Mo Ye suddenly felt that the Nalan he was familiar with became more and more unfamiliar. I can't see through this person anymore. Although it is still the same skin, that smile, but there is a little incomprehensible breath, which is the fear from the abyss.

Nalan's eyes flashed with a hint of color, fleeting. The hand that was placed on Gu Xing's throat slid down his cheek to his wrist and clenched. Nalan's silver hair began to tremble, like silver needles, piercing deep into people's heads.

Mo Ye did not step forward to stop it, and he was also powerless. At such a close distance, I am afraid that I will be killed by raising my hand before I get close. This is a sense of crushing from absolute strength, even if it is a seventh-order top-grade, it is as small as an ant.

Nalan withdrew his hand and touched his nose gently. He doesn't do this very often, only when he has doubts. But this time he didn't point it out, but looked at Gu Xing, but said to Mo Ye in an unquestionable tone: "Why don't you go soon?" ”

Mo Ye hesitated a little, but after all, he walked up the stairs quickly, opened the door of the secret room, and walked away quickly. The door of the secret room was not closed, and I don't know if it was Mo Ye's haste or intention, Nalan also got up slowly and walked slowly towards the stairs.

When he was about to lift his feet, he suddenly turned around and smiled, "Boy, count your fate." Rest well, we'll have a long time to come. After speaking, he brushed his sleeves away, and his long silver-white hair flew in the wind, as if he had fallen into a mortal immortal.

At this time, Gu Xing, who was lying on the bed, had fallen into a deep coma and knew nothing about the outside world.

Mo Ye came out of the secret room and did not go straight out. Instead, he hid in a corner of the courtyard and waited for Nalan. Nalan walked a little briskly, and he was in a good mood when he came, or because he grabbed Mo Ye's "little braid", his mood became more and more cheerful.

When Nalan walked out of the secret room, the old man walked out of the round arch at the courtyard wall, and walked extremely carefully, almost walking on his feet. Nalan didn't look at him squarely, but when he was about to approach, the old man fell to his knees, bowed his head to the ground, and was silent.

Nalan walked to the side of the old man, stopped, and commanded: "Flying Harrier passed the book, inform Liu Si Shou, you can do it." The old man still bowed his head to the ground, but said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Command." ”

Mo Ye tightened his body a little tighter, afraid that behind the silver-haired man, a pair of eyes would grow out of thin air, locking him firmly. Nalan didn't stop for a moment, followed the previous rhythm, and continued to walk forward until he disappeared.

The old man's ears moved slightly, catching the footsteps in the distance, until he disappeared, and then he suddenly got up and straightened his waist, which was used to bending in front of Nalan. After looking around, he also turned around and walked away slowly. It's like a kind of learning, like a decent.

Mo Ye didn't know the deep meaning of this sentence, but he also guessed that Nalan must have made a move, and then he jumped over the wall and ran to one place. It was a place that had not been set foot in decades.

When Nalan returned to the second floor, he softly closed the door and sat down at the table. It was a table with a tea cup, and I don't know when a plate of "black and white" was placed, but a few dotted on it.

Nalan took out a black and shiny chess piece from the straw chess jar on his left, and the word "Ling" was engraved on it. Nalan got up and down, dotted in the middle of a pile of white seeds, and muttered to himself: "The show is about to begin." ”

The chess piece "Ling" was sitting in the middle of the Heavenly Prison Driver's Building at this time, casually flipping through the historical materials and classics of the capital. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Lingling also suddenly closed the book he was reading at the moment when Nalan fell, got up and walked downstairs.

And the old man who had just received the order was staring at the gray harrier in front of him, with a few grains of grain chestnut in his hand, and he was still pecking at it. The Confucian elder's deep eyes were full of excitement. It was the excitement of something that could be accomplished, the joy of being lost and regained.

After the gray harrier had eaten and drunk enough, the Confucian elder tied a secret letter to the gray harrier, and then took it out of the birdcage that had been bound for a long time. The gray harrier was visibly displeased, and kept chirping.

The old man stroked its feathers, calmed it for a moment, and then raised his hand to throw it away. The gray harrier spun in the air, and then flew away like a vanguard leading the battle, without the slightest slack.

The old man raised his eyes and saw that the sun was stinging his eyes, but he was not afraid at all, but opened his eyes, which were already a little muddy, a little wider, and he wanted to snatch the sun into his eyes before he would give up.

And the direction in which the gray harrier went was the direction in which Liu Qingmei, the head of the Heavenly Prison Division, who rushed to Qingxia Town single-handedly two days ago, went out of the city.

There are some things in the world that are coincidental and coincidental, but they are man-made. That heart-pounding coincidence is just a hint. Just like Nalan's hint to Elder Ru just now, it is direct and true, and my trust in you has never been weak.

The hint to Mo Ye is that it is vague but unquestionable. So Mo Ye ran to Xia Que Dao, which was almost a place he didn't want to go to again, and didn't want to mention it. Because there was a person, a woman who had waited for him for half his life, and he had failed him.

The gray harrier that broke through the sky flew over the head of Mo Ye, who was galloping. It was such a coincidence, Mo Ye glanced up, his heart was shocked, and his movements under his feet unconsciously sped up by a few points. Because, we must get things done before Liu Qingmei returns to the city.

