Snow, heavy snow

The wind is howling and the snow is flying.

Qianhua Mountain is wrapped in silver, just like back then.

It's just that there is more noise in the atmosphere and less dead silence.

Life is full of joys and sorrows, both sorrows and joys.

The flower candle in the cave room is undoubtedly one of them.

In the main hall of the Lingxiao faction, there are lights everywhere.

The disciples were also happy, going in and out.

Long Lingxue was wearing a bright red wedding dress at the moment, which made her even more beautiful.

She stood in front of the door of the main hall, looking forward to the lover she missed.

The cold wind blew into the temple, and the candle flame kept swaying, just like their love.

"Master, maybe Uncle Feng won't come back."

A female disciple who was slightly younger than her said about putting a cloak on her.

Long Lingxue turned around and smiled at her, her tone very firm.

"Nope! He said that if he came back in three years, he would definitely come back! ”

"But the ancestor said that he was the devil, and he was gathering his fellow people in the rivers and lakes to hunt him down!"

"Father must be mistaken, he won't be like that, he won't!"

"But even so, I'm afraid he won't dare to come to Qianhua Mountain again."

"He said that he would come back in three years, and he would definitely come back!"

The female disciple tilted her head slightly and let out a soft sigh.

"Alas, I hope that the master will never know about the master......"

Long Lingxue heard the apprentice whispering, and couldn't help but ask.

"Suyun, what are you talking to yourself?"

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

"I heard you mention your father?"

"Yes...... Yes, I'm thinking, why hasn't my ancestor come back after going for so long. ”

"yes, nothing will happen to my father, right?"

Suddenly, a child's crying interrupted the conversation between the two.

Long Lingxue swept away the melancholy on her face, and instantly showed a happy smile.

She turned and walked over to the two children and gently stroked their heads.

"Xiaoyu, Yun'er, don't cry, you are finally going to see your father."

Long Lingxue looked at a pair of children, happy with bitterness.

For three years, she stayed alone in the empty house every day, suffering from loneliness and loneliness.

Later, she had children out of wedlock, and I don't know how many white eyes she had in secret.

But for the sake of Feng Jiutian, she has no regrets and will die unswervingly!

"Master! Something is wrong! ”

A female disciple ran in in a panic, her voice choked up.

Long Lingxue's smile froze, and she quickly turned her head.

"What the hell is going on!"

"Division...... The ancestor died, and he was killed by Feng Jiutian! ”

"What! That's impossible! Don't talk nonsense! ”

"His coffin is parked outside the door, if you don't believe it, go and see it!"

The female disciple said very surely, and Long Lingxue couldn't believe it.

She was instantly short of breath and staggered.

She knew that her disciple would not lie, but she still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

In her mind, Feng Jiutian is a hero, how can there be a hero in the world who can kill her master?

The moment she pushed open the door, she was completely shocked.

Although the north wind was whimpering, it could not contain the weeping of the people.

Although the snow is white, it is far inferior to the flying spirit flag.

The paper money in the sky rode the wind and snow, lining Qianhua Mountain with sadness.

Long Lingxue's last hope was dashed the moment he saw the coffin.

Her heart was now colder than the snowstorm.

"No, it won't! There's no way a fool could kill my father, you must be mistaken! ”

Long Lingxue hugged the cold coffin and said while crying.

She seemed to feel that this was the only way not to accept this fact.

"Mother, is my father a bad person?"

A little boy staggered and asked.

Although Long Lingxue was crying bitterly, she still shook her head vigorously at him.

"Nope! Yun'er, your father is not a bad person! No! ”

"Yes...... But he killed my grandfather, and I want my grandfather! ”

"It won't be he who killed him, there must be something else hidden in it!"

The little boy seemed to understand, and stopped shouting, but wept silently.

The little girl also ran over and stretched out two little hands to hug Long Lingxue.

Sorrow and joy often happen in an instant, and the hall of joy becomes a mourning hall in an instant.

Long Lingxue was about to go to worship her father, but suddenly stopped.

She heard someone calling for herself, and suddenly turned around.

"Lingxue, I'm here for an appointment!"

The hazy moonlight reflected a blurred figure.

He walked slowly through the snowstorm, with a sword at his waist.

Isn't this the same person who met in a dream every night?

"Fool! Is that you? ”

Long Lingxue was completely stunned, and tears fell like pearls.

The figure nodded slowly, and slowly walked in front of her.

"Lingxue, it's me! I'd rather die than fail you! ”

Long Lingxue saw the person in front of her clearly, and her heart became mixed.

In the past three years, she has missed him countless times, but she has never seen him.

It's just because she doesn't know whether she should love or hate.

