Chapter 1256： Won't let you die

In the setting sun, a pale red glow shed, shining under the peach tree.

The evening breeze was blowing, the petals were falling, and the sky was flying.

Ling Xian's face was pale and her eyes were awful, as if she had lost her heart and lost her soul.

He has always played the violin, complaining of sorrow and sighing.

Qinyin is long and sad, hidden in sadness, such as the cold winter moon, if you kill late autumn, people will mourn.

This is the first time that he has been beaten into this appearance. It can be said that he completely lost his fighting spirit and lost his confidence.

Since his debut, he has encountered countless powerful enemies, and even a lot of times, he hit the stone with eggs, but never made him so desperate.

On the one hand, he has a firm conviction, on the other hand, he has a tough heart.

Especially after experiencing a hundred years of hurried imagination, his mind became more tenacious, and even the ups and downs could not shake his faith.

But this time, he shook.

Or from the beginning, he doubted whether he was right. As time and again failed, he became increasingly skeptical. In the end, the whole person's faith was shaken.

Not only was he doubting the accuracy of the idea, he even wondered if he could reach the top.

So far, Lingxian has been practising hard, what is he who refuses to be slack?

Not the immortals in the Nine Immortals picture, nor the sense of security that holds power, but faith!

Ask the pinnacle of faith!

Without this, he would be free to enjoy the world. Anyway, he is now the pinnacle of Xiuxian Realm. Where can't Kyushu go?

What is not available?

As long as he orders, everything like beauty, treasure, power, etc. can be satisfied!

However, what he wants is not these, but the real control of his destiny.

Only in this way can he be truly free and happy!

Therefore, Lingxian has been penetrating hard to this day and refuses to be slack. But at the moment, his faith has shaken, and it can even be said that it is almost collapsed.

This blow is not painful, but it is almost devastating, and he is directly defeated from the spiritual level!

Ling Xian is now at a time when her faith is shaking and she is on the verge of collapse.

This is him. If he changed someone else, he would have been crazy at this moment. It would be difficult for him to keep his mind.

Even so, he was still trapped and difficult to extricate himself.

It can be said that this is the biggest setback and the most difficult challenge Ling Ling has encountered since his debut.

No one can help him. Even the immortals in the Nine Immortals can't help him. They can only rely on themselves. If you can reshape your beliefs, you will be able to make a comeback.

If his beliefs were allowed to collapse, he would be dead.

But faith has been shaken, and it is difficult to extricate yourself in the middle of it. How can you reshape it?

"The road ahead is vast and death is heading. Where is my road ...?"

"Where exactly ?!"

With a low groan and a loud drink, Lingxian's black hair was angry, her fingers were scraggling, and the tune became instantly disorganized.

"Oh!"

The piano is so loud and cluttered, such as tumbling over the sea, and raging for nine days and ten places.

Especially with the passage of time, the piano sound became more and more urgent and fierce, and in the end, it was a sonic boom that broke up the space.

At the same time, the strings broke and Lingxian's white clothes were red.

Those dark eyes were dimmed.

This made Su Zi next door look pretty.

She was meditating and practicing, and suddenly heard the sound of the piano, could not help listening. Afterwards, he was infected by the sadness in it and could not bear to leave.

And when the piano became cluttered, she realized that it was not good, and now the piano sound disappeared, and she even felt the weakness of those who played the piano.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is on the verge of death now. If no one rescues, he will die!

"Fortunately, you met me, the only heir to the dead."

Su Zi sighed softly, and then without hesitation, took out a green jade flute from his sleeve.

At night, the night sky was green and the courtyard was alive.

Su Ziyu hands his flute, exhaling like a blue orchid, playing a peerless fairy sound.

The flute sound is long, gentle and slow. As the spring breeze passes, everything manifests itself.

Ling Xian is no exception.

He was irritated by the idea that life is heaven and earth, and because of the irritability he aggravated his injuries and fell into a coma.

At the moment under the nourishment of the flute sound, he slowly opened his eyes, but it was silent and lacking luster. One is that the injury is too severe, and the other is that the heart is dead.

"Oh, why hopeless people?"

With a sneer, Ling Xian was sad and bitter.

This caused Su Zi next door to raise his eyebrows, and his pretty face implied anger.

Can you save someone with good intentions, and save it wrong?

"It's dead. It's dead."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and arched her hands toward the next door, thankfully. After that, he pushed his chair into the room and said no more.

In his character, Da-En is sure to thank him in person, but at this moment his faith is on the verge of collapse.

He even had some blame.

Blame Su Zi for his many incidents and save his life. Anyway, there is no hope anymore. What does it mean to live?

...

"It's a weirdo. It seems that he did not succeed, but chose to give up."

Su Zi shook his head lightly and retracted the jade flute into his sleeve. There was some resentment on Qiao's face, and some worries.

She did not hear Ling Xian's voice. After all, Ling Xian was only fifteen or sixteen when she met, and her voice was still immature. In addition, after so many years, it is normal to never hear it.

However, Su Zi heard a bit of despair from his words.

What is it that can make a person desperate or even die-hard?

Su Zi didn't know, but she knew that if Ling Xian continued to maintain this state, even if Da Luo Jinxian descended from the world, he would not save his life.

And she didn't want him to die.

This is because of her kind nature and because of her neighbors for three years. Although she had never met or even had a conversation, she always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"How do I say that I am also the only descendant of the Dead Sect. When you meet me, you are afraid that you will never die."

Su Zi's mouth was raised, and Qiao's face showed a little pride, but it was a bit of a shadow of that year.

"You want to die. I don't want you to die."

Under the moonlight, in the evening breeze, the naughty words reverberated gently, setting the life and death of Lingxian.

...

In the early morning of the next day, the medical museum opened as usual, and Su Zi treated the sick as usual to save people, as if nothing had happened last night.

Asked that the store opened on time, and the flow of people was still hot, but there were no gainers.

Ling Xian is still so cold and cold, sad and melancholy, looking up at the peach blossoms falling, there is no trace of black Shen Xingmu.

This made Xiaoye look worried for a while, can't wait to hold Ling Xian in her arms and take pity, but unfortunately, she just dared to imagine it in her head.

If she did, she would have no doubt that Lingxian would split herself with a single palm.

"Sure enough, I have no resistance to Gao Lengmen."

Xiaoye groaned and turned her attention back to the shop, and then her heart became even stronger.

If you do n’t make a profit, let ’s make some answers to get treasure, this wicked prodigal son!