The vast sea of clouds and waves, the brilliance that has not been recorded in many history books, is fleeting, or it is sunk under the turbulent waves, or buried under the yellow sand in the sky, and no one talks about it for thousands of years.
The ancient country of Jingjue is such an existence. Later generations can only piece together the glorious mystery of its past from the remaining legends, but in reality, it has long been forgotten.
Thousands of years have passed, and now someone stood in front of her and told her seriously and plainly that she was a descendant of the Jingjue people. Such a change was unexpected and difficult for others to accept. But for some reason, Xia Qingluan believed it completely, feeling deep down in her heart.
I have an inexplicable feeling that I want to believe the man who has countless puzzles hidden in front of me.
"This is a long story, and others may regard it as a ridiculous joke, but you should believe it. Itu's predictions have never been wrong, and the star trails I saw did bring you here."
The first time he met Mi Ye, there was no sense of alienation at all. If it had been anyone else at such a close distance, Xia Qingluan would have already swung his string and killed him.
Perhaps it was because of the feeling of resemblance to her master. After all, it was her master who accompanied her through the years from childhood to maturity.
Just as Xia Qingluan was listening and waiting for a more detailed answer, Mi Ye stopped talking and stood in front of the stone wall. Pressing on a place that seemed to have no sign, the long and narrow boulder was lifted up to the height of two people, revealing a long corridor.
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"You should be hungry after sleeping for a whole day. Go get some water first. It's not good for your health to eat and sleep in the open all the time."
That tone was irrefutable. Although it was not a condescending attitude, it always looked like she was being treated as an ignorant child. It seemed that Mi Ye was not an impatient person, and the only way to get the answer from him was to follow his wishes.
, since he is a descendant of Jingjue, he will definitely know where the Dream Stone is.
I followed behind me silently and turned around several sections of the maze-like corridor. When the stone door opened again, my eyes suddenly opened up. It turned out to be a larger stone room than before.
"I'm going to get some food. If you're thirsty, there's water over there. If you're tired, take a rest at the table." After a brief instruction, Mi Ye disappeared out the door.
She searched carefully with doubts, but based on her experience, she still couldn't find any sign similar to the agency's instructions. It seems that Mi Ye has lived here for many years and knows everything in her heart, so there is no need for signs. Master, are you going?
Did she also live here before going to Zhongzhou? Why does Mi Ye know what her master has been through even though she appears to be about the same age?
There were too many puzzles that needed to be answered one by one. Before that, she could only wait quietly.
Hopefully, there is still enough time.
Perhaps it was because of the tight relationship in the stone room that Xia Qingluan felt a little depressed, and her mind was too groggy to lift her spirits. She patted her forehead with water but still saw no improvement, so she simply sat down on the stone table and closed her eyes to rest.
She didn't know that this place was several feet away from the hot ground, and the air circulation was extremely poor. The feeling of exhaustion and sleepiness came from the sharp contrast between the two environments, but it was just a temporary acclimatization.
Who knew that as soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep again.
When Mi Ye came in with a food tray, she subconsciously stepped lightly for fear of waking up the woman who was sleeping peacefully on the stone table.
People in the world can't even sleep peacefully. How many people hide knives under their pillows and hold swords in their arms. At the slightest sound, they wake up in fear like a frightened bird. They have been immersed in boundless vigilance all their lives without a single night's sleep. She is considered good.
Well, at least when Itu was around, she could sleep without any worries, occasionally uttering a half-whisper, and her tender cheeks were very cute.
Did she accidentally mistake him for Itu? She approached him, but she wasn't alert at all.
A faint smile appeared, she put down her food plate and sat next to Xia Qingluan. She never worked hard, so her beautiful and slender fingers gently rolled up a strand of hair hanging by her ear. I don't know how many dreams this scene has been like a dream.
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When we first met, there were countless curtains on the boat, and the misty shadows were projected, and a Jiangnan tune caused the lake to become silent, and people from far away were infatuated. It was at that moment that Yitu fell into mist, and fell in love with the stunning beauty.
He sacrificed his fate for it.
I still remember that she was timid when she was a child. She always recalled how she was wailing and the fire was rising into the sky. When she saw people, she was treated as a pig officer and soldier who bullied her. Her bright eyes were full of fear and fear. She was often woken up by screaming at night. Her childish but beautiful little face
My son was pale and cold, but he persisted in his promise to someone and refused to shed tears. He was so stubborn that it made people feel heartbroken.
Such two similar but different women, Ruan Qingyan and Xiao Qingluan, have nothing to do with Jingjue or the ancient and mysterious country, but are related to Itu and his life. They have glimpsed the secret of heaven and are like moths flying into the flame.
of suicide.
However, they are all willing.
After hesitating for a long time, his thin and pale lips landed on the blue hair on his fingertips instead of on his sleeping face. He was worried that it would wake her up and scare her. Even though the current girl seemed cold and strong, she was still incomparable in her heart.
Ruan Qingyan is so strong. The days are long, and that too bright star has gradually changed its destiny and moved away from her. Wouldn't it be better for him to accompany her for the remaining time?
"No one can hurt you here."
No matter how terrible the disputes in the world are, he is the master here in the underground thousands of miles away from the smoke of gunfire. Only he can protect her from seeing the smoke of war and she does not need to struggle. The star of destiny that is gradually dimming and almost without light will be under his strong twist.
It lit up again - Changing one's fate against the will of heaven is a foolish dream for a mortal, but for him, it was the supreme ability bestowed by God on an exquisite priest.
Itu's failure must be because he made a mistake, and he will not make the same mistake again and will never step out of the desert.
The regrets left behind will be fulfilled by him. Itu's is also the sacrifice of the past generations who have sat and watched the vastness of the world and the withering of the world, why their beautiful eyes are haggard and withered, and they are dejected.
Once she comes, she will not let her go again.
——————————————————————————The turmoil and chaos in the martial arts world and the government and the public are still continuing. The twenty-two years of Jingrun have become an extremely gloomy year in the history of Jingguo.
In that year, how many people were wrapped in horse leather during the war, and how many people's corpses were never found in the capital. They were randomly discarded in the wilderness to be eaten by wild dogs, eaten by insects and rats, and their bones were turned into nourishment for the next year's spring mud.
There are flowers of sorrow that are as red as blood.
At that time, the world-famous Princess Xiang of Gusu voluntarily joined the Poyue Pavilion and replaced Shen Yuqing, who disappeared at an unknown time, as the deputy head of Tianshi Hall. This generation of masters of the mysterious organization who never wanted to show their true colors in front of others willingly became their subordinates.
, often standing next to the indifferent figure in the Qizhu Pavilion, talking in detail about the news that he cares about.
"The master of Hongxian Hall's horse was found abandoned outside Luoyang City. He was running like that with all his strength. It seems that he was really anxious about what to do."
"There is no movement in the Poison King Valley. Master Ye Tan has long since sealed all the roads leading to the valley. No one comes there except Xi Yingfeng who has been there once."
"Several corpses were found in a small town north of Chang'an. My subordinates sent people to investigate, and they thought they died of love. From this look, it seems that the master of Hongxian Hall went all the way north."
No matter what kind of news comes to his ears, the man holding a lamp in the wind and looking at the mountains and still water is no longer excited, as if his heart has died. He only changes slightly when someone occasionally calls out the word "Hongxian". He is still so cold and unconventional.
Swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, he looks down more and more like a destined king, with unparalleled magnificence.
But what exactly he wants, what he wants to start or finish, no one in the world knows.
However, when he was ordered to leave a few times, Mr. Gusu vaguely heard him calling the woman's name, Qingluan, in a low voice.