Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

Shen Zai Shui had another dream in the night, and once again dreamed about things from his previous life.

This time, he saw some scenes that he had never seen before.

After the Great War, a long time later, all the people on the wasteland had left, leaving only decadent desolation and white bones in the whole wasteland.

The young man in red on the ground unfolded his robes. The red clothes were mixed with bright red blood, which made the robes more densely dyed. It was the most colorful color on this wasteland.

The young man in red opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't speak. When his consciousness was completely confused, he seemed to hear the sound of swords in the distance, and saw a white light flashing across the sky, making his face pale and treacherous. .

In a daze, he saw a young man with silver hair and white clothes suddenly appearing on the wasteland.

The man looked anxious, bent slightly, his fingers rummaging for something among the piles of bones.

The young man in red tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the man's face clearly, but he was so tired that his eyes could only open a small slit.

Forget it, after all, they will not be looking for him, so he no longer struggles, and his arms hang down weakly.

When he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to see the young man with silver hair, white clothes and handsome face looking in his direction from afar.

There was a muffled sound of thunder above the wasteland, and a loud thunder sounded between the sky and the earth, and purple-black lightning also fell one after another, illuminating the dark and deep wasteland as if it were daytime.

The silver-haired, white-clothed young man who was looking for someone among the bones seemed to notice something, raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

So he stood up immediately and headed towards the young man in red.

When he arrived, the person lying on the ground had lost his breath.

The silver-haired, white-clothed young man didn't believe in evil. He hugged the red-clothed youth in his arms, then stretched out his slender white hand, with the index finger and middle finger together, and placed it on the red-clothed youth's wrist, conveying spiritual power to him.

Spiritual power was continuously delivered, but the person in the arms did not respond.

The fingers of the silver-haired and white-clothed young man trembled slightly, and finally he could only hold the man in his arms in despair, put his forehead against the cold forehead of the man, and apologized to him one after another, saying that he was late.

But it was clearly not his fault.

Rain fell from the sky, it landed on the closed eyes of the man in red, and then fell down the corners of his eyes, like tears.

As soon as the picture changed, the young man in white clothes and silver hair lifted the man in his arms onto his back, and carried him out of the wasteland step by step.

Finally he stopped in front of a cave, he put the man in his arms down, and stroked his face inch by inch, "This is the first time we have met in real life, you probably don't know who I am, but I have seen You many times.

And I like you very much, the first time I saw you in Jianzhong, I couldn't express my liking.In my memory, I seem to have been waiting for someone. Until you came, I knew that the person I was waiting for was you. "

The silver-haired, white-clothed young man looked at the corpse and said a lot. Finally, he slowly leaned on the corpse and whispered in the man's ear, "If there is a next life, I hope we can meet again."

When the dream came to this point, Shen Zaishui's eyes suddenly opened.

The sockets of his eyes became very red, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't help but fell down and slipped into the skirt of his clothes again.

Turning his head slightly, sinking into the water, he saw the silver-haired and white-clothed sword spirit beside him sleeping soundly, with his brows stretched out, gentle and peaceful.

There was a strand of silver hair at the corner of his forehead blocking half of his jade-white face, submerged in the water, he removed that strand of hair for Su Xinghe, and sighed softly.

Then she sank into the water and approached him, and pressed her warm and cool lips on his forehead, then moved along the forehead to the bright red lips, rubbing them gently and carefully.

"Stupid, don't be so stupid, it's not worth it."

There was even a moment of resentment towards himself in his previous life, why he didn't discover the sword spirit in the sword earlier and made Su Xinghe wait so long.

The latter is luck, luckily, the time has come back again, and they met in the sword mound this time.

The sleeping person was awakened by his movement, and opened his eyes slightly, "Ah Shui?"

Shen Yushui moved his lips away, took the sword spirit into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go on to sleep, I just want to kiss you."

The moonlight shone in through the cracks in the bed, just reflected on the face, making people look gentle and peaceful.

The spring is like the sea, and the wind is blowing.

