Gu Qingqiao lowered his head and looked: the picture book was printed with a fighting scene, called "Lin Moyuan Immortal Master Fighting Demon General".

He stretched out his hand to pick up the book and looked at the scholar: "Can you show it to me?"

"Okay, okay, no problem. I still have it over there." The scholar was happy to sell his favor, packed up the rest of the books, and left in a hurry.

"Let's go, go back and have a look." Zhang Jinjin got up to settle accounts, and walked back to the inn.

Zhang Jinjin was busy all afternoon.

Mullin is not around, everything has to be done by himself. Now that it has been decided to go south, the business here must be well managed, and some things on the way south must be prepared in advance.

I wrote a few letters at the inn, hurriedly went to the letter bureau, and then went to the car and horse shop to hire a car and rent a horse, so busy that Mr. Zhang didn't touch the ground. He gritted his teeth while he was busy, this son is a rich and idle person, why should he fall into these mundane things?

After finally coming to an end, Zhang Jinjin pushed the door and entered Guqingqiao's room.

There is no one in the room.

There is a booklet on the table, it is "Lin Moyuan Immortal Master Fighting Demon General" brought back at noon. The scholar's painting skills are good, and the storyline is clear and smooth. The book can be turned to a page, and it depicts the scene of the funeral: the green hills are faint, the funeral procession is full of clothes, and the spirit flags are flying. People on the side of the road knelt down and wept bitterly. The following line of small characters reads: "One year later, Mu Xianshi was exhausted and let go of the world. Immortals and people in the world are all overwhelmed with pain. The long pavilion is ten miles away, and the people are all seeing off; the cottage and the city hall are all crying."

"Meow~" Copper coin jumped onto the table and pushed Jin Jin's wrist with his small head.

Zhang Jinjin hugged the cat and went out.

Guqing Bridge is by a small river. The river is not wide, it flows down from the Demonic Mountain, slants through the west of the town, and winds away. There is a small stone bridge on the river. There are no bridge rails, just two wide slates. The ancient green bridge sits on the edge of the slate, with his feet hanging in the air, his eyes staring at the river under his feet.

He didn't know how he got here. I was in the inn just now and flipped through the little picture book. The painting is good but a little exaggerated, and I lack interest, so I flipped through it and saw that picture.

I heard Zhang Jinjin say last night that when fifty years had passed, he was already prepared. Fifty years have passed, so people may be old, but those who cultivate immortals have a longer life than ordinary people, and there are rumors that those who have attained the Tao can live a thousand years longer. Mu Xiyun, the only person worth remembering in his previous life, may have the predestined fate to see him again, even if only from a distance.

I also thought that maybe he forgot himself long ago and cultivated in the immortal sect; maybe he has found a Taoist companion, Qin Se and Ming. It doesn't matter, as long as he's doing well.

But now, there are only those eight words: "Weak back to the sky, let go of the world!"

Weak back to the sky, let go of the world!

Gu Qingqiao's heart was instantly empty.

"So that means, we woke up at the same time?" At this time, Mu Xiyun was sitting on the grass, with his back against the plum tree on Tianji Peak, the sun shone on his jade-colored face, and squinted slightly because of the dazzling eyes. Eyes, like a lazy kitten.

"Yes! But I didn't know it at the time." Gu Qingqiao sat behind him, put his hands around his shoulders, and gently kissed the cheek of the person in his arms, "So I read the script that day, I... "

"Since you believed it, why did you come to Evian Town?" Mu Xiyuan brushed the hair on her cheeks and turned her head to look at Gu Qingqiao behind her.

"I'm just..." Gu Qingqiao stopped, the person in front of him was smiling, his cheeks were illuminated transparently by the sun, and his rosy lips had a thin shimmer of water...

Hot in his heart, Gu Qingqiao gently pulled Mu Xiyun's shoulder with one hand, and stroked the back of his neck with the other hand. After two strokes, Mosuo leaned over and kissed his lips.

At first, it was just a light touch and a slow peck, but gradually his heart became hot, Mu Xiyuan couldn't help but let out a soft "um", Gu Qingqiao suddenly exerted force on his hand, holding the back of Mu Xiyuan's head, deepening the kiss.

The lips were intertwined, until both of them had difficulty breathing, and then the lips parted reluctantly.

"Well, why did you come to Evian Town?" Mu Xiyun stubbornly continued the topic.

Gu Qingqiao was a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head and kissed Mu Xiyun's cheek again, his eyes looking at the Baishui River in the distance.

"I just wanted to look at the place where you once lived. Here, I have the sweetest memories. I was rescued, and they must have something for me. At that time, I thought, no matter what kind of life will be in the future. , it doesn't really matter. I just want to go to the place where you lived again and keep all the memories in my heart. From that moment on, my life has nothing to do with me, only the memories of you are my everything ."

"Qingqiao..." Mu Xiyun's eyes were wet, he stretched out a hand, wrapped around Gu Qingqiao's neck, and pressed his cheek to his chin.

"What about you? Didn't you also hear that I was crushed to ashes, what are you going to do?"

"Me?" Mu Xiyuan's eyes were a little empty, and she leaned back in Gu Qingqiao's arms, "Elder Mo asked me to find my own chance, and I will probably only spend my life in a hurry. Walking in the world,It is the famous immortal Monarch Mu Xiyun, your Ayun will always only stay on the high platform at that moment..."

A drop of crystal tears rolled down his cheeks and was gently kissed by his distressed lover.

"Fortunately, we are all awake."

"Fortunately, we can still meet."

The two smiled at each other and continued to look at the sunset in the distance.

The sunset is red, the world is just right, as long as you are by your side.

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