The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen watched the scene change quietly, Song Song grew up day by day, Zhuji and Jindan became the famous young head of Xuantianmen. And the little girl beside him also grew up. She has water-like eyebrows and gorgeous lips, and there are always so many Huaichun juveniles on the road that she must pass, quietly waiting for her.

However, everyone knew that Song Qian's eyes were always on Song Song.

She has her own room, next to Song Qian. They go out and go back together every two days. Everything comes naturally. No one pierces that layer of paper.

And Xuan Cheng appeared less and less, until the elder Lin Cheng broke through the out-of-body stage, and when everyone congratulated, Xuan Cheng walked out of the door. He called Lin Cheng into the room. No one knew what happened that night. All they knew was that when Lin Cheng walked out, his face was pale. He snorted coldly: "You really have a good father!"

After speaking, Lin Cheng threw his hands away and went back to retreat.

Xuan Cheng called Song Song into the room. He seemed to be a lot older, sipping tea, and after a long time, he slowly said, "Song'er, it's time for you to get married."

Song Song was stunned for a moment, Xuan Cheng's eyes were a little dazed, he slowly said: "There are many things in the future, you have to learn to be patient. You don't have to worry about anything, you just need to be patient and become stronger. You are a good seedling..." Xuan Cheng looked towards He has warmth in his eyes: "in the future, you will go further than daddy."

"Father..." Song Song said blankly, Xuancheng was no longer stern, like an ordinary elder, and asked with a smile: "Do you like Axi?"

Song Song blushed slightly, and Xuan Cheng laughed lightly: "If you like her, just keep her. I'm old, Song'er," he closed his eyes tiredly: "I'm old, I get tired easily, you go back."

Song Song felt uneasy, but went out anyway. When she walked out the door, she saw the girl standing at the door waiting for her. She was wearing a pink robe, and in the night, her eyes were bright and clear, full of eyes, and it was all him.

He walked up to her and asked her nervously, "Axi...you...do you want to be with me all the time?"

Song Qian was stunned for a moment, Song Song hurriedly said: "Axi, I will protect you, I will treat you well, I..."

"Of course I'm with my brother." Song Qian was a little confused: "Why does my brother ask me? I never thought about being separated from my brother."

"I mean," Song Song blushed; "I want to marry you."

Song Qian was stunned, and after a while, she smiled: "Yes, I have always wanted to marry you."

Song Song couldn't help laughing: "Do you know what it means to marry?"

"I know," Song Qian nodded desperately, "I like my brother, so I want to marry him, be with him all the time, and have many, many children for him..."

Not knowing what she was going to say later, Song Song was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth and hurriedly said, "Shh! Don't say it! Don't say it!"

Song Qian blinked, her eyes were like fawns, crystal clear, starlight fell in her eyes, his face fell in her eyes, she seemed to understand nothing, didn't know. With the scent of flowers in the night wind, he let go of the hand covering her lips and lowered his head.

Her breath was scented, an indescribable fruity scent. The little girl was so frightened that her body stiffened. He tasted her little by little, and suddenly there was a slightly embarrassed coughing sound from the door. Song Song woke up abruptly, as if a child had been caught by a bad deed. out.

When they rushed to the door, the two looked at each other and laughed out loud.

The night was filled with their laughter, Song Song straightened up, held her hand, blushed slightly and said, "Can I do it again?"

For the first time, Song Qian understood what blushing was.

She closed her eyes, as if making an oath, and nodded solemnly: "Well."

Not long after, the two of them got married. That day, Song Qian, Feng Guanxia, ​​was led by Song Song all the way.

After seeing them like this for more than ten years and seeing such an ending, Su Qingyi couldn't help but feel sour in her heart and sighed, "I used to be like her, always dreaming that one day I would be able to marry someone I like. People. Wear a nice wedding dress... no, a wedding gown, congratulations from relatives and friends, and then live a peaceful life with that person."

Qin Zichen didn't say anything, turned his head to look at her quietly, Su Qingyi suddenly felt a little sad, she lowered her eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "I haven't lived a stable life, and my temperament is very detached, so I especially think about it. Find someone who is stable and lead me to live this life."

However, she never got this wish.

In all, she has lived for seventy-five years, and in twenty-three years of the twenty-first century, she gave it to Qin Zichen, but Qin Zichen cheated on him;

In the fifty-two years of the cultivation world, she gave it to Xie Hantan. Xie Hantan loved others and planned to kill her.

Think about it, doesn't she just want to marry someone and live a stable life, why is it so difficult?

Qin Zichen didn't dare to speak. He never thought that the carefree girl in the past had such a quiet and beautiful wish in her heart.

"There will always be." He comforted her, wishing she would smile. Su Qingyi grinned and nodded, "I think so too. Although there are many scumbags, that doesn't mean they are everywhere."

Although there are many scumbags...

Qin Zichen read this sentence, and couldn't help thinking, how many scumbags she has met in these years when he was gone?

It can be seen that without him, she is really not doing well.