After dealing with Yunshuizong's affairs, Shen Zaishui took Su Xinghe to the Southern Region.

The southern region has entered a warm spring, and all kinds of flowers are blooming all over the mountains and plains.

They came a little late, and the Lantern Festival has passed for some time.

Fortunately, the various lanterns hanging on the eaves of the shops in the city have not been taken down yet. When dusk approaches, those lanterns are all lit up, enveloping the whole city in soft light, and making the night look like day.

People come and go on the long street, even at night, it still looks lively and noisy.

Shen Zaishui led Su Xinghe through the long street, and then they were stopped by someone.

"You two, please stay."

Submerged in the water, they stopped and looked around, only to see the vendors in front of the small stalls around them bypassing the pedestrians and looking at them.

Seeing them stop, the vendor showed a smile on his face, and he quickly walked up to them, intending to salute them, "Thank you Xianjun for your blessing last year."

When he went up the mountain to cut firewood, he encountered a monster. If the magic talisman on his body hadn't been ignited to block him, he might have died.

Holding the tarnished talisman, the vendor realized that the two good-looking young masters he had met should be immortals in the realm of comprehension.

After that, he stayed here all the time, hoping to see those two immortals again and thank them.

At this time, Shen Zaishui also recognized that this vendor was the old man who gave him a lotus lantern for the Lantern Festival last year, and stopped the old man when he was about to salute and thank him, and said softly, "Old man, you are welcome, you also gave us a lotus lantern .”

The old man waved his hand, how much the lotus lantern is worth.

But he had a good impression of these two young celestial lords, he just felt that these two celestial lords were different from the other celestial lords he had seen, less arrogance.

"Old man, do you still have lanterns at your stall? We were busy on the Lantern Festival, so we didn't come here." Shen Zaishui asked again.

The old man nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

He deliberately kept several lamps.

Originally, he wanted to give the lotus lantern to the one who was sinking in the water, but when the old man saw the hands of the two immortals, he changed it to two mandarin duck lanterns.

"Xianjun, here it is."

Shen Zaishui took the lantern, and heard the old man say, "Are the two immortals together now?"

"Yes." Shen Zaishui turned his head to glance at the gentle-eyed person beside him, and nodded gently.

He remembered that the old man mistook Su Xinghe as his wife last year, but now it has come true.

"The old man is a rough person, and he can't say anything nice, so I wish the two immortals love and love each other for a lifetime."

"Thank you old man."

This time when he went out, Shen Shui specially exchanged money, and after paying the money to the old man, he took Su Xinghe to the riverside where the lanterns were placed.

The two lanterns in the river cuddle up to each other, reflecting two points of light on the surface of the river, and the shadows of the lanterns falling on the river water are gentle and splendid.

Finally, they all drifted away along the river.

On the next day, the lanterns were docked at a certain riverside, and when people picked up the two river lanterns, they would find that the same content was written on them.

"Xinghe, what did you write?" Shen Zaishui looked at the distant He Deng and asked the people beside him.

Stars were shining in Su Xinghe's eyes, he blinked, leaned close to Shen Yushui's ear and said to him word by word:

"May I be like Liang Shangyan, always be with you every year."

Shen Zaishui didn't expect that he and Su Xinghe wrote the same, he raised the corners of his lips, pulled Su Xinghe over, and pressed his forehead against his, "Okay."

In the late spring, the flowers in the southern region were almost gone, and they decided to return when they were submerged in the water.

The day before their return, they met a man outside the city of Nanyu.

The man was dressed in rags, buried his head deeply, his consciousness was muddled, and he was already insane as he muttered something.

When he passed by, passers-by felt inexplicable disgust towards him and avoided him one after another.

When Shen Zaishui passed by him, he wanted to give him some money, but the man seemed to notice something, his body trembled, and then deliberately avoided him.

Su Xinghe also took another look at that person, and then looked away.

He clasped his fingers with the hand submerged in the water, and said softly, "Ah Shui, let's go."

