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"Miss Zhou left?"
Ling Dabao was startled, feeling the sword intent coming from the boat, and then said: "Senior Painting Saint is joking, Miss Zhou is clearly observing me on the boat."
The sword machine was always exposed on the boat, shocking him. This meant that Miss Zhou had not left. Why did the middle-aged scribe say that Miss Zhou had left this place?
Mr. Yan knew what Ling Dabao's observation was, and it was exactly what he wanted, so he answered truthfully: "Senior, I don't know. The sword intention you feel is just the crystallization of the sword intention condensed by Miss Zhou. Leave it here."
, I am deliberately trying to scare you. Miss Zhou has just left, so look to the southeast."
"Just left not long ago?"
Ling Dabao was stunned again when he heard this and turned around to look.
The water surface is vast and sparkling. Through the moonlight, you can clearly see the lake surface in the southeast direction. There is a jade-colored figure a few miles away, leaving in a boat.
"Is that Miss Zhou?" Ling Dabao squinted his eyes and did not see clearly the figure riding a small boat in the distance, following the waves. He could only vaguely tell that it was a woman.
"Crystal of Sword Intention..." Ling Dabao's face gradually turned ugly when he saw the boat going away.
Ling Dabao believed the words of the middle-aged scribe on the boat, and Zhou Youluo actually left.
Looking back, he should have noticed it earlier and not let that fairy-like girl secretly leave.
"Does she really not like me? Does she really have no intention of me? Is all this just my own fault?" Ling Dabao's mood had just recovered, but at this moment, he fell into the ice cellar again, not only
It was freezing cold, it was biting cold, and I was frozen there.
As long as it is knocked by external force, it will fall apart, fall to the ground, and break into powder.
He seemed to have been wounded all over, and was so shaken that he couldn't recover from the blow. When he raised his head, what he saw was no longer a sky full of stars, but darkness.
His strong self-confidence was severely attacked within a few days of leaving the mountain.
"I see... Did she leave the sword crystal behind on purpose to delay time?" Ling Dabao gave a wry smile.
Ling Dabao's body trembled, tears flowed from his eyes, and his heart fell to the ground like broken pearls.
In the dark night, he cried very loudly, and when combined with the night wind, it became even more desolate.
"Master... Master... is he crying?"
"Master...why is he crying?"
When the women on the boat heard this miserable sound, their bodies were also shocked. This was really too tragic.
At this moment, the women looked up and looked at the stars in the sky competing with each other. It was no longer a scene of beauty and fantasy. It was a lonely and empty autumn scene, giving people a feeling of loneliness and desolation.
This is a sad autumn, when a person feels deep sorrow for parting. It is like the separation between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the fairy tale, which makes people feel miserable.
The crying gradually filled the entire boat, gradually overshadowing the sound of music in the cabin, and stopped for a while.
"Who is crying? This cry is so pitiful. Why does it make me feel the same feeling of longing and sadness? Youluo... Youluo... Miss Youluo, why don't you come out?
A man was watching the dancers dancing in the ship building. The dancers were quite beautiful. But he was still absent-minded, and his mind was wandering to nowhere.
Where, where? Probably the most beautiful place in the world.
Not only this man, but all the men present were not thinking about these women. No matter how revealing they were, or how seductive their eyes were, they would not capture their souls.
Their souls flew away and flew to the most beautiful woman in the world.
But no matter how much they think about her, Miss Youluo will never put her heart on them.
These men don't want anything more, they just want to watch the leisurely girl dance again.
Ever since I watched Miss Youluo's sword dance, I have been obsessed with it and can't help myself. I am afraid that in this life, apart from Miss Youluo's dance, I will no longer be interested in other people's dances.
"Obviously, this laid-back girl with fair skin and slim figure has a graceful figure when she dances. Why is she so cold and heartless on weekdays?"
When people hear the miserable cries, they can't help but feel miserable in their hearts. The sorrow of not being able to love.
After all, they cannot ask for this love. But they still want to see each other again. Their waists are full of charm.