"Fool, father is really ...... you killed"

Long Lingxue asked in a choked voice, still with anticipation in her eyes.

She wished that Feng Jiutian would say no, even if it was just to lie to her.

But Feng Jiutian nodded and nodded silently.

Long Lingxue suddenly laughed, as if she heard the sound of her heartbreak.

"I thought they were mistaken, but it turned out to be you!"

"I'm sorry, I did kill it!"

"Then you still have the guts and the face to come to me?"

"I thought before I came that we would meet in two endings."

"Two endings? Which two endings? ”

"Either you eliminate evil for the rivers and lakes, or we will fly away!"

"If you kill someone else, I can forgive you, but you killed my father!"

"Yes, he is your father, your master, and the head of the righteous path."

"Now that you know this, you should know that you only have one way!"

"A road? Haha, you're trying to kill me! ”

The corners of Feng Jiutian's mouth hooked, revealing a smile.

Laughter is often pleasant, but his laughter is full of desolation.

"It's not that I want to, but you have to die!"

Long Lingxue pulled out the Clear Frost Sword and pointed at Feng Jiutian.

All the disciples gathered around at this moment, all holding their swords and facing each other.

"I really deserve to die, and I never wanted to leave alive!"

Feng Jiutian let out a clear roar, and the Liuyun Sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

Even if he was bent on death, he would never wait for death.

In the three years after Feng Jiutian left, Long Lingxue practiced martial arts, she originally wanted to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, but she never thought that the first opponent would be him!

The Flowing Cloud Sword was cold and shining, and the sword qi was terrifying.

Feng Jiutianren is like a wind, and his sword is like a swimming dragon, and he is still at ease in the array.

More than a dozen masters of the Ling Xiao Sect were killed by him alone.

Long Lingxue hurriedly commanded the change of formation, and more than a dozen people made corresponding changes.

This large array was originally placed according to the five elements of the gossip, and its power was extraordinary.

At this time, under the command of Long Lingxue, the large array suddenly operated flexibly.

More than a dozen swords shuttled around him with murderous intent, attacking him all over his body.

The starlight reflects Qianhua Mountain, reflects everyone, and also reflects the blade of the sword.

In addition to the piercing murderous aura between heaven and earth, there is also a desolation that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

"Ahh

Feng Jiutian let out a long roar, and his body rose into the air.

No matter how subtle the great array was, there were weaknesses, and he had undoubtedly discovered them.

His whistle pierced the sky, and the sword in his hand fell like a meteor.

The light of this sword is so brilliant and so bright.

Time no longer seems to move forward, no longer moving, and the moment has become an eternity.

Long Lingxue looked at the sword stabbing at him and slowly closed her eyes.

Although the Clear Frost Sword also stabbed straight out, it was just because he didn't want to look too weak before he died.

Long Lingxue's sword was not very deadly, and it was extremely easy to dodge.

But Feng Jiutian didn't give in the slightest, and let it stab into his chest.

Why didn't he hide? Why die under such a sword?

There may be only one explanation, and that is that he wants to give her an explanation with his death.

Blood, spurting straight into the sky.

Feng Jiutian slowly fell to the ground.

He had never been defeated in his life, but he fell now.

On that elegant and cold face, there was no pain, only a smile.

Feng Jiutian suddenly remembered Tan Anhuan and understood why he was smiling before he died. If you can use your own death to achieve a better future for your loved ones. This is undoubtedly worthwhile, and it should be gratifying.

And Long Lingxue's best future is not to become the head of the righteous path?

She will never be like her father, but will really benefit Wulin.

Of course, she also vowed to kill all the demons in the world for herself.

Though his blood stained the mountains and rivers red, it was not shed in vain.

It was his blood that cleansed the rivers and lakes in exchange for the immaculate heaven and earth!

"Dang!"

The Clear Frost Sword fell to the ground heavily, and Long Lingxue's heart was like ashes.

She could no longer see her excited classmates, nor could she see the indifferent children.

At this moment, in her eyes, it seemed that only he was left slowly falling.

Love and hate have been forever ended under the sword of Fang Cai.

Now she was completely confused, and she didn't know where the road ahead was.

"Little Jiu!"

The wagons crushed the snow and ice, and the shouts tore the mountains.

The only person in the world who can make this kind of wail is his best friend Cha Yiqing.

Cha Yiqing has no previous elegance at the moment, and her eyes are full of sadness and self-blame.

He didn't hate Long Lingxue's ruthlessness, nor did he resent Feng Jiutian's recklessness.

But he blamed himself deeply, if he had arrived a moment earlier, maybe everything would have been different.

It's just that the cruelest thing in the world is undoubtedly that nothing can be assumed.

