The gentle wind carried a touch of smoke, shrouding the quiet Qingluan Pavilion, as hazy as a girl's heart.
In the ancient and vicissitudes of Qingluan Pavilion, at the edge of the wooden railing, a woman in white clothes is sitting quietly and peacefully. At the woman's feet, there is an ancient sword.
On Yun Qiyou's slender white fingertips, a green hairpin was gently turning. The green hairpin was like flowing water in the gap between her fingertips, and it seemed to be integrated with the peaceful and quiet environment around her.
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Late at night.
The sky was covered with stars, and the moon was like water, crystal clear. Yun Qiyou slowly stood up, grabbed Zhan Chen at his feet, jumped down from the Qingluan Pavilion hanging on the cliff, and then turned into a
A white light flew along the steep cliff towards the back mountain.
Ye Xiaochuan had dinner in the canteen. This was the most outrageous and stinking moment in his life. No matter who he met, the Cangyun Sect disciples took the initiative to greet him and said: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Xiaochuan for entering."
Top Forty.”
Although he couldn't remember how he defeated Sun Yao at that time, Ye Xiaochuan was too lazy to find out. At this moment, he finally confirmed that he had indeed advanced to the third round and squeezed into the top forty.
After coming out of the dining hall, he returned to his residence. His old alcoholic master was not there, but there seemed to be a jar of fine wine in the wine cellar. It must have been that when he went to eat, his alcoholic master had come back, holding a bottle of wine in his arms.
I don’t know where to go to enjoy the delicious wine from the jar.
Ye Xiaochuan felt bored and couldn't fall asleep after sleeping for such a long time, so he wandered around Samsara Peak.
Unknowingly, he walked onto the quiet path leading to the back mountain. At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly thought that when he left Siguo Cliff a few days ago, he went directly to the mountain top square to sign up for the fighting competition.
My small emergency escape backpack is still there. There is some change of clothes in the backpack. I happen to be fine at the moment, so I go to Siguoya to get it back.
He quickened his pace and trotted along the quiet path, and soon reached the direction of the back mountain.
At the end of the quiet path is the Moon Watching Platform, one of the six scenic spots in Cangyun. Far away from the Moon Watching Platform is Siguo Cliff, which once imprisoned Ye Xiaochuan for three months, but made Ye Xiaochuan a blessing in disguise.
The crescent moon hangs high, and the stars cast shadows. It is said that around midnight on a full moon night, this viewing platform will show a wonderful scene on earth. It is the first half of the month now, and I think I won’t be able to see the legendary beauty tonight.
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A beautiful woman dressed in white as snow stood on the moon-watching platform. She stood here for who knows how long. Her motionless and graceful body seemed to have turned into a white jade stone sculpture, blending into the bright moonlight.
Suddenly, an unusual sound came faintly from the dark depths in the distance. Was it singing?
But why is this singing so unpleasant?
The woman in white's expression moved slightly, and she turned around and hid in the shadow behind a tall rock beside the viewing platform. The darkness was like an invisible mouth, swallowing up this beautiful woman's figure in an instant.
After a while, from the quiet path leading to the watch platform, a young man's figure gradually emerged, but the first thing that came was a tone-deaf singing voice, like a broken gong.
"I am a little little bird! I fly but I can't fly high! I searched and searched, and I found a great magic weapon. I didn't give it to anyone, so I kept it for myself... I am a little little bird...
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This singing voice is as unpleasant as it sounds, it can't be described in words.
The woman in white, who was hidden in the darkness, frowned slightly. It seemed that she suddenly heard this unbearable singing on this beautiful moon viewing platform, and even she couldn't bear it.
Ye Xiaochuan sang a song and jumped to the moon-watching platform. He didn't have any artistic ability to appreciate the beautiful scenery. After arriving at the moon-watching platform, he didn't even look at the beautiful scenery around him. He rose into the air and flew more than ten feet away.
Outside, I am familiar with Siguoya.
The singing gradually became quieter, but since it was not far from Siguo Cliff, the very unpleasant and harsh singing could still be vaguely heard in the darkness.
The woman in white quietly walked out of the dark corner where she had just disappeared, and her cold and extremely clear eyes looked at the moon viewing platform opposite.
"It's him."
She whispered softly to herself.
After thinking about it on the cliff, Ye Xiaochuan quickly found the small escape emergency backpack left here. When he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave it.
How many people's lives have been changed by this small cliff platform over thousands of years?
Back then, if Senior Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of Cangyun Sect, had not discovered the cultivation classics on the stone wall here, wouldn't there be no Cangyun Sect in the world that has been passed down for thousands of years?
Ye Xiaochuan's bright and agile eyes looked at the stone wall that changed his destiny. The words on the stone wall had already been scratched out by himself. Because he practiced the Qiankun sword here, the stone wall was riddled with holes like pockmarks on his face.
Generally, hundreds of large and small sword holes are distributed on that stone wall.
Suddenly, for some reason, the image of a handsome young man in white appeared in Ye Xiaochuan's mind. That young man seemed to be the most handsome man he had ever seen. With his innate unruly and aloofness, he seemed to have also stood before him.
Standing on the Siguo Cliff, you can look down upon all the sentient beings in the world and look up proudly at the nine heavens.
Soon, Ye Xiaochuan remembered that this man was the handsome young man in the strange dream he had not long ago. That dream seemed real and illusory, and fake and real. As time went by, even he himself couldn't figure it out.
, is that a dream?
Suddenly, Ye Xiaochuan pulled out the ancient bladeless sword in his hand. The blue light of the sword flashed, and rocks rained down. After a while, part of the stone wall that was originally riddled with holes was immediately cleared out.
Ye Xiaochuan turned his wrist and sharply turned his sword, and he actually splashed ink on the stone wall and wrote paragraphs of text.
After a long time, Ye Xiaochuan returned his sword to its sheath, stood on the stone wall and read the words for a long time, and then nodded with satisfaction.
He said to himself: "Whether it was a dream or not, this place has always been the place that changed my life's destiny. Senior Sword God, it's time for you to rest in peace for someone as smart and handsome as me."
After saying that, he picked up his small backpack, used his body skills, and flew towards the moon-watching platform on the opposite side, and finally gradually disappeared on the quiet path.
After a moment, a ray of white light gently fell on the stone platform where Ye Xiaochuan was standing just now, and the slim white figure looked so thin in the dark night wind.
The woman in white slowly raised her head and looked at the words that Ye Xiaochuan had left on the stone wall. Suddenly, her body seemed to shake unnoticed.
