The fat man waved his hand, and the blonde warrior didn't react at first, but then hurriedly opened the tall wooden fence gate under the fat man's angry scolding, and the other guards also put down their bows and arrows and rushed down the arrow tower, out of Guo to greet him.

"This ......" Ye Wuqi and the others looked at each other, were the ancient light clan so hospitable?

......

The solemn and elegant palace is quite aristocratic, the rectangular palace is surrounded by colonnades, luxurious blankets, brilliant glaze, and priceless frescoes, and closets of gold and jade, all of which push the artistic sense and respect of this luxurious palace to the extreme.

Night Innocent wandered with the generals and members of the White Tiger Dart Bureau, and the noteworthy details in this bejeweled palace made them deeply aware of the excellent traditions and alert artistic consciousness of this ancient race.

Yun Xiaocian is not in this queue, because this girl has to stay in the annex to take care of Huo Jie, the doctor sent by the ancient Guangming clan is a young and beautiful woman, she is virtuous and naturally like a sage, dressed in an "invisible shape", the red and white robe with the help of decorative needles and rope belts, the rectangular fabric is fixed on its shoulders, chest, waist and other key structural parts, so that the wide fabric shrinks, forming a natural sagging pleats, her body looms in the natural clothing, this clothing is endowed with a vivid look.

The other hundred people were settled down peacefully, many of them were given plenty of food and wine, and in the leisurely music of the violin, it was as if they were lazily lying in a fairy dream, and their bodies and minds were extremely happy.

"It is only as an aesthetic phenomenon that the world in the human spirit proves its meaning of existence. Welcome my friends, welcome to the Light Clan, one of the great ancient races!" Before anyone heard it, only a loud voice sounded, and the eagerness surging in the words made everyone feel closer.

From the inner door came a barefoot old man, with his long curly brown hair and a laurel wreath on his head, whose garment relied mainly on the fabric wrapped around his body, forming continuous, free-flowing pleated lines, forming a smart fairy aura.

Ye Wuxian walked out without giving in, bowed slightly and said: "Your Excellency, my name is Ye Wuxian, and I am from the Huang Realm of the Mainland. Because of the strayed into the ruins of this ancient battlefield and exiled here, fortunately the Bright Clan took it in, I am really grateful. I just don't know how to get to the outside world here? ”

The heart of the night is full of appreciation for this place, as the saying goes, fashion will change course, but style will be immortal. Indeed, he thought that even if he grabbed an oil painting here, a piece of curtain splendor, and a graceful and comfortable woman, he would be extremely sure and even conclude that this was the product of the Bright Clan. The representation of cultural symbols, with bits and pieces of exotic elements, shines in the hearts of several people walking here.

The old man's eyebrows raised slightly, he stared at Ye Wuxian carefully, and then said thoughtfully: "The rest of your life is long, why panic? Everyone's life is just a meaningless existence." ”

The old man snapped his fingers, and the maids dressed in light gauze and satin, like white clouds, stepped back, their carcasses looming among such clothes, arousing infinite reverie, thus magnifying the essential beauty of the human body and soul infinitely.

Immediately afterwards they lined up again, each holding a wine in their hands, constantly exuding an attractive aroma.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Ye Wuqiu, turning his gaze.

"The struggle for the right to make the final choice of fate and all the struggles to cross this chasm of opposites is the inevitable direction of the individual soul as a tragedy. In addition, the soul is either on the way, or it has already withered and collapsed. The old man said with a smile.

"So, we all have only one way to go?"

"Otherwise?" the old man did not hesitate to say when they first met, and looked at Ye Wu's eyes with a smile, "Indulging in our tragic spiritual world, wearing the shore, and howling the wind of the heart, is the eternal topic of life." ”

Ye Wuqi suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard this, he didn't feel anything because of the content of the old man's words, he felt that the old man was unusual because of the word "Cloak the shore".

This word comes from the allusions of the ancient ancestors of the Eastern Continent, and the old man said it at this moment, and the clear hint was self-evident.

Or rather, it can't be regarded as a hint at all, but more like an explicit wordplay.

The old man looked at Ye Wuqiu's strange gaze and suddenly laughed: "You don't need to look at me with this kind of vision, it's always right to learn more as a human being." You're right, I've been out of what the outside world calls the 'ruins of an ancient battlefield', and I still have some understanding of the culture of the outside world. ”

"Oh, what have you learned? ”

The old man smiled more and more at this time, and he hurriedly said: "I think you can understand the tradition of serving guests with wine, but there is an intersection between the Bright Clan and the outside world in this regard. As he spoke, the old man made a gesture of please.

Ye Wuqi did not shirk, but picked up the wine glass and filled it, sniffed it gently, and then took a sip.

Suddenly, the fragrant and fragrant aroma of fruit wine hit people, and he only felt that the aroma seemed to climb up his oral nerves, and then it was like a blowout, and the fiery aroma of wine gathered in his heavenly court, and the full drunkenness was diffused with the indulgence of cutting and untidy.

However, this drunkenness did not make him really drunk, on the contrary, he was deaf and bright at night. What made him drunk was the strong humanistic flavor contained in this wine and the non-existent pessimistic and misanthropic mood.

"A wisp of green silk is sad in two places, who knows what the young man thinks." After writing this sentence with his own hands, he quietly wept, and the sadness in his heart was more like a handful of oil in the fire, which suddenly burned on the original heart. The pictures of the past, the laughter of the past, seem to be just yesterday, echoing in the ears and jumping in front of the eyes.

