Purple lamp, dark shadow. Two hundred years have passed.

On the stone bed of the cave, Amu's body has been completely solidified and restored as before, but it has not yet awakened.

Han Bingyi's face is still beautiful, but slightly haggard. Han Bingyi's expression was gentle, and his eyes were full of love, without the slightest hint of the youthful coldness of the year.

Amu's eyebrows and eyes have actually been engraved in Han Bingyi's heart.

However, on the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, for two hundred years, Han Bing has been by Amu's side day and night, but he still can't get tired of seeing Amu's face.

Once, after nearly three hundred years of waiting and anticipation, Han Bingyi finally saw Amu again. Although Amu has been unconscious, for Han Bingyi, he is already very satisfied.

The real Amu is naturally far more solace than the soul-free grass.

At this time, outside the cave, a small black bird suddenly flew in. Black feathers and white neck, black eyes shining, but there is a jade cup in his mouth.

"Crow!" Han Bingyi smiled slightly, raising one hand.

The little black bird, with its wings retracted, landed directly in the palm of Han Bingyi's hand. At the same time, Han Bingyi took the jade cup, and inside it was half a cup of 10,000-year-old spiritual dew in the crevice of the cliff behind the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

In the battle of hell overturning, Amu's body was scattered. Leng Yu collects cold ice and enters the mountain, also so that someone can take care of Amu.

Leng Yu asked Han Bingyi to go to the back mountain every day, absorb half a light of spiritual dew, and give it to Amu. After 200 years, Amu will be able to regain his physical body, and after another 100 years, Amu will be able to awaken.

Now, two hundred years later, Han Bingyi serves Amu every day to drink spiritual dew, and Amu has indeed restored his former physical body.

For two hundred years, the first hundred years, it has been Han Bingyi, who personally went to pick up the fairy dew, and then fed Amu drop by drop. A hundred years later, a little black bird suddenly flew out of Amu's Sky Fox Fairy Bracelet.

back then. Hell fell, and Ya'er was naturally affected, but at the critical moment, Amu put Ya'er into the Sky Fox Fairy Bracelet. A hundred years later, the crow recovered and flew out on its own.

In the past, all kinds of cold ice in front of the Brahma Temple have already been seen in the ice mirror of cold jade, and it is like being there in person. Shen Yan, Crow, and Han Bingyi are no strangers.

"The thought of my life. Only to stay on the left shoulder, accompany the six paths, regardless of reincarnation. "That may be the crow's wish.

Looking at the little black bird that had just been revived and landed on Amu's shoulder, Han Bingyi knew that everyone had their own satisfaction. Each has its own pains.

After that, Han Bingyi was grateful in his heart. Every day, the little black bird receives the spiritual dew. Then she fed Amu again.

From time to time, Han Bingyi would also talk to the little black bird, and the little black bird tilted his head and looked at the woman who was also dressed in purple as he did when he listened to Amu's words in Mengjia Village.

took the jade cup, and Han Bing tapped it with his jade fingers. A drop of spiritual dew is like the stars arranging and shining, and it is also like Han Bingyi's sincerity to Amu.

Although, for two hundred years. This action is repeated countless times. The cultivation of the upper realm of the Water Tribulation will not be the slightest bit worse in such a trivial matter, but every time, Han Bingyi is extremely serious.

A drop of spiritual dew, under the guidance of the cold ice jade finger, slowly fell between Amu's lips.

The first drop is completely immersed, and the second drop will fall, and Han Bingyi's eyes and heart are full of Amu. The little black bird tilted his head and quietly watched Han Bingyi's movements, his eyes were dark and bright, but there was no emotion.

It's a raven, but it's not a raven after all. Sometimes, Han Bingyi thinks that maybe the crow is the happiest, because there is no desire, no desire, no feeling, no thought.

Unless she dies, she can stay on the left shoulder of her loved ones.

