In the bamboo leaf attic, all the sounds rustled in the wind, and the green leaves in the sky were scattered. It drove the wind chimes to make a crisp musical sound, rolling up under the winding eaves, and a man was wearing white clothes and slowly walked into the forest.
The hairless hair brushed across her white cheeks, and her deep golden eyes imprinted into the blue sky. Her thoughts drifted with it, but the sword that came was clenched involuntarily.
Standing quietly with your eyes closed, listening quietly to everything around you. It seems to be integrated with it, and there is no longer any distinction between you and me.
Opening her golden eyes, the rippling sword body was gently stroked by her slender jade fingers, reflecting her cold gaze.
The toes were lit up, and the light body rotated, accompanied by the blue sky and green leaves. He turned over and pointed horizontally in front, and the hilt of the sword wrapped around her hand, retreated repeatedly, pointed towards the sky, and opened his legs and pointed forward.
The sword swept under his feet, waved the air and pointed the way. He was shocked to hear a familiar sound from behind, and the bell suddenly rose, and a sword was coming towards her.
Without time to dodge, she could only stop it with a sword. Then she looked at it, but she didn't expect that the person she saw was her most unexpected face.
The unexpected guest, the most familiar showdown reminded her of the past.
The same person, the same time, the same moves, but the unconcealable surprise was so tacit understanding with her. She combined with her in the reversal in the spot, but unexpectedly the man disappeared, leaving only the boundlessness of empty joy.
Loneliness.
The brightness lit in Xiaoyue's eyes immediately disappeared. She looked at the bell at her waist dullly, her thumb covered with increasingly obvious cracks, and her sad eyes filled with her eyebrows and eyes, sad and solemn.
"Xiaoyue..."
Mu Wangqing's green eyes were full of thick and blemishes, and her love and love for her could be vaguely seen.
"This set of swordsmanship once recorded the beautiful past between her and Lian Shang."
"oh?"
Mu Wangqing raised his eyebrows unexpectedly as he walked to his side.
Shangguan Wuwo never turned his eyes, but continued to say calmly.
"They studied together, practiced martial arts together, and grew up together. The bond between them cannot be finished in just one sentence or two."
"I know."
Mu Wangqing brushed his hands behind her back and subconsciously squinted her eyes.
"I remember that compared to Xiaoyue, who is excellent in Keke, Lian Shang is her best in martial arts. Therefore, only in martial arts can they truly have tacit understanding and intercourse."
“It’s true.”
Shangguan Wuwo also did not deny it, as if he missed the time that never returned, and laughed softly.
"At that time, we were probably the happiest day in our lives."
Mu Wangqing said nothing and never refuted it. He stood side by side with him, looked at the towering bamboo forest and sighed.
"No wonder... she was thinking of her when she did this."
After all, she will never be seen again.
After a word, I was speechless. The warmth just now remained with melancholy.
"Okay, Shangguan Wuwo, Mu Wangqing, it turns out that you are all here."
The call in his ear instantly pulled back their low thoughts. Looking at Zhuge Jinqing running over on the other side, Mu Wangqing asked out loud.
"What's wrong? Is something happening?"
Zhuge Jinqing waved his hand, took a breath, looked at Xiaoyue behind them, and withdrew his eyes.
"It's okay, I just want to see how you guys are."
"Don't worry, we're fine, so is Xiaoyue, she's very strong."
Shangguan Wuwo's tone paused slightly, and his eyelids slightly covered the light and dark currents in his eyes.
"I heard... you are looking for Musang, have you ever had any results?"