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Nomiyama glanced at the enormous portal of light that stretched straight to the sky in the distance, and then stepped forward.

A strong wind arose, and he saved some breath, choosing to run.

As he ran, he smashed through several boulders, knocked away a few demons, and then plunged into the canyon.

"I'll tell you with my silence that I won't look back..."

"Then you should stop."

Nomiyama said something and took a step toward her.

The distance didn't close because the other person also took a step forward.

He reached out, rubbed his face a couple of times, and then turned and walked toward the edge of the canyon: "I won't come near you, so don't go anywhere."

He found a rock, sat down, and began in a casual tone, "Why are you just like Yukinoshita? You get all agitated when you get close to her."

"Oh right, you also have the surname Yukinoshita. The one I'm talking about is a little different from your name. Her full name is Yukinoshita Yukino. Once, she was like you are now, with her back to me, and she wouldn't let me get close. Otherwise, she would be glowing like you are now."

"Hehe, in a way, you two are quite similar."

He looked at the person who was still radiating light and dust, who neither turned around nor spoke, and was not surprised. He just looked a little tired and leaned against the rock wall behind him.

"There's a fight going on up there. Huang Quan is bringing the water of the Sanzu River up my mountain. Some people from Heaven and Earth think this is their last chance, so they also attacked me. After that, I will imprison Huang Quan, and then Yuko will draw her sword and stab me as well."

"Logically, Yuko shouldn't have been able to stab me, but she used a trick and managed to stab me in the heart."

"Yeah, it actually hurts pretty much."

Nomiyama looked at her as she moved slightly and smiled: "I know you don't want to turn back now, after all, you're a stubborn person."

"You probably feel that you've said everything you need to say, and if you turn back now, you might be reluctant to let go, which could change the current situation and then the future; once you've come this far, you definitely don't want even the slightest accident to happen again."

"They acted unilaterally, were unreasonable, and completely disregarded my wishes."

"Snow falls late, you're such a scumbag."

Nomiyama bent down, picked up a stone at his feet, and held it in his hand: "You probably think you've done a good job of arranging things, scheming against my entire family to keep me from being bored for a thousand years."

"Year after year, one after another dies. Do you remember the snow-covered frosty noon?"

“You must remember her, after all, she’s your niece, and she’s living in the Yukinoshita family mansion right now.”

“In two days, she will go up the mountain, and then she will die thirty-three years later, at the age of forty-six. Before she dies, she goes into the mountain alone, sits by the lake and asks me how she is doing. I don’t answer her, so she apologizes to me and says that she doesn’t want to see me again in the next life, and then she dies.”

“I buried her on the mountain, in a place slightly lower than your grave, and then I prepared to arrange for her to be reborn in a place far away from me.”

"As a result, she didn't go to queue up for reincarnation. She didn't even see Yuko underground. Her soul fell directly to the plain outside this canyon."

Nomiyama looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Those with heavy resentment will lose their right to reincarnation and fall into the Sanzu River to become evil spirits. Your family members have always had extremely stubborn personalities. Over the past thousand years, more than two hundred Yukina have all become demon cultivators on the plains above. I don't know if this is your backup plan for my safety, but..."

He slumped down: "When I arrived, I took a quick look at them while I was still breathing, and they were all staring at me. It felt a little scary."

He gestured with his hand: "Can you understand? There are over two hundred female ghosts with long black hair and blue eyes, all watching you from the Sanzu River."

"Forget it, you can't understand. Anyway, you're not in pain, so just commit suicide."

"Actually, I'm pretty much the same as you. We're both stubborn bastards. I have a lot of people I like now, and they all support me coming to find you. But I know they don't like me coming here; they just support me. I've always been the one who's favored. Logically, I should restrain myself and stop being so willful. But I can't help but come. I can only suppress my chaotic thoughts, come here to gamble with my life, and then make them understand me once again."

Touching the pebble, Nomiyama tossed it at her still-glowing head: "It's snowing late in the snow, I came down the mountain because of you."

“I made a bet with you before that I would come down the mountain if I caught a fish with a straight hook. You probably didn’t take it seriously because you’d tampered with the fishing rod, so it was impossible to catch any fish, let alone with a straight hook. But I did catch one. I sat by the lake for a thousand years and ate countless roasted chickens. Then one day, I caught a fish.”

"After I caught a fish, I went down the mountain, and in the first year, I met the people I liked. One of them was your junior, Yukino Yukinoshita, and the other was Eriri Sawamura."

