Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

The years are long, and the old man has passed away.

One person stays green forever, only with the sun and the moon, the green hills also have a time of decay.

Over the centuries, Qin Xuan sent too many people away.

He is already one hundred and seven years old, and the sixth-rank spirit veins of Longchi Mountain are also exhausted.

On this mountain top, the grass and trees are as usual, like the spring and autumn.

From the top of Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan overlooked Jinling. Over the centuries, everything is different.

How many people do he know well in this world?

He seemed to have returned to his previous life, returning to this star after a hundred years, but he was full of strangers.

Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly moved, and he saw a car slowly approaching through the cloud.

This exquisite luxury car travels slowly from the bottom of this mountain.

A white-haired woman with a face like a cardamom girl stepped down from it.

Under his usual skin, Qin Xuan seemed to see the almost decadent vitality.

From the bottom of this mountain, Xu Binger looked up at the top of the mountain without any support.

She comes every year, occasionally to come and see, or to the top of Longchi Mountain, or outside of Longchi Mountain.

For more than 80 years, there is no stop for a year.

Qin Xuan's eyes slightly waved, and Xu Bing'er had been here for eighty years, but this time, it was him Qin Changqing went down the mountain.

Because he knows that the old girl, Xu Bing'er, who is called the unold superstar by China today...

It's hard for her to climb the 3,000-meter peak.

Walking away from the sky, like that banished immortal, descending from the top of Longchi Mountain in Xu Binger's gaze.

"You don't need to come down!" Xu Bing'er's voice trembled slightly, it seems that the years have been so long, and her voice has never been corrupted.

Qin Xuan looked at Xu Bing'er, without a word, she took the xylophone from behind Xu Bing'er.

This xylophone was carved by him from the wood of Longchi Mountain in the past, which is regarded as a gift to the old girl.

Xu Bing'er shook her head and smiled, "Am I so unbearable? Only three kilometers..."

"Cough cough!" Xu Bing'er coughed slightly, like a frail body, "I'm afraid, it's really difficult to get on board!"

Qin Xuan looked at Xu Bing'er, "Let's go, I brought you up the mountain by myself!"

He gently wrapped Xu Bing'er's waist, stepped on his foot, and vacated three kilometers into the air.

The strength of evergreen covers the strong wind, and the two of them can't afford to make waves.

On the top of the mountain, Xu Bing'er stood quietly, "I knew I wouldn't be here!"

Her face was the same as before, but the bones, blood and internal organs in it were already like a dying old man.

As she said, she trembled and removed the xylophone from behind Qin Xuan. It was difficult. When the xylophone was on the top of the Longchi Mountain, Xu Bing'er's forehead had already secreted sweat beads, which forced her breath in her chest.

Qin Xuan watched quietly and sighed softly, "Why force yourself?"

"There are some things that I have to do in person to let you help, but I don't feel hard!" Xu Bing'er smiled lightly, she took a piece of stone with a slight difficulty, and sat on it, cross-legged again, with ten fingers and green onion, falling on the xylophone on.

"If you are tired, don't try to behave!"

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, Xu Bing'er has been playing the piano on the Longchi Mountain for so many years.

Regardless of whether he practices or is with him, Xu Bing'er just came here, played a piece, and then carried the heavy xylophone on his back to go to Longchi.

Occasionally, Qin Xuan would wake up during self-cultivation and chat with her, but often not many.

Xu Bing'er didn't seem to want to disturb him, she just took a look at Qin Xuan to relieve the longing in her heart.

"I can still move my ten fingers, how can I talk about it?" Xu Bing'er turned her head, and she looked at Qin Xuan, "Do you think I'm old? Ever since I entered Longchi, you asked me what I wanted, so I asked for it. A beauty-preserving technique."

"Maybe, I am not like Mu Xi after all. I don't want you to see my old appearance. Even if my white hair turns into snow, I don't want you to see me ugly."

Xu Bing'er smiled. She looked at the strings, her fingers lightly **, "But, I am also deceiving myself after all!"

"Who can escape the years? Who in the world can be like your Azure Emperor!"

"I'm old!"

With this sigh, Xu Binger's voice was a little bit angry, she seemed to be too unwilling to give up.

It seems that she still wants to come to Longchi to play the piano for Qin Xuan for a hundred years.

Qin Xuan was silent, he stood, and finally sat down slowly, sitting beside Xu Bing'er, looking at Qin cross-legged.

"Play another song for you!"

Xu Bing'er smiled, his fingers trembling lightly, and brushed the strings.

Qu Qi!

