"It's okay, since you have chosen this path of wandering the world, you have to guard eternity." She encouraged and wiped away Ye Meng's tears.

She replied, "Well, there will come a time when I will understand what it is." She held fast to her convictions, yes, and will not waver until the day of her death.

She waved goodbye to the people in her eyes, as well as the future Master.

After a moment's hesitation, she stepped on her swarthy snow and got up on the road, running all the way to the bottom of the sun.

She stared at the flashing target, in reverie all the way, and the sound of horses' hooves galloping behind her startled her thoughts, she had no suspicion that it would be someone else, but despite this, she didn't even look back. The thoughts in her head made her pat the horse forward, and galloped quickly at the eye of the watery grassland, the White Jade Spring. The sound of horses' hooves was still playing fiercely, still following closely, Jian Nanxia was chasing after him, and Ye Meng was running all the way just to continue the time of holding each other. He called out loudly, a voice familiar to Ye Meng: "This is the only dark horse I sent you, remember, his personality is as iron-colored and fierce as this."

In his previous life, he had protected her, but in this life, he has been indifferent, and she doesn't know what's wrong? She's been longing for his arms! A loving and warm pampering.

"You're not going to forget, are you?"

The horse was still running and chasing, showing a spectacular picture under the scorching sun, "No, it's just my warhorse, my warhorse." Ye Meng roared like a dark horse in his heart, was he about to abandon her?

The sound of the horse's hooves was pulled to the other side by the sudden big turn, "This is your war horse...... Not mine. Ye Meng screamed weakly, but he was angry with the mountains and rivers.

At this time, she clearly saw the face of the master, his high nose flashed with resolute brilliance, a few shallow sweat dew reflected his gentle eyes, Ye Meng had never seen such a scene that made her look at her heart, his solid and broad shoulders did not know how to find another place to rely on.

Suddenly he stopped, and one of his white horses quickly became calm in her amazement, and they met again, until the two horses stayed together, staring at each other, and finally, Ye Meng finally left.

She was afraid that she would collapse, and the only person she could rely on was now gone from her, and she still couldn't stop shedding a few hot tears and choked up a few times.

Leaping across the dusty shoals on her eternal horse, waiting for a man's farewell and the departure of the horse at the gallop of the horse.

Spring is gone

If I'm a boat, I'm going to float to the sea, to the sea

See, the swallow flies south, flies south, flies south

Then leave the braid of the leaves

Turned into a double bird's hairpin and inserted it in my hair

Click, click

In front of him, it was like a turquoise beach, a wide area, and Ye Meng walked into this dark river as if he were there.

The gold and silver lights are bright and far and near, a boatman with a shining golden scale headband is driving the boat looming from a sharp slope on the right side of Ye Meng through the sparkling light night, the water plants in the river are growing, Ye Meng seems to have seen the fireflies disappear from the water in front of her, her smile flashed, the reflection in the water seemed to be a green jade bead above her head, relieved herself, her right ear heard a clear paddling sound, so she immediately turned her head to the person, but she wanted to exhale, but the boat had gradually drifted away.

She ran to a wide meadow on the slope of Jianjiao, and saw the dock of the boatman's slave, and the oars docked at a stone base full of lanterns, and the resting place of the moon was leading into the city of Yancheng. The dew of the summer night was filled with Ye Meng's new baggage, and a pair of old embroidered shoes inside her were preparing to cross the mud and bridge ambush. Her bag was wrapped tightly in her arms, eager to try, she carefully stepped over the aquatic plants that had not yet been buried by the water, and then to the depths, the aquatic plants floating in the water seemed to lead her into a tangled dream, her hands buried in the water, as gliding sculls to drift to the sea overnight, far away, finally arrived. The moment she looked at the pavilion, she seemed to feel relaxed, Ye Meng, who was soaked with green, held on to the pillars, rolled and rolled to the ground, she rested her breath with all her strength, brushed the green grass on her head, and the night pearl chased all the way to the pavilion Xuanxie, at this time the light was shaky, just like the dance of the lantern.

Ye Meng could only settle here, she jumped lightly and ran towards the roof, the locust trees in the courtyard fell her sleep, she didn't expect that she was eavesdropping on the chatter of a dancing girl and a young boy in her sleep for a while.

When he was young, he remembered the wind, and changed it to three thousand weeping willow silk, and the bird's wings flew to the south. The young man passing by the eaves remembered the name of a bosom friend: Ji Yuer, in the center of the pink and white wall, the red shadow behind the black pear wood window.

Because the entrusting person to deliver the black snow to Yancheng alone, Ye Meng had to wake up from his quiet sleep with his eyes open and go to see if he had arrived at this time. She changed into a blue and white coat in her bag among the tall locust trees, took off the pair of embroidered shoes that had touched the water, stepped on the black cloth boots, jumped up, and landed on the ground.

The streets of Yancheng are long, clean and refreshing, narrow and curved, like chicken intestines.

In front of the "Liang Fang Ci", it was an inn, it was very quiet, but there were a lot of people coming and going, Ye Meng curled up cross-legged on the stiff cold bench, his long white sleeves stretched out, and he held a cold sword horizontally with both hands.

