Chapter 264 Thousand Nights and Thousand Moon

I committed suicide...I committed suicide...

On the way to the prison, the waiter's words reverberated in Qianye's mind. Did she actually committed suicide like this? In order to escape from the sea of suffering and no longer suffer any suffering, do you choose to end in this way? It's been a hundred times since I was released from death.

He thought that no matter what happened, that stubborn character could support her, and even if he was humble and painful, he would not commit suicide. In the past, he was willing to die in the 300-year-old vicissitudes of the Wangchuan River for the sake of Lange. Today, he chooses to die because of this suffering. Is this really the Canglan he knows?

Or is it that there is really no reason to live this time? Is it her ultimate choice to die without love, hate and concern?

Obviously, this was my original purpose, and those words were also said by myself. Looking at her disheartened appearance, I still felt happy at that time. But why did he rush to the prison without hesitation after learning the news? Why is the inexplicable anger?

In fact, whether it is anger or resentment, this is the honesty of the heart.

After all, whether it's love or hate, they have become people who can't give up.

Ling Ran's figure fell into the prison, and the strong smell of blood came to his nose. The scene in front of him was so shocking. Blood spread along her heart, flowing out a deadly winding curve. The cold ground solidified the blood, and the cold sword was still stained with her blood.

There is a boundary in the prison, and the waiters of the demon world cannot enter. At this moment, there are only two people in the prison, Qianye and Canglan.

Like ink and green silk spreading on the ground, she lay there quietly as if she were asleep. Her white shirt was dyed red, and even her hair was frozen by blood. On the pale face, the temples that had been wet with tears were still sticking to the cheeks.

will shed so much blood. I think that the sword is not immediately deadly, but let the blood slowly drain from the body until the blood is exhausted, and life will end.

This scene touched my heart. I can't tell where the pain is, but the whole body is always intact. He staggered back, and the pain spread from the depths of his heart to his whole body. Every drop of blood seemed to be in pain, his eyebrows kept beating, and his trembling eyelids seemed to be trying to endure the irresistible pain.

Step by step, every step is so heavy, the red sky seems to be watching this scene, and time seems to stop in an instant.

Slowly hold the person on the ground in his arms, and the moment he touched it was dead and cold. My heart also tightened at that moment.

"Is this the choice you made to get rid of me?" He raised his hand and pushed away the wet hair on his cheeks. Under his hair was a slender jade neck, where there was a scar branded by his own hands, "But why? Don't you still have nine tones? Is there any cloud evil? Why do you choose to end in this way when you still have so many people worth living?

The person in his arms is still silent, like a Buddha sleeping forever, with no response.

He is sad, but he is sad for some reason. The body is in pain everywhere, but I don't know the reason for the pain. Love, but why can't you feel that you are in love with this person? Hate, but why does it hurt to see her like this?

His hand unconsciously fell on the place where the sword was scratched in the past, and he just wanted to find his past feelings, but at the moment his hand touched his neck, he obviously noticed that the lifeline was still beating slightly. Although it was very small, it was really beating.

That's a sign of life, and only living people will beat here.

With indescribable joy, the treasure that had been lost for a long time suddenly returned to his side at this moment. Qianye picked up Cang Lan and immediately rushed back to the bedroom. At an instantaneous speed, he was afraid that the person in his arms would really never come back.

When he fell to the purgatory platform, nine-tone eager shouts also came from his ears. It's just that thousands of nights didn't stop this time, and people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although Jiuyin did not know that his master chose to kill himself, at the moment Qianye took Canglan away, he felt that his master's weak breath of life was gradually disappearing, coupled with a blood coat that was redder than before he came in. Jiuyin felt in horror that something had happened to his master.

Such a feeling made Jiuyin scared, and even his heart was crying. Except for that time in Xuanyue Valley, he never felt such weakness as his master, but the breath of life did not decrease, and this time, it was completely a sign that he was about to die.

But in the face of the isolation of this boundary, he can only stare silently at the direction of Qianye's disappearance. He can do nothing but pray for the safety of his master in his heart.

