In late autumn, Du Huan returned to Muluo Town. A clean cloth robe, a man who was suddenly speechless.

People in Muluo Town said that Du Gongzi had changed. In the past, he was idle, a gentleman, and then he was crazy, and when he went out, there was no news, everyone thought that he had died in this troubled world in Shushan, who knew that this time when he came back, not only was he well, but his expression was more stable than before.

Every day, former friends come to ask Du Huan, where has he been in the past two years? Du Huan said, Chengdu Mansion.

Yesterday, you told Blacksmith Zhang that you went to Yuzhou Mansion.

Since you know that I went to Yuzhou Mansion, you still ask. Du Huan said.

What are you going to do?

Travel and learn more. Du Huan said.

What insights have you gained?

Yuzhou Mansion is so big. Du Huan said.

That's it.

That's it.

We thought you were really looking for your lady, what kind of anvil is that?" the person who asked laughed.

At that time, I was confused. Don't mention it now. Du Huan also smiled faintly.

The person who asked left, the aunt looked at Du Huan, her eyes were full of smiles, and she turned around and whispered to Du Zhongping, God is pitiful, this child has finally forgotten the demon girl. Du Huan's sister also came back to visit Du Huan, and her sister only said to Du Huan, you ran away from home, but you are free, you can know how many nightmares the family has had in the past two years. Du Huan looked at his uncle in the courtyard, who had aged a lot in the past two years. This time Du Huan came back suddenly, the uncle was just happy, and he didn't scold him anymore, the uncle said, it's good to come back, it's good, it's good to be a good person.

Du Huan's heartlessness is better, and he can no longer hear him mention Lin Xiaoan. The uncle and aunt were very pleased, they all thought that it was just a young and confused dream of Du Huan, and the dream was not long-lasting.

Du Huan woke up one night and heard the familiar sound of Lin Xiaoan's movement outside the window, so he hurriedly pushed open the window, and sure enough, he saw Lin Xiaoan's standing in the bamboo shadow in the yard. A place of moonlight dragged on the ground like her white dress and white dress. Du Huan knew that he was still in a dream, but he was just looking at Lin Xiaoan's back with infinite melancholy. The most feared thing is to be awake in a dream, awake but in a dream.

Lin Xiaoanli has always only been intoxicated with the blood of the rivers and lakes, and Muluo Town is just a passing place for him to talk about the blood. She'll never come again. Du Huan got out of bed in his clothes, pushed open the window in the dream, and saw that outside the window was a desert, the wind and sand were boundless, and an ancient city was gradually buried by the wind and sand, and above the ancient city, the mirage rose faintly, and the moon of Shushan Mountain in the mirage hung high in other people's dreams.

Sure enough, it is in a dream, how many layers are there in this dream? When can I really wake up, Du Huan thought, maybe those who think they are awake, why are they not in a dream? When Du Huan was eating in the morning, when he looked at his uncle and aunt, he was still thinking, is this a dream? Maybe now it is just a dream in the Wuji sky? Thinking about it like this, Du Huan felt that he and Lin Xiaoanan were really still floating in the Wuji Sky and floating in the great void of time and space. Or, the encounter between himself and Lin Xiaoanqin in Wujitian was a dream, and when he woke up from this dream, he and Lin Xiaoanli were actually still talking in the cave room that night.

When thinking about it like this, Du Huan knew that his mind was a little unconscious again, and Du Huan knew that he was no longer young, and he couldn't let his uncle and aunt worry anymore. So in the dream, Du Huan also suppressed himself not to call out Lin Xiaoan's name, and not to let his aunt and uncle hear it. This person is a person of another heaven, just like the difference between the infinite heaven and this finite heaven, I can only forget her, and don't even dream of her.

Really, Lin Xiaoan, like Wujitian, only lives in hearsay rumors.

