final catastrophe

Chapter 522 22. Seclusion
"The God of Swords reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and opened mountains with one sword. The east and west peaks of Bashu, one was opened by the God of Swords, and the other was opened by the God of Swords, but the sword of the God of Swords was more powerful."

"Where is the sword god? Where is he now? Has he really recovered?"

But there are still people who are concerned about the whereabouts of the Sword God, and they ask, "Where is the Sword God? After losing, did he retreat and live in seclusion? Why haven't he heard of his whereabouts?"

Someone quickly replied: "The Sword God forced his actions, and when he fought the last move with the Sword God, he blew himself up and died."

The man was startled, and then slowly shook his head: "After all, it's not my own effort, no matter how much it is, it's just a burden, a burden."

"But it's a good thing that the Sword God is dead."

"Shh, aren't you afraid of people from the Sword Palace?"

"Where is the Sword Palace? Xiao Bufan died, and Duguchen also left. The Sword Palace is like a flash in the pan, and it has long since lost its original glory. This Jianghu has truly returned to its original appearance."

"good."

Above the restaurant, the sound of co-funding was intertwined. People in the rivers and lakes put their weapons on the wine table, drank heavily, yelled at the waiter, ordered two plates of beef, two plates of peanuts, and then there were endless stories about the rivers and lakes.

The Sword Palace fell.

The name of the Supreme Sword God naturally fell to become the Supreme Sword Saint.

There is always only one God.

The first sword god.

And the silver-haired, bearded man was still walking, and there was an indelible frost between his brows.

His lips are gentle.

Because of the fragrance of red sleeves and the company of beauties, how could he not be gentle.

"Aren't you coming to Malaysia?"

The woman in red smiled and looked at the man who was striding forward. She patted the front of the saddle, "It's empty."

Eyeballs moved, and the sparkle flowed, she suddenly smiled and said: "Could it be that you like to sit in the back."

Then, her charming body moved forward again, making room behind the saddle.

The man chuckled, then rose into the air, sat down on the back of the saddle, then hugged the woman in red with his left hand, but took the rein with his right hand, raised it and then lowered it, and shouted to the distant sunset: "drive!"

The horse's hoofs ran up, and the hooves were full of fragrance.

The fragrance is floral.

There is fragrance.

Xia Ji inhaled deeply the soft long hair of the woman in red, the fragrance of flowers was charming and intoxicating.

With a down-and-out knife on his waist, he is like a wandering knight-errant, running around the world with his lover.

Daolu will not go.

Wudang does not go.

I don't want to go to places with rivers and lakes.

The two of them traveled all over the world, visited famous mountains and great lakes, and finally found a piece of paradise behind a certain mountain.

Layers of green vines cover the entrance, making it impossible to see.

And there are flowers and green leaves in it, and you can climb to the high ground. No matter in the morning or in the evening, the clouds are always turbulent. Xia Ji casually solved some small things entrenched here, and built a wooden house.

He ran in the mountains to hunt, got some game, and then brought it back to the house, let Ren Qingying pickle one by one, and hang it on a simple string.

Drinking nectar in the morning, wandering in the mountains, and when the sun goes down, I go back to the house, talk about something, and then fall asleep.

At the beginning, the two still talked about the pain of lovesickness.

Asking "where have you been", "how have you been these years" these words.

But after a long time, it is simple and ordinary, just shouting "put away your clothes", "what's for lunch" and so on.
Finally, one day the two talked about offspring.

This is something that every couple can't get around.

The former Demon Cult leader naturally couldn't get around, her most graceful and fair body was wrapped in red gauze, her oval face was blurred and graceful, but her eyes seemed to be dripping water, and her face stained with morning frost by the true energy of the sun was even more impressive. I only feel that the fairies in the sky can be seen from a distance but cannot give birth to the slightest obscenity.

A pair of lotus root-like legs are side by side, sticking together, sticking to the window sill.

The blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, Ren Qingying hooked her fingers.

Xia Ji lit a red candle, and the candle flame flickered, making the beauty on the bed even more charming.

Outside the window is the mountain wind, whizzing through, crying ghosts and howling wolves, making people just want to find a place to hide.

And here, there is the warmest bed and the most beautiful woman.

The red candle flickered.

Ren Qingying said: "Husband, the spring night is short."

The bearded man also showed a gentle smile. He walked to the bed, took off his clothes, and then kicked a jade foot on the gauze curtain in front of the window, causing the red curtain that was originally opened to close with a swipe.

You can only vaguely see the mingled figures in the curtain.

With a cry, it was heart-wrenching.

Qingsi rested on her strong chest, and Ren Qingying didn't want to get up yet. She felt that she was very tired, so she lightly squeezed her small fists and thumped the man.

Xia Ji rubbed her hair casually.

Sharing the same bed, as if they were really husband and wife.

However, in fact, it is all empty and false.

Several months passed in a blink of an eye, but Ren Qingying did not show any signs of a fetus. Although it was a pity, she did not seek death or live to question anything.

From that day on, Ren Qingying went down the mountain quietly, and then carried back a basket of books.

In addition to doing laundry and cooking every day, I just hold a book and read.

Afterwards, Xia Ji only felt that the tastes of the dishes he ate every day became richer. In the past, broth was broth, and vegetable soup was vegetable soup.
Although Ren Qingying's dark cooking techniques have obviously improved during these years of living alone.

But it's just done.

But since reading those books, Xia Ji felt that his taste was different.

Every time he ate, he always felt a subtle yang energy flowing into his body. Finally, one time, he couldn't help but look to see what his wife in this life was looking at.

Then he understood that they were all books on how to improve quality and increase the possibility of pregnancy through diet therapy, acupuncture points, and work and rest habits.

Ren Qingying not only cooks for him, but also eats for herself. The food is different, which shows that she is serious.

The husband and wife have gone through all kinds of hardships and finally lived in seclusion in the paradise, but it is also a sense of sincerity, and the cultivation has achieved a positive result.

It's just that no matter how hard Ren Qingying tried, there was still no sign of a fetus.

Until one day, the former leader of the Demon Cult threw a basket of books down the cliff of the back mountain, and he didn't go crazy, let alone questioned, but mentioned the fetus less and less.

In her opinion, staying together for a lifetime is enough, why bother to force it.

Say it out, either you have a problem, or your husband has a problem, since you can't ask for it, then let it go.

The two can overcome life and death, good and evil, and all kinds of difficulties, and living together, Ren Qingying is already very content.

And so on.

Live together until old age and death, and then make a coffin big enough in advance, the husband and I lie in it together, bury the soil, and wait quietly for death.

Sleeping in the same coffin, this life is really complete.

Ren Qingying looked out the window at another year's heavy snowfall, making thousands of mountains and mountains covered with silver-white makeup. She held her chin and smiled.

Sweet, gentle, indifferent.

(End of this chapter)