Tsing Yi Jiang seems to be the belt of a woman dancing lightly with low eyebrows in Xu Xu Shenyuan, and Tsinghua with a free and easy Yuchen in the softness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe clear and clear river water passes between the peaks, it does not have the atmosphere of surging snow and splashing jade, there are only thousands of years of tranquility and stability, quiet as a virgin contemplation in this beautiful place.

The peaks and mountains that stand by the water are handsome and beautiful, the forests compete for growth, and the clouds and mist come out of the clouds and swirl around the peaks, tactfully in the hearts of the lonely. Here, the flow of the Tsing Yi River shows the tranquility of the peaks. Although the area around the Tsing Yi River is located in the Western Regions, it has a rare beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mo Yi looked at the ethereal clouds between the peaks and mountains, and the wind lan soothed between the clothes, and couldn't help but think that after a long absence, how many years have passed, and this landscape of poetry and painting complementing each other is probably more than 20 years. The years are like sand between the fingers, and they can't be retained.

Silently say in my heart, even after so many years, my heart still can't break free and can't be peaceful, the perverse nightmare is always lingering like maggots, and the past has always been an unhealable wound in my heart. This time, I revisit the old place, and I don't know if I can calmly smooth the wrinkles in the depths of my heart.

The Tsing Yi River was originally as quiet as the water surface of Mingjian, and the ripples of the ripples were brought up by the random flow of the emerald green bamboo raft, and the sparkling water ripples were like Mo Yi's heart, and he was terrified as he approached. The reflection in the water has also lost its original clarity and tranquility, even if he has always lived quietly and steadily in this world, but in another appearance, he has already disrupted his state of mind, which may be the truest self, the truth that has been escaping.

The loose white robe is delicate and dusty, extremely elegant and light, and the whole person is hidden in this impenetrable robe, and even his face is blurred in the dark shadow of the coat. Mo Yi stood against the wind, the aura nurtured by this mountain and this water seemed to be contained in his body, and he was full of energy, if he was an immortal in the dust, he wanted to resist the wind and sway between the nine heavens and clouds. People are like this, confused by appearance, and fake appearance to confuse others, who can really see through a person, this eye will only be confused in the thirst of **.

Walking on a bamboo raft, the Tsing Yi River stretched its body, carrying a boat and a person swaying along the water. There is a peak not far in front of the abnormality, standing in the middle of the water and the river, it is very different from the nearby peaks, the mountain is extremely dangerous, the peak points directly to the sky, the sky can be photographed, there is no handsome scenery, not stained with a little green.

I saw that the cliffs were thousands, the flying tents were withered, the mountain apes were difficult to climb, and the birds could only look up and could not reach. This peak is a wonder in the area of Tsing Yi River, but this peak is too dangerous, there is only a stone ladder that has been in disrepair for a long time on the top, which is extremely dangerous, and tourists are almost extinct.

Gradually approaching, suddenly, there was a vague wind and smoke floating on the water surface, and the water vapor was thick. The bamboo boat approached the foot of the peak, and the water here was deep and blue, which showed that it was unfathomable. Mo Yi also seemed to feel the chill of the water between the loose snow-white robes, and at the same time, this cold was the desolation closest to his heart.

When the green boat stopped, suddenly, I saw Mo Yiruo is a white bird, Ling Xuan went straight up, looking from a distance, a white shadow clinging to the dangerous peak as fast as lightning, how clear the wind instrument is, like a god. It didn't take long for the peak to come into view, and the first thing to open in the eyes was the Rizhao Pavilion that stood in the wind and rain for many years.

The green tiles are broken, the beams and pillars are old, it is rare that the green vines are entangled in this twilight pavilion, although there is no swaying and quiet face, but at the top of this wonderful peak, it is also a rare scenery, and there is a unique artistic conception. Mo Yi was still moving like a turbulent wave, and at this time he was at the top of the peak, and the Rizhao Pavilion was on the other side of the abbot's land, close to the cliff, which was an excellent place to watch the sun.

Halfway through the short journey, Mo Yi was suddenly surprised, and secretly alerted, it turned out that there was already a person standing in the dilapidated Rizhao Pavilion. Seeing that it was vaguely a woman looming among the verdant that was now growing wildly, Mo Yi stopped, and couldn't help but secretly suspect in his heart, it was not an ordinary person who could go up to this peak, and he didn't expect that he would find out about this person's existence so closely, which shows that this person is an extremely extraordinary person.