Seeing that the man was deliberately avoiding him, and he didn't care if he was submerged in the water, he responded warmly to Su Xinghe, "Yeah."

So they passed by people who looked like beggars.

After they left, the beggar-looking man raised his head and stared at the direction they left in a daze.

His face was covered with scratches, his flesh and blood rolled and blurred, and he looked ugly.

That person is Bai Nian.

After the incident with the demons outside the territory was revealed, the master punished Bai Nian with a hundred lashes, pulled out his spiritual roots, made him no longer able to practice, and finally expelled him from Yunshuizong.

At the moment when he was kicked out of the sect, Bai Nian wanted to see Shen Yushui again, but was rejected.

Later, when he was dying at the foot of Yunshuizong Mountain, he saw a white-clothed and silver-haired sword spirit.

The sword spirit's expression was cold, his eyes faded from the softness in front of the water, and became cold, with a faint killing intent, "Stay away from him."

Bai Nian shuddered, even if he felt unwilling, he now has nothing.

His luck has dissipated after the disappearance of the extraterrestrial demons. Wherever he walked, everyone hated him.The marks on his face were scratched while fighting for position with beggars.

Now when he saw that he was submerged in the water, his eyes were filled with tears, and when the tears slid onto the festered skin, he was in pain, but Bai Nian didn't care anymore.

……

The person he met just now gave Shen Zaishui a strong sense of familiarity, but he really couldn't remember who it was, so he had to give up in the end.

On the other hand, something flashed in Su Xinghe's eyes, but he quickly put it back, and nothing unusual could be seen.

One day, Su Xinghe suddenly remembered some things, those things when he was the sword spirit of the vanity fairy.

He knew that Ah Shui was Immortal Fuhua, and that he was the sword spirit of Immortal Fuhua, but only Ah Shui had the memory of that life, and he couldn't remember anything.

Su Xinghe wanted to retrieve his memory, but Shen Zaishui hugged him, "Look, we are already together, so it doesn't matter if we don't remember."

So Su Xinghe is no longer attached to those memories.

Now, scenes suddenly flashed in his mind, from him changing form, hiding in the Longevity Sword and stealing spiritual fruit to being discovered by the fairy king; enjoying the snow in a yard with flowers blooming all the year round; he gradually fell in love with A gentle and gentle fairy like jade; in the end, the fairy went to the robbery, and he died.

At that moment, Su Xinghe finally understood why the first time he saw him sinking in the water, he felt like he had been waiting for this person for a long time.

It turned out that he liked Ah Shui once a long time ago, and he became obsessed with waiting for him.

Fortunately, after many years, he waited for this person back.

"Ah Shui, I've already remembered, let's go back to Spring Shisizhou to have a look."

"it is good."

Then they returned to the North Territory.

The Northern Territory is still an ice field, with no bounds visible.

Chunshi Sizhou is located in this ice field.

Thousands of years have passed, and some things in Chunshi Sizhou have been turned into fly ash, and even the palace is covered with a thick layer of ash.

Chunshi Sizhou is desolate and lonely without its owner, and the snow outside floats in year after year, covering it little by little, turning it into the same color as the outside.

The moment Shen Zaishui stepped into Chunshi Sizhou, the sleeping creatures in Chunshi Sizhou seemed to notice something.

Xianjun returned with his companion, and the creature came back to life.

The flying snow was blocked outside, and the ice and snow in the courtyard melted inch by inch. Flowers and plants broke through the ice, slowly took root and sprouted, and soon bloomed.

Cranes and magpies fluttered their wings, flew out from somewhere far away, and finally circled around Shen Zaishui's head.

"Xianjun, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The palace door was pushed open, and a young man with silver hair and white clothes ran out of the palace. When approaching him, the young man grew up little by little.

His face became more beautiful, and his silver hair grew from waist to floor.

"Well, I'm late."

The author has something to say: make up for the regret of Fanwaiyi.

There were originally planned to be three episodes, but the second one was abusive, so I merged it into one episode.

I’m done writing here, thank you for staying with me for so long.

If you are destined, see you next time.

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