There was also a woman who lamented and felt sad. The woman who played the piano was fully focused and performed at a better level than usual. However, the people in the audience were still absent-minded and confused, as if they had lost their souls.
After all, she is also a talented woman, and she also has an all-powerful beauty. Once when the beauty came out of the bath, her cheeks turned red with joy, and I wonder how many talented people she attracted?
However, no one took a second look at her today.
Thinking of this and hearing this cry, this woman started to cry in aggrieved manner, her tears were like beads, drop by drop, like raindrops.
It is said that if the scenery is the same, people will fall into it and reach a point where they are immersed in it. Today, this cry has reached this point.
"...."
Mr. Yan's expression was complicated at this moment. Hearing sad cries from everywhere, he couldn't help but get involved in the scene.
"It seems that this young master is really in love with Miss Zhou. Otherwise, how could he cry with sadness and let his true feelings flow in in front of everyone?"
"There was once a sincere love in front of me, but I chose to let it go. Looking back now, I feel endless regret." Mr. Yan's eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in his thoughts, returning to the time when he was so high-spirited.
"The love I had back then was hidden in my heart and I didn't dare to show it. It was also because of the so-called face that I didn't dare to reach out. If I had been like you back then, I wouldn't have been alone now."
Mr. Yan sighed, feeling endless regret in his heart. He also felt extremely sorry for this young master.
"If Miss Zhou leaves, I will inform this young master. The young master will not be so sad." Mr. Yan thought for a while, shook his head, and nodded again.
At this moment, Mr. Yan decided something in his mind.
"Master! Please come up and tell me! Yan will tell you everything about Miss Zhou." Mr. Yan lowered his head, looked down at the lake, looked at the sad and crying young man, and spoke loudly
.
As the words fell, there was a strong wind, and it was like a thunderbolt from the sky.
Mr. Yan wants to break through the young master's hurt situation with one word and let him escape. Some people, in the midst of endless sorrow, will completely collapse and become crazy people once they are in trouble.
This sound seemed to really bring Ling Dabao back to his senses from his tragic state.
However, Ling Dabao was stunned for a while. Then he raised his head again and looked into the eyes of the middle-aged scribe.
"What happened to Miss Youluo? What happened in the past? What happened when you were a child, or when you grew up?" Ling Dabao was stunned for a long time, and then shook his head.
"What do I need to know about these things? What I need is Miss Zhou's change of heart and what she said to me personally."
Ling Dabao just shook his head, thinking this in his heart. But in Mr. Yan's eyes, this young master was immersed in water and motionless.
There was only one head swaying in the water, splashing water, and strands of hair floating everywhere, and it even looked a little pale and terrifying.
"It's sad... people don't look like humans... ghosts don't look like ghosts anymore."
Mr. Yan just thought that Zhou Youluo's cruel departure was a thunderous blow to this infatuated lover. Unless Zhou Youluo changed his mind, it would be difficult to cheer up for a while.
But Zhou Youluo seemed to be pretending to be someone else in his heart. This young man was very good. Perhaps if he had met him earlier, Zhou Youluo might have a crush on him.
It's a pity that people always have a first-come-first-served basis. If you are late, you will miss it. For some people, being the first to meet is the most worthwhile.
"Sad and lonely, the world is so big, no one understands me. Looking around, my eyes are boundless. I don't know what regret is. Since I say goodbye to you, I am afraid that I will be desolate from now on."
"From now on, if you don't know what a fault is, you won't know what hope is if you are so close to the horizon, and you won't know where the so-called love is."
Ling Dabao sighed again and again, then opened his eyes and glanced at the weeping women above him, and thought to himself.
"I didn't expect that I would fall on a woman. Miss Youluo, oh Miss Youluo, you have completely embarrassed me. But it's okay, I will pretend to be an infatuated lover."
"Then people will spread the praises, one after another, one group after another. Finally, the whole world will know that I am infatuated. In this way, when Miss Youluo learns about my infatuation, she will definitely be moved and fall in love with me."
