Qin Huanran felt very strange, why did he need to transmit the message into the secret in front of him? But he had no time to think about it now, because he began to worry about what happened to Zhang Tao, so he was so laborious!
On top of the broken rubble of Chunyan Pavilion, Yuemei lay there quietly, with bright red and dazzling liquid flowing down her charming body. Perhaps because she couldn't bear to hurt someone's heart, the blood actually flowed directly into the ruins, making it difficult to see.
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At this time, Qin Zhen and others had already arrived. On the way, they met Shiyun who was coming and brought him over. Countless officers and soldiers on the ground groaned and groaned. Their bodies were covered with scratches, which were all caused by frost.
Yu's masterpiece, because of the owner, Shuang Yu's claws were merciful, otherwise what would be lying on the ground would be a corpse.
The surrounding officers and soldiers did not dare to go up because they were afraid of Shuangyu's strength. At this time, Sun Yueqing and Shiyun's beautiful eyes were shocked. They followed Zhang Tao's movements like a walking corpse and saw Yue lying on the rubble.
eyebrow.
Yuemei was lying there, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully, but there was a bloodstain like a crescent moon on the neck of a swan, and the blood rushed out as if it had been freed.
Zhang Tao has ignored everyone around him, as if he has entered the world of his own dream. Frost feathers are constantly hovering above Zhang Tao's head, making a sad cry.
His slightly trembling right hand gently placed on the back of Yuemei's head, and slowly and silently pulled her into his arms, as if he wanted to use his own warmth to wake her up. However, Zhang Tao's right hand felt a wave of warmth.
The wetness, that is blood! The blood of Yuebei! Zhang Tao knew that with the faint smell of blood, Zhang Tao's heart was trembling.
The beautiful eyes that were originally captivating have lost their light and have fallen into darkness. The originally beautiful and crimson face has also become dim due to paleness. It is as quiet as if someone has left, but it has been taken away from someone's heart.
There are more things, and even the description of the words at this moment seems to be an insult to the scene in front of me.
She just lay there, the frozen beauty only remaining in her memory. She gently peeled off the sticky hair on Yuemei's forehead, "We are tired in the world, but you only know your heart." This sentence seemed to echo in Zhang Tao's mind.
, a woman who was waiting hard for her confidant, a woman who was struggling in the world of mortals, finally found a glimmer of light in the misty world, as if it could illuminate her originally cold heart...
The smile that never appeared on her face, the happiness that was more precious than a flash in the pan, was just missed, just like that...
"Didn't I promise you that I would come see you in a few days? You can't wait to come outside and wait for me? But the autumn wind makes it easy to catch a cold. Isn't it warm and drunk in Chunyan Pavilion? By the way... you
My maid also came to Haoran Academy to look for me, and I rushed over here in a hurry. I thought something had happened, but it turns out it was just missing her?" At this time, Zhang Tao's soft voice was clearly audible in the silent street.
Shi Yun's jade-like hands cover her lips, and her tears are as clear as a shark's pearl. Who is she crying for? Why does she shed such tears that violate her heart?
Sun Yueqing also has beautiful eyes and reddish hues, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as picturesque during the literary argumentation meeting. She also argued endlessly with them, but now she has entered reincarnation.
Zhang Tao's eyes rested on the pretty face with frozen crescent eyebrows, as if he was waiting quietly for this woman who had already fallen into hell to speak again. Even if she fell into the abyss of darkness forever, Zhang Tao would definitely not look back at this moment.
Perhaps to escape, or perhaps not to dare, he subconsciously ignored the scar on his neck, and his eyes stayed on Yuemei's right hand, where the helpless Yuemei was tightly holding a silk handkerchief with no trace on it.
There was only the familiar fragrance of orchid in the blood. She clenched it so tightly, as if no power in the world could take away the silk handkerchief in her hand.
But Zhang Tao's hand gently pulled, and the silk handkerchief made a soft sound, and fell easily into Zhang Tao's hand. It seemed that there was a tacit understanding. Even though people and ghosts live in different ways, they still can't avoid this attachment from this life.
There are three poems of cold incense and one orchid. Something like this is simply left on the silk handkerchief. The orchid represents the moon eyebrow and the cold incense represents Zhang Tao. There are poems in flowers and flowers in poems. Does the meaning need to be expressed in words?
"Perhaps he should explain everything next time he comes!" Although Zhang Tao has not heard Yuemei's voice, why doesn't Zhang Tao not know the beauty's thoughts?
In the high sky in the distance, Jiutian Young Master stood in the air, looking at Zhang Tao below with flat eyes: "Boy...are you angry for this reason?"
Maybe tears are not valuable, but sometimes when people are helpless, when they can't vent, when they are at a loss, when they feel insignificant, perhaps tears are the most direct expression.
But Zhang Tao's tears came so strangely... His face was expressionless, but his tears were like shooting stars streaking across the sky, flowing slowly along his face. His hands exerted slight force as if to blend the moon eyebrows into one, but gradually they became colder.
###But it kept hurting Zhang Tao's soul.
What kind of feeling is this? A simple young man who grew up in a mountain village finally experienced a heart-piercing feeling at this moment. That feeling penetrates deeply into the soul, takes root in the deepest part of the soul, and will inevitably bloom in the future.
As a result, this fruit will continue with its faint sadness and deep sting until the end of Zhang Tao's life.
