Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

In the ancestral hall of the Qin family, for three years, only one person could not kneel down.

Never sleep, drink or eat.

Until these three years later, the long kneeling figure finally got up slowly.

Those eyes were like dead gray, without any vitality.

Qin Xuan walked out of the Qin family's ancestral hall, silently, no one knew when he left.

It's been a long time, Long Chi Mountain, a figure reappears.

Go straight overseas and enter Xinlun.

The royal family of Xinlun, on the brilliant and elegant bed.

This is an old woman, and years have left too many marks on her body.

Xinlun is well-known, this person has been in charge of the Queen of Xinlun for decades, and is known as the queen of Xinlun who has been in power for the longest time.

And this queen was unmarried all her life.

But now, after all, the queen is hard to beat the ages and stays on the bed for a long time.

A doctor once said that Queen Nora should have left a long time ago, but for some reason, she kept that trace of life, which was hard to swallow for a long time.

There are rumors that the queen is waiting for someone.

But no one knows who this person is.

Over the royal family, a figure appeared quietly.

Qin Xuan entered the queen's dormitory as if in and out of no one.

The moment he stepped into this room, the old woman on the bed trembled slightly.

She got up with difficulty and looked at the figure in the room like a dream.

"Qin Xuan!"

Her voice was faint and hoarse, looking at the young man who had never left a trace even though the years passed.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, and finally, he sighed.

"Why hold on?"

He stepped forward, looking at the wrinkled woman.

Mu Xi!

The former foreign princess in the past is now gray-haired, and the face that once astounded a country is now embarrassing.

But always, Qin Xuan never had the slightest disgust.

Even though the beauty of the woman in front of him shocked the world, or the appearance of being half-stepped into loess, in his eyes, there was no difference.

Mu Xi's body was faint, but her toothless lips showed a smile.

"I want to... see you!"

Since Qin Xuan's wedding, Mu Xi has never entered China again.

But now that it is late and is about to enter the loess, she insists on the suffering of the day and night, leaving this breath.

Just to see someone!

Qin Xuan's palm lightly landed on Mu Xi's palm. The youth of the past is gone, and there will be no one left for a hundred years.

"I should have come earlier!" Qin Xuan said softly.

He needs years after all to heal the pain of his parents' parting.

In the past, when he was kneeling in the ancestral hall for a long time, someone told the Qin family that the Queen of Xinlun had already abdicated and it was difficult to survive the years.

Mu Xi smiled, "Don't be sad about the uncle and auntie, someone in the world will leave first."

Her voice was weak, speaking to Qin Xuan, more like speaking to herself.

"Qin Xuan, help me out for a walk!" Mu Xi's voice was weak, and she was already unable to support her body to walk.

Qin Xuan nodded slightly and helped Mu Xi walk.

Outside the window, the bright moon is still there.

Mu Xi looked up, as if there was only a bright moon that day, and Qin Xuan next to him, fearless years without leaving anyone.

This night, Qin Xuan accompanied Mu Xi for a long time.

This night, Mu Xi never said half of the love that had been hidden for almost a lifetime.

This night, in the Xinlun imperial room, one old and one young, but walking with them, as if they were left in their hearts.

Until the first ray of sunshine in the new morning, on the swing that Mu Xi had loved the most when he was young, in the Xinlun royal family.

One old and one young, the old man leaned on his shoulders, but there was no more sound.

It's as if one thought for the rest of his life will finally get everything.

"Queen Nora!" Suddenly, a servant found out, panicked, and finally saw Qin Xuan and Mu Xi on the swing.

Qin Xuan stood up slightly, he looked at the maid.

With a light sigh, if people pass the wind, they will disappear quietly.

On that day, a piece of news spread all over the world that Xin Lun’s appointment as Queen Nora died and the whole country mourned.

...

On Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan still swallowed spiritual energy while practicing.

This sixth-grade spiritual vein seems to be exhausted too. In Qin Xuan's decades of cultivation, the spiritual waterfall has become smaller and harder to touch the human body.

