End Of Life, You Tell Me It's A Life Simulation?

Chapter 181 After A Hundred Years, The Simulation Is Over!

boom!

The deafening roar resounded!

The majestic eruption of the volcano in the distance brought Fang Han back to his senses, calmed down his thoughts, and took a last look at the Knight Island that was gradually moving away. Fang Han turned and returned to the boat.

I came here for the sake of the "Taixuan Sutra", although I didn't succeed in cultivation, but at least I was able to successfully obtain the illustrations, tadpole texts, and annotations on the stone wall, which can be regarded as a success.

In two or three months, Fang Han returned to the Vulture Palace from the Knights Island, completely ignoring the outside world, and began to study martial arts wholeheartedly.

At first, he was still concentrating on cultivating the core template, but as time went by, he gradually reached a point where he couldn't make progress.

At this point, Fang Han turned to other "087" studies of Shengongjue, no longer the previous minor and minor, or just a taste, but a major.

Once you focus on something, time will naturally pass quickly.

If you don't pay attention to the outside world, you won't experience the passage of time at all.

In the later stage, Fang Han himself can't tell how much martial arts he has practiced, but he just feels that what he has learned in his heart is all-encompassing and indescribable!

However, I don't know if it has reached the limit threshold, although the martial arts learned are increasing, the speed of improvement is much slower.

But Fang Han didn't care about it, he enjoyed it quite a bit, and began to separate his mind from the special study of martial arts to learn other miscellaneous studies, such as the Xiaoyao School's "medical divination, astrology, piano chess, calligraphy and painting, mechanical handyman, Trade and relocation planting, fighting wine and singing songs, and guessing riddles】!

He doesn't ask himself how to be proficient, he just learns and practices as a new and interesting thing. The only thing he cares about is medicine.

So, day after day, year after year.

Years passed until more than a hundred years later.

Dali Wuliang Mountain, beyond the blessed land of Langhuan.

Cheng Lingsu is wearing an indigo skirt, time and time have not shown the slightest on her face, she is still so elegant and refined, but she is more indifferent, gentle and mature, exuding amazing charm!

A frown and a smile are refreshing!

Nestled gently in Fang Han's arms, Cheng Lingsu smiled slightly, looked at the scenery of the waterfall flying down, filled with water vapor, and said softly: "Brother Fang, we haven't been here for a long time, we meet again after a long time, the changes here are not small, but Don't have a bad taste either."

Fang Han gently stroked Cheng Lingsu's hair: "As long as you like it, we can do it every day."

Cheng Lingsu smiled and said, "That's fine."

The two snuggled together and talked in a low voice. Miss Cheng was always quiet, but today she talked a lot. There were endless things to talk about. Sometimes they talked about their secluded life in Wuliang Mountain, and sometimes they talked about their travels. After a while, they talked about the days in the Vulture Palace. Miss Cheng was obviously very happy, but Fang Han was a little silent, and he was in a trance from time to time.

At night, the bright moon rises.

Under the swaying of the moonlight, the beautiful scenery in the valley of the Wuliang Mountain adds a bit of tranquility, which is very beautiful.

Miss Cheng huddled in Fang Han's arms with a tired expression, looked up at Fang Han, and reached out to touch his face.

In the eyes, there is warmth and tenderness, with a hint of comfort.

As if thinking of something, he suddenly giggled and said with bright eyes: "Brother Fang, do you still remember...the first time we met? In the medical hall...you said, 'This little girl, why was she born so poor and pitiful? ?'Giggle, do you remember?"

Fang Han said: "Of course I remember..."

Miss Cheng became more and more happy, her face flushed, and her eyes were blurred: "Actually... When I first received Uncle Zhen's letter, I hesitated whether I should go to Linshui County or not. Now that I think about it, it's really great. , Excellent... In this life, I am still happy to be able to marry Brother Fang..."

Fang Han leaned over Miss Cheng's face, feeling a little tenderness, and said in a low voice: "I am also very happy to be able to marry you..."

As the night wind blew, the breathing of the beautiful woman in her arms gradually weakened until it was unhearable.

Fang Han took a deep breath, as if he wanted to exhale the dullness in his chest, but after a long time, it was difficult to calm down. Frowning, he muttered to himself: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are always disgusting... ..."

The miraculous skills of the Xiaoyao School have excellent ability to maintain beauty and longevity, but they are not endless after all.

When a person has a life span!

As time goes by, the people around Fang Han are also passing away one by one. [Plum Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum] The four maidservants have passed away many years ago; Wu Xingyun feels that the time limit has come when he is doing his sixth practice. , so he faced life and death calmly without losing his skills; after that, Li Qingluo, Mu Wanqing...

And now Miss Cheng...

From then on, Fang Han knew everything.

Even if he knows that he is a simulated life, Fang Han will inevitably feel sad after experiencing all kinds of life and death.

This cannot be changed by human will.

Fang Han was silent for a long time, then sighed quietly, slowly picked up Cheng Lingsu's body and left step by step, gradually disappearing into the Night King.

Time flies, and after another few decades, the world has changed a lot.

In the martial arts world, some new sects were established, and some old sects declined or even disappeared. However, the Vulture Palace in the Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain still exists, and it is a famous and famous sect in the martial arts world, but it has no direct relationship with Fang Han. Already, things have changed inside.

The people who knew him were gone.

He didn't want to go back there either.

Fang Han has traveled around and seen the changes in the world. At this time, although he still specializes in martial arts from time to time and has seen many emerging martial arts, he is no longer obsessed with them, because there is no way to improve his martial arts. The world can imagine!

He stopped and walked, and finally returned to an ice cave made of thousands of years of black ice, where Fang Han leaned gently.

At this time, Fang Han's face is still 4.8 in his twenties and thirties, and his hair is still black. It seems that time has not left any traces on this body that is nearly two hundred years old, but Fang Han clearly feels that a kind of The subtlety he once felt is lingering in his mind.

He understands what it is:

His lifespan has also reached its limit.

!

Fang Han's expression was flat, and he didn't care about life and death.

I just closed my eyes silently and faced it calmly.

F...

two days..…………

Finally, on the third day, there was no life left on Fang Han's body.

So far, the second round of life simulation is over!

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