Chapter 678 Riding a horse and whistling in the west wind, the peach blossom rain of that year is still there
"drive!"
Qingpingzhou Qianli Wilderness, an official road extended from Sifang City to Xianhezhou.
Tsing Yi, a gourd with a gourd on the waist, raised the whip, horseshoe flying.
Spring is thick.
Peach Blossom Xie Chunhong.
Time hurried.
The young man with Xiaomengfeng walked through the old way.
The past.
Obviously it was six years ago, but it seemed to be hidden in the memory for a long time. In that year, the teenager was still a little -known little man. He was injured by the ghost elder of the four swordmen ghosts and fled west.
Nowadays, the grave head of Ghost Elder Yinhuai is three feet high. The four swordsmen of Qingpingzhou once were speculatively speculated. Under the iron riding of the Xuanlong Dynasty, the door was destroyed overnight.
The great drama in the world has changed, and even the qualifications to become the people's talks after dinner.
Six years.
As far as Gu Yu's life is concerned, all the way to the west, I see the vicissitudes of the sea, and the past life is seen.
Since the demon raging, the demons are out again, and the sixteenth states in the world are also frequent miracles in chaos. It is drowned in the historic sites in the long river of time.
The enthusiasm of the practitioner's yearning for Qingping Mountain is still there.
The Qingping wilderness, which had no chickens, has gradually increased a lot of fireworks.
The horseshoe sounds are far, peach blossoms are scattered, and they are scattered all over the ground.
The setting of the setting sun is shining obliquely on the hut next to the official road.
There are three or two branches in front of the courtyard hanging on the branches. The grave head under the peach tree is not mud, Yin Hong powder is purple, as if to keep the spring, like the old man who warm wine that year, waiting for his child to cut the monster
Return.
Light and shadow passed through peach blossoms.
Gu Yu's life seemed to see the old man who had returned from the children and his children, the wrinkled climbing face became deeper and deeper in memory.
"Once!"
Gu Yusheng strangled the reins and came down.
White horse can fly in the air.
You can take care of the rest of your life but do not want to miss this road that he has walked.
That's where he boiled his soul.
Gu Yu's life slowly walked to the peach tree, the soil was still the pile of soil. The wooden sign carved at that time was still retained. The difference was that there were two more green bamboo forests in front of the grave.
Round.
Gu Yusheng understands the meaning of these two bamboo forests.
That was a pair of children.
Bamboo green, bamboo rhyme.
Take off a pot of wine on the waist.
Lay the peach blossom.
Then hold the punch in the pile, Gu Yusheng's horse.
"Old man, that's the best rice wine I have ever drank."
"drive!"
Gu Yusheng raised his whip again, the white horse was hissing, the four hoofs flew, and the wind blowing through the hair between the teenagers, even the wind seemed to understand his heart.
The courtyard door opened.
The girl with green moth eyebrows chased out of the bamboo forest and looked at the gradually blurred back, and she was so embarrassed.
Bamboo green carrying the breeze sword appeared beside the girl of green clothes. After a long time, she said slowly: "Sister, he has gone far away."
"No."
Zhu Yun shook his head slightly and looked at the tall Qingping Mountain.
Zhu Qing sighed: "Also, he is now as high as Qing Ping Mountain. Uncle He is right. At that time, the younger brother of Qing Ping's Qingping was as high as the mountain when he returned.
It was a few followers in Hongchen Avenue. My sister, ready to set off, and when I entered the mountains, I changed a bottle of medicine and let you cast it. "
"Brother, let's go first, I want to see the peach blossom again."
Bamboo rhyme gently.
Zhu Qing turned around and silent for a long time, saying, "Sister, peach blossoms have thanked."
"No, thank you!"
Bamboo rhyme pouting stubbornly.
"Why!"
Zhu Qing stared at the bamboo rhyme of water -like eyes.
"You are just a passenger, understand?"
"But the young clouds of the young clouds, he called me Master Zhu."
"You ... I don't care about you!"
