When Xu Qian talked about Sister Meng, Dadi, Cheng Yiyun and Sister Buddha, I couldn't help but think of Chen Ziyue, and my heart was sad.

In particular, she mentioned the "new four little flowers", this term, doesn't it correspond to the "four little flowers" and now, the "four little flowers" has become a thing of the past.

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and things change and the stars move a few degrees in autumn. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. The heart was full of sorrow, and people couldn't help but wet their eyes with tears.

Now, Chen Ziyue, the closed disciple of Su Musha, the leader of the "Four Little Flowers" who represents the one gate of moving mountains, has passed away.

In addition to Dadi's lone seedling, Dadi takes care of Guli and basically does not participate in the action, and my two generals, Sister Buddha and Cheng Yiyun, also have their own trivial matters now, and this incomplete lineup is embarrassing.

Shaohua passes, things are not people, the wind is also sentimental, and people are hesitant.

In the end, things are not people, and there are piles of dead leaves. The days slipped silently through the fingers, the years were blank, and there was no trace. But I knew that my heart still longed to have a corner of the mulberry elm land, where I could listen to the occasional rain and the wind. So, I often think back to my old memories, just come quietly and walk away quietly.

I rubbed my eyes, and there was nothing in front of me. It was just the bird and me, who was silent on the eaves of the window. On the other side of the shore that I couldn't see, the scenery was becoming stranger to me. Memories are a pain, an invisible poison, and when I walked into the original room and sat on that bed, every furnishing in the room was so familiar, except that the person who owned it was no longer there.

Too many people rush past and don't have a chance to say goodbye; Too many things are forgotten in the mind. One wish, when time flies, wander with fate; The second wish, when things are not people, do not forget them; Three wishes, when the water flows through the years, the earth is barren.

"What's wrong with you, why are you still sad" Xu Qian saw what was on my mind, and hurriedly comforted, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I shouldn't tease you." ”

"It's okay, I don't blame you, I just think of Ziyue, my heart is sour, and I can't hold back."

"Ziyue is gone, you have to live well."

Stepping through the mottled years, nostalgic for the scenery that has passed; Songs that have been sung; the tears that have been shed; Someone who has loved once; Things that have been given up. Nostalgia for the past that fades away with the wind, when the residual nostalgia ends, looking back has been wrong.

"I know, I'm fine." I took a long breath, calmed down, and smiled, "What can I do, I still have a big family like you, I have to live well." ”

Actually, for so long, I have slowly come out of my sadness. A person is destined to go through a lot of roads, and to see a lot of things and people, before he can be mature and calm. After all, the past has to become a realistic memory, and whether the depth of the memory means that it is unforgettable in everyone's heart.

"Time will not turn back for anyone, it will only ruthlessly present the yellowed memories and try to change everything." Xu Qian said.

"Sister Qian, why are you still sad?"

Now that we have become human, what else can we exchange for your sweet smile and continue to write everything we haven't done yet. Looking back, I will always recall the flowers on the other side of the flower, in the face of the distant time, the years never detour, and the nostalgia for the end is a matter of things. When nostalgia is just nostalgia, abandon sentimentality. What the years have taught us is to cherish the bits and pieces of the present. That's all

"Nonsense, isn't it possible that I don't have feelings Ziyue is also my sister, and I always think of him."

"Forget it, let's stop talking about it, the more I talk about it, the more sad it becomes." In fact, I know in my heart that for such a long time, I have not been able to really let go, or to guard my own land, lonely and cold and warm to know myself, and reminisce about the taste of memory. This may be the sorrow of the exclusive rainy season, the mottled mark left by time, carrying us all the way away, gradually becoming stranger.

"Sometimes, you should really have a good hard time, crying, is not only a vent of vulnerability, but also a tenacity of self-improvement. May the tears left on the sleeves of the spring shirt be exchanged for the peace and splendor of tomorrow. ”

"Well, I know, don't worry, I'm fine."

When the time goes by, the road is there, but the years have blurred our backs, maybe our love is like a flower, just a season of beauty, and finally with the withered flowers to pass away.

There are always some people in this world who have to wait until a thousand sails have passed before they begin to know how to turn back; It is necessary to wait until you are displaced to begin to know how to cherish it; Wait until things are wrong, and then you will start to miss.

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam

"I don't want to admit that things are wrong, but time has never gone back."

"Right to say"

The mottled years have made a nostalgic heart still stay in the clear and moving world of yesterday. If there were no such hot eyes to follow at the beginning, then the prosperous end would not have such a faint loss, but time will not turn back for anyone after all, it will only ruthlessly present the yellowed memories and try to change everything; Now that we have become human, what else can we exchange for your sweet smile and continue to write everything we haven't done yet.

In the years together, although there was no romance of holding hands, nor was there the touching of the moon before the flowers, in fact, in my heart at that time, I really saw you as the yearning in my life.

In the Moon Pavilion, all the outsiders except Ji Weiqi arrived.

