The long wind sent 30,000 miles, and the crane was extremely fast, flying extremely high above the Northern Xuan Neizong, and there was no sign of falling, but the huge wings fanned and went straight into the distance.

At the end of the eye, there is an endless lake called the North Xuanquan Sea!

"Lake...... Sea ......"

Han Shi looked at the blue waves below, and couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart, after not being able to see the shore, he actually had the illusion of crossing the sea.

How big does a lake have to be to call it a sea?

Or, when will the sea become a lake?

After a short time, the two cranes slowly descended in turn, landed on a small island in the middle of the lake, and when the two walked down behind the cranes, they spread their wings and went straight into the depths of the clouds, nowhere to be found.

This small island is not big, but it is only hundreds of zhang square, but among them, there is a kind of fairy spirit hidden deeply, as if in a place where the green mountains are unknown.

Everywhere on the island, there is a hint of just the right one, no matter which angle you look at, it gives people a refreshing taste.

In the center of the island, there is a grass house, around which several green bamboos sway slightly in the wind, and the fragrance of grass and trees wafts with the wind.

Han Shi's pupils contracted slightly, and he could see at a glance that everything on this island was not real, but was condensed by water, this kind of magical power could not be used by people who had a deep understanding of water, even with his current cultivation.

Moreover, this small island is obviously in the endless water, but it gives people a sense of seclusion in the mountains, which can be described as a perfect combination of landscape artistic conception.

But what really shocked Han Shi's heart was not the fusion of this artistic conception, but every corner of this small island, he seemed to have seen it in the master's story, and there was no mistake.

"Han Shi, the reason why this spring sea is still a lake is because although it is large, it has no island. ”

Xu Chen stood on the beach, leaned over, picked up a shell, and put it in the palm of his hand.

Han Shi looked back, Xu Chen was dressed in white, in the breeze, her back actually had a sense of déjà vu, and in a short trance, Han Shi vaguely saw the shadow of Qingmei.

I knew it was false, but this feeling still made Han Shi's heart tingle, was this a coincidence, or was it a trick of fate?

Han Shi retracted his mind, his eyes returned to calm, and he didn't speak, in the face of such an old man, he didn't know what to say, the ease and ease when he was discussing with Xu Chen back then had disappeared.

"The reason why there is no island in this spring sea is that there is a great secret of the Northern Xuanxing hidden in it, do you want to know?"

Xu Chen turned around, looked at Han Shi and whispered, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and there were a few strands covering her face, but this kind of covering did not look messy, but became more and more beautiful.

Under the long hair, what is hidden in the depths of the smart eyes is a wisp of tenderness that Han Shi is afraid of seeing like water.

In the wind, looking at Han Shi shaking his head slightly, Xu Chen's face showed a somewhat inconsistent quirky smile, "If you want to know, you have to answer my previous question first." ”

Han Shi was slightly stunned, and then fell silent, in Xu Chen's piano sound, Xu Chen's words, and Xu Chen's eyes, there was a trace of extraordinary meaning, he was not a grass and tree, how could he not feel it.

And this feeling is the real reason why he doesn't know how to face this old man.

In the past four hundred years, he never thought that there was still a love on this North Xuan Star, waiting for him silently.

Four hundred years, this love has not been wiped out, like a branch in the crack of the stone, growing alone, just waiting for a person, in an unexpected moment, looking back.

The long and ruthless years will peel off all the camouflage and swings, even if they are confused, they will eventually flow away, and the big waves will be washed away, leaving only the word true love.

True feelings, there is no force that can hide it!

It's just that this love is destined to have no result, his love passed away with the wind as early as when Qingmei died, in this world, if there is anyone who can make him rekindle his love, only Qingmei is reborn.

In this way, it is better to explain everything before Xu Chen speaks......

In this world, long pain is better than short pain!

In the wind, with a hint of the fragrance on Xu Chen's body, Han Shi sighed in his heart, sitting in front of the grass house, his thoughts returned to four hundred years ago.

Although Han Shi's face is no different from that year, there have been vicissitudes in his words, this is the precipitation of the years, he and she are no longer the same as they were back then.

From the acquaintance with Dao Zhou, visiting the Red Dragon Son, to the Jun family, to leaving the abandoned land, returning to the Xuanyang Gate, and then to the battle to destroy the 100,000 Tang Clan in the Six Xuan Trials.

From two hundred years of self-styled cultivation, accompanied by green cows, searching in the vast sea of people, to almost despair, suddenly looking back, reunited in Jingshui Ancient Town, and walked across the bridge of this life.

From ten years of traveling the world, living in seclusion in Qingcheng, to discussing the Tao with Xu Shan, and then to the end of the relationship with Qingmei, fighting to the death with the Heavenly Dao, self-destructing the artistic conception, and falling into Taimo for more than 100 years......

