The leaders of many organizations have changed, some for one generation, some for two, some for several generations, and some organizations have collapsed and have never been able to keep up with him.

The people who followed him changed one stubble after another, only the girl was still the same, at this time, she seemed to be quiet, she found a harbor, after decades of baptism, her heart, seems to be getting rid of the darkness, back to flawless.

Until that year, he returned to Yuxue Mountain.

At this moment, heaven and earth naturally seemed to play the sound of the piano, cheering for his return, the notes of the Tao, resounding through the void, the snow-white void, the rainbow crossing, the flawless clouds, floating in the sky.

Countless people saw this scene, and this scene was like a miracle, and it appeared in front of the world like that.

Su Shaoliu has lived for a long time since then, still like in the past, there are countless people who believe in him, but he can't bear the loneliness of time, when the prosperity is gone, the gods on the mountain are still the same, but the people under the mountain have turned into dust.

His appearance was made into a statue for the world to worship, and after a long time, there was a real response.

Time is like flowing water, maybe he is here, he will forget the time, the white clothes of the year, accompany him through the spring and autumn period, spend a long time, but after all, the life span of the white clothes is still limited, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, she is no longer a girl, but several transformations, until old age.

The female demon of the year has long since turned away from her anger, just like the original appearance of the newly transformed.

is about to die of old age, and she is unwilling.

She walked through the prosperity and the darkness, and in the end, what she wanted the most was actually to be his bride.

He is still the same, as young as when he first met, for so many years, his face has never changed, and his heart has never wavered.

But she has changed.

Maybe if you don't leave, you won't be infected with so many tribulations, and you won't die, just like him.

But she can't survive the years after all, she is already old.

On this day, she made this wish.

He didn't reply, as before, pure and unsullied.

On this day, Xiaozhu hung up the red silk, she cried with joy, and went to a distant town to buy a set of extremely beautiful wedding dresses, and also bought a set of red clothes for him, he put them on indifferently, there was no joy on his face, and there was no other expression, as in the past.

This night, she snuggled up to his side, and he said lightly, "You, old." ”

Birth, old age, sickness and death, he has long been obsessed, but at this time, he let the old words into his heart.

She didn't speak, and she knew that no matter how much she said, he wouldn't say a second word to her.

In the last days of the rest of her life, she hoped that it would be enough to snuggle quietly like this.

Quietly, she lowered her hand, his expression did not change much, but his face was rapidly aging, and in the blink of an eye, he seemed to be dozens of years old.

The long piano sounded to itself, and the mourning music sounded, the world and the earth were sad, and the heaven and the earth inexplicably fell different snowflakes, and the pieces of snowflakes were like the funeral songs of the heavens and the earth.

"I'm old, too. ”

He lowered his eyes, and his body disappeared with the wind and snow, floating between heaven and earth.

Her body also drifted away with him.

The whole small building, only the pieces of red silk, a touch of red shadow on the long piano, are so eye-catching, she can't see it, he can't see it.

Quietly, the wind and snow kept falling, year after year, year after year, the wind and snow finally submerged Xiaozhu and flooded Changqin.

The god of Yuxue Mountain, in the mythology of the local people, a statue, standing there, seems to be able to feel the suffering of the world, can hear people's requests.

In the country of Xue Ling, the girl was sad, and her tears flowed, but they could not be recovered, and she also died on this day.

The people of Xueling Country mourned, and the country was full of vegetarians.

The legendary Snow Country, a distant country, at the end of heaven and earth, the pillars of the Snow Spirit Country collapsed, and the entire country began to decline, and was finally sealed by history.

This story fell on the ears of different people, with different understandings, Baili Qinghe just took a sip of wine, and it was still as elegant as in the past.

The other daughters were a little sad and left tears, and Liu Ruhua picked up the piano carefully, as if playing the last elegy for them.

Her piano is more and more into the heart, and every tone seems to fall on people's hearts.

Mo Chenxiao found that there was an inexplicable force reviving in her body, which seemed to be her blood.

"What's going on with that girl in Snow Country?" asked Gu Xiaoshi.

"That's another story. Mo Chenxiao said mysteriously.

Su Shaoliu, his whole life is not as elegant as his name.

Maybe he is destined to be a lifetime of dust, and he is far away from the world, but he is still stained with dust, and when he is still struggling with Hongchen, how can he not be stained with dust?

"Brother Chenxiao, you see, Sister Tassel taught me. ”

Xiaoya learned a new dance, dancing in front of everyone, Xiaoya's body is softer, and more elegant, flying up and down, showing off the sky, extraordinarily beautiful.

"I'll play the music. Liu Ruhua was full of interest, the strings were plucked, the cheerful tone sounded, and the little girl beat with the syllables.

Like a paradise-like small village, the cheerful tone is sounding day by day, and the number of pedestrians gradually increases, they will stop and listen quietly, and after a long time, they also know that this small village is inhabited by a fairy-like girl, who often dances, and there is an earthly beauty, who often plays the piano and sings songs.

