Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 269: This Love Can Be Treated as Memories 1
For so many years, she went to heaven and earth and exhausted her whole life to send Yeluxiuge's incomplete body into the path of reincarnation, waiting for him to reincarnate and grow up a little bit. Now, he has returned to her side again, this time Just let him fulfill the promise between them, and play and eat with him until the old age, and never leave him.

What to do in the future, she has never thought about it before, nor now, nor will she think about it in the future, she only knows that all of this is enough, she just wants to spend a peaceful life with this child, watching him day by day When she grows up, teach him to read and write, and teach him the art of immortality and swordsmanship. She doesn't want to think about everything in the past. For now, these are enough...

These are the lives she wants...

The little boy accompanied her to look at the clusters of crimson sunset faces over and over again. The sunset faces under the setting sun are the most beautiful. It is like their lives. It blooms in the morning and sets in the evening, very much like her and Yelvxiuge That short and shallow fate.

She took the little boy's hand, and the breeze was gentle, but it was a rare beauty.

It turned out that the silent years without him were already a torment for her. The red beans outside the window had sprouted. It turned out that those good times had been wiped away, but it was a new beginning of life.

Suddenly he raised his eyes and saw the ball of green candles like bamboo leaves and red clouds like flowers outside the window, his eyes lightly lowered his head, and whispered: "Auntie, I want to be with you forever, you are the first Don't despise me." In this world, apart from his mother who died early, only this aunt treats him best.

If she doesn't dislike him, he wants to stay by her side for the rest of his life.

"In this life, I will never leave you, because you were once the warmth in my life..."

Liu Zimeng washed a plate of green vegetables in the kitchen and cut them into even filaments. The little boy looked at her and helped her from time to time. She looked at all this with a wry smile. She used to be so bitter. I studied these things hard and earnestly, just to be happy for Bo Na, but now the delicious dishes she cooks are not back to the beginning.

At the beginning, at the beginning, regret not at the beginning.

She sighed, came back to her senses and shoveled the food onto the plate, brought it to the table, and sat at the table holding the little boy's hand.

"You just came back, this is your home from now on, by the way, what's your name?" She reached out and handed him a pair of chopsticks, and asked with a smile.

"Go back to aunt, Jincheng, Wu Jinsheng."

The name is not bad, but it's a bit cumbersome. Liu Zimeng thought about it for a while and asked, "Jinsheng? Then my aunt will call you Jin'er from now on, okay?"

Jin'er nodded, she put a few chopsticks of shredded meat in her bowl, watched him eat a few mouthfuls, and showed her an innocent smile. Many years ago, the child Duobao smiled at her like this, followed The asynchronous and alien Tiantian behind her called her mother. At that time, she didn't know how to cook, so the food she cooked was naturally not very delicious. Although Duobao was very reluctant, she always took his food. He ate them all, and then she lost her memory and couldn't remember what happened in the past, but Duobao waited for her for 100 years, but now, she left him once again. After all, she, the mother, was sorry for the child.

"Auntie, what's the matter with you?" Jin'er asked quickly, seeing that Liu Zimeng had no chopsticks in his hand for a long time.

She smiled, and stretched out her hand to pick up another chopsticks of food for him: "It's nothing, Aunt looked at you, thinking of Aunt's child."

"Is my aunt's child my age? Where is he now?"

Liu Zimeng caressed Jin'er's head across a wooden table, looked past him but looked into the distance: "He is the same size as you, but he lives far away from us now."

With Swift taking care of Duobao, even if she is no longer by his side, there is no need to worry.

For so many years, during the ten years that she lived in the mortal world, the past was like smoke. There were many things she remembered, and there were many things she didn't want to remember again.

Counting ten years as a floating dream, they have lived here for ten years after going round and round. The Albizia juliensis outside the window is just right, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, like white clouds in the nine heavens, forming a canopy.

At the beginning of summer, there is already a light pink color. There is a peach blossom in front of the door, which was planted by Liu Zimeng himself. The red and pink petals are dotted among the green leaves. Jiner is practicing sword in front of the window, dancing and dancing The sword's edge is dexterous but still powerful, and it has the demeanor of Yelv Xiuge holding a sword back then.

She watched him dance sword in front of the window, there was a light wind blowing calmly, bringing bursts of peach blossom fragrance, occasionally a few peach petals blown by the wind fell leisurely on her palm, many years ago, she also saw Such a scene is just that at that time, she was writing her smooth life carefree.

Now, things are different, only the illusory memory of the past is still vivid.

