On the night of June 17, the 21st year of the Holy Yuan of Donglai.

The stars are like brocade, the moon is in the sky, the night is as cool as water, and the breeze is like a drunk.

Jiang An, the prince of Donglai, had nothing to do, sitting alone in the Qingxin Hall and looking at a full moon.

Tonight, it was rare that the maids and guards around me were asleep, no one disturbed them, but they were also clean. He made a pot of tea, sat quietly at the stone table alone, and thought hard, two days ago, there was a little turmoil over the death of Princess Yaohua's maid Zihan. A few days ago, the girl teased herself in front of Princess Yaohua and her demeanor was still vaguely visible, but in a few days, it was actually a fragrance and jade, he couldn't help but sigh how fragile and short human life is, and poured a glass of sake under the moon to save a wisp of soul.

Recently, Jiang An seems to have met a nemesis, for some reason, the king of Donglai actually became suspicious of himself, and it seems that some villains in the ears of the king chewed the root of their tongues, such people will not be rare at any time, Qin Lan is not an unreasonable person, but recently the king of Donglai suddenly approached his nephew Qin Lingyan, it seems that it is not so simple. Jiang An thought carefully about his recent behavior, trying to find his own actions that made the king suspicious, but found nothing.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

Eight words like this suddenly flashed in his mind. "Hmph." He sneered, blew open the tea leaves on the side of the cup, and took a small sip.

Today, it's June 17. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and sighed, it was almost June 20.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had been stabbed and dripped blood. The bright red figure, the destined magic star. For seven years, he has been secretly tracking down the woman in red who destroyed the entire Jiang clan back then, but he found nothing. Don't say the identity of the enemy, or even the appearance of the enemy, he has no way of knowing, everything seems to have come to an end at that time and ended forever, but the blood red in his heart can't fade away after all.

Jiang An's hand tightened, and the small teacup was crushed suddenly, and the fragments pierced his hand, bleeding.

Beliefs, ideals, pride, are different things in everyone's eyes.

**, there are people who spend their lives working for it. Wealth is so bewitching, some people are trying their best to destroy the pure.

Prince Jiang'an, the world calls him Prince Jiang'an, Prince Jiang'an, who King Donglai has always been wary of, but he doesn't know that he has never been just a child who escaped from the Valley of the Dusty Night, and in his eyes, Jiangshan is just a dream.

At this moment, his head hurt a little, so he stretched out his fingers and gently pressed his temples, and in a trance, a purple figure jumped out in front of him, as before, hugging his neck, and chuckling mischievously, "Brother Mu Yu." ”

The woman's face seemed to appear in the teacup, reminding him of the past he was trying to forget.

Seven years ago. Rongcheng red leaf forest.

It was a season of maple leaves, Jiang An went through many catastrophes, escaped from the Dust Night Valley, and went all the way south to the Rongcheng Red Leaf Forest.

The autumn rain is continuous, extraordinarily cold, and sad.

Jiang An walked among the thick red leaves, the sound of fluttering echoed hollowly, and the blood shed by the clansmen, such a strong color, drowning him to the ground.

He didn't care about looking at the road in front of him, but walked aimlessly, coldly bumping into the person in front of him, who was hit by him, fell to the ground and let out a cry of "Ah-----".

He frowned, but saw a bright woman in purple falling to the ground, kneading her calves, there was some anger in her eyes, her eyes were as clear as crystal, and she was about to drip water, the woman's eyes met him, and suddenly moved down, and she saw the sword at his waist, her eyes flashed with a trace of horror, her petite body shrank back, picked up the package that fell to the ground, and fled timidly while he was not paying attention.

Jiang An indulged in those eyes, was stunned for a moment, and was a little stunned when he saw her fleeing suddenly, although he felt that he was beautiful, but he scared away others, but it was a fact. Am I so vicious? He shook his head speechless.

Just a few days, he found a broken temple in the forest, inscribed: Yuansheng Temple.

Fate? At that time, he thought, what a good name. I forgave myself that I had nowhere to go, so I could hunt a few wild beasts in the forest, exchange some silver taels at the shop, buy some supplies, and settle down here.

For a few more days, he found a stream, which was quite clean, and practiced his sword here every day at dusk.

