Mid-Autumn Festival, fourteenth, the moon is not full, the sky is a little gloomy, but the bleak cloud barrier can not hide the bright moonlight.

In the southwest of the Han Dynasty, the dangerous peak of the Black Ridge, the Demon Cloud Sect is hidden deep in it.

Among the many dangerous peaks, the closest to the moon is a hexagonal pavilion on the top of the mountain.

The boulders are piled up into a high stone platform, so the pavilion in the smoke cloud appears very high, and the open eaves of the pavilion are like a hand holding the moon.

Under the pavilion, there is a courtyard, a courtyard on the top of the mountain.

The courtyard is not big, there is only one red pavilion, three or two small buildings. The most conspicuous thing is a pool of clear ponds in the middle.

The shadow of the moon was reflected in the middle of the pool, and a huge flower bud passed through it. Handsome, very beautiful. The mountain wind swept by, and it shook slightly, which made it even more handsome and graceful.

In the sky, the geese chirped fiercely, and the birds returned, but they didn't know where to return.

Under the twilight, there was a person, standing empty, alone in the pavilion.

She is Liu Ying, she has been standing in the pavilion for a long time. From sunrise to dusk, until this time, it was almost late at night.

Her face has not changed in the slightest, and her heart has not changed.

She's been standing here, not just for a day, she's been standing for ten years.

She was looking, looking at the moon every night, looking at its roundness.

She's watching, watching the flowers in the pool, watching it bloom.

The moon is full, the flowers are blooming, and he is coming.

Will he come?

He will come, and he will come when he dies.

He also waited ten years.

Ying Tianchang sat on the mountain, took off the wine from his waist, took a sip, he was leaving, to do what a man should do. A month has made him different, it should be ten years, and he has enough confidence to bring back the person he wants.

He stepped on the heavy sword and landed outside the bamboo building in the medicine valley, and he just stood like this, he knew that the people in the house already knew that he was coming, because the sunlight in the house was bright.

The door opened, and it was the butterfly that came out.

She didn't want to see him, how could she want to see him. How could she watch her beloved leave, not to mention, his departure was for another woman.

If you love someone, you will shed tears, and if you hate someone, will you also shed tears?

She sobbed in the room, she didn't know whether these tears were love or hate. All she knew was that her heart was hurting, and when a woman's heart hurt, what could she do but shed tears.

Caidie held a neatly folded splendid red robe and came to Ying Tianchang.

Ying Tianchang sighed, she didn't choose to see him after all.

"Uncle, aunt said she didn't want to see you." Butterfly Road.

Ying Tianchang nodded.

"My aunt also said that this cloak is for you, how can you go to see her without a red suit?" Caidie said again.

She has been sewing this cloak for ten years, stitch by stitch, as if she can pierce all her thoughts into the brocade satin. She embroidered so carefully that she didn't even allow a tear to fall on it, and all that remained on it was a drop of blood when she didn't prick her finger.

Ying Tianchang stretched out his hand to take it, he couldn't refuse, he couldn't bear to refuse, he had already rejected everything from her, but only this cloak he had to accept.

It's a blessing, it's a blessing that belongs to her.

He draped it over his body.

The sound of the piano, the sound of farewell, the poignant sound of the piano, is a sad song under the autumn moon.

She stroked the piano, she knew that if he was gone, he would definitely go, and he would drift away from her life, and there would be no more intersections in this life.

Ying Tianchang is gone, he is very anxious, the mournful sound of the piano sounds to him as a soul-hypnotic song, he can't listen to it, he hopes that he will never listen to it again in his life.

He took off his heavy sword, and with a single step, disappeared into the night.

Inexplicably walked out of the house, he woke up, and was woken up by the sound of the piano, but as soon as he came out, the sound of the piano stopped. The person who strokes the harp is tired.

She walked down and didn't wipe the tears from her eyes.

She walked into the courtyard and laughed, laughed maniacally.

Caidie was scared because she had never seen such an aunt. She wanted to step forward to comfort her, but she was inexplicably grabbed by her wrist, and she was inexplicably clenched very tightly, and she couldn't break free. She stared at Inexplicable viciously, but Inexplicable motioned for her not to speak.

The taste of losing love is not comfortable, but she has endured it for ten years, and this feeling is inexplicable.

She suddenly stopped laughing, she must have thought of something, otherwise she wouldn't have laughed Yanran, sweet, happy.

She thought of the past. In her eyes, there is only that figure, the figure that has been deeply branded in her heart since she was a child, and will never linger. But her heart, in an instant, was empty.

