In the Butterfly Pavilion of the Illusory Hill Immortal Mountain, Xiao Wendao looked at Nalan Dieyi who was lying in the cold ice jade coffin, and put the snow spirit gall into Dieyi's mouth.

The few people sitting around, looking at him Although his appearance had not changed much, the bloody clothes that Xiao asked asked, the pupils of the piercing eyes, were in a trance.

"Get out, all of you. Xiao asked lightly, and the softness in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Ximen Baitu slapped his left hand on his shoulder, and everyone retreated outside the Dieyi Pavilion.

Midwinter has passed, but there was an early snow tonight, and the snowflakes were floating outside the Butterfly Pavilion, and the snow reflected Xiao Wendao's most lonely expression.

"If you and I don't see each other, I don't owe it... Xiao asked, muttering to himself, thinking about scene by scene.

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On that day, Shang Jing's early summer was the hottest time, and he was wrapped in a black robe, not thinking about who he met or owing anyone.

But after all, they met, after all, they owed each other, she sat in a wedding sedan chair, he knew that this was the means of Mrs. Nalanda, and he also knew that she was a victim of "human sophistication".

In his heart, he doesn't like to let beauties cry the most.

He bent down, lifted the big red sedan curtain, and hugged her into his arms, her body was very light, like the impression of a southern girl.

She smirked, she was shy, she was like a quail, a well-behaved quail.

Later, Xiao asked and realized that she was the young man of the "Baihualou" in Shangjing Fireworks Willow Lane, but it was just a perfunctory treatment of him by Mrs. Nalan and a perfunctory treatment of the Xiao family.

The loess buries the heroes, and there is no lover.

He grew up in Buzheng Mountain since he was a child, and he knew that the "beloved" who accompanied Xiao Qishan was by no means a good person.

The only prince of the frozen city, he knows his father's walking on thin ice in the frozen city, he has understood the emperor's imperial art since he was a child, he has understood the warmth and coldness of people's hearts, the ups and downs, and the advance and retreat since he was a child. He is the eldest son of the Xiao family, and he is also a chess piece of Xiao Qishan, a chess piece of "living in peace".

But he is also arrogant, his heart is full of splendid rivers and mountains, he does not put Nalan Jiangfu in his eyes, nor does he put Tianwu Emperor in his eyes.

Mrs. Nalan sent the young man of the Qinglou to his arms.

Then, he will let her step on the top of Nalan General's Mansion, whether she loves it or not, she is his woman.

But love, who would have thought that it would start with a bowl of green porridge and half a plate of pickles.

She was a first-time wife, she swept Mei'e, she knew that his husband was Wuzun's nephew, but she still had half a penny of silver in her arms and lived in a snowy house.

He saw her love, and he saw her pride, and that was from him.

Same bed, different dreams.

He was timid, he knew that he was Xiao Qishan's chess piece, a chess piece who was struggling, and he knew that he still loved him very shallowly, so he didn't entangle and didn't abuse others.

She still smiled lightly, never asking where he was going, never asking him what he was drinking there, she was as quiet as a quail, a quail that was pleasing to the eye.

But she is like a thorn, a thorn in the heart that can no longer be pulled out, piercing the bottom of his heart.

It was on that day, the day when the 100,000 people of the demon kingdom competed between the two races.

On that day, Xiao Tang met and drank for a long time.

On that day, he was also angry, that is, because of her, and cut off the right arm of "Tang Chop" in a fit of anger.

He was thinking, thinking that the glass of wine was still hot, and also wondering if she had met the freshly clothed Tang Shushui in Fireworks Willow Lane, and also greeted him.

Seeing her beautiful and frowning, she shook her head and didn't want him to make enemies with others.

The thorn in his heart pierced his heart hundreds of times, and he had pride and endless love in his heart.

This is a point of no return, a point of no return that he cannot turn back and cannot bear to turn back.

He swore in his heart that his woman was a "fly" and would be pampered like a butterfly.

Until now, he still remembered that Tang Shushui was carrying a white lantern, and he still remembered the light of the white lantern, which reflected her face becoming more and more pale.

At that moment, there was a wave of remorse in his heart, he shouldn't let her worry, he shouldn't let her wait for a long time.

Husband!

These two words were seared in his heart, and he knew that he had met the best woman in the world, and he was devastated.

He laughed at himself, he was an ordinary man, he was also a pawn of a peddler, he didn't want to cultivate immortals, he didn't want to.

But Yi Mubai secretly said in her ear that if she stayed for a long time, she would cultivate the Immortal Dao.

At that time, he knew Yi Mubai's intentions, and he also knew that this was his love affair, and it was also the relationship between the two people.

How far Shang Jing was from Phantom Hill Immortal Mountain, he had calculated it in his heart.

Acacia is fruitless, acacia is innocent.

Forty-six thousand one hundred and seventy-nine miles, this is the distance from Shangjing to Phantom Hill Immortal Mountain.

Since she went from the west gate of Shangjing to the Immortal Mountain of Phantom Hill to cultivate, she had already prepared for "nine deaths and one life" in her heart.

From the top of the view, she poured out in front of the statue of the Taoist Ancestor. He knew her thoughts, and he knew her determination.

But since she left Shangjing and left Xuelu, he knew the so-called lovesickness.

A dream is terminally ill, and a dream turns a thousand times.

Ha, Dugu Sedum launched a rebellion at that time, and he knew that the opportunity to go to Phantom Hill Immortal Mountain had come.

He misses Dugu Hanhan, the only disciple, but he misses her in the bottom of his heart.

He did not hesitate to go around most of the Kyushu Tianwu, and when he saw the Phantom Hill Immortal Mountain, there was a strange feeling of "cat scratching" in his heart.

