In the pear blossom pass, the northern fox monk Yufeng sat alone under the pear blossom tree, holding a luminous wine glass, drinking pear blossom brew alone cup after cup.

His bright red robe, covered with flawless petals, stretched out like a bird's screen. The petals that fell from the tree covered the long placket, like a pear tree crying blood, so that the petals fell to the ground, stained with blood and tears.

He knew very well that his physical condition should not drink too much, but if he did not use wine to drown his sorrows, how could he get rid of the emptiness in his heart comparable to the burning flames? He raised his head, his eyes were drunk, as if he saw Xi Mutong sitting opposite, a light smile like the bright moon reflecting the mountains and forests, and also illuminating the pear blossom pass extremely warm.

Five hundred years of lovesickness came true in one day, and the person he was waiting for finally came to the pear blossoms. But after only seven days, she disappeared like a dream, like the petals of a flower blown away by the wind on the surface of the river, and then silently passed with the water.

His heart is still longing, longing for another seven days with her, he will hold her hand day / day, stroll on the pear blossom path, from sunrise to sunset, every minute and every second deeply feel her breath, never separated again.

But since she left, he kept telling himself that the dream he had for five hundred years had come true, and that he should stop being greedy and extravagant, and that God would give him more. The only thing he can do now is to stay in this pear blossom pass, quietly waiting for the last moment of his life to come. No matter how much time he had left, he already had seven precious memories, and her smile in the memories would accompany him for the rest of his life.

However, the sudden appearance of Elder Nanfeng that night made him have a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

The whereabouts of the demon king are now the biggest secret in the world, and how many people are exploring it day by day and day like a treasure hunt. Xi Mutong had already discovered his hiding place, and if it was known to the people in the other realms, her situation would inevitably become delicate, and she might even face great danger.

However, a deep smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but she was Xi Mutong, the legendary woman who founded Jiluo Mountain hundreds of years ago, and was not even afraid of the Ten Thousand Souls Bone Lock, and rescued thousands of living beings from under the chains. Is there anyone in this world who can actually kill her? Of course not!

But as soon as he thought of this, a strange feeling arose in his heart, and he looked down at the luminous glass, and through the clear wine, he saw his own reflection swaying in the glass.

Just as he was drunk like a dream, he heard an eagle chirp in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a huge eagle with a blank head had landed in front of him. After landing, its chirping turned into a muffled grunt in its throat, a pair of sharp eagle eyes slanted at him, and the two giant claws kept rubbing, and suddenly disturbed the petals scattered all over the ground.

Yu Feng was drunk and said with a smile: "This old ghost, I'm meddling again! ”

As he spoke, he stood up and was about to step on the clouds, but he was grabbed by the eagle with his beak, which made him unable to move forward, and he watched him shake his head, and his fiery eyes revealed resentment.

He couldn't help laughing, pointed at the eagle and said, "This man is about to die, and his memory is getting worse and worse! Last time I flew alone, let the old ghost blame you and be punished, how can I hurt you again this time?"

After speaking, he swept up countless pear blossoms with gusts of wind, and honestly sat on the broad back of the eagle, which carried it into the air and flew towards the Tomb of Despair. (To be continued.) )