The bright moon sits on the ground

After waiting all night, Bai Xuan finally came back, but asked Xu Lang to leave.

Xu Lang thought, what is this Xuanpu fairy thinking now?

He doesn't get angry very often,? His temper can be considered mild, and he always smiles, as if nothing can make him angry, even if his neck is bleeding from the Pojun Xianjun,? His angry look It's also pretending,? Xu Lang remembers,? From childhood to adulthood, the number of times he lost his temper like this can be counted on the fingers - he seems to lack a part of his heart compared to others, so there are rarely disturbances.

There was a muffled sound from his throat, a bit mocking. Xu Lang took a deep breath. He could imagine that his demeanor at this time might not be very good, and could even be called aggressive. "This is you Is it the conclusion after many days of deliberation?"

Bai Xuan stared at Xu Lang, and nodded slowly as if deliberately trying to make him see clearly.

It seemed like all the efforts he'd made, the words of reassurance, the trust he'd tried so hard to maintain were meaningless.

Thinking of this, Xu Lang suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at his worries when he woke up in the middle of the night, laughing at how he really wanted to wait for Bai Xuan to say those words one day, he was trying to make the ice water boil in vain It's a pity that he is in a desolate snowy field. Before the heat comes out, the fire has been extinguished, and no firewood can be found to burn it. If he stays any longer, he will stop breathing due to the cold.

"It's ridiculous for me. I really thought that you would tell me everything one day, so I thought it was okay to wait." Xu Lang half covered his cheeks, and a gloomy air was condensed in his chest, forcing a fishy smell in his throat. The sweet taste, he couldn't suppress his anger, and a broken laugh leaked from his lips, "In the eyes of Xianjun, I'm probably like an ant, with a reckless courage beyond self-control."

Xu Lang could say some harsh words, so that Bai Xuan would occasionally feel regretful or even painful because of his decision.

For example, tell him how long I have been waiting; for example, tell him that because of that almost blind trust, I ran around, went to Wuzheng and Liu Nanci, asked around, went to Sanqing, and even For another example, tell him that although he is not a hero who has lived through the ages, he never thought of escaping from this situation.

But Xu Lang didn't want to say it.

The coldness of the night seemed to strike at this moment. Even though he was wearing thick clothes, he still felt that his limbs were frozen stiff, his fingertips were faintly numb, and even a little tingling. It felt as if all the bones in his body had been taken away, leaving only a skin, limp and crooked towards the ground, he had to do his best to stand still.

After Bai Xuan listened, he didn't make a sound, just looked at Xu Lang, as if he didn't know what to say, and seemed to have nothing to say.

So be it, Xu Lang thought to himself, this person has already made his decision, what else can he do?He never had a choice.

He put Liang Kunwu's robe on his arm, and stopped looking at Bai Xuan.No matter what expression Bai Xuan had on his face, or what he was thinking at this moment, even if he knew it, he would not feel half satisfied, he just felt tired and didn't want to say another word.

Xu Lang took a step forward and walked across the snow. There was a jerky creaking sound under his feet, which hurt his ears.

Even when he passed by Bai Xuan, he didn't stop for half a step, he just walked forward on his own, he didn't want to wait for Bai Xuan's response, he took two steps and took three steps, and soon he reached the gate of the courtyard , crossed the threshold, and walked away without looking back.

Bai Xuan looked up, in the sight covered by the blood mist, only a figure could be vaguely seen getting further and further away.

He opened his lips, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. Xu Lang walked too fast and was far away. He couldn't see clearly. He could only look in the direction Xu Lang left from his memory, but only Seeing a chaotic scene, it is full of desolation and there is no vitality left.

"Xu Lang." He thought about it, and whispered towards the endless snowfield, "Unlike gods, if mortals get involved, they will only end up in pieces, their souls will be scattered, and they won't even have a chance to choose. I hope, at least you can survive."

The aura of mortals is too light, like a ray of wind blowing gently, it is almost indistinguishable in the blood mist.

Bai Xuan stood for a while, the snow gradually fell, he felt a little chill, and then he was sure that Xu Lang had left.

He thought to himself that both he and Xu Lang were decisive people, and if he said the merciless words decisively, Xu Lang would also be decisive.

A burning pain emerged, burning the snow field into barrenness. Bai Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to look at the boundless sky, and the fine snow fell from the sky. When the aura collided, the condensed impurities were not white, but gray-black, like the ashes left after the flame had burned out, flying away in succession when the wind blows.

Fairies can't do everything.

In this world, there are many things that mortals can do, but gods cannot.

Bai Xuan stood in the snow, after a long time, he also turned around and left, the footprints on the snow were quickly buried and disappeared.

None of them had any intention of joking, and they never felt that there was a chance to change things around. Xu Lang didn't even have time to say goodbye to Wu Zheng and the others—maybe this is something that should be hidden. In short, after a few days, Liang Kunwu came to look for Xu Lang. Lang.

Xu Lang wasn't too surprised. He looked around, but he couldn't see Bai Xuan. He didn't want to mention it, and Liang Kunwu didn't say much.

