The sky is getting darker, and the remaining light of the sun is being torn apart by the void, like a crescent moon, hanging in the void.
In the misty light, a faint wisp of water vapor is rising from the mountains, shimmering with a bit of fairyland in the afterglow of the sun, which sets off the wilderness and presents a vibrant scene.
Strong grass grows all over the mountain, and old trees stand tall in the sky. Because they are covered with water vapor, they look lush and lush, like gods breathing out, facing the setting sun and proud of the ancient sky.
Lingcheng, Lingwu Mountain.
This mountain is buried with the laughter, grievances and hatreds of the past, as well as the memories and years of many people. Due to the bloody massacre, most of the martial arts cultivators who stood by this mountain died, and only a few martial arts cultivators were able to survive.
The years have passed and the heaven and earth have withered!
Although this mountain is still full of spirituality, it is already a barren mountain. The bloody disaster has passed, but the harm is eternal. People are unwilling to establish power on it. Things have changed and people have changed, which is completely unnecessary.
at this time.
On the barren hill in front of Lingwu Mountain, a small thatched hut has been almost covered by weeds. The decayed bamboo trees have collapsed. All that can be seen is the original site. The wind chime hanging at the door of the thatched hut is still there. It is buried in the soil and is half naked.
Exposed to the outside, the fine steel is mottled with rust.
The grass in front of the door is very tall. Twenty years ago, you could vaguely see the path covered by the grass. But now there is only waist-deep grass here, and there are only a few rotten trees left in the thatched hut through the wind.
Revealed among the swaying grass.
Decay, desolation!
This hut is buried here together with the characters of the past, as well as the beautiful stories of the past.
suddenly.
The strong wind roared, and the grass was completely torn to pieces by the strong wind. It formed a path and spread to the wasteland in front of the hut. In the strong wind, a beautiful girl appeared and flew down, looking at the deserted hut.
The eyes are filled with warmth and a touch of sadness.
At that time, the story started from here.
At that time, they were young and poor.
At that time, he was just an infant!
The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and she stared blankly at the hut, as if she was thinking about the past. Then, she took a step towards the hut, removed the strong grass around it, renovated the soil, and flattened it with her strength, making it as solid as a rock.
Not long after.
She picked up the rotten bamboo and threw it away, clearing a large open space. However, she carefully picked up the wind chime in the soil and protected it in the palm of her hand, smiling like a child.
"It's still there."
She spoke quietly, her voice was clear and crisp, like an oriole.
After a moment of obsession, she made a very important decision. She flew to the distant bamboo forest, chopped down the thick bamboo trees inside, carried them on her shoulders, and hurried back, weaving the bamboo trees into rows and inserting them together.
in the soil.
When the bamboo trees fall, half of the bamboo house has been formed.
then.
She raised the knife in her hand and carefully tended the bamboos to make them gentle and round. When juxtaposed together, they could protect against wind and rain. It lacked the solidity of fine steel dust and had more warmth of Chuchen's temperament. She was very satisfied with hers.
masterpiece.
then.
She then covered the bamboos with branches and leaves on the standing bamboo joints, tied them with hard rattan, and reinforced them front and back, like dragons and snakes entwining around the bamboos, outlining a perfect shape.
A hut stood in front of her!
The wind blows sparse shadows and swaying light fragrance.
"It's not quite the same as before." She said with a silly smile, although this hut was very different from before. It lacked the chill of the cold wind and had a touch of warmth. The hut before was like a refuge, but now
More like a home.
Home!
What a heartwarming word.
"One more bed is missing."
She smiled and cut the remaining bamboo wood into a bamboo bed. It was very strong and would not creak in the hut. Moreover, the bamboo bed was reinforced and rattan was passed under the bed, outlining a strange feeling.
The strange spiritual pattern, even with fierce power, may not be able to break it.
This bed is large enough for two people to sleep.
This bed is more cozy, enough for two people to be alone together!
This bed was filled with the warmth and attachment of her entire youth.
"And a pot!"
"And a spoon!"
Her body was in a hurry, busy with these things, like a diligent little daughter-in-law, working hard to create a home atmosphere. She didn't know if this was a complete home, she just wanted to do her best to take care of it before leaving.
feelings.
That's all.
"Will he like it?" she asked herself in her mind.
"He will like it!" she said with certainty in her heart.
In the breeze, her hair was flying, and her peaceful face was filled with joy.
Under the setting sun, a light stream of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her slim-fitting clothes clung to her body, perfectly outlining her plump body.
call out!
Suddenly, that beautiful body flew away, and a delicate sword flew through the air. The sword energy flew in all directions like lightning, penetrating the endless wasteland and suppressing the weeds.
In an instant, the grass and trees were flying, just like snowflakes flying down.
When she flew down, the entire wasteland changed, and the endless grass actually formed two characters.
The wind is clear!
Lingfeng's wind, Lingqing's clearness!
A clear moon climbs up the branches, just above the willow branches above the moon, where people meet after dusk!
After doing all this, Ling Qing sat down on the kneading grass very demurely, washed and skinned a wild wolf that she had accidentally killed, put it in the pot and cooked it, under the light of the slight fire.
She is bright and charming.
She is such a simple woman!