Qianye brought Canglan back to his bedroom. The waiters were confused and at what they could do with the young master, but Qianye bombarded everyone out. After entering, they closed the door and did not allow anyone to enter.

The waiter was helpless and thought that he might let Lan Hufa solve this matter. At this moment, someone was ready to invite Lan Mei. Unexpectedly, a letter suddenly flew out of the bedroom, and the person's tone was cold, "Let Lan Hufa deal with this matter as soon as possible."

After saying that, the people in the room did not move any more. The waiter looked at each other, and one of them took the letter to find the Blue Guardian, and the other three had to wait patiently for the young master's order outside the hall.

Lan Mei, who lived, looked at the letter in her hand and pondered for a moment. However, she understood the meaning of Shao Zun. Thinking of what she had said in the magic hall before, Lan Mei felt relieved. Shao Zun's intention is to find out the inner response of the existence in the demon world. Whether he advocates attacking the heavenly world or not, Shao Zun will find a way to make that person go to the heavenly world to inform. Now his plan is recognized by Shao Zun in the demon hall and allows himself to deal with this matter. The man hidden in the demon world is bound to find a way to send out this news. The next thing to do is to wait for that person to throw himself into the trap.

Thinking of this, Lan Mei couldn't help shivering. How many people can guess the young master's mind? Especially after waking up this time, he became more unfathomable, and the distance from himself became farther and farther away. There really only the feelings of kings and ministers.

Will the love-eating worm fade even the young master's love for his past? Lan Mei didn't believe it, let alone believed that how could he forget himself?

Close your eyes, your mind rises, and the letter in your hand has turned into ashes and drifted away.

Mr. Xueji rushed to Da'a Mountain alone. He didn't want to disturb anyone, but he was bumped into by Feng Shaoli, who went to visit his uncle. Feng Shaoli saw an outsider break in and fought without asking his name. Prince Xueji's heart was at Fengran's place, and he also dodged a few moves without hurting Feng Shaoli.

The two of them made many moves, and neither of them was injured. Feng Shaoli was surprised and wondered where this person came from. Since you are indiscriminate, why haven't you ever had the intention to kill? But when she was distracted, the prince Xue Ji took the sword in his hand and captured him.

"Who are you and why did you break into the back mountain?" Facing the sharp sword of the prince Xueji across her neck, Feng Shaoli is not afraid. After so much experience, she has learned how to calm herself. Before facing the threat of the enemy, what she needs is to maintain her original posture and not make herself look weak.

Mr. Xueji smiled indifferently and his eyes were soft. "It's not unintentional to break through, but to come in advance. I don't know if Shaoli Fairy can tell me where Feng Ran is. If she can tell me, I will definitely not hurt you."

When Feng Shaoli heard this, he was stunned and frowned suspiciously, "Why do you know my Uncle Fengran?"

"Oh?" The prince Xueji frowned, "Do you know where he is?"

He didn't know that Feng Shaoli snorted coldly, "What if you know? Why should I tell you the whereabouts of Uncle Fengran? How can I be sure that you won't hurt my uncle?

Mr. Xueji smiled and said, "Shaoli Fairy is also worried, but I have been friends with your uncle for many years, and I believe he will also be willing to see me."

Feng Shaoli doesn't believe it, "How to prove it?"

"Did Uncle Fengran tell you that he likes begonias?"

"How...how would you know?"

"Didn't you say that you and Uncle Fengran have been good friends for many years?" Prince Xueji continued, "Shao Li Fairy, please. If you delay one more moment, some things will be irreparable."

Feng Shaoli still looked confused, but she was the only one who knew that her uncle liked begonia flowers in Da'a Mountain. Because her uncle liked begonia, she planted a begonia tree in front of the back cave. And now the person in front of him knows so clearly. Does he really have something to do with his uncle?

Thinking that my uncle has been there for thousands of years, and now that his old friends have come to look for him, there must be something wrong. Seeing this person's eager face and good-looking, he just made a few moves to show mercy everywhere, and he didn't think he was a bad person. In addition, she had great respect for Feng Ran, so she also agreed to lead the way. Prince Xueji said thank you and went to the back mountain with Feng Shaoli.

