Therefore, the following hundred questions are all written as above.

system:"……"

Don't be too perfunctory, what is this person anxious about?

The main system seemed to be brainwashed by that answer, and blurted out quite smoothly: "Because of love..."

Mr. Storyteller slapped the gavel: "In the end, the son of Mu Qi merged the five treasures, sealed the cracks in the demon world in time, and fought back those monsters and monsters, and the fire was subsided."

The people below urged: "Where is Xie Zhenren?"

"It is said that Xie Zhenren was plucked out of the ruins by the son of Mu Qi... It's really a song and tears to be burned into charcoal by such a master."

A little girl wiped her tears: "Prince Mu Yu is too pitiful, and so is Xie Zhenren! Even if two people are men, they don't harm others together, but sacrifice so much for the world."

Not only her, but everyone else was sighing.

Mr. Storyteller said: "Don't be sad, everyone, what kind of person Xie Zhenren is, and what kind of person Mu Ji's son is, he will never die. Xie Zhenren has soared! After the capital fire, Bixu Zhenren temples have been built in various places. , is to accumulate merit for Xie Zhenren, so that the old man can return as soon as possible."

Someone is about to ask: "Then where is Xie Zhenren now? Where is Prince Mu Ji?"

Mr. Storyteller shook his head: "This is not clear to everyone. After that incident, Prince Mu Qi disappeared with Xie Zhenren's remains. It has been four years now. Some people have seen him in Wansheng Mountain in the north, and some people in the south. Yulun Island caught a glimpse of his fairy trace, and it is said that he occasionally appears in the Taoist sect. But he never really appeared."

"Then is he alone?"

"Some people said that when he was watching the sunrise in the sea of ​​clouds, he was leaning against a crow-blue figure. However, some people said that he was alone. Who knows, the immortals are flying around, and it's mysterious."

The little girl asked in a daze: "So far away... Then, in a town like our Zen Buddhism, they will definitely not come. I really want to see them."

Mr. Storyteller touched his beard: "This son of Mu Ji is a ghost, and even his father has never seen him later, don't talk about us, it's hard to say."

It provoked the people below to speculate again.

The spring breeze blows the willows outside the door, and the sun shines brightly. A crowd of people passed by the bridge, a candy man stand beside the bridge, the boss buried his head in action, and after a while, handed out a candy man: "Hey, the shape of the lobster you want, see if you are satisfied?"

The man in white in front of him lowered his head slightly, the wicker slid down, and only the lower half of his face could be seen clearly in the shadows. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

Holding the candy man, he turned around and was about to leave. The little beggar begging next to him passed by him. One of them was rash and hurried, and hit him directly.

The freshly made lobster candy man fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

The face of the man in white changed slightly.

This person has soft facial features and a high nose bridge. He was originally very handsome, but now he narrowed his eyes, showing a cold meaning.

Seeing this, the little beggar was so frightened that his legs went weak: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please forgive me." He shivered and took out a piece of money he was about to come, "Is this enough for you?"

The man in white was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "No need, let's play." He said to the stall owner again, "Make another one, and you need lobster."

The little beggar raised his head tremblingly, and found that although the man in white was still expressionless, the chill in his eyes disappeared, as if he had lost his sight just now.

The little beggar said repeatedly: "You are really a good person! Thank you! You will definitely have a good reward!"

The man in white nodded, and saw a slight smile on his face: "I borrow your auspicious words."

He stood under the willow tree at the bridge head, his white clothes rhythm in the wind, turbulently. He was born beautiful, but when he laughed at this time, he was even more shocked.

The little beggar had no knowledge and couldn't help but exclaimed, "You are a god!"

The man in white smiled noncommittally, took over the remade lobster candy man, and raised his toes like a light jade butterfly.

The little beggar exclaimed: "Ah! It's really a fairy!"

Ordinary people have never seen this battle, and immediately kneeled in front of the white figure in the sky, bowed, and raised their eyes to see the black pressure.

Dusheng just happened to come back from a wandering tour, passed by the bridge, and asked when he saw it. The little beggar, together with the candy man stall owner, described it to him with gestures.

When Du Sheng heard that the man in white was riding the wind without using his sword, he looked at the empty sky again, and said, "That's... Prince Mu Ji!"

Thousands of miles away, there is a cave at the top of the Halloween Mountain.

The cave was full of ice, and an ice coffin was dug in it, inside which lay a figure wearing a crow cyan robe.

The four walls are cold, but this person is ruddy, not afraid of the cold at all, and seems to be sleeping quietly. He was covered in liquid, and the liquid didn't freeze.

The sound of cranes was heard from outside the cave. It was far away, and there was not much movement. He suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.

It seemed that he had slept for a long time, his eyes were hazy, and he was dazed for a long time in front of the white illusion before he suddenly sat up.

Xie Zhiwei recalled his previous memories in a daze, and turned out of the ice coffin, and suddenly fell heavily on the ice.

Move, hands numb, move again, legs and feet stiff.

Master system, your uncle! Four years! Another four years! What kind of urgency should Mu Hao become! Mu Ha... Where are you now?

By the way...what is this place?

Xie Zhiwei looked around and went out of the cave while drying his clothes with his spiritual power.

Then a golden brilliance occupied his entire field of vision.

At this time, it was in the evening, the setting sun slowly fell from the top of the mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds between the mountains turned and merged with the sunset. This beautiful scenery, standing in Xie Zhiwei's position, has an unobstructed view.

Xie Zhiwei remembered where this place was. Although he had never been there, he had mentioned it to Mu Hao.

Mu Qian must be here too!

Xie Zhiwei was about to look for it on the mountain road, but suddenly bumped into someone's arms. The person seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and hugged him tightly.

Xie Zhiwei's first action was to hug the other side with his backhand.

The person holding him was trembling uncontrollably, and tears were almost pouring out of his eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Master is finally willing to wake up."

Xie Zhiwei nodded and wiped the wetness from the corner of his eyes.

He whispered to him, "Be a teacher for one day, and never give up for a lifetime."

- You say, why am I willing not to wake up?

The author has something to say:

Phew... finally finished.

In the last chapter, I also cried while writing. Maybe the text itself was not so touching, but this text has accompanied me through this ups and downs year, and it means a lot to me.

The original intention was to make fun of the text written by He Xiaozheng, and even the name was He Zheng. Senior brother wrote too much off the bookshelf, I want to let it fly, practice my pen and write something else. I didn't expect to write so long, and I also wrote Mr. Xie and the wooden box that made me so distressed.

From the middle of September to the end of November, due to the three-dimensional matter, my writing status also had problems. As a result, the code word was suspended and tens of thousands of words were overhauled. Many people abandoned the text at this time. I still can't find confidence in writing until now... um.

But I am also very grateful to all the guests who have supported me along the way. Without you, I might not be able to write this article. Bow down.

Teacher Xie is not a likable person. Really, many people didn't like him at first, but now, after understanding what kind of person he is, they will like him too.