Phoenix lanterns were flying in the night sky. There was a rain tonight, but it was dispersed by the monks of Lingxiao Pavilion.
Jiang Anan grabbed Ye Qingyu's hand and jumped around in the market.
She played with the phoenix lantern tonight and floated over the entire Cloud City. She ate a lot of delicious food and was extremely happy.
"Sister Qingyu, look at this, this!"
Xiao Anan pointed to a jade jade on the roadside stall. It was oval in shape, pure white in color, and engraved with auspicious cloud-like patterns. It was really exquisite.
"Does it look good?"
Ye Qingyu nodded seriously: "An An has very good eyesight!"
Jiang Anan grinned, turned her head, and said to the stall owner obediently: "Can I see this jade of yours?"
The stall owner was an old woman with white hair. After hearing this, she handed over the jade jewel with a smile: "Of course you can, little beauty."
Jiang Anan tilted her head in embarrassment, holding the piece of white jade, and whispered to Ye Qingyu: "Sister, do you think my brother Dai Yu is good-looking?"
Her voice was very low, as if she was afraid that someone would overhear her and grab her.
Ye Qingyu thought for a while. When he first saw Jiang Wang at Yuheng Peak, he seemed to be wearing jade around his waist. Later, when we met again, he didn't see it anymore.
"It's pretty," she said.
"Then I'll buy this!" Jiang Anan became happy.
Seeing her touching the silver coins in the squirrel box, Ye Qingyu also laughed: "Is this the New Year's gift you bought for your brother?"
Jiang Anan was counting the coins, mumbling something, and nodding vigorously.
"Then where did you get the money to buy your brother a New Year's gift?" Ye Qingyu deliberately teased her.
"My brother gave it to me!" Jiang An'an replied crisply. She didn't think there was anything wrong with using her brother's money to buy gifts for her brother. She turned around and bargained with the stall owner: "Mother-in-law, I bought this, can you give it to me?"
Is it cheaper?"
Ye Qingyu couldn't help but cover his face. This silly girl, they haven't even started quoting yet.
The old woman smiled so much that her wrinkles piled up: "I'll give you the cheapest price!"
After paying the bill and taking the jade in her hand, Xiao Anan's eyes turned into crescent moons. She put the jade into the squirrel box with great treasure, then obediently held Ye Qingyu's hand and said happily: "Sister Qingyu,
Let’s go find my brother!”
Those soft little hands bring a kind of warmth on a cold night.
In the crowded market, Ye Qingyu lowered her head and saw the stars. They were all shining in her eyes.
At this moment, Ye Qingyu was so able to understand Jiang Wang's love for Jiang An'an.
Who can not love Jiang Anan?
Her heart is as pure as glass, and there are stars in her eyes.
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The bright moon shining on Yuncheng did not visit Xin'an City tonight.
The dark clouds put the bright moon to shame, and the beasts under the clouds are still fighting.
Life and death are eternal divisions.
Dong Ah never gave up any chance to resist.
Even with only one arm and one leg left, he is still fighting.
Even if he is hitting with his head or biting with his teeth, he is still fighting.
Tried my best.
He asked himself that he should have tried his best. He was worthy of his official position, worthy of the responsibilities on his shoulders, and worthy of all the choices he made along the way.
After all six killing nails were driven in and all his limbs were severed, he was finally unable to move anymore.
He was nailed to the ground, knowing that he would no longer have a chance.
His reaction was bland.
There is no fear and no despair.
It seemed as if the cold night was already deep, as if he was just about to fall asleep...and he accepted the fact that he was falling asleep.
In this battle that took place on the streets of Xin'an City, Dong A and Jiang Wang deliberately controlled the scope of the battle and did not even affect the people's homes on both sides of the long street.
They remained silent throughout the entire battle. They only greeted each other at the beginning.
"Teacher, long time no see."
"Yeah. It's been a long time."
This is the only dialogue.
Except for themselves, probably no one can know their mood.
In this battle that took place in Xin'an City, no matter how tragic the battle was, no matter how serious the injuries were, the two fighting men did not even groan in pain.
