Hearing this sentence of Bishui Xiangu, Lin Yu's expression was completely shocked there, and for a long time, she murmured to herself with a trembling voice; "Hong Soo, she turned out to be Master's daughter?"
Bi Shuixian sneered, and said, "Go to Qingfeng Mountain and ask your lords Master, and ask him what good things did he do in 27 years ago?"
Without waiting for the sound, the aunt Bishui Xian directly pulled away the breeze sword with her fingers, with a few wets of ugly smiles than crying, and laughed in the sky ...
Bi Shuixian was gone, King Fu, Geng Jingzhong was killed, and Jia Zhengjin was scared to have incontinence. Although the rebels still occupied the absolute advantage in terms of the number, but because the dragons had no heads and the people floated, they were quickly controlled by the Royal Forest Army to completely control the control.
At this point, the Blessing King who shocked the capital of the capital was just over for more than half a day, and it was completely destroyed.
Because the emperor has collapsed, the prince naturally has a logical grasp of the imperial power. It is scheduled to be a formal ceremony for the next year. During this time, it is basically to deal with the emperor's funeral, eliminate the king of the party, to prevent them from chaotic, soothe other otherwise and cover other other.
Ministers and people in Beijing.
Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Yu. The next day, he was alone, with the body of the red clothes, and rushed towards Qingfeng Mountain.
The carriage is not luxurious, it is an ordinary carriage, but it is decorated with warm and festiveness inside. Everyone filial piety and white flowers during the national funeral, forming a sharp contrast.
This is not how much Lin Yu wants to shake, but to Lian Hongshang like this warm and festive atmosphere. Of course, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, he is just decorated in the carriage. From the outside, he perspective.
Can't see it at all.
Moreover, Lin Yu's heart is also very clear. The hustle and bustle of the outside world has nothing to do with practicing red clothes. She will never rush out to teach some men who bully women, as before, and scold the last sentence, her master Bishui
Xiangu often hangs on his mouth: "Men, none of them are good things!"
Every time Lin Yu hear this sentence, the black line will be straight on the forehead, and basically it will be theory with her. However, it seems that every time it is Lin Yu's defeat, and then he can find a few points in a sentence "unreasonable".
face.
But now Lin Yu has no chance to win Lian Hongchang, and the phrase "unreasonable" has since lost his master. And Lin Yu now starts to believe her: "None of the man is a man is a man.
nice one!"
Qi Xiang, a girl who is simply like a white paper, smiling like a flower, but because of encountering herself, Xiang Xiangyu Yuyu!
Ouyang Yanyan, how arrogant and silly girls, because they met herself, faded their flower season.
Liu Ziqing, a pure and cute girl like a hibiscus out of the water, is also because of herself, Fanghun breaks the world.
There is also this red dress that has always said: "Men have no good things", are not because of themselves, but in the most beautiful flower season, do you lose his life?
Thinking of this, Lin Yu's clear eyes had a slight fog, and a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth also showed a bitter smile, and began to murmur himself: "Maybe you are really not a good thing."
From Beijing to Qingfeng Mountain, the journey of more than two thousand miles, Lin Yu rushed for three days and three nights, and he did not go to the inn, drink water when he was thirsty, and ate some dry food when he was hungry. Sometimes he was tired.
Will talk to Lian Hongshang, saying that they used to bite the past.
It seems that at that time, they always wanted to go to the mountains to see, always complaining to each other's masters, telling each other's pain of martial arts. At that time, they always looked forward to the kind of birds like birds.
Unrestrained days.
However, when they really came to the mountains, they really got involved in the place called the rivers and lakes. Only found that everything was not as beautiful as imagined. In order to be unpopular to be bullied by others, they had to do a lot of violations.
There are so many people under the mountain, but none of them can make my heart, and they can tell the pain in their hearts.
Then they started missing the days on the mountain. Although the kind of days were very boring, they were really happy every day. So they tried to find out the days before. But they didn’t know.
Nympho
Lin Yu came to the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, it was dusk. It was like blood and yang. Not only did the whole day dye the whole day, but also the whole mountain, and the two originally pure hearts were red ...
Lin Yu looked at the familiar and unfamiliar mountain forest, and when he touched it, he appeared in his heart. After staring for a while, he gently stretched a lazy waist, with a long -lost smile, shouting, "Red Saniel, we, we
Come back! "
The shouting was floating back and forth in the mountains, but only the sound of the wind, and the name of the return of the forest bird. The familiar voice would never hear it again.
Lin Yu railled for a while, and helped the trainer in the carriage back, with a few smiles that wanted to cry, and murmured to talk to himself: "Hongshang, look, we go home, we go home, we go home, we go home, we go home,
This is the Qingfeng Mountain. When we grew up together when we were young, you see that stone, you see the crooked neck tree, and the flowers and plants, are you still the same as before, there is no change ... "
After murmuring talking to himself, Lin Yu said he was tired, so he didn't continue to talk about it. The two lines of turbid tears did not know when, and he had already burst into an eye.
On the ground.
After entering the Qingfeng Mountain, Lin Yu was the same as a child, looking up at the top of the mountains that towered into the clouds. Now he wants to go up, just to show his body. But he chose to be the same as when he was a child, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step.
Climb up.