In March, spring returns. The spring breeze wakes up the stream, and with the unfinished ice, it sings and sings all the way to the distance. It is the spirit of spring, with the mission of spring, green and distant land. I don't know if the spring flowers everywhere have woken up one by one, and whether the sun is shining on the world. Do you remember our friendship, like this bird, jumping on the branches of the new bud of the tree, cheerful and unquenchable? It is as if this breeze is blowing the spring mood and covering the new raindrops this morning, which is so graceful and touches the heartstrings so fiercely! The clear spring in the mountains has restored its due gorgeousness in the past, trickling and draining, and when it encounters a rock, it will splash out crystal pearls, which is very beautiful. I wonder if you've seen it in that faraway place. Remembering the memories that have been sealed for a long time, gently dusting off the dust and mud on it, and listening to the ethereal warmth of the dust falling to the ground. You will find that the years are as new as yesterday, and the spring is as interesting and refreshing.

In June, the beginning of summer. Gently closing the book, sighing slowly, he rolled up the slippery snow-white sleeves, recalling the summer scenery of those years, which one's distant back, which one's smile has been far away, which one is suddenly refreshing? Those happiest summers are who is by whose side.

Walking alone in the place of acquaintance, today's peach trees are as always, green shade all over the front of the hall, sitting alone under the tree, feeling the greenery and coolness, as if returning to the past. The blade of time is unstoppable, the arrangement of fate cannot be denied, so many years, so many summers have swept through the sky, and it is gone. Will you also miss that purest and most exquisite childhood?

Gently pick up a handful of water, splash it on your cheeks, wash away the sweat, feel comfortable; I wonder if you are still the same as you were back then......

September, early autumn. Every autumn comes suddenly.

When the maple leaves fall from the treetops in front of the door like red butterflies, when you go out, you feel the coolness that blows into your heart. His heart trembled violently and he muttered: Autumn is coming.

Looking up to the sky and sighing at the impermanence of the world, the strong sentimental catharsis is reluctant to forget, that period of time is not only brilliant in the memory, but also has a long history in the heart. I am always comprehending the warmth in the memories with my heart, and then I put down the pen to commemorate the fiery thoughts.

The lingering feelings of autumn, the thoughts of autumn wandering, the tears of autumn in the heart, the long mood of autumn, the thoughts that are difficult to let go!

"Blood and tears soaked in rhyme and swayed slightly, and a trembling requiem ended. ”

But there are a thousand words, and it is difficult to vent.....

December, the winter solstice, the snow in the sky is like a phantom smoke to the world, the soul flutters and flies over the frozen ditch, that is you are my most wonderful trace, at that moment, miss the sound. The jade snow is like a flower, reflected on the most beautiful tears in the eyes, the wind blows cold, and the sleeves are full of pure spirit. The muscles and bones of the snow and the wind veil of winter have achieved many immortal chapters of literati and artists. The pride is integrated into the top of the sky that is too beautiful to describe in words, the emotion of life, the praise of the light tassel, piled up on the chest, in vain into sadness. A hot teardrop lightly scratched the cold and white cheeks, piercing the red dust of the world, and at the same time, it also pierced the incense in the Canaan Temple! How long can love and hate be, and where are you! Ten fingers missing, all shivering and shaking slightly, a wisp of sorrow, has long been shrunk in the heart and does not know where to go. The one-faced world is prosperous, where are you?

Silently walking into the distance, the corners are fierce, the snow is still dancing and flying, and the pain is still so complete and wild!

Looking back at the twilight, on the snow, a series of lonely footprints came from the other side of the sky!

Time is like a white horse passing through a gap, and the glow is long and long. The turmoil of time fills my heart with a touch of sadness. The spirituality of nature gives me the strength to erupt full of grief. I mentioned, the pen was written, the pen became tears, the tears were dried, how long was that love!

How many springs, autumns, winters, summers, and how many treasures and treasures are all paid to fate, and everything dies! The grievances in my heart are resonant, and the sentimentality in my heart is endless. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, like jade and fireflies, like mirrors and frost, that is the essence of Yiran's wind and bones, and the essence of longing. The moonlight rippled like substance, and the breath was painful to the heart. The moonlight inhaled in the lungs slowly precipitates and accumulates, turns into bitter tears, and slowly oozes out of the eye sockets, not who is not strong, not a man's tears must flow to the heart, Moved by love, sincere and unparalleled, who can say what "men have tears and don't flick" words?

In front of the hall, the partridges were startled to clear their grievances, and the wind blew their sideburns, telling the desolation of the night. Raise a glass to the moon, grab a ray of moonlight, the cold moon in the cup is like snow, and the glass of wine has long been cold. Drink it all, drink it cold, drink the moonshine. Laugh at the moon and throw a cup boldly. Now, gradually stepping into a scoop of rivers and lakes, the ups and downs are self-aware, no matter how strong the wind and rain, it is difficult to match the desolation of tonight. And tonight, with you in my memory, there is a strange belief in my heart.

"Good wine!" he exclaimed, and at the same time, the mixed smell of the years lingered in his heart.

The few people behind him were as heroic as the night at first, and then after careful thinking, they slowly reminisced, and they all had an inexplicable feeling rippling in their chests.

"How?" the old man waved his hand, and the women's Emei pink delicacy faded leisurely.

"It's fun here, and I don't think about it. Ye Wuqi suddenly made a joke, which made everyone laugh.

The atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.