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    I broke away from the entanglement of Hai Ji and Jiu Danmei's arms and legs, quietly lay down, put on my coat, walked out of the cave in Baiyun Mountain, and looked down at the mountain in silence.

    The sky is still dark and the light is hazy. The ancient city of Luoyang is bathed in the cold and wet winter fog, and the faint sound of bangs can be heard in the distance.

    It knocked in my heart, and every time, I suddenly felt a little throbbing, and I couldn't help but walk down the mountain, as if I heard a call that was out of reach.

    The thick shadows of the trees covered my footsteps, the air was chilly and the dew wet my morning.

    It was quiet along the way, with only a few people around, and sparrows were chirping and flying over the top of Luoyang City.

    The city wall is high and thick, standing silently in front of you.  I stretched out my hand and ran my fingers lightly over the mottled gray bricks.  "Lin Fei is here for a visit." Those crooked words can no longer be touched.

    Sometimes, we are like a donkey carrying a bag of salt, flowing into the river of time.  When you get ashore, you find that the bag is empty. You can no longer see the white salt grains, only a faint salty taste remains.

    In the blink of an eye, it has been many years since I returned to Datang.

    I have experienced the prosperous Kaiyuan era when the rice was dripping with fat and the corn was white, and I also experienced the Anshi Rebellion when the bones were exposed thousands of miles away in the wilderness.  To me, peace and prosperity, or bloody killings, are just a form of life.

    A few years ago, evil spirits from outside the territory chased me to the Tang Dynasty and continued to fight with me.  They infected Anlu Mountain with their demonic thoughts and brazenly launched a war.  I recruited several disciples, including Hongxian, Kongkong'er, and Jingjing'er, and ordered them to assist General Guo Ziyi, and finally quelled the war.

    "Neither I nor the evil spirits from outside the territory can directly fight in the Tang Dynasty.  The laws of this world limit power, and fighting can only be fake.

    I often think that what the Tang Dynasty is willing to accept is always Lin Fei, not the god with boundless power.

    Passing through the old city gate, I strolled on the bluestone streets.  The familiar pavilions and pavilions on both sides, with their upturned eaves and corners, seemed to be rushing toward me, calling out like waves.  I always feel that they are no longer what they used to be.  But what does it look like?  Again I'm not so sure.

    Did I miss you, or did you miss me?  Maybe that Luoyang will only remain in my youth.

    At the corner of the street, I saw a tall old locust tree.  It is really old, very old, with frosty skin and dragon scales, and its texture is wrinkled and cracked.  If I hadn't brought the energy to it, it would have fallen long ago.

    Jumping up to the treetop, I picked a leaf and put it on my head. The laughter like silver bells seemed to fall from the top of my head.

    In the first year after returning to the Tang Dynasty, I saw Miss Wang.  She was married a long time ago, her face was smeared with pale powder, and her figure was as bloated as a bucket.  Every time a beggar came to her door, she would raise her eyebrows, pick up a feather duster, and drive the beggar away noisily.

    Now standing on the top of the tree, the swing is no longer visible.  That wall separates more than just a garden.

    But I still stubbornly kept bringing life to the old locust tree.  Because there, the young man saw the most beautiful scenery at that time.

    The scenery will change, the boy will change, but the moment when they intersect with each other will never change.

    I jumped off the locust tree and remembered the past.  Luoyang City, Miss Wang, Li Jiejie, Daxiong, Baima Temple, and Wuyan, Nangong Ping, and Master Aluo who are far away in another world?  ?  ?  ?  ?  ?  And Ning Zhen, we have each other for a moment.

    In recent years, my spiritual cultivation has become stronger and stronger, and I often wander around the world and think into the universe.  I have found Wu Yan, and the mark of King Asura between his eyebrows is no longer there.  I found Kong Kongxuan. Sesame gave him a lot of daughters, but he always complained that he had no sons to inherit his stealing skills.  I have found Dahu. He drives a steel monster with four wheels and runs very fast.  I also found Strangler. After she woke up, she left the Tang Dynasty and went to a farther and more mysterious universe.

