That night, Jiang An and his entourage finished their deliberations in the city lord's mansion, admired the beauties, and listened to a beautiful pipa song by Jin Niang, and even accepted Xiujie's bright child, and his heart was happy, and in the blink of an eye, he no longer stayed, and took Xiujie to the inner room, ready to rest, and the maids on his side served him in wide clothes, one of them took the brocade bag on his waist, took it to his nose and smelled it, and couldn't help but admire, "It's so fragrant!" Jiang An turned his head and wondered, "Xiang? He was a little surprised, he hadn't smelled any fragrance these days! He picked up the bag and sniffed it, then turned his head and said, "Is it fragrant?" ”

The maid covered her mouth and chuckled, and said in a coquettish voice, "The smell is so fragrant that the prince can't smell it?" Jiang An glanced at them, and sniffed the bag again, but still couldn't smell any smell, he was still surprised in his heart, after purifying sea thyme, after making spices, there was no taste at all, he frowned, and only said in his heart that Shu Yao was afraid that he would not be able to smell the fragrance, so he did something in it, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, "This girl." He glanced at everyone and echoed, "Incense, incense!" The maid knew that the prince was carrying something very important, so she put it under her pillow, and did not dare to disturb the prince's rest, so she bowed and withdrew.

That night, Jiang An had a dream, just like the previous times, dreaming of the same scene and remembering the same person.

Seven years ago, it was a season of maple leaves, and the red leaves in Rongcheng were about to burn, which really responded to the name of the forest, red leaf forest. The weather was getting colder, Jiang An was thinly dressed, practicing swords by the stream in the early morning, Mo Ruowei sat on the side, playing with the blue flute in his hand, occasionally approaching his mouth, and blowing a few single notes. Jiang An glanced at the thin back, a touch of purple among the red leaves, at this time it was extra pity, he put the sword back into the sheath, stood behind her silently, patted her shoulder, as if she was startled, her small hands danced, skimmed the blue flute, wow wow screamed, it was actually a hug to him. He frowned, but didn't push away. touched her trembling spine, and comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's me." ”

She was shocked to see him sitting beside her, picked up the blue flute on the ground, knocked her on the head twice, and said in a contemptuous voice, "Can you blow it?" ”

As if a little angry, she got up and tried to snatch the flute from his hand, but he turned his hand and hid the flute behind him, looked up and gestured contemptuously, still smiling and asking, "Do you know how to blow it?" Mo Ruowei pursed her mouth, her little face turned red, and when she stomped her foot, she turned her head and said, "How could it not?" ”

"Oh?" Jiang An raised her hand and touched her hair, she instinctively shrank back, quickly lowered her head, and called, "Brother Mu Yu." ”

"Then why haven't I heard you blow it?" He looked at Mo Ruowei's blushing little face fixedly, raised his hand, and pinched it. "Brother Mu Yu...... Hurt. She frowned at his pinch, patted his hand hard, and struggled. Jiang An let go of her hand and laughed, suddenly feeling that her frowning look was so beautiful.

She snorted, rubbed his red face, turned her head away, looked at him with a look of resentment, and muttered, "Who can't blow, who can't blow!" She glanced at him resentfully, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and tried to grab the flute in his hand, he stood up and took it high, let her jump and jump, struggling but couldn't grab it, she was a little angry, sat on the ground with her ass, don't turn her head, never talk to him again, Jiang An was a little unbearable, so she turned her face, shook the flute in front of her eyes, and said, "No," she grinned, wanting to take it, but Jiang An turned her back behind her, looked at her angry little face, looked at the sky again, and said, "You play a song for me, I won't bully you in the future. ”

She was still angry, her face turned red, and she burst out for a long time, "That's the phantom flute, you can't play it casually!" ”

"You don't blow?" Jiang An picked up the flute and tapped her head, laughing, "You really don't blow it?" She covered her head, danced and hidden, and said continuously, "Blow, blow, I'll blow!" Jiang An glanced at her evilly, threw the flute to her, she held it in her arms, like a treasure, looked at Jiang An, and smiled slyly, "Brother Mu Yu is waiting here, I'll go to Yuansheng Temple to get the score!" "Hold the phantom flute and jump far away.