Half a light of spiritual dew, feed it all! The crow curled up on Amu's shoulder.

Han Bingyi gently wiped the corners of Amu's mouth with Xianpa, but in fact, there was not a drop of spiritual dew residue there. The tenderness in Han Bingyi's eyes, these two hundred years are the closest time between her and Amu.

Perhaps, Amu will never need her protection again, perhaps, Amu will never say to her again, "Watch me kill", perhaps, Amu now has only a purple dress in his heart.

However, no one can erase the time that Han Bingyi spent with Amu in his heart. Han Bingyi's fingers gently stroked Amu's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, and lips.

At this moment, Amu is her heart, her soul, and her qiē. Han Bingyi leaned over and kissed Amu's lips lightly, but it was imprinted on his heart.

A tear rolled down, and then the cold ice lay next to Amu's arm, sleepily and peacefully.

Han Bingyi knew that she still had a hundred years left. And just like that, it's really another hundred years.

Three hundred years have passed like water. Three hundred years of gunpowder smoke has dissipated. The vast sea and wilderness, the endless sun and moon, maybe many people will not care about these three hundred years?

Only the purple clothes, when Amu was about to wake up, retreated like light smoke, leaving no trace. Perhaps the only thing she can have is these three hundred years.

When Amu Youyou woke up, there was only the little black bird on his shoulders, not the purple clothes. Han Bingyi used his own absence to express his unrepentant love.

............

The Qiē of the Black Water Sacred Domain has gradually drifted away with the passage of time. The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, the iron lock bridgehead, can vaguely see the wind and snow.

A man, standing with his hands in his hands, seems to be looking at the holy mountain.

Dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face, but his brows are slightly locked, it is Amu, the heir of the Demon Lang. On his shoulder, there was a little black bird, but now the little black bird's head was deeply embedded in the feathers.

Three hundred years have passed, and it has been three full months since Amu woke up. Amu is ready to set off, and there are many things waiting for him to do.

At this time, Leng Yu walked out of the back mountain slowly. She looked at Amu's background and couldn't help but sigh softly. I have to say that Amu is standing there, wearing green clothes, and his back is very similar to the god of the year.

"Amu!" Leng Yu called.

"I've seen Uncle Shi!" Amu turned around and saw Leng Yu, smiled faintly, and hurriedly bowed down.

"Do you think of your master?" Leng Yu followed Amu Fangcai's gaze and looked towards the white dragon rope bridge.

In the faint wind and snow, the opposite mountain peaks are dimly visible. More than 7,000 years ago, Phantom Flower, Demon Lang, and Canghai Magu seemed to be disillusioned.

"They are all immortal legends within the Three Realms! As long as you choose, there is no right or wrong!" Ah Mu looked at the misty wind and snow outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, and his expression narrowed slightly.

The stories that Leng Yu knew about the magic lang and the phantom flower, she had already told Amu.

Though. Amu still can't completely integrate the image of his master Wang Jue with Shenlang and Molang, but Amu can feel Shenlang's unquenchable state of mind.

"Defy the sky, turn cause and effect, and break fate. Why not?" Thinking of this, Amu would laugh coldly in his heart, laughing at the beings of heaven and earth, the ancient correspondents, and even the Supreme of the Three Realms. Amu's mood and Kamiro are surprisingly consistent.

It seemed that he could feel a little bit of Amu's state of mind, and Leng Yu smiled faintly.

"It seems that you have already thought about it, when will you leave?"

"Hmm!" Amu nodded. "As long as Senior Brother Lishui arrives, he and I can leave at any time!"

Leng Yu nodded and didn't say anything. Amu is also like a god, there are too few people who can influence their choices.

"Uncle Shi. You know their last seven days. Where did Master and the Celestial Maiden go?" Amu asked suddenly.

Leng Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Actually, Amu asked. It's not Leng Yu's question. For seven thousand years. Leng Yu no longer has any information about the magic lang and the phantom flower.

