"It's okay, who will come to this lifeless palace?" Master Yiyun said lightly, as if to say, I can come to make this palace shine, come and thank me!

As expected by the ancient painting fan, Emperor Chunyuan also seemed to hear an innocuous word, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were also flat as if acquiescing.

"Today, I want to take away this stinky boy and stinky girl!" Master Yiyun said in a calm voice, stepped forward to remove Gu Weikong's sharp sword, and secretly shook his head when he saw the bloodstains on the soft sword in Gu Huafan's hand. raised his eyes to look at the pure abyss Lan Mu who was light and cloudy, and sighed secretly. Reaching into his arms, he took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled his Chinese medicine powder on Chunyuan Lanmu's wound. The blood that kept pouring out was immediately stopped.

The ancient painting fan trembled his hands, not knowing how to react.

"These two people, Master Yiyun can't take them away!" Emperor Chunyuan said in a deep voice.

"How?" Master Yiyun asked.

"The two of them broke the palace rules!" Emperor Chunyuan said in a deep voice.

Master Yiyun, who was staring at Gu Weikong, heard this, glanced at Emperor Chunyuan, smiled strangely, sighed heavily, and said, "Palace rules, palace rules." What exactly are the palace rules? You are such a transparent person, and you have been bound by this house rule again and again. It was so then, and it's true today! This inexplicable sigh is incomprehensible to others. But it made Emperor Chunyuan's expression change, and the hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly.

"That's it, I don't want to talk about the past. But today, these two old men must be taken away, so as not to cause another past! Master Yiyun said to himself without a head or tail.

Immediately, a soft sword in the hand of the ancient painting fan was taken out. Inserted in the snow next to Chunyuan Lan Mu, the blood on the sword slipped and sank into the snow.

Master Yiyun grabbed the ancient painting fan and Gu Weikong one by one, turned his head and walked towards the dark night. But he heard Emperor Chunyuan say urgently: "Master Yiyun, after so many years, can't you still solve my confusion!" She was so ruthless, so ruthless! ”

This sentence also really sighed without a head and a tail, but the desolate voice of Emperor Chunyuan echoed for a long time.

The ancient painting fan looked back at him, but saw that in the heavy snow, the figure of Emperor Chunyuan was shaking. In an instant, it seemed to be a few years older.

She always knew that Emperor Chunyuan had someone hidden in her heart, but she didn't know what kind of past it was. As Master Yiyun said, a person who is so transparent is tortured like this. What kind of time was that?

Even with such questioning, Master Yiyun still didn't look back, and took the hands of the two of them straight towards the dark night.

The ancient painting fan looked at the heavy snow, and Chunyuan Lanmu was already able to move. The eyes are hazy.

He was looking down at the sword. never turned to look at her—

――

It's such a heart-rending dream again, and the dazed sighs between ups and downs have long been unforgettable.

Slowly opening his eyes, he entered a simple and elegant room, with no superfluous furnishings, and the lingering incense of meditation in the room exuded a faint calm.

Scenes filled my mind again, and finally I was fixed on the lonely figure of the man looking down at the sword.

Suddenly, close your eyes. The drops of bright red blood on his neck still blurred her heart.

The door opened. There was a slight sound of footsteps, and then the bed on his side sank a little, and someone should have sat down.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes were covered by a cold finger, and the ancient painting fan realized that he didn't know when, and tears had soaked the pillow towel.

Slowly opened his eyes, and the sight was Gu Weikong, who was dressed in green clothes, frowned slightly.

This is her brother, the brother whose blood is thicker than water, the brother who sacrificed his life to protect her.

"Is the wound painful? Mo cried. It will be fine soon. Gu Weikong said softly.

"Brother, I'm sorry." The ancient painting fan frowned slightly and said softly.

Gu Weikong chuckled lightly and said, "Since you feel sorry, let's get better quickly." This is the greatest reward for my brother. ”

Seeing him smile so warmly, the man's warm face resurfaced in the mind of the ancient painting fan, and his heart throbbed with pain.

"Rest well! In the future, you don't have to worry about being afraid, and you can recuperate here with peace of mind. Gu Weikong said softly.

The ancient painting fan nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took for the person next to him to sigh and stand up and leave slowly. It wasn't until the door was opened and closed again that the ancient painting fan reached out to cover his eyes and sobbed in a low voice.

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It has been half a month since I came to this Qingquan Temple, counting the days, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve. It's just that there is no feeling of imminent New Year in this pure-hearted temple. It's still as usual, just like usual.

In the back mountain, on the cliff on the abyss, the towering trees are covered with snow, and the mountains are covered with ice and snow as far as the eye can see, which is extremely beautiful.

The ancient painting fan sat on the swing that Gu Weikong flew high on the branches that tied her and swung towards the air.

Looking at the magnificent scene in front of me, I suddenly remembered a poem written by Grandpa Mao that had never been seen before or since, and was invincible.

I couldn't help but recite it vividly

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless;

Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style;

Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

I have always felt that this poem is magnificent, but it is delicate, with pride and ambition but sighing at this changeable world, putting aside a qiē, it is indeed the best.

On the high branches, Gu Weikong had already stopped playing the flute, and looked down at the ancient painting fan with a soft smile below, and his heart was also calm and peaceful.

The swing is flying, and a woman in white flutters in the wind, and the white and flawless dress draws a beautiful arc in the snow. The bright smile echoed in the valley, bright and colorful.

Not far away, Master Yiyun and Master Zhikong were sitting on a stone bench, and a game of chess that was already fighting was placed on the stone table in front of them.

Gu Huafan chuckled and watched the two of them not drop a chess piece for a long time, so he stopped the swing and strode towards the two of them.

The thick snow makes a creaking sound when stepped on, but it is so pleasant.

Gu Weikong looked at the tiptoeing movements of the ancient painting fan, shook his head funny, and then picked up the jade flute and put it on his thin lips and played it.

The melodious melody reverberates in the valley again, and the aftertaste is endless.

The ancient painting fan walked gently to the side of the two, looked at the chess game on the chessboard, and shook his head helplessly.

It's another unsolvable endgame.

I want to open my mouth again and tell them that there is no solution to this game, but I remember that these days she only needs to mention it. was stared at by the two of them with big eyes, trembling and shaking their heads. She had to endure it and stop hitting them again.

After watching silently for a long time, the two people in front of them were still sitting motionless, and the ancient painting fan brewed a large basket of exhortations in his heart. After tasting the product, he felt that it was not satisfactory, so he immediately opened his mouth and said: "Two masters!" There is no solution to this sentence! ”

……

The air instantly condensed for a moment, and then the ancient painting fan covered his mouth, exclaimed exaggeratedly, and ran away.

Only the indignation of Master Yiyun and Master Zhikong came from behind him.

"You stinky girl!"

……

The ancient painting fan strode far away, and then he giggled, blame me!

Gu Weikong stopped playing funny, and flew towards the white figure in the snow.

As soon as he picked up the ancient painting fan, he shuttled through the snowy sky and the towering trees. (To be continued.) )