(Cat flutter Chinese) tide singing, one after another. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test It is a ballad that has been sung for countless years, it comes from ancient times, it has reflected the vast sky, it has projected the vast sea of stars, and it has witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

It may be the oldest ballad in the world, like the song sung by an old woman who has lost her teeth and sits on a rocking chair for a sleeping baby in her arms, with all the joys and sorrows of her life, and all the clutches of her life.

It is one of the most beautiful ballads in the world, a simple melody, but it goes deep into the deepest part of the human heart.

The deepest softness, and the deepest warmth, were released in that instant. It makes people immersed in eternal dreams, and they don't want to wake up again.

It turned out to be a gentle lullaby, and it was no wonder that the uneasy mind became soothed in an instant.

A faint moon hangs high above the sea, and the quiet moonlight sprinkles all over the sea, making the sea surface sparkling, rippling with the water, and has been spreading into people's dreams.

It was as if the clear light sprinkled by that bright moon illuminated countless dreams, illuminated the path to return to people at night, and illuminated everything in the Six Realms.

And so the whole world fell into peace. The bright moon is probably one of the coldest and weirdest things in the world.

It's out of reach, but it's within reach. It is bleak, but it is partial. It's too cold, but it feels too gentle.

It's too lonely, but it makes people feel too easy. The bright moon hung low above the sea, reflecting a shadow that was stretched out and somewhat deformed and blurred.

The rain is still dripping. The raindrops that hit the sea were ticking, and there were ripples on the calm water, making the projection of the bright moon more and more seriously distorted, but it also made the moonlight reflected on the water surface more and more agile and lively, as if it was moving.

Between the sea and the sky, there is a faint hazy water vapor like a light veil, swaying and dancing, making the reflection in the water blurred, making the bright moon under the night also hazy, and everything in the world is shrouded in a mysterious and distant tulle, very hazy.

Such a scene made everyone intoxicated, and the spirit spread with the moonlight, and also rippled with the wave of light.

But there is a mountain in the sky inexplicably, and that mountain is still falling. The mountain fell, letting out a low whimper, and the whistling of the wind was like a resentful Qiang flute floating from the ancient battlefield, whimpering.

The wind swept the rain, causing it to deflect itself and drift off into the distance, as if to send it to land.

But in the distance, there is still this boundless sea, and the raindrops still fall into the sea after all, and the sound of ticking has never stopped.

But under the bright moon, the rain has stopped, and only the cold wind remains. The cold wind lifted three thousand feet of green silk.

Three thousand feet of green silk are intertwined into a hazy night. The messy beauty gently stroked the messy green silk with her right hand holding the hilt of the sword.

So the brocade no longer danced, even though the mountain had been pressed over. That mountain finally fell before the bright moon.

That mountain cast an extremely faint shadow on the cold shadow of the bright moon, like a phantus that could only be seen thousands of miles away.

Thousands of miles away, everything is a phantom. So the mountain fell so abruptly on Mingyue, and a small black spot appeared on Mingyue's cold face.

A bright moon seems to be the face of a beauty, and a black spot is a small mole on the face of a beauty.

This is a very beautiful mole, as if it is a cinnabar mole between the two thin shallow eyebrows like a distant mountain, as if it is a tearful mole under the eyes of the autumn light flowing and miserable, and it seems to be a beautiful mole on the corner of the lips that is smiling and shallow.

A beautiful mole makes the beauty more beautiful and intoxicating. But no matter how beautiful a beauty is, there is no room for too many moles on her face.

Even if it is a beautiful mole, if there are too many, it will make people tired. So the mountains pierced through the void and fell, one after the other, forming a line.

The storm suddenly broke up the water surface with sparkling ripples under the drizzle, scattered, and beat one after another, and the reflection of the hazy and cold moon was shattered into one piece after another.

Mountains fell into the depths of a bright moon, leaving a vague shadow, but the bright moon was also covered with a very thin veil as if it was afraid of being ashamed, covering his face, making the brilliance a little dim.

The beautiful figure isolated under the moonlight pursed her lips slightly, and her moist lips flowed with a faint vermilion light against the background of rain and mist and waves.

The vicissitudes of life, the stars die and the moon sets, everything is changing. She also knew that the bright moon would also collapse one day, so she was already ready to use her sword.

