The moonlight is cold, and the frost lingers for ten miles. The wind blew quietly, the green leaves on the branches swayed, and finally fell, and the water rippled in layers, rippling into the distance, and then, falling silent.

The cornices are slightly warped, and the weeping man is swaying lightly. In the small pavilion, the woman stood quietly, the purple hem of her clothes fluttered gently, the wide clothes revealed a pair of clear and slender hands, the ten fingers were green, and the white jade flute seemed to be full of light. The sound of the flute whimpered, with a little unknown emotion in it, and it was full of pain.

On the case, there is a sword, a purple scabbard, engraved with ancient and complicated runes, under the moon, there is a streamer diffusing in, and it flows out thinly.

"Palace Master"

The black figure fell silently, and the sound of the flute stopped. The woman turned around, rubbed the jade flute in her hand, and her thin lips rose slightly: "How?" ”

"Everything is ready" was indifferent, but respectful.

When the woman heard this, the corners of her mouth hooked a cool and thin arc, the tear mole under her right eye was high and dangerous, and her voice was cold, "Leave in three days." ”

"Yes"

The wind flowed silently, and outside the curtain, there was no human figure. The woman sat down, put away the jade flute, stroked the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out slightly, the blade reflected a cold light, and fell into the woman's eyes, lonely and indifferent.

***

Under the flowering tree, the lilac petals are fluttering one after another, the man in ink sits quietly under the tree and strokes the piano, the sound of the piano is loud, as clear as a pearl, the breeze raises his half-bundled black hair, and the slender hand bones are distinct. The man's eyes were closed, and his thin eyelashes cast a faint shadow, as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.

A snow-white fox approached, tilted its head, and finally jumped up to the tree, and lay down tiredly, its furry tail like a warm cloud, covering a patch.

***

At the edge of the pool, a sword qi slashed at the ground, splashing in all directions. The man in white stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, the dark blue blade was oozing with coldness, and the ancient runes were flowing quietly, revealing mystery. The black hair hung down properly, and the hair on the forehead covered half of the black eyes, and there was a sharp light in them, like stars.

After the man was silent for a moment, he drew his sword again, and a sharper sword aura came from the pool.

***

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