Wuling Mountain, dusk and dark room.

The gray-haired old man sat cross-legged in front of the table, and after gently rubbing the tip of the needle on his hair a few times, he squinted and threaded the needle and thread through the fabric in his hand.

"Smack!" An oil lamp on the table beside the old man sparked, and the steel needle in his hand broke in two in an instant, one pierced into the abdomen of his left finger, and the other was firmly held in his fingertips.

The old man was stunned, and suddenly squinted to see the three simple and unadorned ever-bright lamps on the table.

This lamp is called the lamp of longevity, just because many years ago a childish child once said: My life is up to me, why do you want to put your life on an oil lamp?

At that time, the old man didn't explain much when he heard this, and only changed the three lamps to everlasting lights.

The gray-haired old man looked at the ever-bright lamp on the table, the light gradually brightened, but the remaining two were moving in this secret room without wind, and he twisted half of the steel needle with his rough fingertips, and muttered: "The dust is confusing, and the worry is instantaneous, but it is not a fool." ”

I don't know how long it took, until he had sewn the woman's dress in his hand, he got up and took out a white silk cloth of fine quality from a wooden box.

Next to the clothes, there is also a yellowed picture scroll and an ancient sword scabbard.

The old man looked at the woman's eyebrows and eyes on the picture scroll, and felt that everything was like yesterday.

At that time, the childish young boy stubbornly stood on the table, staring at him, and there was no respect in his tone, "Heroes are all dressed in white, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, you are so down-and-out, and you have no sword in your hand, you are not a hero." ”

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The torrential rain was like an iron whip, whipping Xi Jiangyue's body.

The tears and rain that flowed down her pale cheeks were long gone.

Xi Jiangyue knelt on the cold hard stone next to the cold pool, and held the bloody fingerprints with both hands, trying to block the pouring rain.

"No!"

"Don't ...... Don't go down any further! ”

"Don't ......"

Everything was in vain, and Xijiangyue watched as the rain washed away the last bit of blood, as if it had never existed.

Her mother died for no reason, her father would rather break his tongue than tell the secret, the enemy she couldn't ask for in the past seven years, and the boy who was afraid that he couldn't dig out his heart and lungs...... Today, he died to save himself, and there were thousands of colic pains in his heart, which exploded in Xi Jiangyue's heart at this moment.

"Ahhh......h

In the rain curtain, a water moon robe gradually approached, and the pouring rain column had already slanted in the direction before it was half a foot close to his body.

The pale water and moon-colored boots stepped on the muddy and rainy road, but they were not stained with the slightest filth.

The young man leaned over and shielded the girl in front of him from the storm.

Xi Jiangyue raised her head slowly, the rain blurred her vision, and after a long time, she raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

In a trance, Xi Jiangyue was a little distracted, only to see the graceful man's wide sleeves move slightly, and her whole person was groggy and lost her center of gravity.

At this moment, Xijiang Yue had the strength to deal with the man next to her, but she didn't know why she was willing to be at the mercy of others.

The man held the girl in his arms and jumped into a carriage dozens of feet away.

He put his palm on the slender back of the girl in his arms, and saw that the woman's light gauze dress that was originally close to his body slowly dried, and a trace of life slowly appeared on her sickly pale cheeks.

Su Musha's slender fingertips gently swept over the cold eyebrows of the girl in his arms, over and over again.

The eagles and falcons in the sky roared, and a team of flying horses came through the rain, and the horses' hooves splashed muddy water.

Su Musha reluctantly withdrew his hand, and the unclear emotion in his eyes was removed, but he suddenly changed his mind, "Go back to the other courtyard." ”

"Yes." When the coachman heard this, he turned the carriage that was supposed to be heading for the general's Xifu.

Xijiangyue woke up again, it was already a thin day, and the showers on the horizon would stop.

The eyebrows of the girl Moyu Qingquan swept over the green shadow gauze tent on the side, looked at the decoration in the room, and finally landed on the half-person-high incense burner outside the tent.

I saw that the incense burner had a strange shape and was particularly delicate - relying on Cangshan Mountain, wisps of incense smoke flowing down like a waterfall in the hollow on the top of the mountain; At the foot of the mountain, a woman carved from white jade sits barefoot on a big tree at the bottom of the cliff, holding a stone with an ordinary shape; The smoke that had been left behind fell on the stones, and then slipped from the woman into the pool of water beneath her feet.

When ordinary incense candles and spices are burned, they are all green smoke, graceful and graceful, and I don't want the sandalwood in front of me to be contemplative.

Next to the incense burner, a man with half a bundle of black hair stood with his back to the bed.

Xi Jiangyue's thoughts were instantly clear, and when she raised her hand to pull the wrist mechanism, she found that she had all been changed into new clothes.

As if sensing the movement behind him, the man with a long figure turned to look at the bed, a pair of deep eyes seemed to carry a garden of spring, and he looked at the girl with cold eyebrows.

What he was holding in his hand was a pair of embroidered shoes that should have been worn on Xijiangyue's feet, but they were bigger than ordinary women's.

The women of the Gaomen clan have been clothed and fed since childhood, and they rarely show their heads, so their feet are not as wide as those of the poor women who need to work day and day in the countryside.

But Xijiangyue has been on Wuling Mountain since she was a child, and Tsuru saw that except for the revenge of practicing martial arts, everything was according to her heart, so she would not use a pair of small shoes to bind her feet just because she looked good in the eyes of outsiders.

This made Xi Jiangyue's feet slightly bigger than ordinary family ladies, and because of her recent travels to various countries, there was an extra layer of calluses on her feet.

"Although the lady's shoes and socks are wet, the jade feet have stepped on the husband's heart." Su Musha, who was already "dead" in the broken temple, looked at the woman with a clear face in front of him, his face became more and more charming, he looked at Xijiangyue's gloomy face, and smiled flatteringly.

Xijiang Yue had a sneer on her cold face, and her slender five fingers had already grabbed the brocade quilt on her body and threw it towards the man outside the Qingying tent.

Su Mu covered the corners of his lips with a smile, lifted the curtain and entered the tent, raised his hand to quickly press the volley brocade back to the bed, and also pressed the rest of Xi Jiangyue's hands together, "Madame has just been drenched in the rain, don't catch a cold again." ”

Xi Jiangyue's left leg swept and kicked at the neck of the Meng Lang man in front of him, he wanted to raise his elbow to block, Xi Jiangyue took advantage of this gap to get up suddenly, and slapped the internal force gathered in the palm of his hand to the other party's heart.

Su Musha's raised elbow flipped like a snake, grabbed Xi Jiangyue's arm, and suddenly encircled her in his arms along with the brocade quilt.

The movements of the two are extremely ambiguous, and it is easy to evoke reverie.

"Madame has injuries on her body, don't be so anxious." The hearty voice like gurgling water sounded slowly, and the breath in his mouth brushed the sideburns of Xijiangyue's ears, like teasing, and even with three points of true and false shyness, like a girl next door, she smiled, half-buried her face in Xijiangyue's neck, and whispered: "For the husband, I am not ready yet......"