The Holy Decree from Jingshi really came down in five days.

On that day, the sun was in the west, the sky was almost dusk, and the clouds in the sky were like light chrysanthemums, covering the world with a layer of golden fog.

Kneeling at the door of the mansion, the smiling sky and Linglong were also covered with a faint afterglow. It gives people the illusion of being in a different world.

The north gate of the division is at the top, kneeling respectfully.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, the sinner girl is exquisite, and she is complicit in rebellion, and her heart should be punished. But I was grateful for a little royal blood, and thought that his daughter would soon die, so she was driven into the wilderness and left to fend for herself. ”

Linglong's emaciated body knelt straight, her indifferent eyebrows looked calm, and she kowtowed heavily to the bright yellow holy decree, and said word by word: "Sinner girl Linglong...... Thank you, Lord Long. ”

The holy decree did not mention Si Beimen, there was no praise, and there was no reprimand, Si Beimen glanced at Linglong and Xiaoxiaotian, flicked his sleeves and went back to the south, but Si Ying did not leave.

After Linglong took the order, he collapsed to the ground without bearing the load, and at the end, his mouth opened, and a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out like a mist, falling to the ground flutteringly, and the red was dazzling.

Duoxiaotian wanted to hug her, but she stretched out her hand and refused, she said: "Brother Duo, I want to talk to Miss Feng, you go and see your cousin Linglong." ”

He listened to her very firmly, and although his tone trembled slightly, he knew that this was the last time they would see each other, and his hands trembled, but he still took it back.

"Okay."

He left the last word of his life, glanced at her back again, and got up to leave.

Feng leaned over and took her into his arms, and shook his head: "Linglong...... Why are you suffering? ”

Linglong shed tears but smiled: "What he owes me has also been paid off, since the two do not owe each other, he should live better for the rest of his life." ”

Feng Tingxin didn't know what to say, and she was not qualified to say anything, her life was a mess, but after all, she couldn't be as open-minded as Linglong, in the final analysis, she Feng Tianxin was not as good as her.

"Miss Feng, I want to go and see the lake, I heard that there is a Luoquan Lake in the south of Jizhou, and it will eventually flow to that waterfall, I think, go and see."

"Okay."

As the dusk deepens, the lake is dappled with sunset, like a little bit of broken gold, and the lake surface is flooded with thousands of ripples, rippling and rippling.

Feng poured his heart to prop up a bamboo raft from the edge of the lake and swing into the center of the lake, and the lake water was clear and clear like a mirror. Linglong was lying on the bamboo raft, her breath was weak, and her eyes kept falling on the lake, as if she would close her eyes at any time.

Suddenly, a burst of pipa sound, swirling on the surface of the lake, was sent by the wind, as if pouring out the most lingering love in the world.

Feng listened intently for a moment, then looked back and said to Linglong: "If you're tired, just rest for a while." ”

Linglong nodded with a smile, as if she was extremely tired, and gradually closed her eyes.

Feng tilted his heart and looked up at the endless lake, with a few strings of pipa music, sighing, in the red dust love, the most unbearable thing is obsession, and what can't be let go of is the love between men and women.

Walking in the red world, who can do everything truly as he likes. She couldn't do it, but Linglong did.

Suddenly, feeling a void figure falling beside him, Feng Qianxin turned his head suddenly, looking at the ghost in front of him and suddenly stumbling heavily.

"Do you think it's her?"

The person in front of her smiled at Feng Tianxin, Feng Tianxin was in a trance, she seemed to see him smile for the first time.

"Laughing at the sky, you...... Committed suicide. ”

Duo Xiaotian nodded, looking at the exquisiteness on the bamboo raft, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the smile came from his heart into the corners of his eyes.

“…… Why? ”

"The red dust is shallow, and I have always been alone.

Whether it's my mother or my master, how many people around me have just become passers-by, and I have only lived in the bloody swords and swords for so many years, and after all, I have become a yellowed rice paper.

It wasn't until she appeared that I knew that I would have throbbing, and I would have ...... Love. Every time I dream back at midnight, I always have such a pair of eyes, there is love in my eyes, there is love, and it is as bright as the spring color of March. Come to think of it, I love her more than I thought. ”

Somehow, Feng Qianxin's heart ached like a twist with his hand, his face seemed to be hot, and when he touched his hand, it was wet tears.

Snatching Xiaotian stretched out his hand to her, Feng Qian stretched out his palm to take it, and a touch of fluorescent red fell on her palm, and Snatching Laughing Heaven said: "The holy relic of the witch clan, you give it to her for me." ”

"What about you, what are you going to do?" Feng tilted his eyes up at him.

Snatching Xiaotian raised his eyes to look at the lake comfortably, there was no yin owl in his eyes, no cold, only a little light cloud, he hooked his lips and smiled: "People die like lights go out, I will naturally have my place." ”

He set his eyes on Feng Qianxin, glanced at him inquiringly, and said: "My soul seems to have been pulled in, and I also vaguely know that I have a love soul, and I can give it to you, but I know that you are a person with too deep obsessions." ”

The ruddy color on Feng Qianxin's face faded gradually, showing paleness, she panicked and didn't come to snatch Xiaotian's inquiring eyes, she was so unbearable and persistent, she didn't want to be looked at like this, she never thought that she would be so weak.

