The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

Su Qingyi carried Shen Zhu and flew to Xiaoshi Town. After talking about the situation with Yun Xuzi, Yun Xuzi said, "Then when will you come back?"

"I will bury my senior brother, take a day's rest, and then come back."

She replied somewhat numbly, and then put Shen Zhu gently next to him, transformed into a hoe, bent over, like a mortal, digging the soil bit by bit.

The mechanical movements gave her a chance to empty her mind, instead of thinking about so many things, she dug the ground again and again, and after a long time, she heard a hoarse male voice: "Girl, do you need help?"

Su Qingyi raised her head, looked in the direction of the sound, and found a man in white standing.

It is not accurate to say that it is white. His clothes have long been covered with mud and can't see the color. They are torn and torn on his body. He can vaguely see the skin color under the clothes. Although it is also mottled and stained with dust and mud, it can still be recognized. The original skin color under the dust mud should be as white as jade.

He covered his face with a rag and could only see one pair of eyes. However, for someone like Su Qingyi, the rags would not have any effect on her vision at all. She could clearly see the face under the rags. The scars were crisscrossed, and it seemed that the rags had not fully grown. His appearance, but he still knew that he must have been a very good-looking person in the past.

He looked at her quietly, and there seemed to be some expectation in his eyes. Those clean eyes made her think of Qin Zichen.

She felt a little sour when she heard him ask again, "Girl, I'll help you dig this land. Can you give me some wages?"

He was neither humble nor arrogant, and even though he was obviously very hungry, he still retained his demeanor. Su Qingyi didn't speak. After a long time, she nodded.

He stepped forward, held the **** in his hand, Su Qingyi sat cross-legged on the side, took out a pot of wine from Naxu Jie, and drank it one by one. The man glanced at the ring on her hand, and for some reason, he said, "Girl, your ring is so beautiful."

Su Qingyi was stunned for a while, she lowered her head and stroked the ring on her ring finger. When Qin Zichen gave her the ring, she thought that Qin Zichen didn't understand anything and was a person in the realm of pure self-cultivation. However, when he thinks about it now, he realizes that he has thought so much since then.

She couldn't help pulling the corners of her mouth, smiled, and said hoarsely, "This is given to me by my husband."

"Your husband must love you very much." The man nodded, lowered his head and started digging seriously. He obviously hadn't eaten for a long time. In fact, he didn't have the strength, but he was still waving his hoe. Su Qingyi could have given him the money directly, but looking at the other person's serious eyes, she felt that when others could use her Giving alms when labor is exchanged for money is not a good thing.

If this is a spineless man, it hurts his self-esteem; if this is a spineless man, it fuels his laziness.

So Su Qingyi didn't speak, but secretly used his spiritual power to make the other party's body much better.

After digging until midnight, the pit was finally dug. After Su Qingyi took out a few crystal stones from Naxu Ring and handed them to him, she said indifferently, "Go eat."

Then he stepped forward, picked up Shen Zhu, and slowly put it into the pit.

The man did not leave, holding the spar, frowning at her. After a long time, he said slowly: "You... are you sad?"

Su Qingyi didn't speak, she held the loess and sprinkled it on Shen Zhu. When the other party almost thought she would not answer him, Su Qingyi suddenly said, "This is my senior brother."

"His name is Shen Zhu." Su Qingyi said hoarsely, and brought wet soil onto Shen Zhu from her hands, Su Qingyi said slowly, "When I was young, he was the one who grew up with me and gave me love and care. , kept paying for me. Later, he became blind for me, and then died for me."

"I've had several times, and even hated him a little..."

Su Qingyi's voice trembled a little: "Because he treats junior sister better than me. No matter what he says, in fact, he treats junior sister better than me. Junior sister said she is jealous of me, how can I know that I have never been jealous of her?"

"But I understand..." She watched the loess fall on his jade-like face, and her tears finally fell: "I'm not someone like Ran Shu, he treats me well, I remember, not because of him No one else is good to me, so I forget his goodness."