Gu Suyi walked on the land for a long time, and finally approached Xiaocen Village, on this day, he was eating food there calmly, and in the small courtyard next door, the piano sounded, like a heavenly sound.

He listened quietly until the end of the song, he heard a faint human voice, from there, he did not get up, but paused for a while, paid for the meal, got up and left, he wanted to go deeper, deep into the mountains and forests, to experience more artistic conception.

In the past, his distance was only from the house to the courtyard, occasionally on the street, and rarely away from it on weekdays, at this time, he was able to stay away from the cage, walk on the earth, see more colors, experience more natural artistic conception, his sword, is also becoming more and more transparent, he will all thoughts, all artistic conceptions, and finally add to the sword.

He sharpens the sword with the will, sharpens the sword with nature, the wind, sharpens the sword, the grass, sharpens the sword, the water, sharpens the sword, he listens to the voice of nature, he listens with the heart, and reveals with the sword.

As for Gu Suyi's instructions, he seems to have forgotten it, but he knows that he has not forgotten, if Gu Suyi's description is correct, then he rashly went to find it, and there will be no result, because he knows himself well, and he will not easily know a person, maybe he has seen it, he knows it, and he doesn't know it.

In his heart, there are too many blanks, but he doesn't want to fill them, and he doesn't need those things to fill, he has his own attachments, he has his own ideas, as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, then everything is as calm as water, once he touches the scales, it is a thunderstorm.

Gu Suyi didn't know where the road he was still moving forward was, perhaps, even if he knew, he wouldn't pay attention to it.

He stepped into the deeper path.

Yucheng, after several twists and turns, just when everything seemed to be settled, and Donglin'an seemed to be relieved, Donglin'an died violently.

There are not many people who know how he died, only one maid Xiao Cui, and another person, someone who can't be expected.

Dong Lin'an didn't expect that he didn't dare to imagine in this way, and Chunzhi was stunned by that scene.

Harue is dead.

The news of Donglin'an's violent death came out, and soon the city gate was opened, and those families were not given a chance to investigate at all, until Gusu Zhanlu led the iron-masked army to occupy the imperial city, and still no one knew who betrayed them and betrayed the imperial city.

They were detained, racking their brains to think about it, but they still didn't understand that Gusu Zhanlu naturally would not publicize it, but quickly took control of the imperial city and cleared it.

He won't give the family another chance, all the families, won't.

After a purge of the Imperial City, the entire imperial city was almost hollowed out, some people were co-opted, but many people were executed, the stronger the family, the greater the influence, and the more sufficient the destruction.

The family in the east has since become the dust of history and will never be found.

The situation faced by those aristocratic families is basically similar, but it is slightly better than that of the Donglin family, and only the small family can be preserved.

The imperial city was broken, and the world was once again frightened, only the last city, Zhu Cheng, could it stop the footsteps of the Gusu clan?

After many days of sleep, Dong Guoyang woke up, seemed to have recovered his past emotions, and spent a few days quietly, until the imperial city was really broken, and it seemed that the situation was really as Zhu Shigui said at the beginning.

Zhu Cheng closed the city, and there was no longer a trace of luck.

In just a few days, the iron-faced army turned around and began to attack Zhucheng, but the defense was indeed impregnable, coupled with those fortifications, Gusu Zhanlu knew that in the absence of internal response, Zhucheng was unbreakable.

But he didn't evacuate, he was testing human nature, he didn't believe that the people of Zhucheng were shrouded in panic about breaking the city every day, and no one could bear it.

As long as someone is the first bird, they have a chance to catch in.

There won't be too many soldiers in Zhucheng, and it won't be more than 30,000 when it's full, and this is still counting their temporary conscription, and it's difficult to think about more.

Yiguo now has six cities, with a total population of millions, and the total number of soldiers is only about 200,000.

Because of this, as long as they are given a gap, they can take advantage of the void and capture Zhucheng.

The army wandered, and Zhu Cheng couldn't defend it, so it was consumed, and time flowed quickly.

Half a month later, Gu Suyi walked into the boundary of Longshou Mountain, this land, seems to contain a special spirituality, he stopped for a long time, and then went up the mountain, on the mountain, he saw a tombstone, the monument is nameless, just like that, only one person knows, under each tombstone, there is a person buried, he does not know the name, but he set up a tombstone.

He stood on the top of the mountain with a halberd for many days.

Gu Suyi went up the mountain, he felt it, and until Gu Suyi stepped forward, he still didn't look back.

Gu Suyi looked at the mountain-like figure in front of him, and asked cautiously, "Senior." ”

"You are a descendant of the Mo family. ”

Gu Su Yi was stunned, "No, I am a person from the Gu Su clan, and my name is Gu Su Yi." ”

"It's not ......!" said Zhan Wuyi, who was silent.

Is it really dead?

What about the teenager?

Gu Suyi's sleeves flicked, the ground was swept by flying sand, and Tuo Yi's face "Do you know him?"