This is a game, a game where one disguises himself as an infatuated person.
Even if Miss Youluo doesn't accept him in the future, there will be talented women who are not inferior to Miss Youluo and will admire him.
In that way, you can use your own infatuation, your own passivity, and the scars of this world to arouse the maternal love in the hearts of those talented women, but they will only blindly accommodate him.
Ling Dabao laughed and laughed in the water, which kept making bubbling sounds.
Mr. Yan took all this in his eyes, sighed again, and spoke loudly: "Miss Zhou left not long ago, don't you want to catch up with me? As the saying goes, nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so."
"Yan Mou believes that whether it is talent, erudition, or appearance, the young master is a perfect match for Miss Zhou. It is a match made in heaven."
A few words awakened the dreamer. When Ling Dabao heard the words, his body suddenly shook. His whole head emerged from the water.
Yes, the figure on the boat in the distance is still in sight. It means that it is not out of reach, and there is still hope to catch up.
Ling Dabao had previously only thought about whether Miss Youluo was really not in love with him, or whether it was his own fault. He fell into a shock. After all, he believed that with his appearance, it was impossible for a woman, or even a man, to reject him.
There will be none.
From beginning to end, he never thought of catching up until the middle-aged scribe mentioned it.
"Young Master, come up here. Yan knows something about Miss Zhou and may be able to help you. Of course, whether you can win Miss Zhou's heart or not depends on your own ability."
Mr. Yan spoke softly, but his voice fell clearly in the young man's ears. This was a secret method of sound transmission, which was extremely labor-intensive. The reason for this was that he was afraid of being heard by the twenty-eight women and did not want to
Being stared at with murderous and resentful eyes.
Ling Dabao, who had been underwater, suddenly became energetic. He kicked his feet toward the water, and with the help of this buoyancy, he jumped onto the boat, shaking off all the water.
His body was still full of colors, and there was light all over his body. The skin that could have been hidden was covered by the light. Even those women who opened their eyes widened and tried to find a dark patch somewhere could not see it.
arrive.
Ling Dabao shook his body, took a deep breath, and then bowed deeply to Mr. Yan as a junior.
"I hope senior can point out a clear path. If Miss Youluo and I can create a marriage, then senior will be Zhou's reborn parents."
"Creating a parent?" Originally, Mr. Yan wanted to say that he wouldn't do it, but after thinking about it, he felt it was worth it. If he became this young man's reincarnated parent, how could his painting skills be inadequate? Couldn't he ask for advice at any time?
If this young man becomes his mentor, then he must be respectful and respectful, and if he doesn't understand something, he won't dare to disturb him often for fear of being displeased. But if he becomes this young man's reincarnated father, then he will not
Same.
You can ask for advice at any time. If you don't teach, if you don't like it, it would be unfilial.
"Okay." Mr. Yan smiled, but didn't say much. He just stretched out a hand.
The moment Mr. Yan stretched out his hand, Ling Dabao felt an extremely cold and even pure sword intent.
"Is this the sword crystal condensed by Miss Youluo?" Ling Dabao stared at that hand and murmured. The next moment, he saw a thin, fingernail-like crystal in the palm of Mr. Yan's open hand.
A sheet-like transparent crystal.
"Such pure sword intent. If I crush this, the sword intent that bursts out will be enough to hurt me." Ling Dabao's eyes narrowed, a little fearful.
Mr. Yan nodded and said: "Sometimes what you see may not be true. This sword crystal can only last for an hour and a half. Now that an hour has passed, there is still half an hour left."
"The sword crystal left by Miss Zhou can last for one and a half hours. Is there still half an hour left?" Ling Dabao was stunned when he heard this.
"Yes, this sword crystal can only last for one and a half hours. According to Miss Zhou, this sword crystal has its own purpose. It does not hide the sword machine and cannot pose a threat to you." Mr. Yan spoke subconsciously.
I got rid of the young master.