From this Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan's mobile phone shook slightly.

He opened his eyes lightly and looked at the message on the phone.

"Even you, are you leaving now?"

Qin Xuan sighed lightly. He traveled from the 3,000-meter peak to the sky, like the north.

He looked at Liu Jinyu and Ren Meng who were already gray-haired and white-headed with their beautiful women.

When Liu Jinyu saw Qin Xuan, he smiled and nodded.

"Grandpa Grandpa!"

There was a childish voice, Liu Jinyu turned around, "What's the matter?"

When he looked back, he was no longer the peerless person in the past.

...

Jinling, a private jet started from the north and entered Jinling Airport.

From this airport, two figures came out.

One person is gray-haired, and one person is like that of cardamom.

"Qin Xuan, since my uncle and aunt left, I haven't seen you for several years!" Yang Wei was full of gully, leaning on a cane, but with a slight smile.

"Every time I see you, I feel that those years are really the most terrifying in the world." Yang Wei smiled, and even so, he still smiled.

All three of the college boys in the past have white heads, and only one is still green, tolerant and not old.

"Long-winded!"

Qin Xuan glanced at him, "If it weren't for your bones, I would definitely kick it!"

Yang Wei suddenly laughed, "Don't don't don't, you Qingdi kicked, don't talk about my old body and bones, even when I was young, I couldn't hold it!"

Into the luxury car, go to Jinling.

Since a school, the luxury car finally stopped.

Qin Xuan got off the car proudly, he looked at the words Nalingda.

"Old fellow Yang Wei!"

"You fat man!"

When I got out of the car, an old man with a thin, numb stick yelled.

Yang Wei stared even more, showing no weakness.

But the two are old after all. Even though they laughed and scolded, they could only stare, and they didn't even have the strength to play around.

"As soon as we meet, we are noisy. They are almost a hundred years old, and they are still the same!"

From the gate of the mausoleum, an old man in Tang clothes holding a cane, shook his head.

"The third child!" He saw Qin Xuan and said softly.

Qin Xuan smiled and didn't say anything.

A group of four people, like that who was young in the past, but who is now the hero of China.

Mr. Yang from the north, Mr. Yang from Jinling, Mr. Huang from Hong Kong.

When the three appeared, the highest level of today's Mausoleum was alarmed, and there were not many people guarding it in secret.

"These guys are really idle!" Yang Wei shook his head, "There is the third child, if anyone can hurt us, the sun will rise from the west!"

"Oh!" Yang Ming squinted his eyes, "You still know that it is the third child, I see your tone, I think you are talking about yourself."

"roll!"

While laughing, a group of four people strode in this mausoleum.

In the vicissitudes of life, the mausoleum has changed its appearance early, and the classroom, leadership, and environment are all different.

The more they walked away, they became more silent.

"Youngest!"

Suddenly, Huang Wendi paused slightly, causing everyone to stop.

Qin Xuan turned his head and looked at Emperor Huang Wen.

"Being friends with you in this life is my blessing for Emperor Huang Wen, but unfortunately, the three of us are no match for those years!"

"Uncle and aunt are gone, Jun Wushuang and Hao'er are also gone. Now, our three old guys are also going!"

Emperor Huang Wen smiled, leaning on crutches in both hands, looking at Qin Xuan.

"On the way forward, no brother will be with you, you have to take care!"

"Take care!" Yang Wei and Yang Ming were surprisingly never quarrelsome. In this mausoleum, they looked at Qin Xuan as they were when they were young.

Qin Xuan looked at the three of them quietly, and nodded lightly for several minutes.

"it is good!"

A few years later, the three of them finally struggled to survive, and each rested in peace.

There was only one person, and he carried the coffin for the three.

As far as Qin Xuan can carry the power of mountains now, this coffin is not heavy.

But for some reason, Qin Xuan was in front of the tombs of these three people, every step is like a thousand feet.

"farewell!"