The night was dark and dark, and the night was harshly stretched across the sky, releasing a cold full moon obscured by the white light of the blue sky.

Once the full moon hangs in the sky, it will strongly spread the momentum around the body, and the cold light will instantly shine on everything.

The mischievous moonlight fell on the slender branches, and if you were not careful, it was unexpectedly reflected in the silver smoke that slowly rose.

The silver smoke disk swept past the tip of the tree, and the shadow of the tree swept extremely quickly, leaving the world at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Only a clear moon hanging obliquely in the sky remains, still proudly swallowing the clear light, continuing to shine on this silent mountain stream.

Skimming over the Cen Tian ancient trees, stepping on the steep mountain edge.

Silver Shadow twisted around and paused slightly.

Under the hazy silver smoke, a purple gauze skirt spread out, bringing out the shape of a blood-red hibiscus flower.

Immediately, the snow-white boots quietly landed on the ground of the back mountain.

Without the slightest pause, the boots stepped forward.

The movement was fast, but it didn't make a sound.

It seems to be - with a hint of respect and remembrance.

The top of the mountains, cold and peaceful, majestic atmosphere, but here is very strange.

It's not as green as elsewhere, but it's a red face.

Between the red earth, there is only a narrow path, which is full of earth.

The snow-white boot gently brushed the delicate flower pendulum, and the red shadow flickered and reflected under the moon.

That's Fusang, the beautiful Fuso all over the place.

The plants are intertwined, and the flowers are not so lonely.

The woman in the purple shirt took a slow breath, and her stomach was full of the fragrance of hibiscus flowers, which made her throat sore.

The light of his eyes fell three meters away, and it was also Fuso.

The difference is that there is a piece of red jade in the middle.

About a figure is wide and tall, with a blood-like color, which is a little seeping.

Only the three Fusang carved on it, two large and one small, are a little demonic.

The slightly larger fuso on both sides is in the shape of a ring, enveloping the petite fuso in the middle, which is a gesture of protection.

The white jade-like fingertips touched the red jade stele and slowly stroked the three fusang.

There was a long pause, and then it moved downwards again.

Beneath the fingertips are familiar and somewhat old names, and slender fingertips rub against them.

It's just that the stele is cold, and no matter how much warmth she has, she can't warm it.

In the end, Lian Guichu gently lowered his hand and leaned on the stone tablet a little lazily.

Above, the starry sky is still stunningly beautiful.

Today, however, the stars are a little sparse and faint.

"Old man, I'm leaving again......"

Xu was quiet for too long, and when he opened his mouth at the beginning, he was a little hoarse.

patted the stone tablet next to his head, and Gui Chu was a little dissatisfied.

"You old man, you must bless me well!"

Bless me with all the best, bless me with all my wishes.

"It's these words every time I come, and there's nothing new about ......"

I slapped my head a little depressed and thought about it at the beginning.

"I don't think I've seen you in years, old man, it's good for you to come and walk around my dreams!"

In my dreams, I can't pull the sloppy beard under your mouth, at least I can look at you!

See if you have eaten well, slept well, and see if you have broken the habit of greedy cups.

Gui Chu couldn't suppress the violence in her heart, she wanted to kill people, she wanted to send them all to hell.

But......

"Miss!"

An indistinguishable voice reached Gui Chu's ears, slightly dispelling the anger in her heart.

The thin emerald figure fell between the red Fusang, step by step, it was particularly conspicuous.

The man shook his hand, gently placed the shawl on her shoulder, and patted it somewhat soothingly.

"It's late at night, miss, go back!"

"Good ......"

Gui Chu nodded obediently and stood up with his hand.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, from here, only a corner of the blood jade stele remained.

A blurry red shadow reflected in the black and white pupils, and Gui Chu blinked and turned to leave.

Don't worry!

The day I'm going to wait, even if it's too late, I'll be able to wait.

Of course, what I want to do, even if I do it all, will do it!

The moonlight took the opportunity to sprinkle its brilliance and fell on the blood jade stele, and the stabbing it glowed.

Qinghui moved downward, slowly revealing the silver handwriting that had been smoothed by the woman.

The familiar and unfamiliar name is once again engraved in the heart of the homecoming.

That night, Guichu had a dream.

I dreamed of the courtyard full of purple jade bamboo and hibiscus, and at this time, a straight figure was kneeling in the courtyard.

There is also an old man standing in front of his small body with his waist in front of him, scolding.

Xuanyun Lake blew his nose and glared, and slapped the little head in front of him from time to time.

"You stinky boy, Lao Tzu told you a few times, you are not allowed to read those forbidden books, you are not allowed to read them! You hear the dog ears go in! ”

The little boy squinted his eyes and lazily twisted his somewhat sore neck.

"Old man, people still don't have to worry about snacks, and their lives are long!"

"Huh! You bastard, I won't kill you today! You wait! ”

Xuanyun Lake was so angry by his arrogance that his beard stood on end, turned around and picked up the wooden stick on the side, and was about to greet the bastard.

"Whoa!"

A somewhat sharp wind sounded, and the little boy looked at the ancient tree beside him, and then the corners of his lips were triumphantly curled.

"Look, we can't stand it anymore!"

Xuanyun Lake was even more angry when he heard this, and glared over there.

"Scream again, Lao Tzu stewed you!"

Bi Bi blinked, his blood-red eyes were slightly rounded, and he glanced at the little master with some sympathy.

Then he fluttered his bright wings, closed his eyes, and squinted alone.

"Humph!"

Xuanyun Lake snorted proudly and picked up the stick again.

"Lao Tzu hits today-"

"Old man!"

A soft and glutinous call sounded, and then the little girl in the purple robe blew in like a gust of wind and slammed straight on the old man's legs.

"Old man, old man!"

"Ouch hey!"

Xuanyun Lake threw away the wooden stick, then sat in front of the little girl, and pinched the two little lumps on her head very stubbornly.

"It's not an old man, it's - master!"

Xuanyun Lake grinned, a little seductive.

"Come, call one for the master!"

The little boy kneeling on the ground touched his head when he heard this, and pulled the corners of his mouth a little mockingly.

Then he pulled the little girl in front of him and gently scraped her little nose twice.

"Chu'er, don't listen to this old man's nonsense, let's call him old man."

"Huh! Xuanyuzhi! ”

Xuan Youzhi raised his eyes with a contemptuous expression.

"How?"

"Who raised you up to this virtue, ah?"

The old man rolled up his sleeves and came up to grab his ears.

The little girl not only protects her brother, but also is very sensitive.

Xiao Guichu took advantage of his strength to kick in his brother's arms, and kicked the old man's wrinkled old face.

"Ouch hey, dead girl!"

"Haha! Kick it! Kick it! ”

Seeing that she had succeeded, the little girl hurriedly pulled up Xuan Youzhi, who was kneeling on the ground and smiling from ear to ear, and ran desperately outside.

"Two little bastards, wait for Lao Tzu!"

Xuanyun Lake stared at the old eyes and jumped behind him, saying cruel words one by one.

That's the senior brother who hasn't grown up, Bi Bi, and her, and ...... The old man who is long gone.

The picture stopped abruptly, and Gui Chu saw the corners of his grinning mouth.

Such a nostalgic laugh......

It's the old man, even if he jumps in anger, he will raise the arc of doting.

Gui Chu turned over.

Struggling, struggling, finally wiping away the bright blood that flowed from the grinning mouth.

When he was dizzy, he finally wiped the non-stop column of blood clean.

Gui Chu rolled over again and fell asleep again.