The setting sun is like fire, the water is flowing under the small bridge, and the water surface is sparkling. Tianquan lowers his eyes, seeming a little melancholy.
He bent down and stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips touched ripples on the water. In the swaying reflection, the woman's beautiful figure flashed away. Tianquan subconsciously turned around, only to see nothing but emptiness.
Tianquan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He somewhat understood why Qian Xiaoxiao started to avoid him again. When he was so sensitive, it was a good thing for him to keep the distance between them longer.
Qian Xiaoxiao didn't want to let her identity affect him, especially now that the masters of the Shangguan family had gathered together and were ready to come to seek justice. Tianquan should not cause more trouble.
But this time the irrational person turned out to be Tianquan himself. There seemed to be a fire in his heart that kept evaporating his rationality. Even if he knew it would cause misunderstanding, he still wanted to meet the other person. There were too many things he didn't say.
Exported.
But Qian Xiaoxiao didn't let him get his wish.
It should be said that the "resurrection from the dead" Yue Lifeng completely shattered Qian Xiaoxiao's desperate and beautiful hopes. If the Shangguan family tried their best, they would have Yushu Zhenren of the Qingcheng sect to protect Tianquan from the wind and rain.
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But Yue Lifeng of Xiaoyao Sect, this haunting guy has always been the biggest threat.
Qian Xiaoxiao is now in a great panic. She is very afraid that once Tianquan leaves her sight, she will never see her again at that moment.
So she had to endure the pain of not being able to see each other while silently guarding him in secret.
At both ends of the stream, Tianquan looked around confused in the light, and Qian Xiaoxiao endured pain in the dark. A round of setting sun fell into the Western Mountains, and the hazy moonlight accompanied by the cold light like blue mist slowly covered all of this.
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"It's very similar..."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's eyes were slightly lost in thought. She took off the mask on her face, and her gentle movements were as graceful and moving as if she were walking out of a painting.
Snap.
Lu Hanjiang formed a circle with black stones on the chessboard, and the white stone surrounded by it looked so helpless and pitiful.
This time, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was no longer silent. She lowered her eyes slightly, bent down and picked up a white seed, rubbed it between her fingers, and then threw it into the circle of black ones.
“It’s so confusing.”
Lu Hanjiang frowned and said with some distress: "Looking back carefully, they don't seem to have many unforgettable memories, so why are they like moths rushing to the flame, risking their own lives?"
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's expression was a little silent. After a while, she said: "Probably because of love."
"Hiss..." Lu Hanjiang rolled his neck and said a little funny: "You are so serious, but it makes me a little embarrassed..."
Although it wasn't to the point of getting goosebumps, Lu Hanjiang was still a little at a loss for Huangfu Xiaoyuan's frankness.
"You want to say it was love at first sight, ah, it does look like that at first glance. After all, based on the way the little girl looked back then, it is really unlikely that Brother Tianquan was motivated by lust."
Lu Hanjiang's words were very disturbing. It was a scene that could only be understood, and life was measured by short and long. The fragmented feeling of dreams torn apart by reality was very boring.
It's just that the relationship between Tianquan and Qian Xiaoxiao, even if it is described in words, it is difficult to find an absolutely suitable word.
However, Huangfu Xiaoyuan seems to be able to understand that Qian Xiaoxiao's feelings for Tianquan are more like the only beam of light in that lonely world, not salvation, but apart from him, this girl has nothing else.
Either choose to embrace this light, or continue to sink alone in a lonely world.
"It doesn't seem to be that similar..."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's sigh had a melancholy beauty that made all flowers eclipse. Lu Hanjiang cast a concerned and searching look: "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan's curved eyebrows suppressed all sentimentality, but the corners of her mouth slightly curved, as if she was crying.
She put on the mask again, and her tone became more deliberately humorous: "I just realized again that we are indeed a group of evil people, always destroying these seemingly beautiful things."
"If I did anything to make you think I'm a good person, then I'm really sorry."
Lu Hanjiang twitched the corners of his lips, and then said: "Also, if possible, please don't imitate that stinky girl and talk like that. After all, there are already a lot of headaches for me."
As he spoke, a fireball streaked across the moonless night sky in the distance. Lu Hanjiang handed over the Moon Shadow Sword at hand: "It's newly baked, let's give it a try."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan picked up the sword and jumped out of the window sill. During the ups and downs, her eyes never left the stream that became increasingly noisy.
Under the mask, a faint sigh came out: "It really doesn't look like it."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan turned around and ran in the completely opposite direction. Behind her, as the bolide slowly passed by in the night sky, more and more knights and knights from the world rushed in from all directions, and the first night fell.
Next, the sounds of fighting gradually began.
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Next to the creek is a wide river bank. Not a single lamp is lit here, but compared to other places, the firelight here is scary.
Tianquan's hand holding the sword was unexpectedly steady. Under the dim moonlight, the air was filled with a pungent smell that made people breathless.
It was the smell of blood, which was unpleasant and disturbing, but Tian Quan's expression remained normal, perhaps because the scene in front of him had been played out in his mind countless times.
Through the many flaring torches, in the dim light of the moon, the figure of a woman in black could be vaguely seen.
"Taoist Priest Tianquan, if you find your way back, we will not embarrass you. If you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for not giving Yushu face!"
The warning from the person in front of him brought Tian Quan's thoughts back to reality. He smiled bitterly, but did not put down the sword in his hand.
When more and more evidence points to the fact that Qian Xiaoxiao has truly become a witch, Tianquan once had no choice but to ask herself such a question——
If one day, the little girl is besieged by a group of righteous heroes, will he choose to stand with the other party? Or, can he choose to stand with the other party?
He couldn't answer the latter question, but he now knew the answer to the first question. He couldn't choose to turn a blind eye while watching Qian Xiaoxiao besieged.
Tianquan's unwavering eyes made everyone's expressions darken, and the leader sighed: "Taoist Priest Tianquan seems to have been deceived by the demonic witch. In this case, everyone... take action."
Tianquan was unable to make the "correct" decision that everyone expected him to make, and he still retained that innocence in his heart. Even if blood flowed from both sides, he was still willing to believe that there was a way to convince everyone to let go of their hatred.
This was an idiotic dream. He actually knew it, but he resolutely chose to go down this path. This was not stupidity, but a great courage.
He definitely did not make up a self-deceptive excuse to avoid the truth, but pursued an illusory future with a down-to-earth approach. Without great perseverance and courage, it is impossible to achieve this.
Just like the strongest move of the Qingcheng Sect's Sword Control Technique, the sword light created by the fractal sword is not a vain fantasy, but a real possibility. What is contained in each sword energy is
This is the true meaning of what the swordsman sees and cuts for.
Tianquan had a sword hanging in the air, holding the sword formula in one hand, and the glazed sword light shot straight into the sky. Amidst the clear and clear sound of the sword, like a clear spring in a deep valley, the night sky above his head seemed to have become a whirlpool, with countless stars spinning and shining in it.
In an instant, the sword was as strong as the wind in the surrounding area, setting off a frenzy like a wave, reflecting the stars above the head. In the harsh and sharp roar, thirteen rays of sword light shot out in all directions, and the light hit the ground like a meteor, shaking everything.