    But I couldn¡¯t find Ning Zhen.

    I couldn¡¯t tell her the last story of Obi.

    Walking onto the head of the Lion Bridge, I held the railing against the waves, taking in my shadow. The past flew away gracefully, and Ning Zhen¡¯s melancholy face flew away gracefully.

    And I stayed here.

    I smiled, tears slowly flowing out.  There has never been anything in the world as contradictory as waiting, intertwined with pain and joy, hope and despair, the bravest and most vulnerable.

    The son's boating is also a time of passing.  Ningzhen, I failed to leave you the best time.

    Slowly walking off the bridge, I walked into the long river and approached the cold bridge pillars.  The river lapped at the shore, calling out loudly, and endless thoughts overwhelmed me.

    After standing quietly for a long time, my forehead suddenly felt cold. In the gray sky, the first snowflake of this winter fell.

    The snow kept falling, flooding the world and gradually turning me into a snowman.  The surrounding area was completely white, blurring the vision, and only the slight sound of falling snow could be heard.

    It seems like it has passedFor a long, long time, I saw a white figure in a trance, standing quietly opposite.

    I stood there blankly for a long, long time.

    "Is that you?" My lips trembled, and tears couldn't help but flow out of my eyes and flowed into the cold snow.

    Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the sound of the whole world stopped.

    My tears kept flowing down. I didn¡¯t know whether they were Ning Zhen or the hallucination of my missing.

    I dare not tell the difference.

    "Many years later, that woman came back. She was old, gray-haired, and hobbled. She still remembered that there was once a boy named Obi who met her under the bridge."

    "Many people told her that Wei Sheng was dead. But the woman didn't believe it. She stood alone by the bridge pillar, waiting day and night. She always told others that Wei Sheng would come, because they once had a  The promise of waiting. No matter how long it takes, no matter how big the flood is, whether you come or not."

    I will always wait, just like you wait for me.

    When you come back, I will tell you the last story of Wei Sheng.  Let me tell you, that's not the end of us.

    The sky and the earth are crystal white, and the snowflakes are rustling, giving off a gentle light.  I stood beside the bridge pillar covered with deep snow, staring at you dreamily.

    I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s you or a snowman slowly piling up.

    I just want to wait like this, spending all the time in this life.

    I missed you once, it¡¯s true.  I don¡¯t want to miss you, that¡¯s true too.

    The snow keeps falling.

    Under the vast white bridge, two bloated snowmen face each other quietly, never melting.

    The snow keeps falling, and keeps falling.

    (I would like to dedicate this article to Zhibeiyou readers¡¯ lost youth time.)

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    Today, the journey to Zhibei is over.  Most of what I want to say to you is said at the end.  I actually forgot about Ye Liubing in the last chapter, so I had to make up for it in the physical book.  Some readers said that the pace of the previous chapter was too fast, so I will revise it in the physical book.

    Regarding Gan Ningzhen, if you think she is back, she will be back.  Waiting is a kind of belief, at least I believe that Lin Fei waited until Ning Zhen.

    If writing is a long run, I have stopped halfway and felt confused and exhausted.  And you have been waiting. This kind of waiting makes me feel warm and allows me to find the strength to continue running.

    ??From Legend of the Galaxy, to White Fox World, and then to Zhibei Journey, the literary quality of each book is improved than the last one.  The same goes for Assassin Hunters, no doubt about it.  The new book will be released on November 30, please pay attention to the Tieba notice for details.

    I made a bet in the group that if I stop updating for more than a month, I will be responsible for the expenses of coming to Shanghai.  If the update is not discontinued, I will not go to your place for free. When each of you finishes Assassin Hunter, please leave a message in the comment area, I am Luoshui's little DD.

    Finally, I want to say, thank you for waiting and letting me keep running.

    No matter I leave here or you leave me, as I said, the moment when we intersect each other will remain there forever.

    That¡¯s the only thing that won¡¯t change.  RS
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