The moon at the end of summer is especially high on this night, like the autumn moon.

The bamboo leaves shattered to the ground.

Qingwen stood under the eaves with his hands, this was the first time he had come to the front yard after returning to Chang'an.

Baoyu thought that the master was coming back, so she kept hiding in the window and silently watching the back of her uncle.

For some reason, she was a little tight, and even felt a slight chill rising.

"Sister, go back to sleep, you shouldn't be here. ”

Baoyu found that since the master and uncle went to Xiaonan Mountain, the uncle has become more and more old-fashioned, which even the Iron City Lord has discovered.

originally wanted to go back obediently, but when he heard the word "shouldn't", Baoyu was reluctant to leave.

Baoyu saw that Qingwen shook her head and didn't say anything, and was about to rejoice in her heart, when a huge black shadow appeared on the ground.

All the bamboo shadows in one place were erased by the black shadows.

The other party is a person, obviously not a master and an uncle.

Because of her appearance, Qingwen didn't have time to urge Baoyu to leave.

Who is this person, judging from his body shape and temperament, he is much higher than the realm of his uncle and even his master.

The temperature dropped to the extreme at this time, and Bao Yuzhen began to doubt himself, why did he follow his uncle here.

Qingwen was still staring at the bamboo shadow obscured by the black shadow, as if the black shadow did not exist at all.

"Are you really her?"

Even if the other party used the glass clock to change her voice, Qingwen still accurately judged her identity.

She didn't answer anything.

Is it default or?

Although Wu Xing'er was already very sure of the truth of that question, she was still not sure.

At this point, she may have preferred that the news she had received a few days ago was false.

Qingwen didn't answer as she wanted, which made her lose her patience.

In the face of the person who once made everyone in the world look up to him, everyone will be a little nervous, and the top of the sea test list in several realms is naturally no exception.

Charge her three-seven-twenty-one.

Baoyu saw an extremely strong white light fly out of Wu Xing'er's hand, and then disappeared in an instant.

She thought she was wrong.

Immediately she realized she was wrong.

It was indeed the white light produced by the flying sword.

Flying Sword Baoyu is no stranger, she must not have seen it before tonight as fast as it is.

Just as Baoyu's mouth closed in surprise, the white light appeared again.

This time it stopped at Qingwen's front door.

If Wu Xing'er's flying sword is so fast that Baoyu can't close her mouth, then what about the scene in front of her?

She just couldn't react to the next move.

As she was about to widen her eyes, a stronger white light greeted her.

What happened?

Baoyu could only take care of her eyes, but that hand was still slow, and her eyes suddenly turned black when she was pierced by the white light.

The hand was quickly removed from the spot.

Qingwen had a mouthful of blood staining the sparse bamboo shadows on the ground.

The black shadow has disappeared, and the flying sword has naturally gone with its master.

Everything happened so fast, and Baoyu rushed out to help Qingwen while still trying to remember what she had just seen.

Flying swords.

And then......

The process failed to leave an image in Baoyu's mind at all, and it was rare for her realm to be able to keep the beginning and the end.

Qingwen first looked at the mottled blood on the bamboo shadow, and then signaled that she was okay after a long time.

The flickering helplessness on his face was quickly replaced by calm.

That kind of calm world is only known to him, and even his junior sister will not understand.

Greet the other party's temptation without attacking, defending, retreating, or abandoning, this is because she understands Wu Xing'er and the person she was left behind.

The blood on the bamboo shadow gradually melted after Qingwen left, and the temperature returned to its original state.

Baoyu walked behind Qingwen, looking back at the sky from time to time.

She didn't look at the cage of Mingyue, she was worried that the person and the sword would come back again, if this was the case, how should she protect her uncle, this was a problem she faced at this time.

The two of them walked with their backs to the moon, and they couldn't see if Qingwen's face was red, but it definitely wouldn't be hot.

Otherwise, how could the blood on the bamboo shadow melt away after he left!

No one really touched his body, and the junior sister was extremely close back then.

Therefore, no one in the world except himself knows how cold Qingwen's body is.

In fact, in this life, the cold seems to have melted, but the melting speed seems to be a little slow, to be exact, very slow.

Back in the backyard, Xiaobao didn't know if it was the moonlight or something else, he knew that Qingwen's face was very white, but it seemed to be whiter tonight.

He glanced at Baoyu, who was following behind him.

"It's a white ......"

Before Baoyu could say the last word and the second half of the sentence, he suddenly felt a chill hit him, and he hurriedly swallowed back the unspoken word and the half of the sentence.

She was luckier than Xiaobao and Meng Xiaojiang, the chill didn't stay on her for long, and Qingwen looked back into her west hall.

Xiaobao didn't give up, and wanted to ask, but was stopped by the iron city lord.

The Iron City Lord looked at Qingwen's back with a somewhat serious expression.

This made Xiaobao feel very puzzled, the seriousness that had never been found on the face of the Iron City Lord actually appeared in the moonlight, and it was so real.

He quickly noticed Xiaobao's puzzlement, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Little treasure, you may not know your son-in-law very well......"

Baoyu turned to leave.

The Iron City Lord seemed to hear the implied meaning of the word "and", and scolded with a smile:

"Xiao Nizi, dare to 'shake your face' to the city lord...... In any case, I came to Chang'an two years before you. ”

She didn't say she had been in a coma for the first year and a half.

......

The northeast of Chang'an City is a deserted hill.

On a normal day, you can't even find the shadow of a rat here, but on this full moon night, a figure has appeared for the first time.

The man looked at the bright lights in Chang'an, and his face was not very calm.

It seemed that only such a place of absolute silence would help her to remember what had just happened.

Wu Xing'er will never forget the white light that shot in all directions, and she will never forget Qingwen's cold eyes and cold face.

She wished she had misremembered.

But she can't lie to herself, ordinary people may be able to, and as a cultivator, she must not be like that.

Qingwen didn't make a move under that sword light, let alone flinch.

Although like fire.

It's icy though.

But it was calm.

Such a picture is destined to become a nightmare for Wu Xing'er for a long time, and it is even very likely to be with her forever, and she can't forget it if she wants to.

She dodged her foot and volleyed into the air.

Towards the bright moon.

After a few breaths, it turned into a black dot in the center of the white jade plate, and then disappeared.

There wasn't a single pit in the area where she was standing, or around where her feet were hiding, but there won't be any more weeds next year.

......

Moonlight shines obliquely through the window on the wall of the West Hall.

Qingwen stood under the window, in the same posture as two hours ago, still bathed in the moonlight.

It's not that she's reluctant to make a move.

Actually, she just wanted to give it a try.

To see how much this body could withstand, it turned out to be slightly worse than she had calculated.

If the white light of those protective bodies didn't appear, it might have been perfect.

She turned to the bed, her mouth pursed slightly.

It seems to accept this result.

After all, that person was the one who knew herself best but herself.