The woman quietly leaned against the broken stone railing and watched the sunset in the distance, red as the sea, the sun shimmered, and the whole person was immersed in the intoxicating light. Even the wind and clouds can't seem to disturb her quiet, even if this superb amazement, it is just a light breeze in her eyes. The woman seemed to feel someone watching her not far behind her, and then she slowly turned around.

In a trance, Mo Yi felt that the woman did not seem to be real, because of the dazzling and rich twilight, he could not see the whole picture of the woman clearly, and the light scattered a faint halo around the woman's figure.

However, what kind of eyes were they, Mo Yi was completely surprised in those indifferent and silent eyes. Although the woman has been looking at Mo Yi quietly, even if the fireworks are full of flowers, there is no half-star elegance in this eye, and she can't tell how gorgeous it is. Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh, this woman didn't look like a mortal person, like a mountain spirit, with a strange and mysterious beauty.

For a moment, Mo Yi couldn't help but think of the person he had been buried deep in his heart, the person who made him hurt forever. Ten years of years inadvertently flowed at the end of the long river, but the depression in the past ten years has never been dissipated, and I have never been transparent. The woman in the purple gauze looked indifferently at Mo Yi who was shaking for a moment not far away, quiet and unmoving, not surprised by Mo Yi's arrival at all.

Mo Yi came to his senses after a moment, although he didn't want to deal with people, he still nodded slightly, and then hesitated a little, he originally intended to go to the Rizhao Pavilion to have a look at the beautiful evening scene here, but now a strange woman is in the pavilion, and it is not appropriate to come forward rashly.

At this moment's hesitation, an extremely dazzling light flashed in the sky behind the woman, like a thunderbolt falling on a sunny day. Mo Yi was shocked in his heart, he felt the sharp and sharp murderous aura from afar, and the shocking change was about to happen at this intolerable moment.

The woman didn't seem to know that danger was imminent, and still looked at Mo Yi silently, her eyes so beautiful that they overshadowed the reddened Xiyang. The light was approaching, and Mo Yi finally saw that it was a sharp arrow, which was extremely fast, and in an instant, the fierce arrow broke the vines near the edge of the cliff fiercely, and it seemed that the woman was in a catastrophe.

Suddenly, a blue light shot out from Mo Yi's wide sleeve, shooting down the fierce arrow at an incredible speed, and then quickly and abnormally rushed back into the sleeve, the grace of that blue light was like a rainbow through the sun. Mo Yi was suspicious, the attack of this arrow is not something that ordinary people can parry, it can be seen that the person who makes the arrow is a tricky character, who is this woman? He would never believe that this woman did not know the sharp arrow behind her.

Before he could come to his senses, three sharp lights shot out from the shadows in the distance, divided into three ways: left, middle and right, and the left and right arrows hit the stone pillars on both sides of the Rizhao Pavilion, and the arrow in the middle only took the back of the woman's heart, which was swift and fierce, and the calculation was ruthless. Mo Yi frowned, who was going to put this woman to death, between the calcium carbide and the firelight, killing was coming.

Mo Yi waved his sleeve towards the woman from the sky to the ground, only to see a blue light coming in an instant, passing through her body, and the woman was like a stone sculpture and did not move. The two arrows on the left and right smashed the stone pillar, and the stone pavilion collapsed downward, and at the same time, Qingguang split the stone pavilion in two and fell to both sides, relieving the woman's misfortune. The arrow in the middle was also split in two from the tip to the tail of the arrow, and passed by the woman's left and right sides. Mo Yi's technique was exquisite, superb, and he dissolved the fierce killing with a light lift.

Mo Yi was surprised that when the woman did not move, the shadow in the distance had reached five feet above her head, and Mo Yi glanced at it, it was a giant paper kite, standing on it, bending the bow and arrows, like a divine soldier descending from the sky. Between thoughts, the top of the head was sharp, a bow and nine arrows were shocking, in a three-three array, and the arrows weaved the abbot's precise killing net, enveloping Mo Yi in it, and there was no way to avoid it.

