Night walkers only need a solitary lamp to keep moving forward; if it is lost, they will be trapped in darkness forever.
In more than ten years of desolation, Xia Qingluan relied on revenge to get to where she is now, but she lost her direction in an instant.
Now, why are we still struggling to survive?
In the slumped and dead silence, I caught a glimpse of the red luan on my wrist, flapping its wings but unable to fly away. It was bound by someone, and the phoenix was never heard again.
Who do you hope to sing in harmony with?
How long had it been since she was forced to leave Lanling and rush to a strange desert? Before leaving, her fingertips reluctantly rubbed the red wedding dress. Such exquisite clothes were always out of reach for her.
It will end in two parts.
Maybe she shouldn't have any destination.
A red demonic light suddenly appeared, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. Almost subconsciously, Mi Ye let go of her hand and jumped towards the stone door, leaving only the manic and confused woman in white in the center with a deathly gaze.
There was still no trace of the mechanism being touched, and the fine iron grids that crisscrossed up and down quickly closed. The moment the thick iron grid penetrated the stone eye, a corner of the gauze clothes was involved in it, entangled tightly. The sound of cracking silk reached my ears, and the deep blue eyes appeared.
He looked at the woman standing coldly with a little surprise, as if he had never seen her before.
Such a ruthless and cold gaze is definitely not the possession of a gentle woman who thinks about you day and night.
The memory suddenly became a little blurry. Ruan Qingyan and Xiao Qingluan, were they the same or different? Those memories that did not belong to his personal experience were always so messy and unclear. Their owner seemed to have never distinguished what those two very similar faces represented.
Whoever it is, or it may be the same person, what they pay is the same enthusiasm and silence.
When leaving, the mysterious man looked a little downcast.
The stone door fell, and there was only a little oily light in the darkness. Xia Qingluan stood like that until her legs went numb and she lost consciousness, and the light in front of her eyes gradually blurred. At some point, she forgot everything.
Probably the only way to end her chaos.
The Shuo Desert is so empty that you can see the entire sky at a glance, with solitary smoke nowhere to be found, and the setting sun disappearing over the long river without a trace. Only the unpredictable sunset glow is like fire and as bright as a burned-out butterfly, even if it is thousands of miles away.
Just like the people standing and looking up in the center of the desert, staring at this burning cloud, there is also the indifferent figure in a foreign land who is invisible, floating in the wind, wearing Xuanchang, and the black phoenix pattern on the wrist can be faintly seen in the hands.
The cloud was unusually red but did not feel hot at all. It stretched to the end of the sky with no end in sight, just like the woman who suddenly disappeared from his life and was nowhere to be found.
Two months have passed and there is no news.
"Pavilion Master, Princess Anping's envoy asks for an audience."
"If you have anything to say about Shao Bi and the imperial court, I don't want to hear another word about it."
The disciple who bowed down to report trembled with force, and did not take a breath until he left the attic on this floor with fear.
He has not been in Poyue Pavilion for a long time. He was promoted by the Pavilion Master because of his cleverness and alertness, and he has already achieved the status of host in only half a year. However, every time he sees the dragon among men who holds the world in his hands.
At this time, the alienation and arrogance surrounding the cold figure would make him tremble uncontrollably - he was so strong that no one could defeat him, but he was already the leader of the martial arts alliance at a young age. With dozens of elite subordinates, he suppressed the entire martial arts world, swallowing up the entire world with such power.
He was filled with admiration and deep fear.
It's just that that person was too lonely, sitting in the meeting hall with no expression on his face. He was so lonely even in normal times. He would always stand alone on the pavilion, drinking wine silently, or simply leaning on the railing and watching.
The distant mountains are as silent as a daisy tree.
I think it's all for Hongxian Hall Master.
When I entered the Poyue Pavilion, I was lucky enough to see a dragon and a phoenix standing side by side among people. Their appearance and temperament were perfectly matched and their grace was unparalleled. It was a pity that the amazing wedding that thousands of people congratulated on that day turned out to be a martial arts world because the master of Hongxian Hall left without saying goodbye.
The laughingstock. From that time on, the master of the pavilion never laughed again, nor did he talk about the interlacing red and white.
However, he knew that the search for the master of Hongxian Hall had never stopped. The master looked here every day to wait for the lonely geese in the sky to bring a piece of good news, so as not to miss a moment.
Such an amazing talent and beauty, the king is unparalleled, and he is the only one who can indulge in infatuation while plotting the world carefully. Not only to put down the rebellions all over the world, but also to compete with the rebellious Princess Anping for the imperial power, he actually wants to bring down the martial arts world.