Zhuqing Yujian deep into Qingping Mountain.
Zhu Yun stayed in front of the small courtyard, she stared at the peach blossoms on the tree, looked slightly, and sniffed.
That year.
She watched the lotus in a pool in Qixiufang and never nostalgic, but she met a peach blossom rain in Qingping Mountain.
That peach blossom rain has been down for a long time. For a long time, when she thought that the peach blossoms were in full bloom every year, she could see that familiar and strange back.
But for so many years, she has never stepped out of that peach blossom rain.
"Ge Sister, are you watching peach blossoms too?"
Qian Li's figure came from the sunset officer.
"I wish Sister Sister!"
Zhu Qing looked at Zhu Die who danced with the butterflies and dancing with neon clothes. His eyes brightened. Suddenly what he thought of, and asked, "Did you come from the west and meet Brother Gu?"
Zhu Die froze, in the sunset, her cheeks were red with shame.
"Master Zhu, how do you know that I am looking for Gu Master Gu. I heard that he boarded Qing Ping Mountain and rushed back from Zhongzhou. I was not good at this horse. I left for more than two years ..."
Suddenly.
The corners of the eyes of Zhu Yun clear tears, holding Zhu Butterfly, saying nothing.
turn out to be.
People who never came out of the peach blossom rain that year, not only her.
The sky darkened.
Wuyun shrouded Qing Pingzhou.
As a spring thunder bombed, the earth fell into darkness, and the rainstorm extinguished the flower of the wilderness.
Qingping West Border.
Gu Yusheng saw the yellow light of the tea shop in the rain gently swaying, and the flag of the tea shop drifted in the rain.
Chaimen closed tightly.
Tu Tu.
Gu Yusheng reached out and knocked on the door.
"Senior Joe, it's me, Gu Xiaoko."
Tu Tu.
It was knocked again for a while.
There is still no response.
Gu Yu's heart suddenly emptied.
Sweep inside, the tea furnace is cold, the dust is full of dust.
The lamp hanging on the door.
Maybe it's bright for him.
Maybe not.
The rain is even greater.
The water of the Huanhua River grows up gradually.
The horse was drenched.
Gu Yu's life was also wet clothes.
Take the horse forward.
The rain line flows along the cheek.
Two or three miles forward.
Feng Siniang's hotel lantern is brilliant, and there are guests with a sound of fisting.
Gu Yusheng's eyes were bright, and the horse walked to the big tree, tied the white horse to the rope pile.
"Sister Feng."
Gu Yusheng strode forward and pushed the door of the wine shop.
For a moment.
At the perspective of dozens of eyes, these people are all robbery, and the heads of heads are actually a old man of the year.
Four Sword Gate's Kendo Genius.
Zhuang Qi!
Today, he has been repaired in the late seven realm, and has already surpassed the four elders of the four sword guards of the four swordsmen that year.
There is a good look in Qingyunmen Mountain, no see.
I never thought.
Will meet in such a rainy night.
The courtyard practitioners were nearly a hundred, but they were secretly divided into two dials. One was the practitioners headed by Zhuang Qi, one was sword repair, the residual disciples of the four swordsmen, and the other was the family children of the family of the Lucheng Yin family in Xianhei.
Then, then
The four sword door was ransacked and destroyed by the three princes of the Xuanlong dynasty. The four sword door practitioners became the scattered cultivation of the world. Now they gather next to Zhuang Qi to come back in Tu Dongshan.
However, the Yin family of the elders of the four swordsmen ghosts that year also fancy the remains of the rest of the four swordsmen.
Never started on both sides.
The swords are tense.
The appearance of Gu Yu's life made the two sides involuntary.
When Zhuang Qi saw Gu Yusheng's yard, the whole person was stunned like a lightning strike, and he was dull and motionless.
When the family of the Yin family, when looking at Gu Yu's face, it was also pale and full of horror in her eyes. The scene where the ancestors of the Yin family of the Rucheng year were still lingering.