Mo Yiyuan rose to the sky, and was shocked to see the green light rising like a dragon turning the clouds and rain, and the qi veins churning like the blue sea waves, the momentum was forested, and the arrow net was turned into powder in an instant, and the green light was still not declining, taking advantage of the victory, and hitting the paper kite, only to see the paper kite shattered, and a person jumped and fell outside Mo Yi's three zhang.

The man was dressed in gray, his face was gloomy, he held an ebony longbow in his hand, and stared at Mo Yi in great surprise, in this inaccessible place, there was such an amazing master. The gray-clothed man regained his calm in an instant, his eyes were radiant and restrained, but his brows were still slightly locked, and he finally learned that this woman was alone here, without the protection of that person, it was an excellent opportunity to kill her, but this white-robed man was not a sacred, and he happened to appear here, could it be that fate really has unpredictable power.

The gray-clothed man was calm and concentrating, holding the bow and arrow, and the internal breath galloped with the meridians, and the arms converged and fused at the bow and arrow, forming a circle of reincarnation, and the power was agitated and increased layer by layer, the ebony longbow seemed to be whining**, the arrow emitted a brilliant brilliance, and the majesty contained in the arrow seemed to be a heavenly demon waving.

Mo Yi seems to have stood here for tens of millions of years, fearless in the face of any storm, calmly bearing, and like the quiet and waveless water of the Tsing Yi River, although he is sleeping, he also has the wishful law to bear the power of heaven. The woman still stared at the murder that she had caused as if she had stayed out of the matter.

The man in gray suddenly closed his eyes, the brilliance of the arrow suddenly shrunk and disappeared, locked in the arrow itself, the man in gray suddenly opened his eyes, the bowstring was broken, the arrow had been disconnected, what kind of arrow was that.

The arrow seemed to be unhappy, because Mo Yi could clearly see the arrow body it was advancing, the air was torn apart, hissing, and the sharp light that burst out from the arrow body was so clear in front of his eyes, shaking his heart; The arrow seemed to be very fast, because Mo Yi found that he couldn't dodge it at all, and the overwhelming killing intent shrouded it, the arrow wind was sharp, and the life was easy.

Time seems to be distorted, and the sense of human perception changes. The arrow, right in front of you, is dead, grabbing people's hearts. Mo Yi didn't move, a blue light burst out in front of his chest, brilliant as the sky, and then skyrocketed several zhang, and his qi veins were strong and sharp.

The arrow and the blue light were torn together, like enemies meeting on a narrow road, and the piercing sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the arrow was drowned. The gray-clothed man sighed in despair, and was knocked out by the domineering force and slammed into the big stone behind him, his sternum was broken, sprinkled with red, and he looked at Mo Yi in disbelief, as if looking at gods and demons.

The corners of Mo Yi's mouth were cold, and his white robe also exuded a cold light. Seeing Mo Yi approaching, a fierce look flashed in the gray-clothed man's eyes, and he said coldly: "Where is Your Excellency sacred?" Even the matter of cleaning up the portal has to be interfered with. ”

Mo Yi heard this, his body suddenly stopped, and just when Mo Yi was hesitating, thousands of sword lights suddenly burst out from behind the big stone where the gray-clothed man was leaning, and each sword light shot out carefully and neatly with the sword maker as the center, which was extremely fast, immediately sealing all of Mo Yi's retreats, and the sword pointed directly at Mo Yi's vital point. The sword light is like a dragon dancing, domineering, and the three mountains and five mountains must also be obeyed, and no one can stop it. This sword judged the situation, and when Mo Yi's mind was uncertain and flawed, it was inevitable to use the sword.

"Demon Heart Buddha Sword." Mo Yi's heart was shocked, word by word, his whole body trembled slightly, and the sword maker made a puzzled "huh" sound. The thousands of sword lights had already galloped in front of him, and a blue light, without the previous scorching dazzling and unbeatable elegance, was a short thin blue light that struck straight forward, and in an instant, the sword light was sluggish, and the blue light was shining.

"Qingxue!" The sound of surprise came, and I saw a young man standing in front of the gray-clothed man, his whole body was like inky black, his face was cold, the sword in his hand was silent like a dead thing, and his eyes were locked on the object in Mo Yi's hand, which was a cyan blade, but a foot and a half, thin and thin, transparent as glass, and the brilliance flowed.

