It would be the best thing for her to save Tang Xi from the virgin blood.

That's what she thought.

She didn't even want to say goodbye to Tang Xi. She loved him so much that she didn't know where to be in love and was deeply in love. He just kissed her gently on the forehead, and her heart was already mixed. She understood that although he didn't know, in her heart, this was their last farewell.

Then, she planned to ask Qu Yiran to take her blood and save Tang Xi when Tang Xi was away.

But she didn't expect that she would die in front of him.

The wind and snow were in full swing, and she judged the direction by the sound of the fight.

Tang Xi's dog-beating stick was still dancing. Although he was a little uneasy in the face of Mu Yun's sudden assassination, he was a little uneasy.

However, after a few moves, Tang Xi, who had the upper hand, suddenly felt a stinging pain in his heart, and it was very difficult to resist several moves. Suddenly, another sharp angina pectoris came, and he almost fainted, closed his eyes, took two steps back, and supported his body with a stick.

But before he could react, he heard the sound of swords piercing through the flesh and blood, but he did not feel any pain. He calmed down, but his heart was already panicked and he didn't want to look at it, but his eyes had already glanced at the thin man lying on the ground.

"Niantong!" He shouted in pain, but there was already a red liquid in his eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the snow.

He shouted, picked up the stick in his hand, and used all his strength to hit Mu Yun's head. Mu Yun immediately fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices and died.

Tang Xi immediately picked up Niantong, who was bleeding and pale, but tears fell down disobediently. He was never as scared as he was now. He tried to cover Niantong's wound with his hands, but he was afraid of hurting her, so he was so panicked that he didn't know what to do. He could only watch the blood keep staying.

Niantong was so painful that she didn't even dare to breathe. She couldn't see anything. She rushed forward with her instinct and protected Tang Xi, and felt a cold sword passing by.

She lay in Tang Xi's arms, stretched out her hand, trying to touch Tang Xi's face, but she felt the coldness of her hand. Niantong's brows frowned, she held her breath and said intermittently: "You...you...don't cry..."

Tang Xi grabbed her hand and said, "Don't be anxious, I won't cry, don't talk."

"I... should have died, I...I will save you, I want to save you." Niantong said.

"What did you say? Don't say anything, don't say anything now..." Tang Xi hugged her and wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Niantong.

Niantong shook her head and said, "I've been a dying person, and I'm dragging it all the time... It's meaningless to drag it. I just... can't let you go, I can't let you go." As he said, Niantong's tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, "After I die, you want, you want to go find Qu Yiran, she will save you. Then, I want, I want to be like Yi Yang, and the ashes are scattered everywhere. Just scatter my ashes in Huashan, everywhere, scattered on the Wangfeng Peak, scattered on the Changkong Plank Road, scattered on the first place with you...."

Tang Xi didn't speak, but just cried like a child.

"I...I'm not as sad as you cry." Nian Tong laughed, but immediately touched the wound, and she groaned in pain. Nian Tong gently pulled Tang Xi's sleeve and said, "You... cough..." As he said that, blood also spilled out of the corner of Nian Tong's mouth, "You promise me, okay...you...you...you follow me in everything."

Tang Xi endured the grief, opened his mouth with all his might, and said tremblingly: "Okay..."

Niantong finally breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her head and looked at the dark sky like before, as if she could still see snowflakes fluttering.

"Tang, Tang Xi, look at the snow, I will keep the life you gave me, but I will never see it again..." Nian Tong said.

Tang Xi slowly looked up and saw the snow falling all over the sky, just like the snow he encountered when he met Niantong, so pure white and vast.

"I really want to... look at the snow in Mount Hua..." Niantong said slowly.

It seemed as if I saw the snow rotating and falling down in front of me, gently turning water on my face. In the darkness, there was a figure standing far away, but I never looked back. Niantong felt so tired and could no longer chase after her.

There are naturally feelings in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind or the moon.

But the snow in Huashan never stops because of anything, it just falls as usual, but it is already cold and ruthless.

Three years later, Jianshun.

The tall man walked out of the room, his face had faded from his tenderness, more mature and vicissitudes, more sad and happy, more outrageous. He wiped the sword that had been hung in the room for a long time, and said nothing at all at once. In the end, he just smiled, and then put the sword into the sheath.

Three years have passed, and Tang Xi can still remember Nian Tong's unclosed eyes and dull eyes when he died. However, he is no longer as sad as he was at that time, nor is he not as sad as he did in the first year, and he can't sleep well every day, and even wishes he could go with her. But when he later learned that his life was exchanged for Nian Tong's blood, he no longer wanted to die.