When he looked up, he met Shang Jin'er's worried eyes, hurriedly put away the sword in his hand, and walked to the window with a worried look on his face, "What's wrong, aunt?"

She smiled, "It's nothing, I just thought of my old friend."

She reached over, gently rubbed the sweat on his forehead with a veil, and gently instructed: "If you are tired, take a rest."

Jin'er shook his head and said, "There is one trick that Jin'er hasn't practiced yet, and Jin'er wants to practice it well before resting."

She nodded, the child has a crippled left arm, so he can do everything.

Many years ago, Yelv Xiuge was also so persistent. This child is more and more like him. She has lived with him in the world for ten years. This year, Jiner is already a 15-year-old boy, but she only pays him He has some sword skills, but has never taught him any spells.

In this life, she wanted to return him to peace.

Many, many years ago, Yeluxiuge should have been like this, writing his pure and leisurely life under the window.

Let her return this life to him with her own hands.

When Jin'er was 19 years old, she chose a mortal woman for him. Although she was not perfect in appearance, she was also pretty, with a gentle and virtuous personality, which was exactly what she wanted. She could see that Jin'er also liked this woman very much, so she I made this marriage for him and married this woman back.Later, Jin'er had a child with this woman. The child called her master, and he learned swordsmanship from her. In the end, his stability in this life was not destroyed by her hands.

She thought that all the days in the future would pass like this, until one day, when Jin'er handed a letter to her, all the dreams she had constructed suddenly fell to the ground.

When Liu Zimeng hurried back to Qianzi Palace, Zizhong was sitting in the middle of the hall holding the blood-covered Hanyuyan, holding the person in his arms tightly like a child, standing next to Xuan Bing with a gloomy face Yun, the blood flowing out of Han Swift's body was like a round of bright sun hurting her eyes, she walked forward coldly, and shook away the thick barrier that Zizhong had set up around her body, Xuan Bing Yun wanted to step forward to stop him, but was also shaken away by her palm.

After all, Yuyan was ruined by that man's hands. If she knew that she should have killed that man with her own hands that day.

How could Liu Zimeng not know that the power of the demon god she left to Han Yuyan could be easily hurt by ordinary people?Unless she is willing.

Han Swift was hugged by Zi Zhong in her arms, her faint breathing proved that she was alive, Liu Zimeng saw a sword passing across her chest, and Han Swift struggled to open her eyes, Seeing that it was her, he pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "Sister, you... are back..."

Zi Chong looked at her with empty eyes, and still hugged Swift in his arms tightly. Her normally thin body was trembling in his arms, like a fallen leaf.

She bent her knees, put her hands on hers, and said softly: "Yiyan, don't be afraid, sister is back, she will protect you, and won't let others hurt you again."

A large amount of blood continuously oozed from the corner of Han Swift's mouth, and he nodded at her with difficulty.

Liu Zimeng didn't speak, a cluster of purple flames burst into her fingertips, and at the same time, she snatched Han Swift out of Zi Chong's arms, Zi Chong seemed to have just realized something at this moment, her eyes turned red desperately She rushed forward, but was blocked by the barrier she popped up, like a red-eyed beast, rushing towards the barrier recklessly, was blocked back, and then rushed again...

Never tire.

"Does it hurt?" She covered her wound with her hand, and the faint evil spirit had already spread out from her body, forming a layer of light purple on the ground.

Han Swift shook her head in her arms, "Sister, sister, am I going to die?"

She shook her head, and there was a little sparkle in her dry eyes.

"Sister, look, you, will, will blame, Swift, does Swift make up its own mind? Under the guise, under the guise of my sister's demon king, preside over, preside over the school affairs, Swift does this, does this, just to wait for her sister to come back..."

She looked at her, the corners of her white mouth trembling: "Yes, I will hate you forever."

She hates her, why should she watch the relatives around her leave one by one with her own eyes, but she is powerless, even if she is the demon king who smashes the six worlds, under the sword of Bingcang, even the gods of Daluo can't escape One death, let alone a half-immortal body?

She trembled in her arms, and after a while, a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth: "Well, Swift, Swift, never, regret it."

There was a burst of tearing pain from her body, and Liu Zimeng's face became blurred little by little in her vision. The only thing she remembered was that man's slender and strong fingers that year, and the temperature between them came to her through the thin clothes. , this is the only place where she feels warm, she heard the beating sound of the powerful heart in his chest, he hugged her horizontally, and led her through the slow stone path, passing through the rain, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell on the Between the eyebrows...

(End of this chapter)