"Girl, you lied to me!" Jiang An immediately reacted, he stood up and chased forward, Mo Ruowei ran forward, then ran back and shouted, "Brother Mu Yu, I didn't lie to you." Jiang An was willing to listen to her at that time, so he chased after her, grabbed her, but ran too quickly, stumbled under his feet, and fell to the ground, and rolled out of the way with Ruowei in his arms, and when he stopped, he turned over and covered her body, staring fixedly, the thirteen-year-old boy, and a trace of evil thoughts suddenly surged in his heart. She opened her eyes and saw him on her body, blinked, revealing an innocent look, "Brother Mu Yu, I didn't lie to you......" Jiang An chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head to kiss the woman's forehead in an instant. Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the autumn wind rippled with a sweet taste, I don't know how long it took, Jiang An got up and smiled lightly, and pushed her who was stupid, "Go get the score!" ”

She suddenly blushed, smiled at him, jumped up and ran, and turned around and said, "Brother Mu Yu, wait for me!" ”

He sat on the grass, watching her back in the distance, the corners of his mouth outlining a crescent. The autumn wind chases the red leaves, and the dead trees meet the cold winter independently. Jiang An grabbed a piece of red leaves flying in the wind, and couldn't help frowning, why didn't she come yet? He threw away the leaf with his hand, got up and prepared to go to Yuansheng Temple to settle accounts with her, but when he looked back, he saw that there was a faint trace of green juice on the leaf that had just fallen.

His gaze suddenly turned stern, and he frowned for a moment, and his hand chased the wind out of the sheath, and the cold light shone in an instant. He looked up ahead, on top of the huge ancient tree, a woman in red slowly floated down, her blue eyes, red veil covered her face, and she couldn't see any expression. Jiang An's face changed dramatically in an instant, that person, that person, that Shura who destroyed the entire Dust Night Valley half a year ago! He gritted his teeth, only to feel that he was gradually overwhelmed by blood, and there was only one shout left in his heart, Ah Wei, Ah Wei, he was heartbroken, Ah Wei, I would rather you lie to me, Ah Wei, you must not come back!

He pulled out his waist to chase the wind, and looked at the woman in red in front of him, the woman stepped on the fallen red leaves with her bare feet, her right hand was slightly raised, and a long blue whip appeared out of thin air in her hand. The cold sweat on Jiang An's head dripped down in big drops, this kind of gap is the difference between cloud and mud! In an instant, his figure was like the wind, running backwards, fleeing, fleeing to a place where Ah Wei couldn't find it!

Before he could take a few steps, the figure of the woman in red suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a long green whip in her hand, walking towards him step by step, her eyes were as cold as death, and she couldn't see any expression. Jiang An clenched the wind-chasing sword in his hand, turned around, and the wind-chasing sword technique did not leak. The long whip wrapped around the sword in his hand, and was cut off again, divided into two, and wrapped again, his figure was like a wild goose passing through the forest, flying rapidly, dodging the fatal attacks of those long strips, the woman in red snorted softly in her throat, and only raised her hand, her fingertips condensed a silver circle of light, penetrating Jiang An in the air in an instant, his shoulder hurt, his body was slow, and his right foot was wrapped around the long whip, and the woman in red dragged him down from the air and threw him to the ground with just one force. Jiang An fell from a height, shocked, spit out a mouthful of blood, the horizontal sword cut off the confinement under his feet, struggled to stand up, looked at the woman in front of him coldly, only to see her fingertips move, the silver aperture in her hand suddenly appeared, in the red leaf forest, a huge invisible qi appeared out of thin air, forming the appearance of a hand, and grabbed Jiang An in the palm of his hand, Jiang An only felt a pain all over his body, the pressure hit from all directions, as if he was caught by something, his body floated upward, he was shocked, unprecedented skill, unprecedented spell, It's not like a person who is in the moon! Without waiting for him to finish thinking, the woman in red's hand clenched suddenly, and the invisible qi in the air tightened, and with Jiang An's scream, he pinched him in the air, Jiang An seemed to hear the sound of his bones being broken, chasing the wind and taking it off, the woman in red raised her hand to catch it, the pain, the overwhelming pain, and her eyes seemed to have turned into a bloody color, and her body was like a bloody glow! The woman seemed to let go of her hand carelessly, Jiang An fell like a kite with a broken string, the blood waves in her heart rolled, she couldn't say a word anymore, her limbs were soft, and she couldn't exert any strength, he turned his head, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the red leaves, the woman in red carried the wind chasing sword, stepped forward step by step, her eyes were cold, she walked to him, raised the wind chasing sword, left no room, and stabbed down with a sword!

