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In the dark, Zhao Yichen shouted, turned over and sat up, gasping for breath. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Shicai In a dream, he saw his mother again and made lunch for himself gently, but all of a sudden, his mother turned into a dead body and fell beside him.

He shuddered and woke up.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, his breathing gradually eased, and he wiped the cold sweat from his head. At this time, a faint beam of moonlight appeared in his field of vision, and it sprinkled on the green bricks, like frost and snow, it was so quiet.

Zhao Yichen didn't feel sleepy when he landed, got up, walked to the door, opened the door with a "squeak" and walked out.

There was silence all around, and there was a faint sound of insects chirping from an unknown place, one, two, low cuts.

The moon is like water, all poured on his body.

He looked up at the sky, and saw the stars and the moon in the sky, bright and bright.

"Hey... Looking at the beautiful scenery of Liangchen, Zhao Yichen couldn't help but sigh, and after being stunned for a while, he was about to turn around and go back to the room when his chest suddenly loosened, and there was a clear sound of "clang", and the black iron piece fell out of his close-fitting clothes.

The piece of iron lay on the ground, and the pitch-black surface had no luster at all, and even the moonlight could not reach it. Zhao Yichen leaned over and picked up the iron piece, holding it in his hand and being stunned.

Thinking that he had been displaced these days, and his relatives had left him, he suddenly felt bitter in his heart, his father had left early, his mother had died in a hurry, and he had left nothing for him, and he had fled for his life, and there was nothing left on his body.

This piece of iron was excavated by him from the mountains, and with the breath of his hometown, he couldn't help but feel a sense of affection in his heart, and the original black appearance did not look so ugly now.

He raised his hand and lifted the iron piece into the air, facing the moonlight, lining the clear light, only to see that there was no light on the surface of the iron sheet, as if the light that shone on it would be absorbed.

Zhao Yichen looked at it carefully, and suddenly found that there was a faint light in the middle of the iron piece through it, could it be that there was a small hole in the middle of the iron piece?

He hurriedly grabbed the iron piece of hand and stretched it out horizontally, then leaned to the side, observing the changes in the iron piece.

After a while, the iron piece did not react in the slightest, and he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, and was about to withdraw his sore arm, but he was surprised to find that behind the iron piece, some mottled shadows were cast by the moonlight, which were like graphics and handwriting, and they were illegible.

Seeing this scene, he completely forgot about the soreness of his arm, and quickly changed the direction of his hand, adjusting the direction of the iron piece, while watching the change of the shadow on the ground.

When his hand turned to a certain angle, the shadows on the ground were concentrated into several dense rows of characters, and ten big characters were written at the beginning, "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs", which has an amazing momentum.

Zhao Yichen was shocked by the momentum of these ten big characters, and the words revealed a terrible bloody atmosphere, making him seem to have countless corpses piled up in front of him, and the blood flowed like a river, and these ten bloody words were piled up.

After a moment, he suddenly came to his senses, shook his head, and left the ten words, not daring to look at them again, but studying the rest of the content.

To the void and keep quiet. All things work together, and I look at it. All things return to their roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, which means to return to life; Returning to life is said to be normal, and knowing is often said to be clear. I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain. Knowing the usual tolerance, tolerance is the public, the public is the whole, the whole is the sky, the sky is the way, the road is long, and the body is invincible?

In this concise text, it seems to contain a peerless truth, and when it is eye-catching, it seems to have the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming peak, and I can't help but be in awe and dare not blaspheme.

Zhao Yichen read it and was about to study it carefully, when suddenly there were clouds covering the moon, and the bright moonlight was blocked above the blue sky, leaving only darkness. When the clouds pass through and the moon reappears, under the moonlight like water, on the dark ground, there will be no more quaint words.

Zhao Yichen looked up at the sky, and when he looked down, he found that those words had disappeared, and hurriedly wanted to reproduce the angle of the iron piece, but no matter how he changed it, the text did not appear again, as if it had never appeared in this world.

This text, like an epiphany, is only for a moment.

But fortunately, he has a good memory since he was a child, and many things can be remembered, although the text is very esoteric just now, but while reading, he still remembers, and now when he thinks about it, the memory is deeper.

He took the piece of iron in front of him, and examined it carefully for a long time, but it was still the same as when he first got it, without the slightest change, lying quietly, without any breath.

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything famous after all, so he reluctantly put away the iron piece close to his body, turned his head to look around, and was about to go to the room.

Suddenly, several crisp sounds of breaking wind caught his attention, not ordinary winds, but like the sound of a sword blade grinding against the air.

He listened carefully, the sound came from a bamboo forest not far away, and in curiosity, his feet unconsciously walked towards the bamboo forest.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the shadows of the trees are mottled, a little foggy and filled, under the cover of the night, it is even more difficult to see in the distance, there is a slender figure hidden, dancing in the air, looking at the person's movements, it seems to be dancing a sword.

