Chapter seven hundred and thirty-eight the clear smoke is gone from now on
At the foot of Nanqiao Mountain, the bank of Wangchuan Lake. There is a Wangchuan Tower here, facing the lake and surrounding the mountain. The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the slanting sun and smoke are scattered.
When the girl in a plain long dress came to Wangchuan Tower, the storm was coming and the strong wind filled the building.
Before the pedestrians at the foot of the mountain enjoyed the rain and entered the corridor, and arrived at the building inside the museum.
The girl in plain clothes looked at this scene and her expression on her face did not change much, but she also followed her upstairs.
Just as the voices were just beginning to make noise and the steps stopped lightly, the "sand" sounded outside the window and the heavy rain rolled down. For a moment, only the sound of wind rushing over the window and the sound of thunderstorm rolling violently.
The pedestrians may be frightened by the wind and rain, and none of them speaks. Even if they speak, they will shut up and turn sideways.
The girl in plain clothes looked out the window, and the green mountains and green lakes were swept by wind and rain, connecting them together, as if it were "the autumn water and the sky are the same color."
She thought that this kind of Jiangnan scenery could only be described by Du Mu's "480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers in the mist and rain."
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River have always been the object of praise for poets of ancient and modern times, especially when the mountains, rivers and towers blend into a scene, it is even more beautiful.
Some of the pedestrians are not afraid of wind and rain, and they lean on the railing to watch the rain. They only see the lake waves like tides and the vastness of the radiance. The wind sounds so loud that it is deafening; the raindrops are like pearls and the power of the arrows.
The girl sighed softly, the mist and rain in Jiangnan were beautiful, with the beauty in poetry.
But if you don’t think that someone is there, no matter how beautiful it is, it will only hurt you. People are full of affection and are revealed due to the scenery. Don’t blame the ancient poems about the mist and rain in Jiangnan, which is a bit sad.
She looked up at the distance, and a shadow of a person appeared in her heart. When she wanted to get closer to see, the shadow had disappeared.
It was dusk when the rain stopped, and it was even more spectacular and beautiful. The mountains showed clear scenery and the dusk became colder in the building.
Looking down from the upstairs, it is surprisingly amazing that it is unparalleled.
The sky is like a mountain, which is more beautiful than when it rains.
It’s really the wind and clouds that turn the rain and clear the first time, and the warmth and brightness of the lake are coming back."
The girl held a paper umbrella, came out of the building, and walked along the bank of Wangchuan Lake.
She walked quietly, like the sadness in the rain, wandering lilac flowers, cold, desolate, and melancholy.
The sunlight pours into the lake, and it is vast.
After the rain ends, the lake is rippling and the sky is like washing.
There are so many smoke and trees on the shore, and pearls fall on jade.
"I always hear people say that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only get old in Jiangnan. It turns out that the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan and mist and rain are what the poem says."
"Hey, look at that woman, she's so beautiful."
"She came from somewhere, but she didn't find it just now."
Pedestrians opened their mouths behind.
The girl ignored her steps and continued to walk along the lakeside. Her eyes were too restless, her sorrow like a lilac, and her dreamy figure were like a dream.
"I'm looking for a dream, which is both sad and happy. Maybe it will be uncomfortable, but it is always what I'm looking for."
She sighed softly and walked away gradually.
Finally, her figure disappeared into the misty rain on the lakeside.
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The above is Qingyan’s episode. When I wrote this article, I was very sad.
As for why Qingyan was not taken into the harem, she had no intention of letting her into the harem at the beginning.
Zishou’s story is over, and all the holes that should be filled in are filled. I feel a little sad and relieved. I have been writing it for more than a year, but I feel very reluctant to leave it at the end. Actually, the editor of this book told me to write it.
Two or three million words, I only earned a lot of money at that time. However, after all, the story has been written, and after another two or three million words, there is only water left.
