The clouds in the sky scattered a few times, gathered a few times, the people on the ground should go away again, the bleak autumn scene, even the sky is sad, as if parting is like this, no matter who leaves, whether it is the person who stays, the heart is sad, but I have to go, because people are like the clouds in the sky, after all, they will gather and scatter.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since the Sword Sealing Meeting of Sword Ming Mountain.

A month is a short time, but it is enough to smooth out the sorrow in people's hearts. The sword domain has returned to its former appearance, except for the death of some people, the fall of some geniuses, and the breaking of a few swords, everything has returned to its original state.

It's late September of the year, it's late autumn, and no matter what the flowers, it's almost time to thank, no matter what leaves, it's almost time to fall. Of course, the leaves of winter flowers may not wither in winter, but late autumn is not the season for them to grow.

Even the red plum with snow in the red furnace has withered, and without the fire plum, there will be no scene of the red furnace, and the whole world is only ice and snow.

The snow is very big, a snowflake is almost as big as a person's palm, there are many lines on the snowflakes, as if they were blown by the wind when they fall, but no matter how strong the wind is, they can't blow the snowflakes away, maybe they don't want to part, after all, they can be together in the air because of fate, how can they give up because of a little difficulty?

Since Ye Xiao came to the red furnace to light the snow, the lonely graves have been added a little, there was originally only one nameless lonely grave, but now not only the nameless one has a name, but there are also two more. Looking at the heavy snow covering the three lonely graves, it can't help but make people sigh.

Maybe the swordsman's path is sad, because every step forward, something will always be cut off, maybe if he really goes to the highest path, he will be like the wind nameless, carving tombstones every day, and wherever he looks, there is only a sea of graves, and nothing else.

The fire plum tree has no leaves, and when the flowers are gone, it becomes a lonely dead forest, and when it is dyed by winter snow, it becomes an icicle. Watching the thousands of fire plums that burned brightly in the past turn into ten thousand icicles, people's hearts will probably be a little colder again.

This month, several people came to the red furnace with snow, and a few of them did not leave after coming.

In the small courtyard, Linglong was boiling wine, Ye Xiao was blowing music, Feng Mingxue was dancing with a sword, Xiao Man'er, Chiling, and Jiang Tao were looking at the three of them.

No one spoke, and they seemed to know that this warmth would soon dissipate, so they all cherished it and didn't want to waste a little time.

At this time, a colorful figure fell straight down from the sky, and said to Ye Xiao: "Ye Xiao's senior, the whale will leave tomorrow, and the next time the whale comes out again, it will be many years later." ”

With that, the woman left.

Seeing the woman leave, the people in the courtyard also began to disperse, in the past, they usually had to wait until it was dark, and they would not leave until they had finished drinking together, but this time, they left early.

Maybe everyone wants to be with them for a longer time, but everyone knows that the last time is always reserved for the person they love the most.

"When my master tells you to leave, go see him once. The last person to leave was Feng Mingxue, she was different from everyone else, because there was no sadness of parting in her eyes, only blessings to her friend and happiness for him.

In this way, there were only two people left in the small courtyard, Linglong was not cooking wine, Ye Xiao was not playing music, they began to snuggle up to each other.

The two hugged each other tightly, wishing they could gather like snowflakes in the air.

The two of them didn't speak, just looked at each other affectionately, every time they looked at each other, they hugged each other hard, if they looked at it from a distance, they couldn't tell whether it was two people or one person, maybe at this moment, the two were really together.

In the snowy night, there were a few more joyful and soft moans, but no matter whether the woman's voice or the man's voice, there was a little less lingering meaning of male and female love, like separate mandarin ducks, and what came out of the soft moaning was the sound of crying.

With such lingering love, it's better for outsiders not to listen.

....

In the dead realm, on the palace of the ghost clan, Yan'er is still used to lying on the throne, but she hasn't closed her eyes for several days.

"Girl, aren't you going to say goodbye?" Seeing this, Yan Chunchou, who was standing next to him, sighed and said.

"If he remembers me, he will always come back, and if he doesn't remember me, what is the point of going? As if he had finally found a reason not to go, Yan'er said and closed his eyes.

When the words fell, everything darkened, and when I thought about it, Yan'er was really sleepy.

....

In the plum bamboo dye, Fu Yueluo and Fu Sheng's mother and son had not yet fallen asleep, they were looking at the wonders of the island, only to see that in the night, thousands of mangosteens began to rise, and they seemed to be saying goodbye to someone.

"Mother, there is no wind, how do they raise up?"

"When the heart is moved, everything is moved. ”

"Mother, do you say that Sister Yunzhu is still alive. ”

"No one really disappears, and when they leave, they just become a different form. ”

"Sheng'er doesn't want her mother to become something else, Sheng'er hopes that her mother will always be her mother. ”

"Fool...."

In the night, the conversation between mother and son, a few people understand and a few people listen.

.....

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, Ye Xiao left very early, he didn't notify anyone, and even when he left, Linglong was still asleep.

This time when he climbed Jianming Mountain, Ye Xiao walked in a hurry, he didn't see any scenery, it seemed that he didn't dare to look at anything familiar, it seemed that only by walking faster, all the reluctance in his heart could be completely cut off.

Finally, under a Qianzhang waterfall with no source, Ye Xiao met the Sword Emperor Feng Nameless.

I saw that the Sword Emperor Feng was nameless and stroked the qin, and the autumn and winter scenes on both sides of the waterfall directly turned into spring and summer scenes, and everything came alive. With the sound of the piano, the Qianzhang Waterfall without a source suddenly brought many living beings, people, birds, animals, flowers and trees, white clouds and dewdrops, all living beings in this waterfall.

Ye Xiao didn't speak, nor did he salute, because he didn't want to disturb Feng Wuming at the moment.

Feng Wuming didn't speak, and even the sound of the qin disappeared as time passed by stroking the qin.

At the same time, the sky was full of wind and thunder, and the billions of creatures in the Qianzhang Waterfall got up and bowed to Feng Wuming, and then flowed to the sky, and after a while, all the living beings disappeared, and Feng Wuming got up and looked at Ye Xiao.

"The predecessors preached all beings, and so did the saints. Ye Xiao saluted the wind namelessly and said.

Feng Wuming didn't speak, he just stared at Ye Xiao seriously, and after a while, Fang asked, "Go here, when will you return." ”

"I don't know, maybe I'll never come back. Ye Xiao replied.

"Ha, I'm sure you'll be back. Feng Wuming listened, laughed, then took out a piece of green silk, handed it to Ye Xiao, and said: "You go to Qianji Beiqiu, just do me a favor by the way, you take this thing to the Sword Dance Immortal, and tell them a word." ”