Here, Yancheng can be regarded as cool. Ye Meng condensed his eyes and noticed that several teenagers in front of the nearest square table next to the door were patrolling the wandering gods, and their eyes had betrayed them. The large round table farthest away from the teenagers was the object of their preparation. At the large round table, several people were shouting for wine, and one of them had an angular scar on his face, which she guessed was the central figure of the teenagers' wariness, and she had to feign moaning in order to get the attention of the other, which determined a kind move.

After waiting for half a moment, there was no movement, and her voice became louder and louder, so that her voice was hoarse, and she was embarrassed for a while, and her face turned red.

"Did that person do it on purpose?" One of the juveniles said that he smiled unconsciously, known as Yinxue, one of the reserve members of the Zongheng Wuzhuang Youth Team, and the second most handsome.

"Yinxue, she may be trying to get your attention." Yueyong said.

"Are they all deaf?" Ye Meng sighed dejectedly in his heart, his face sad.

A small voice came from the square table: "I see, I'd better go and help her." A woman wearing a thin silver-gray ring on her forehead said, wearing a green ayaluo, known as Yueyong, one of the reserve members of the Zonghengwuzhuang Youth Team.

The light emitted by the silver circle was reflected in the touch of another boy and girl, and the sharpness that protruded between the two born eyebrows shot straight into Ye Meng's eyes, wanting to disperse the condensed divine energy of any person into a sea of sand. The young man's split short hair was still so firm under his nose, his lips were motionless, and the other girl was dressed in red, the texture of the clothes was like jade crystal, and under the light red veil was her mysterious face, she revealed the light buried in her sleeves like ice, as if to intimidate Ye Meng. The two of them, one is named Nangong Xing, and the other is named Shangguan Lu'er.

In an instant, the face of a familiar young man flashed outside the door, he held a knife that pierced Ye Meng's heart deeply, and he was the young man she was looking forward to, a person who fell off the cliff and did not look back for a long time, and then turned around, she looked at him for a long time, waited for him to leave, and then everything was gone. She had hiked a long distance, and halfway through the sound of a wheat flute by the willow tree, it was the night's ...... When I saw the swallows flying south, I left green braids and turned into double bird's hairpins and inserted them in my hair. Her voice attracted Ye Meng to the old man's stall, and she took the piccolo under the nearby willow bridge, looked at the opposite side, and after a while, she walked to the old man with hairpins and beard on the stall.

Then Ye Meng left silently, and she looked at the willow bridge that blended with the rain and sunset.

The old man looked helpless, his face was stunned, he pushed the goods, and the wooden wheel walked towards the rain. The whirling raindrops are swirling, and the splendor of the tent still dazzles her, in the "cool house", she is drunk and humming a little song, eating the cold noodles of the city of cold noodles before the open rain, floating her Ye Meng's thoughts.

The memory is very vague, but it is still clear at a certain moment, and not a drop can be forgotten, and at this time, Ye Fengzhi seems that every move at that time is not just a boring move! The expectation of someone's gaze, or the comfort they give, is too insignificant. In front of everyone, Ye Fengzhu at this moment was particularly humble, not as important as at that time, in front of this martial arts village that had existed for three or four hundred years and had undergone earth-shaking changes.

At that time, she was still in a parallel world, but she didn't know what happened in the moment after Jonan's death? Also, why did he choose to die? In a simple and decisive way, with her choice to forget and give up? She loved someone all her life, and now she can't remember his face at all, sad, sad.

"Miss Ye, I can't believe it." Xiao Qing said, "I learned in advance that during the martial arts competition in Wuzhuang, everyone called Miss Ye magical...... I didn't expect Miss Ye to believe in such a mystical theory. ”

Her tone of statement made Ye Feng stop retreating. She knew no one believed ...... What's more, Xiaoqing! She told Xiaoqing everything, she had already considered it, and it was because she didn't believe it that she explained these facts to Xiaoqing over and over again! Until she believes, later...... Wu Wuqing will understand.

"Whether you believe it or not, you can't stop me from leaving him." Ye Feng had made up her mind, she didn't want to hurt him again and again, and Wu Wuqing didn't want to see someone who didn't give him all her sincerity, right? In her heart, there is a pouring of water, she calls his name in her dreams, and even betrays herself, how can she continue the front edge with the face?

Xiaoqing said: "I hope you can keep your promise, after you leave, I will give him an explanation."

"Hmm." Ye Feng stopped and said, looking at Wu Wuqing again, as if it was the last time to stay together.

"It's midnight." Xiaoqing reminded, "Write it on stationery!" ”

"Okay, I'm done, I'm going to put it all in one box at once, and then ...... When I'm gone, you can open it again, and you can explain it to him whenever you want. Ye Feng said coldly.

"I'll tell Childe the moment the swordsman descends the mountain, I don't want his hopes to be shattered now...... Because, I know, it's a bad taste. I don't want to see him hurt again......" Xiaoqing said.

"Whatever you want." Ye Feng stopped and said bitterly, at this time she also had to pretend to be a person who had no heart at all.