In the endless waiting and hopeless war, Luo Wusheng was tired. The city guards left for her by Yeqing could allow her to defend to the end, but seeing the incomplete city walls and displaced people, the tight strings in Luo Wusheng's heart broke, and she wanted to give up and end this minute in her own way.

Luo Wusheng kept blaming himself in self-blame, why he had experienced so much, and he was as vulnerable as a little girl who had just left school after graduating from college, and her psychology was so fragile. Luo Wusheng, who was the authority, couldn't find an answer, so she chose to give up in addition to blaming.

Luo Wusheng drew his eyebrows, reflected his red lips, combed his hair with a wooden comb, patted the dust off his clothes, and tidied up his clothes.

The sun has completely risen from the east, and its appearance is extremely happy, otherwise the earth would not be hot and dry, and the blue sky will also be illuminated by it.

Luo Wusheng stood on the city wall, admiring all things that were clearly in contrast to the hazy scenery that had just awakened, everything was so lovely, so vibrant, she wanted to wander in this vitality forever.

It took Luo Wusheng a lot of effort to climb to the top of the city wall, but he only climbed a little higher, and his vision would be so different, Luo Wusheng looked at everything under his feet, and everything became small. She saw sentries running around outside the city walls, presumably because she saw her figure and thought she was crazy.

Luo Wusheng silently counted the hours in his heart: Those who wanted to come and leave were gone, and I was the only one left.

Not far from the city wall, there was the figure of the fifth ink monk Wushang, one of them loved white, the other loved red, looking at the clothes Luo Wusheng knew that it was them, they sat down and galloped, Luo Wusheng thought, they must have come to witness the victory. In this victory, her affection for the two of them ended here.

Luo Wusheng's mind remembered Jin Lan's last stubborn appearance, "However, the master wants me to stay by your side, this is an order." ”

Luo Wusheng also used orders to finally make Jinlan compromise, she still remembered Jinlan's last sentence, "Please Madame, please wait for me to come back." ”

Luo Wusheng felt all kinds of breaths rushing towards her, some uneasy, some happy, some disappointed, some hopeful, and some that she could not describe. The last thing that remained in her memory was the last sentence of Ye Qingjue, "No matter what happens, take care of yourself." ”

How much Luo Wusheng wanted to say to Ye Qingjue: Even if you leave me more, I can't take care of myself, you overestimate me, and I overestimate myself.

Above the hustle and bustle of the world, Luo Wusheng's steps stepped forward lightly, like the relief she had gained from the night she fled from Feng Qingguan.

In a vague way, Luo Wusheng saw Ye Qingjue and saw the ghost-faced ancient jade, and Luo Wusheng's voice murmured, "I'm sorry, I can't wait for you." ”

In the blurred sight of tears, Luo Wusheng saw the Fifth Mo Monk Wushang, and she smiled and said, "I wish to see each other again." ”

In the extreme speed of the wind, Luo Wusheng saw a lot, including the previous step by step to the current self, she asked herself the last question: Is it really impossible to persevere?

At the moment when Luo Wusheng jumped off the city wall, the Fifth Mo Monk Wushang froze in place in fright, not moving.

At the moment when Luo Wusheng jumped off the city wall, Jin Lan followed behind Ye Qingjue, and the joy on his face turned into sorrow.

At the moment when Luo Wusheng jumped off the city wall, Ye Qingjue, who was tightly bandaged, fainted to the ground in an instant, he experienced nine deaths just to see her: Why? Why?!

At the moment when Luo Wusheng jumped off the city wall, the clear sky suddenly became cloudy, the wind was fierce, and the torrential rain was falling, as if even God was sympathizing with this poor man from another time and space.

It rained for a whole day and a night, and the people who were looking for Luo Wusheng in the torrential rain found nothing but a red coat.

Some people say that Luo Wusheng is an immortal who secretly descended from the Nine Heavens, and he had to go through a catastrophe to ascend, and the three cities of ink, glass, and death were the places where Luo Wusheng went through the tribulation.

Gradually, Luo Wusheng is Hua Wuliu's matter was also turned over. People sighed, no wonder the flower girl's song should only be sung in the sky, and people heard it a few times.

Shang Wushang withdrew on the night when Luo Wusheng jumped off the city wall, and Fifth Mo insisted until the next day and also retreated.

The dispute between the three cities came to an abrupt end because of Luo Wusheng's departure, there was no negotiation and compromise, there was no agreement, there was no war between the three cities, peace was caused by tacit understanding, and it was also an explanation to Luo Wusheng.

Ye Qingjue struggled on the line of life and death, and it was strange that he shouted 'Luo Wusheng' again and again, so that Ye Qingjue was pulled back from the ghost gate.

The first thing Yeqing did after waking up was to ask Luo Wusheng's whereabouts, "Where is Wusheng?"

In front of Ye Qingjue were familiar faces, but there was no Luo Wusheng. Ye Qingjue looked at everyone bowing their heads and was silent, and naturally remembered the dream he had experienced, "Wusheng, did you really jump?"

The answer to the night was the breathless breathing of his subordinates, and the silence of the air that could be heard.

Ye Qingjue felt that his eyelids were very heavy, so heavy that he was unwilling to spend any more effort to open them again in his life.

The wish is good, but Licheng needs him. After lying in bed as a living dead for seven days, Ye Qingjie was finally willing to get up and be a living man.

Now Ye Qing rarely goes to the main city tower anymore, and there is Luo Wusheng's shadow everywhere. It's not that I don't want to think of Wusheng, but the shadows there are all Wusheng's sadness and determination.

Ye Qingjue never married again, he didn't even listen to the music, and no one could sing the feeling of Wusheng.

Scholar Pavilion, Ye Qingjue occasionally goes, but it has become an empty house, in the empty room, in addition to the ghost-faced ancient jade in the impression, Ye Qingjue thinks of Luo Wusheng the most, at that time she was very arrogant and naughty, not even a small jasper, let alone everyone's beauty, but I don't know why, Ye Qingjue seems to be used to the existence of a woman like Luo Wusheng, and always feels that she is lacking in her life.

Ghost-faced Guyu, this name that has not been remembered by Ye Qingjue for a long time, there are many rumors about the disappearance of Ghost-faced Guyu, but Ye Qingjue chooses not to believe it, after all, he has not done anything harmful. In order to avoid provoking Wusheng's memories, Ye Qingjue did not mention this person in front of Luo Wusheng when Ghost Face Guyu was a child.

Ye Qingjue was thinking, as Wusheng's master, if he knew Wusheng's final choice, what would he say, what would he do... Ye Qingjue felt that he needed a reference, which Ghost-faced Gu Yu could give, but he was long gone.

Time is the best medicine, but also the most useless quack, it can anesthetize you only a trace of faith in trying to live.