"Are you really going to leave?"

The night eaves, the bright moon hangs high.

Somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains, in the classical and traditional house shrine, on the eaves of a house, Yongtu looked at the figure in front of him and asked with a sigh.

In front of him, the bold and unruly tall figure was sitting scattered on the eaves, pulling the straw rope tied with the wine gourd, drinking the wine in big mouthfuls, and then wiping his mouth and smiling:

"Ah, yes."

Seeing his appearance, Yongtu was slightly silent, and then he also looked at the bright moon in the night.

The world shines on Kunlun and is peaceful and beautiful.

"You don't have to do this at all."

After a moment of silence, Yongtu finally looked at him and spoke.

"Come on, I know the best about my injury. Whether I can survive in front of you for a moment is a question."

The generous figure smiled softly without caring, pulled the drafting rope, and the muddy wine entered his throat.

"Brother said that he has a way to get you healed and restore your strength."

Yongtu paused for a moment and said slowly, but he did not see surprises or desire to restore his strength from the other party's face. Instead, he was free and relieved.

"I know, if it was that priest, there must be a way, but..."

He sighed for a long time, gently shook the wine gourd and patted his legs.

"We have to go through so many fantasy... no, now it's called a scene, so there is a front-line possibility. Midnight is in the development stage, and it's not worth wasting so much on me."

Then he lay on his back on the eaves of the tiled roof, looking at the bright moon hanging high, and pillowing his hands comfortably.

"And, there are now talented people from outside our China, and I am not a night watchman who is about to retire."

"It must be a broad-minded person who can become such a person, and they won't care about such things."

Yongtu said slowly and sat beside him.

"But, I care."

He smiled gently and gently shook his legs crossed.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the bright moon hangs above the Kunlun night sky, making people sigh,

No matter from ancient times to the present, for a long time, this eternal moonlight is bright in the darkness.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Before we knew it, the topic went back to the beginning.

"Ah, yes."

He smiled and answered again, and then spoke softly:

"This may be a good opportunity. That priest is really a big man who cares about the people. I guess he chose to establish Midnight because of what he got."

Yongtu sat beside him, without saying anything, and listened quietly to him talking to himself.

"But... Actually, I'm more used to the days in the bamboo forest before. I'm not a night watchman who takes responsibility, but a prodigal son who can do whatever he wants."

He slowly closed the corners of his eyes, and smiled unconsciously, as if he was missing that time.

"so....."

Opening his eyes, he looked at Yongtu and laughed:

"I'm leaving."

Yongtu looked at him, and his eyes were determined to leave.

He suddenly turned over and stretched out his body, pressed the hilt of his sword, and looked at the distance outside Kunlun, which was another world.

"It has been twenty years since China was founded, and that night scene has been established for twenty years. I really don't know how that boy Jiang Ran did. Did Linlang help him well? What is Xiaochuan doing..."

He smiled and muttered, and then just as he wanted to jump into the night, Yongtu called him.

"Cyan."

"Um?"

The figure, called "Qingyan", smiled and turned his head, and his hands were casually placed on the ancient sword around his waist.

"Are you still unable to let go of your old wife?"

"Ah, yes,"

Qingyan admitted calmly and smiled, sighed slightly, and then looked at Yongtu with a silence:

"After all, you know, I'm a love prodigal son."

"So, then brother asked me to tell you something?"

"Um?"

The night eaves, facing the inquiry in Qingyan's eyes, Yongtu slowly looked at him and spoke:

"She may have future generations alive."

In a moment, Yongtu saw the man who claimed to be a prodigal son in love and his pupils dilated slightly.

"It should be yours..."

"Anyway, I already have a grandson or granddaughter?"

Qingyan looked at a jade pendant and murmured softly. Yongtu didn't say anything, and was silent for a while before asking:

"What are your plans in the future?"

Listening to his words, Qing Yan was slightly ecstatic, and then turned around and smiled:

"Plan...? I don't have any plans, go see her descendants and help you see the night scene, by the way..."

He slowly clasped the jade pendant in his hand, weaving tassels, as if he saw someone's silhouette under the candlelight, his voice full of self-strength. He laughed softly, whether it was bitter or nostalgic:

"If I get married again, I will never find a daughter with a tough personality."

After saying that, he tightened the hilt of the sword, then jumped and left a farewell to Yongtu.

"Go away!"

The moment he fell like the forest of Kunlun Mountains and was far away from Ziye Shrine, he turned his head and took a last look. He knew that after leaving here, he returned to the real world.

"Forget it..."

He spoke softly, then looked up again and saw his direction clearly.

After decades of separation from the world, I will go to the mortal world again...

......

......

Then what.....

......

......

It's a team scene.

The girl forced herself to support her body, looked at the two of them who were with each other, gritted her teeth and raised the lightning again, and the moment before she was about to be besieged...

Then at this time, a figure held the ancient sword Qingfeng and slashed out the sword energy from the side to stop the two of them, and greeted the girl with a look of alertness in embarrassment:
Chapter completed!