Jiang An knew that death was inevitable, so he closed his eyes...... Suddenly hearing a terrible woman's shout in the forest, Jiang An's heart suddenly tightened, he jumped up with all his strength, instantly moved to the shouting woman, and roared, "Hurry up!" The woman in red stood still, not moving, not speaking, but just looking at them with amusement. Mo Ruowei seemed to be frightened, touching the blood gushing out of his body, tears crackling down, she reached out in a daze, trying to wipe the blood off his body, tearing open her purple clothes, trying to bandage the wound that kept gushing blood. As soon as the woman in red raised her hand, blue vines suddenly emerged from the ground, instantly wrapped around her ankles, and pulled her to the ground, she was scared, let out a terrible cry, he staggered a step, cut off the vines on her feet with a sword, and screamed hoarsely, "Hurry up!" ”

"Brother Mu Yu......" She raised her head, her eyes were hazy with tears, he raised his hand and slashed with a sword, cutting her purple clothes, leaving a blood mark on her body, he was cold, "If you don't leave, I'll kill you now." ”

Another sword slashed, and the sword qi splashed under her feet, and the pile of red leaves on the ground was cut and scattered. Her eyes were hazy with tears, and there was a look of extreme horror in her eyes, like a frightened fawn, running away into the woods. Jiang An turned around and lifted his sword, wiped the blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth, laughed, the woman in red waved her hand, the long whip in her hand instantly turned into a sharp sword, flew forward, fought desperately, the strength was so great that every time she saw it, Jiang An's wrist was numb, the woman held a sword in one hand, and a seal in the other, penetrating his hands and feet, nailing him to the ground. Blood continued to gush from the corners of his mouth, and he sneered, haha. The woman raised her sword and was about to pierce her heart with a sword, but she heard the crisp sound of the flute in the forest. In an instant, a look of extreme pain appeared in the woman's eyes, and the sword in her hand suddenly took off, and she hugged her head, screaming in pain from her throat.

He struggled to turn back, and saw her dressed in purple, stepping on the leaves from the forest, blowing a song "Drunk", she suddenly ran to him, tears fell from her heartache, she struggled to untie the vines on his body, trying to carry him on his back, he struggled to raise his head, and roared hysterically, "Be careful! ”

She turned back in shock, but saw the woman in red swing down with a sword, she didn't have time to dodge, there was a deep blood mark on her beautiful face, she screamed in pain, covering her bleeding face, the woman in red snorted coldly disdainfully, flew up and hit her in the chest, kicked her out, she screamed, fell to the ground, she threw herself on a red leaf, coughing up blood, her bloodstained hand was still holding the blue flute, she struggled, put the phantom flute to her mouth, the woman in red raised her long whip, pulled her hand, rolled up the flute, Thrown aside, with one hand sealed, her body flew up spontaneously, she struggled, her voice was terrible, "Brother Mu Yu, go quickly, Brother Mu Yu ......" Jiang An's hands and feet were penetrated, lying on the ground, his fingers moved, and he picked up the chasing wind on the ground, but he couldn't exert half of his strength.

The woman in red threw her hands in her sleeves, threw Mo Ruowei in the air, turned the long whip in her hand into a sharp sword, threw it back, turned into a white light, broke through the air, and stabbed Mo Ruowei in the air, a sword pierced her neck, nailing her to an ancient tree. Before she could utter a shout, she struggled a few times, and the light in her eyes dimmed and stopped moving. Blood ran down her face, from her neck, dripping onto her purple clothes, and down her fingertips......

At this time, Jiang An, like a beast that had just broken free from the cage, roared, clenched his fists, and shook the confinement around him. His hands and feet were pierced, and the blood was still dripping down, leaving on the red leaves, dripping all the way. The chasing wind in his hand was flying messily, and he didn't seem to be able to see the face of the woman in red in front of him, only staring at the corpse nailed to the ancient tree, and couldn't hear the sword aura overflowing in the forest, only hearing a song in his ears, "Born and Drunk" that Ah Wei finally blew. He can't remember what he did that day, he doesn't know when the sword in his hand will stop killing, he doesn't know when he fell, he only remembers that day, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Avi!" Seven years later, in the dark night, there was a sudden panicked cry. Jiang An was startled in his dream, sat up, his heart was still beating violently, he touched his forehead, and he was in a cold sweat. "Hey......" sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, Awei, is it you, do you miss me? He suddenly hugged his head in pain, pulled his long hair hard, fell into the bed, and smashed his fists on the ground, "Ah Wei, don't think about me, Dust Night Valley, don't let me ......" He suddenly lay down and muttered, "Jiang An is powerless to avenge you......"