Nian Qing has spent decades traveling to all the places Xie Zhao has walked, and her starting point is Sangyu Town, the place where it all began. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info There she listened over and over again about the story of Xie Zhao and Murong Yao, the story about the life and death of that Jin Ge Iron Horse, and every time she listened to it, she couldn't help but shed tears. Then she went to Mobei, a once prosperous and decaying city with the beginning of a new dynasty, has now become the land of Jiang, but the Xie Mansion that once stood in the city is still preserved. However, it is no longer a mansion, but has been converted into a school.

Listening to the sound of childish laughter and the sound of reading aloud, Nianqing somehow had a strange feeling in her heart, covering her heart, she was a little puzzled, with the beginning of the journey, she found that another consciousness in her body was gradually waking up. Next, she went to the Demon Domain and visited the Demon Venerable Lian Yu.

The sky of the Demon Domain was as gloomy and gloomy as everyone had described, gray and oppressive, and the current Demon Venerable, who was the four protectors of Jing Tan's subordinates in the past, and his other three companions had all fallen. When Nian Qing saw Lian Yu, he was surrounded by a group of smiling demon beauties. Seeing Nian Qing, who was five points similar in appearance, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but then smiled lightly. Without waiting for Nian Qing to speak, he said.

"I can roughly guess why you're here, but you're you, not Xie Zhao."

Nian Qing stayed in the Demon Domain for a long time, she got to know the Star Soul and the Moon Spirit, and there were many people who became demons for various reasons, until one day Lian Yu couldn't bear to drive her away. And gave her a bag of seeds.

Next, Nianqing went to Shuhe City.

She wanted to visit Fu Jiazhi and Fu Zhuo's father and son, but the father and son had already moved away. After inquiring about where the two of them had moved, Nian Qing embarked on the road to Jingnan.

Next to the mirror lake in Jingnan, she found Fu Zhuo and Lou Xiyan. The two men and women, who had also lost their beloved, became friends, and they were neighbors, and they once traveled all over the six and eight wildernesses above Kyushu, and now live in seclusion here.

Fu Zhuo and Lou Xiyan looked at Nian Qing, who was five points similar to Xie Zhao's appearance, and began to tell her their story. By the time the story was told in fits and starts, it had been a month later.

It's the most beautiful season in the land of Gyeongnam. At night, the galaxy is splendid, fireflies fly above the mirror lake, cicadas chirp endlessly, and the wind rustles through. The beautiful scenery between heaven and earth made Nian Qing can't help but dance.

Saying goodbye to Fu Zhuo and Lou Xiyan, Nianqing went to Baili Valley next, the current owner of Baili Valley is named Red Sleeves, she couldn't help but be stunned the moment she saw Nianqing, and then served hot tea to Nianqing.

The fragrance of tea lingered, and Red Sleeves couldn't help but talk about Baili Chi, after the end of the battle many years ago, Baili Chi returned to Baili Valley, the black robe organization had collapsed, and Red Sleeves didn't have to worry about being hunted down, but she still chose to stay in Baili Valley.

Because of her hopeless original intention, and because she has nowhere to go. For the next ten years, she stayed by Bailichi's side until the Bailichi deadline had reached and she died.

Nian Qing wanted to comfort Red Sleeves, but she found that Red Sleeves had a shallow smile on her face, which seemed to be happiness. Nianqing didn't understand, she couldn't help but ask.

"Senior Red Sleeves, why do you know that Senior Baili will stay by his side willingly without you in his heart?"

Red Sleeves replied to Nian Qing like this. "It has nothing to do with me whether he loves me or not, I only know that I love him, and it is because I know the hopelessness of this love, so when I have the opportunity to be by his side until I die, I will cherish it extraordinarily. Even until he died, all the years spent with him were enough for me to remember and appreciate for the rest of my life. I am not a monk, my life is only a few years, and in a few decades, I will forget his voice and smile, but the feelings that once touched my heart will always be remembered. Who have I ever loved......"

In an instant, Nianqing seemed to understand something, looking at the red sleeves, she solemnly thanked her. "Thank you, senior, I have benefited a lot from your words." After that she left again.

Later, she went to many places, walked through many cities and villages, visited many people, and from the mouths of these people, her brain intermittently pieced together the figure of a woman in red, the woman in red was obsessed all her life, she had fought on the battlefield, and she had also wielded a knife as a demon, and she had done things whether they were right or wrong. In the end, there are only two strokes in the history books.

Xie Zhao, born in the sixth year of Emperor Yongping of Yasukuni Baiping, was ominous. A famous female general at the end of the Yasukuni period, she killed the iron hooves of the Beirong people many times outside the border of Mobei.

Closing the history book in her hand, Nian Qing turned her head to look at the second senior brother who had been standing behind her, and couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for always conniving at my wayward behavior."

Zhifeng smiled absently, and subconsciously rubbed Nianqing's head again. "I'm your second senior brother, as a senior brother, I naturally want to protect my little junior sister."

For a moment, Nian Qing couldn't help but throw herself into the arms of Zhifeng and sobbed. If, if, how good it would be if the person she fell in love with was Zhifeng, then she would not be so painful, she and Zhifeng would gradually get closer to each other with the passage of time, and finally meet the limit together together, but the love is the clock, and the body can't help it. Her heart can only hold one person, her eyes can only see one figure, and she wants no one but that person.

Zhifeng helplessly patted Nianqing's back, and his eyes were full of doting. His little sister still loves to cry so much.

After crying that day, Nianqing began to concentrate on cultivation, everything in the red dust, she has already tasted it, love and hate, joys and sorrows, all of which are fleeting. Her heart had stopped, and occasionally she would think of the days on the Ethereal Mountain, followed by a light smile.

Obsession becomes a demon, and letting go is only a moment.

Many years later, one day, news came from the Ethereal Mountain.

Lou Luan soared.

At that moment, after Nian Qing heard this, her heart still trembled that could not be ignored. But it's just for a moment. Then she smiled. Although there was a sense of amazement in her heart, and even a trace of pain, she was more relieved in her heart. She has grown up and is no longer a child. I also learned that the things I like and the people I like don't necessarily get them.

The evening drum and morning bell rang again, Nian Qing stood on the star-picking tower in Shengjing, looking at the direction of the ethereal mountain from a distance, a smile crossed her eyes, her life is still very long......