In the beginning of antiquity, who preached it?

The top and bottom are not formed, why should they be tested?

Who can do it?

Feng Yiwei is like, how can he know it?

It's clear that it's too late, but what is the time?

The triad of yin and yang, what is the origin and what is the transformation?

The circle is ninefold, which camp is the degree?

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A chant came from the wind, and Ye Qingyue raised her eyes and looked around. This is the cool time of autumn, the maple leaves are red all over the mountain, and the grass is bleak and yellow.

In the vast field, the two armies faced each other. The light of various magic weapons and spells shone brightly, and on the colorful magic robes, blood flowers bloomed, blurring a bright color, like a bright rain of fireworks on the night of Shangyuan.

In the middle of the battlefield, one man and one sword come and go. The man's white armor was like snow, the sword light was cold, and the sea of blood flew everywhere. The cyan long sword is like life, like the person holding the sword, the heart of the person who holds the sword is connected, and the exchange is wishful, and no one dares to do it.

The thick horn sounded, and the man in white suddenly stopped, the cyan long sword body trembled slightly, the blood beads fell like rain, and the sword body was as clear as yesterday. Then, with a wave of his hand, thousands of troops and horses followed closely behind him, and the huge waves rushed into the sky, and the withered grass in the sky was stained with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the autumn wind rose and the sky was twilight. The red and yellow grass was empty, and there was only one man in white, dressed like snow, and the wind was fierce.

He stood with his long body in the evening, between heaven and earth, and his body was as straight as a long sword.

Behind him is the autumn water, in front of the water, the long sword in his palm is like the autumn water. One man and one sword, clinging to each other, reflecting the last daylight of the day.

Ye Qingyue was watching this person not far behind him, watching this person show his might with a sword, and after watching the big victory, they were independent in the afterglow of the sunset. The heart is shaking and surging.

She could only watch them all the time, her body fixed in one place, unable to move. They don't seem to be aware of her existence, a big war, from the beginning to the end, as if it was being staged in another time and space.

"Who are you? The deity doesn't remember that there is such a clan as you. The man in white suddenly turned around and landed in front of Ye Qingyue, his body was imposing, and his eyes were as clear as sword light.

"Who am I? Let me think. Ye Qingyue opened her mouth with difficulty, but she couldn't think of anything. In the face of such a powerful person, she didn't feel afraid, but felt an instinctive attachment and closeness. Then she was pleasantly surprised to find that the prohibition imposed on herself seemed to have been loosened, and she could actually speak.

"Dare to look directly at the deity, it's a bold little girl!" The man in white stared at him, spread out his palm, and a cluster of ice-blue flames rose, and that little flame fell in front of Ye Qingyue, Ye Qingyue unconsciously spread out his palm, and the same bit of ice-blue spark jumped out of his palm. The two clusters of flames merged into one, dancing in the faint twilight.

"I want to see you! But why can't I remember anything? Like, someone called me Yue'er. Ye Qingyue looked at the dancing ice-blue flames in fascination, tilted her head, and tried to think for a while, and said.

The white-clothed man's expression was much gentler, he raised his hand to disperse the flames, and tried his best to make himself look much kinder: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if Yue'er can't remember, remember, you are the descendant of my clan, and I am your elder!" ”

Ye Qingyue was a little confused: "But, what should I call you, senior?" ”

The man in white stepped forward: "I'm Liu Li, you can call me 'Lord Li'." ”

My lord? What a strange name. It turns out that he is my elder, no wonder, I feel kind. Ye Qingyue couldn't help but take a step back and saluted as a junior: "Lord Li!" ”

The man in white answered, and asked Ye Qingyue carefully when she came over, what she saw and what she remembered. Ye Qingyue answered them one by one, but she still couldn't remember the situation before she came to this grassland.

The man in white didn't seem to care about Ye Qingyue's past and memories, he placed the sword horizontally in front of Qingyue, leaned over, and asked, "Yue'er, do you like it?" ”

Ye Qingyue was a little flattered, and couldn't help but raise her hand to stroke the cold blade, the cold touch, not only did she feel disgusted and afraid, but there was a kind of attachment from the blood: "I like it." What's its name? ”

The man in white didn't think he was angry, but smiled slightly, like a large snowlotus blooming in the ice and snow: "Its name is Tianwen." ”

Such a familiar name. She should have heard it, but when?

"Lady Fence! Our army has won a great victory, and the patriarch invites you to a banquet. In the distance, a soldier in golden armor knelt down and bowed ten zhang away, respectfully repaying the report.

The man in white didn't refuse, he turned to Ye Qingyue and said, "Yue'er is okay to come with me?" ”

Ye Qingyue nodded, she didn't remember anything, except for the man in white, here, she didn't know anyone. She instinctively felt that the man in white in front of her would not hurt her.

Ye Qingyue followed the man in white into the big tent. The tent was brightly lit and the heating was good. In the middle of the big tent, a handsome man with gorgeous hair was sitting, he was a little surprised when he saw Liu Li walking in, he quickly stood up, and said respectfully: "Lord Li, please sit down." Hey. ...... is this young lady? ”

Liu Liang lost a little gentleness, and became the noble Tsinghua, the daunting Lord Li, he didn't say anything, nor did he let go of the hand holding the little girl, just said lightly: "Junior!" ”

The white-haired man was dumbfounded, and his smile froze on his face: "After...... Junior? Congratulations...... Congratulations! ”

The guests on both sides spontaneously came forward, but no one said a word, and took the initiative to make way for the man in white.

The man in white pulled Qing Yue to sit behind the white-haired man, and Qing Yue noticed that many meaningless eyes fell on her. She didn't know anyone here, so she instinctively leaned towards the man in white again.

Liu Li picked up the wine glass on the table, took a shallow sip, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Let's have a banquet!"

Those eyes that were either snooping or curious instantly retracted.

The white-haired man in the seat said a few short toasts, and then all kinds of delicacies and drinks were put on the table, and there were beautiful dancers, dressed in light clothes, dancing in the middle of the banquet.

"Lord Fence, in ten days, it will be the clan sacrifice ceremony, you, the junior, do you want to participate?" The white-haired man, who even had white eyebrows, put down his wine glass, turned around and asked Liu Li.

Liu Liang said: "Don't worry, patriarch, since I brought Yue'er over, I naturally want her to participate." ”

The white-haired man smiled: "That's good, that's good." also let the few little guys in the clan who don't know the height of the sky know what it means to have people outside the world and there is a sky outside the sky. ”