At the foot of Yutai Mountain,

While the dew was still rolling in the bosom of the blades of grass and leaves, the mist slowly receded under the persuasion of the faint morning light. The ethereal sound of birdsong startled the dewdrops, who jumped from the arms of the leaves to the tips of the leaves. It hung empty on the tip of the leaf, and it didn't dare to let go, so it hung there, holding on, until it couldn't hold on any longer, and then it wouldn't give up.

This is the hometown of the chrysanthemum, and the mountains are full of this white, yellow or pink petal flower, elegant but colorful, fragrant and fragrant. It begins to bloom from the tail of spring, blooms until the forehead of winter, and finally dies in the arms of winter. It is a rather peculiar flower that can be seen all year round, but it is difficult to see it bloom all year round.

It is like an ephemeral flower of a short life, a flower withers after half an hour of blooming, and the flowering occupies another half of this half hour. People often lament its short life, saying that it is fragile and helpless, like a candle in the wind, flickering and flickering, and prone to death.

Only in this valley under Yutai Mountain will flowers bloom. It refuses to settle down with what happens, and it is easy to live elsewhere. It uses its life to prove that it will only die in a foreign land and will not take root and spread its branches. As a result, many people only hear its name but do not see its form, and do not see it blooming.

Tianshi chrysanthemum, according to Tianshi, is reincarnated in various time periods.

She likes it, like a butterfly's love for flowers, in addition to the foil, it is the companion.

She said to him, "What a beautiful flower, look at it blooming, I think I'm blooming too!" ”

He said calmly: "The flowers are no more beautiful than you." ”

Her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she said to him, "Everyone sighs that Tianshiju has only one hour of life. ”

He comforted her: "The flowers are not for show-off, the chrysanthemum blooms to bloom its life, not for those false praises." ”

She suddenly became happy, like a child, and innocently said, "I want to bloom like it too, is that okay?" ”

He replied softly, "If you bloom, the breeze will come." ”

She walked back and forth among the flowers, running and jumping, free and unrestrained, like a butterfly, walking through the sea of flowers.

She's just a child.

"Be careful, don't fall!" He looked at her bouncing around, his eyes full of soft color.

……

When he sat in this sea of flowers again, the butterfly was missing.

He was the only one left facing this sea of flowers, watching the withering of Tianshi chrysanthemum one after another, the blooming of one after another, and the display of his beauty one by one.

"But you're not as beautiful as her." He looked at the sea of flowers, shook his head, and muttered to himself at the stone tablet next to him.

"You're gone alone, I'm looking for you, but I can't find it, I'm useless! I'm a piece of shit! I only found the half of your jade pendant. They say that jade can contain spirits, so you must have hidden this half of the jade pendant, right? I sent you here on my own initiative, and let Tianshiju be your companion, you won't blame me for making my own decisions, right? Uh-huh, I know you won't blame me, I know you won't blame me, I know you won't blame me......"

He muttered to himself, his eyes dimmed, and after a moment he regained his clarity, and in an instant he became delighted, delighted and even a little crazy, and then repeated a sentence in a sneering manner, his voice getting lower and lower, low to the dust, and tears fell one by one.

Suddenly, he was murderous again, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die! ”

"Ah Wei said I should be sober, he said I should do what I should do. I also want to do something that I should do, right? Lan Lan, why do you say you are so stupid, I still have to go to them in the end. I've not had murderous intent for a long, long time, and I don't want to kill anymore, but they shouldn't have killed you! What they have done to you, I will do to them! ”

He caressed the stele, what kind of gentleness was that? It's like stroking the spikes of a cactus with your hand, smiling on your face, but your heart hurts thoroughly. He sat down in front of the stele and quietly looked at the words on the stele - the tomb of his beloved wife Lan Lan. He leaned against the tombstone, his forehead imprinted on the side of the tombstone, and closed his eyes. All he has to do at the moment is companionship. Time flowed through his messy hair, through the ends of his hair to the tombstones, and then deep into the earth, nourishing Tianshiju's constant death and rebirth.

After a long, long time, he opened his eyes and said coldly, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Today is her death day, can't I come?"

He was silent and didn't speak, just watched Ke Wei approach step by step, and then stopped.