Everything is arranged by fate, and no one is powerless to change it.

Ignoring everyone's angry gazes, Cha Yiqing directly hugged Feng Jiutian into the carriage.

The coachman then turned the car around and left Qianhua Mountain.

Cha Yiqing knew very well the consequences of taking Feng Jiutian away at this time.

But he never regrets it, and his friends are always more important than himself.

Even if his reputation was ruined and his enemies were all over the world, he was willing.

The carriage drifted away, leaving two deep ruts in the snow.

The heavy snow soon covered the ruts, and the heavens and the earth were completely dead and silent.

"Fool, I won't allow you to go to Huangquan alone!"

Long Lingxue finally came back to her senses and ran wildly in the direction where the carriage was going, shouting.

She cried out one after another, desolate and pathetic, and the peaks seemed to whimper.

Long Lingxue, who fell to the ground, was held by four small hands.

There was no pain in the eyes of the two children, only indifference.

"Mother, why are you crying? For that bad guy? ”

The boy stared at Long Lingxue in confusion, his eyes innocent but cruel.

Long Lingxue was stunned, and her eyes looked at the cliff not far away.

She picked up a pair of children and kissed them reluctantly.

Then she resolutely paced to the edge of the cliff, her eyes full of discouragement.

"Master, what are you going to do!"

"Senior sister, the head of the house is no longer here, you must not have anything to do anymore!"

The shouts came one after another, and countless female disciples stepped forward to stop each other.

Long Lingxue only glanced coldly at those male disciples, the male disciples who were indifferent.

She seemed to think of her ruthless father and the ruthless him.

Are men so ruthless? So unemotional?

Everyone has their own answers, but it doesn't matter to Long Lingxue anymore.

Because she was so close to the edge of the cliff, so close that no one could help it.

Although the other male disciples were watching from afar, You Ninghan was unwilling to stand idly by.

He rushed out of the crowd and ran to the edge of the cliff in an instant. But he was still a step too late, and watched Long Lingxue jump down with the children in his arms.

He reached out and tried to pull the three of them up, but only the little girl was pulled.

The girl cried in his arms, her eyes staring straight at the cliff.

You Ninghan sighed helplessly, hugged her and left Qianhua Mountain.

There is only a thin line between night and day, and the same is true between life and death.

Long Lingxue jumped off the cliff with a mortal heart, but the result was unexpected.

When she came to her senses, she found herself lying in a carriage.

Next to him sat an elegant boy with a smile on his face.

"Miss Dragon, you are already a human mother, how can you be so impulsive?"

Long Lingxue recognized the person in front of him, who was the one who had just collected the body for Feng Jiutian.

She thanked her, and then asked very urgently.

"This son, I don't know where my son is now?"

Cha Yiqing smiled and pointed to the coachman's side, with love in her eyes.

Long Lingxue looked over and found that the child was happily sitting next to the coachman.

Only then did she relax and sit up slowly, her heart full of joy.

It's just that she suddenly found that there was a corpse parked next to her.

She couldn't be more familiar with this corpse, couldn't it be Feng Jiutian?

Her gratification and happiness have completely returned to mixed tastes at this moment.

Love and hate are the two extremes of emotion, but she uses it on one person.

She reached out to touch his face, but she trembled too much to reach.

Life and death are the farthest distances in the world, and at this moment they are between him and her.

It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she bowed deeply to Cha Yiqing, and opened her mouth with some embarrassment.

"This son, thank you for saving your life, I still have a reluctant request."

"I am Xiao Jiu's best friend before his death, and your business is my business."

"I'm disheartened with the world, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to take care of my children......"

"Xiao Jiu's son is like my son, and I should help the girl raise it."

"And ...... I hope that when he grows up, he will not hate his father. ”

Cha Yiqing couldn't help but smile when she heard this, and then nodded very solemnly.

Long Lingxue bowed deeply again, and then walked out of the carriage and picked up the child.

The mother and son said something as they walked slowly forward.

After a while, they stopped and looked at the rising sun together.

After a long time, Long Lingxue said goodbye to the child and returned to the mountain alone.

They all thought that there would be a day when they would meet, but today they parted for eternity!

The dawn reflects Qianhua Mountain as incomparably holy.

In Shenghui, Long Lingxue returned to the mountain and completed the succession ceremony.

In this regard, Long Lingxue really became the head of the family and the head of the righteous path.

Soon, she comprehended the Heavenly Xuanjian, and her martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds.

But Long Lingxue understood more and more that those who want to rise above the sky must experience pain.

She didn't want any more pain in the world, so she changed the Lingxiao faction to the Bliss Wonderland.

