Between the reckless mountains, goose-feather-like snowflakes fall from the gloomy clouds, seemingly with an indescribable sadness and silence, under the abrupt dead branches and fallen leaves, the once majestic and magnificent castle, at this time it seems to reveal an indescribable sadness, the white sails hanging high, the white silk in the snowflakes flying, all make people's hearts flood with inexplicable sentimentality.

Once, this was the dark night spirit palace that deterred the heroes, once, the long sword at this moment in the dark night, was the cold color that made the princes of the world talk about it, and once, the bright moon flag hanging high between the mountains was the backbone of the future generations of the country.

However, today, this qiē seems to have stagnated, or silent, in the original majestic castle, there are faint sighs, crying, and an ancient building seems to be infected, silently giving birth to a wisp of panic.

How will the people of the future grow, how will the sword be wielded in the future, and where will the road go in the future?

A spiritual seat, a coffin, a sackcloth, a plain pickaxe, the once golden and brilliant hall, but now only the mournful candlelight trembles and sways in it.

Black and white have become the main colors here, and the pale golden seal characters on the spirit card are imprinted in the eyes, and tears will flow uncontrollably.

[Bright Moon City, the ninth generation city lord, Zhang Xuan].

Zhang Xu knelt there in a daze, not feeling dry in his mouth, not feeling hungry in his stomach, not to mention knee pain, I don't know how long he has been kneeling here, Zhang Xu seems to have abandoned time, only remembering that his mother Zhou Ling'an fainted crying not long ago.

In this space that seemed to be frozen, Zhang Xu's eyes became more and more intense, as if his entire soul was drifting with a thought, and there seemed to be a picture slowly unfolding in front of him.

In the crimson blood, a man fell into his wife's arms, a cold sword was firmly inserted into the man's chest, and twelve figures were scattered around them, the contemptuous gaze, the hideous laughter, all seemed to echo around him.

He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, he wanted to draw his sword but couldn't raise his arm, he couldn't do what he wanted to do, he could only watch in a daze as his father's blood flowed more and more, his eyes became weaker and weaker, and he gradually fell asleep in his mother's arms, and never woke up again.

-Ah-ah-

With a long howl, red eyes, Zhang Xu trembled and fell to the ground, he wanted to cry, but the tears had already dried.

Vaguely, panicked footsteps came from behind, and a delicate face came into view, Shang Danyun's own personal maid.

All the strength in his body disappeared, as if he was stripped of his soul by a powerful big hand in an instant, and he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything, he was so tired.

………………

The night breeze is like water, the red sun alternates with the bright moon, and a day quietly slips away from the fingers.

Under the royal blue sky, hovering in the neon of the ancient city, silver stars leap on the tips of slender fingertips.

The colorful bustling spots are the most on the chest, the eyes glide through the unique windows, and the sight of the journey of thousands of light years, I seem to be able to touch the undercurrent of fashion in this city, and feel the unpredictable and unpredictable abyss of fashion.

The sky was like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seemed to be shimmering gold sprinkled on this coarse cloth. Under the starry sky, the breeze floats under the trees, and the crickets chirp and lean to the stars to listen.

At night, like a pale blue curtain, the river bank was covered. In the night sky, the moon is dim, the stars are sparse, and the whole earth seems to have fallen asleep. When night falls, the birds return to the forest, faintly hear the birds' calls, the bright moon that has just risen, is so bright, the outline is so clear, the moonlight is good, and the dawn travels overnight.

Suddenly remembered a poem, the moon fell and the sky was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

like a light veil, like a smoky lan, like a cloud; Hanging from trees, around rooftops, wandering on mountain roads, hiding in the grass.

One moment like a rushing tide, another moment like a white gull flying. The smoke burst into bursts, floating and floating, one qiē, one qiē, becoming hazy.

In an instant, the milky white mist turned into tiny droplets. Sprinkle on the pavement, sprinkle in the bushes, sprinkle on people's heads and faces. Gentle, greasy, and a little damp. People inhale the scent of wild chrysanthemum anthers and feel a little drunk. The golden wind was like dew again, and it was a cold night.

Tonight, a waning moon rises in the light cloud-covered sky, round and crystal like a huge night pearl surrounded by clouds, and the bright silver glow sets the surrounding clouds with a colorful halo. The clouds move away, and the halo around the moon also changes with the different shapes of the clouds, and the wonderful colors are like a dream. In this castle that never sleeps, everyone is intoxicated with the sorrow that overflows their hearts - who will raise their heads and see the lonely pure white of the high tops.

The mountains and rivers of this southern country have not snowed for a long time, and the air is filled with dust, and people's hearts are as restless as ups and downs. Only the colorful neon lights flashed with confused light, confusing people's eyes and confusing people's hearts...... Sighs, deep as the night, from that figure on the top floor. His eyelashes were covered with misty cream. The river carried the reflection of a river of colored lights, flowing quietly, and her sigh shattered the light and shadow of a river. As the night gets darker, the city is still bustling and bustling.

The neon lights illuminate the luxury of the homeland, but also hide the clear brilliance of the stars and the moon, and unbridledly cast the changing colors into the sky. The sky was hazy, and even the darkness was not pure.

With a pale face, shriveled lips, and deeply sunken eye sockets, Shang Danyun looked at the master lying on the bed, and couldn't help but feel more worried in his eyes.

The ten fingers were tightly stirred together, and the teeth were biting her lower lip, and the woman was so completely out of shape at the moment that she didn't notice a familiar figure pushing the door in.

A cold hand landed on Shang Danyun's shoulder, followed by a long sigh.

She was finally awakened, and hurriedly fell to her knees, choking on every word.

"Slave see the master's mother!"

"Good girl...... Get up......"

With a faint six words, a burst of broken footsteps, Shang Danyun closed the door and retreated to the outside room obediently, the love between mother and son, she avoided it as an outsider.

Looking at the scattered leaves outside the window, Shang Danyun raised his head helplessly, hoping that the tears of sadness would not slip down.

Reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, clasped his hands together and thought about praying to heaven, only hoping that this mother and son would be safe and healthy in the future.

Time passed quietly, but as a mother, the love in her eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Poor boy...... Always don't take care of yourself like this. ”

Slender fingers brushed the child's pale face, and a drop of salty liquid fell into the tip of the tongue, but the mother did not care.

Unconsciously, my child can't be called a 'child', and the former youth has quietly faded, but the lines on his face have become more and more round and mature.

Between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, with his father's fortitude and tenacity, and the corners of his cheeks and mouth, he has the delicacy and softness of his mother.

"Silly boy, sleep well, after tomorrow, your shoulders will carry your own responsibilities and destiny, many will follow you, you will be the same as your father, and tonight you are only a child in your mother's arms."

Smiled lightly, his fingertips slowly rubbed between Zhang Xu's eyebrows, and in a moment, his eyebrows gradually dispersed, and the expression on his face became more stable and serene.

This time, he really fell asleep, just like he had been lying in his mother's arms all those years ago.