The young man finally looked away, looked at Mo Yi, and said coldly: "In Xia Su Weiming, who is Your Excellency?" "Mo Yi." Su Weiming's eyes flashed with doubt, and he said: "There are only a few people on the rivers and lakes who know the Demon Heart Buddha Sword, and I thought I had met the old people." There was some sadness in his tone, as if he was recalling the dusty past, and suddenly changed his words, and said, "I want to see if Qingxue is as rumored." ”

At the end of the words, Su Weiming swung his sword, and suddenly saw that the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword was cold, as if everything under the sword was a thing that should be robbed, but there was no vitality left, and the compassion of the Buddhist family was broken, just as the demon was the heart and the Buddha was the sword. The green snow in Mo Yi's hand did not have the brilliance of confusion, but only gathered into a line of green shadows, like a flat boat in the sword qi, although the waves were turbulent, but also calm.

I saw that the green shadow was unpredictable, although it seemed to be a god-given divine weapon, the moves were exquisite, and it resisted Su Weiming's fierce Demon Heart Buddha Sword. The sword light flickered strong and weak under Qingxue's vertical and horizontal slashes, always at the critical point, Qingxue suppressed the murderous long sword. After Su Weiming suddenly burst out with a sword, he leaped backwards, staring at Mo Yi with a cloudy face, his eyes full of panic.

Su Weiming has been a prodigy of sword training since he was a child, and at the age of thirteen, he practiced a kendo that few people in his family practiced, and was regarded as the hope of revitalizing the family. After his debut, he dominated the rivers and lakes, and it was rare to meet opponents, and he never lost a defeat. Now, this man named "Mo Yi" is the nemesis of the Demon Heart Buddha Sword, this person is really terrifying, and he will be his biggest enemy in the martial arts.

The sun finally set behind the western mountains, and the sky began to become chaotic. Su Weiming came to his senses, knowing that he was afraid that it would be difficult to kill the woman today, so he turned around and carried the gray-clothed man to the stone staircase, and said hatefully when he left: "The next time we meet, we should judge life and death." Then he disappeared under the peak.

Mo Yi withdrew Qingxue into his sleeve and wanted to turn around and leave the peak. "Thousands of peaks are cold, snow rocks are secluded, the lights are bright and out, the spirit is beautiful, and the mountains are flowing in the sky." Suddenly, the woman groaned tactfully, with a faint smile between her eyebrows. Mo Yi's body was stunned, and then he turned into a white crane and went down to the peak.

The woman looked at the increasingly heavy clouds, and the heavy colors had the illusion of approaching the earth, and she said angrily in her heart: "Where did the water clothes go?" ”

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There is a town in the east of this peak ten miles, the name is called Youlong Town, it is said that there is a lightning bolt in the sky in the old days, it is like a swimming dragon, it is not entered here, so it is called this name. But the statements about this matter are not the same, some say that it is the meteorite meteor that fell from the sky, some say that it is caused by the leakage of the earth's vein dragon qi, and some say that the immortals in the sky swim here, among which the most popular people in the rivers and lakes are that this is the peerless god soldier buried here, so later there are many people in the martial arts who linger in Youlong Town, but they have been in the sky for many years, and nothing has been found.

Although Youlong Town is a border town, the folk customs are simple, the nearby mountains and rivers are beautiful, and there is an endless stream of people who move to the house, and the people in the rivers and lakes also linger here because of the saying of "divine soldiers", so this place is also populated. In recent days, a large number of high-rollers have gathered here, and the restaurant inn is overcrowded, and there are ** Chinese and demon cultists mixed in, and the disaster of the sword is about to break out.

Zhang Shuiyi walked on the bustling street, a light red robe like a cloud, the complexion was beautiful and unprovoked, the skin was better than snow, the eyebrows were like far daisies, the green silk was flying, the light in the eyes was flowing, the heroic spirit was full of joy, passers-by looked sideways, and secretly surprised when such a stunning woman appeared in the rivers and lakes. Zhang Shuiyi smiled, ignoring everyone's rudeness, the crowd on the street seemed to not affect her calm pace at all, and she finally stopped walking in Wangjiang Tower.

