When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Si Nian looked at the man in white in front of her, and past memories came to her mind.

After a brief surprise, she inevitably felt embarrassed.

She didn't expect to meet Li Changxiao here.

Panlong Sect was also her former sect. When she passed by this place by chance, she found that it was already in ruins, and she felt mixed emotions.

In addition, she also noticed the movement just now, and she was very curious. In this era, there are still cultivators willing to use spiritual energy to fight?

So, driven by various factors, she came here and met Li Changxiao...

"..."

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

Li Changxiao thought, if there was still some wine left.

"Are you... okay?" Si Nian asked softly.

"Me." Li Changxiao smiled freely, "I'm okay, how about you?"

This pair of former lovers, now meet again, but they don't have many common topics.

Li Changxiao looked at the other's face, still so beautiful and moving, making the mountains and rivers pale in comparison.

There was a slight ripple in her heart, but that was all.

She had let herself down at the beginning.

No.

It could not be said to be a “failure”. For her, it was just a choice, a better choice.

Li Changxiao had practiced Taoism for twenty years and had barely reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. At this time, Panlong Sect accepted a talented girl, Si Nian.

The two met during a mission and kept in touch with each other.

Si Nian was attracted by the inexplicable temperament of Li Changxiao, and naturally, the two became Taoist partners in private.

It lasted for seven years.

Later...

Si Nian chose to give up Li Changxiao for the sake of the Dao in her heart.

Since then, they have never met again.

Until today.

Everything is self-evident. Si Nian suddenly disappeared from Li Changxiao's world. Li Changxiao did not ask, but he understood everything, but he felt a little bitter at the time.

Times have changed.

Now, Panlong Sect has been destroyed.

The two met in Qingshan, which can be said to be a trick of fate.

"I'm OK, too." Si Nian imitated Li Changxiao's tone.

Then, she thought of something, "Were you fighting just now?"

Li Changxiao nodded, "I killed that giant python."

"Giant python?" Si Nian thought for a long time before remembering that Li Changxiao seemed to have a grudge against a river python.

"I suggest you use less spiritual energy. Now that spiritual energy is exhausted, use less spiritual energy. Without spiritual energy nourishment, your life span will be sharply reduced."

Si Nian frowned and said, although it was out of kindness, but there was a hint of pride in her words.

"Thank you."

Li Changxiao waved his hand indifferently and prepared to leave.

The two passed by.

For some reason, Si Nian felt a strange emotion in her heart.

Almost subconsciously, she called Li Changxiao and couldn't help asking, "Are you leaving just like that? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Li Changxiao smiled back and waved his hand, "Yes, good luck, goodbye."

He left.

No trace of nostalgia.

On the contrary, Si Nian, who had abandoned Li Changxiao without a word in pursuit of the great way, felt mixed emotions.

For some reason, she no longer had the decisiveness she had at the beginning.

Finally, she shook her head and sighed, "Forget it, I'm afraid this is the last time we will see each other."

She was gifted and had already cultivated to the peak of the spirit transformation before her spiritual energy was exhausted.

She was also a bright star in the sky.

Now, although her spiritual energy was exhausted, her life span was still sufficient, while Li Changxiao's talent was mediocre and he had just consumed a lot of spiritual energy. I'm afraid...

...

Walking down the mountain road, Li Changxiao's consciousness sank into the dream space.

In that corner, there were several wine jars. He walked to a jar, filled the wine gourd, and left the dream space with his consciousness.

For so many years.

There are only two things on him that have never changed.

The first is the mellow wine called "Drunken Life and Dreaming Death".

The second is the long sword hanging on his waist.

The long sword is called "Qingping", which is his first sword and the only one.

The wine gourd is full again. Li Changxiao has no intention of saving. He drinks in big gulps and walks away.

His goal is Lingtian Dynasty.

There, he planted many dreams.

At present... the spiritual energy has just dried up, but he estimates that he should be able to recover one or two, right?

If not, it doesn't matter.

At worst, he can sleep a few more times and wait for hundreds or thousands of years.

There will always be.

Li Changxiao is not in a hurry. He walked and looked all the way, and fell asleep when he was drunk.

In a daze, several months passed.

Autumn has gone, and winter is coming.

This day.

A swordsman in white was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

"Stop! The centennial celebration of the dynasty is approaching, and every swordsman entering the city needs to register in detail!" The soldiers guarding the city shouted.

Li Changxiao was still in a trance.

He looked at the red city gate and calculated the time. It should have been more than 900 years since he came back.

When he was demoted, he was a prince who was guilty.

When he came back, he was a swordsman in white.

"Name?"

There was a scribe sitting at the gate of the city, who was responsible for registering the information of people in the martial arts world.

Li Changxiao yawned and replied: "Li Changxiao."

"Li Changxiao?" The scribe was stunned. He was familiar with ancient books and had a deep understanding of the affairs of the martial arts world.

He was more or less familiar with the martial arts people who had passed by, big or small, but this Li Changxiao...

Who was he?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to ask: "What's going on here?"

"Meet an old friend." Li Chang said with a smile.

The other party asked again, "What kind of martial arts are you good at? What kind of weapons?"

…

This cross-examination lasted for several minutes.

Finally, the scribe frowned slightly. Based on his many years of experience in looking at people, he felt that there might be something wrong with this person.

Normally, he might still let it go, but it's been a sensitive period recently.

He remained calm and glanced at the soldiers guarding the city next to him, intending to stop him first.

Just then.

He met Li Changxiao's eyes.

Just this moment.

He was dragged into a dream without even realizing it.

The clerk in charge of registration, half asleep and half awake, shouted to the soldiers guarding the city: "Let him go! There is nothing wrong with this person!"

"Yes!" The soldier moved out of the way to let Li Changxiao pass.

After Li Changxiao left, Shu Li took the initiative to break away from the dream and connect with reality.

With a calm expression, he went on to interrogate the next Jianghu guest, completely unaware that he had just had a dream in which he was manipulated.

Li Changxiao took a sip of turbid wine, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured, "I wish you a sweet dream tonight."