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The nine stars are like pearls, connected in a line and hung high in the dark and deep night sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoUnder the night sky, the Sword Pavilion was majestic and Cui Wei, like a giant beast quietly squatting on the ground. In the faint light, a long, thin black shadow slowly stepped along the undulating ridge towards the cliff of the Sword Pavilion in the night.

"Uncle Shi......"

When Fengyun Wuji stepped on the Sword Pavilion cliff with one foot, a young and jerky voice came from behind a stubborn rock. Fengyun Wuji stopped suddenly, raised his head indifferently, and looked at the place where the voice came from.

Next to the stubborn rock with a few weeds growing on the edge, a young man in white knelt on one knee, the long iron sword in his right hand stuck on the ground, motionless. He seems to have maintained this posture for a long time, quietly waiting for the arrival of Fengyun Wuji.

"Uncle Shi!~" another low call. In the breeze, the boy slowly raised his head, the long hair that covered his face on his forehead trembled, and in the darkness, a drop of crystal liquid fell from the long hair, drawing a shallow trajectory in the void, and falling on the gravel......

Seeing that teardrop, Fengyun Wuji shook, his lips opened and he wanted to say something, but in the end, all the words he had to say turned into a long sigh.

Before Chi Xing was killed by the Fourteenth Lord God, he stayed with Simon Huanran, and he could have done some things......

However, seeing the tears of self-blame, how could Feng Yunji bear to sprinkle a handful of salt on the young man's tormented heart.

Next to the rough stone, Simon, who was dressed in white, slowly raised his head, and his haggard face was full of criss-crossing tears. This young man, whose surname is Mune, is not good at words at all. When someone close to him dies, he only expresses the pain in his heart with tears.

"Uncle, brother...... The son is here to say goodbye to his uncle!" Ximen Huan bowed deeply to Fengyun Wuji, his voice was still so jerky, in his life, he had said as many things as ordinary people said in a day.

"The disciple wants to go to the lava plain and guard the senior brother when he wakes up until he wakes up!"

The young man's head was buried deep in the crook of his arm, facing the wind and clouds, lying on the ground, maintaining an extremely respectful posture. His voice was soft, low, soft and weak, but it revealed an unchangeable will.

On the other side of Simon's appearance, there is also a hidden side of extreme stubbornness, the kind of attachment that cannot be changed once you pay attention.

Fengyun Wuji didn't speak, quietly looked at the young man's lying figure, and suddenly remembered a long time ago......

In fact, he is not only a disciple of Ximen Yibei, but also a disciple of his unscrupulous. Once, he also called him master, but at that time, he was not called Ximen Huanran, but Mu Huanran, an orphan of Kuaijianmen......

When he pulled out of the pile of corpses, the wooden boy stood in front of the corpses all over the ground, not crying, and the expressionless face, as it is today, just kept weeping......

"Alas......" Feng Yunji let out a long sigh in his heart. Now Chi Shen has left him, and Ximen Huanran, who is half a disciple, is also leaving......

In the deathly silence, Fengyun Wuji finally waved his hand and said, "You go!"

"Uncle Xie!" The young man in white looked at Fengyun Wuji gratefully, kowtowed respectfully, and then held the iron sword in both hands, jumped down from the other side of the cliff, and resolutely flew towards the west of the Sword Pavilion, where he had woken up from a late injury, and slowly disappeared into the vast night......

Simon Huanran has always thought that in this world, some people don't need friends, and he belongs to one of them.

This kind of life began before the ascension and lasted until now, and Ximen Huanran always thought that this life would continue until the end of his life.

Once, he had a group of fellow disciples who treated them as relatives, but these fellow disciples all died in a sectarian battle. Before he died, they covered him with their own corpses, saving the life of the youngest junior brother

Post-orphans. That sectarian battle made him lonely between this huge world and the world. The young man who was originally wooden became more taciturn.

In the following days, two men of magnificence came into his life, one pulled him out of the corpse and brought him into the primeval and gave him a new life, while the other became his master. The swordsmanship of Kuaijianmen pays attention to a fast word, the world's martial arts, unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable. Ximen Huanran never thought that a person's sword could be so fast, and he never thought that there was anyone in this universe whose sword could be faster than this taciturn master. However, even these two 'masters' rarely communicated with him.

A simple life, every time you practice a sword, this is all Simon Huanran's life. This life continued until the appearance of another person......

"Hello, I'm Chi Injury! The Sword God is my master!" When a young man with a long sword like fire on his back walked through the desert wind and snow to the place where he practiced swords in the snowy region, and smiled and stretched out a hand, his life changed a little......

is still practicing swords in the wind and snow, and it is still so silent, but by Ximen Huanran's side, there is already a young man with a Chixiao long sword on his back, from the snowy region to the Beihai .......

