The days are very short in the Daisetsuzan area, and the nights come quickly. The moon is faint, but the bright stars shine brightly, like a lighthouse in the vast dark night, bringing people a sense of reassurance.

At the foot of the mountain, thousands of Mumen disciples sat around a huge formation. The power of the sages of all colors shone brightly, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, just like a rainbow. Countless chills reluctantly left the place where they had lived for generations, scattering in all directions, blowing in every direction.

In the dead of night, the snowy mountains were also quiet. In the Xuanbing palace complex that was dedicated to the disciples of the Mumen, an ordinary palace, it was brightly lit at the moment.

Most of the rooms of the disciples of the wooden door are simply decorated and have a simple layout. But in this ice palace, there is a different scene. Two huge crystal lamps emit a bright glow that illuminates the entire room. On the wall next to the door hung a sword and a suit of pure white armor. A large snow-white bed occupies about one-third of the area, with a blue curtain and white curtains, exuding a faint fragrance. This bed is not a mundane object, but is made of millions of years of ice chalcedony, which can improve physical fitness, calm the nerves, and be invaluable. And on this priceless bed, a graceful body is lying on it.

"The wilderness is vast, and the heart is longing. Long South Mountain, God for it. Send Jun Menglan, the love is long. I only wish to be by my side forever in this life. The soft sound of reading recalls that in the Ice Palace, Hai Xue couldn't help but read a book of poems in her hand, and her thoughts drifted far away.

Right now, the poem Hai Xue is reading is written by Lu Huanyuan, a famous merry genius in the history of Tianyun Continent, called "Broken Dreams". This word was Lu Huanyuan's last word, and after he finished writing, he bowed to the wooden gate and retreated to the snowy mountains. Lu Huanyuan's life is legendary, unlike ordinary literati, Lu Huanyuan is strong in martial arts, and has been an official to the general of the Great Song Hussars. To this day, there is still a statue of him in Shuilan City, the western capital of the Great Song Dynasty. Because of his contribution to the unification of the south bank of the Yun River by the Great Song Dynasty, Lu Huanyuan, who was only 23 years old, was named a hussar general by the then Great Song Emperor. It can be said that Lu Huanyuan is both civil and military, and he is a generation of famous generals. However, the fame at a young age made this big hero begin to indulge in the red dust, lingering in the rouge dust on the cloud river, showing mercy everywhere, forgetting his knotted wife. A few years later, when Lu Huanyuan returned from Yunhe, he found that his wife had already died of depression. Before his wife died, he entrusted Lu Huanyuan to take care of the clothes she sewed for him. When Lu Huanyuan saw the clothes that his wife sewed for him with his own hands, he finally shed tears of remorse, recalling the time when his wife never gave up on him. Lu Huanyuan, who was desperate, then proposed to the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty at that time to retreat to the mountains and forests, but was persuaded by the emperor to stay. It wasn't until Lu Huanyuan wrote "Broken Dream" on the spot that the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty felt sad and finally let him go.

"When I sent my wife Menglan, I was ungrateful. Flowers are not wrong, but people are wrong. I don't write words again in this life, this is my last dream. ”

"This man is hateful, but he is also pitiful. There are many negative men in this world, but how much is the prodigal son's return? In the end, it is still a sad dream after all. Hai Xue muttered to herself, closed her eyes, and recalled the bits and pieces of the past.

"Shijie, slow down, I can't catch up with you. The girl said with a cry.

"Haha, Xiaoxue, if you want to eat grilled fish, you have to outrun me today. "A boy was wielding a bucket of water, and the fish in it almost flew out.

The boy's naughtiness finally made the girl cry, and the girl sat there very unhappily, crying. Hearing the girl's cry, the boy ran a few more steps, thought about it, and walked back.

"Oh, why are you still so crying? I can't help you, forget it, I just want to amuse you. Okay, okay, it's all mine, all the fish in this bucket today are all yours, okay?" the boy saw the girl crying pear blossoms with rain, so he used his nirvana.

As soon as she heard the fish, the girl immediately stopped crying, cheered, and hurriedly ran to collect firewood. In a short time, the girl brought a large pile of firewood, while the boy was intently handling the fish, and saw the large pile of firewood by the way.

"Why are you holding such a bunch of fish?" said the boy, smirking evilly.

"Kindness is not rewarded, am I not afraid that there will be not enough firewood? You scoundrel, you always bully me. In a moment, I will definitely tell the master that she is an old man. The girl pursed her lips and said angrily.

"Xiaoxue, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please don't tell the master, or I'll be punished again." At the mention of the master, a look of fear appeared on the boy's face.

"Okay, I don't have to tell the master. But you have to bake fish for this princess, do you hear?" said the girl "viciously".

