The scholar soon left the village with a group of people in the woman's tearful farewell, in order to go to Beijing to catch the exam, the scholar's not wealthy family still insisted on taking out the silver taels, of course, the woman secretly entrusted someone to send most of the scholar's family.

The woman waited at home, looking forward to high school. The wait was long, because of excessive love, the woman's appetite became worse and worse, and the person became thinner and thinner, and the woman, who was already a little weak, became more and more pale in the slow passage of time.

A year later, the candidates who traveled with the scholars rushed back from the capital in twos and threes, and they also brought back the good news of the scholars' high school rankings.

The people in the village are very envious, saying that the scholar is the material for becoming an official in the future. The scholar's appearance made every one of his relatives excited, and even threatened to invite the villagers to eat when the scholar returned as an official. Of course, he is also happy for the scholar, and when she comes in, she often dreams of the moment when he comes back to marry her, and her complexion has changed a lot recently.

Another month has passed, and the scholar has not returned, and a trace of uneasiness has quietly appeared in the woman's heart. Wang Er, who came back from doing business in the capital in the village, finally brought news of the scholar, saying that the prime minister took a fancy to the scholar's talent and wanted to win him over, and wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law, and the marriage date was half a month later.

The news hit the woman's uneasiness like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the woman was so uneasy that she coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and whispered silently with tears in her eyes, "I don't believe it, Brother Tian will come back." Definitely, he said he would marry me. ”

The woman's family silently comforted her, saying that she could find a good family on her terms, so why hang herself from a tree with a crooked neck? She didn't say a word, just buried her head in the quilt and wept.

Half a month later, the woman still didn't wait for the scholar to go back, she silently closed her eyes with tears in her hand, holding a ball of paper in her hand, and tears flowed down her cheeks. A teardrop fell onto the new shoe she had embroidered for herself, which she had worn the day she was ready for him to marry her.

At this time, a person vigorously pushed the door in, "Bing'er, I'm back! I'm coming back to marry you!", it was to give up one step to ascend to the sky, angering the prime minister to resign and rush home to the scholar.

When the scholar returned to the village, he didn't even return home, so he rushed to the woman's house in a hurry. But in front of him, the white silk and plain flowers in front of the door were so dazzling that the scholar was a little distracted, and this result was really difficult for him to accept for a while.

A gust of wind blew, and the window lattices that had been patched for I don't know how many times were blown and creaked, and the white paper flowers in the room swayed and bloomed in the wind. The scholar's luggage fell to the ground with a "bang", and the scholar walked towards the woman indifferently, looking at her pale cheeks, and there were still eye-catching tear stains on her cheeks.

He stroked her hair gently, wiped the corners of her eyes with the corners of his sleeves, and looked at her infatuatedly.

"In my heart, you are the most beautiful, always. The scholar said dumbly, he found the woman's clenched left hand, he slowly spread it out, and saw that it was a ball of paper.

Gently crushing the paper ball, the scholar's vision blurred, hugged her, and left with the acquiescence of the woman's family, and the paper ball was thrown on the ground.

The woman's relatives glanced at the paper ball that was thrown on the ground - it read, "Even if the love is deep, the fate is shallow." Then there was a sigh that could not be left.

The scholar kept carrying the woman to the west, where he would come to see every time he got up early in the morning to study. The scholar glanced at it, but did not stop until he came to the river.

The remnant sun is still struggling in the sky, stretching the shadows for a long time, and the birds returning from the river return to their nests in pairs. A tear dripped from the scholar's face to the woman's eyes, down her face to the corner of the smiling mouth, and he hugged her, and they were together forever.

Arato regained some consciousness in the darkness, but after another bout of dizziness, he closed his eyes again.

On the night of the new moon, on the Broken Moon Mountain, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the two people who confronted each other in the two dark nights, adding a little bit of slaughter. The shadows of the trees swayed, beside the shadows of the two, like a group of applauding spectators.

"Huangtian, you and I are both leaders in time, but an era doesn't need two heroes to be admired. So, you and I have to have a result here. A tall, personable man in a shuttle cloth shirt waved the halberd in his hand and said.

"Midnight, I have no intention of arguing with you for anything, if you want to be the leader of this era, you should be! The person who spoke was Aratian, but this is what he looked like when he grew up, he was much taller and still the same heroic spirit, but the momentum was more compelling.

"Hmph, it's up to you! Midnight sneered and threw a pink handkerchief, "If you don't fight me, I won't guarantee her safety!"

Huang Tian took the handkerchief, and when he saw the word "'Wild' on the handkerchief, his fists crackled, and his whole body tensed up and a murderous aura instantly erupted, "Where is she? This has nothing to do with her!

"Haha, a generation of heroes also bends their waists for women, it's really a hero who is sad to pass the beauty pass, if you want to know, pass me first......"

Before Midnight could finish speaking, Arachi pulled out a nearly four-foot sword from his back, and the dragon-shaped decoration on the hilt of the sword was lifelike, like a real dragon.

The barren sky disappeared in place, and Midnight quickly took out the halberd in his hand and waved it behind his back. I saw that the two were in a strange stalemate.

Arakuten slowly pressed down in the air and pressed hard against the halberd, "I'll ask again, let her go, this is also letting yourself go." ”

"Haha, it's impossible, you'd better die, see you in hell!" Midnight twitched the halberd in his hand, and Aratian slammed into the ground, splitting the boulder at Midnight's feet, and the sand and gravel filled the air.

In the middle of the night, he stabbed the halberd backhand, and he was about to stab the barren sky. Desert Sky dodged and disappeared from the spot again.

A smile tugged at the corner of Midnight's mouth, and it disappeared in place.

The two used a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to follow, and they clashed on the ground, and where they passed, smoke and sand billowed on the ground.

In this way, the two have been fighting fiercely tirelessly, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the moon sinks in the west again and again. They were three days and three nights old!

There was a loud bang, and the halberd in Midnight's hand was broken into three, and the great sword of the barren sky was also shaken down the mountain.

The two were covered in blood, and the battle was obviously extremely fierce. The blow they had just delivered used up the last of their strength, and at the same time they fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Midnight's right arm was cut off by the barren sky, and the blood had long since stopped, but it still hurt faintly on Midnight's body. And Aratian's left leg was also taken away by Midnight.

The two were lying on the ground, panting.

"The Desolate Emperor really lives up to his reputation!" Midnight broke the silence and laughed.

"The Southern Emperor is also the number one opponent that Huang has seen in his life!" "It's a great pleasure to fight with Brother Nanhuang!

"Haha, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass!" Midnight coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. "How can I, Zhong, be such a villain? I just borrowed a handkerchief from her!

"......" Huangtian was speechless for a while, and only after a long silence did he say slowly, "It's okay, it is not in vain that I can die with the hero!"

But I still have to say, I'm sorry, Brother Ara!

"Haha!

"Happy!haha!"

......

The night was as quiet as stagnant water, and finally the sun in the east rose again, and a beam of sunlight shone on the Broken Moon Peak, and also on the faces of the two. The sunlight brought the last warmth to the already cold bodies of the two, praising the dead heroes.

"What the hell is this? Is it a dream?" Arakuten came to a trance in the scene just now, but there was darkness in front of him, "Am I dead?"

Without waiting for Huangtian to react, his eyes were dark, and he fell into reincarnation again.