The things assigned by Nalan are not allowed to be dragged into the mud. And Ge Lao is also the old man of Lonely Whistling Heights, and he has a lot of friendship with him. It's just that it has been more than a few decades since the capital was separated, and the two have occasionally exchanged letters, but they have never had the opportunity to meet.

I didn't expect that this time we would meet in this way. If you have to draw a sword against each other, you can only sacrifice the ego to achieve the overall situation. This is a fact that cannot be changed, and it is also the result of everyone's desperate efforts in the past few decades.

Ge Lao, he should understand.

The gray harrier had already flown away, perhaps it had not been so happy for a long time, and it flew with great effort. The afternoon sun is a little lazy, sprinkled on the wings of the gray harrier, but it adds infinite power.

It may want to fly to the man early, shake off the shackles, throw himself into the arms of Mother Sky, and enjoy the warm spring when the cold winter has passed.

And the man it was chasing was galloping across a wasteland on the silver-maned white horse that traveled thousands of miles at night. Coming out of the capital of the Later Tang Dynasty, there was starvation everywhere he went. It has been more than two days since I arrived here, and the farmland has been abandoned and the land has dried up.

It was supposed to be the busy farming season, but for some reason it became like this. Of the two counties on the way, one was already in ruins, and I don't know which force burned it down and burned it down. In the other place, the city gate was closed, and when they heard that people were coming from the capital, they threw rotten vegetables and turnips down, and their words were full of spitting and sourness.

Liu Qingmei had some doubts, wondering how Li Cunqiao, who was in a high position, was in the inner hall every day, taking care of the affairs of the world in vain, how could he know about the people's suffering. Even if he knew, would he be able to reverse the decline and save the common people?

She didn't know what Li Cunmiao was thinking and worried about, a generation of kings had their own way of life. And Liu Qingmei only knew that the man she liked had the world in mind, and if it weren't for the unborn emperor's family, he would have swept the nine abysses in one fell swoop and ruled the world.

This is the grand wish he made to her, and these small words, but they are not contaminated with half of the wine, and the words are chiseled into Liu Qing's eyebrows and heart. She fantasized and longed to be able to travel the world hand in hand with him, to be admired by thousands of people, and to be famous for centuries.

But now Li Cunqing, who is sitting upright, how can she be satisfied. Li Cunmiao once reminded her, "If you fall too deep, you will definitely never recover." This sentence should not have come out of the mouth of this emperor, but it was said.

Liu Qingmei thought of everything about the two of them when they were young, and then thought of the difference now, and couldn't help but feel a burst of sorrow in his heart. She can do her best for Li Cunmiao, but she also wants to pursue her own happiness.

is in a family of eunuchs, and there is no happiness and enmity of the market. The shackles are all over his body, and every step is a "clanging", if he wants to get up and run, he is afraid that when he falls, he will never be able to get up again.

This is the reality, and the real one is terrifying.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Although Liu Qingmei is not pampered, he has not seen much in the dust of the troubled times. What she saw in front of her now made the cultivation she had cultivated in the capital for many years collapse in an instant.

Liu Qingmei grabbed the reins sharply, turned over and dismounted, and walked forward slowly. The warm spring in the capital is like a scorching summer scorching the land. The ravine-lined fields have long been overgrown with weeds.

And these weeds, which are tenacious weeds, are also "dying" at this time. This is true even for the grass, not to mention the people. This once vibrant, vibrant, and thriving crops has become a scene full of yellow sand.

And by this time he had been walking for several hours, but he had not seen a single figure. Only the ruins and broken walls along the way constantly remind Liu Qingmei that there were once people here, and there was evidence of the existence of living people.

The silver-maned white horse led behind him was already a little out of breath, and Liu Qingmei Rao had a martial arts foundation, which was not much better than that horse. The water bladder hanging from the saddle was a little crumpled, and the road to be walked was endless.

couldn't stand the sun overhead, Liu Qingmei found a shaded place and sat down cross-legged. There was only one low grove here, and beyond that was a bleak patch. When she left, she remembered that Nalan had said that within three days, she would be informed by the Flying Harrier of what to do next.

Since this road is so difficult, then stop and rest for a while, maybe you can get a "turnaround". Liu Qingmei threw the reins of the white horse on an old tree that had long since died and decayed.

The charred trunk was steaming from the scorching sun. Liu Qingmei inadvertently touched it, but it was a little painful to be burned. After the white horse was tied, he untied the crumpled water bladder from the saddle, put it to his ear and shook it, and his mouth was full of bitter smiles.

Tearing open the somewhat hot sac, holding the lower lip of the white horse, he raised his hand to pour the remaining water into the horse's mouth little by little. The horse's mouth full of white foam was sucking, and the white horse's eyes that were like bells were actually shedding tears.

Liu suddenly felt a pain in her heart, suddenly hugged the horse's neck, and whimpered quietly.

As the foreign minister of Nasai wrote, "The yellow sand under his feet is above his knees, and the ruins of the city are all over him." The sound of the past is gone, and there are no sacrifices left in the bones. It's sad, the yellow sky is above, but I don't know the suffering of the people, but I sigh that the thick soil is below, and I just stand by and watch. Waiting for the silver armor to cut the dragon, the prancing horse shook the mountains and rivers. From the beginning, create a peaceful and prosperous world, and all the times will be safe. ”