Readers who have read my book know that Ye Tianchi is a conscientious author who doesn’t like the update of hydrological water plots, so I chose to finish it directly.
Of course, there are still extras - the editor asked me to write two or three million words, so don't finish the book now! However, I still finished the book directly, and I was afraid of being beaten, so I had to write extras Shuishui Drama (crossed out)
, write about the lives of other characters.
Maybe he can write about Concubine Su of Yin Jiao, maybe he can write about Fei Zhong, maybe he can write about the three corpses of Zishou, or maybe he can write about Zishou Nuwa's journey to be a modern modern person and being a chef,
Easy and funny...
As for Qingyan, it is likely that it will not appear.
Another thing, the new book has been released, almost 100,000 words, if you are interested, you can support it. "Zongwu: I created the destiny villain". It is a protagonist who is in the world of Zongwu (sucking) and good-natured (girl)
The story of accumulating (pretending) virtue (force). The following is another extra. If the author's words are placed at the end, they will be deleted by the system, so they will be shamelessly placed in the middle.
There are no other colors on the white snow-capped mountains, and even the sky is reflected pale. Occasionally, the howling wind passes by, and the snowflakes are wandering in the air. In addition, it is lonely.
Although there are tall trees in the snow-capped mountains, they are no longer visible at this time. They disappear in the wind and snow, and there is no sound at all.
There is a small hotel at the foot of the mountain, which is pressed down by the snow. If you don’t get close, you will not be able to find this hotel.
In addition to the old wine-selling man who was over 60 years old in the hotel, there was a man in white sitting in the middle.
The man was dressed in white and his face was pale, and his thin face was three-point loneliness. He picked up the wine glass and drank it by himself. Just like the snow outside, the man was covered in cold all over his body.
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The old man selling wine looked at him and was startled. He stepped back to the curtain and muttered, "Nothing is more lonely than him."
The man in white had already drunk the seventh bowl of wine, and the sound of the wind outside the window was the gurgling sound of his drinking. After he finished drinking the ninth bowl of wine, he suddenly heard someone outside the window say aloud: "The sword energy is scattered, the smoke is scattered, and the smoke is cold.
One night of wind and snow, wipe the blade of white clothes and get broken."
This poem describes a swordsman who killed someone to wipe his sword on a snowy night. He was read out at this time, which contrasted with the surrounding environment and seemed very consistent.
The man in white poured another bowl of wine, but did not drink it. A voice said, "Why don't you drink it anymore? Are you scared?" The man in white said silently.
The voice said again: "Although the wine here is not as mellow as the famous wine in Chang'an, it is also very mellow. If you want to drink it, drink it quickly, otherwise you will be afraid that you will not be able to drink it in the future."
The man in white said, "Don't you still want to stop?"
His voice was low and his expression was bleak, as if he had infinite sadness.
The voice sighed and said, "Do you ask me if I don't want to stop? Hand over the sword score and we will no longer cause trouble for you!"
The man in white seemed extremely lonely for a moment, unwilling to talk to him or not, and leaning on the chair to continue drinking.
Suddenly, another voice shouted: "Chu Jiangyue, do you recognize me?" A shadow broke into the window.
The man in white moved his right hand and the sword leaning on the table was pulled out. The shadow flashed quickly and retreated again. The man in white put his sword into the sheath again.
No one could see the battle because it was too fast, and even the sound of the battle was hidden by the wind. Even the black shadow was not seen!
Another voice heard: "What did you see?" One person said: "White clothes." It was the voice of the black shadow.
The man in white sighed and said, "Who else except you three of you who are robbing the Zhuxian Sword Formation?"
"Aren't the three of us enough?" I don't know which of the three of us voices was.
The man in white said, "What do you think?"
As soon as he finished speaking, three black shadows had broken into the house. A Taoist in black rushed in from the main entrance, and a thunderclap in his hand swept towards the man in white.