That day, Jiang An practiced swordsmanship as always, but he heard a woman's terrible cry, hurried over, and saw a wild wolf chasing a girl. Jiang An raised his hand, and a sword was issued, nailing the throat of the wild wolf impartially. The girl sat down on the ground, waving her hands desperately, as if frightened. He crouched down and patted her on the shoulder, and she waved her arms and screamed. Jiang An grabbed her arm, and it was not easy for her to calm down. When the woman saw that it was Jiang An, she was frightened again, and she shrank back with her baggage. Staring at those clear eyes, Jiang An suddenly remembered that this was the woman who passed by him that day but didn't have time to say hello.

"What's your name?" He heard himself ask, and he felt very strange at this voice, and he didn't know why he was so interested in such a childish girl.

"Ink ...... Ruowei. I heard her tremble and tell her name.

"Ink? … What a strange last name. He walked over, pulled out the Wind Chasing Sword from the wolf's body, and looked back slightly, "My name is Jiang An, Jiang Muyu." ”

The woman's eyes stared at his blood-stained Wind Chaser Sword, and she shouted in horror, "Blood..... Blood...... but she didn't know if she heard his words clearly.

Jiang An frowned, walked to her side, took out a handkerchief from her arms, wiped the blood stains on the wind chasing sword, threw it into the river, and pointed to himself and said, "Mu Yu." ”

Mo Ruowei took a breath, came back to her senses, showed a childish smile, and pouted, "You're not a bad person!" ”

Villain? Jiang An had never thought of such a concept in his mind, and when he saw her say this, he had to echo, "No." ”

One raised his hand and chased the wind back to the sheath. Jiang An glanced at the woman in front of him, and was about to turn away, but he heard the woman behind him scream bitterly, he turned around, and saw that she wanted to get up, but she fell to the ground, he expected that she was running too quickly and accidentally broke her foot, so he squatted down and grabbed her foot, and tore the foot binding on her foot, the woman suddenly fluttered again, and exclaimed, "What are you going to do, what are you going to do!" ”

He didn't answer, he tore open his foot, saw a small bruise on his ankle, and thought to himself that it was just a broken foot, and it was fine.

Mo Ruowei waved her hands and feet, still fluttering, "What are you doing, what are you doing!" ”

Caught off guard, the small slap fell on his head, crackling like raindrops, Jiang An turned his head to dodge, a little depressed in his heart, let go of her feet, and gave her a blank look, "What else can you do, you are just a child." ”

She pointed to her feet and looked at him pitifully, "My feet hurt, what should I do?" ”

Tears rolled in her eyes, and she lowered her head and whispered, "It really hurts." ”

"I know."

Jiang An looked up and saw that the sun had gradually set, seeing that the girl in front of him should be a few years younger than himself, if he left her in this deep mountain, he was afraid that tomorrow she would become food for wild beasts.

"Go where I live," he said lightly, "if you don't want to stay here and be eaten by wild beasts." ”

Mo Ruowei glanced at the dead wolf on the ground, shivered, hurriedly got up, pulled his sleeve, and shouted, "Brother Mu Yu, I'll go with you." ”

Being called by her like this, Jiang An was stunned for a moment, and smiled in his heart, he didn't expect her to change so quickly. He took out his sword and cut a branch, brushed it into a cane, handed it to her, and pouted, "Carry it yourself, don't expect me to carry you." ”

The woman grabbed her crutches, wiped her eyes, and smiled at him.

The sunset slanted down, stretching the shadow of this young girl for a long time.

Seven years later, Jiang An, who was admiring the moon alone, recalled those days, and his heart was still filled with warmth, and it turned to heartache after a long time. He tilted his hand slightly, and the water in the cup rippled in layers, quickly submerging the girl's face.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart, and I couldn't tell if it was heartache, guilt, or something else. He looked up, and the lonely moon hung alone in the night sky, and the bleak cold light reflected away.

He closed his eyes, and a voice sounded in his heart, is it lonely?

As if another self, he smiled wryly, lonely?

The sea of blood is unforgettable, but even the enemy has no way of knowing, and the clear eyes of his youth have long since fallen into the dust and are silent.

After the bloody wind and rain calmed down, one person was left covered with scars and drank alone to the moon.

The corners of his mouth smiled bitterly, the days were too peaceful now, calm enough to wear down people's will. In this way, day after day, even the hatred that drips blood in my heart fades.