When I was young, Lian Hongshang would also climb together to play with him to see who reached the top of the mountain first. If who lost, I promised who was one. Remember at that time, basically ten times, Lin Yu lost seven
~ Eight times, two or three times, the practice of red clothes will also play on excuses for various reasons.
But now, Lian Hongshang is on his back. This time, no matter losing or losing, no one will shout in his ear again: Xiaoyu, you lose again, this time you have to learn a dog ...
While Lin Yu carried the red clothes, he climbed up the mountain, and looked around. He was looking for things like Xiaoqing snake, remembering that every time there was this stuff, there would be a giggle with the red skirt.
The sound. But this time he found it for a long time, and he didn't find one, and he didn't even have a snake skin.
At this time, Lin Yu suddenly remembered that it was the cold winter now. Whether it was an unpopular little green snake or a poisonous little flower snake, it has now been home to hibernate. It is not until the spring of next year.
The little flower snake and the small green snake will come out when the spring is blooming next year, so will the giggle of practicing the red skirt sound sound again at that time?
When Lin Yu crawled to the top of the Qingfeng Mountain, the night had completely fell. But fortunately, the moonlight tonight is good.
Under the afterglow of the moonlight, Lin Yu saw the lianxin stone carved by himself at a glance, just staring for a long time, no movement, no words.
Lin Yu wanted to use his bare hands on the top of the mountain, digging a home that could be inhabited forever for Lian Hongshang. But the helpless stone was too hard, and it was still cold winter. A thick layer of frost on the ground was cold and cold. The texture was cold and hard.
With the hands of the flesh and blood, you can't dig at all.
Just when Lin Yu was thinking about whether to use the breeze sword, he suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly moved the linked stone. Under the reflection of the moonlight, a rusty dagger had already been rusty, so he would have risked a dagger, so he would be rusty.
It has been caught in his eyes.
At this time, after engraving two hearts on the stone, he felt that the dagger had rolled the blade, and he threw it under the heart stone. I did not expect that for many years, it was still here. But this dagger and
The same heart at this time, there are a few more rust.
Lin Yu carefully scratched the rust on the upper rust with Qingfeng Sword. After half an hour, this dagger was barely recovering the original appearance.
Lin Yu glanced at the dagger, glanced up and down, nodded slightly, and murmured to talk to himself: "Well, it looks like it, you should still be able to use it!"
The cold moonlight, sprinkled the brilliant surplus, like a Hong Qingquan, leaned down quietly, spilled on the beautiful face of Lian Hongshang, and also flowed in Lin Yu's sad eyes.
Nympho
In this way, Lin Yu said with a dagger, while talking about the childhood things about the childhood. Until the sun the next day, when he showed a head, he dug this habitat.
I looked at it on the left and right, and felt that it was not bad. Lin Yu also lay down to demonstrate it in person, and smoothed some protruding stones and corners. This was a long sigh.
"Hong Chang, you see the sun's sun, it's really beautiful. You can see it here every day!" Lin Yu's mouth smiled with a bitter smile, staring at the morning sun in the distance, murmured to say.
Lin Yu tightly held the red clothes and sat on the top of the mountain. After watching the last morning sun in their lives, she buried her with a sand and one soil ...
When the last sand and soils were covered with Hongshang's cheeks, the two lines of tears burst out from Lin Yu's eyes again, and it dripped on the sand in his hand ...
At this time, a mountain breeze blows, and a few dead leaves are spin. The sound of the sounding sound is like Yiren crying ...
Lin Yu did not set up a monument to practice Hongshang. The lingering stone is the best tombstone. And he still got a lot of flowers and plants around him. Lian Hongshang was a noisy person. In this way, when the spring of next year, she would
It's not too lonely!
The red practice sword who practiced Hongchang also entered the soil with her. What she said before, Lin Yu still remembers clearly: "As long as there is a red practitioner sword, who dares to bully me ..."
Thinking of this, there was a bitter smile on the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, holding a loess, and murmured: "Hongshang, you take the sword of red, don't lose it!
It's another world, and no one dares to bully you! "
After the Lian Hongshang was completely buried, Lin Yu did not leave immediately, but instead beside Lianxin Stone, accompanying her for three days and three nights.
In addition to accompanying the red clothes, Lin Yu is still waiting for a person. That person is his master, the old man!
But until the dry food and water have been eaten, the old man of his master Qingfeng still did not appear. After looking at the familiar and strange Shanlan, Lin Yu reluctantly left Lianxinshi reluctantly.
I do n’t know, when Lin Yu accompanied the three days and three nights of Lian Hongshang, there were two pairs of tearful eyes, and they were staring at them.
One of them was the old man, who was elegant and immortal. At this time, there was obviously a little old color on his face. The waist began to be slightly restrained, just like an old man who had completely fell into the twilight years.
The other is the aunt of the blue water fairy. She is not Fu Xiangu's face. In her clear eyes, endless sadness and pain are revealed. She almost does not know what tears are. At this time, tears are already full of tears.
When Lin Yu buried the red clothes, the holding of the sand, they all looked at it, but no one came out. Because they were clear in their hearts, even if they were so powerful before, at this time, at this time
It is also a helpless old man. It cannot change such a cruel fact at all, nor can it make up for the fault of that year ...