In the fine wind, one, two, three...... Countless petals, cherry blossoms flutter gently in front of you.

Wei Zhuang stretched out his fingers and caught the fluttering and uncertain flying flower.

The cherry blossoms bloom for a short period of time, only a dozen days, and now it is the season of falling flowers. Wei Zhuang gently tugged at the petals and watched blankly, watching their wreckage fall to the ground, fall into the mud, and be covered in filth, and the jade died of incense. Looking at it, I felt sad......

Now, as if he had cast a demon, he leaned motionlessly against the trunk of the rough cherry tree, his gaze fixed on the falling cherry blossom petals.

There are several piles of cherry blossom remains, looking up like a mound, burying a dream of spring. This dream is too short, too gorgeous, too enviable. How can today's troubled times accommodate the beauty of cherry blossoms? The spring rain is blowing, the spring breeze is blowing, and the cold earth is buried. In this way, the vivid life of the cherry blossoms dies in the rainy season, and the empty branches are left with speckled flowers.

The cherry blossoms rained, and the rain fell, but they couldn't write a single line of poetry.

The sound of clogs of "Click...", accompanied by a crisp turn, soft drizzle, like the sweet voice of the new warbler out of the valley "Hey", the red lotus princess moved lightly, and the style came.

Wei Zhuang woke up from his intoxication, turned his head, and looked at the red lotus who had agreed to come here.

Under the cherry blossom trees, this has become the place where Wei Zhuang taught the Red Lotus swordsmanship. However, this may be the last time he will accompany Red Lotus to practice swords here.

Today's red lotus seems to have been carefully dressed, with a cute and changeable double bun with jet-black hair, fixed with a fragrant wood hairpin. The green silk on the forehead hangs down, and there is a crimson cherry blossom in the ear, lively and fresh. The big eyes are shining, the jade pink carved Yao nose is straight, the red lips are slightly pursed, and she is wearing a wide-sleeved tulle pink lotus princess dress, lined with a pointed chin, which makes people can't help but be excited.

Red Lotus seemed to want to show her most beautiful side to Wei Zhuang under the tree, and tilted slightly to the left and right, looking at Wei Zhuang with hope in her eyes.

Wei Zhuang turned his head away, avoiding the scorching gaze of the red lotus. He knew that Red Lotus wanted his praise, but he couldn't speak, and he didn't know what words to use to describe it. And after today, maybe it will be difficult for the two of them to see each other again in the future.

Wei Zhuang casually picked up a slender cherry tree branch that had fallen on the ground, and pointed at the red lotus as usual.

"This time, you have to be serious!" When he said this, he looked more serious than ever, but Princess Red Lotus didn't see it. She didn't know that this was the last time she would compete with Wei Zhuang, otherwise she would be ten thousand times more serious, instead of being as casual as she was now.

"Don't worry, every time." Princess Red Lotus smiled slightly, her wrist flicked slightly, and the chain sword flew up, spinning around Red Lotus's graceful body. The sword danced like a circle, the flying flowers flowed, the giggling Yinling laughed, and the red lotus happily waved the soft sword, full of happiness as usual. Every time she competes with Wei Zhuang in sword practice, she seems to be in a very happy mood.

The chain snake soft sword is like a fluttering butterfly in the hands of the red lotus, rotating up and down, bending left and right, the spirit is elegant, and the falling cherry blossom petals fly up with the whirlwind generated by the sword dance, which is beautiful like a dance.

The red lotus body is swaying lightly, the lotus steps are light, and the jade feet under the feet are criss-crossed, dancing in the cherry blossoms like butterflies. Suddenly, the chain sword in Red Lotus's hand stabbed out in the air one after another, and the sharp sword leaves appeared in the void, and Wei Zhuang would be scratched if he didn't pay attention to it.

The soft sword of the chain snake like a whip and a sword flew in the hands of the red lotus, and the sword flowers were beautiful but dangerous. Facing the sword flowers in the sky, Wei Zhuang did not have a trace of fear, and his face was calm.

"Ding Ding" Wei Zhuang casually used a branch to block the blade of the chain sword's attack again and again, dodging from time to time, and Red Lotus's stabbing sword did not hurt him at all. In his eyes, the sword of the red lotus did not have a trace of murderous aura, but was affectionate, beautiful but not lethal, it was a relatively good-looking dance.

"Ding", dodging an attack from the red lotus again, Wei Zhuang took a step back, kicked the ground and volleyed into the air, his feet borrowed from the thick trunk of the cherry tree again, and flew lightly over the head of the red lotus.

Wei Zhuang landed steadily on the ground behind the red lotus, and his footsteps shook a layer of falling flowers. Between the fingers of his left hand gently swirls a delicate and vivid cherry blossom.

The cherry blossoms are raining, and the handsome boy picks the hairpin flower in front of the cardamom girl's forehead, how beautiful the picture is.

"Ahh She tilted her head to the right, and hurriedly touched the green silk in front of her forehead with her hand, and sure enough, there was no trace of the cherry blossoms in the hairpin.

She wanted to take back the beautiful cherry blossom, and swept her right hand back, but she didn't want to be blocked by Wei Zhuang. The branch in his hand spun three hundred and sixty degrees in the air on her wrist, and he reached out to grasp the branch, striking the blade of the chain sword of Red Lotus' attack again.

