On a stone cliff behind Panlong Ridge,

The dead black qi enveloped Ling Zifeng like a whirlpool, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face, and his expression looked eerie and terrifying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ling Zifeng sat cross-legged, sealing all his heart veins with the technique of intercepting the pulse, and the energy surging to protect his spiritual platform from being devoured by killing.

Snort, snort,

The Soul Devouring Sword was roaring, the blade struggled more and more fiercely, and there was a blood-red murderous aura circulating in the quaint scabbard, spreading out from the cracks, as if it was about to come out of the sheath, completely devouring Ling Zifeng, driving him to be a sword slave, to kill, to drink blood.

Be quiet.

Ling Zifeng let out a cold snort, and the energy of the guardian spirit platform was completely released, poured into his right hand, wrapped his arm with his energy, and pulled out the Soul Devouring Sword with his backhand.

bite

The Soul Devouring Sword was held by Ling Zifeng and thrust fiercely into the stone cliff in front of him, and half of the blade had already sunk into the mountain rock.

It's just a defiled sword, and if you want to devour me, you don't have the ability to do that.

Ling Zifeng's eyes were cold, he raised his palm, and the blood-red palm wind slashed down with a thousand powers, hitting the hilt of the sword, sealing all the blades into the mountain stones, and the Soul Devouring Sword trembled for a while before it completely quieted down.

"Clear and tangible, the avenue is inactive, the spiritual platform is empty, and you are at ease. ”

Ling Zifeng meditated silently, his hands were sealed, guiding the blood-colored energy to rotate in his chest, the cold air lingered on his head, as if bursts of smoke were rising, and the handprints crossed his forehead, and the blood-colored energy was like an angry dragon, rushing towards the dead black qi.

The black qi seemed to be unwilling to be suppressed, surging towards Ling Zifeng's spirit platform and sinking, the blood-colored angry dragon was like a swimming fish, guided by the handprint to spin in a circle, and submerged into the spirit platform. In this way, the stalemate lasted for almost half a pillar of incense, and still failed to completely erase the black qi.

call

This time, I was careless, running around all day long, tired of guarding, so that this killing qi had another opportunity, invaded the spiritual platform, and almost devoured myself, lost in the endless sea of blood and killing, unable to extricate myself.

Ling Zifeng was afraid for a while, took a deep breath, stood up, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, pulled out the Soul Devouring Sword, inserted it into the scabbard with his backhand, and walked silently towards the mountains and forests.

Walking on the bluestone path in front of the bamboo house, the heavy steps were unusually slow, and every step was like a thousand catties, and the solemn sorrow was written on Ling Zifeng's face.

Night birds spread their wings, insects chirp and leap,

The willows are reflected in the moonlight, and the breeze blows the willow branches and shakes gently, making a swishing sound of rubbing.

Inside the bamboo house,

It was pitch black upstairs, the candlelight was swaying downstairs, Ling Zifeng stood under the old Huai willows, looked at the shadows on the doors and windows, hesitated and didn't know how to face it, stood still for a while, and finally walked through the door and pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Zifeng, are you alright? ”

Qin Xin raised his face and looked at Ling Zifeng's somewhat stiff face, and his concern was overflowing.

Ling Zifeng shook his head and sat on the stool wordlessly, his eyes staring at Qin Xin. This woman who melted his cold heart and made him not lonely will fall into a permanent slumber herself, but she is still caring about him and worrying about him.

"Don't keep your face tense all the time, learn to smile more,"

Qin Xin chuckled, reached out and stroked Ling Zifeng's cheek, and said lightly: "Remember what I told you, your smile is the most charming." ”

Well

Ling Zifeng gently rested his head on her palm, feeling the smooth warmth, and nodded silently, but he couldn't laugh, Qin Xin only had a few hours, how could he laugh.

"Zifeng, come with me to see the moon,"

Qin Xin said softly.

"Okay,"

Ling Zifeng stood up, gently held her arm, and walked out the door.

The night breeze on the mountain is cold, and the moonlight is like frost.

The two of them sat beside the old acacia willows, the moonlight sprinkled on their bodies, and the figures on the ground made people look charming and sad.

Ling Zifeng took off his coat and draped it on Qin Xin's body, Qin Xin turned his head and chuckled, leaned his head on his shoulder, looked at the indifferent and poignant moonlight, and gently inhaled the cold air.

"Such moonlight, so beautiful. ”

Qin Xin admired with satisfaction, and her eyes were tactful, as if she wanted to remember everything in her heart, afraid that she would never wake up again, and she would never be able to enjoy such a beautiful moonlight with him again.

"yes, it's beautiful!"

Ling Zifeng glanced down at her, his expression confused, and his words were sad.

It would be nice if time could stand still in this moment, even if I didn't wake up again, I would be satisfied. Qin Xin looked at the moonlight and thought hopefully, but smiled self-deprecatingly, this is just a luxury.

The passage of time is always unbearable.

The full moon slipped to the horizon, and the cold silver ash was already dim, just like human emotions, full of reluctance and nostalgia. I don't want to give up the deep concern in this chaotic world, and I miss the deep love of this world where the sea is dry and rotten.

The wind blew sharply, and Zhuhai whimpered, as if crying silently.

Qin Xin, lying in Ling Zifeng's arms, like the sleeping fairy, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, his face was full of deep reluctance and nostalgia, the white silk yarn fluttered gently in the wind, and the light sleeves fluttered around.

Ling Zifeng lowered his head and hugged her tightly in his arms, his body seemed to have fallen into a cold pool, trembling slightly, and two lines of dirty tears dripped down Qin Xin's tender face.

The boy has tears and does not flick, but when it is not sad,

Xiaolan looked at Ling Zifeng from a distance, his shoulders trembling slightly, his face still had traces of drying, his hands were folded, and he leaned against the door weakly.

The wind became more urgent, rolling up a pile of fallen leaves, lingering in the wind, filling people's eyes.

Xin'er, are you sleeping peacefully like this?

From now on, even if I have a thousand words, who will you let me talk to?

Xin'er, sleep in peace, don't be afraid, I won't let you sleep for too long.

You said that you want to build a hut in that place full of flowers, tease your children, watch the sunrise and sunset, enjoy the clouds and clouds, and live a leisurely life.

When you wake up, I'll take you to a place like that and never be separated again.

Ling Zifeng sat there lonely, for fear that the cold wind would freeze Qin Xin's body, wrapped her clothes tightly, and held her tightly in her arms, her sad words and silent oaths lingered in the wind, and she didn't want to disperse for a long time.

Miss, did you hear that?

You must wake up, how can he live without you.

Xiaolan cowered in the corner, looking at the sky, praying silently.

In the bamboo house pavilion in the distance, Jun Youlian stood in front of the window, looking at the figure under the old acacia willow, and sighed with a pale expression,

alas

The dilemma of life and death ends with hatred, but when the love is strong, it becomes empty, how many foolish children in the world are frightened and sad dreams in the middle of the night.

why bother

Why bother!