With a sneer, Feng Feifei threw the short sword "snap", and with a "click", the sword body sank into a boulder beside her for three inches, and cracks were a foot long on the white stone ground, which looked like a cold and sarcastic pinch of the corners of her mouth. The red tassels on the sword hunted and flew in the wind, wantonly and unrestrained, burning those indescribable eyes.

Among them, there was a look of familiarity and warmth, Feng Feifei looked back a little puzzled, and found that Gongsun Xuanyu had come behind him silently at some point. With his eyes crossed, Gongsun Xuan's eyes were clear, like the early dawn on the sea. Feng Feifei looked back at him calmly, the light in her eyes changed, her eyes were clear and misty, like waves on the sea, constantly rolling, like a clear and rippling wine in front of the lamp.

Feng Feifei was still secretly cursing Gongsun Xuanyu in her heart a moment ago, that damn thing, do you really want to watch yourself being captured? also said that he was there, and he wouldn't let people touch her, but she still believed him, and at this critical time, he actually threw her off the tree as bait. And at this moment, the four eyes intersected, and a qiē was clear!

At the moment, she understands him!

Gongsun Xuanyu stood there heroically, like a green pine that does not bend, and the crescent-colored robe flipped inward to fly out of the light purple auspicious cloud pattern, like a burning cloud lit up in the dome, leaping between the vast clouds and mountains of the four seas. He met Feng Feifei's gaze directly, Feng Feifei looked at his dark and blazing gaze with a smile, waiting for his signature smile, waiting for him to wave to her, and said, "Feifei, we are finally standing side by side!" ”

In the distance, a deep and melodious sound of music came from afar, as if playing music and resonating for this timeless picture.

The tune is ancient and mournful, the timbre is ancient and mellow, and there is a kind of simple beauty that washes away the chrysanthemum along the hem of the Chinese skirt, such as the ancient road blowing in the snow, and the hurricane of Mangshan is blowing in the face. Everywhere you look, the desert is vast, the world is the same color, and at this moment, I think of the soft Jiangnan River, Huaiyang willows, Xie Jiayan, and the peach blossoms on the small bridge. Memories of the past. As in front of you.

This timbre is not Xiao or flute, different from Xiao's clearness, and different from the brightness of the flute. But there is a long lingering aftertaste, such as bitter tea in the mouth, after a long time, the vicissitudes and charm will be tasted, and the layers will not hover on the tip of the tongue. Straight to the bottom of my heart, it reminds people of the ups and downs of fate and life that taste like tea.

The men in black were already cowering. Only the leader was still calm, and his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk.

And the girl who was smiling and moaning in front of him was not afraid, and her sneering eyes were close to the leader, and the girl's eyes were deep. It's like a winter lake that suddenly encounters a crack in the ground, so big and big waves gush out, when the hood is underneath. Poured a cold heart!

The sword light flashed, and the silver rainbow was opened in mid-air. Whistling and falling! The world cooled in an instant. The blood flies high, and the thorns spray on the bamboo curtains on all sides, dragging and dragging vividly, outlining into a picture, vertical like the folds of the mountains, and horizontal like the sea of water. The pen of the ghost and the god, painting the blood-colored country!

Gongsun Xuan's sword was not stained with blood, he was afraid that he would stain Feng Feifei's eyes, so he gently took her with him and landed lightly on another piece of clean flat ground.

"Huh! I'm not that vulnerable! Feng Feifei looked at the great man in front of her and said with a smile.

"This is the vicious dog raised by your good cousin Yuan Ying, do you want to leave one to ask?" Gongsun Xuanyu also smiled tacitly and said.

"No need! I got it, too! Feng Feifei glanced at the black-clothed people who were scattering like birds and beasts, and said indifferently.

The flat ground deep in the dense forest suddenly seemed deeper and more empty, and in the distance, the deep and melodious music came again.

The two of them were close at hand, listening quietly, and at the end of the song, Feng Feifei's eyes were slightly wet.

She muttered, "Xun...... I actually heard it with my own ears......"

Gongsun Xuanyu was thoughtful, and suddenly gently pushed her, and said, "Go ahead." ”

Feng Feifei got up, smiled at him, walked straight out, followed the sound through the layers of dense forests, there was a large courtyard in the depths of a bamboo forest, and beyond the garden was a gazebo, on the top of the pavilion, the man in white like snow blew to the moon, and the golden-red cloud dragon pattern Gu Xun was in his palm, flashing with a gorgeous and heavy divine light accumulated over the years. His white clothes hung down from the eaves of the pavilion, fluttering silently like a swallow, as if some long-buried thoughts were difficult to exit, and he intended to explain silently with certain gestures.

Feng Feifei jumped on the top of the pavilion, sat down quietly beside him, and inadvertently turned his head sideways, and the afterimage immediately turned his head sideways, but Feng Feifei actually caught a faint reflection of the moonlight on his cheeks at this moment. Is that...... Tears? Feng Feifei's heart jumped, and the afterimage was actually crying? This gentle-looking but self-born man, she never thought that she would see him cry in this life.

The afterimage had already spoken quietly: "Today is Ji Huan's death day...... She has been gone for seven years. ”

Feng Feifei's heart skipped a beat. Who is Ji Huan? His...... Younger sister? Wife? She was silent, not wanting to ask, since the afterimage had already mentioned it, it was finally willing to take the initiative to talk to her about the past, and she was only responsible for listening.

"She is my fiancée, she has been married since she was a child, when she was a child, I didn't like her, such a yellow-haired girl, a woman from a big family, she actually likes to dance with guns and sticks, she doesn't seem to like me, she said in public that I can't carry a basket in my hands, I can't carry a burden on my shoulders, I am a waste, we once said goodbye in a rage, and swore to marry no one to marry you, and no one to marry him."

He smiled, stroked the Gu Xun in his hand, and cast his eyes far away to the far-reaching sky, those days when the two little ones were not guessing, and the childhood plum hated the bamboo horse, had already been pressed into a thin leaf bookmark in the old book, revealing the old meridians of the years, brittle and fragile, so that he never dared to take it lightly, afraid that the moment his fingers touched it, he would "snap" and turn into permanent memory dust.

"Later, that year, my family ...... Under the protection of the family guards, I drove three thousand miles day and night, escaped countless times, and finally escaped with my life. ”

"A long, long time later, I heard that after my family was defeated, there was still someone who stood up and spoke, that was her, she carried the fragments of the ancestral merit tablet found from the ruins of my family, and carried it to my enemy's house step by step, and smashed the broken tablet in front of him. The loyal and virtuous people, the usurper of power, the sun and the moon, not according to the sincerity! (To be continued.) )