"Boy...is she the woman you like?" Jiutian Yishao's voice was like the dawn breaking through the clouds, restoring Zhang Tao's hazy eyes to a glimmer of consciousness. "Master, can she be saved?" Jiutian Yishao Wu said.
Unable to do so, this is Zhang Tao's only hope, his last hope.
Faced with Zhang Tao's question, Jiutian Yishao was silent. At this moment, for some reason, Jiutian Yishao, who had always been cynical and uninhibited, felt a twinge of pain in his heart. Looking at the disciple who had been with him for ten years, a trace of helplessness appeared in his heart.
The silence of Jiutian Yishao was the best answer given to Zhang Tao, "If I can surpass you, can I save her?" This time, Zhang Tao gently placed his Yuemei on the ground, and danced his sleeves to let the drops of Zhengyun fall on the moon.
The tears on his face scattered in the air, but the surrounding officers and soldiers, including the city lord Qin Zhen, watched quietly, and no one came up to disturb or stop him.
"It's okay... Although this little girl died, her true spirit remains. Even if she is reincarnated, as long as you are strong enough to change the laws of heaven and earth, then naturally you can." When Jiutian Yi Shao said these words,
It seems that there are waves of powerlessness in the body. How long has it been? I haven't felt this kind of powerlessness from the heart.
Indeed... I may be the best master in Dongyue Continent, but facing the woman who is my apprentice, I can't save myself. Can I be considered a master?
Jiutian Yishao smiled self-deprecatingly, "This boy has really caused me a lot of trouble? But even now, I can't bring the dead back to life. Am I still too weak?"
"Boy, leave this girl's body to me, you don't have to worry, I will make her incorruptible forever, using Zhou Tian's Good Fortune Kung Fu!" Jiutian Yi Shao said, now this is the only thing he can do.
"Is it good fortune? If it is really good fortune, can she be brought back to life?" Zhang Tao's muttering made Jiutian Yishao smile bitterly. At this moment, Jiutian Yishao also became mute and did not know what to say.
"Madam, tell me, who is it?" Zhang Tao's voice was very soft, but the determination contained in it was very obvious.
At this time, Zhang Tao's expression was calm, but it put huge pressure on the madam. She stuttered and said, "Yes, yes... Mr. Yu!"
Pfft... Blood spattered, Zhang Tao's hands were pricked by his own fingers, but he didn't notice it at all, but the words of several people came to mind, "Boy, don't be naive? Remember to root out the roots. Anyone who offends you will be killed."
If you let it go, you or the people you care about will be hurt in the future." Jiutian Yishao said.
"Your temperament is not suitable for survival in Dongyue Continent. You must know that kind-hearted saints all die young. I hope you will not." That mysterious poisonous man.
"Boy..." Young Master Jiutian looked at Zhang Tao's trembling back with a sigh in his eyes. Not everyone can bear this pain.
"Yu...Hao...ran!" Zhang Tao shouted the last word almost loudly. These three words represent resentment, Zhang Tao's change, and his destined change!
The next moment, under the helpless look of Jiutian Yishao, under Sun Yueqing's exclamation, under Dong Wudao's sigh, under Qin Zhen's shock, Zhang Tao activated the power of heaven and earth in front of everyone!
Spiritual energy swarmed into his body, and the next moment Zhang Tao's black hair instantly turned into strands of silver, like the blue falling that symbolized the crescent eyebrows, and Zhang Tao's heart also died.
"Silver Thread Chasing Soul?" At this moment, these four words were on everyone's mind! Unexpectedly, the Silver Thread Soul Chasing who wiped out the three major gangs in Tianyue City and made the evil forces frightened, turned out to be Zhang Tao, a mountain boy from Haoran Academy.
!This change is really unacceptable.
"Yu Haoran! Up to the heaven and down to the earth, we will fight until death!" Zhang Tao's cold voice was like the nine ghosts destroying the soul, and also like the silent cry in the eighteenth level of hell, the roar derived from the extreme pain, this determination, this
His persistence made everyone around him feel chilly. They knew that the Yu family was in danger.
Qin Zhen looked at Dong Wudao beside him at this time. He finally understood what Dong Wudao told him. He still clearly remembered the power that Yinsi Zhuihun burst out at that time. He knew that the Yinxiuhun who forced him back that day was not Zhang Tao.
, but the same white hair must have a close relationship with Zhang Tao, so I really can't afford to offend him. Even as the city lord today, I can only watch the Yu family perish. It's not that I don't want to fulfill my responsibility, but I don't want to die.
"Frost Feather Sword!" Holding the ice crystal frost feather in his hand, his eyes revealed cold murderous intent. At this moment, Zhang Tao didn't know how much his extreme anger because of Yuemei's death had shocked these people.
The beautiful shadow of the moon eyebrows in Chunyan Pavilion, the beauty of the mountain village youth meeting!
When I wrote this, I felt a touch of sadness in my heart for some reason. Even if the protagonist in the book faces the woman he loves falling into hell, is he still unable to save it?
Some people may think that the book is written by you and you can change it at will, but I know that at this moment the book is no longer something I can change. It is no longer a book, but a living flesh-and-blood story. I can only
He quietly describes the development of the situation, but has no right to interfere with every move in it. Helpless and insignificant? Even as a writer, I can only sadly watch the protagonist shed tears of regret.