Thinking about it, Liang Kunwu didn't know what Bai Xuan was thinking, maybe he had a guess, maybe he didn't, but along the way, Liang Kunwu didn't mention Bai Xuan at all, he was always reticent, and at this time he talked even less, Xu Lang said a few words Mouth, also do not speak.

Every time he returned to the human world, Bai Xuan took Xu Lang away directly, so it was the first time Xu Lang saw this door.

Similar to the door embedded in the mountain in the human world, it is square and square, with three lines in total. The one on the fox symbolizes Baixuan, the one on the ruins of weapons symbolizes Liang Kunwu, and the vines and flowers symbolize Chulang. About connect into a triangle.

Liang Kunwu put his hand on the symbol that symbolized him, pressed his palm down, and with a click, the mechanism was turned on.

After finishing all this, Liang Kunwu took a step back and stood side by side with Xu Lang, watching the door reveal a gap, which opened slowly and silently, revealing the stone steps behind, and the deeper places could not be seen clearly , is the endless darkness.

"By the way," taking advantage of the opening of the door, Xu Lang stared at the door without squinting, and said aloud, "Thank you, clothes."

"It was snowing heavily at that time. I went back and washed it. After drying it, I put it in the cabinet on the right of the bedroom entrance. You can pick it up whenever you have time." Xu Lang said here, a little Excuse me, "I just remembered this."

Liang Kunwu responded.

The door opened, and Xu Lang lit the candle in his hand. He had nothing to take away, he was relaxed and clean, how he got here in the first place, and how he left now, only the burning candle in his hand It made him feel real.

At this time, Xu Lang still couldn't hold back. He had already walked into the door, but suddenly turned his head to look at Liang Kunwu.

"That, Kunlun Immortal." He touched the tip of his nose and said, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

After all, they got acquainted, he had a cold fight with Bai Xuan, and he didn't quarrel with Liang Kunwu, Xu Lang can still tell the difference between this kind of thing.

Liang Kunwu folded his hands on his chest, put on the posture he often does on weekdays, and looked at Xu Lang for a while without saying a word, his slightly sharp eyebrows showed a little softness, he thought for a while, and said: "Choose The power has always been in your hands."

Xu Langgan waited for a long time, thinking of all the possibilities, whether it was good or bad, caring or mocking, or a plain goodbye, he was already prepared, but he didn't expect Liang Kunwu to say such an unclear Unclear words.

He didn't understand what Liang Kunwu was talking about, what "the right to choose", what "is in your hands", what exactly do they mean?

Before he could ask, Liang Kunwu raised his hand, and the door closed in response, blocking the outside scene behind him.

The corners of Xu Lang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse, helplessly and puzzled, but the door was closed, which meant that Liang Kunwu didn't want to explain to him. What does that mean".

Holding the candle lamp in his hand, he walked down the stone steps. The stone walls on both sides gradually showed incomplete color blocks, like mottled fish scales. A faint golden glow in the dark.

After walking for a long time, a complete pattern finally appeared on the stone wall. As Xu Lang expected, it was all kinds of weapons.

Dotted with stars, meandering downwards, shed the evil spirit, and waited silently in the depths of the darkness.

This stone step is too long, Xu Lang felt his legs and feet were sore, so he sat down against the stone wall, rested for a while, and then continued to walk down. It took a lot of time to stop and go, until his stomach started growling. Only then did I finally see the exit.

When he saw the exit, Xu Lang was even a little relieved that he was finally relieved.

He pushed open the door with all his strength, and saw that there was no vegetation, and the mountains and rocks were pitch-black. It really was Kunlun in the world.

Xu Lang had just stepped out of the door, but before he could take his foot back, the door creaked and was about to close again, his heart tightened, and he quickly scrambled to the side to save his leg from being caught by the door. The heavy and strong door clamped down.

It didn't matter if he hid or not, his foot slipped, his body was unstable, and he fell down from the mountain in a panic.

Xu Lang subconsciously protected his head, feeling dizzy and nauseated, almost delirious, in pain and out of breath, wanted to stop, but there was nothing he could do, the edges and corners of the rock scratched his arm, bloody The smell is overwhelming.

He probably lost consciousness for a moment because there was a sudden blank in his memory.

When his consciousness regained consciousness, Xu Lang felt stabbing pains, not only on his body, but also on his scalp, as if something was pulling his hair. He bared his teeth and screamed in pain, opened his eyes suddenly, and felt pain all over his body. As if falling apart, unable to move.

In a daze, he saw the woman waving away those troublesome poultry, looking at him with a rather helpless expression.

"It's you again." The vague emphasis rolled out of the woman's throat, and it was extremely familiar, "Where did it fall from?"

Xu Lang stared at her blankly, looked around, and realized that he had returned to that remote village again.

Only then did he really feel that he really left Kunlun, bid farewell to those gods, and returned to the world.

It was like a big dream, suddenly awakened, and the sweet blood rushed to the throat, with a bit of jerky pain.