Just as she was about to enter the Wangjiang Tower, suddenly a thin figure rushed out from the left side and fell at the door, he turned around and looked behind him, his face was full of horror, but his eyes were cold. Zhang Shuiyi frowned slightly, it was actually a child about ten years old, his whole body was ragged, filthy, and trembling at the same time, as if he was afraid of something. At this moment, a loud laugh came from the volley, and said, "Little bastard, look where you are fleeing!" ”

I felt that the strong wind on the left side was whistling down, and a man quickly pounced on the child, Zhang Shuiyi looked at it, his red hair was like blood, his eyes were full of poison, and the five fingers of his right hand were like eagle claws.

The child, suddenly abandoning all fear, the nerves in his whole body relaxed, and the despair made people fearless, so he had to resign himself to closing his eyes and waiting for death. Zhang Shuiyi chuckled and suddenly waved his sleeves, like an autumn wave, but the red-haired man seemed to be quite jealous, and immediately withdrew all the attacks and avoided Zhang Shuiyi.

"Red-haired ghost!" The surroundings shouted in surprise and avoided one after another, as if they were very afraid of the red-haired man. The man was like a sharp weapon, the corners of his mouth twitched, staring gloomily at Zhang Shuiyi, the child was at a loss, staring at the two people in front of him in dismay, and his eyes suddenly flashed with the ** of survival. "No mercy!" The man paused word by word, and at the same time slowly stretched out his hands, only to see that his hands gradually turned red, his bones thumped, and his ten fingers became longer, like a magic hand stretched out in the fire of hell, wanting to burn all life.

Shui Yi put away his contempt, silently used his internal strength, and guarded the door, and the man's momentum must be very powerful with a blow. "Ahh Everyone exclaimed, only to see the red-haired man's left palm slapped towards the child who was languishing on the ground, and the scorching aura emitted by the palm was impressive.

Halfway through, the man's right hand abruptly slapped towards the water coat, abandoning the child, the momentum of the right palm was sudden and powerful, and the breath of death enveloped Zhang Shui Yi, and the momentum of the left palm was like an abyss. Everyone is frightened, the master duel, judging the situation is particularly important, missing a fraction, wrong for thousands of miles, this woman seems to want to die here, all of them sigh secretly.

In an instant, Zhang Shuiyi's left sleeve slammed into the man's right palm, and his right hand was also a false move to confuse the enemy, and the man only felt that the power of the mountain was pressing over, thick and abnormal, although there was only one sleeve, it seemed to be dancing with ten thousand sleeves, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to block hard. Everyone was surprised, the red-haired man was knocked back three feet, his right hand hung down softly, as if he was injured a lot, and looked at this beautiful beauty in disbelief.

Zhang Shuiyi stared at the red-haired man quietly, motionless, exuding a mountain-like momentum, invincible and irresistible. The corner of the man's mouth sneered, and suddenly his palm suddenly came out, and the mysterious thing was that the palm was faintly burning with flames. Someone shouted, "This is the Chiyang Jue!" ”

Zhang Shuiyi's eyes flashed with different colors, and he took a step forward fearlessly, his sleeves roared, and he met it unstoppably, and in an instant, the man was repelled three steps, but Zhang Shuiyi looked majestic. The man paced secretly in his heart, and glanced fiercely at the child who was already wooden, and the child shrank and looked at Zhang Shuiyi.

Zhang Shuiyi smiled, the breeze was warm, and the child suddenly settled down a lot. "There will be a date later!" The man said viciously, and then drowned in the bustling crowd. Zhang Shuiyi smiled bitterly in his heart, looked down, and saw that his sleeves were scorched, and his palms were faintly tingling, this red-haired ghost was really difficult to get along.

Everyone is talking about it, when did such a woman come out of the rivers and lakes, she was such a master, and she repelled the red-haired ghost with one palm, but I am afraid that she is also a famous family. Zhang Shuiyi ignored the noise around him, approached the child, and looked at the child gently with a beautiful face. "Are you going with me?" Shui Yi stretched out his white and warm hand, and the child was stunned and nodded solemnly. Zhang Shuiyi then took the child's hand and walked into the Wangjiang Tower.

Wangjiang Tower, with the Tsing Yi River on the left and the bamboo sea at its back, is an excellent place to solve the problem of accommodation and food. The young man by the window, his clothes are falling, like a scholar, he doesn't seem to be a person in the rivers and lakes, but everyone is a good person with a dragon and a phoenix, and even more so, he thinks that the dragon and the phoenix are also unattainable. The man tasted the bamboo shoot tea produced by Wangjianglou, digging bamboo shoots to make tea is very weird, but this tea is also chic, the man is gentle and quiet, and the silence is derived from the sound, although everyone has a confidant, but they are unwilling to disturb, disturbing the man's grace.

