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?"
To be continued...