Ke Wei leaned over and picked up the incense, lit it, and put it in front of the grave. The movements are slow but respectful. He stared at the mound of dirt, and he stopped talking. In his eyes, is it guilt, pain, or regret? He didn't know what to say, or he didn't know what he could say. In the end, he didn't say anything. Standing there quietly, like another stone monument.

It was a stalemate, and when the incense was burned, Ke Wei still stood there quietly. Beimang was still leaning on the tombstone, looking at Ke Wei.

Finally, Ke Wei was gone. He turned away, and threw a slender object wrapped in black cloth with his right hand at Beimang behind him.

"Your things are returned to their rightful owners. The auction of the day after tomorrow Fang has what you want. Ke Wei walked in a dashing manner, like a gust of wind, and the flowers along the way also owed him to see him off.

Beimang took the object with one hand, his brows furrowed, a little confused, but also a little joyful. He felt the cold breath inside the black cloth, so familiar that he stroked it gently for a long time before opening it. He took great care to uncover the black cloth, the delicate head in the shape of a dragon's head, the gluttonous sword stem, the square sword grid, and the four slender grooves on the slender sword body......

Yes, that's it!

Heaven is short!

He only remembered that he had lost the sword after a great battle when he tried his best to find Lan Lan. It is not so much that he lost the heavenly void, but that he buried the heavenly void in the place of death, and he did not want to see blood again.

"God, you're back. We're going to fight together again, so you're having a good time. Beimang stroked the sword body, chuckled and said slowly, the fierceness in his eyes made people shudder.

The cold light on the Tianqi Sword flickered, as if it was responding to Beimang's light call. After a while, he wrapped Tianqi in a black cloth again, but his thoughts drifted in the direction where Ke Wei left.

"What I want, what I want......"

"Lan Lan, I have to go first, there are still many things waiting for me to finish, and I can't continue to accompany you for the time being. Don't worry, I'll be back. Beimang's tone was calm, full of apologies, and he said goodbye as if he was pleading.

……

Inside the city of Middle-earth.

The streets of Main Street are as quiet and empty as usual, and the wind blows a few fallen leaves in the air, but West Street, where you buy and sell, and East Street, where shops are lined up, are more lively. West Street is mainly a vegetable market and a place where some hawkers do small business, of course, there are also a few shops here, such as some shops that buy and sell miscellaneous goods. There are many people here, all kinds of cries and shouts are endless, and the vendors are also changing their rhetoric to attract customers. On the other hand, East Street is dominated by shops, and the hawkers are almost invisible. Tea shops, restaurants, restaurants, silk and satin, jewelry, rouge gouache, pawnshops, etc. line the streets.

Ye Hao didn't want to go to West Street, because West Street seemed to him to be too chaotic and too complicated, and he was always uncomfortable every time he came here. He is the young master of the Ye family, and it is always a little weird to show up and drill into West Street like this, and it is acceptable for him to spend a lot of money on East Street, of course, even if he is not so arrogant, he feels that it is better to just walk on East Street than to come here.

He walked slowly from the streets, and the more he walked inward, the more people came. He frowned, extremely reluctant to squeeze sideways in, he thought: "Why are so many people crowded together, and the road is not allowed to walk well!" He dodged into the crowd and saw several beggars scuffling together in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the crowd. However, the crowd didn't seem to care about them getting in the way, and they all watched the beggars "play games" with great interest. In their opinion, what could be more interesting than asking Hanako to fight? The two beggars fight one by one, and the audience feels that it is not enjoyable, how can one person fight! They shouted, shouted, and "persuaded" the two of them.

"Hey! On the left, hit him! Hit him! Hit him! Use some force! ”

"The one on the right, don't block it, fight him, don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, we'll cheer you on! Hit him back! ”

"Kill him! Right! Beat him to death! ”

"Hurry up, why are you so wasteful!"

……

The crowd was in a hurry, and some of them threw copper plates at them, as if they were juggling tickets for them. The copper coins hit them on their heads, but they did not feel the slightest pain on them, and they did not notice it, and they turned a blind eye. Perhaps, being a beggar is also a sin, not being treated well, no one cares, no one cares. It didn't last long, and the farce was over. The person who had been defending was finally put to the ground, and the already tattered clothes were even worse, and they were torn one by one, unable to cover their bodies. The other beggar picked up his booty, the copper plate on the ground, took it in his bosom and left, and disappeared.