"Uncle Shi!" The big black egg ran over.

Han Dong looked at him, it was already cold, but he didn't feel cold, he only wore a shoulder jacket, revealing a large handful of black heart protection hair on his chest. At his waist, a long-handled broadsword hung from his waist.

Han Dong was secretly happy in his heart, took out a small black jade-colored bottle from the brocade bag on his waist, poured out a few pills, and said, "Big black egg, Uncle Shi will reward you." He reached out and handed it out.

The big black egg took a look at it and asked, "Uncle Shi, what is this?" How dark! ”

"This is the strong pill that Uncle Shi refined! It's just right for you, eat it, and protect you in the future, with infinite strength. ”

Han Dong looked at him kindly, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

"Oh!" The big black egg turned his head away and ignored him. "Master said, let me take care of the sect and not eat indiscriminately, otherwise, I will be punished for not eating for a month."

Han Dong said: "It's okay, this Dan is what your master asked me to give you to enhance your skills, as for the sect, you have worked hard in the past few days, and tonight, I will take care of it for you." ”

"Really!" The Great Black Dao grinned widely, his round eyes widened, and he looked at the few black pills in Han Dong's palm.

Han Dong stretched forward.

The big black egg rubbed his hands, and all of a sudden, he grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Uncle Shi, why do I feel a little dizzy?" Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed limply on the ground.

Han Dong called a few times at the big black egg that fell to the ground, kicked twice, and saw that he was like mud and couldn't move, so his hanging heart was put down. He turned his head and glanced at the hall under the night, and the reluctance in his heart turned into determination, he opened the gate and walked out. It's just that before leaving, he still wants to see someone, even if he can only look at it from a distance, maybe in this way, he won't regret what he did.

He headed towards the Medicine Valley, and Gao Tianyuan walked out from behind a giant pine in the arms of three people behind the formation gate. He touched his bald head with satisfaction, smiled slyly, and saw everything in his eyes.

After a few steps, he came to the big black egg, raised his leg and kicked him in the ribs and turned him over, the big black egg lay on his back on the ground, snoring, obviously still alive, so he ignored him and hurriedly chased him out.

Feng Yao watched the flower disappear, and her heart, which had been silent like water for many years, seemed to have been set off by a stone again, and in the waves, there was a fire, a fire that had never been extinguished. It's hope, it's also longing.

She pulled out a short sword from her waist, and the sword was like a phoenix and a warbler.

Without hesitation, she stepped on, her gaze determined, and headed into the distance.

"Feng Yao!" Feng Tianxiang wanted to stop her, but the old sect master said, "Let her go!" ”

Ying Tianchang needed her, at least in Feng Yao's opinion. Maybe in the future, there will never be a time when he needs her so much. This is an opportunity for her, an opportunity to enter his heart and make him never forget. When the heart is like ashes, how can a word of comfort and two greetings not be unforgettable? She didn't want to give up this opportunity, and she didn't give it up for ten years.

She chased after her, even though there was no trace of the love flower in front of her eyes. With her deep affection, with her understanding of him, she also knew where they had gone.

The red sword is a rainbow that sweeps under the moon, and people who are anxious don't care how to hide their whereabouts.

Han Dong was also an anxious person, and he followed anxiously.

Where the love flowers fall, it is naturally the place where the lover's tryst is.

That mountain is still majestic, and the bleak autumn wind has caressed the one-person-high artemisia grass on the mountain.

The love flower slowly fell, and landed on a bluestone on the top of the mountain, and then slowly opened, and Ying Tianchang hugged Liu Ying inside.

"Ying'er, it's here." Ying Tianchang called.

Liu Ying's eyebrows moved, raising heavy eyes, and Ying Tianchang gently picked her up and leaned on his shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" Liu Ying raised her hand and carefully touched the wound on Ying Tianchang's shoulder.

Ying Tianchang had tears in his eyes, but they didn't fall, he couldn't cry, at least at this time, he couldn't cry.

He ruffled her hair, then removed the heavy crown from her head and set it aside.

"It was my mother's, and she said that when I got married, I had to wear it." Liu Ying's face regained some ruddyness, and she also had a trace of strength to speak.

Ying Tianchang took her hand and placed it in his arms, her fingers, fiddling, gently across his chest.