'Friend', Chi Hurt, taught him the meaning of these two words. Chi hurt let him know that life still has the meaning of his existence. Late injury, in his gray world, introduces the light of another world......

......

In the meager twilight, the star-studded land was getting closer and closer, and the young man was rapidly approaching the place where he had woken up from his late sorrow, and he vaguely remembered the unforgettable voice in his ears: "Huanran, you go first, I will return to the ancient ...... later"

A look of guilt flashed through the eyes of the young man who could have stopped him. He didn't expect that this 'waiting meeting' would be so long......

"Senior brother, I'm here," the young man holding the iron sword slowly fell from the sky, the white shadow brushed the treetops, and landed lightly on the scorching and cracked earth: "I will always guard you until you wake up to the ......"

The young man sat down cross-legged on this empty land, his eyes slowly closed. In the meager sky, the young man's thin body turned into a black shadow and melted into the night, motionless......

Since then, Simon Huan Ran has been guarding the late wounds that have sunk under the ground in this land, silently spending a long century and never leaving......

On the cliff, Fengyun Wuji sighed and stepped into the Sword Pavilion. Pushing open the wooden door, Fengyun Wuji was greeted by a cold darkness, and there seemed to be something missing in the empty Sword Pavilion all of a sudden.

"Disciples of the Dark Pavilion participate in the lord!" In the corner of the wall, a figure wrapped in black knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

The Dark Pavilion is in charge of intelligence, but generally, they only need to quietly hand the simplified information to the wooden table in the Sword Pavilion, there is no special matter, no summons, and they are not allowed to take the initiative to contact themselves

The appearance of the members of the Dark Pavilion made Fengyun Wuji forget about Ximen Huanran for the time being, frowned, and Fengyun Wuji said, "What's the matter?" The long hair that was as white as snow was particularly eye-catching in the dark Sword Pavilion.

"Lord, Madam left the Sword Pavilion not long ago, do you need your subordinates to persuade Madam back?" The Madame in the mouth of the members of the Dark Pavilion naturally refers to Concubine Feng.

Feng Yun Wuji stood there in a daze, and finally understood why he felt a little different. Concubine Feng's departure was completely unexpected.

Hundreds of years of retreat, the division of divine consciousness, and the investment of hundreds of millions of planes do not mean that Fengyun Wuji knows nothing about what Concubine Feng has done for herself during this time. At the time when the Divine Consciousness absorbed the massive 'information flow' in the void with the huge Divine Consciousness, Fengyun Wuji saw what happened to Chi Injury, and also saw what Concubine Feng did for herself on the top of this cliff.

Fengyun Wuji slowly closed his eyes, and the fiery and feminine figure seemed to appear in front of him again. Every time he held the carefully prepared tea, he pushed open the wooden door of the Sword Pavilion, came to his side, poured the tea end, and then held his knees on the edge of the cliff, with his smooth chin on his knees, and looked quietly into the distance, quiet and peaceful.

Passing through these pictures in his mind, a trace of warmth suddenly rose in Fengyun Wuji's heart, and his chest was filled with a faint touch.

"Lord, do you need to chase Madame back?" In the corner of the Sword Pavilion, the members of the Dark Pavilion who were wrapped in black robes raised their heads and asked again.

"No need, let her go!" Fengyun Wuji waved his hand, and his demeanor returned to indifference and calm.

The members of the Dark Pavilion were stunned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Lord, really...... Don't you need it?"

"Let's go down!" Fengyun Wuji nodded slightly, and waved his hand at the same time. In the corner, the members of the Dark Pavilion who were full of confusion quickly retreated.

"In my whole life, I can't promise you anything. Leaving may be the best choice for you......" Fengyun Wuji looked at the east side of the Sword Pavilion and muttered to himself. In the east, thousands of miles away from the Sword Pavilion, a touch of gloomy fiery red quietly walked among the lofty mountains......

Concubine Feng could have used a faster way of flying, but she used the slowest way of walking. Is it reluctant, but I still want to stay near the Sword Pavilion for a while and see more of the haunting figure, Concubine Feng doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know. I only know that I chose to do it.

"I'm not going to be a burden to you, and I don't want to be a burden to you. Suspended in the sky of the mountains, Concubine Feng thought silently. In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the majestic figure suppressing the corpse of the disciple, raising his head in the rainy night, and howling in pain.

When blood and tears overflowed from the man's closed eyes, when the green silk on his head turned as white as frost from the ends of his hair to the roots, Concubine Feng finally felt the hot feelings of this man hidden under the indifferent appearance. When I felt the true feelings of this man, an irrepressible heartache came to my heart at the same time.

At that moment, countless thoughts rushed through her mind. She thinks a lot, a lot. For a moment, she even felt that she was too selfish.