"No one is obliged to be good to others. He is good to me. It is his kindness. He is unwilling to give it. It is his morality. Is there any reason why I hate him because he is more partial to junior sister?"

"When he was young, he protected me, accompanied me, taught me, and gave me the care and love as an older brother. He could have just been a cold senior, but he didn't. I owe him this kindness."

"When I got older, he was the one who protected me and became blind because of this. Even if those people were evil people, he could stand by and keep silent. I owe him these eyes."

"Now, he died for me. He could have let Ran Shu kill me, but between Ran Shu and me, he chose to stand in front of me. He could have let me die, but he didn't. I owe him my life."

"He loves Ran Shu, no matter how bad the other party is, he can't let Ran Shu die, just like no matter what I do, he won't let me die. I hate his right and wrong, but I owe him four More than ten years of companionship; I owe him a pair of eyes, and I owe him a life."

"He killed the person I love, this life is over; he let me release Ran Shu, these eyes are over; now, the grace of being with me for more than 40 years..."

Su Qingyi closed her eyes and whispered, "How should I pay it back?"

The man didn't say a word, Su Qingyi made the land reform strictly, then raised his hand and grabbed a huge boulder in the distance, he cut it into a tombstone with Siqin in his hand, and then stood on the head of Shen Zhu's grave, engraved with "Brother Shen Zhu's position" ".

After the engraving, Su Qingyi said nothing, quietly watching the line of characters.

It's raining again.

The rain hit Su Qingyi, she seems to have taken root here, and the person behind her pursed her lips, and finally said, as if to discourage: "Girl, it's raining, come back."

Su Qingyi didn't speak, as if she hadn't heard it.

The other party continued: "The dead have a dead destination, and the living also have a way to live."

"The way to go?" Su Qingyi slowly raised her head, a little bewildered: "Where else do I go?"

Everyone, everyone she loved, died.

She couldn't help but let out a low laugh, seeing the person in front of her frowning like Qin Zichen's eyes, remembering the sentence "Qingyi, forget me" that day, she couldn't help laughing out slowly. However, halfway through the laugh, she couldn't hold it back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out! He fell straight to the ground.

The young man screamed and grabbed her: "Girl!"

However, Su Qingyi did not respond, the young man hesitated for a moment, and finally carried her on his back and walked out of the woods.

When Su Qingyi woke up again, she was in a ruined temple. There was a fire next to it, and the whole house was warm. It was still raining outside, and the sound of the rain was pattering. Su Qingyi opened her eyes and lay on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

She is not curious about where this is, let alone why she is here.

After a while, someone's voice came from outside, and as soon as he came in, he heard that person say, "Are you awake?"

His voice was not pleasant, even a bit harsh, Su Qingyi turned her head and saw that the other party was the young man who helped her dig a hole. He came to her with the firewood and sat down cross-legged.

His sitting posture is very upright. When sitting cross-legged, the order of placement is the same as that of meditating. If it weren't for him having no spiritual roots, she would suspect that he is a monk.

The other party skillfully licked the firewood into the fire, and the pot sandwiched above made a tumbling sound. He took a broken bowl and filled a bowl of rice soup with almost no rice for her, and said gently: "Anyway, drink something first to warm your stomach."

Su Qingyi nodded and sat up from the ground.

He changed into a blue robe, and it seemed that he had deliberately cleaned it, and the whole person was no longer the embarrassed look he first saw. She was educated in every move, and even in a desolate and broken temple, the bowl he handed her was washed cleanly. Su Qingyi finally realized that something was wrong, she held the bowl without moving, and said indifferently, "Thanks to your son's rescue, I don't know your surname?"

"Longyin." Su Qingyi didn't like the name that the other party said. She felt depressed about the topic of dragons now.

She nodded and covered her emotions: "This is a good name, I don't know what to expect from Ling Zun?"