Unify the government and government under oneself.
Only such people are worthy of following and loyal to them with all their lives.
"Donghai, what are you doing here?" A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. The woman in pansy clothes holding a child looked sideways upstairs and lowered her voice slightly, "The master of the pavilion is still here?"
"Yes - I haven't moved all day long, and I drank three or four bottles of wine." Donghai didn't know if he was being nosy, so he lowered his head slightly uneasily and waited for scolding.
"Leave it to him," Zixiu patted Xiao Nongye, who was curiously looking at the scenery in front of her, and smiled lightly, "It's a blessing to be so calm. Besides, there is no bad news in a day, so there is always hope."
Dong Hai was stunned and nodded helplessly.
Like many of the disciples in the pavilion, he also secretly yearned for the graceful, elegant, gentle and kind master of Ziweitang. Sometimes he even wondered why the master would not forget to abandon his Hongxian and choose the more suitable Zixiutang.
What about the Lord? The human heart is indeed difficult to understand. Otherwise, there would not be such a huge gap.
"Hua Yu." Zi Xiu turned around and called softly, handing the sleepy little Nong Ye into the hands of the silent man.
Nodding slightly, the other party accepted it tacitly, and the concern in his eyes was undisguised: "Be careful, the typhoon in the pavilion is strong."
"No problem, I'm going to see the Pavilion Master and ask if there are any new clues. I'll be down immediately."
The sky has no eyes, but it is difficult for such a nearly perfect woman to live a long life. Even with the careful care of Hall Master Hua Yu, her body still shows no obvious improvement. If Master Zixiu Hall is gone, who else can take care of Po Yue under the Pavilion Master?
Pavilion?
Although this Zhu Pavilion is home to the most powerful organization, it has lost its former glory and glory, and it is all supported by one person.
Sighing secretly, Donghai quietly turned around and left.
The graceful violet-colored woman climbed up the stairs with her dress in hand. The broken winter wind blew through her thin clothes and gave her a slight chill. Her lonely and mysterious clothes in the sunset were even colder.
"The weather gets colder, and it will probably get even colder after the first snowfall. It will get colder earlier than last year." He picked up the overturned wine bottle and shook it gently, but it was empty. Even though he seemed calm on the surface, his depression became more and more serious.
It can be seen from the many empty wine bottles. No matter what happens, it is buried in the heart, which is no different from the red string silk.
After clearing away the mess on the table, Zi Xiu casually took the long snow fox fur hanging in the pavilion and put it on Wei Moyan's shoulders. In exchange, there was still a long silence.
The wedding that was supposed to end the separation has actually become the beginning of many people's thoughts. No one can tell whether the woman who left will come back, or whether this anger, delusion, greed, and greed will continue to reincarnate.
Standing next to the indifferent side and looking into the distance, the mountains that those cold eyes have been staring at for a long time have never changed - or maybe they have moved with the changes of the sea and the stars, but people with a short life cannot tell it.
The gorgeous fire clouds were gradually replaced by dark clouds, and you can still see that at the sunset, the first snow of this winter fell in Lanling.
"Snowing."
The cold voice suddenly said.
He stretched out his hand, and the crystal clear alstroemeria ice melted on his fingertips, which suddenly reminded him of the early snowfall in late winter last year, when she knelt down in a pool of blood in her red wedding dress and choked silently.
Another round of spring flowers and autumn flowers is about to pass. It has been more than two years since I met her, and I don’t know how many years have passed since we were separated. As for whether there will be a chance to join hands to conquer this mighty country in the future, no one can give him
Answer.
In Jiangnan, where the greenery is dying, the black figure stands silently against the wind and snow for a long time, hoping to return with someone.
Under the cold and dark desert ground, my clothes are as white as snow, but there is no life to wake me up, and my heart feels withered.
The only thing they have in common is what they are all thinking.
Seeing each other that year seemed like a dream, the rain was cold, the frost was cold, and the snow was cold. Can we see you again?
Emperor Jingguang passed away violently, seven parties fought for power, Poyue Pavilion caused another bloody storm, and wars broke out everywhere.
In November of the 22nd year of Jingrun, the world was in chaos.
————————————The end of "Volume 4? Alone with You" ————————————————————————"Volume 5: Rest at the End of Life"
Qi————————————????Thinking????The update at noon today is slightly postponed. I was too busy at the YY Song Club last night and couldn’t finish the submission in time, so... deep
I bow deeply and ask for forgiveness! Kubi Bai will work hard to make more updates in these two days as compensation!