I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

Chapter 58

The night was as cool as water, and Nan Ming sat alone on a small mountain near the cliff of the Devil's Cult.

The clouds and mists were misty and the night wind was cold. Nan Ming's body was already extremely weak due to serious injuries and damage to his soul, and he looked a little sleepy because of this.

He climbed up step by step from the bottom of the cultivation world, suffered too much human affection, and lived for thousands of years, but he didn't have a single friend. Even when he was injured, he could only lick and lick alone. Wounds, injured people can't help but feel sad, even he can't help it.A person has practiced the Dao for thousands of years, but once he dies, is there not even one person who can remember him...

It turned out that his magnificent life was nothing more than this.

Nan Ming sighed softly, he didn't like this feeling of thinking like a woman, he always felt that he shouldn't be like this, but there was an unknown factor pulling him.

A small firefly flew past him suddenly, and then there were countless more fireflies flying. In the quiet night, all the fireflies flying all over the sky suddenly lingered around him, lighting up a little light.

Nan Ming was already stunned, staring blankly at the man who was still chasing fireflies towards him, it was silly, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

As a cultivator, he had never seen any kind of magnificent spectacle, but for the first time in his life, his heart moved slightly because of this little firefly.

He raised his eyebrows in the opposite direction, pretending to be indifferent and said with a smile: "Looking at the immortal staying here alone, blowing the cool wind, I really can't bear to see the immortal so boring, so I introduced some interesting little things to the immortal from the back mountain. something."

Two points of concern were obviously hidden in the playful words of the other party. Nan Ming couldn't help but hooked his lips. It was the first time that he relaxed a lot because of being alone. you……"

Nan Ming tilted his head, and finally said: "I will give you a night of fiery trees and silver flowers."

A little spiritual power was condensed in his hands, and the sky was filled with fireworks.

The unattainable immortal laughed under the moonlight and fireworks, so the immortal may not be so unattainable.

……

On this day, Nanming, as usual, started to play the piano at nightfall, but the sword dancer who came that day, regardless of the weather, came late today.

Nan Ming frowned, it was... because that person didn't come, even the piano was quite boring.

From time to time, I plucked the strings twice, and the broken sound just sounded like this, boring and extremely boring.Nan Ming is not a person who loves the piano, and if there is one less person who shares his heart with him, the piano will become even more boring, and it will be in vain for him to improve his piano skills during this period of time.

After all, he put away the piano, lost a silent companion, and lost a little charm.

It doesn't matter if you don't play the piano.

If the other party doesn't come, there will be three full days in the future. Venerable Qiankun only wants to ascend as soon as possible in his life, to achieve Taoism and become immortal, but this is the first time that he feels annoyed because of one person and one thing.

So Nan Ming stepped out of this small courtyard for the first time after coming to this small courtyard for a few months.

He hadn't visited the entire Devil's Cult, but he had already heard a lot of gossip.

In general, it was their leader, Jinwu Cangjiao, who brought back a beauty who had been picked up from nowhere. Since then, he has changed his ways to please this beauty, and he has searched everywhere for this beauty. It's already a big deal, but I didn't expect to get into the most mysterious Heartbroken Valley because of this person.

Nanming seems to have become the blue-faced disaster in his mouth.

It was not until now that he realized why the other party hadn't come these days. He didn't expect that the other party was looking for the medicine with aura in his mouth. Those things were not very useful for his healing, but his heart was so For a moment, it was like being lightly brushed by a feather, causing a slight itchiness.

Broken Heart Valley got a 3000-year-old ginseng, which the leader Meng wanted, but the other party didn't want to give it to him. A 3000-year-old panacea is rare even in the cultivation world, let alone in this mortal world where spiritual power is scarce. , such a elixir, even the owner of Broken Heart Valley, who has long since retired, treasures it so dearly, how could he be willing to give it away.

Venerable Qiankun has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and climbed up step by step from the bottom of the small world. Everyone said that he was a genius in heaven, and everyone said that he had a heart like a stone and was indifferent. Messed up...

That man is a madman.

But the other party is just a small mortal, why is he upset?

Before Nan Ming could sort out the fleeting thoughts, the other party had already returned.

The man was still dressed in black, smiling brilliantly, and holding two jugs of wine in his hand.

"Hey, I'm an immortal. I haven't been here for a few days. Do you miss me? To make amends, I specially brought you a pot of good wine."

The other party was talking to himself there, but Nan Ming's gaze was extremely cold. There was a strong smell of blood on the other party's body, even though the other party took several baths on purpose, Nan Ming still only noticed it the moment the other party approached. , not only had a strong smell of blood on his body, but also his breathing was unstable, obviously he was seriously injured.

Since Nan Ming practiced immortality, he was rarely angry because of a single person, but at this time he was angry because of a little mortal who didn't cherish himself.

But the other party was still laughing heartlessly and unrestrainedly. At this moment, Nan Ming's heart was like ripples on the surface of a lake, and a terrible thought came to his mind——

He... was in love.