Zhao Yichen was in the bamboo forest, looking at the figure in a daze, although it was far away, but he recognized this figure at a glance, because last time, he had also seen it from a distance, it was the violet flower on the horizon.

The night, so deep

He turned around, and felt that it was not good to peek at him like this, and he was about to leave.

But I saw that on the pitch-black bamboo forest, a purple light suddenly rose, rolling up the water-like moonlight upside down. He stopped, turned around, looked up at the sky, and saw a cold moon hanging in the sky, but the color was no longer white, but was suddenly reflected in purple.

What a round of Purple Moon!

At this moment, a figure rose from the ground, walking seven steps in the air, waving the long sword with the sheath in his hand, and the purple light of the Dao Dao flew in the air, as if to tear the bamboo forest apart.

Zhao Yichen was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, accidentally stepped on a stone, leaned back, and fell to the ground with a thud. He didn't get up, just sat on the ground and looked up.

The purple light above the bamboo forest gradually faded, and under that light, the young woman lowered her eyebrows with a little sadness, a little sadness, and there seemed to be a faint light in her eyes, as if she was longing for something, and it looked so beautiful.

The night breeze blew through the bamboo forest, blowing the bamboo forest like a sea tide, but when it passed by her, it also held its breath and stopped its sound, just gently brushing her hair and lining her skin like snow.

Zhao Yichen looked at it stupidly, and he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that he had been looking at it for ten thousand years, and he was out of his mind for a while.

The woman in the air was concentrating on dancing the sword, but she felt a gaze coming from the bamboo forest below, her brows furrowed slightly, she stopped what she was doing, and with a slight tiptoe on her toes, she stopped on the tallest bamboo, and when she looked down, she found that someone was looking at her stupidly.

For a moment, the two looked at each other

This hope seems to be eternal.

The next moment, there was a clear sound, and after the woman was stunned for a moment, her face was suddenly full of disgust, and she waved the unsheathed sword in her hand and stabbed Zhao Yichen directly.

said that Zhao Yichen was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he found that she swung her sword and stabbed her, but it was too late to dodge, so she had to be stunned in place.

The scabbard touched his clothes, and the woman let out a "huh", seeing that there was no surprise on his face, thinking that he deliberately did not hide, and her heart was even more angry, and she had no intention of stopping

As a result, as soon as the purple light "poof" touched Zhao Yichen's body, Zhao Yichen's body turned unconsciously, the blue light flashed in his arms, and a dagger flew out of his arms, and he collided with the purple sword in a daze, and bounced away in twos and twos.

The woman's face was slightly startled, and with a flip of her wrist, she was about to stab again.

Zhao Yichen had already come back to his senses at this time, thinking of the day when the purple light broke the mountain, he was shocked in his heart, and said in a lost voice: "Senior sister, don't do it, it's all your own family." ”

This woman is not Shangguan Ziyue, who is it

Hearing this, she shook her wrist, put the sheathed magic weapon back, stood still not far from Zhao Yichen, looked at him coldly, and said with a slight frown: "Who is your own family with you?" ”

Zhao Yichen was speechless in a hurry, and he regretted it in his heart, for fear that the woman in front of him would behead him as a prodigal son, so he hurriedly explained, but somehow his mouth stammered: "Eh... We are ... It's a family... No... I mean... We will be a family from now on ... No... ”

His voice became smaller and quieter, and in the end, it gradually fell silent, just because Shangguan Ziyue stared at him silently, without any expression on his face, and the anger in his eyes was even worse, so that he could no longer speak.

The faint moonlight, through the bamboo sea, shone on these two people.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Yichen saw her face clearly for the first time.

Her slender and soft eyebrows are the best painters in the world, and she can't be so elegant and extraordinary with the best ink and pine resin; The horizontal eyes are like autumn water, and it is the spirit of a thousand mountains and ice lakes that can be filled with dust; An unusually cold and elegant temperament is like a lotus flower on the cold cliff of the Extreme Snow Mountain, and anyone who sees it will be dumbfounded.

The Zhao family is also a cultivator in Heping Valley, as the son of everyone, Zhao Yichen has naturally seen some beautiful and extraordinary women, plus he is not a lustful person, so he rarely loses his temper to women.

However, this Shangguan Ziyue's appearance is so beautiful that it is one in ten thousand, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that it is unparalleled in this world, it makes him lose his sense of proportion for a while.

He raised his right hand and slapped himself violently, leaving a red five-finger mark on his face, and a burning pain, but the pain made him sober up a lot.

Seeing him act like this, Shangguan Ziyue's anger in her heart gradually subsided, and she said, "What are you doing here?" The sound was like a clear spring in an iceberg, soft, yet cold and piercing.