"They are lovely; they will go fishing with me and bring me food."

“I was an orphan at that time. Life wasn’t difficult, but it was inevitably quite empty, since there was hardly anyone at home. Back then, I hung you and my past self together on the wall as my parents.”

"At first I really thought they were my parents."

“One day, we got into some trouble with the two of them. Actually, it wasn’t really trouble. More like other people tried to bully us, and we beat them up. After we beat up the younger ones, the older ones came. We were surrounded and scolded. Yukinoshita wouldn’t let me do anything, probably because she was afraid I would punch someone to death. Then Eriri’s family came and slapped those people.”

"It's great, it's just a bit of a pity."

"Because I came here because I wanted you. I thought to myself that I had been bullied, and you should have been there. You should have been like that person and slapped them in the face. But you weren't there. That day, the two of them were taken back by their respective families. I stood at the school gate for a long time, waiting until the aroma of food wafted over, but you were still not there. No one came to pick me up."

“When I got home, I stared at your image on the wall for a long time.”

"You still haven't come out of the painting."

Nomiyama spread his palms and said softly, "Later, when I grew up, I realized that you weren't my parents. I didn't have any parents either. I was an orphan. You will never come out of that painting because you died a long time ago."

He stood up, swayed slightly, then stood still and looked at her.

"The snow falls late into the night, and you have ruined my carefree life."

"I like you."

"Don't die, look back at me, or let me look at you. I haven't seen you for a thousand years; it's really hard to bear, it's really painful."

The person who had his back to him finally moved, and the two finally faced each other.

"Why is your hair so short and white?"

Nomiyama looked at the person in front of him who had stopped glowing and whose eyes were now redder, and smiled: "Hmm, is it pretty?"

Snow fell, and it was evening. She didn't know what to do with her hands or what expression to make. The person in front of her was indeed him, but the change was so drastic that she didn't know how to face him.

Nomiyama reached out, took her hand, and placed it on his head: "Hair is a side effect of time. I was washed away for a thousand years when I crossed the river of time, and I am still being washed away by time now."

Snow fell in the evening as she touched those hairs, sensing them, then frowned.

"I originally thought you were invincible."

A female voice rang out, cold and proud, or perhaps, tinged with a hint of joy.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at the girl in the white dress standing in mid-air in the canyon.

With a calm expression, white hair, and red eyes, Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing stood in mid-air, looking at him, her voice calm: "Six thousand years ago, the previous generation of immortals was killed by you, and so Huang Quan and I were born into this world."

"I dare not do anything to you, because there is no hope at all."

Then she turned to the other person: "Thirty-five years ago, you started killing people. By the time I noticed something was wrong and looked over, you had already transcended. I dared not do anything to you anymore."

She looked at the two of them, her voice slightly tinged with emotion: "I was born to uphold rules and order, but you are completely detached from order and unrestrained in this world. I thought I would never have another chance to correct the world."

"But now, one of you is about to die from exhaustion, and the other has already lost most of his strength, yet you two actually..."

The sound was forced to stop because the person speaking had been choked.

Snowfall is late and snowy, so her hands are large; she's a natural knife-wielding expert.

Holding a knife is easy, and holding a girl's neck is also easy.

"Idiot, I've just gotten weaker, not dead." Yukinoshita Yukinoshima coldly looked at Shirai Yukyo, who was being lifted up by the neck with one hand.

"Your understanding of the intensity between him and me is too superficial."

Bai Yujing's composure vanished, replaced by panic. She was powerless to resist, as if her very being was being held in the other's grasp. She could even sense that the other could crush her with the slightest effort.

will die.

The thought popped into my head.

"Don't kill her." Nomiyama put his arm around her and shook his head. "We owe Yomi a huge favor. After all, she's her sister. Let her live."

Xuexia Xuewan thought of the air about him that belonged to her little follower, nodded, and then said: "Unspeakable, unseen, unheard, for a thousand years."

In the blink of an eye, shackles appeared on Bai Yujing's hands and feet, followed by chains emerging from the black mist in the sky, dragging her up into the air.

Nomiyama looked up at Shirai Yukyo, who had vanished in the blink of an eye, and asked curiously, "Where did you lock her up?"

"Moon Heart".

"Oh."

Nomiyama looked away, then at the person who kept poking their face with their finger: "Is there a problem?"

Xuexia pinched his cheek in surprise: "You really don't mind?"