"The little one understands. The boy said with a smile, and in a few moments, a skewer of grilled fish with a rich aroma was freshly baked.

"Xiaoxue, here you go. The boy handed the girl the fragrant grilled fish.

The girl took the grilled fish and couldn't wait to take a bite, with a look of joy on her face.

"Delicious, so delicious. One more string. Before she could finish her mouth, the girl stretched out her little hand to the boy again.

"Okay, eat slowly, don't choke. Look at your slanderous face. ”

....... "good fragrant ......", in a daze, Haixue fell asleep unconsciously.

The next morning, the sea snow got up early in the morning. Putting on armor and hanging a sword, Snow White walked out of her ice palace heroically. Three days later, a new group of people needed to embark on the migration route, and now they were all concentrated outside Beihai City. Tomorrow, Hai Xue will return to Beihai City and escort them east.

With nothing to do, Hai Xue walked towards the Bamboo Forest Peak alone. Zhulin Peak is on the west side of the main peak of Daxue Mountain, and it is the only green place in Daxue Mountain. The cold bamboo on the peak of the mountain is unique to the Great Snow Mountain, and it has been standing on it since ancient times. In addition to the cold bamboo, there is also an incomparably precious Cuiyun pine on the bamboo forest peak, which is the main material for the wooden door to make armor for the Beihai army. Walking lightly, following the ancient stone steps, passing the emerald green bamboos on both sides, soon, a huge emerald cloud pine came into the eyes of Hai Xue. Haixue came under the tree, drew his sword, and swung it alone in the cold wind. The shadow of the sword is fluttering, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp, sometimes slim, sometimes reverberating. Suddenly, Hai Xue recalled the time when she used to practice swords with her senior brother. Senior Brother's flying sword was as fast as lightning, but it was silent. It's like a bright star, and like a trickle of water, immobile like a mountain, which makes people feel at ease. Because, in that flying sword, there is his love for her, eternal love.

The sword danced faster and faster, and the pink cloak turned into the only dream orchid blooming on the peak of the bamboo forest. The petals are constantly swirling, exuding an intoxicating floral fragrance.

After the dance, Hai Xue put away the sword in her hand, but looked back and was stunned. As far as the eye could see, I saw a white-clothed swordsman standing not far away, his eyes infinitely gentle.

The white-clothed swordsman had his right hand behind his back, and came to Hai Xue's side like a gust of wind. Looking at her with a smile, his right hand was slowly taken out from behind his back, and he saw a golden dream orchid sparkling in his hand.

"Cher, in this life and this life, I only love you. This dream orchid is my heart, if you don't dislike it, just accept it and let us be together forever, okay?"

Hai Xue looked at this golden dream orchid and silently put it in the palm of her hand. With his right hand, he took out a handkerchief from the purse around his waist and gently wiped the snowflakes from the tips of the white-clothed boy's hair.

"Fool, where have you been? Am I willing to do it?"

The young man in white smiled softly and said affectionately, "Really?"

"Really. Hai Xue lowered her head shyly, continued to look at the golden dream orchid, and suddenly remembered a question.

"Shijie, where did you get this golden dream orchid from, could it be ......?"

Song Shijie scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I didn't go anywhere either, but when I came back, I went to Menglan Villa in Menglan City." To put it mildly, the owner of the village refused to give it to me. In the end, I had to say that this was for Snow White, and then the miser took out several of them without saying a word, and let me choose the best one for you. ”

"By the way, you're tired. Hai Xue said with some distress.

"It's fine. Don't forget, I'm a snowy mountain flying sword. Song Shijie smirked.

Haixue smirked, and Song Shijie was a little stunned when she saw that smile. couldn't help it, Song Shijie held Hai Xue's hands and hugged the beauty in his arms.

"Xue'er, Uncle Shi said that when the war stabilizes, he will hold a big wedding for us. ”

"Hmm. Haixue replied a little sadly.

Song Shijie sensed Haixue's sadness and comforted: "Xue'er, don't worry. No matter how it ends, no matter what happens in the future, Senior Brother will always be by your side and will always protect my Xue'er. Besides, this golden dream orchid will also bless you with eternal happiness. ”

"Shijie, in this life, Xue'er just wants to dance the sword with you in this bamboo forest peak until the white head. ”

"Me too. I'm sure there will be a day. Song Shijie said with some melancholy.

The golden orchid swirls quietly in Hai Xue's hands, and the white snowflakes slowly float down from the air, some romantic, some lonely.

Childhood sweethearts have no guesses, and their hearts do not change after dancing for nine days. Like a flower, the fragrance of a dream is still the same, and the snow-capped mountain flying sword is white-headed.