In the past ten years, she has had hope, and this hope is a candle that has never been extinguished in her heart. But at this moment, the candle flame was extinguished.

Her eyes were blank, but she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pool of undead grass in the courtyard. She took out her sword and wanted to swing it all, but she hesitated, and finally couldn't do it.

She was gone, leaving Rainbow Butterfly and inexplicably stunned in place.

Feng Yao took the long sword and came to the green vine swing next to the deep pool of the waterfall, she sat on it, just like when she was a child, she hadn't been here for ten years, maybe he hadn't been here for ten years.

She listened to the sound of rushing water, gathered a cloud of purple qi in her hand, and hit the bluestone in the deep pool, and the figure appeared again in her blurred eyes.

He was naked, and though his body was not fully developed, he was very strong, and his dark skin glistened in the moon.

She preserved it, she preserved his appearance forever, afraid that one day she would forget him.

She held her cheeks and stared at her stupidly.

Someone, too, was looking at her stupidly, behind her, at her back.

The flowers were about to bloom, and Liu Ying walked down the stone steps from the Moon Pavilion.

Under the pavilion, a handsome maid with high hair and a handsome appearance, about eighteen years old, was waiting.

"Sijun," Liu Ying called.

"Miss." Sijun responded.

"Let's go." Liu Ying said.

By moonlight, the two walked along the green and round cobblestone path to the Red Pavilion.

The red pavilion lit up, and Liu Ying sat on the crescent moon bed, looking deeply at the painting hanging on the pavilion wall.

It was painted by her, with a tall and heroic posture, carrying a heavy sword, standing on the top of a mountain, with a bright moon hanging behind her. Under the left corner of the painting, there are two lines of small characters that are beautiful, "Since you left, I have no intention of falling in love with others." ”

The person in the painting is Ying Tianchang, and she is afraid of forgetting, so she will draw his appearance. When I wake up from a dream, I look at him, and when I miss him, I touch him. She had given everything to him, her body, her dignity, including her life, all belonged to him. And all she can do now is wait, wait with peace of mind.

She performed the exercises, and from the brocade bag around her waist, she gently dropped a rosewood-colored cabinet, and the room was suddenly filled with the fragrance of wood.

The cabinet opened, and all kinds of brilliant pearls shone brightly, dazzling.

She bent down and carefully took it out.

It is a colorful phoenix crown, which was left by the mother and was worn when she got married. Under the phoenix crown, there is a glass neon red dress.

A married woman should be the most beautiful in the world.

"Sijun," Liu Ying sat down in front of the dresser.

Sijun agreed.

"Dress me." Liu Ying said, and then, she took off the hairpin.

She wore a phoenix crown on her head and came to the courtyard next to the clear pond in her clothes. The huge buds not only exude an alluring fragrance, but also a colorful light.

A beam of moonlight fell from the nine heavens and shone on the flower buds.

Sijun grew his mouth and stared blankly.

The flowering period has arrived, and the only love flower in the world will bloom at this time.

Seven colorful petals, open and closed, let the mountain wind blow, but the straight stem makes it not move.

The moonlight fell, the flowers bloomed, it bloomed in an instant, the colorful light shone brightly, and above it, a colorful rainbow bridge appeared.

The leaves on the flower stems withered instantly, the flower stems broke, and the huge love flowers floated, and then slowly retracted their brilliance.

It flew towards Liu Ying and drew a beautiful rainbow of colors.

It surrounds Liu Ying, dancing, jumping, circling, Liu Ying dances in the courtyard with this colorful love flower, light dancing, pleasant laughter. She knows that the flowers are blooming, he is coming, the sky is not worth it, ten years of prayer.

For a long time, for some reason, she actually felt tired, she stopped, and colorful love flowers floated in front of her.

She looked at it and felt as if it were alive, and she tried to stretch out her hands.

The flower slowly fell, landed in her palm, and floated. She smelled it, and it was a deep floral scent, a smell of love. She held the flower and walked towards the Mochizuki Pavilion.

Ying Tianchang was on the road, his heart was very anxious, and he didn't even pay attention to the purple sword qi that came immediately after leaving the sect.

He could dodge, but he didn't, he took it with his flesh, and in an instant, he fell to the ground.

As soon as he fell, one foot slammed on his chest, the shiny tip of his sword against his throat. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Big brother." Ying Tian said, he lowered his head.

"You look up!" Feng Tianxiang shouted angrily.