"Of course you'll change if you live long enough." Nomiyama ignored the hand moving around on her face and simply reached out a finger to touch her brow.

"Hmm?" Yukinoshita Yukino received the information, then asked with slight surprise, "A spell that blocks your senses?"

"Hmm." Nomiyama turned his head and looked at himself on the mountain.

"There is only one way to keep you in existence without changing the future: block out my own senses, make me unable to see you, and make me think you are dead."

Xue Wan looked at him, who was still there, and calculated, then said with a strange expression: "In the end, you outsmarted yourself."

Nomiyama's expression was also somewhat strange. Indeed, he had outsmarted himself. During those years on the mountain, he would occasionally sense the world. The reason he hadn't discovered her at all was because he had deduced a shielding technique to block all his senses.

Xue Wan did not die, but he could not see her. No matter how many times he calculated and used techniques to enhance his perception, he could not see her.

"Alright, let's go while we still have some time."

Nomiyama took her hand, reached out, tore open a slit, and stepped inside.

Xue Shinohara watched him naturally take her hand, her eyes flickered slightly, but she said nothing.

Nomiyama arrived in the town, glanced around, and then turned to look at her: "You're more familiar with this place; I'm not."

As the snow fell, Xue Wan transferred some energy to him, making his soul a little more solid. She then pulled him toward a wine shop, saying, "Come on, let me take you for a drink."

Nomiyama followed along without objection.

They said they were going to drink, but they didn't actually go into the store to buy any wine. Xuexia Xuewan dragged him directly to the wine cellar.

She picked up two wine jars, tossed one to him under the snow, and then looked at him.

Nomiyama sat down against the wall, holding the sake jar, and looked at her as well: "What?"

As the snow fell and the evening fell, she thought of the man in the white yukata with long black hair on the mountain, and then looked at the man in front of her with strange clothes and short white hair. She reached out and rubbed her chin: "Are you really my man?"

Nomiyama unsealed the wine jar, tilted his head back and took a few sips for his soul, then casually wiped his mouth: "Otherwise, besides your man, who else can keep your man's senses blocked?"

Xue Xiaxia Xue Wan frowned; this way of speaking was quite strange.

Never mind, it doesn't matter, as long as he's my man.

She walked a few steps, sat down next to him, and touched him with her hand: "You've changed a lot."

Nomiyama, clutching a sake jar, said, "Because I am a human now."

"Do you really like me?"

"Of course, it's only because I don't have a heartbeat right now, otherwise I would definitely let you hear it."

"Heartbeats can be deceiving; I've met people who pretended to be dead by stopping their heartbeats."

"You're so annoying. You'll find out in a thousand years."

Snow fell late into the night as she pondered some matters, then asked him, "How should we pass this thousand years? Shall I take a stroll through the sea of ​​stars?"

"No." Nomiyama rejected her idea. He thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and finally...

He reached out and rested his head on the arm of the person next to him, leaning his head against it, laughing so hard he was shaking.

Xue Wan blinked; she had almost slapped her man to death just now.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I just thought of something very interesting."

Nomiyama looked up at her and said, "How about you go sleep in your own grave?"

As the snow fell and the evening fell, I began to ponder.

Nomiyama explained, “I live on the mountain, and no one can disturb you. For the past thousand years, I have wanted to dig you out and have a chat with you, but I have never done so.”

He grinned and said, "Just sleep and slowly recover your cultivation. No one can dig up your grave. You can sleep for a thousand years, and I won't even realize that you're still living in that body."

Xuexia Xuewan was more concerned about another statement he made: "Have you always wanted to dig me out and have a chat?"

Nomiyama turned around to continue drinking, but she grabbed him and suffocated him.

He pushed her with both hands, but found he couldn't move her: "Snow falls late, can't you wait until you're alive to do something? Right now, there are two souls, neither of them has a heartbeat or body temperature. What kind of illness is this?"

Snowfall and Snowfall felt his body was completely cold, and she let go of him with disgust: "You can't even have children, you're useless."

Nomiyama, still holding the wine jar, leaned against the wall again, pursing his lips: "When you come back to life, you can have as many children as you want, but you can't be called Shimogochi anymore."

Xuexia Xuewan gave another name she had prepared: "Gong Yu".

Nomiyama twitched his lips: "Someone's already taken that name."

He waved his hand: "Don't talk about such distant things. You haven't even lived a thousand years from now, why are you thinking so much?"