The mountain breeze blew, revealing the slightest coolness, Ying Tianchang untied the bag, and then flicked it, and the red robe embroidered by Feng Yao fell from it, unfolded, and covered Liu Ying's body.

"She embroidered it!" Feng Yao twisted her head and looked at Ying Tianchang.

Ying Tianchang nodded and lifted the sliding red robe upward.

Feng Yao watched it and said, "Is she embroidering better or is it better than me?" ”

Women are jealous, and in a woman's heart, she can't listen to her beloved say that other women are good until she dies.

Ying Tianchang said: "Of course it's you." ”

Liu Ying smiled slightly and said mischievously: "This is what you said, I am better than her, then you can't forget me in the future." ”

Ying Tianchang glanced at the moon and did not speak.

"She's a good girl," Liu Ying said, bowing her head.

"I know." Ying Tianchang said.

"Then you have to be kind to her in the future." Liu Ying said.

"I," before Ying Tianchang could speak, Liu Ying said, "Promise me!" She coughed a few times, Ying Tianchang hurriedly patted her gently, the corners of her mouth, dripping blood, Ying Tianchang took out a chiffon square handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped it off for her, Liu Ying pinched the square handkerchief in her hand, and shook it, the moonlight passed through, and in the clear waves, a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks were lifelike, but there was a trace of blood in the water. In the upper left corner, there are two columns of small characters the size of beans: Xu I Fanghua, should be Tianchang.

Only then did Liu Ying know that her love may not be shallower than her own.

She handed the square handkerchief to Ying Tianchang, but Ying Tianchang threw it aside, and a gust of wind rose, and the square handkerchief flew up, fluttering, and fell into Feng Yao's hands.

She finally came, to this place that once made her feel humiliated and helpless, but she had long since abandoned all the distractions in her heart. She just needs to wait, the flower will be thanked after all, and the only flower in the world will be gone, and it will not bloom again.

But she was still too real, naively thinking that the only thing that could be replaced. She held the silk handkerchief in both hands, and silently recited the two small words in her heart: Xu I Fanghua should be the head of the sky. Then, sticking to his heart, he stood in a corner on the top of the mountain, silently watching.

"Tianchang," Liu Ying removed Ying Tianchang's hand, sat up slowly, noticed the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, she stretched out her two hands, gently wiped them away for him with her thumb, and said, "You look like a child now." ”

Ying Tianchang turned his head, inhaled, turned his head and smiled, "What now?" ”

Liu Ying smiled: "It's more like." ”

Ying Tianchang put away his smile, straightened his face, and said seriously: "Now!" After saying that, he smiled, and perhaps only he knew how much bitterness there was in this smile.

"Tianchang, do you have a piano?" Liu Ying asked.

"Yes! I did it for you! "Ying Tianchang said.

"Then you can play the piano for me, okay?" Liu Ying said.

"Good!" Ying Tianchang promised, even if she asked Ying Tianchang to fetch the moon in the sky now, Ying Tianchang would not hesitate to try to fly to the sky, even if it fell to the bottom and shattered.

He took out a piano from the bag, which he had visited countless piano workshops in the past ten years and spent a lot of money to hire an old artist to make it.

The body made of bent flawless white jade is crystal clear, the ice is clean, with a faint luster, as bright as the moon, and the seven deer strings are hooked on the fourteen holes, this qin is what he wants to give to Liu Ying.

He put his ten fingers together, and the sound of the piano rippled on the top of the mountain.

With the piano in his arms, he jumped down and landed on a bluestone on the mountain.

Liu Ying lifted the red robe and slowly stood up, she lifted the glass skirt in one hand, one side of her waist, raised one arm slightly, and pinched the orchid.

When the piano sounded, Liu Ying stepped on the love flower and turned into a fluttering red butterfly, and the love flower also turned under her feet and turned into her stage. At this time, she is the most beautiful and happy. The hem of her skirt swayed, like a red plum fluttering in the wind, but this plum blossom has roots, no matter how big the wind and snow are, she will not leave.

Feng Yao watched silently, she didn't know if Ying Tianchang knew about her arrival, she wanted him to know, but as soon as she took a step, she quickly retracted it, she didn't want to, let alone bother them at this time.