Ling Dabao remained stunned. He didn't care whether the sword crystal had a hidden sword machine.
What he cares about is what Mr. Yan said that the sword crystal can last for an hour and a half, but now it only lasts for half an hour.
That is one hour away from that time.
Ling Dabao closed his eyes and began to think carefully.
He recalled that an hour ago, it was indeed Miss Youluo's sword intent that locked onto him, and then suddenly melted away like water, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Because the sword intention is still there and has not dissipated.
Ling Dabao didn't expect Zhou Youluo to play this trick.
"Miss Youluo's figure is still in sight, which means she has not gone far." Ling Dabao murmured, turning his head to look in the direction of the boat in the distance, and he could still vaguely see the figure standing on it.
"Yes, Miss Zhou must have left not long ago. When she handed this sword crystal to me, she specifically said something to me." Mr. Yan replied.
"Did you say something special? What did Miss Youluo say?" Ling Dabao asked quickly.
"Miss Zhou said that she used up too much energy while dancing the sword, and wanted to rest for an hour. Then she went back to her room. I observed the ship for a long time, and it appeared about the time it appeared now.
It’s been a while since I burned an incense stick.”
"A stick of incense..." Upon hearing this, Ling Dabao's eyes suddenly widened.
It's like a person who has been in darkness for a long time and suddenly sees a faint ray of light in front of him. At this moment, he is really surprised and happy.
"You left behind a sword crystal that could last for an hour and a half, but you left just a stick of incense. Did you do it on purpose so that I could still see her?"
"Actually, this is just playing hard to get, do you want to slowly arouse me..." Ling Dabao smiled, smiling very happily.
He knew that with his appearance, even if he was the most beautiful woman in the world, so what? Wouldn't he still be fascinated by him?
"Miss Zhou left to go to a certain place. I will take you there." Mr. Yan thought for a while and said.
Although, he was extremely reluctant to go to that place. After all, it was full of unknowns and dangers. Even the top experts in the world would not want to set foot there unless they had to.
But that place is far away from Jiangnan. Even if he gets there, it will take more than two months. If he can get the guidance of the young man every day during this time, he may be able to make rapid progress on the road of painting.
He must make good use of these two months. It is best to become a companion along the way and go to find Miss Zhou together.
"No need to bother. Let me find Miss Youluo myself." Ling Dabao shook his head.
"..."
Before Mr. Yan could react, he heard a whooshing sound. Then, he heard the sound of feet stepping on the lake surface.
The body is as light as a swallow, and a dragonfly touches the water.
Before Mr. Yan could react, he heard the screams of women around him.
"Master! Master!"
The women were once again fascinated by Ling Dabao's superb light kung fu.
"What a fast speed! What an amazing light kung fu!" Mr. Yan exclaimed, but quickly caught up.
With just a cup of tea, Ling Dabao approached the boat and watched the jade clothes dancing in the wind.
"Miss Youluo." Ling Dabao smiled, and in one step on the lake, he arrived at the boat. As he turned around, his smile gradually solidified.
"This...is not a Youluo girl..."
He stood on the boat for a long time, his eyes were too heavy to lift up, and his long eyelashes were hung with a few heavy drops of water. He blinked a few times, then swayed and fell down.
"how so?"
"Miss Zhou!"
At this moment, Mr. Yan, who was chasing after him, landed on the boat. After seeing the jade-clad figure clearly, his expression suddenly changed.
This is actually a straw man.
"Miss Youluo, where did you go?" Ling Dabao took a deep breath and asked.
"Old Capital." Mr. Yan glanced at the man next to him and saw that his face was extremely ugly, so he sighed.
........
The old capital has gone through ups and downs for three hundred years. During these three hundred years, very few people dared to enter. Those who dared to enter were unable to leave.
It's so dark here that even the sun can't shine.
But, at this moment, in an alley, five figures appeared.
"The sunken world, a sunken world that even Immortal King Donghua, who suppressed me and sealed me everywhere, cannot see through."
"And here... is the deepest part of this sunken world..."