February 15, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Eastern Wilderness, Ethereal Immortal Sect.

When the spring rain is dashing and gargling, the sky is cloudy and hazy, like gray and white smoke, which is heavy and oppressive of this world, but it is not as cold as the spring rain in February in the past, it is more humid and cloudy.

The aura also seems to be attached to the atmosphere, making it difficult for the monk to keep his own heart, distracting thoughts to dispel, difficult to calm his mind, and difficult to move forward.

The Water Moon Pavilion is located in the center of the Water Moon Lake, surrounded by green mountains on both sides of the blue Water Moon Lake, and the lake surface is misty and hazy, which is like a misty dream. In the fog and smoke, narcissus, linghe and other strange flowers are filled with a pleasant fragrance.

The lake reflects the spring willows and poplars, rowing boats and small pavilions. The spring water passes through the fog and smoke, and the drops melt into the lake, swinging the circle ripples. It is a beautiful scene like an ink painting.

Standing in the Water Moon Pavilion is a girl in the bloom of cardamom. Looking at the spring water, not afraid of the wet tide and cool breeze.

"Senior brother, his mind has always been the same, and it is for Senior Sister Xiao. ”

The girl's eyes were misty, staring blankly at the fog and smoke like a thin veil, but the cold rain dripped into her heart, and the ripples of confusion spread to the bottom of her heart.

Only that person will never be able to defeat him.

- Xiao Xiyue. For himself, it is undoubtedly a symbol of absolute sorrow. There is no hope for oneself. Yesterday's mind has collapsed like smoke.

The senior brother's eyes are always only floating shadows, only for one person.

As a matter of course, I admired the beautiful flowers and plants, sincerely sorry, refused, denied, and guilty. That's because of the guilt of not being sure of one's own mind, why is it so gentle?

This gentleness has brought devastating calamity to one's body. Why should we mention our own guilt when we are clearly speaking for the sake of righteousness, but we don't need to worry about it? How can we break free from the cage called sorrow?

Only Senior Sister Xiao can't defeat herself.

He was similar, vaguely hazy fog and smoke, a short moment of spring water, and an embarrassed body.

What blows into the sea of body and mind is undoubtedly that gentleness and perseverance. Those who have fallen into the cage of despair are undoubtedly the same gentleness.

It's like pity for a beautiful flower, obviously insignificant, light as a feather, what is worth feeling guilty about. Obviously, I haven't had a real feeling, I can't see myself, it's like treating the spring breeze, it's just a kindness to something I haven't met, just want to promise, want, this senior brother, it's warmer.

I have this gentle thought that pushes me into confusion. This heart, like a weed, has only one point, and in an instant, he is already in the abyss of despair.

Vivi raised her head and smiled sadly. The slanting wind and drizzle wet her cold and delicate face, and her eyes were misty.

Wei Wei is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, not to mention the Ethereal Immortal Sect, even if you look at the entire Eastern Wilderness, there are few female cultivators comparable to her.

I don't want to give up.

is such a gentle person as a senior brother.

It was clearly evening, but it was already gloomy twilight.

I don't know when, the fall under my heart was gradually eroded by the damp cold, and Wei Wei couldn't help but shiver.

"Go home. ”

Vivi thought as she looked at the gray-white sky.

The twilight became darker and darker, full of gray sky that symbolized death and despair, and the sense of depression became stronger and stronger, and the pure aura of heaven and earth had stagnated, unable to suppress the real feeling of restlessness and panic.

Weiwei's delicate face is like a dark moon, condensing with a warm jade luster, beautiful and flawless, as white and pure as a snowlotus blooming in Longdong. Freeze at this moment.

15 February 1010.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

It was late at night, and the full moon was as beautiful as a dream, exuding a faint blue light, cool and lonely, and this scene was undoubtedly extremely beautiful.

Somewhere on the edge of the city, a narrow path is filled with bamboo, and in the center of the forest, is a simple bamboo thatched hut.

The dark light shines through the bamboo leaves, and the beautiful lake light floats in the nameless lake. Fireflies flutter in the bamboo forest, like dazzling stars. White discs in pairs, frolicking and chasing. The soft ground is made up of clumps of young grass, and the reflection of the dark green bamboo occasionally flutters.

In the bamboo forest, beside the blue lake, a young man named Night Shadow is here to spit out and cultivate.

The boy is only slightly handsome, and his hair is usually neat and orderly, and the soft and distinct lines reveal harmless qualities. The neat black clothes seem to blend in with the surrounding night, reflecting the white and gentle face. Under the cyan skylight, the boy became more and more gentle and elegant, harmless to humans and animals.

Focus on breathing like a meditation monk. The young man was born with a bad fate, but he was born with a pure nature, and he was born at will, and the sinful karma suffered by the backlight all the way swallowed up all the light of the young man and burned the only remaining darkness of the young man.

The boy is still a skin that has no thoughts. All hope and gloom were lost at a young age.

When he was young, he was fortunate to be stubborn.

It's just a thought.

The teenager is an ordinary casual cultivator.

"Bang"

In the silence of the night, even the slightest sound is like thunder.

The young man who was cultivating was awakened and opened his sleepy eyes.

Where the lake is glowing with blue light, the floating shadow is full of moon, and it is indeed bright and bright. Enough to see clearly. The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes. Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and it takes a lot of effort to be physically and mentally exhausted. The young man's cultivation is non-stop, and he has long been at the end of the strong crossbow and the extreme body.