Han Dong was also watching, he was careful along the way, followed Feng Yao here, and hid himself in a corner of the cliff that no one could see, he could only hide, his dirty heart should be hidden in the dark. He grabbed a piece of bluestone with both hands and poked his head out, and the little beast, too, from his arms, showed dark circles under its eyes, staring.

On the mountain, pieces of fireflies, I don't know where they came from, and I don't know when they gathered together, although they were not as bright as the moon, but they could see through the dim light, like lanterns flying in the sky. They walked towards Feng Yao, and after a while, they gathered around her, gathering and dispersing with her movements.

In the valley, all kinds of birds, fluttering their wings, flew out of the nest, warblers singing and swallows, and the sound of the piano, hovering in the sky above the huge love flowers.

Birds and insects are natural predators, but at this time, they are all beautiful spirits.

The moon falls obliquely, just like life, there will be an end after all.

The hem of her skirt flicked, turned, turned, stopped leisurely, slowly squatted down, and buried her head slowly. Fireflies covered her and made a bright quilt for her.

The strings snapped, and his heart was like a knife, and he threw himself on the piano and wept bitterly. The birds scattered away, only Feng Yao walked towards him and stood silently behind him.

The flower is about to wither after all, and the crystal like jade flower has cracked one after another, spreading from the bottom of the flower to the top, and the stamen has lowered its head and slowly retracted into the heart of the flower. The crystalline petals were broken, and the first one, of course, was above, and the pieces peeled off and turned into crystal powder, sprinkled on the ground, and the wind blew, and I don't know where it went. The petals disappeared, the heart of the flower was gathered together, and suddenly it bloomed, and a seed floated out of it, a heart-like seed, with a faint light, turned into a streamer that swept through the full moon, and I don't know where it flew to.

Liu Ying slowly landed on the bluestone, Feng Yao's hand was on Ying Tianchang's shoulder, Ying Tianchang raised it, and looked at Liu Ying with bloodshot eyes. In the thin mist, Liu Ying's figure is still dancing. He stood up and called, "Liu Ying." Then he walked towards her, trying to take her in his arms, but it was only an illusion, and when he lowered his head, he saw the real her.

The face as pale as the moon is still overwhelming, but the pair of eyes are motionless.

Ying Tianchang knelt down, carefully placed her on the ground, put her hands on his waist, he picked up the phoenix crown, helped her up, put it on for her, and tied her hair for her, and cut her red dress. He was silent, did not shed tears, and the saddest tears were in his heart.

When he had done all this, he sat down beside her, and just looked at her infatuatedly, without blinking an eye.

There is a touch of red glow on the east mountain, and under the red glow, it is the morning sun that exposes the white belly of the fish, and the sky is about to dawn. All living beings, birds, beasts, fish and insects, should be busy for their own lives.

But Ying Tianchang has no life, because his life has left him.

The dawn finally shone on the top of this mountain, shining on Ying Tian's white hair as long as snow, and the moment his heart died, he became an old man.

Feng Yao ran towards Ying Tianchang, and there was a trace of joy in her heart, because she finally waited for him, but when she squatted opposite him and looked at him, she found that he had changed.

His face, dark yellow and shriveled, collapsed flesh and skin, soft as yellow mud, deeply wrinkled, vertical and horizontal like a dry old wood, without a trace of life. This is a calamity that was sown early when he broke the pill.

"Senior brother." She cried out in tears. She stroked his old face, cold as three winters of cold snow, and she shook his arms, soft as a puppet.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? You speak, ah, you speak. She called.

Ying Tianchang was still silent, although he was alive, it was like dead. His backwater-like heart told him that he could not be a living dead. He raised his hand and bit his fingers, there was still blood in his body, and he wrote a paragraph on the bluestone:

Tie the knot with one heart and tie the fate, although this life is short-lived.

On the day of the reincarnation of Qing, Yushu is a young man in the wind.

One stroke at a time, the bluestone is written in blood.

After writing, he held Liu Ying's hand tightly, and the other hand gently swept across her face. In his mouth, he was vomiting blood, black blood, he coughed heavily, and after a while, he collapsed, closed his eyes, and did not move.

Feng Yao looked blankly at Ying Tianchang who was lying next to Feng Yao, she already understood that some people can never be replaced.