He didn't have the face to see him, he felt that he would owe the Feng family all his life, but he had no choice, this is the love of the world, only if they owe each other, they know what is precious.

"You look at me, why don't you dare look at me!" Feng Tianxiang picked Ying Tianchang's chin with his sword, and even stabbed into his flesh and blood. But he still didn't look up.

"Can you not go?" Feng Tianxiang asked coldly.

Ying Tianchang shook his head.

"Well, stand up, use your sword, or, go back with me. Or, walk out of the sect with my corpse! After Feng Tianxiang finished speaking, he withdrew the sword in his hand and turned his back to him.

Ying Tianchang stood up and pleaded, "Senior brother, you just let me go!" ”

"Senior brother! Ying Tianchang! Feng Tianxiang broke out his years of anger in these two snorts. He turned around, tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked: "Senior brother, you and I grew up together, your temper, I also know, even if the senior brother begs you this time, stay, you also know that my sister's heart for you has never changed." ”

Ying Tianchang shook his head and said, "Senior brother, she's waiting for me." ”

In a simple sentence, the ice-picking that seemed to pierce the bones pierced his heart.

With a sudden, his sword stabbed into Ying Tianchang's chest, submerged three inches, and blood flowed down the sword groove.

"I'll give you one more chance, one last chance, otherwise, I'll stab you in the heart with a sword and dig it out to see what it looks like!" Feng Tianxiang said coldly.

"Let him go!" An old man walked over quietly from behind Feng Tianxiang.

Ying Tianchang knelt down slowly, forcibly stopping the man's tears.

He choked up and said, "Master." ”

In fact, the old sect master Feng Ming has been watching secretly, he came here not to stop Ying Tianchang, but to simply entrust him. After all, he is old, and he has watched these disciples of him grow up since he was a child, and in his heart, there is no difference between Ying Tianchang and his children. Although he knew in his heart that his daughter should be devoted to heaven, he also knew that emotional matters could not be forced. Therefore, in the past ten years, he has never persecuted. But he often regrets why he didn't decide the relationship between the two earlier. Seeing this scene, he knew that it was already doomed.

The old sect master walked up to Feng Tianxiang's side, reached out and grabbed his wrist holding the sword, and said, "Put it down." ”

"Father, him." Feng Tianxiang complained.

The old sect master didn't speak, just looked at him tenderly with old eyes. Feng Tianxiang put down the sword in his hand, sighed, and turned his back.

The old sect master looked at Ying Tianchang, who was kneeling on the ground at this time, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

He stepped forward, supported Ying Tianchang with both hands, and said softly, "Child, get up." ”

Ying Tianchang raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him. He is old, although he is a cultivator, he has not yet cultivated, and he has no natural treasures and beauty techniques, so he can't withstand the erosion of the years.

The old man helped him to stand up, and Ying Tianchang then called, "Master." ”

"Child," the old sect master patted his arm, "you go, but you have to promise to be a teacher, you want to come back, even if you bring her back, you won't be blamed for being a teacher, this is your home!" ”

Ying Tianchang didn't speak, because he couldn't speak. He is a stubborn man to the bone, and he is also a man who is not good at words and does not understand the world. For him, all emotions can be buried deep in his heart, so he just keeps silent.

Ying Tianchang clenched his fist and pointed straight at the sky, the heavy sword swept towards the sky, and the whistling wind raised the big red cloak, and the hunting sounded.

The cold moon is like jade, and the cold wind is like a knife.

Finally, he ran to her.

But what about him?

He could only watch her from behind, as always, unchanged.

Han Dong wore a black robe and a black cloak on his head, maybe this could help him hide better in the dark night, he looked at Feng Yao, and it didn't take long for him to turn around and leave, a few flickers, and disappeared into the forest.

"Master, Master." The two disciples of the test hall banged violently on Han Dong's door in the middle of the night, acting in a panic.

There were a few heavy coughs from inside the house, and then, the door opened a crack, and Han Dong poked his head out with a sunlight bead in his hand, his face was dark yellow, and he looked a little tired.

"Something happened! Come to disturb the teacher again at such a late, don't you know that the teacher has been injured in the meridians! Han Dong scolded.

One of them calmed down slightly, and then said, "Master, Liu Ling, he's also missing!" ”

"What!" As soon as Han Dong finished speaking, he coughed heavily, and a mouthful of vicious blood sprayed on the ground, and the two disciples of the testing hall saw this and hurriedly helped him.

"Quick! Take me to see it! Han Dong roared.