A long-body Taoist fell from the eaves, and thousands of whisks turned into silver needles to sweep the forehead of the man in white.
A black-bearded Taoist still broke into the window, and his pair of poisonous palms slapped the man in white on the chest.
The sword light moved, the figure moved, and the blood splattered.
The man in white broke out and the wine shed collapsed with a "boom".
Smoke and snow fell, and the remaining jars of wine in the wine shed were smashed, forming ice in an instant.
The old man in the hotel was lifted out by a man in white and stood there trembling. The sword in the man in white was still dripping blood, and a pool of blood was exposed on his chest.
The man in white took off his jade pendant from his waist and threw it to the old man in the hotel. He gently shook the sword and bleeded, and walked forward.
Two or three miles after he left the hotel, the wind and snow became even more urgent. The snow was falling tightly, and the sun in the sky was invisible, so it was hard to tell when it was.
The man in white coughed violently and spitted out a few drops of blood, but his pace did not slow down.
"Is this the world of mountains and seas that I mentioned? It is indeed much larger than the prehistoric realm, and there are also a lot more Hunyuan level..."
He is the good corpse Chu Jiangyue that Zishou.
After Zi was sealed by the Taoist Lord, Xuedong Huang Taiyi cut off the three flowers and dispersed them into the three thousand worlds, allowing them to take root.
And the good corpse Chu Jiangyue came to the world of mountains and seas.
Because of his own Zhuxian Sword Formation, he created Zhuxian Sword Technique, and I don’t know how many powerful people from the mountains and seas came to fight for it.
Because it was the son who received a good corpse, Lei Ze deduced that Tianji learned about it and ordered the gods to chase and kill them.
The pursuers include evil demons and heretics for the Zhuxian Formation, and the gods under the jurisdiction of Lei Ze, whose average cultivation is above Hunyuan.
Chu Jiangyue had many Japanese battles, and he was also injured.
The sound of wind in front of me was heard, and an arrow piercing through the clouds came in with a "swoosh".
The sword light flashed and the arrow was broken to the ground.
Chu Jiangyue stood up with her long sword and looked up, her face still showed melancholy and bleakness.
"Di Xin, where are you going? Lord Lei Ze has ordered that you will never let you leave the world of mountains and seas alive!" someone shouted in front of him.
Chu Jiangyue's pale face showed a sad look and sighed: "Leize? Is he not dead yet? Yes! He is indeed not dead yet, and in fact, living may not be better than death!"
The man didn't know that he was a good corpse, so he was sad and worried. He only said that he was ridiculing Lei Ze and said sternly: "All the powerful people in the Ghost Country come out, and you will definitely die today!"
"People always die, even Hunyuan is the same." Chu Jiangyue said.
As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure had flew over, a cold light flashed, and a long sword pierced out like a flowing light.
Chu Jiangyue immediately waved her sword to block it.
After the numbers were combined, the man became more and more shocked and found that Chu Jiangyue was not inferior to him regardless of his cultivation.
This person was chased for many days, and even heard that he had hit Lord Lei Ze's palm and was seriously injured. He was so powerful! How strong would he be if it was in his heyday?
The man bit off the root of his tongue and spitted out a mouthful of blood. It was sprinkling the sword in his hand. After the sword sacrificed blood, the blue light suddenly appeared, which was very strange.
"Jinghong's sword!"
The man shouted sternly, "The sword strikes, and the sword light breaks the sky!"
When the sword was stabbed out, it suddenly stopped like snowflakes, and only that sword was moving.
Seeing that the sword was about to pierce Chu Jiangyue's chest, the green lotus sword in Chu Jiangyue's hand suddenly moved, and the long sword turned into a sword circle and spread around her body.
With a flash of sword light, there was only a "bang" sound, the man's long sword in his hand was broken into pieces, and with a wow, he retreated backwards, shouting: "Zhuxian Sword Formation!Zhuxian Sword Formation!"