Thinking like this, Song Qian and Song Song knelt down to deliver tea to Xuancheng. At that time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was blowing. Everyone's expressions changed, and they knew that Xuancheng's calamity was coming!

Xuan Cheng put the tea bowl down and rushed out instantly. The calamity of high-level monks is easy to harm innocent people, and ordinary monks will be directly struck by lightning into **** when they encounter them, so Xuancheng wants to find a place where there is no one around.

Not long after he went out, the thunder roared down. Xuan Cheng had no choice but to sit cross-legged and sacrifice the magic weapon.

Song Song stared blankly at Xuan Cheng, with a very bad premonition in his heart. All the monks left, but he stood there stubbornly, pulling Song Qian, looking at this father who was never stern.

Four-Nine Xuan Lei smashed the sky and covered the earth, first splitting his magic weapon, then splitting his sword, and then splitting on him, splitting his whole body into dry bones.

Song Qian held Song Song tightly and comforted him: "It's okay, Dad is okay, don't be afraid, brother."

The last lightning bolt gathered into a giant dragon, roaring towards the white bone lying on the ground, Song Song tightened his pupils sharply, and shouted: "Father!"

Song Qian hugged him tightly, and he watched as the thunder roared down, and the white bone opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Song Song, and then annihilated into ashes in the brilliance.

Song Song knelt down on the ground, watching the thunder shake the ground. After a long time, the clouds dispersed and the fog cleared, he walked over tremblingly, and saw a deep pit on the ground. In the deep pit, except for a pearl flower, there is nothing.

That bead flower is nothing but a common bead flower. It is rusted and stained, and it has been preserved by someone who has cast a spell on it. Song Song remembered this bead flower. Eighty years ago, when he was a child, his mother took this bead flower and sat in front of the mirror and asked him, this bead flower was made by his father, is it good-looking?

He always thought that his father cultivated the ruthless sword, and his mother was just a dewy marriage in the process of cultivating Taoism. Mother has lived her whole life in her heart, but what he has lived is just a blink of an eye. However, he didn't understand until he saw Xuan Cheng's death, leaving only this bead flower, how this taciturn sword cultivator misses the mortal who died early.

Tears poured out of Song Song's eyes, and he trembled while holding the bead flower, wailing.

Song Qian stared blankly for a long time, and finally said, "Brother, I'm here."

My father is dead, but I am still here.

Song Song didn't say anything, holding the bead flower in his heart and crying bitterly, that is, at this moment, the people who had just fled gradually returned. Someone said: "Dead?"

"died!"

"Hahahaha... Heaven has eyes! This thief is finally dead!"

"He has lived for thirteen hundred years, how can we bear it!"

The people next to him gradually gathered, and the elders showed hideous expressions. Song Song raised his head coldly and looked at everyone. Lin Cheng stood at the head and tail and looked at him with a sneer: "Song Song, your father bullied me and waited for one thousand three hundred. Year, should you repay this account?"

Song Song did not speak, and clenched his sword. Lin Cheng let out a low laugh and pressed down with a pressure, and Song Song immediately knelt on the ground. However, Song Qian, who was in the foundation-building stage, exclaimed even more. Song Song raised his head with difficulty and wanted to draw his sword, but there was an invisible force that firmly suppressed his hand.

Lin Cheng smiled contemptuously: "You should really thank you for having a good father."

After speaking, the coercion was instantly put away. Lin Cheng threw the Sect Master Order into his hands and said with a sneer, "Take it away, Sect Master Song. Your father said that Xuan Tian Sect was created by him, and his son should be Xuan Tian Sect. Heavenly Sect Master."

After speaking, Lin Cheng turned around and left.

Song Song held the sect master's order and seemed to feel that the elder's temperature was still in his hands. Song Qian hurriedly stood up and trembled, "Brother... let's run..."

Song Song didn't speak. He raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly: "Run? You think we can escape? And..."

He laughed out loud: "This is what my father left for me, why should I run?!"

"I never did my filial piety before he died. The only thing he left to me, should I surrender it to others?"

"I'm not going," he turned his head, closed his eyes, and said in pain, "Axi, you go. I want to stay here."

Song Qian froze in place. After a while, she put away her frantic expression. She seemed to have grown up in an instant. She quietly looked at Song Song and said firmly, "Okay, if my brother doesn't leave, I won't leave."

small theater:

Xuancheng and his daughter-in-law meet for the first time.

The daughter-in-law is as beautiful as flowers, and Xuan Cheng is handsome and unrestrained.

After giving birth to the baby, Xuan Cheng's appearance did not change. One day his daughter-in-law wanted to celebrate Xuan Cheng's birthday, so she asked, "Master, how old are you? When is your birthday?"

Xuan Cheng was speechless.

The daughter-in-law urged him.

Xuan Cheng sighed speechlessly: "This seat...is more than one thousand two hundred and one years old."

The daughter-in-law was stunned for a while, then she carried Song Song into the house and turned the book seriously.

Xuan Cheng wondered: "Miss, what are you doing?"

The daughter-in-law raised her head from the book: "I'll check it out, which generation of ancestors did you meet?"