The moon climbed to the highest point of the nine heavens, and the bright light gilded the earth with white silver.

The night is four-fold, quiet and lonely, and even the wind chimes under the eaves "jingle bells...... The sound of jingle bells ......" is like a bubble gently floating in the night sea.

In the secluded courtyard with the pink wall of Daiwa, a pure white figure stood with a sword bathed in the moonlight.

It was a young girl, with silver hair and low clouds, the tail of her hair dangling down like moonlight, dressed in plain clothes and white clothes, and the long sword in her hand was like a phoenix bird spreading its wings.

She was too white and too cold, so white that it was lighter than the contours of her facial features, perhaps only the ripples of the wind across the water, so cold that even the bare wrists exposed under the wide sleeves seemed to be condensed with frost and snow, and it was so cold that even the blue eyes like cutting water cut out the cold pool of broken ice in the courtyard.

And her sword is colder.

No one could see when she drew her sword and when she received it, but she stepped out of the air, the sword shadow froze to the extreme in the moonlight, and a heavy afterimage was stacked together like a bird spreading its wings, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

So it wasn't the wind chimes, it was the wingtips of the bird that swept over the cold pool, it was the sound of her sword stabbing into the water, and each sword pierced through the middle of the scattered and floating ice, and the pool had no waves.

Light, cold, elusive, and untraceable, it was her sword, and it was her person.

But the girl held the sword fiercely, twisted her eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared a few feet away in the air, holding the long sword and slashing in the air-

I saw that a sudden sword qi was actually completely different from the domineering rigidity just now, and it ruthlessly sent a pool of cold water from the Northern Darkness, which was heavier than a rock, to a height of five zhang.

"Boom!" The water in the pool fell, smashing the pebbles used for decoration around it, and the waves on the water surface could not be calmed for a long time.

With the gradually calming pool water, the girl fell to the ground, and the originally cold and indifferent breath was now mottled because of the irritation.

With her backhand, she seemed to inadvertently flick the blade of her sword to the right back that her eyes couldn't reach, but finally hung down at her side as if she was worried about something.

The two half-moon-shaped sword qi thrown out by her flew straight towards the corner of the courtyard, and the lower end plowed deep marks on the ground, but in an instant, the sound of gold and jade colliding disappeared.

"Haven't you come out yet, Zhan Qinghuang?" The girl frowned, as if her long-suppressed anger was finally released at this moment.

She turned around sharply and swung out two more swords, the sword qi seemed to absorb the vitality of all the things around her, and there was a faint spirituality, which had already converged in an instant, slashing in the same direction in the shape of "ten".

"Bang-" was ten times louder than the splash half a minute ago, enough to disturb the silence of the night, as if all living beings had been awakened by this moment.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you practicing." The girl she called Zhan Qinghuang turned out from the back of the house, and the sword she had just used to take over the sword qi in her hand was similar to the style of Cang Yuluan, but it was a five-colored brilliance hidden in the silver and green.

Her appearance and temperament are two completely different types from the silver-haired girl, her facial features are not powdered, her own bright color, like a waterfall, three thousand green silk is only tied up with crimson silk on the back of her neck, and a pair of crimson eyes are raised at the end of her eyes, and her brilliance is better than that of pearl coral.

Her beauty is quiet and angular, it is a hibiscus flower carved from agate chalcedony, and it has a brilliance that real flowers cannot reach, but if you dare to be defanatory, every petal will hurt.

is such a beautiful woman who is as cold as her heart, but at this moment with a helpless smile on her face, she does her best to give her tenderness.

"Also," Zhan Qinghuang paused and said, "...... Don't be angry, okay, Luan. ”

"Call me Cang Yuluan." The answer to her was the back of the silver-haired girl who didn't look back, "I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry with myself." ”

Zhan Qinghuang was not surprised by her answer at all, she walked unhurriedly to the stone bench not far away and sat down, picked up the teapot on the stone table with ease, poured herself a cup of tea that was already cold, took a sip, and said: "I know, I know that you think that I chose the "darkness" of the left-handed sword, and deliberately left the 'martyrdom' of the right-handed sword to you, which is to show off in front of the Emperor of Heaven and look down on you. ”

"I also know that it is very suitable to cultivate the left-handed sword with your talent, even if you have practiced the rigid and domineering right-handed swordsmanship, the sword moves still carry the lightness and speed of the left-handed sword, and everyone has different kendo understandings, this is not a bad thing, you don't need to deliberately give it up."

"I just wanted to say...... I never wanted to hurt you, I will give you everything you want. "She's not good at words, and she's the ultimate in her words.

“…… It's me who should say I'm sorry, I can't tell you the truth, I can't let you know me, I can't accept your mercy. Because I want everything I want, even if it makes me feel sick. Cang Yuluan still didn't turn back, but her tone gradually calmed down, like an indestructible lake in the pool.

"This is the first and last time I've said these things to you."

Some things just start with a sentence and fade away.

“…… I know. The Celestial Inheritance Ritual is approaching, and no matter what happens between us, I hope you can keep yourself in the best shape and hand in a qualified battle for the history of the Celestial Clan. Zhan Qinghuang drank all the tea and put the cup back on the stone table, but there was no sound because the bottom of the cup was against his little finger.

"I don't need you to take care of my business. Doe, send-off. After speaking, Cang Yuluan walked straight to his resting palace.

Until her figure disappeared into the screen behind the door, she didn't look back.

And with her words, a middle-aged man with good facial features slowly walked out of the shadow of the ground and bowed slightly to Zhan Qinghuang: "Your Highness Huang, please understand me......"

Zhan Qinghuang, who saw Du Er, hurriedly got up and straightened Du Er's body: "Uncle Hong, what are you talking about, I'll go back, and you can rest early." ”

For her, the middle-aged man in front of her is Cang Yuluan's servant, one of the Nandou Du Er, but it is also the common elder of her and Cang Yuluan, Luan Chenghong of the Yu Clan's Luan vein.

“…… It's okay, His Royal Highness the Phoenix will walk slowly, and I won't send it far. After saying that, Luan Chenghong, perhaps the man who should be called Du'e by now, returned to the shadows, and his breath blended with the late night.

Looking at the solemn and cold Nandou Hall in the night, Zhan Qinghuang's crimson eyes were full of confusion, sorrow, and deep regret many years later.

And that's where the story begins.