I don't know when.
A young man has come to the wilderness. He stood among the grass and watched this scene from a distance. He watched her build a hut with her own hands, make a bamboo bed with her own hands, and cook delicious food with her own hands. She was still as beautiful as before.
.
His hands and feet were stiff and his mood was wet.
Such kindness and cherishment would move even a stone-hearted person. He lives because of her, and she has lived for him even more these years. She has fought on the battlefield and fought bloody battles for tens of thousands of miles. She has sacrificed so much for him.
Can!
She never asked for anything, she was like a hard-working little daughter-in-law who never complained.
but!
She didn't know how heavy this feeling was. It was so heavy that it suffocated Ling Feng. She was the only one in this world. If she lost herself, she would have no one to care for and she would be alone.
In the past, she had no direction and she worked hard because of Ling Feng.
Now, she has a direction, but it is Ling Feng's direction!
"sister!"
Ling Feng shouted in a low voice, but tears were already dripping on the strong grass. He suddenly understood that she wanted to replicate her previous life. The battles in these years were not what she wanted. She only wanted to depend on him for life, even if she was alone.
He walked towards the hut step by step, looking at the wind chimes hung up again in front of the door, his heart became even more moist.
"Xiao Feng, you're here." Ling Qing walked out happily and gently pulled Ling Feng to sit down: "I made wolf soup."
"sister!"
"..."
Ling Qing's body trembled, but he did not turn around, but said in a stiff voice: "Sit down and drink the soup."
"Um!"
After eating a bowl of warm wolf soup, they picked up some firewood in the wind and lit it in the thatched hut. Then the sister and brother cuddled up on the bamboo bed, just like back then. The difference was that they were still young and full of emotions in their hearts.
Very simple.
But at this time, it was a delicate touch, a piece of skin and a look, as well as the sincere eyes and beating heart. "Xiao Feng, can I change my name?" Ling Qing said quietly, her pretty face was very gray, and
Looking forward to it.
"Why?"
"I don't want to be your sister!" Ling Qing turned around and looked directly into Ling Feng's eyes.
So sincere and so persistent.
She doesn’t want to be a sister, she wants to be a heroine!
She said it so clearly, how could he pretend to be confused?
"Isn't this... not good?" Ling Feng said thoughtfully.
"..."
Ling Qing's eyes were gloomy. She had tried her best, she had exhausted all her thoughts, but some things were difficult to change. She was not a person who was good at expressing her feelings, but she was the most persistent in her heart.
"I know!"
Ling Qing choked and said: "Only that person is suitable for you."
"Only that person is worthy of you, but I always want to give myself more time to make myself better." Ling Qing murmured: "I want to work hard to get closer to you."
"But I know better that you can't force this kind of thing, but people are so selfish."
Ling Feng said nothing, holding this delicate woman with burning eyes. He knew how this woman felt about him.
"Ling Feng, I have fallen in love with you!"
Ling Qing's tears fell down drop by drop: "It will be difficult for me to fall in love with someone else in the future. What do you want me to do?"
"clear……"
"Lingfeng, if you don't love me, then give me a child."
Ling Qing suddenly became excited and said foolishly: "If you leave, at least I have something to think about. I still have him."
Finished.
She turned around with all her strength and pressed Ling Feng under her body. She kissed Ling Feng's mouth with her thin and cold jade lips. Her fragrant jade hand stretched out to Ling Feng's waist and pulled Ling Feng's belt.
Tear off.
The jade belt is all gone, and the hair is stretched out.
It is when the spring breeze blows and the mood of spring is hazy.
"I'm afraid of being alone!"
Years of love exploded at the moment when they were about to leave. Ling Qing could no longer suppress it, letting tears crawl all over her delicate cheeks, and letting her restless heart tear away a layer of restraints.
At this moment, she just wanted to try to love him one last time.
This time, she wants a baby!
How simple?
How stupid?
Ling Feng was stunned. Looking at Ling Qing's face so close to him, his heart almost melted. How could he not have feelings for her after so many years? It's just that he hadn't thought about how to deal with this kind of thing yet.
But now Ling Qing was devouring his heart with such almost crazy words and faint infatuation.
The past is like smoke!
He didn't want this woman to get hurt at all, not even himself.
He gently pushed Ling Qing away, looked her in the eyes and said, "Qing, Ling is your last name. What I mean is that I should change my name to Feng Ling Tianxia, or Tudou."
"You...are annoying!"
Ling Qing blushed delicately and said: "Don't change your name, I want your name to have my surname, no matter now or in the future, and you are the protagonist and the future of the Nishen, let alone change your name."
"From now on, I will be clear!"
Ling Qing looked at Ling Feng longingly and said, "Your Qingling!"
ps: I’ve been driving for a long day today and I’m exhausted.
In addition: The emotional scene before the breakup is very troublesome. Liu Xiang, a newbie in romance, is working hard to write it, but she is not very satisfied.
The relationship between Ling Feng and Ye Xinran is intense.
Ling Feng and Ling Qing's ignorance is more bitter and sweet. I will try my best to write about it. Don't ask me if they are two heroines. Liu Xiang doesn't know either.
I’ll just update it today, and there will be more updates in the next two days.