People walk on the bridge, and there is no water under the bridge.

In the dark, the sky and the earth are slightly hazy...

In front of me, the deep garden was completed like this, so it was a victory for a city, in the attic of the past.

I didn't know that in this huge Jiang family courtyard, there would be such a unique place, along the wooden bridge, looking at the direction of the flow of fine flowing water, the wooden plank under the feet was slightly wet, and there was a layer of ice crystals that were faintly indistinguishable to the naked eye.

With the crisp sound of water washing the soul, the world in front of you is filled with a white mist, and what makes people marvel is that although there is no five fingers in the white space around, the place where the wooden bridge under your feet extends is clearly visible.

The bare toes followed the wet cloth boots, leaving a pool of indistinguishable moonlight, and Fang picked up his figure and disappeared into the white fog in a daze...

Perhaps he was already half soaked, but he didn't know that when he was heading towards the end of the wooden bridge, the wooden bridge behind him was slowly submerging into the quiet shadow of the water under the bridge.

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Pushing aside the clouds, soft water droplets fell between the palms of his hands, and the hair coiled up was slightly wet, and after walking for a long time, Fang picked up and gradually felt a trace of coldness wandering all over his body, and his right hand touched the corner that was soaked with water, revealing a chill, but fortunately, it was slightly drier with the passage of time, and it was not as uncomfortable as before.

Dots of light gradually appeared ahead, and the brightness of the faint lanterns hung in the air, and when the last two lights flickered, they reached the end of the wooden bridge. Turning around and looking behind him, it was hazy, so dark in the dark, and the picture that appeared in the pupils was only the oppressive fog, and the only light was drowned in it.

A waning moon spreads in the water, with the water swaying and half red.

Looking up, only the lantern here is actually white, the burning lamp emits a deep and blue light, and a huge stone pillar stands in front of you under the lamp, and the marks of time are written on it, which looks like it has existed for a long time, showing a little vicissitudes.

Looking up and touching it, a silky but cool cold stinged the palm, the uneven touch walked down from the upstream, the crooked handwriting was extremely blurry, but it could be seen clearly, and a pair of red eyes gradually sank into the grief.

Ten years have not been in the west, and Lingxi is still there.

Fang picked up and silently read out the handwriting on the boulder pillar, but an uncomfortable dullness poured into his heart, but he always felt that something seemed to be missing, and his rapid breath was difficult to calm down, and he was afraid of walking into the endless falling cycle of darkness, and his heart gradually collapsed mixed with fear. Suddenly moved his palm and moved a few steps, suddenly realized that his eyes were like the night above gradually dawning, it was a pair of stone pillars, but unfortunately it disappeared, not far from this stone pillar, a peach blossom hidden in the fog replaced the stone pillar, if you don't look carefully, it is rare to find.

Through the faint and soft white mist, the vines under the pillars were removed, and the green moss on the spreading surface came into view, and hidden under the green was a small and inconspicuous line of handwriting—it was rare to come once, and then it was a pause and a half hesitation to not write, as for why such a line of half-cut handwriting was left, it must have been an irresistible pain at that time.

Just as Fang picked up his thoughts by the stone pillar, a light suddenly appeared, looking towards the light, and suddenly a winding and winding blue brick-paved sky-like path suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the deep wooden plaque was dragged and hung by four chains.

But the four big characters scribbled and beguiling on the wooden plaque were deeply a little restless, as if they were imprisoned by some kind of forbidden force, staring at it for a long time, a heavy and breathless sense of oppression shocked the soul, and the dizzy stimulation had to make Fang pick up his gaze to shift the words on the wooden plaque.

Violently shaking his buzzing head, along with the surrounding environment, Fang picked up and twisted in his eyes, feeling that his body was light and stumbled, and his whole body almost fell to the ground, if he didn't react in time to look away, he would have been oppressed by the strange aura on the wooden plaque and fainted unconscious.

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muttering the handwriting imprinted in his mind on the wooden plaque, he shook his head slightly helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Feeling the discomfort of tumbling in his stomach, in a daze, he lifted his front foot and stepped onto the sky-like path paved with countless blue bricks, which was silent and far away.

Steep green peaks rise from the ground, moss-covered stone steps and paths are scattered from the void, and now the sea of clouds is careless against the stone wall in the depths. The withered yellow bamboo leaves all over the ground, the wood and bamboo swaying in the wind, twisting the gorgeous posture, dancing with the bamboo leaves shaking down, looking down from the sky, the huge bamboo sea overlapping and surging dark waves are undulating. Fang picked it up in it like a flat boat, which seemed so unsurprising.

The bamboo leaves that fell and swirled down were all over the path under the feet of Fang Pick up, and a butterfly came from elsewhere flapping its wings slightly and staying on the clothes, as the traces of withered yellow bamboo leaves piled up on the stone slab became more and more shallow, and the road gradually widened, looking up from afar.

Fang picked up the mirror image in his pupils as if it had been split into a gap, the upside-down outline of the lake loomed, and countless water droplets from thin air slapped the water surface, and then the continuous ripples collided with each other and dissipated, and then came towards his heart.

Inadvertently, it aroused his interest, and he walked away, when his whole body entered it, those countless water droplets actually recognized him and were empty, stretched out his palm and couldn't hold it, it was already half of his clothes, but he was pulled and pulled by a force, and a faint heat coiled the water droplets away, and there was a trace of warmth swimming all over the body.

In this way, walking in this adversity, the lake above left one after another footprints that gradually changed from shallow to deep, and the faint ripples of water slowly gathered together and disappeared into a point. A ray of light in front of him became more and more dazzling, and the surface of the lake above gradually dimmed into a milky white mist, followed by a vague stone bridge staircase reflected in a figure of eight.