"Qin Xuan, in the past eighty years, I have been writing music and writing lyrics every year, but in the past 80 years, I have never made a piece of music that satisfies myself."

"Thinking about it now, it's the Qingdi song from the past that suits me best."

"I made up some, changed some, you can listen to me."

"Okay?"

From that song, Qin Xuan nodded gently.

Along with the twisting, Xu Binger frowned slightly, seemingly laborious.

She is one hundred and seven years old!

"When I first met the king, I was with you in the cold window;

When you meet the king again, you are unparalleled in the world.

The sword glow was like snow, and the demon blood was sprinkled on the green hills.

My heart is broken, and I don't realize that I have sent you a sharp edge.

In the red dust, I once Wang Jun's **** clothes killed the Quartet, and I Zeng Sijun held the sword to sweep away the wastes.

Suddenly, Jun has been incomparably invincible, and Jun has skyrocketed for nine days.

Jun is the Qing Emperor, I have a wish;

The peach blossoms spread ten miles.

You are the Qing Emperor, I have a thought;

Can't afford to be drunk with Jun Tongzun.

Awakening from the dream, sentient beings look forward to seeing a person in his green clothes like a rainbow, and a sword as sharp as a frost.

This figure shows how much madness in this world.

Between the mountains and the sea, sentient beings look forward to seeing who is stained with blood in Tsing Yi, who is shining in the moonlight.

This bright moon, Huashuang, shines on this red ghost.

Wushuangzi, on Mount Tai.

How can the heroes defy the monarch and be rampant, how can the immortals block the monarch's edge?

Look at the magical powers of the immortals, how can the sword be as impermanent as the enemy.

Talking and laughing, but it's ashes.

Lightly speaking, just wandering around with a killing song.

Calmly, there was no panic.

The sound is lagging, so it can be seen that there are sprites and arrogance in the world?

The group of enemies is in front, and the heroes look up, but there are a few sands and stones, for the monarch to cast unparalleled, the world is full of arrogance. "

From this song, Qin Xuan couldn't help but feel the vicissitudes of life.

He seemed to be back on Mount Tai. At that time, the deceased were all around, and the world called him crazy.

"Qin Xuan!" Xu Binger's voice trembled slightly.

"Have you ever liked me?"

She looked at Qin, as if she did not dare to look at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan's eyes trembled slightly, ripples in his heart, and his thin lips lightly opened.

But Xu Bing'er got a point faster than him.

Long love silk, like a heartfelt complaint.

"When we meet again, you will congratulate you in the bridegroom, and you can enter your heart without knowing it.

With the shadow of the candle, there is a beautiful woman by your side, my heart is twisted and there is nowhere to tell the sadness

Throughout the world, Luanfeng and Ming still heartbroken

Ten miles of red makeup, a thousand words are only sentimental

Or I'm drunk and pretending to be crazy, and Jijun is half frivolous.

But how can I bear these ten miles of red makeup, the day of Junxi is a mess for me.

With this figure alone, two lines of tears, three glasses of wine, think carefully.

Sijun is invisible in a hundred revolutions, but you can still go unparalleled in the world just by thinking about you.

Wang Jun is reluctant to think about it, but he still remembers how he was a young man.

When I first met you, I was in the cold window with you.

When you meet the king again, you are already unparalleled! "

The song, flowing from the top of the mountain, the sound is like the sadness of the Taoist lady.

Qin Xuan's palm trembled slightly, Xu Binger smiled, tears covering his face.

Qu, finally dispersed, the beautiful woman's eyes, with tears, have slowly closed.

The last song for the rest of my life, to send the emperor, Dao will not forget this life.

Qin Xuan looked at Xu Bing'er, palms slightly **.

He spoke softly, "Never!"

As answered the last question, "Xu Bing'er, in this world, I, Qin Xuan, will be a good person after all!"

"Some love, some people, after all, let it down!"

How could there be no grief in Qin Xuan's voice.

"If you have an afterlife, don't meet me... bad people!"

On this day, there is a song on the top of Longchi Mountain that tells the whole life.

On this day, someone from the Longchi Mountain, 3,000 meters high in the sky, held a piano and carried a girl into the sea.

On this day, there was a tomb next to the hidden mountain sect. A person held the soil with his own hands and buried the beautiful lady into the tomb.

On this day, it is known to the whole world that the superstar who is lonely but arrogant but has a beloved heart has entered the loess.

From the top of Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan overlooked all things in China.

All kinds of mortal dust, finally like that Xu Binger.

At the end of the song, people are scattered!