There is still only one begonia tree in front of the cave, and the flowers are still blooming beautifully, but when the wind blows, there are still petals falling with the wind, making the stone table full. Looking up at the begonia, the prince Xueji's eyes were unconsciously covered with sadness.

Begonia is the favorite flower of Da'a Mountain. At the beginning, the two met with flowers. At that time, he only loved white pears.

"Uncle, Li'er came to see you." No one answered in the cave, and changed another person's mind.

Feng Shaoli frowned slightly and looked at the prince Xueji from the side, as if she was afraid that he would not believe him, so she called again, "Uncle, do you hear that?"

"Let's wait outside first." Suddenly, there was a sound in the quiet cave. The prince Xueji's expression changed slightly. Listening to the sound, his eyes were complicated.

Feng Shaoli lowered her voice, pondered for a moment, and said to the prince Xueji, "I think uncle knows that you have come. In this case, I will wait outside first. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."

Put down the sword across Feng Shaoli's neck and exchanged it for her. In the face of this woman's honesty, Prince Xueji felt that he had gone a little too far. Wenya smiled and said, "There is a Lao Shaoli fairy."

Feng Shaoli took back her sword and put it away. She smiled generously, "You're welcome. It's just because of my uncle." After saying that, the man left like this.

Withdrawing his eyes, the prince Xueji smiled bitterly, facing the wind and smelling the fragrance of begonia flowers, still the same fragrance. After years of grinding, there are thousands of waves gradually churning at this moment.

The people in

, after 1,500 years, are they still the same as the past? But is it still the spirit of those years? But was it still young and frivolous at that time? Years have changed me from a strong glass of wine to light tea. Can you, who once escaped from the years, have been infected by the years and become another appearance?

Does the reunion under the begonia flower explain what happened more than a thousand years ago or deepen the misunderstanding? Two old friends meet again. One is the reborn prince Xueji, and the other is the wind god who has been trapped for thousands of years.

For a moment, both of them were silent, and the hole was windy and very cold. The beautiful scenery outside the cave is pleasant and fragrant.

" Sit down." Simple words seem to be able to hide something.

Prince Xueji walked to the stone table and looked at the begonia flowers on the table. He waved his sleeves, and all the begonia flowers flew to the cave in an orderly manner. Has anyone understood you for so many years?

Sitting down according to his words, Mr. Xueji closed his eyes and calmed down his long-lost reunion. A voice came from the person inside, "As before, you always understand me so well."

For more than a thousand years, he has never touched the begonia flower and let Feng Shaoli plant a begonia flower, just to smell the fragrance and not forget the memories of the past. Obviously, I really want to feel the freshness of the words again, but I'm afraid that I will be reluctant to let it go.

Opening his eyes and looking at the mouth of the cave, the prince Xueji smiled bitterly, "But I am also the person who doesn't know you the most. Whether it's thousands of years or thousands of years later, I don't understand you and what you did?"

"Why should we mention it again? After her death, these things should not be mentioned again.

"Is it the most sacred Da Ashan in your heart just for your people?" The prince Xueji looked up at the sky. There was a cloud where the sun was warm, but he couldn't warm his heart. "But you know what Da Ashan has done, why don't you let go? You take her death as the end of everything, but you bear this guilt by yourself. Fengran, you are really not understandable.

The people in the cave were still quiet, and he acquiesced to all this. It also defaults to punish yourself in this way.

What a ridiculous lie it is for Da Ashan to retreat from the three worlds.

"Do you know that Qianye already has the Tianyuan disk to wake up the beast? Now he is dedicated to revenge. If he doesn't stop it, I'm afraid he won't have a chance." Prince Xueji shook his head and smiled. In fact, he did not contribute to all this.

The man in the cave was silent for a moment and said, "I already know that for Qianye, I think only you can help him now. For me, he has hated me, hasn't he?"

Deep helplessness, but there is only hatred between father and son, and family affection is no longer there.