The man smiled and looked at the water coat as he walked towards him, his eyes wandering over the child for a moment, and his heart was clear. The child sat down next to Zhang Shuiyi, staring at the man, curious, envious, and wary. Everyone paid attention, this woman and this man were all the way, and if the real thing was like it, people were grouped.

The man probably knew what had just happened, and Zhang Shuiyi also said it briefly. The man sighed and said, "The Demon Sect attaches great importance to it this time, I don't know who else in the Demon Sect is here." Zhang Shuiyi was shocked: "That person just now is from the Demon Sect?" The man nodded slightly, "The red-haired ghost is a master of the Demon Sect. Zhang Shuiyi said hatefully: "Since he is a member of the Demon Sect, he is really evil." ”

The man said indifferently: "The Demon Sect calls itself the Taiyi Sect, taken from the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was the god of heaven in ancient times, and this Demon Sect prides itself on being very high. Red-haired ghosts aren't easy to deal with, can you get hurt? Shui Yi stretched out his left hand, and the man checked it with his hand, only to see that the palm was mottled with light red, and frowned: "This is fire poison, it was only a slight sting at the beginning, and then the meridians were burning, and finally the blood veins of the whole body boiled and died of severe pain, but I didn't expect the red-haired ghost's cultivation to be really extraordinary." ”

The man looked at the child with a worried face and said gently, "Little brother, what is your name?" The child didn't expect the man to ignore Shuiyi's injury first, and asked Raushzi's name, a trace of annoyance flashed on his face, and he said coldly: "Si'er." The man chuckled, and then asked, "Why is the red-haired ghost, that is, the red-haired man chasing you?" Si'er said coldly: "That wicked man wanted to take me as an apprentice, I looked at him and was afraid, and I didn't want to, so I took the opportunity to escape, but he wanted to kill me, I thought I was in a catastrophe, fortunately...... Luckily, this sister saved me. ”

The man looked at the unusually calm child, smiled lightly, and floated out of the dust, what a good son. Si'er glanced at the man and said, "Sister's injury...... What should I do......" Zhang Shuiyi turned his head and smiled comfortingly, and said, "Si'er, my sister is fine." Si'er was puzzled, and he stopped talking, so he had to drink tea with his head bored.

At this time, Wangjianglou walked in a person in a white robe, who did not know his face, and exuded a clear air on his body, which attracted people from the rivers and lakes to look at him, this person was Mo Yi. "Shopkeeper, I want a room." The voice is low and vicissitudes. The middle-aged shopkeeper nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, good." This guest officer, looking at the face of the student, must have come to Wangjiang Tower for the first time. We have a rule in Wangjiang Building, for the first time guests, we can meet a request for the guest officer for free, as long as it is not too much to ask for anything, we will do it. ”

Mo Yi paused, was silent for a moment, and said, "Put a pot of bluegrass in the room." The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Okay, good." Ban'er, take the guest officer to the guest room. A stunned young man hurriedly ran over, nodded and said, "Guest officer, please come here." Xiao Er then took Mo Yi to the backyard.

Zhang Shuiyi looked at Mo Yi leaving, looked back at the man and said, "This person is ......" The man continued: "Extraordinary." Zhang Shuiyi thought thoughtfully: "I don't know where that one is sacred?" The man chuckled and said, "Do you know the most sensational martial arts anecdote sixteen years ago?" Zhang Shuiyi said casually: "Of course, it was the bloody rebellion, and then a martial arts referendum was held in the Martial Temple. ”

The man smiled silently, Shui Yi couldn't think about the connection, and Si'er was silent. The man suddenly said, "Shui Yi, have you forgotten one thing?" Shui Yi came back to his senses and said, "What? The man glanced at the Tsing Yi River, which was dyed red by the sunset, and said, "Qianxue, you should be in a hurry." Shui Yi suddenly realized and shouted: "It's miserable, I forgot that Sister Wu is still in the Rizhao Pavilion, so I'll pick her up." Big brother, you are optimistic about Si'er. The man laughed to himself.