On the top of the mountain, the cold wind was bleak, and under the starry sky, I could only see the red flame of a star cigarette butt under the pine tree. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The indescribable confusion shrouded Lin Yuanchen's heart, and she didn't know where to go next and what to continue to do. At this time, in her opinion, the seven peaks have also become extremely empty due to the disappearance of Feng Yuluan, are they staying here? Be a female disciple of the Seven Peaks? Or go back to Zhengling Mountain? To be the only disciple of Ruzhen? Or go wandering on the continent to find traces of the remaining four fairy swords?

She puffed through the smoke in her mouth, and there had never been chaos in her life.

Just as she watched the smoke in her mouth exhale, gradually dissipating in front of her eyes, suddenly a wine jug was stuffed in front of her: "Do you want to drink?" Then came a very nice voice.

This voice was neither bright nor low, as clear as a light rain in the heavenly street, and as soft as the silent wind in the dark night, how could Lin Yuanchen not remember this voice? It was the voice she had been familiar with for twelve years, the voice she had been waiting to reappear.

At this time, it sounded in her ears unguardedly, and in an instant it reached the depths of her heart, shaking her heart.

"Master?" Lin Yuanchen wiped his eyes suspiciously, only to see that on the wine jug in front of him, there was a big hand with a good proportion, and then looking up, the big hand was connected to a piece of raw white cotton sleeve, and then looked to the side, this sleeve went up diagonally, connected with a heroic shoulder, Lin Yuanchen's heart thumped twice.

A quiet night breeze blew, and a long jet-black hair flew out from under the shoulder.

Lin Yuanchen slowly raised his head and saw a face.

This face is so familiar, when she dresses up every day, she can see an identical face from the mirror, and at this time, she was born in this great man, which has a unique charm.

His face is white and distinct, his cheeks are deeply connected to the two temples vertically, and from the two temples, he can see two sword eyebrows that are not thick or light, long and straight connected to a straight nose bridge, under the nose bridge are two attractive lips that are not thick or thin, and his eyes, hidden in the shadow of the eyebrows, exude a blue blue like smoke and rain. Is this him? Why is it not at all like what you imagined?

He was not old at all, but looked young, with fair and tight skin on his face without any wrinkles. His hair was as silky as ink, and there was a green pine air in the air, and there was not a single white hair. He was tall and straight, not at all old.

At this time, the starry sky was covered with the top of his head, which was exactly the same as the calm and quiet temperament on his body.

"Is that him? Have I seen him? Lin Yuanchen couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

At the moment when the two of them met their eyes, Lin Yuanchen seemed to hear his heartbeat pounding faster, and his eyes fell on his azure blue eyes, and he couldn't extricate himself for a moment.

This breathtaking sensation seems to have existed from beginning to end, and it is only now that it is revealed.

Those eyes, so indifferent, and so miserable, as if a vast sea engulfed itself, for a moment, she looked at her existence, and in that moment, it became eternal.

The person in front of him also seemed to look deeply into his eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.

This glance, as if from both ends of the starry sky through countless distances, and as if through the eternal surging time, they looked at each other, and their ears seemed to be quiet, and it seemed to be a roar.

Another gust of wind rose, and a grain of fine sand blew into Lin Yuanchen's eyes, she closed her eyes slightly, tears secreted from her eyes, and she raised her hand to rub her eyes.

The man in front of him smiled and said lightly, "The hair is very good." He turned around and sat next to Lin Yuanchen, on the roots of the towering giant pine.

Lin Yuanchen rubbed his eyes, and just smelled a loose breath floating towards his side. In the sudden heartbeat, he finally kneaded the fine sand in his eyes, shed a few lines of tears, and caught a glimpse of the man sitting next to him in the afterglow, but he didn't dare to look back at all.

She raised her hand and stroked her hair, only to remember that she was busy on the way, and her hair was already unkempt, so she grabbed it indiscriminately.

The man handed the wine jug to Lin Yuanchen's chest again: "Do you want to drink?" ”

Lin Yuanchen heard this very nice voice again, and his heart seemed to jump to his throat: "Hmm." She didn't dare to speak in a panic, and a word came out of her nose. He reached out and took the flask, but his hands brushed the man's big hand.

Just a moment of gentle touch, it is a burst of electric flint heartstrings.

That hand was warm and soft, and when it touched it, Lin Yuanchen's whole body was like an electric shock.

In the eyes of the market, this man is indeed not as handsome as Feng Yuluan, but Lin Yuanchen glanced at him and already thought that he was the most handsome man in the world, and that glance seemed to have a magic power that left an imprint in her heart.

Perhaps everyone, all their lives, has come and gone in the crowd looking for a face, a face that is the same as themselves, no matter what that face looks like, in their minds, only this face can eliminate the eternal loneliness in their hearts, and the incompatibility with the world.

Lin Yuanchen was already flustered to the extreme, raised the wine jug and put it to his mouth and took a big sip. This wine is different from what I have drunk before, it is soft and clear, and a warm current rises in the belly, with a hint of sharpness but not sharpness.

"I made it myself."

"It's delicious!" Lin Yuanchen replied subconsciously.

After a period of silence, Lin Yuanchen took a few sips in succession, trying to suppress the inexplicable panic in his heart, but his heart kept pounding.

This man is not as flawless and handsome as Feng Yuluan, but he has an indescribable charm, this charm lingers in this man's words and deeds, every look, and every breath, this charm is so strong, just a glance overwhelms all the defenses in Lin Yuanchen's heart.

With the help of wine, Lin Yuanchen became bolder, turned his head low, and saw a dreamlike side face, with a deep blue ethereal gaze.

The man felt Lin Yuanchen looking at him, and gently turned his eyes and looked at Lin Yuanchen's eyes.

Lin Yuanchen's mind seemed to be pierced by an arrow, and a blank appeared in his mind, as if the whole person had fallen into this bright blue eye, and he was deeply drowning in it.

"Am I old?" The man's extremely attractive lips moved slightly, and the voice in this dream sounded close in Lin Yuanchen's ears, and she felt her whole heart slam towards the front of her chest, making her unable to breathe for a while.

Is he old? Why was he so old in his dreams?

"You don't ...... old" A picture instantly appeared in Lin Yuanchen's mind, it was in a dream, and it was also under a huge pine tree with twisted branches, just like now.

She said to the old Tao in her dream: If you change back to your youthful appearance, I will marry you when I grow up.

With the appearance of this scene, Lin Yuanchen's blood rushed straight to the back of his head, and he quickly lowered his head, and from the depths of his neck, a stream of crimson flew up his cheeks irrepressibly.

At the same time that she remembered this scene in her mind, the man in front of her had already felt it, and a smile appeared at this time: "Hehe." A faint laugh came into Lin Yuanchen's ears, stirring the wine in his stomach and suddenly rolling. (To be continued.) )