Huaixi Stone Bridge, the place where idlers and busy people in Muluo Town meet at dusk. After the daily livelihood work, everyone is here to exchange all kinds of rumors and anecdotes heard throughout the day, and those who come back from Muluo Town must come to this stone bridge to show off what they have seen and heard. From which pig's pig gave birth to six cubs to the bizarre murder case in Chengdu Mansion, from ramie tax to Zhuxi Temple and sent messengers to Xishu Mountain, there are always people who talk about it, and there are always people who will listen. As for the truth and falsehood, the person who said it and the listener laughed at it, and the chatter at dusk was a true and false microcosm of Shushan in the hearts of the people of Muluo Town. Du Huan is here every day, through these rumors of the rivers and lakes, you can see the back of Lin Xiaoan's anvil floating in the rivers and lakes, but it seems to be as if the fragrance of acacia flowers is there.

The fragrance of acacia flowers is most like the shadow of the clouds in the stream, which is unattainable and unpredictable. In fact, Du Huan thinks that the fragrance of this acacia flower is just a metaphor for Lin Xiaoanvil, and the evening breeze is full of its light fragrance, which is her news, but there is no trace of it, and I don't know what she thinks.

Naturally, the people of Yiqiao were all talking about Lin Xiaoan's news and Tang Sangongzi.

Since Lin Xiaoan's mysterious reappearance of the rivers and lakes, it has become a center of conversation between the rivers and lakes and the grasslands.

The last time he came to the stone bridge to set the dragon gate array, Lin Xiaoan, when he went out of Dongshu Mountain, it was the well-informed Zhou Da shopkeeper who was the first to bring this important news to Muluo Town, which is far away from the rivers and lakes of Shushan.

However, in the past six months, the shopkeeper of Zhou Da has often come to this Huaixi Stone Bridge. Because of the earth-shattering rumors of the rivers and lakes, one after another.

Lin Xiaoanli and Tang Sangongzi combined their swords and broke the Wanjing Tower in Xishu Mountain. I've been talking about this for three months, and everyone never gets tired of listening to it. I also want the shopkeeper of Zhou to speak again, and the shopkeeper of Zhou Da tried his best to hide his pride with pretended impatience and said, I am not a storyteller, and I speak that old saying every day. Can't get tired of listening to it?

That's good. Everyone said.

It's really good, not to mention good, in Du Huan's ears, because Lin Xiaoanzu is the protagonist of the story, it is more thrilling and worrying. When Du Huan listened to Lin Xiaoan's story of the rivers and lakes, he always felt that he was still by her side, like when he was in the Savage Valley, he was in the same boat with her, and when he heard that the owner of the Ten Thousand Mirrors Mansion used the phantom of the bronze mirror on the first floor to use the Ten Thousand Shadows Phantom Sword, Du Huan wanted to remind Lin Xiaoanvil in the story that the old demon of Ten Thousand Mirrors she was going to kill was actually just a puppet. However, Lin Xiaoanzu is in the story, Du Huan is outside her story, and the people in the story can't hear the people outside the story.

That day, Tang Xiaoqi, who came back from selling ash from Bodhisattva Mountain, said at the head of the stone bridge, that the owner of the Wanjing Building was actually the descendant of Zhang Siniang of Xishu Mountain one hundred and seventy years ago, when Zhang Siniang was ten times more beautiful than today's Lin Xiaoan, after being disfigured by the enemy, his face was hideous, and he no longer looked at the mirror, who knew that in his later years, he lived in a Wanjing building with nine thousand bronze mirrors, looking at his ubiquitous horror in the mirror face every day, recalling the appearance of the glamorous at that time, and finally saw through the void of the skin, realized the truth of the swordsmanship, the reality of the skin, not in the mirror, the void of the swordsmanship, but like a mirror image。 Between the virtual and the real, the swordsmanship of the virtual and the real with the cooperation of people and mirrors has been created.

Everyone who listened to it asked, what kind of swordsmanship is this? Tang Xiaoqi couldn't say clearly.

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