In Han Shi's mouth, the five hundred years he has known Qingmei are like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of Xu Chen's eyes.

The life and death that is not forgotten, the persistent feelings, and the turbulence and blandness of all things, and the faint sadness are intertwined, forming Han Shi's past.

Han Shi's eyes revealed a trace of bottomless calm, and he spoke very slowly.

Unconsciously, it was already the middle of the moon, and the bright moonlight was quietly sprinkled in front of the grass house, shining on the faces of the two, and Xu Chen's gaze also became dim or bright from time to time with Han Shi's words.

Xu Chen was already completely immersed in it, she had almost forgotten herself, but regarded herself as Han Shi, feeling another life, in which she could see a woman named Qingmei......

She seems to see that she has become the shadow of Qingmei, and in the years, with Han Shi, her face is gone!

In Han Shi's words, there was not a trace of concealment, even the extremely secret things he had experienced in this life, which could be described as inextricable in the cultivation realm, also appeared in his mouth one by one.

For example, he owns gray stone and is also a stone cultivator.

For example, he went to the Five Elements Sect, accepted the Five Elements Inheritance, and survived the Phantom Tribulation.

For example, his discussion with Xu Shan in Qingcheng had a lot of profound Taoist thoughts.

For example, in his heart, there is a green candle that extinguished 100,000 Tang clans back then, which is the flame of this green candle.

For example, in Qilongyu, he saw the stone statue of the mysterious woman, such as the scripture, and the dialogue between the man in white and the man in Tsing Yi.

There were many, many more, and even some doubts and conjectures in his mind......

These things, no matter which one of them spread, would cause an uproar, enough to change the trend of the entire Northern Xuanxing Cultivation Realm, and it would also bring endless troubles to Han Shi, and even worries about life and death.

There were many things that Han Shi didn't even tell his master, but for some reason, when facing Xu Chen, his heart gradually became calmer, and there was an extremely strong but indescribable feeling, which made him confide in this woman.

This feeling has nothing to do with love, but is just a tacit understanding and trust that really belongs to friends.

Under the moonlight, even Han Shi didn't see the pale on Xu Chen's face that gradually merged with the moonlight.

This paleness became more and more intense as Han Shi said more and more secrets.

"When I saw the flower on the other side, my hair turned to gray ......" Han Shi's story ends here, he looks up at the bright moon in the sky.

"Tonight, it's the night of the full moon!"

Xu Chen also raised his head with Han Shi, her words could not hear the ups and downs, and her eyes were integrated with the moonlight, appearing extremely bright.

It was only in this brightness that Han Shi saw a glimmer of crystalline......

Xu Chen looked at the man in front of her in a daze, her mirror-like heart was no longer clear at the moment, she couldn't see Han Shi clearly, and she couldn't see herself clearly.

When Han Shi said the first secret, she already understood that she did not refuse his intentions, because she would never reveal these secrets to others throughout her life.

In Han Shi's story, she saw the fate of Han Shi and Qingmei, but at the same time, she seemed to see her own fate.

When she crossed the Seven Emotions Phantom Tribulation, she didn't cut off the love, perhaps, that was her life!

How could she not know that in this life, Han Shi only wanted her to be his confidant!

Those shocking secrets, like a dagger with a sharp handle, slashed away the softness in her heart little by little, and the more Han Shi said, the more powerless she was to get rid of all this.

It's just that she has never regretted it?

"Sister Qingmei's deep affection for you, no one can replace it. Xu Chen said softly.

Han Shi was speechless, looked at Mingyue with his hands and did not look back, he knew that this smart woman should have already understood everything.

Xu Chen's words naturally understood him, although it was a full moon tonight, but he was helpless about the joys and sorrows of the world, what about the full moon?

Both of them were silent in the moonlight, not wanting to break the silence.

After a long time, Xu Chen took a light breath and said, "My master is waiting for you." ”

After saying this, Xu Chen slowly got up, glanced at Han Shi deeply, and walked towards the distant seashore, her calm expression was actually already turbulent.

Whether it was the sadness after seeing through all this, or the shock caused by those peerless secrets, Xu Chen's mind was extremely chaotic, and she didn't dare to look at Han Shi again.

Looking at Xu Chen's back as he walked farther and farther, Han Shi sighed lightly and pushed open the door of the grass house, groaned slightly, and walked in slowly.

If what he expected was right, Xu Chen's teacher was afraid that he was the person he expected.

Everything in this grass house was comparable to the description of the master back then, Han Shi stood in front of the window, looking at the green bamboo carefully.

Although this bamboo is made of supernatural refining spring water, it is lifelike, and even the fragrance emitted is exactly the same, almost making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Your master, do you remember this autumn bamboo?" a voice seemed to come from nothingness.

In the grass house, a faint mist gathers to form a woman's figure, which is by no means a trick, but a manifestation of the artistic conception of water to a very high level.