The spring rain green plantains, the breeze red cherries, the streamer is fleeting and throws people away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a spring day full of apricot blossoms, and for the first time in a few years, Zijin stepped out of her boudoir and went to the suburbs by car, but she never thought that she would meet the man she loved all her life.

Spring is an excellent season, full of spring beauty, the lake reflects the spring breeze blowing through the willows.

Zijin casually folded off the willow branches and played with them in his hands, but among the weeping willows covered by the green forest, he saw the tall white clouds that seemed to have been washed.

She approached slowly, gently lifted the last layer of tender green willow curtain with her hand, and really saw the young man who was as elegant and noble as the ice and snow on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the young man is closing his eyes, resting under the weeping willows, slowly approaching, the young man's appearance becomes clearer and clearer, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the bridge of his nose is high, the contours of his face are soft, and his long hair like black satin is scattered under his body, as if the painter deliberately depicted the immortal, but perhaps even the best painter in the world is difficult to describe his peerless and elegant beautiful face.

Gao Shan looked up, Zijin saw such a tall and beautiful young man for the first time, although he closed his eyes at this time, he was still able to easily capture her heart.

The boy seemed to feel that he was being watched, his wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his white skin as white as jade even more set off his obsidian-like pupils, which were as dark as an abyss.

He sat up slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were distinct, and Zijin only felt that the young man kept overlapping with the shadow in her memory.

It was him, it was such a coincidence, he hadn't seen him for many years, but he met here again, which can be regarded as a fantasy reunion.

The young man stood up, his expression was elegant and calm, between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be as gentle as the spring breeze in March, his face was a little childlike and delicate, the corners of his mouth raised a perfect arc, and his smile was extremely innocent and harmless, which was completely different from his isolation from the world.

The green willows and the breeze sent each other, rolled up the hem of his clothes, and the hidden flowers flew into the air, like the falling snow in the distant mountains, and like a fairy returning with the wind.

He smiled shallowly, that smile was like a breeze and a bright moon, gentle and introverted, one more point is more, one less point is a pity, it is just right now.

"Who are you?"

His voice is silent and clear, warm and good-sounding, mellow and fragrant for a long time, intoxicating.

He doesn't remember.

Also, after so many years, he forgot, and it's normal, there's nothing to regret.

comforted himself, but there was still a little loss in his heart, as if a small pebble sank into the endless sea, causing tiny ripples.

Zijin reluctantly pulled out a smile that was not too rude and replied: "The little girl is playing, passing by here, and seeing that the scenery here is unique, but I don't want to disturb the son." ”

If you forget, forget it, and seeing him okay now is also a good consolation.

"I see." After the young man finished speaking, he glanced at him casually, "The scenery here is indeed fascinating, since the girl likes it, then I will give this place to the girl and say goodbye." ”

The young man's tone was calm, not displeased, and after speaking, he turned and walked in the other direction, his pace was neither fast nor slow, and the light swing of his sleeves could not be said to be leisurely and elegant, as if there was nothing in this world worth caring about.

Zijin watched the young man's distant figure gradually disappear into the greenery, and she smiled, smiling from the bottom of her heart for the first time in so many years.

Just after he left, Zijin had secretly sent people to find his whereabouts many times, but they all returned in vain, and in the end she even thought that he might have died tragically, and now she saw that he was safe and sound, even more graceful than before, just like the green leaves fluttering in the wind, falling into the dirt, finding the final destination.

Zijin returned to Liuyue Pavilion as if he was enchanted, the smile in his eyes never dissipated, and his mind was occupied by the elegant and noble young man.

???????? She smiled helplessly and looked down at the red bean bracelet in her palm that had long since faded in color.

At this time, the young man in Zijin's mind stood at the highest point of Tianyu with his hands in his hands, looking down on the lights of the entire Tianyu Imperial City.

A man quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, looked at the young man who was buried under the moon and said, "As the young master expected, the elite soldiers of King Lin's Mansion have surrounded all of Zixu Mountain. ”

The boy turned to look at the man, as if he didn't care about what was about to happen, "Everything is going according to plan, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

"Young master, Old Lord Lin is notoriously cunning, this operation is too risky, it is better to find someone to go for you." The man looked at Shang Rongli's gaze, but he couldn't help but have a desire to dodge.

The young man looked at a white steed not far away, "Family feud, how can you fake your hands to others." ”

In the twilight, the young man's wide pure white shirt unfolded and fell on the horse's back, and his wide sleeves hung down like flowing water.

The rich smell of blood in the air was permeated, and the moonlight sprinkled on the pure white that had been bathed in snow, but it was quietly engraved with coldness and alienation, and the young man who stood behind him looked at the people opposite, his eyes were cold and solidified.

At that moment, the slaughter swept in, and the long sword held by the young man slipped down and dripped on the ground with hot blood.

The boy chuckled softly, his voice warm and soft.

The old prince Lin on the opposite side looked at the corpses all over the ground, and his expression changed from contempt and disdain at the beginning to solemn contemplation now.

He really underestimated this descendant of the Rong family, but he didn't expect that such a breezy young man could be absolutely ruthless and fatal when killing the enemy.

After thinking for a moment, Old Prince Lin opened his mouth and asked, "General Chen, is he interested in fighting that young man?" ”

The man in white standing beside Old Prince Lin also took a deep look at the young man opposite at this moment, the young man's performance really opened his eyes, he was still young, so he had it? With such profound martial arts, such talents are really rare in the world.

"Okay, I'll be this boy."

The young man watched the white figure in the centaur opposite gradually approaching, the long sword in his hand clenched, and the smile on his face was still peaceful and warm.

The bright moon accompanied by the breeze, attested to a bloody storm on the top of the sky.

I saw that in the twilight, the sword light and blood shadow of the two white figures flew into the air.

Chen Ziyun's swordsmanship is gorgeous, every move is like a cold raindrop, the move is pressing, and the speed is extremely fast.

And Rong Li is still light, he uses the messy moves naturally, and he mostly sees the moves. It seems to outsiders that he is always at a disadvantage, but Chen Ziyun is the only one who really feels how terrible this weak teenager is at this moment.

His moves are not perfect, and he can't talk about how explosive he is, but every trick he uses is difficult for people to find a breakthrough.

A powerful oppressive force that almost crushes the opponent into the abyss of hell.

This is Chen Ziyun's biggest personal experience at the moment, this elegant and noble young man is too powerful, and the powerful is terrifying.

Chen Ziyun frowned slightly, and hurriedly retreated, but he never thought that the young man who had always been defending as an attacker, suddenly pointed the sword blade at his weakest point and stabbed him.