"Isn't it?" Prince Xueji got up and said, "Do you know that over the years, I have watched him plan for revenge step by step but never stopped him. How easy is it to give up now?"

The people in it didn't say anything. He would rather believe that there was a reason for Prince Xueji to do so.

"There is something I need to tell you, too." Prince Xueji walked into the mouth of the cave, and the cold wind from inside hit his face. It was more difficult to describe the situation inside. He said, "Qianyue is not dead."

"What?" The person in the cave was obviously surprised, "Qianyue is really not dead. Where is he?"

I saw my brother slap the child down the deep cliff with my own eyes. Can such a small child really survive? Over the past thousand years, my inner sin, inner self-reproach and regret have become worse because of the child's departure.

Prince Xueji took a deep breath and suddenly evoked a self-deprecating smile. "He is now in heaven and has become an important figure in heaven. At that time, I went to beg someone to help your family get out of this disaster, but because he didn't agree at that time, I had to go back to the fantasy city alone. After rescuing Moji and Qianye, I learned from Moji that Qianyue fell off the cliff. At that time, no one rescued him, so I also thought that Qianyue was dead. But at the first sight of him, I knew that it was Qianyue, who called me Uncle Xueji. He is very similar to you, elegant and calm between his eyebrows, and serious persistence when thinking, all of which are you in those years.

"Who the hell is he...?" The people in the cave were obviously so shocked that even their voices trembled a little.

Prince Xueji turned around and turned his back to the mouth of the cave. "A man who is dedicated to killing Qianye."

After that, there is more helplessness in this statement. Qianye and Qianyue were brothers, but now they are all about killing each other. Many things in Hongchen are so ridiculous, and the trick of fate actually makes the brothers kill each other.

"It's him..." I can't tell what kind of emotion it is. The people in the cave are so sad that their tone is getting out of control. "Why is it like this... He is Qianyue... He is Qianyue, haha..."

A wild smile is a little desolate. Feng Ran asked in a low voice, "Then can you tell the two of them, did you tell them?"

"Can you say it?" Prince Xueji smiled sadly, "The two of them have now reached the point where you and I have died. Tell everyone that they will cause turmoil in the two worlds, not to mention this is not fair to Qianyue

How innocent is he? He, who never knew those grudges, suddenly let him bear those hatreds. Things have come to this point. How do you let him deal with it?

"...So why did you come to tell me this today?"

"Qianye's heart is knotted in Da'shan. I think, as their father, as the god of Da'a Mountain, do you really plan to escape for the rest of your life? I will try my best to deal with Qianye. It's good if I can stop it, but Qianyue, I hope you should also think of a way. Prince Xueji turned around and looked at the mouth of the cave, "You, whom I know, will never hide and let things develop without stopping, so even after thousands of years, I still believe that you have difficulties in the matter of Da'ashan."

The people in

smiled self-deprecatingly and did not answer.

Looking at a place, the prince said indifferently, "I have to go back to the demon world. I will wait for the day I meet you again."

After saying that, the man had turned into a streamer and disappeared. As soon as his forefoot left, Feng Yu and Feng Shaoyue suddenly came, and Feng Shaoli, who followed him, could not stop him. Feng Shaoli, who was still worried about the prince Xueji, was not there, so he was gently relieved.

"Father, Shaoyue, you see, I said there's nothing here. You still don't believe it. Now you have seen it. I'm not lying, right? I stopped my father just because my uncle just said he wanted to rest, and he didn't mean anything else. Feng Shaoli smiled obediently at her father and made a reason for why she had just blocked the way.

Feng Yu looked around and really didn't see anyone. He looked at Feng Shaoli coldly, and then his eyes fell to the mouth of the cave. His elite eyes seemed to be able to see the deepest through the darkness. After determining what, he turned around and left. Feng Shaoyue snorted coldly and was about to leave. He stopped to say to the people behind him: "Since your uncle has rested, don't you leave?"

Feng Shaoli had no choice but to take a slight look at the mouth of the cave and had to leave.

The begonia flowers still fall with the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is still the same, but there is no person who enjoys the flowers.