"I don't expect much." The other party took a sip of rice soup and said slowly: "I have no memory. The first time I have memory, it was in a wasteland. I heard others say that on the day I have memory, there was a giant dragon roaring there. And it belongs to the realm of Huanyin Palace, so I named myself Longyin."

Hearing this, Su Qingyi suddenly raised her head and stared at the other party's face.

I didn't think about it at the beginning, just felt like it. However, at this moment, when I want to go in this direction, I am surprised to find that it is not a resemblance, but a very resemblance.

The face of the person in front of him has long since been unrecognizable, but the outline is still there. Although he has lost a lot of weight, his face is no different from Qin Zichen's.

Qin Zichen's complexion is extremely white and smooth as jade. Many times Su Qingyi thinks that he is probably carved by ice and snow, or polished by white jade, with ice muscles and jade bones. After seeing Qin Zichen, Su Qingyi realized that someone really did this. Few people have such skin, but at this moment, in this ruined temple, the neck exposed by this beggar-like youth is such a complexion.

Su Qingyi couldn't help but stretch out her hand, trembling to touch the other's face. The other party seemed to be startled, and took a step back suddenly, but Su Qingyi's hand was even faster, pressing down on his shoulder, and slammed it with a body-fixing trick!

The other party couldn't move, and said coldly: "I saved you, is this how you repaid me?"

Su Qingyi didn't say a word, she trembled and touched his face, feeling the unevenness of those scars, the other's eyes became colder and colder, Su Qingyi touched his knuckles, then lowered her head, and pulled his hand out.

Under the blue robe, Yu Ru's hands were exceptionally white in the sun, and the knuckles of her fingers were clearly the same as in her memory. Her tears couldn't help but welled up again, as if in disbelief, she reached out and pulled his belt. The face of the other party changed, and he said coldly: "What are you going to do?!"

Su Qingyi didn't speak, she pulled off his clothes and took off his clothes one by one.

The wind mixed with rain was a little cold, and the other party couldn't help shaking a little.

Her hand clings to his smooth body, stroking the scars one after another.

She recognized every scar on his body, and she remembered every difference on his body.

She cried and laughed, finally confirmed, then took him into her arms, and said happily: "You're not dead... It's great, you're not dead..."

"Miss self-respect!" He couldn't bear it anymore, but Su Qingyi refused to let him go, and said seriously: "No self-respect, in front of you, I don't want to be self-respecting at all."

youth:"……"

Su Qingyi hugged him for a while, and finally thought: "Zichen, are you cold? I'll put some clothes on for you."

The other party frowned, finally reacted, and said somewhat uncertainly: "You... know me?"

"I know," Su Qingyi held his hand and said gently, "You are my husband."

Qin Zichen didn't say anything, just stared at her. Su Qingyi stroked the Naxu Ring in her hand and whispered, "Look, this is what you gave me, don't you recognize it?"

Looking at the ring, Qin Zichen did not loosen it slightly.

At first, he was actually attracted by this ring. He seldom felt that anything made him care, but when he saw this ring, he felt that this ring was exceptionally beautiful, and it must have been a waste of people's minds.

Later, the girl told him that it was a gift from his lover, and he was not surprised, as if he had already known it.

In addition to this ring, in fact, this woman is not unusual. He noticed her from the very beginning, and always felt that she was very familiar. After watching her for a long time in the woods, seeing her lost and sad, he would be so faintly touched.

When she was sad, he couldn't leave. He always wanted to stand behind her, as if he was there, she would not be so sad.

Thinking back on all these emotions, Qin Zichen felt that she might, indeed, wasn't lying to him.

So he relaxed and let her help him put on his clothes one by one without speaking. After Su Qingyi put on his clothes, released his immobilization spell and wiped away a tear, she remembered, "Where's your sword?"

When she woke up that day, she found that Qin Zichen's sword was gone. She thought it was because Qin Zichen was dead that the sword was gone. Qin Zichen was fine at this moment, and Jian naturally followed him that day. After listening to her question, Qin Zichen thought about it, took out his sword from the haystack next to him, and frowned, "You mean this one?"