Tang Shushui said that the taste is the spring of a young girl, and the turmoil of a young man's dream of spring without a trace.

He remembered Tang Shuishui's treacherous smile, and he also remembered Lu Shu's sneer, but he knew that it was not the taste of spring, it was lovesickness, lovesickness with sourness.

Just when the two eyes met, he ignored the sideways glances of thousands of people, and ignored her coquettishness, when he asked her, the sourness in his heart finally became lighter.

He sniffed secretly in her hair as he held her delicate body. He could not tolerate any one person, nor could he tolerate any blasphemy.

The blasphemy of others is unimaginable, and he knows that she is behind him.

If her body is not majestic enough, how to be a big husband, how to make her not be wronged for the rest of her life, and she can't have any grievances.

Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world.

This is not his mind, nor is it his pattern, what he wants is to be kept for eternity, what he wants is the immortal path that will last forever.

Peaceful the world, but in just a few months, the world of the demon country was leveled.

In his heart, he is considered a big husband, but he can't be a big man who reigns over the world, and he will always be a big man who will always hold the sword of killing.

Whether it was laughing and scolding, or being indispensable, he couldn't tolerate a trace of her grievances in his heart.

He can bear the infamy of the ages, and he is willing to carry the stench for thousands of years, he just doesn't want her to have a trace of grievances, he just doesn't want to.

Cultivating the Tao means cultivating the Great Road, which can move mountains, pour the sea, suppress souls, subdue demons, seal gods, punish immortals, pick stars, break the sea, destroy the heavens and all worlds, and also seal the heavens and cover the sky.

This is his way, with the nine deities of heaven and earth as the way, with her as his life, and with her as his soul.

If one day, she is tired of practicing swords, then she will be like an ordinary farmer, planting a few fields and raising a few chickens and ducks.

And the way of cultivation, he never quit every day.

If you cultivate immortals, you have to enter the WTO, and only then do you know the heart of humane immortals.

In a hurry, he has been a healer who has been a healer who has helped the world, and he has also eliminated bullies and ruffians, and he knows in his heart that what she likes is what he looks like.

She is in the Illusory Hill Immortal Mountain, he has been in the world for several years, and the Taoism is exquisite, but his heart is still full of lovesickness.

Entering the WTO, being born.

When he saw her again in the Illusory Hill Immortal Mountain, the excitement in his heart was still the same as back then.

The sweetheart is by his side, and he must be pampered endlessly.

When Da Luo Immortal Mountain and Kunlun Immortal Mountain were willing to give the treasure of Zhenzong to him, he knew that the "Tianjian Secret Realm" must be nine deaths and one life.

Nine deaths and one life, what are you afraid of!

He thought of her safety, even the ghost land, and he was not afraid.

His love is the hottest, the hottest, and the only love in the world.

There is no time to cultivate immortals, and the immortal veins rise.

Stepping on the ruined capital, crossing the demon clan, entering Luobo Mountain, and visiting Diqiu a few times, her palms are hot like charcoal, but his heart is better than the scorching sun and nine suns.

Entering the immortal vein is the other world of the heavens.

Although she has gone through hardships and hardships, when she sees him, she always smiles lightly and holds her palm in his palm.

But in the Yehu Mountain, I met Wu Daozi and met half a crooked poem.

The fool laughed at the fool, and the smile blossomed. The melon is stupid with the second fool, and the fool looks at the people.

He doesn't believe in fate, he doesn't believe in divination, and he doesn't believe in fate.

The pride in his heart also ridiculed the man, and now the remorse in his heart is like a boat drowning in the ocean.

A moment's anger, a moment's bravery.

The life of Huangfu Fengya should not be lost in his hands, nor should he be pretentious.

The snow fell silently, but only the snow could hear Xiao Wendao's lovesickness in his heart, and the roar in his heart.

The snow buried half of Xiao Wendao's body, and also listened to his heartfelt words.

closed the lid of the cold ice jade coffin, covering Nalan Dieyi's face and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The snow reflected the bloody clothes, Xiao asked, standing in the heavy snow, Ren let the snow fall on top of his head.

"Don't worry, I will always accompany Dieyi and wait for you to come back. Banxia said, stepping into the Butterfly Pavilion.

This step is countless years.

I saw that not far away, two people were also dressed in red, and came to Xiao Wendao.

The corners of Nalan Chanyi's mouth were bloodstained, and the clothes on his body were stained with blood, and he said with a light smile: "I judged the master, and the master stabbed a few swords." ”

The person next to her was the Yiren girl from Xiling Efeng, and she also smiled lightly and said: "I was expelled from Efeng in order to repay Yidan's kindness." ”

Xiao asked, his eyes flashed over the two of them, and said, "It's cold and the road is far away, add an extra piece of clothing." ”

Both of them were bowed, and they saw Banxia Pan sitting in front of the jade coffin of Nalan Dieyi, Xiao asked for one last look, and went down to the Fantasy Hill Immortal Mountain.

In the empty gate, Xiao asked to leave Yiren in the empty gate, and let Nalan Chanyi teach the empty gate disciple swordsmanship.

Xiao asked and explained, and then walked out of the empty door.

"Where are you going. Nalan Cicada asked.

Xiao asked without looking back and said, "Revenge is the only way to do it." ”

"The elixir or immortal art that brings the dead back to life is not in this Kyushu continent. The little black dragon Chunchun said, stretching his waist and walking towards the house.

Everyone listened to the words of the little black dragon Chunchun, and looked at the early morning of winter snow, and the spring willows sprouted.

Nalan Cicada glanced at the direction where Xiao asked and went, and read a few words in his heart!

I don't see you looking back at the mountain, and you leave horse marks on the snow.

The peach and plum are strong in the spring breeze, and the night rain has a return lamp.