With the sound of tide singing, An Luyun's right hand grasped the hilt of the slender ancient sword at his waist. It was a sword that was slightly cold to the touch, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable, but the coolness made people feel very comfortable and comfortable.

The hilt of the sword is very slippery, as if it is a piece of mutton fat jade that has been rubbed thousands of times, and it will not feel any stinging when held in the palm of the hand.

An Luyun's left hand pressed the scabbard, and the simple scabbard was dripping with moonlight, but it was a little hazy.

"Wow-" There was a slight sound, but it lasted for a long time. The slender ancient sword finally slowly slid out of its scabbard.

The ancient sword did slip out without any hindrance. The slight moan was not made by friction, but the pleasant murmur of a beautiful woman who had been asleep for a long time and stretched a long lazy waist after waking up.

The whispering voice is very soft, but it is cheerful and lively. It had been asleep for too long, and it was wonderful to finally wake up and be able to cross the sea in the darkness of night.

Bu Lingguan looked at the sword, and his expression changed a little. Of course, Bu Lingguan didn't know that sword, it was a sword whose reputation was not obvious in the past, and it might not be visible in the future.

But that sword is destined to leave the deepest impression in his memory. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

The slender sword of a beauty's waist let out a cheerful chuckle, and a faint layer of moonlight illuminated her crystal skin.

She seemed to be so happy that she decided to dance under the moon. Ling Bo microstepped, Luo socks dust. With her light and graceful dancing, she crossed the sea and came to the front of Buling Pass.

Bu Lingguan was slightly silent for a moment. He knew that he couldn't guard against the beauty like a sword, or the sword like a beauty.

Then the beauty passed through his body, and the sword pierced him in the chest. Bu Lingguan thinks very highly of himself, but he has to admit that this sword is really wonderful.

Wonderful, it's a girl. This sword is not only wonderful because it comes from a girl, but also because it manifests as a girl.

It's wonderful from the time of the tide singing. From the time the tide song sounded, the world became the world of that woman.

The bright moon, although it only emits a thin glow in the dark night, but on such a night, what could be brighter than the bright moon?

When the blue sea is tidal and the moon is bright on the sea, everything has already dimmed and faded, and only the woman is left, and only the bright moon remains.

It's wonderful. The blue sea tide is wonderful. The moon on the sea is wonderful. Lingbo under the moon is also wonderful. So many wonderful superpositions, it is naturally a very wonderful sword, even a wonderful sword.

Bu Lingguan had to accept it, and had to admit that this woman, saying that the Ten Swords could defeat him, was not empty words, not rampant.

It's just that a wonderful sword, although it stabbed him and injured him, it was not enough to determine the success or failure of everything.

There will be times when the bright moon is obscured by dark clouds. There will also be times when the sea will be filled by the Jingwei Rank Stone.

And the beauty will never be able to escape the fate of the twilight. Thousands of mountains fell into the bright moon one after another, and the cold light dimmed from the world.

The mountains are still falling, falling into the sea, as if they are the stones of the reclamation of the sea held by Jingwei, endlessly.

As a result, the sea was also filled. The years are passing and time is passing away. The laughter of the lightly dancing woman turned into a cry, and she caressed the wrinkled face on the bronze mirror, and two lines of clear tears fell, splashing a splash.

The man holding the sword held the sword in his hand that seemed to have lost its vitality and fell silent, and then smiled slightly, not defeat, not victory, just a peaceful smile.

At that moment, Bu Lingguan knew that maybe he was wrong. The sound of the tide, the sound of the tide song, the ancient and deep ballad sounded again, low and hoarse, singing for endless years.

The toothless old woman sitting on the rocking chair caressed the baby in her arms, squinted her eyes, and hummed the old song softly with a gentle smile.

That old ballad came from countless years ago. That old ballad sang all the joys and sorrows.

It was a nice ballad that was inexplicably reassuring. The sword that hummed softly passed through Bu Lingguan's body, just like the years, leaving traces, but it could never be captured.

"Good sword. Bu Lingguan said softly, full of praise and appreciation.

"What is the name of this sword?" Bu Lingguan asked very seriously. An Luyun slowly put the ancient sword humming into the sheath, and a slight and slender moan came from the scabbard, still ethereal, but it was no longer the murmur of a beautiful woman who woke up lazily grooming, but a series of laughter from a baby in a happy dream.

"Tide song. "A word to the reader: this chapter is really freehand............ Cat flutter Chinese