Su Qingyi looked at the white jade sword with grass on it, swallowed, and finally said, "Yes...that's it."

Qin Zichen lowered his eyes, nodded while holding the sword, and said seriously, "This is mine."

"I know, I know." Su Qingyi hurriedly waved: "I didn't hit him."

Qin Zichen didn't speak, Su Qingyi thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Can you show me it?"

Qin Zichen hesitated for a moment, and then handed the sword to Su Qingyi.

The Bai Yujian was slowly pulled out by Su Qingyi, revealing the peach blossoms painted on it first, then the green vegetable leaves, vegetable juice, and the resin and sap left by cutting down the tree... When the sword was pulled out, he looked at The mottled traces on it, Su Qingyi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "That... Zichen, what do you usually do with it?"

"Cut vegetables," Qin Zichen frowned and recalled seriously: "Chop trees, chop wood, chop..."

"Okay," Su Qingyi raised her hand, already imagining Qin Zichen's daily life, and said earnestly, "I understand, you don't need to say it anymore. I just ask," Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing and crying, "Is it still easy to cut?"

"Cut vegetables, it's a little longer." Qin Zichen answered her question seriously.

Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing out loud, lowered her head, and held the sword in front of her.

A huge sense of joy slowly came up, and her heart seemed to be alive again. After realizing it, this person was alive.

really alive.

Her hand gently brushed the blade, but the people around her didn't respond. Su Qingyi flicked halfway, finally realized something was wrong, raised her head abruptly, looked at the calm and calm expression of the person in front of her, and finally remembered...

He has no spiritual roots.

His spiritual roots are gone, his Yuan Ying is gone, his sword roots are gone, and his sword bones are gone.

His body became a complete mortal!

Su Qingyi looked at each other blankly, Qin Zichen frowned: "What's the matter?"

"you……"

"Wait for me!" Su Qingyi stood up abruptly and rushed out. She trotted outside the ruined temple and took out a sound transmission to call Yun Xuzi: "Master, Master!"

"What's wrong?" There was a sound of chicken crows on the opposite side, and Yun Xuzi scolded impatiently: "Don't be noisy!", then turned his head and continued: "Grandson, when are you coming back? I..."

"I found Zichen!"

"What?!!" Yun Xuzi exclaimed: "Where? What happened to him? He..."

"He doesn't remember."

When the joy of meeting faded away, Su Qingyi slowly recovered, frowned and said, "He doesn't remember anything now..."

"I don't remember..." Yun Xuzi murmured: "Then I raised him for nothing? Disciple, you must remember to serve me well in the future, your master forgot, you can't forget!"

Su Qingyi: "..."

She really admires Yun Xuzi's ability to never focus.

"Furthermore," Su Qingyi continued, ignoring Yun Xuzi's indifferent words, "His spiritual roots are gone, his sword bones are gone, his sword palace is gone..."

"He and a mortal," Su Qingyi said, feeling a little sad for some reason: "There is no difference."

Yun Xuzi finally stopped talking, the chicken opposite was still cooing, Su Qingyi endured it for a while, and then slowly said, "Master, shall I bring him back first?"

"Don't do it yet." Yun Xuzi sighed: "You saw him in the thick fog that day, and he was released from Xiao Su later. It shows that what you saw at that time was probably not him, but someone else. One person camouflages. If someone's camouflage skills are so superb, they will target Zichen. I'm afraid that they will be guarded by Tianjianzong after Zichen disappears. Zichen has no self-protection power now. It's too risky for you to bring him back at this time. Now. Don't contact the inside of the sect first. When we find out what happened, at least after Xiao Su is caught first, you can come back."

"Okay." Su Qingyi responded and said a few more words to Yun Xuzi. When she turned her head back to the broken temple, she found that there was no one in the broken temple. People had already gone to the building, and only the hot soup was still there. The fire was boiling, Su Qingyi's brain buzzed, and then he immediately released his divine sense. After finding the direction of Qin Zichen's departure, he immediately chased after him!

