It turns out that there is such a tree here.

Han Xian must have been very disappointed to find out now, behind the house, on the mountain path, the green trees on the top of the mountain looked down at the two young men with curious and yearning faces. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And how could Han Xian not be obsessed with him!

Because it was him, the vague shadow in his memory made it even more profound, and with such clarity, the demon hidden in his heart couldn't drag Han Xian into the corruption and cold.

The golden sunlight shone on the dense leaf shadows, the proud wind gently swayed the branches, and in the distance, the rustling sound also sounded in Han Xian's ears.

Although he was so far away, Han Xian stood under the tree with an obsessive face like a young man who didn't know the world, and the same golden sunset was dotted with a pleasant beauty through the shadow of the leaves.

There was no other sound in this world, only the swaying singing of the leaves, when Han Xian's eyes were closed, and even more when, there was a dim yellow light gliding on his cheeks.

The longing for that place has never diminished, but that person is still that person, Han Xian, who is standing in the ancient temple, tries his best to imagine what he looks like now standing under the Yunshan tree, and this thought has made him obsessed, more like dementia.

Could it be that Han Xian really forgot that he was now a free body?

This point has not been forgotten, and he deeply remembers that he doesn't have to think about other people's lives now, because the concern for Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang in his heart can't help them at all, maybe he will become a burden to them when he appears in that place, although he also knows that the complete star map origin has been conceived in the atrium.

But those who really came back to life from that place knew how terrible it was for the green flames to rise behind them.

Han Xian was still afraid, afraid that he would never be able to return to that place.

But Han Xian was even more afraid, afraid that his current self would return to that place like this, and his words were still very clear: "I am excellent." ”

But is my current self really good?

Han Xian really didn't dare to think about it, because he didn't need Wu Jitang to say it, he also knew that when he returned to Yunshan now, he would definitely tell himself very clearly that you were just a deserter, how to give birth to your excellence in Yunshan.

Maybe Han Xian really thought wrong, Yun Sheng's excellence is that everyone who walks out can return to his side, there is no green flame in the mountain, and he will be quietly on his knees and Yun Shan's side.

But Han Xian, who was far away from home under the green leaves, didn't know.

Those eyes are gently closed, and only when they are closed can the excellence in the mind be truly displayed in front of them.

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There were tears in the corners of Han Xian's eyes, so if Qin Murong was not like this, every piece floating in the wind was like a shadow carrying memory, and it was every smiling face of the Qin Mu clan.

The wayward self can only portray their appearance in dreams, and at this moment, whether it is the leaf, or the noodle plate that the leaf evolves, the sound of the fine leaf sand is the laughter and joy that used to be in the ears.

Although the days are apart, she who is not in Yiyang Qin Mu, she does seem to clearly see the sadness of the blood of those familiar people rushing out of the body, the obsession in their eyes, the body is cold again, only the little heat on the chest, that is the sustenance of the whole clan, how can it be cold, Qin Mu Rongruo's eyes are unwilling to close, and he doesn't want those smiling faces to be interrupted in his eyes.

The golden sunlight dripped on the leaves, in the eyes, and even more on the chest, and tears had filled the scars of yesterday on the noodles.

And the tears seemed to penetrate the scars and go straight to the heart, and they also completely ignited the fire of hatred.

"Daddy, Qin Mu's descendants will definitely fight for the Qin Mu clan to the last bit of blood!"

And Qin Murong must be wrong, then what Qin Muhai and Qin Muyang want is not for the last Qin Mu clan to bleed, but for her to live well, but how can she extinguish the fire of revenge.

The sunset on the horizon was already crumbling, or he couldn't help but be sad when he saw the descendants of the Qin Mu clan, or the cold air exuded by Qin Murong at this moment had made him feel frightened even when he was far away in the sky, and he hurriedly hid in the mountains.

Is the golden color between the leaves gone, is the face in the leaves gone?

Their disappearance will only make Qin Mu Rongruo's tears more overflowing, and make the flames of revenge in her heart even more high-pitched, and her bloody and tearful eyes have already illuminated the way forward for her, making those who should pay the price pay ten times the price.

The sun sank into the mountain, and the green trees on the top of the mountain also appeared in darkness, but the young man hiding under the tree in Han Xian's heart did not lose the shadow of the leaf in his eyes.

I didn't dare to approach because I was afraid, but I never stopped.