Xu Qian stepped into the moon pavilion, everyone stood up to greet each other, and after some politeness, Xu Qian made a far-reaching gesture and asked Ji Weiqi to sit up.

After sitting down, Ji Weiqi got straight to the point and said, "This mission is unusual, so the elite power is specially withdrawn. ”

I looked around, the so-called "new four little flowers" that Xu Qian said, it was really not an ordinary person, and I couldn't help laughing, and said, "Which four golden flowers did I have, I didn't expect it to be you." ”

In fact, there were only three people present, and one was still on the way.

They are Sima Jingjing, the pearl of the ninth sister, Aisha, the daughter of her great-brother who was in a hurry when she was on vacation in Bali, and Cheng Yuming, the second lady of Faqiumen, who was just discharged from the hospital, and Cheng Xiaojie.

I said in my heart, "Okay, you Xu Qian, you really know how to make the best use of people"

Xu Qian asked them to introduce each other and said, "The current situation is not optimistic, first of all, we have to find the Longling Silk Book before Ji Weiyu and them, and then unravel the secret behind it, and the sooner the better, otherwise if they take the lead, it will be even more difficult to go." ”

When we were each ready, we set off for Lingnan the next day to make peace with the last golden flower.

This person is Gu Ye's favored obedient disciple, Sissi.

The sky is twilight, and the lush mountains in the distance are shrouded in a hazy mist, with pines, cypresses, weeds and flowers, full of life, and the breeze blows, and the leaves rattle.

In the middle of this dense forest, a small river trickles through it, down the mountain.

At the foot of the hill beside the river, there is a small village with quaint buildings scattered in between, and the occasional car goes out along the road, causing a few dogs to bark.

The old village has not yet woken up.

This is South Ridge

At the edge of the remaining veins, the small river that flows through it is said to be a spring of immortality, and drinking the spring mountain here can dispel diseases and eliminate disasters, so the water here belonged to the court water in ancient times, and this river nourished the people here, and people called it Qinghe.

But there is another version of this legend, because Lingnan has a lot of miasma, this spring water is also regarded as poisonous water, containing highly poisonous, Zhuge Liang conquered the Nanban, and when he captured Meng Shu seven times, because he drank the spring water, the soldiers were poisoned, and he almost failed.

And this village is called Kiyosenso.

Qingquanzhuang is not large, with only more than 300 households, and people live in abundance and comfort.

Because it is far away from the city, many ancient buildings have been preserved, and now it is convenient for transportation and beautiful scenery, and it has become a scenic line.

On holidays, many people come here to enjoy the mountains and rivers, or to visit the ancient courtyard houses.

It is said that someone wanted to build an upscale villa and resort here, but it was not possible for various reasons, but the purchase price was too high, and there are several big people in the village who do not want to be destroyed by the noisy environment. Even though it's August, it's still very cool in the morning.

This is Sissi's hometown.

In a three-entry courtyard, the main door of the backyard opened, and a middle-aged man walked out topless with an ancient knife with a black sheath.

I first warmed up with a set of punches, and when the activity started, I took out the ancient knife and practiced the knife technique.

I saw the cold light shining, the momentum was extraordinary, and the leaves next to it were blown by the knife wind.

Seeing us coming, he suddenly withdrew his knife and stood up, adjusting his breathing.

"Good Knife Technique"

He thought back to the moves he had practiced, "It's still not hot."

He sighed.

"Brother Tai's knife skills are sharp and fast, and they are already extraordinary."

"After the award, I remembered that when the old man practiced this set of knife techniques, it seemed to open the world, and it is still imprinted in my mind, compared to him, I am far behind."

"Don't say that, although it is said that the knife and the moon stick are guns for a lifetime, but to really refine the knife technique, a few years is not enough." I comforted.

He raised the ancient knife and stared, the pattern of the knife body was simple, and the cold air was pressing, "This is made of Kunlun cold iron, and it is a family heirloom of my family." ”

Although in this era, cold weapons are just people's collections, and they are no longer of great use, and martial arts are not inherited by anyone except for performances.

"I don't know if I can pass on this set of knife techniques." He sighed and sheathed his sword.

"You're here to find Sissi."

"Yes."

"She's in the house, please come in."

"Brother Tai must be Sissi's brother."

"Exactly, just call me Abin."

With that, Abin led us into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, boiled millet porridge in a casserole, steamed the frozen dumplings, and went back to the room to wash.

Warm water swept across his body, he was twenty-four years old, with sword eyes and starry eyebrows, a long body, obvious muscle lines, and a strong but not bloated.

After taking a shower, he knocked twice on the door of the east wing, "Get up and eat." ”

"Got it, dude."

Sissi's lazy voice came from the door.

Turned around and walked into the kitchen of the West Chamber, preparing two cold dishes, one pickled by himself salted duck eggs, and one cucumber.

There are only two brothers and sisters in the family, his father died in an accident when he was in junior high school, and his mother died even earlier, after giving birth to Sissi, Abin was six years old that year, and there are still some impressions, and Sissi doesn't know anything.

The two of them were brought up by Gu Ye since they were children.

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