The four women disguised Du Huan, passed through the secret cave of Mirage Mountain, and crossed the miasma river, which was a shortcut for the Yunshan Sect to transmit news, and within two days, they arrived at a cloud mountain. Du Huan saw the clouds in the clouds, it was difficult to distinguish between the west and the east, the peak on the peak, and the Xuan Miao went straight up. sighed: Come to Yunshan and know that Shu Mountain is small.

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Moonlight.

When Du Huan and the four women walked into a cloud palace, it was like a dream. The cloud palace is cold and silent, spanning the twin peaks, beyond the jade window, in the moonrise clouds. Cloud Palace or Moon Palace, in a dream or outside a dream, in the past life or in this life? Du Huan couldn't tell for a while, and he couldn't tell the way.

"What about Miss Lin?" Du Huan asked in a low voice, he didn't dare to speak loudly, he was really a little afraid of the meaning of the heavens.

"It's in this prison, go find it yourself. The four women smiled and left, leaving Du Huan in the empty cloud palace.

"Heavenly prison, there is such a magnificent prison cell in the world, could it be a place for immortals?" Du Huan muttered to himself, and walked towards the depths of the cloud palace. The corridor is wrapped, the dense house is curved, and the pepper fragrance is fragrant, it is a delicate dream, but what about Lin Xiaoan, Du Huan and Lin Xiaoan's rivers and lakes have been bloody and bloody for several years, and there are many puzzles, but they have not entered such a beautiful puzzle, but Du Huan feels more and more lonely.

Du Huan was anxious, and first whispered, "Miss Lin." Then it got louder.

Suddenly, Du Huan heard the sound of the piano like silk, slowly floating in the cold moonlight of the Cloud Palace, and after the sound of the piano, there were a few songs:

The moonset painting building, the dark flower Shushan Road. The chaotic clouds are like water, and the anvil is crossed. Chivalrous clothes, dyed rivers and lakes drunk, a total of that person's fragrance, this person's tears, and crossed the river without care. On the way to life, this situation is difficult to tell.

Looking back on the old tour, there is no repetition in Shushan in the previous life. The moon is white in the middle of the night, the lonely village is a humble house, but it has been illuminated, where the rain fell that year, but the dark flowers have bloomed, and the person is lonely.

The singing voice was as soft as a ribbon, pulling Du Huan to walk stupidly, in a house, Lin Xiaoanli was dressed in white, sitting on a stone couch, there was no lamp, just a round of moon, and Lin Xiaoan's face, reflected through the window, so close.

Du Huan felt that he had gone to the deepest part of his dream.

In dreams, people speak, sometimes without a voice. That's it now, Du Huan felt that he had said something, but he didn't hear it, or he just opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, in fact, there is no need to speak at all now, such rivers and lakes, such a reunion of life and death, only silence can make this good time stay forever on this moonlit night.

Lin Xiaoanan stretched out his hand, pulled Du Huan, and sat beside him. Du Huan held Lin Xiaoan's hand, and the time of the rivers and lakes for several years slowly faded in his memory.

Lin Xiaoan's anvil suddenly chuckled, "Why don't you speak?"

Du Huan said: "It's good to sit with you, I don't want to say anything." ”

Well, then look at the moon, look at the clouds. Lin Xiaoanli pulled Du Huan to the window, and the two looked at the night fog under the cloud palace through the window, Du Huan had a lot to ask Lin Xiaoan, and many lovesick pains to confide, but at this time, I only felt that those old things in the rivers and lakes, the lovesickness in the past were far away. Because Lin Xiaoanvil is around. When Du Huan said this, Lin Xiaoanhui snuggled in Du Huan's arms and said, Me too.

Lin Xiaoanan said, those old things in the rivers and lakes, talk about them slowly in the future, do you know, what do I want to say to you the most?

Du Huan smiled: "Nonsense. ”

Lin Xiaoanli looked at the night, "I want to talk to you the most, without a word of gossip." Gossip with you, the rivers and lakes have such a good moonlight tonight. ”

The two of them talked idly in this way, speaking of the morning light and the slight dew, a gust of wind blew in the mountains, and the night fog was gradually swept away by the mountain wind. Lin Xiaoanli pointed to the cloud palace, you see.

Du Huan watched for a long time, saw the clouds and mist disperse, and saw a lake.

It's like a fairyland. Du Huan exclaimed.

You look at the lake again. See?

Du Huan only saw the deep blue water.

When the first rays of sunlight hit the lake, Du Huan suddenly saw the shadow of a huge shipwreck in the lake. Like the soul of a ship, a strange and absurd scene, like a lie told by this lake.

"Miss Lin, that dream of yours?" Du Huan said in surprise.

"It's a dream from both of our previous lives. Lin Xiaoanan hugged Du Huan tightly and threw a tattered piece of cloth into the morning breeze, "If the weather is good, at dusk, if you are lucky, the mountain fog will dissipate, and then look at the giant ship in the lake, it will be like a dream." ”

"What did you throw away?" Du Huan reached out to grab the tattered piece of cloth swirling in the wind outside the window.

Lin Xiaoanli pursed her lips and smiled, "I originally wanted to show you, forget it, you don't have to look at it, it's also something in a dream." ”

Du Huan watched the piece of cloth get smaller and smaller, and slowly floated towards the lake. A fragment of a dream is re-sewn back into the dream from which it came.

"Miss Lin, you say, is this shipwreck real or not? Is it an illusion? Who could build such a huge ship? What happened here?"

"Du Gongzi, is your shadow real or false?"

Du Huan nodded, "Yes, this shipwreck is a shadow of an old thing." ”

It's more like a metaphor for this Jianghu. Lin Xiaoanan said, "Shushan Jianghu is this sinking giant ship." ”

Du Huan thought about Lin Xiaoan's words, and suddenly said: "I know, Xiaoan, why aren't you afraid of corpse poison, because you are a person from this dream••••••"

"Do you remember the last door in the Infinite Heaven?" asked Lin Xiaoan.

Du Huan thought about it for a long time and was about to say.

Lin Xiaoan's mouth was hurriedly covered, "Don't say it, some things are empty as soon as you say them, and now there is one of the most important things••••••"

"What's the matter?"

"I'm hungry. ”

Du Huan jumped up and shouted, "Is there anything to eat in the prison?"

"Absolutely. ”

The two looked at each other and laughed, and after all the hardships, they could eat together again.

(End of book)

Thank you for the few readers who are with us.

The book is very loose and the pace drags. It's all about personal preference. Where the interest goes, the pen goes. Now I'm ready to write a novel that can be read online or on my phone. It is scheduled to be posted on the Internet in February 2016, but it is not yet possible to confirm the website of the first launch. For the record, goodbye.