The huge force made the red lotus, who turned around and did not stand firmly, fly upside down, she was screaming, she was spinning, the chain snake soft sword was also spinning around her, and she finally landed on the cherry blossom petals that were all over the ground not far away.

The blade of the chain sword stabbed her like a snake letter, but she still endured the pain, stubbornly raised her head, and looked at Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang's strength today was much greater than usual, and he didn't catch her who fell, but turned his back to his body and looked at the distant sky.

"Although you have practiced hard, it is a pity that your master is really a mistaken child!" Wei Zhuang shook his head slightly and said.

"Don't speak ill of my master, who is the best person for me besides my father." Red Lotus sat on the grass under the cherry blossom tree and emphasized to Wei Zhuang again.

"Practice the swordsmanship I taught you, and use it next time. With your qualifications, it won't be long before you can defeat your master. Wei Zhuang threw down the branch, turned his head and walked forward silently step by step, leaving here, leaving Honglian alone to sit alone among the broken cherry blossoms all over the ground.

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"I really want to see the outside world." After practicing swords and martial arts, returning to the dormitory, Honglian stood in front of the wooden window, looked at the blue sky and said.

"Hmph, when you see it, maybe you'll regret it." Wei Zhuang leaned out of the window and replied unceremoniously.

Honglian clenched her fists and said firmly: "There are some things that I will never regret. ”

Hearing Honglian's answer, Wei Zhuang's answer was a little sad and vicissitudes: "Sometimes, regret itself is a price that cannot be repaid. ”

Honglian found that Wei Zhuang's words and deeds today were really a little abnormal, she remembered that Wei Zhuang had been in the Han Palace for almost two months, and his trial return date was approaching, so she asked tentatively, "Are you leaving?" ”

Wei Zhuang just spit out a cold "right" word and got up to leave. Now that she knew, she could leave.

"Where are you going?" Honglian chased after him from the dormitory, stopped Wei Zhuang, who was walking under the high beams, and asked nervously.

"Back to the Guigu faction, an important duel awaits me." Wei Zhuang did not look back.

"What duel is so important, with whom is it?" Red Lotus asked anxiously, wanting to know everything about him, but also afraid that this duel would hurt him.

Wei Zhuang said slowly: "Senior brother Gai Nie and I will win the duel in the Ghost Valley, whoever wins the two of us will be the one who is destined to control the chess game of the world." This is my destiny and that of the world. ”

"Will you come back to see me?" Honglian's footsteps moved two inches forward, and her nervous tone sounded so sad, but also so helpless, with a hint of anticipation. She knew that Zhuang's decision, she could not change. But she still hoped that he would come back to see her again, even if it was even if it was a face.

Wei Zhuang was silent for a long time, and slowly spit out a cold answer: "Maybe it won't ......"

He couldn't predict his future, he couldn't give her the promise she wanted. Since he can't do it, he doesn't care about deception, even if it's a white lie, and can only respond ruthlessly.

Watching Wei Zhuang slowly walk towards the outside of the palace step by step, the figure moved away little by little, Honglian stretched out her slender hand and wanted to hold him who was leaving, her legs were as heavy as lead, and she didn't move.

"Maybe it won't ......," Honglian muttered this ruthless sentence blankly, reading it back and forth, as if she had fallen into a demon.

This moment, a long time has passed. Only then did she realize that Wei Zhuang's eyes seemed to be looking at the sky forever, and in this man's eyes, she would never see her shadow.

When she came back to her senses, she dragged the pink robe and ran through one corridor after another, passing through one gate after another. She ran as hard as she could, despite the fact that she was out of breath.

She saw it, she saw the figure that was about to go away. But she was too tired to tell him to stop, so she could only continue to chase him, hoping to catch up with him before the palace gate closed.

The sound of "squeaking" is getting closer and closer, but Wei Zhuang's figure is getting farther and farther away, and Honglian is still running forward the same, even if he doesn't have much strength.

The heavy palace door closed heavily, but Honglian could only watch Wei Zhuang's figure disappear behind the last door.

Honglian stopped weakly, holding on to the green bamboo, staring blankly, looking at the palace gate, and looking at the direction where Wei Zhuang had gone.

Zhuang must have heard his footsteps and must have known that he was chasing him. But why didn't he look back, didn't stop, didn't look at himself, was he so ruthless?

"No, I'm sure, Zhuang, you'll be back." Honglian said silently in her heart, but tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Honglian felt that the strength of her whole body was drained by an unknown force at this moment, and she could only sit on the ground.

Perhaps, this door is the closest and farthest distance between them.

A song of sheng, looking at the end of the prodigal son, the wall of the Zhumen Palace, helplessly afraid of parting, has parted.

The building is highly locked, and when spring hatred comes, the falling flowers are independent. When will the bright moon shine on the king's return, the west building will look forward to it for a long time. Wei Zhuang, disguised, amorous since ancient times.

Muzi swing, cherry blossoms rainfall, chain sword dancing with flowers, thin past. Chilian, infatuated, and entangled in nightmares.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the autumn waves are shining, and Xiaoxiang tears and rain are dreaming. Exciting boy, cardamom girl, who is the bright moon of whom.