Under the full moonlight, there was a comatose girl in white under the lake, soaked in white clothes and mottled with blood. His life is in danger.

The night was dark, and he jumped into the lake.

The moon is misty and the wind is shadowy, and the clear lake light is floating in circles.

The boy hugged the girl to the shore in the moonlight. The cool breeze in the middle of the night made the boy shiver. The cold delicate body in his arms was covered with blood, and his life was in danger.

17 February 1010.

When the golden sun rises from the farthest east, the dark night that covers everything is expelled by the golden light, and the dawn of dawn descends on the earth. The hard-working creatures begin to sing the praises of a new day, and in a similar situation to the past, the daily experience is very different.

In the early morning, the bamboo forest is cool, there are pigeons and sparrows hovering in the sky, the clear lake water is flooded with gold, the fish swim like children, and the soft grass paved with fragrant flowers and plants opens up a sheep intestine path that only allows a few people to pass.

At the end of the trail is a fence and a vegetable garden, in which small patches of hemostatic grass and blood-revitalizing grass are planted.

The morning light of spring shines through the bamboo leaves, and the thatched hut window gently spreads on the bed. Lying on the bed was a beautiful girl like a pure water lotus.

Weiwei opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and what she could smell in her snort was different from usual, with a slight fragrance of flowers and plants, a pleasant, reassuring breath.

The severe pain from the soft body made the girl unable to help but be staggered, what came into her eyes was something that she had never touched, the low wooden wall top, the unpretentious white bedding, the shabby home, only a wooden stool and a square table, simple but neat kitchen utensils, but no condiments.

At the head of the bed is an unknown flower. In the daylight, there are swaying bamboo leaves, and under the bamboo leaves is a young man with a guilty look.

Vivi struggled to her feet, the pain so intense that the girl screamed softly.

At this moment, I realized that he was wearing a wide male robe with a slight fragrance of flowers and plants, and his own storage ring was placed next to the pillow.

The hideous wound from the chest to the lower abdomen was no longer a major problem except for pain. It's just weakness, and I think it's just a result of excessive blood loss.

"You're awake!"

The young man pushed open the wooden door, snorting for a long time, and talking with a shy face and at a loss.

The young man in front of him was dressed in the same fabric as himself, a young man of the same generation with a gentle and shy face, and he thought that he was attracted by beautiful things, and his expression was a little dull.

You can see through the essence of the teenager at a glance, and the girl has seen such a person for the first time. It's an ordinary young person, but he can't feel any sharp breath, no edges and corners, like an old person, as simple as a baby. I can't see the shadow of arbitrary arrogance, pretense, and arrogance.

Simple, loyal and pure.

In the daylight, the girl in front of her was too beautiful, and the waist-length green silk like a waterfall was scattered at will, flashing with a little light. The pink face is like a warm jade-like luster, like the most exquisite work of art in the world, the beautiful eyes are as eye-catching as the bright moon, the nose is even more crystal in the morning light, and the coveted cherry lips are as tender as a stamen. The upper body leans against the wall, the delicate body is as delicate as a willow, and the proud peaks are difficult to hide even the wide robes of the male repair.

The girl saluted the young man, and then looked out the window, the ethereal immortal sect's repair clothes that belonged to her. The tear in the repair is sutured with needle and thread.

The boy took a step back and nodded lightly as if in return.

The girl's pretty face was covered with red glow, and she lowered her head.

The young man's shy and shy face was unusually ruddy, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything.

"Where is this boundary?"

What breaks the awkward atmosphere is the girl's warm voice like nature.

"This is the Falling Snow Emperor City, and the girl is in a coma for a day and a night. ”

The night preached truthfully.

But he knew but did not speak, and stood silently.

Vivi looked up at the clouds outside the window and burst into tears.

The morning light only shone brightly, and the bamboo leaves were still swaying.

It's just that things are not people.

It is reminiscing about the past, all the joyful songs of the past, and the sadness.

It belongs to one man in the light alone.

The person who is attached, the person who longs, the person who respects...... Denied.

In the mountains where leaves and shadows stretch, in the streets where flowers and birds dance, and by the streams where the streams and willows rejoice...... Denied.

What do you want to do now? The things that are expected are in vain, and the things that are cherished are like clouds. Denied.

Even the mistakes of the passive self-willed self are denied. Eighteen years of joy and sorrow are like reflections in the water, untouchable.

It's so beautiful that it looks like tears.

Obviously gentle as spring.

Totally negative.

Self-negativity and water chestnut, self-sorrow and stubbornness, proof of one's own existence.

The denial is completely and cleanly.

What gives the monks joy and knowledge is the consensus accumulated for the historical precedent.

Always in the inadvertent year, denying that it came as scheduled.

The remnants of the body are empty for a long time, and they are left with their own lamentations.

The night gently held the girl Zhen Shou in her arms, and the warm and fragrant virgin fragrance lingered in the small world.

Vivi sobbed silently.

The night is powerless to give solace.

Evergreen for thousands of years, once dissipated into a cloud of smoke.

The huge gap makes the girl unable to control herself.

The night opened his mouth to say something. After all, there was silence.

It is golden, and the hope of sighing rises from the ground, as dense as catkins, as beautiful as dandelions.

Floating alone, chasing the wish of the world that should be "nothing".

The night is sad.

Because.

No one can enjoy this dream-like sight.