Chapter 289
Falling leaves.
Under an ancient tree, stood a figure dressed in black clothes.
This person wore a crown on his head, and his temperament was extraordinary, just like an immortal who came to play in the world.
When he was young, Dugu Qiubai always felt that he had to practice the swordsmanship in his hands to the point where no one could match him and to the point where he could defeat all the strong men.
But he always forgot that there was a figure beside him, always accompanying him.
That was a gentle and jade-like woman with a beautiful face. She was not a beauty that could topple a country, but she was also a beautiful girl from a small family. When she smiled, there were two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, which was very beautiful.
However, he ignored the woman beside him too much. He wanted to become a world-famous sword god too much.
His goal was to create a swordsmanship that everyone could only look up to.
On the day he left the ancient tree, the beautiful girl from a small family saw him off for hundreds of miles until she saw his sight disappear at the end.
As time passed, dozens of years passed, Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship became more and more sophisticated, and he defeated more and more opponents.
He felt that he could no longer find any opponent for his swordsmanship.
But he always felt that his swordsmanship was not perfect, so he went south and began to challenge the swordsmanship geniuses.
But there was no doubt that those people were defeated by him. In terms of swordsmanship, no one among the younger generation of geniuses could be his opponent.
And that day, he happened to return to the ancient tree he had left before, thinking about meeting the girl who had been his childhood sweetheart.
He walked towards a village, where there were fireworks and there was not much change from his memory.
At the entrance of the village were some old people basking in the sun. They sat there for a long time, their eyes full of memories.
When Dugu Qiubai came to the entrance of the village, countless old people looked at him.
"Are you Dugu Qiubai's child?" An old man asked.
Dugu Qiubai looked at the old man, who vaguely looked like his former friend.
Not everyone can become a powerful warrior with a long life.
He kept rushing forward, but he always forgot to look back. Now he realized that he might have missed some very important things that he could never make up for in his life.
"Liu Er, it's me." Dugu Qiubai said softly.
The old man's body trembled violently, and he turned around quickly, his body trembling.
He could recognize this familiar voice, even after decades, he was already old.
But think about it, Dugu Qiubai was extremely talented at the time, and now he is also a strong man. How could his life span be the same as that of an ordinary warrior like him?
He is already old, and his friend Dugu Qiubai is still young and vigorous, just like when they parted.
He didn't think about what attitude to use to treat his former good friend for a while?
Say long time no see?
Maybe a long-lost hug?
"Is Qingqing still here?" Dugu Qiubai asked with a complicated heart.
When Liu Er heard the name, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Qingqing was the most beautiful girl in their village at that time, and I don't know how many people loved her.
But everyone knew that Qingqing loved Dugu Qiubai the most. When she sent Dugu Qiubai away, she walked a hundred miles and was scolded by her parents when she returned home.
"Qingqing died 20 years ago. She was also a warrior. She said she wanted to find you on the front line, but she was seriously injured in a battle that was difficult to heal. When she returned to the village, she was already gray-haired and dying!"
"Before she died, she hoped that you could come back, but no one had your contact information!"
Dugu Qiubai had no parents or relatives. His only friends were those who grew up with him.
But later, Dugu Qiubai went out to make a living, and he didn't have much contact with these friends.
Dugu Qiubai was struck by lightning, muttering, "Impossible, how could Qingqing have died 20 years ago?"
Even though he was now powerful and the No. 1 genius among the younger generation, he still felt a pang in his heart.
The woman who smiled gently in his memory, the woman who was like the moon, the woman who said she would wait for him under the ancient tree, just left like that?
"Qingqing said: He didn't blame you, you are a golden roc destined to fly in the sky, the village can't trap you, let the past go."
Liu Er said Qingqing's last words.
Dugu Qiubai, without any wavering state of mind, was in turmoil at this moment. His heart was originally indifferent, and he had never shed tears, but now tears were falling from the corners of his eyes.
After a while, he came to a tombstone with a photo of Qingqing on it, still as when they parted.That smile is as beautiful as a flower, and the corners of the eyes are as curved as the moon.
On this day, Dugu Qiubai was drunk and lay in front of the tombstone and talked all night.
"Qingqing, I'm sorry for you."
"I'm a bastard. I said I would come back earlier, but I delayed for so long. It would be nice if I could see you more."
"This damn heaven, why can't I see you more?"
"Qingqing, I heard that if you can cultivate to the realm of God King, you may be able to bring people back to life. One day, I will definitely wake you up.
By that time, I will borrow 500 years from heaven. I will accompany you for 500 years and will not go anywhere."
When he was young, Dugu Qiubai always thought that he could be free of worries, and could go all the way to the strongest and stand on the top.
But now looking back, he found that he had gained a lot and lost a lot, which seemed to be a destined reincarnation.
He felt guilty and loved Qingqing!
Presumably, he fell in love with Qingqing without knowing it at that time, and always thought that time was long and some things could be said later.
But he never thought that time was so short, and some things could not be said without opening his mouth.
Dugu Qiubai left the village, he looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and thought of her.
The smile of the woman at that time kept appearing in his mind.
"Sword Five should be the moon, the moon in the sky is the moon in the sky, and the person in the eyes is the person in the eyes!"
That day, the moonlight was bright, the sword light was dazzling, the red-gold light shone on the sky, and the sword energy was mighty, turning into a crescent moon.
From that day on, his moon had accompanied him for many years, killed many fierce beasts, and defeated many invincible Tianjiao.
But today, Dugu Qiubai's moon was broken, and the towering Nantianmen, condensed into a golden palm, firmly grasped the crescent moon, bursting out a vast and surging wave, and after a violent collision, it was crushed.
Dugu Qiubai, looking at the handsome and elegant young man standing on the Nantian Gate, couldn't help but think of him back then, who was also so high-spirited.
He looked at Chen Fan as if he saw himself when he was young, so proud, so full of vigor, and once he chose a path, he never thought of retreating.
"Qingqing, the next sword is called the Sword of Atonement. How I hope you can wake up and see it!" Dugu Qiubai whispered, saying words that only he could hear clearly.