The stone bridge does not become a bridge, the two ends of each lie quietly and sit, the blue waves that are extinguished do not move, you can clearly see the bridge body that sinks under the water, when stepping up, suddenly a thick white fog in the distance is swept close to the lake, the cool wind blows on the face, without a body of trembling, the lights of the broken bridge in the distance are in a trance as if there is nothing.

When the thick white mist in front of him gradually faded, Fang picked up his line of sight and gradually appeared a figure with a breeze floating and fluttering clothes, and under the cover of the golden mask, the gentle gaze of his eyes was opposite to him, forming an extremely quiet and waveless silence.

It's just that the father and daughter of the Jiang family who were on the side before didn't know where to go, and a faint smile appeared from the person's gentle gaze, revealing a sense of relief but mixed with a deeply stinging bitterness, but the deep bitterness was gradually fading away with the breeze.

It's just that what he doesn't understand is that in Fang Shiqi's eyes for the man who has never seen a figure, there is always an intermittent and indescribable pain that he understands but can't touch...

A hazy mist passed, and that gentle smile gradually rose cold. The man in the black robe took off the mask on his face, and in a hurry, a faint scar flashed on his arm, but he still couldn't see the face under the mask, and as the mask held in his palm fell, a faint blue fire ignited and burned it away.

In the darkness, Fang picked up his pupils, and a huge iron chain formed by an iron ring suspended in the air was reflected in the man's hand. At the end of the long iron chain that winds endlessly, there is actually a young man who is imprisoned and slowly revealed.

Although his face was blurred, and the unkempt hair was even more unrecognizable, there seemed to be a hint of clue from the blood-soaked left palm of the man with unkempt hair.

Bloodshot eyes, dull eyes, just immobile and tightly looking at the things in his hands, it seems that even the vitality is gradually dissipating naturally. However, looking at this scene, Fang picked up, but what he saw in his eyes was the erosion under the endless cold, revealing a suffocating loneliness in fear.

I saw that Fang picked up and suddenly withdrew his mind, the slightly trembling beads of sweat slowly flowed down and soaked his back, and he felt a cool air rise from his back to his forehead, and the panicked heartbeat suddenly lost his direction.

Just when he was puzzled by this, he only felt a pain in the back of his head, and all the pictures in front of him fell to the ground with blurring, and the fog in the sky and earth reunited viscous and turbid, and Fang picked up and gradually drowned in it.

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When Fang picked up his tired eyelids and woke up from his coma again, he was lying alone on the ground paved with cool stone slabs......

Shaking violently his still-groggy head, an incredible light flashed through his mind. What he didn't expect was that lying next to him was Jiang Yuyan, who had long been out of breath.

A sword is not in vain, the sword is broken into a knife, and then the head falls without blood!

The former head of the Jiang family has now fallen and become a headless master, those unwilling eyes stared at Fang Pick up tightly, and suddenly a cold and strange aura filled his body. It flashed through my mind, as if I had never seen this admirable technique anywhere, but deep down I was familiar with this sentence, but I couldn't find who it came from.

For a long time, he looked at the head that was picked up by the lonely staring at him, only to feel uncomfortable with the yin wind, although he had never seen each other and got along, but he was also his nominal father-in-law, so he had to babble to himself and hold Jiang Yuyan's head and body together, and then sighed and wiped off the eyelids on the staring eyes.

The cold wind blew, and a raging fire ignited for no reason, sweeping over the entire silent sky.

The silk smoke became wisps, and finally turned into a roll, from near to far, pulling an endless heavy smoke hanging in the air and moving to the sky to cover the eyes, looking at the picture of the blood flowing into a river around him, Fang picked up the heart only left with endless sadness, anyone understands the world's difference, who will understand that it is a passing cloud.

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Just when Fang picked up his distraction, a strong wind struck behind him, and his whole body leaned forward, a splash of warm liquid sprayed out, and he turned his body with difficulty with heart-rending pain, and before Rong Fang could pick up his mouth, what appeared was his face that he regretted meeting the most.

The stunning face of the weak water is difficult to scoop a scoop of drink, and a woman slowly walks in the chaos of thousands of miles of smoke and waves, looking at the eyes that are like clear water in the Yexi River, and suddenly, people fall into a daze and intoxication.

"Get out of here!"

The fragrant breath came to the face with a gossamer-like hatred, at this moment Fang picked up and still fell into the woman's eyes, and did not hear the rejection full of hatred in the mouth, the woman saw this, pushed her palm out, only to feel a fragrance on the tip of her nose, and then Fang picked up a few steps back and fell heavily to the ground.

After all, the tears of the broken thread couldn't control the emotions in the woman's heart dripping down, and instead of crying heartbreakingly, she was silent and a little terrifying, just standing there looking at Jiang Yuyan who was separated from her head and body.

The sky was dim and gradually dawned, and the surrounding Jiang family garden buildings had obviously been burned by the fire, and I don't know when, but gradually the sky was becoming more and more low and strange. Looking up, the huge and delicate Jiang family burial was submerged in the fire, and the gray-white sky fell with ashes that would disperse when the wind fell, and gradually a rare scene appeared.

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After the ashes scattered and disappeared, countless petals actually fell in the sky, stumbling and finally falling into Fang Pickup's hand, looking at the petals in the palm of his hand, it turned out to be a dark blue flower body, no different from the peach blossoms in the past, It was hidden in the depths of memory, as if it had been seen.

Looking at the soft and delicate body of the woman in front of him with dark blue peach petals, the poignant atmosphere gradually messed up his fragrance, and then he realized that the clothes on the woman's body were actually blended with his dirty red clothes, and vaguely, it seemed that several figures gradually came in those weird peach blossom rain.