"You still told me about Wang Jue! My water mirror can't see him at all, and I don't know when he was reincarnated as a mortal or when he stepped into the realm. ”

"The last seven days of the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower are even more unpredictable. Follow those fragments of memory you said. I can't even tell if Phantom Flower is still alive. Because, as long as it is sealed, the Phantom Flower can use these seven days for a long, long time!"

Amu frowned. With a long sigh, he didn't say anything.

Seven thousand years ago, the Heavenly Maiden Demon Lang left the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms. Painstaking Zi once said that seven thousand years ago, Mo Lang was alone with the broken demon coffin to the north peak of Beihanzong Town.

At that time, the demon lang asked the painstaking son to seal a wisp of his demon soul and explained some matters, and the demon lang had run out of oil at that time. It stands to reason that this should be the time when the demon is about to be reincarnated.

However, about 600 years ago from now, Amu was brought to Liuzhen by his master from the Northern Wilderness. How can a mortal body survive 7,000 years?

Whoever can win the immortal? Amu thought of this sentence and smiled bitterly in his heart. Is Master really mortal?

On the Sansheng Stone, the woman covered in purple electricity that Amu once saw should be the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, and it should be the Heavenly Maiden who brought Amu to the Northern Wilderness.

But did Phantom Flower really survive 7,000 years by constantly sealing itself? Where are the three years that Amu thinks he has disappeared?

What's more, Amu remembered Yu'er. When Yu'er first arrived in Liuzhen, she already had zài, but she was still in swaddling clothes, smaller than herself.

Ghost body, who is Yu'er? She could never be, Phantom Flower and Demon Lang's daughter.

There are many questions, and there are many chaos, Amu has no answer in his heart, and Leng Yu has no answer.

It seems that all time and space are somewhat confused, and all people have layers of mysteries.

"Uncle Shi, after the Great War of the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Ghost Sect, where are the two hundred years that I have disappeared? Why did Xuantian seal me? Why, there is still the last trace of the sealing sword mark in my eyebrows?" Amu asked again.

"Uncle Shi, if I can really see through a qiē, maybe I won't be able to defend the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms!" Leng Yu said with a wry smile.

"I once said that Xuantian is unfathomable, and I sealed you because I was afraid that you would be swallowed by the demon coffin. A trace of the sword has not been removed, and there must still be a seal that has not been removed!"

"The two hundred years since you disappeared must have something to do with the Paradise Ancient Stream! It's just that we will never know where and where the Paradise Ancient Stream is in the Three Realms. Because, legend has it that the Green Soul Gu Immortal swore that he would never see the Canghai Immortal Venerable. ”

"Hate because of love?" Amu smiled bitterly.

In the Canghai Cave Mansion, the portrait of the Green Soul Gu Immortal and the portrait of the Canghai Patriarch were actually hung side by side. When Amu went to worship the Canghai Patriarch under the guidance of Leng Yu, he was extremely shocked to see the two portraits, because they were like a pair of immortals.

The sea and the land of paradise have such a origin.

Canghai Immortal Venerable, dressed in green clothes, looks ordinary, but there is an inexplicable aura around his body, which is incomprehensible. A pair of eyes seems to be able to see through thousands of years.

The green soul Gu Immortal has a beautiful appearance and a gentle expression, but there is too much rebelliousness in his eyes. In the fairy mist, the green skirt is flying, and the white jade fairy is on the waist. That's definitely a woman who kills coldly, dares to love and hate.

The stories of Canghai Immortal Venerable and Green Soul Gu Immortal handed down in Canghai Ancient are very few, and it seems that Canghai Immortal Venerable deliberately covered up a qiē.

Everyone, only in the sporadic words that may have been distorted, roughly guessed the four words that Amu said - hate because of love.

However, who can see through the truth of thousands of years? Maybe many people have come to wrong judgments! (To be continued......

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