His fists clenched slowly, and he ...... I hate myself like this, and I hate myself who has not been able to kill the enemy so far.

The moon is already full, and people's hearts have been difficult since ancient times.

June 20, a few days later, it will be June 20 of the year again.

Life is like a dream, and in the blink of an eye, it is another year of spring breeze and green willow leaves.

June 20, 28th year of Donglai Shengyuan.

Jiang An, as in the previous seven years, after saying a hurried farewell to King Donglai, went out of the city alone, all the way south, and came to the former Qingchuan Zhuhai.

In the blink of an eye, years have passed.

The Qingchuan Bamboo Sea is still the Qingchuan Bamboo Sea of the past, green and bamboo, and the smoke in it is no different from the day he left seven years ago. The soil under this foot, even if it was stained with blood, eventually faded away with the passage of time, washed away by wind and rain, and everything was still new, as if those that flowed down had never flowed, and those who had fallen had never been broken.

He rode his horse and stood quietly in the sea of bamboo.

The wind whistled from all directions, making the bamboo leaves rustle, but in his heart, it turned into a wisp of sadness.

Cuizhu has the heart to leave people, and should ask for a clear breeze to collect the soul of the hero.

He closed his eyes and listened to the wind passing through the bamboo forest, and the terrible cry of that night echoed in his ears.

There seemed to be a slight sound behind him, he looked back slightly, and at the moment of the whip, a person hiding in the bamboo behind him suddenly fell, with a dart stuck in his throat, and he suddenly fell down before he had time to shout.

Jiang An noticed that there was someone behind him, and after the dart was released, he quickly galloped all the way to the edge of a cliff.

He dismounted and stood on the edge of the cliff, which was filled with smoke, and when he looked at it, he felt dizzy and did not know the bottom.

Jiang An looked around, and when he saw that no one was following, he jumped into the air, jumped on the cliff, and threw himself into the smoke.

Only about one person in the world knows that under the cliff, in the smoke, there is a deep lake. And this is also the only way to enter the Dust Night Valley.

Jiang An threw himself into the lake, only to feel that his body was cold, and after a while, he came out of the water, and after coming ashore, it was the former residence of the Jiang clan------ Dust Night Valley.

He recalled the former Dust Night Valley, the paradise, the strange traffic, the smoke curling, the old and the young together.

At that time, all the people lived only for a legend of salvation - the Jiang family was descended from the god of creation, passed down from generation to generation, just to tie the bad bond planted 7,000 years ago.

Ancient culture, ancient swordsmanship, passed down from generation to generation.

Salvation? What a beautiful term, such an empty legend, some people really believe it.

In the end, who saved these legendary saviors?

Today's Dust Night Valley is like a cemetery. If it weren't for Jiang Anzeng's return every year and erecting a monument for the bones of his clansmen, I am afraid that this place would be a hell full of skeletons at this time.

Jiang An was drenched, bowed three times at the tombstone, and went all the way forward to find the tombstone, which was engraved with the tomb of his father Jiang Yun.

He knelt down suddenly, stretched out his hand and stroked the strokes on the stele, "An'er, run away, if you don't escape...... If you don't escape......"

The voice of the past sounded in his ears again, and his heart gradually tightened, and he still remembered the tragic situation of returning from the catastrophe that day, the corpses everywhere, and the blood stained the entire lake.

In the entire Jiang clan, he was the only one who survived, and he was the only one. It took him a full month to bury the remains.

This is the final ending of the legendary descendants of the gods.

"Ridiculous." He sneered, wanting to shed tears, but nothing could drop from his eyes.

Since entering Wan'an Palace, he has tried his best and used a series of connections to find the murderer who destroyed the whole clan, but to this day, he has found nothing.

"Damn!" He slammed his fists against the earth, clutching a handful of dirt under his feet, which had turned black. He smiled miserably, I don't know how much blood has soaked this soil, why can't saplings grow so far?

Every time he returned, the hatred in his heart grew. In the first few years, he hated, hated the murderer who destroyed the whole clan, and now, he hates, hates himself who is powerless to take revenge.

He pulled out the chasing wind, stood in front of the grave of his clansmen, and made an oath again, with ambition in this life, and slashed the enemy.