He gently pulled her into his arms.
"By that time, our two old people will lose their teeth and will not be able to walk. I will also comb your hair."
The girl's small head was nestled on the side of his neck, making a soft 'um'.
"Let's live here in Qiushuang Lake. I play the qin and read, and you practice swordsmanship. If we can live together until the age of ninety, it's not a waste."
Their acquaintance was not smooth sailing, nor did it develop into an unforgettable love. But their relationship is very simple, even making an appointment with a white head.
The memory ends there.
He naturally remembered that after this day, everything changed.
The memory of the tragedy that separated them was equally vivid and painful to this day. He didn't want to watch it a second time.
Boy, stop.
Perhaps it should be said that instead of the shadow of the boy, the young man who has grown up made him still.
"I should be going."
The woman in her arms didn't speak, but just showed a puzzled look.
"You don't understand. The content of these words comes from a time you haven't participated in, and you don't understand."
Ming Feizhen stood up slowly and looked at the lake light and frosty color exactly as he remembered.
"Perhaps you don't believe it. This world is not real. It is made up of other people's martial arts. That person's cultivation base is extremely strong, he possesses a rare mind in the world, and with the addition of wonderful foreign objects, he can form the current world."
He lowered his head and looked at the girl.
"I have been looking for you for more than ten years. I have traveled all over the land of Shenzhou, and even visited the northern Xinjiang, southern Xinjiang, and seven countries in the western regions... I have searched for everything you have told me, mentioned to others, and even Like every place you can think of. There's a world I've never seen, but without you."
"I should thank him."
Ming Feizhen spoke alone, without taking her eyes off her for a moment.
"Despite this form. If it wasn't for him, I don't know when I'd see you again."
"... Next time, let's talk face to face."
At the same time as he finished speaking, someone in the Divine Refinement Casting Cauldron opened their eyes.
"It's you... you're back, right?" Shen Yiren questioned with choked sobs.
His body suddenly warmed, as if he had fallen into a warm and solid place. When he realized that he was being hugged by someone, his voice came from his ear.
"Sorry for worrying you."
Shen Yiren's tears finally couldn't help rolling down, the girl with her eyes closed bit her lips and kept scolding.
"Asshole... big bastard..."
Ming Feizhen and Luo Ming looked at each other and whispered in Shen Yiren's ear.
"Don't worry. Soon... it will be over."
Chapter 133 God's Edge
Ming Fei really let go of Shen Yiren and stood ten feet in front of Luo Ming. Except for Aples in the ring, Xiao Huangquan and others who knew his identity recognized him. The disciples of the Luo family in the distance, including the monk Mianhua, only saw a man with white hair and a black knife suddenly appear, but he did not know his identity. But seeing him take the first two steps, he smiled faintly.
"Knife, not bad."
"It's a sword."
At the moment when the eyes of the two met, the airflow changed rapidly, and Peng Fei's clothes were walking around, as if stirring the wind and clouds. Luo Mingyi swayed and hunted, and Ming Fei's hair was really white, as if he was in a storm.
However, the momentary look in his eyes gave people a sense of oppression on the eve of a storm. Although there is no spark, the collision of swords and swords is faintly visible. Except for Aples, who was not affected by his extraordinary cultivation, everyone else felt that their hearts were suddenly overwhelmed.
Shen Yiren, who closed his eyes, also felt his heart beat faster and faster, almost to the point of madness. If left alone, I am afraid to die from tachycardia. Suddenly a stream of air came in from the toes. I only felt a warm heart, and I no longer felt palpitations. Realizing that it was 'he' sheltering, the heartbeat that had just slowed down couldn't help but skip a beat. This time, the heartbeat was unreasonably comfortable, not dangerous.
The two held a sword and a sword, and it was a sword-to-sword comparison anyway. But when they came up, they were fighting for 'mood' first, and those who were not in the realm could not get close.
Ming Feizhen raised his voice and said with a smile: "Master Luo, the two of us are fighting, why should we leave others to be buried?"
Master duel, the heaviest air machine traction. Can't go wrong half a step. The two of them used their eyes as an intermediary, but in fact it was already a spiritual confrontation. The level of danger and the internal strength of real swords and guns are not too much. Don't talk, even a little distraction could lead to defeat and death.
But the white-haired young man spoke not only as usual, but even in a loud voice. It is inconceivable that the inner strength is so deep and straight to teach people.
Luo Ming was not surprised, on the contrary, he showed Diyuan Long Tu Jiancheng's first smile to express 'care'.
"Just to my liking."
Mingfei really turned his back to the crowd and said slowly.
"You guys, go as far as you can." Under the storm, he said lightly, but the voice reached everyone's ears with great precision. This person is not only unfathomable in his inner strength, but his precise control of inner strength is also amazing.
Luo Ming said loudly: "The children of the Luo family listen carefully, gather troops in the east of the island, and wait for dispatch."
"Yes!"
The two sides could not bear the pressure caused by the battle between the two for a long time, and leaving here would rather be a relief. All leave quickly.
Shen Yiren, who turned around and opened his eyes, said silently, "Can you win?"
"Yeah." Ming Feizhen smiled slightly: "I said, I won't lie to you."
Shen Yi said, "Okay." He strode forward with his head held high, and left without stopping.
Luo Ming looked at Shen Yiren's back, and suddenly smiled for some reason.
"This woman can revive six doors."
"I think so too." Ming Feizhen also smiled.
All of a sudden, the heaven and the earth were quiet, the wind stopped, and the leaves and sand in the air seemed to stop. Even the sound disappeared.
The scene of the storm pressing down in Shicai seems to be deceiving, and now there is only a still space left.
The sound of gold and iron, which seemed to shake the earth, sounded at this moment.
The moving figure is beyond the speed that the naked eye can detect. When they reappeared, the distance between the two was only one knife and one sword.
The moment the sword and the sword clashed, the space that had just been condensed out of thin air was torn apart by an unimaginable violence.
The fierce storm seems to be pervasive, rushing out from the gaps in the space with an incomparable violent force. Countless wind blades squeezed out under heavy pressure scurried out madly, like a thousand swords descending, shattering the ground in an instant.
But with one blow, the entire arena was devastated. If there were still people parked on the stage just now, they would definitely be torn apart by this crazy storm.