The moon is on the eyebrows, the sun's sleep, replaced him is the faint light that dots the starry sky, and it is such a faint light that can penetrate the layers of leaf shadows and break into the eyes of the young man under the ancient temple tree.

The young man under the Yunshan tree also saw the origin of the star map in Han Xian's body, his smile was slightly flushed, and he said softly: "Are you still from Yunshan, the people conceived by Yunshan have never had that thing in their hearts. ”

The smile was still like this, but Yunshan's face and the tree in Yunshan were scattered with the smile, and Han Xian said softly: "Am I really not there?"

At this time, Han Xian's words and Qin Mu Rongruo's words were like whispering in a dream.

But the only difference is that they are awake and remember very clearly what they said in their dreams, and they know what promises they made.

Qin Mu Rongruo's hand was already on top of the Phaseless Divine Blade, and his footsteps had already been raised and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only his back for Han Xian to ponder.

The lost Han Xian must have been surprised, right?

The figure that was thin and lonely just now, at this time, the aura exuded by that body was as sharp as a divine blade, and his lost gaze fell on the back, and there was a feeling of being cut up.

The man walked farther and farther, and the smile appeared on Han Xian's face more and more clearly, the road ahead was not just like the back, only Ling Li would not be swayed by chaotic thoughts.

Hehe, Han Xian must not dare to think that such a self has to find confidence in a person who has been beaten to the bottom by fate.

It was already pitch black up and down the mountain, but in Han Xian's eyes, what he saw in his eyes was not black, but the road ahead in the direction of the high beam.

The happy person makes a special call to the foot of the mountain.

The originally silent mountains suddenly flew with all kinds of birdsong, and the sound of the peaceful scriptures in the ancient temple quickly reassured them, but the Sanskrit sound sounded in Han Xian's ears, but it couldn't calm Han Xian, whose heart had already flown to the edge of the sky.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, and the smiling face must have caught the familiar smell from the air.

The hissing sound of the clouds at the foot of the mountain made the face on Han Xian's face even more happy, and he had already laughed out loud regardless of the quiet world: "Haha!!"

Cheerful as a bird at night, flying all the way down the mountain.

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The Zen monk who couldn't bear to disturb Han Xian's rest, like a stone sculpture, his eyes fell on Han Xian, who was flying like a bird, and he was not the only monk in the ancient temple.

The gaze of the senior monk beside him fell on the face of a Zen monk: "Senior brother, he is gone." The meaning of that serious language is only understood by a Zen monk.

All this is in the eyes of a Zen monk, of course he understands, not only Han Xian, but also the love in his heart, he also fled from his side like a cheerful bird.

A gentle sigh echoed: "Amitabha, senior brother, when you let go, you still have to let go." ”

The principle of Buddhism, a Zen monk is familiar with the heart, but once he becomes a person in the game, he wants to see the shadow of the past, but it has become a fog that covers the sky, but when the beloved really leaves him, the original thought that is pressed on the heart is not so heavy.

It's not that I don't want to, but I have to put it down.

A compassionate smile appeared on the face of a Zen monk, and all the obsessions that had accumulated in his heart had completely dissipated with the distance of his beloved.

At this moment, a Zen can be called a real monk, and there is no trace of worldly dirt on the plate.

With his palms folded on his chest, he bowed deeply to the people around him: "Thank you for your enlightenment." The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes drifted into the starry sky, and the fog had dissipated.

Yun Qi at the foot of the mountain was already impatient, if it weren't for the existence of a big temper around him, it would have broken free of the reins, looked for Han Xian's whistling, and climbed the mountain.

And at this time, Han Xian had already turned over on the horse's back, and before he could untie the reins, he was broken away by Yun Qi, this impatient horse must have wanted to run.

But who would have thought that this was not the case, after all, the guy next to him who was shorter than himself had the power of a god.

However, Yun Xiao wanted to jump anxiously, but the short donkey really reminded Han Xian of the unfinished business, and he hadn't said goodbye yet, but now letting Han Xian go up the mountain seemed to be really reluctant.

The inspiration flashed on his face, turned over and dismounted, folded his hands, and saluted the donkey of Yizen very solemnly: "Please also ask the god horse to say goodbye to the monk on my behalf." After saying that, it was another bow.

Regardless of whether the donkey agreed or not, the light on his face bloomed, and he jumped on the clouds, breaking the wind and stepping into the night.

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