For a little mortal.

Since his heart that only wanted to soar as soon as possible was no longer calm, he was actually emotional. Could it be that he is crazy...

Nan Ming knew that this person must not stay.

The most sensible thing to do is to completely destroy the opponent before the throbbing spreads, but Venerable Qiankun is not so cowardly and dare not face it... it is just emotional.

The other party's temperament is actually not in line with his appetite at all. He is sharp-tongued and only teases and satirizes him. Definitely not going to end well.

The other party just saved him, just searched for all the treasures and medicines in the world for him, just made him happy often, just... just the only person who cared about his happiness, anger, sorrow and joy all these years, that's all.

People who have been lonely and cold for too long will inevitably be greedy for the beauty of that moment.

He originally only wanted to ascend to the sky, so how could he act recklessly in this world of mortals and be greedy for the secular world...

Thinking of the person who carried him back to the Devil's Cult, the warm body of the other party, the companionship of the other party these days, the sympathy between the two of them, and the most moving Nan Ming is probably the other party's bright and easy smile... This is the first time that a person Being so close to him, one time someone wouldn't be scheming him...

Anyway, just do what you want.

……

Under the peach blossom tree, with the breeze blowing, there will be a shower of pink flowers. Under the tree, a man in white clothes is sitting. He is holding a book in his hand, but his eyes are not on the book, but he has been watching the peach blossoms dancing. A person who practices swords.

From time to time, Nan Ming would give the other party a point or two. He was looking at the other party leisurely, but his head suddenly felt a sharp pain. In a trance, flashed in his mind the cold arrogance of a man in plain clothes sweeping the demon with a sword grace.

Nan Ming blinked, and a trace of obscurity flashed in his eyes. He knew who this person was, and he had never seen such an elegant person in his life.

After practicing a set of swords, Master Meng turned his head to look at Nanming, with a bright smile and a bit of evil: "I said, Immortal, your body is better."

Nan Ming no longer thought about the flashing male lead in white in his mind, and replied: "It's good to have Master Meng take good care of him." He may have stayed with this person for a long time, and he spoke with his own ambiguity. Very funny.

Nanming's body is naturally much better than at that time, but how can his dilapidated body be cured by geniuses and earthly treasures in the mortal world? Medicines that have been used for thousands of years in the mortal world are already rare, but these things should be placed in the In the past, he would never see the eyes, but now he has to rely on these medicines that contain faint spiritual power to slowly recuperate.

Nan Ming knew that he should return to the cultivation world, and staying here any longer would not be beneficial to his healing.

But he was actually reluctant to part with the person practicing sword under the peach blossom tree.

Nan Ming was startled by the sudden approaching breath. Could it be that he is so weak that he can't even notice people approaching, but then the other party's movements made him have no time to think about those.

The other party actually approached and gently kissed his chin, even though the soft and warm feeling was fleeting, it made Nan Ming's eyes widen.But then a strange feeling rushed to his heart, and a vague name flashed across his mind, but it was like a floating cloud in the sky, which he couldn't grasp no matter what.

Nan Ming had a headache, who was that name that flashed through his mind, and who was that plain figure holding a sword?Could the two be the same person?

After succeeding, Master Meng stepped back quickly, licked the corners of his lips, his eyes were bright like stars in the sky, he said slowly:

"Immortal, you are in a trance."

"But this peach blossom has fascinated your eyes. After all, I can say for sure that there is no other place in the world where peach blossoms are more beautiful than this one."

Nan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly looking at the flying peach blossoms, indeed, they are very beautiful!

There are peach blossoms every year, and he has even seen a lot of peach blossoms, the most precious blood girl in the cultivation world, but it is the first time that peach blossoms can be so beautiful.

"Immortal, next year's peach blossoms will accompany me... Let's see together."

Unexpectedly, the other party would make a sudden request, Nan Ming hesitated for a moment, he knew that he had to return to the cultivation world, but he finally replied affirmatively: "Okay."

It's like a promise.

Meng Xi laughed: "Just say what the immortal has to say, it doesn't look like you at all to be so hesitant."

Nan Ming frowned, unexpectedly being discovered by the other party, he sighed quietly, and said truthfully: "This deity needs to return to the cultivation world to heal his wounds."

After finishing speaking, he added, "I will come back before the peach blossoms are in full bloom next year."

Meng Xi looked at Nan Ming for a long time, and finally laughed, bright as usual: "Okay, I'll wait for you." I will always wait for you.

...0.2.2.3.

Three years is just a fleeting time, the peach blossoms have been in bloom for three years, and they are getting more and more beautiful every year, but the person he wants to wait for never arrives, and promises can also become lies.

It turns out... Immortals are also untrustworthy.

The author has something to say: I have a sad thing that I don’t know whether to say or not. In the past few days, I found out that the boy I like is actually gay. punishment? QQ

My friend said that [-]% of handsome boys are gay, but I didn't believe it at first.

Now: believe it, cry to death