It was in the past six months that he gradually came out of the fact that Niantong was dead. However, occasionally when he dreamed of Niantong in his dream, he felt a little like a different life.

Niantong has been away for three years.

He finally should face this fact.

Today is a good weather, and Jianshun hasn't let go of the sun for a long time. I heard that the battle a month ago was particularly fierce, with countless casualties, but Tang Xi was not very clear who won in the end. These things had nothing to do with Niantong before meeting Niantong, and after Niantong left, they had nothing to do with him.

He touched the sword behind him and walked towards Huashan.

I can’t count the number of times I took this road in Huashan, but it has been a long time since he took this road last time.

He walked step by step, as if every step of the muddy foot could feel the breath of Niantong back then.

On a long journey, he was alone and didn't know how to go on.

He felt lonely and he felt that being alone was good.

He felt lonely because he had enjoyed the feeling of happiness. He felt that being alone was good because he didn't like the excitement and was too lazy to get along with others.

He lost Qin Sang and Nian Tong, which broke his heart more than anything else.

He also met Jisheng again afterwards. Jisheng was even more in line with the wind than him, without desires or demands, without restraint, and unrestrained.

He was the only one who had fought side by side with those who had fought side by side.

He thought about it, but found it a little funny.

Tang Xi went to worship Yan Yan first and greeted her. After not seeing her for three years, there was a hint of fatigue and bleakness between Yan Yan's eyebrows. Maybe he had seen too much about the warmth and coldness of human relationships and separation from life and death.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, you've matured a lot." Yan Yan smiled rarely, but he just curled his lips slightly, with a little sadness.

"It's only after a lot of personnel and affairs that I have achieved maturity." Tang Xi said.

Yan Yanmo.

Tang Xi said: "I have ignored the world recently and I don't know how the battle is going on?"

"The battle is tragic, and the court... is defeated." Yan Yan said.

"Defeated?" Tang Xi said in surprise, "When I fought this battle three years ago, although it was difficult, I felt that I would win. Now Xu Yungui is dead. Hongxiu Villa can be repaired so quickly within three years and can it defeat the court?"

"I don't know. Now I'm gradually no longer caring about these things. I just heard that after Niantong's death, the court fell sharply and could no longer be saved."

Tang Xi felt sad in his heart. Niantong used her life to get three years of peace in the prosperous era.

"Niantong..." Tang Xi said, "Today is her three-year anniversary. I came to see her, but I don't know her..."

"I know you are naturally coming, so I have personally cleared Niantong's tablets early. If you want to see it, I'll take you there now." Yan Yan said.

"So, thank you elder." Tang Xi said.

......

Tang Xi looked at Nian Tong's tablet and suddenly felt a little sad.

After everyone stepped back, Tang Xi was alone in the room. He looked at it for a long time, then sat on a chair, talking about homely affairs as if he was looking at Niantong.

"Niantong, would you blame me for not seeing you for three years? I don't know... I'm very scared, I just dare not face it, the fact that I lost you. I have always implied myself that you just went somewhere else and didn't die. But I woke up in the middle of the night and touched my face, with tears on it, and I had to believe it...

"Niantong, I went back to the Beggars' Sect two years ago. The peach blossoms there are so beautiful, but no matter how beautiful they are, they are not as good as the time you accompanied me to see them back. I really want to go with you to see the peach blossoms, snow, and beautiful scenery in the world again.

"Niantong, why don't you speak?"

......

Tang Xi pushed open the door, and the wind and snow blew on his face, and he was a little confused. He thought for a while and walked towards Ziqingting.

Green bamboo, white snow, everything is as it was before.

But Tang Xi remembered that when he came, Ziqingting was still a place with great oppression. It was only now that it was peaceful, and the snow fell quietly on the ground, silently.

The wreckage of the house is still in place, and Ziqing Pavilion on the hillside is always there for thousands of years. Bye bye, it has changed all the world and things have changed.

Tang Xi looked from afar, smiled slightly, as if he had remembered something, or he seemed to have let go of something.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to see the scene when he and Nian Tong were fighting against Zi Qing's wronged soul. Wuji Taixu's blue light spread in front of him, which was extremely real. He was a little stunned and looked straight in that direction.

But the blue light gradually covered his eyes.

Tang Xi stepped out his legs and walked forward involuntarily, pulling out the Liuxiang sword on his back, dancing to disperse the entangled blue light.

In an instant, everything became clear.

The girl's back seemed to be not far away. She tied two buns with her blue hairbands hanging long behind her head, and her petite and lively body was walking towards Ziqingting.

Firm and true.
Chapter completed!