There is a huge gap between mortals and cultivators. In an instant, Su Qingyi appeared in front of Qin Zichen, but Qin Zichen still didn't speak, burying his head and running desperately.

The appearance of him running away from her like this made Su Qingyi feel a pain in her heart. A wooden talisman was thrown out, and the vines burst out of the ground in an instant, trapping Qin Zichen in the middle. Su Qingyi fell from the sky, opened her mouth, and after a long time, Finally: "What are you running for?"

Qin Zichen did not speak, and looked at him indifferently and silently. Su Qingyi had so many words in her mouth, she wanted to scold him, wanted to cry and question him.

She was looking for him like this, waiting for him.

Does he know how hard she has been through?

He still ran away when he saw her, did he know how sad she would be?

However, reason suppressed all her negative emotions. She was afraid of scaring him, and she knew that he just forgot her at the moment. So you can soften your voice and say slowly: "Zichen, I won't hurt you..."

"I know."

Qin Zichen spoke in a low voice, his expression unchanged: "I know you."

Su Qingyi was stunned for a while, listening to him continue to use a calm voice: "Although I don't remember you, even though I don't know who you are. But when I see you, I know that I know you, and you are with me. It's important in life."

"When I see you crying, I want to hug you; when I see you sad, I want to accompany you."

Listening to his words, Su Qingyi didn't know why, but her eyes became sore, as if tens of thousands of grievances were coming up, and she wanted to throw herself into this person's arms, sobbing and uttering all her grievances and sufferings.

Qin Zichen looked at her quietly, his face was indifferent, his tone was so flat, but he said such a straight-to-the-heart words: "Although I haven't seen many people, I also feel that no matter how beautiful people in this world are, they can't compare You are more beautiful. No matter how good a person is, no one is better than you. So," he slowly looked away and said lightly, "You should have a better life."

Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then listened to the other party: "I think, I used to be a very good person, right?"

"Yes..." Su Qingyi said hoarsely, "You are the number one person in the swordsmanship world, and the leader of the first peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the number one sect in the cultivation world. You are the one who the Sword Sect most expects to rise through calamity today."

"Then," Qin Zichen said slowly, his eyes a little erratic: "I became a waste."

"No!" Su Qingyi panicked, "You didn't!"

"I just heard it clearly," Qin Zichen's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see the slightest pain: "In your world, mortals are shame."

"No!" Su Qingyi hurriedly denied: "Zichen, I'm also a mortal. When you and I fell in love, we were all mortals! It doesn't matter if you cultivate immortals or not!"

Qin Zichen didn't speak, he obviously had his own cognition. He stroked the sword in his arms and said slowly: "Actually, if you don't tell me, I know from the bottom of my heart. I am a cripple, an ugly, terrifying, cripple."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Look, my face is so ugly; listen, my voice is so ugly. I hold such a beautiful sword, but I can only use it to chop vegetables and wood. Immortal Master," he Slowly said: "I want to protect you, when I can draw the sword. If I can't draw the sword, then I hope you can have a better person to love."

"I've delayed this sword," he said in a bitter tone, "I don't want to delay you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slammed into the tree by someone, and he was caught off guard. The cloth on his face was pulled off, and the woman kissed him suddenly. He hurriedly pulled her, but she held it down. His hand pressed him firmly against the trees, closed his eyes, put his feet on his feet, and bit him fiercely.

Her kiss was ruthless and domineering, as if telling the little girl's endless grievances.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't help softening slowly, his eyes stared at her quietly, and when she left after kissing, he leaned against his chest and sobbed softly.

"Qin Zichen, you have no conscience."

Qin Zichen was at a loss for a while, when he heard the other party say: "You dislike me for being too good-looking, and you want to abandon me all the time, you have no conscience!"

Qin Zichen: "..."