"Are you really going to leave?"

The night eaves, the bright moon hangs high.

Somewhere in the world like a fairy mountain, in the classical traditional house, on the eaves of a house, Yongtu looked at the figure in front of him and asked sighingly.

In front of him, the bold and unruly tall figure was sitting scattered on the eaves, pulling the straw rope tied with the wine gourd, drinking the wine in big mouthfuls, and then wiping his mouth and smiling:

"Ah, yes."

Seeing his appearance, Yongtu was slightly silent, and then he also looked at the bright moon in the night.

The world shines on here tranquility and beauty.

"You don't have to do this at all, your injury will only take time to heal slowly."

Hearing his words, the generous figure smiled softly without caring:

"I know, it's okay to just break into the scene and fight against that towering terror."

After a moment of silence, Yongtu finally looked at him and asked:

"Then are you, Mr. Resentful, didn't take action in the end?"

"Ha, how is that possible?"

And as if you heard something ridiculous, the generous figure shook his head and laughed, as if you remembered the ancient memories of childhood,

He pulled the drafting rope and the muddy wine entered his throat.

"Sir, I teach me to raise me. I, like each of you, have only infinite longing and worship, and I have never forgotten it."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the moon:

"Besides, the sir is still watching the world, and those children have taken their lives as their children and embarked on their own path."

"What's the point of complaining about me?"

"I just hope they don't blame me, an elder who is ignorant of the charm and wants to destroy their efforts in the end..."

Yongtu was silent, and a moment of silence. He did not see any resentment from the other person's face, only an indescribable sad sigh.

This is the same for him.

Maybe it's the same for them.

"Then are you leaving because you can't let go?"

The moonlight is green and the eaves are silent for a long time, Yongtu asked this question,

The Haoshuang figure sighed and gently shook the wine gourd, patted his legs and agreed:

"Yes, the night scene has collapsed, and I don't know when it will be built again,"

"I'm not at ease with Linlang, Arakawa, and those two boys."

"There must be an elder who is watching nearby, otherwise what if someone is bullied."

The two names he mentioned were already A-level, and the remaining two were only one shot, but in his mouth it still seemed like a child who needed adults.

The past has emerged, and I remember that I have the most fun with those who have not yet been adults.

It is the once unruly and debauchery figure in front of me.

Memories aroused, and Yongtu sat beside him.

And he lay completely on his back on the eaves of the tiled roof, looking at the moon hanging high, pillowing his hands,

Out of nostalgia, out of missing,

He smiled gently and gently shook his legs crossed.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the bright moon hangs above the Kunlun night sky, making people sigh,

No matter from ancient times to the present, for a long time, this eternal moonlight is bright in the darkness.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Before we knew it, the topic went back to the beginning.

"Ah, yes."

He smiled and answered again, and then spoke softly:

"Actually, I'm more used to the days in the bamboo forest before. Those kids and girls have not grown up yet..."

He slowly closed the corners of his eyes, and smiled unconsciously, as if he was missing that time.

"so....."

Opening his eyes, he looked at Yongtu and laughed:

"I'm leaving."

Yongtu looked at him, and his eyes were determined to leave.

He suddenly turned over and stretched out his body, pressed the hilt of his sword, and looked beyond Kunlun in the distance.

That's another world.

"This is not a remedy, nor is it atonement, I just..."

"I want to see them again."

He smiled and muttered, and then the moment he wanted to jump into the night,

Yongtu called him.

"Cyan."

"Um?"

The figure, called "Qingyan", smiled and turned his head, and his hands were casually placed on the ancient sword around his waist.

"Do you remember the woman from the Jiangnan water town before?"

"Remember."

Qingyan admitted calmly and smiled, sighed slightly, and then looked at Yongtu with a silence:

"After all, you know, I'm a love prodigal son, of course I remember this kind of thing."

"So, sir, let me tell you something?"

"Um?"

The night eaves, facing the inquiry in Qingyan's eyes, Yongtu slowly looked at him and spoke:

"A little girl among her descendants became a participant."

In that moment, Yongtu was slightly surprised to see the pupils of this man who claimed to be a prodigal son in love.

"It should be yours..."

"Great-granddaughter?"

Qingyan looked at a jade pendant and murmured softly. Yongtu didn't say anything, and was silent for a while before asking:

"What are your plans in the future?"

Listening to his words, Qing Yan was slightly ecstatic, and then turned around and smiled:

"Plan...? No plan, right..."

He slowly clasped the jade pendant in his hand, weaving tassels, as if he saw someone's silhouette under the candlelight, his voice full of self-strength. He laughed softly, whether it was bitter or nostalgic:

"If I get married again, I will never find a daughter with a tough personality."

After saying that, he tightened the hilt of the sword, then jumped and left a farewell to Yongtu.

"Go away!"

The moment when I fell like the forest of Kunlun Mountains and away from the Ziye Shrine,

He turned his head and took a last look. He knew that after leaving here, he returned to the real world.

"Forget it..."

He spoke softly, then looked up again and saw his direction clearly.

After decades of separation from the world, I will go to the mortal world again...

......

......

Then what.....

......

......

It's a team scene.

The girl forced herself to support her body, looked at the two of them who were with her, and gritted her teeth and raised the lightning again.

A moment before being besieged...

Then at this time, a figure held the ancient sword Qingfeng and slashed out the sword energy from the side to stop the two of them, and greeted the girl with a look of alertness in embarrassment:

"Well, little girl, you see, the uncle is also alone and very pitiful. Can you take me with me?"
Chapter completed!