It's just that if you really want to reach the realm of bliss, you must eliminate love and fame, but all the men in the world love this, so she has to expel all the male disciples.

So far, Long Lingxue has completely become famous in the rivers and lakes.

But she will never forget the snowy winter of Qianhua Mountain......

End

In spring, the pear blossoms are full of ripples.

The phoenix shook its branches and scattered petals.

It seems to blow away the broken years of Lianxia Mountain.

The flowers are as white as clouds, pure and elegant, and they are like two people under the pear tree.

"Yun'er, Master has to go far away, and it will take a long time to come back."

"Where is Master going, is he going on an errand?"

"It's not an errand, it's a wish, three unfulfilled wishes!"

"Are you going to Yancheng to pick jasmine?"

"Yes, Master is going to pick a lot of jasmine flowers and put them in front of a girl's grave."

"Then the master will go to the Southern Tang Dynasty to worship the emperor's grandfather!"

"Yun'er is so smart, she is a little roundworm in Master's belly!"

"Hehe, but Master's last wish Yun'er can't guess!"

"Master is going to Qianhua Mountain in the end, to meet an old man."

"Master go early and come back early!"

Yun Yimo waved his little hand and said goodbye to Cha Yiqing.

Cha Yiqing turned around and left, and all that followed him was a white cloud in the sky.

Everything that is remembered will have an echo.

Three years later, it's another early morning.

Long Lingxue woke up slowly, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Alas, if that sword hadn't been pierced, wouldn't everything have been different......"

She didn't know how many times she dreamed of Feng Jiutian, how many times she dreamed back to the past.

It's just that she knows in her heart that no amount of missing will help.

At this time, the disciple Guo Suyun knocked on the door, and the sound seemed unreal.

Long Lingxue responded weakly, and hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

In front of everyone, she always has to pretend to be majestic, pretending to bore herself.

If it weren't for him and his ideals, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on to it a long time ago.

"Master, the tea boy came to pay a visit, I don't know ......"

Before Guo Suyun could finish speaking, Long Lingxue hurried out.

Guo Suyun looked at the master's back, and her eyes couldn't help but redden.

Although she can't really understand whether the uncle she has only met once is good or evil, the deep and pure love between the two often makes her want to cry.

The main hall and the door of the temple are closed.

In the huge hall, there are only Long Lingxue and Cha Yiqing.

Cha Yiqing is still elegant, but she looks more and more haggard.

"Tea boy, is my son okay?"

"Don't worry, Miss Dragon, he's all right."

"Yun'er is also five years old, but no one has named him......"

"No, I've asked Ancestor Chen to choose a name for him."

"Really? What words did the ancestor take for him? ”

"Yimo. Drifting out of the dust, not limited to rope ink. ”

"The ancestor was able to name Yun'er in person, which is really a blessing for three lives."

"Not only that, but the ancestor also said that he should meet Yu Yaochi in a few decades."

Long Lingxue smiled when she heard this, happy but melancholy.

Then she looked at Cha Yiqing stupidly, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Cha Yiqing knew that she must be thinking of Feng Jiutian, and smiled mysteriously.

"Miss Long, are you thinking about Xiao Jiu?"

"yes, I've been thinking about him all these years."

"If he's still alive, can you forgive him?"

"Perhaps...... But what is the use of a person who dies and cannot be resurrected? ”

"How do you know that Xiao Jiu must be dead?"

"How can he not die if he was pierced through the left chest by a sword?"

"But you hugged Yimo and fell off the cliff, aren't you safe and sound?"

"If that he doesn't die, unless his heart grows on the right side of the ......"

Cha Yiqing smiled and bowed slightly, and then walked slowly to the outside of the hall.

No matter how much Long Lingxue asked, he didn't seem to be able to hear it, so he walked to the door in such a dashing manner, and then slowly turned around.

"Although fate is determined by heaven, true feelings can move heaven and earth."

In the blink of an eye, it's a new day.

In the early morning, there was no bright morning sun, but mist filled the mountains.

Guo Suyun knocked on the door again, wanting to report on the affairs of the faction.

But she knocked for a long time, and no one in the house answered.

She pushed open the door and walked in.

The room, which was originally very clean, is exceptionally clean today.

She didn't see Long Lingxue, nor did she see her Frost Sword.

Guo Shuyun was slightly stunned at first, and then smiled.

She knew that Long Lingxue was gone, and that Feng Jiutian must still be alive.

It's just that after they see each other again, will they stay together for the rest of their lives, or will they draw their swords against each other?

Guo Shuyun didn't know about this, and maybe the people in the rivers and lakes would never know.

But everyone has their own answer in their hearts, and interprets this past with it......

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