"I, I'm a selfish person......"

"Nope." Duoxiaotian shook his head, looking at her with praise in his eyes: "You are a person with deep affection, no soul, no heart, you have nothing but him now, pour your heart, you, too pitiful......"

Feng poured a pain in her heart, she didn't know that she was a poor person.

"However, Forget Dust is not a person who can be entrusted with life, I'm afraid it is...... The trust is not human, and for the rest of your life, you will do it. ”

After that, Duoxiaotian shook his head with a sigh, took a deep breath, and a love soul slowly spit out from his lips, and Feng poured out the soul bottle and collected his love soul in the bottle.

Duoxiaotian floated to Linglong's side, wanting to reach out and hug her, but unfortunately, Yin and Yang were separated, and he never touched her.

Tears gradually blurred his vision in Xiaotian's eyes, and his body gradually drifted away, and finally he leaned over slightly and dropped a last kiss on her lips.

He smiled and said, "Linglong, farewell." ”

As the dusk fades and the night falls, a few stars shine like whispers in a lover's voice.

She looked at the fluorescent red in her palm, walked to her side, gently opened her lips, fed the red into her mouth, and looked at Linglong's gradually rosy cheeks, Feng was relieved.

She stood up and stood with her hands in her hands, looking at the lake and the clear moon and stars from afar, with a trace of bitterness in her eyes.

This ending, for Linglong, is it good or bad.

——

It had been five days since they had returned to Linan, and that evening she had finally knocked on the door of Forgotten Dust.

Forget Chen opened the door to look at her and smiled at her: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Feng Qianxin also smiled indifferently, after so many things, she seemed to see it: "Today's sunset is brilliant, I think tomorrow is a good day, I think it's time for me to make a desperate career." ”

Forget Chen nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be with you tomorrow." ”

Feng looked at him in surprise: "You go with you?" ”

Forget the dust lowered and smiled lightly, clasping his palms on his chest: "Amitabha, the dog holding the moon lamp is a little obsession of the little monk, and the little monk should go to break the attachment himself, isn't it?" ”

Feng looked at him with a heartfelt heart and no words.

The iron chain is locked on an old tree at the top of the Yading, Feng Tilting Heart and Forget the Dust are wearing thick Dachang, standing at the top of the Yading and looking down, the cliff wall is full of steep cliffs and endless dense fog, one by one black, like ink on the inkstone.

Feng Qian raised his head and smiled at him: "I'll go down first, you follow me." ”

Forget the dust hummed faintly.

Feng leaned and grabbed the chain, jumped down, she had some kung fu, she was quite comfortable with this cliff, but she forgot the dust......

She grabbed the chain and looked at Ya Ding, pausing to wait for him. The thick fog passed in front of him, and Feng Qianxin couldn't see it, but could only feel every tremor coming from the chain.

At last, the gray appeared in front of him, and she was a little relieved, clutched the chain, and slowly jumped down.

The farther she went, the cold wind swept through her body like a knife, and the bone-piercing cold froze her every joint. The countless lush trees that passed in front of me were stiffened by the cold ice, as if they were frozen.

It seems like a long time has passed. She had been on the cliff for a long time, and she had never been able to see or forget the dust.

"Forget the Dust......

"Forget the Dust......

"Forget the dust......!!"

There was no response for a long time, Feng Qian was anxious, she grabbed the iron chain and climbed up, the cold iron, inch by inch slid from the palm of her hand, and it hurt a little.

"I'm here."

Feng poured a pain in his heart, there was nothing in this world that sounded better than his voice.

"If you hold on a little longer, you're almost at the end of the road."

“…… Good. ”

His voice trembled slightly, and Feng Qian knew that this might be his limit.

Feng leaned his lips tightly, kicked hard under his feet, and walked downstream along the cliff. There were a few swishing sounds, and the chains kept vibrating on the cliffs, and the sound came with some noise.

"Forget the dust, we have to be faster, the iron chain seems to be unable to stand the cold."

For a long time, there was a slight wheezing voice.

“…… I know. ”

It was getting colder and colder, and I saw that the frozen clouds in front of me were filled, the cold fog was heavy, and the ice and snow were everywhere.

Feng took every step carefully, and his body did not dare to fluctuate too much, but the iron chain was finally broken.

The two of them were like falling kites, constantly falling down, Feng leaned his heart and gritted his silver teeth, carried the last bit of internal force in the palm of his hand, and slowed down the body for a moment, and this time was enough.

She saw the gray monk's robe falling like a Bodhi leaf, and she stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly in her arms.

The two of them fell rapidly, and the eyebrows and eyes that Forget Chen had seen in her arms, the eyebrows and eyes that had been indifferent, finally changed, and it was a touch of pity.

He pursed his lips and sighed, "Pour your heart, in the end, I will be the one who has caused you." ”

Feng Qian trembled and pursed his lips, and the tears that he had endured for a long time were gurgling and flowing.

The red dust is full of dust, the past is wronged, he has been on the run, but forget the dust, do you know? When you meet my phoenix, you can't escape, because I won't let go, even if I die, I won't.