Silence faces each other...silence fights.
Pain in silence, endure in silence.
This pair of former masters and disciples seemed to have the same tenacity and the same stubbornness.
Even at this moment, Dong'a's limbs were cut off and his endless magical power was nailed to death, but he didn't say a word.
He just felt the cold aura coming from these six spikes, felt the powerless attempts of the magical seeds in his body, and felt the blood flowing away without restraint.
The feeling of life passing slowly was so clear and concrete for the first time.
He looked at Jiang Wang quietly, wondering what kind of efforts this student had put in to obtain this set of spikes, and what kind of stories he had gone through.
"It seems that I have missed a lot..." he thought in his heart.
Jiang Wang knelt down on Dong A, restricting his movements, and at the same time looked at him silently.
Jiang Wang couldn't see any emotion in Dong Ana's Shen Yi eyes.
In addition to his unconscious twitching eyelids, it may also indicate that he is not completely incapable of feeling physical pain.
That's good.
He can feel pain, even if it's only physically... and that's good.
Jiang Wang silently turned his sword back and slowly moved towards Dong A's neck.
This process is slow, but there is no pause.
Dong Ah's eyes followed the sword, and he clearly knew that death was approaching.
Approach firmly.
"What's the name of this sword?" He opened his mouth and asked.
Jiang Wang crossed the long sword, allowing him to see the three-character inscription "Swallow Returns to the Nest" on the sword.
"It's called Sauvignon Blanc."
I looked all over the eaves but found nothing, and the spring swallows couldn't fly back to their nests.
Wandering around the old city, I cry in vain, the cold and heat of the four seasons are gone!
The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the sword is named Swallow Returning to the Nest.
This sword, this feeling, this heart!
Dong Ah withdrew his gaze.
"I understand." he said.
At that moment, there was a very complicated look in his eyes, but it only fleetingly passed.
The sky is dark and it will rain.
Sauvignon Blanc slowly came closer and finally lay across Dong Ah's neck.
Jiang Wang looked into Shen Yi's eyes and asked, "Don't you have anything to explain?"
Dong Ah laughed.
His stern face turned out to be unexpectedly unrestrained when he smiled.
He smiled arrogantly: "Kid, keep working hard. You are not qualified yet, so you have to ask me for an explanation."
This was the first time Jiang Wang saw this man smile.
It's also the last time.
The long sword was pulled across, and a human head was chopped off.
In Dong'a's body, the Tongtian Palace collapsed, and the three inner palaces collapsed one after another... The muffled sounds were like the sound of firecrackers, welcoming the new year.
Even the green magical seed in the second inner palace has dissipated.
Life is lost.
On New Year's Eve of the year 3918 in the Dao calendar, Dong A was beheaded in Xin'an City, the capital of the Zhuang Kingdom.
Boom!
Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder exploded.
The sky was dark and heavy, and the showers that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.
Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of kneeling down on Dong A, pulling out the killing nails one by one and putting them away.
His movements are slow and serious.
Dong Ah is dead, Dong Ah is truly dead.
Jiang Wang looked up at the sky, and the raindrops all over the sky were falling towards him.
This is New Year's Eve in the year 3918 in the Tao calendar.
Because it was raining, because the rain was too heavy, Jiang Wang couldn't tell whether he was crying or not!
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[Originally I wanted to end it this way, because this is the scene I really want to freeze.
In the opening chapter of Good Night Volume, Jiang Wang left Yuncheng and walked down the Cloud Stairs, leaving only his back to the world. And An An was in Ye Qingyu's arms, stepped onto the Cloud Stairs, and walked up to the sky.
At that time, I thought of today's scene, one in Yuncheng, one in Xin'an, one in laughter, one in sadness. This is Jiang Wang's choice and Jiang Wang's responsibility.
I have revised this chapter many times, and every time it is good, but I want the best.
Finally, it is presented to everyone.
This is the importance of saving the manuscript. If you don't save the manuscript, you can only make occasional adjustments.
The ending here is also very good, full of emotions, and very consistent with my personal aesthetics.
But considering the overall layout of the article, I sat there all day and had a better choice.