Chapter 256 Farewell to Mei Xiang

The place that Chu Hao and Kongtong agreed on was outside Yuntiandu City.

Since the two were in different places in the mainland, it would take time to get here, so Chu Hao made an appointment in two days.

At this moment, Chu Hao was in an extremely calm mood. There was no impatience or anxiety, only peace. When everything was almost ready, when occasionally and inevitably were controlled by one person, why should he be upset so many things?

In Chu Hao's mind, this would be the last chance he would have wished for. Of course, the premise is that if nothing happens again. After all, the plan is the plan, but human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Take the recent example as an example, the Spiritual Alliance is a bloody lesson, and it will be a loss of wife and army.

I contacted Wu Lang before and found out that the latter was in Taoranjuli, Shenglong City. In the past five years, Wu Lang has been busy with the refining of some magic weapons, but his cultivation is too low after all, and he does not have as much energy and spirit as young people. He consumes too quickly and ages naturally faster.

The news from these years was almost always brought to Chu Hao from outside, and the source of the news was naturally Tao Ranju, a friend of the so-called Bizhuang.

Chu Hao now knew very well that the second sect leader of Tao Ranju had met him, and also learned from Chen Honghong that the latter must have known his true cultivation. From here, it is not difficult to guess that the vain Bizhuang is just a cover.

However, even though the second sect leader knew the truth, he still did not take any action against Chu Hao.

This made Chu Hao very puzzled. Although this matter was a good thing for him, the second sect leader's approach was too unreasonable and too unpredictable.

Starting from this aspect, we should know that the magical tools, treasures and pills that were given to Tao Ranju were all made by himself. With so many treasures in his body, if Chu Hao had been exposed as the former Bizhuang Sword, it would not only cause death, but also cause the crime of possessing a treasure.

All of this has long been common in the cultivation world where people and treasures are snatching people. But the performance of the second sect leader is really strange. Not only did he not express any anger or covetousness towards Chu Hao, he even wanted to help him.

Could it be just because of the benefits given by Chu Hao, a treasure weapon, and those elixirs?

However, these may be very valuable to a major sect, but for a Jindan-stage cultivator who is about to ascend, they are not as important as imagined.

Chu Hao is not sure whether the old man Qingshan, who has always represented Tao Ranju and met him, knew that he was not a Jindan cultivator, but judging from the contact between Wu Lang and him over the past five years, it seems that it is difficult to see the truth, and there is no doubt.

But the time has come, and it is a good opportunity for God. Chu Hao is unwilling to wait until the Ziyun Sect recovers its vitality before taking revenge on it. There are too many such incidents, and he can't bear it anymore.

After all, if the pretext of Bizhuang is not delayed for one day, then the danger of being exposed for one day is not a long-term solution!

In less than half a day, Chu Hao arrived at the edge of Shenglong City. From a distance, Yuzhu Mountain was snow-white and auspicious snow covered the entire mountain, covering the tree branches and grasslands with unshaved white. Looking along the height, there was a Taoist temple there. Among the whites of the world, only the plum blossoms in the Taoist temple still sucked and sucked and bloomed proudly.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Hao looked around and then fell down.

Walking outside the Taoist temple, Chu Hao took a deep breath, used the invisibility technique, and walked in. He saw a woman standing in the yard with only her back, as if staring at the blooming wintersweet in the yard in a daze.

She is tall, with a straight back and a thin waist, and is wearing a pure white dress with a fine texture. The embroidered floor-standing silk skirt is matched with excellent quality. The woman has a green and unique hair. Although she can't see her appearance clearly, her figure and posture are all gorgeous and graceful.

However, her temperament is too sad and sad. In the courtyard, she is like these plum blossoms that no one comes to appreciate. Even if they bloom too beautifully in the cold winter and are charming, she will still feel sorry for herself and admire her youth.

Chu Hao stared at the woman's back without saying a word.

Time passed by minute by minute. The woman did not turn around, but Chu Hao's feet moved a few times, but in the end he still couldn't move. At this moment, his feet were as heavy as lead, and one step was like a mountain.

The back was broken by falling snow. Even he himself did not expect that these fragments would make his mood so heavy and so difficult to speak. Zhaohua, who is like a plum blossom, has only one season, can he bear to desecrate it except to appreciate it?

In half an hour, the woman's shoulders were covered with thin layer of snow frost, and her hair was covered with a few snow-white patches. The color was simple and beautiful, but it was also unique.

He sighed heavily, and time and space were frozen in place, all emotions were as delicate as breathing sounds, but they were clearly there.

In the world, there were only two people and the plum blossoms in the same yard.

Chu Hao knew in his heart that as long as he eliminated the invisibility technique at this moment, as long as he opened his mouth, the woman would turn around and pounce on his arms regardless of everything.

Or, as long as he takes a few steps forward and holds her sorrow and grievances in his arms, he can turn all his worries into vanish and make her and his regret melt with the snow.

But Chu Hao knew that he couldn't do it. His years of career as a prodigal son in the fifth heaven made him unable to understand what true love was and made him lose himself. But in the second heaven, he felt the real warmth.

He didn't want to endure the pain of losing again like he did when he lost Lin Yue'er. His shoulders could not bear such a heavy responsibility. The way of heaven can be done, but the way of heaven cannot be done!

At this moment, he knew that he had done something wrong. He decided on one direction and should not test other directions again! Nothing in life can be perfect! He should not even disturb her life when he left Liutian ruins.

Since ancient times, I have no regrets. I have a good dream. I am the most likely to wake up. Is it difficult to get rid of the flowers? Is it a pity that the flying catkins are too floating.

Since ancient times, there is no affection, but there is no hatred. It is hard to find the heaven of affection here. When the love is over, it turns ruthless, and ruthlessness is more tiring than passionateness.

I am never a person from this second level of heaven, and I am not the real prince.

The person you have to wait for will never be me.

It was cold, but Xiao Wang still remembered that poem. It was still very warm and warm. That feeling made me afraid that I would never forget the beauty that bloomed like plum blossoms in my life.

Sorry, just think of me as that ruthless person,

Just farewell to you and me.

It was quiet, and a cold wind suddenly blew through the yard, and there was no sound again.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman slowly turned her head, her beautiful and distinct face, and her sad eyes stared at the two deep and shallow footprints in the snow at the entrance of the yard.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth, but found something blocked in her throat, and the bitterness instantly spread from her mouth to her heart... Two lines of coldness completely melted the white snow sprinkled on her face...

Behind her was a wintersweet, and the flowers had withered in an instant. Before she could finish the winter, she slowly fell into the yard with the wind. The deep red color was like the bright red of memory, buried in the snow.

Not long after, a piano sound came from the yard, and then a faint accompaniment sounded:

Dreams linger in the quiet spring of the old capital, the mandarin ducks are in love, and the phoenix urges the overlord to overlord.

I was shocked by the magpie when I wanted to hear it, but it was the saddest thing to go to the evening. I longed for my soulmate, the beauty of the moon, the lotus color, and the dragonfly condensed.

Thousands of miles of words are just in harmony, tears are pouring down wet clouds

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The last string sounded too long, like Chu Hao's broken heartstring in the sky, echoing for a long time. Chen Honghong sighed in Chu Hao's mind, quiet and long, and for the first time he did not say anything mocking.

He reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes. Chu Hao gritted his teeth and flew away from Yuzhu Mountain, never taking a look again.
Chapter completed!