Life and death are vast, without thinking, and unforgettable.

After dodging the surging lore for two days, the absolute shadow finally rushed to the place where Xia Fuselage died, scarred, scratched at the corners of his eyes, and bleeding continuously, dyeing the barren scenery in his sight red, like fire.

Thump!

Jueying clenched the blood-stained purple silk in his hand, his hand bones appeared, and he knelt on the ground, looking at Xia Ji, who was heroic in the past, now with a pale and colorless face, he couldn't help but feel pain, and cried loudly, but he couldn't hear any sound.

Silently, tears flowed down her cheeks, rolling down until they were soaked in the earth, as if to vent her inner emotions.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Xia Ji floated in the air, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, with a strange face, people really have souls in the world after death.

The rustling cold wind rolled up, and it wasn't until he saw the shadow coming, that he suddenly realized that the two of them were separated by yin and yang.

Jueying was like a lonely beast screaming at this time, and the whimpering in her heart kept reaching Xia Ji's mind, she couldn't help but lean down, wanting to touch him like she did when she was a child, but she didn't expect to turn her fingers into his body.

Xia Ji was stunned for a while, he was already a soul body, and it was impossible to touch the living again.

There was a low sound of music in my ears, the tone was simple, not as light and active as before, the cycle went on and on, like a lone wolf chirping, like a wild goose with folded wings, like an ancient city blown by the wind...... With endless desolation and loneliness, like a drizzle of ice, it slowly falls, as if people have come to the empty grasslands and deserts.

Xia Ji looked at the shadow below in the air, and the feelings in the flute soaked into his heart little by little.

At this time, Jueying finally stopped his tears, put away the piccolo, trembled his hands, and carefully wiped Xia Ji's blood-stained cheeks with the white sleeves inside, and gently hugged Xia Ji by the waist as if he was treating a treasure: "Let's go, let's go home." ”

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

A hot tear vented from the corner of his eye, dripping heavily on Xia Ji's pale face, and Jueying resolutely turned around and picked up the pale and weak Xia Ji.

This was the first time that he hugged his master unscrupulously, and Jueying clenched his left hand and walked away.

The soul body above Xia Ji touched her cheek incredibly, and she could feel the heat contained in her tears, and her heart suddenly became heavy, she was afraid that Jueying would do something stupid.

But she couldn't stop it, and she kept up.

The sun suddenly swept into a strong wind, the woods were shady, the sound was up and down, the dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the heavy rain poured in.

Yun Niang sat uneasily in the guest room arranged in the past, still holding the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, looking up at the sky, and muttering: "The sky is about to change." ”

Suddenly, his hand trembled, and the Qingfeng Sword Weng roared and fell straight to the ground.

A burst of red light escaped in an instant, and the Qingfeng Sword turned into a burst of brilliance, and the front was cold.

Syllable!

Yun Niang looked at it in horror.

The door was kicked open, and the scarred rain strode forward like a rakshasa in the shadow, and when he saw Weng Ming's Qingfeng sword on the ground, he was angry and picked it up like a treasure, and he didn't look back: "Thank you, the master is dead, the Qingfeng sword is still a peerless keeping, Xia Mansion will be sealed, let's run for your life quickly." ”

When Yun Niang heard that General Xia was dead, her eyes suddenly darkened.

Suddenly, I felt that something was stuffed in my arms, and when I looked down, it was a bag of gold and silver printed with the words Xia Fu, and when I looked up again, the person was nowhere to be seen.

Looking at this silver money, it seems to be the moon of this shadow, and he doesn't even want this money to live in peace, Yun Niang can imagine what he is going to do, his heart is beating for a while, his eyes are full of tears, and he grabs the door again and again.

The fluttering Xia Ji didn't expect that he was actually sucked into the Qingfeng Sword, the heavy rain drenched the sword body, the cold edges trembled, and he was held in his arms by the Jueying, the warm feeling, and the calm heartbeat were clearly visible.

The absolute shadow was attached to the cold blade of the Qingfeng Sword, his face was scarred, and his dark and deep eyes were squinted lazily and contentedly at this time, and his eyes flashed with pleasure: "Subordinate, no!" The Xia Mansion has been destroyed, the country will not be a country, and it is finally 'you and me'. ”

He continued to stick to the Qingfeng Sword and said, "I...... It feels like you. He let go of Qingfeng Sword Boy and looked at it carefully, "Really?" ”

Ignoring the beating of the heavy rain around him, his burning eyes were firmly fixed on the sword.

Xia Ji looked embarrassed in the Qingfeng Sword, feeling the almost substantial gaze of the Absolute Shadow, he nodded helplessly, and the sword body roared.

The faint light under the eyes flickered, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth was slightly upturned, forming a misty smile, vividly interpreting what it means to 'die without regrets'.

Xia Ji pursed his lips slightly in the sword body, and his heart was still very heavy.

Jueying tucked the Qingfeng Sword into his arms and walked away slowly in the rain.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short hill.

She saw that Jueying had built a thatched house in front of her grave, and after recovering from her injuries, she practiced swords day and night, which was more bitter and tiring than before, but as soon as he saw the Qingfeng Sword, he was full of strength.

Every few days, he would come to the grave to drink, laughing as if he was fine.

At night, he slept with himself in the Qingfeng sword again.

She knew that everything was not as simple as it seemed, and the night before the storm was always calm, and she was faintly uneasy.

The clouds of the river are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

The common people in the capital did not know that the divine general they had been thinking about had long since faded and crushed into the dust—until the Western Turkic army attacked.

She knew that His Majesty had finally gotten his wish.

But the one above has never been on the battlefield, has never been to the battlefield, and does not know the bloody and cruel facts that the real war has to face, everything is not as simple as he imagined, annexation...... It's not that easy.

It is still unknown who killed the deer.

"Kill! Come on! ”

Swords, guns, swords, shadows, shadows, until the Western Turks broke through several cities in a row, the one above panicked, and hurriedly sent his trusted deputy general Huang, no, now it should be Huang Dashuai, to go to the battlefield.

The people were talking, speculating about how General Xia, who had married him, would choose in the face of the war.

She is also glad that she doesn't have to choose, even if she wants to choose, she is now powerless.

Who would have thought that the famous general in the past would be in the sword?

The drums of war beat and shook the sky. The sword shadow is chaotic, and people's hearts are palpitating.

Marshal Huang, who was 'loyal to the liver and courage', finally threw away his head and died on the battlefield where his father had stayed, and the two brothers could finally talk well, Xia Ji thought to himself.

At this time, the common people panicked, why didn't General Xia show up even if he got married, she ...... Where did it go?

The battle reports were frequently sent to the capital like snow, and the emperor of the Great Cloud Kingdom became pale, as if the snow was worse.

The ministers and the people gradually saw the clues, and the chapters were delivered up one by one, and the body of that person also collapsed day by day, and rumors suddenly spread in the capital.

"General Xia was already dead on the day he got married!"

"What! No way! ”

"How is it impossible, the news of her death was known to the Western Turks before they started the war, otherwise you think the Western Turks would rashly send troops there?"

"How did you die?"

"Where do you know the methods of the superiors?"

Everyone was stunned, tears rained down, and they regretted it.

Forced to ask yourself, why didn't you rush to the crown with a sword in anger, and asked the emperor why he accepted General Xia's military power?

If you were given another chance, why didn't you stop the edict of marriage and gather a crowd to crusade?

It's a pity that there was no beginning, no if.