"You have too many things on your shoulders. Too much affection, too much care, will only destroy you in the end. Chi Injury is an example," Concubine Feng looked back in the direction of the Sword Pavilion from afar, so she didn't leave for a long time, just hoping to see him one last time.

Concubine Feng saw the white-haired Fengyun Wuji walking up the cliff on the Sword Pavilion, and also saw Ximen Huan leaving, and saw Fengyun Wuji push open the wooden door and walk into the dark Sword Pavilion.

"Now is the time for me to go," she said to herself, "and I will never again be a burden to you." Now, you truly belong to yourself, to the primeval world. ”

In an instant, Concubine Feng suddenly had a deeper understanding of the father who had been angry all her life, and the original father should also be faced with such a choice.

Looking in the direction of Beihai, Concubine Feng's heart suddenly became extremely calm. Looking back at the sword pavilion standing alone on the top of the mountain in the night, Concubine Feng's fiery red sleeve robe shook in the air, and then resolutely turned her head and turned into a fiery red streamer, disappearing into the bright night sky, disappearing......

In the Sword Pavilion, Fengyun Wuji kept 'watching' at Concubine Feng, 'watching' that beautiful figure disappearing into the east, and he didn't move for a long time. When the fiery figure disappeared completely, Fengyun Wuji's heart suddenly became extremely calm, and everything in the 'earthly world' seemed to leave him at this moment. And in his life, after this moment, there is only one goal left......

Snowy.

"Sister, are you thinking about him again?" In the indifferent wind and snow, an ice and snow mountain peak tens of thousands of feet high, reaching into the sky, stood on this snow-covered land, on the ice peak, a beautiful girl wearing only a thin skirt and veil said with a smile.

"Youruo, what are you talking nonsense?" In front of the girl, a woman in a white dress who didn't eat the fireworks of the world came back to her senses from her stunned state when she heard the voice, and turned around and said softly, but there was no hint of blame in her words.

"Sister Hanyan, do you want Brother Wuji?" Princess Youruo smiled, and suddenly said with a straight face.

"Ah......h There was a blank look on that beautiful face that was ethereal and dusty.

It's been a long time since I've seen him, Ao Hanyan thought in a daze. On this former Ice and Snow Sacred Peak, she and the princess of the Wind Clan have been staying for a long time. Maybe it's because they have a similar affection for the same man.,The two gradually developed a sister-like relationship in this land of ice and snow.。

This simple question made Ao Hanyan fall into deep contemplation. Unfortunately, the master made her swear a heavy oath that she would never walk with this man. Although the Ice and Snow Temple has long been wiped out, and the War Emperor and the War Concubine who have fought all their lives with the Master have also passed away for a long time, and the reason for making the oath in the first place is no longer applicable, but ......

"Sister Hanyan, I really miss Brother Wuji, I want to see him!!" Without waiting for Ao Hanyan to answer, Princess Youruo said to herself, with a light step under her feet, she sat down beside Ao Hanyan, her hands wrapped around her slender legs, her chin rested on her knees, and she looked at the dense snowflakes like rain under the mountain peaks in a daze, motionless.

Ao Hanyan's heart twitched twice, and a painful gasping sensation tightly grabbed her neck.

Actually, why didn't she want to! Ao Hanyan and Youruo sat side by side, looking into the distance, and thought silently. However, he already has a wife, and she has also made vows. Besides, he never expressed his feelings for her.

Maybe I've always been being amorous, Ao Hanyan thought, and suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart. He and she can't come together in this life!

The snow flakes fell one after another, and at a distance of one foot from the peak, they were blown away by the icy cold gas outside the body of the proud cold smoke, whistling, and drifting into the distance. On the top of the cliff, two beautiful women silently distracted from the same man and the same thoughts.

"Youruo...... Let's go. I don't know how long it took, Ao Hanyan suddenly stood up, leaned over and said to the girl beside her.

"Ah, where are you going?" the girl was stunned, as if she had not fully recovered her senses.

"Go to the Sword Domain......"

"Sister !!, really?!" Youruo finally came back to her senses, grabbed the white palm at the bottom of Ao Hanyan's sleeve, and said excitedly.

"Hmm," Ao Hanyan nodded, just now, perhaps by Yuruo's straightforward confession, Ao Hanyan made an important decision:

The Second War of Gods and Demons is coming, and no one knows how many people will survive in this war, or the entire primeval .......

If it is impossible for two people to walk together in this life, why not look at him a few more times before he dies?

......

A few days later, Ao Hanyan moved from the snowy desert of the snowy holy peak to a barren mountain peak on the edge of the sword domain. Looking at the top of the mountain, you can see the sword pavilion turned into a black spot from a distance.

I just want to spend the last period of time, watching him from afar every day, looking at the Sword Pavilion where he is. In this way, it is enough......

"Master, disciple, is this considered a violation of the oath I made to you?......

Standing quietly on the top of the swarthy mountain, his ears and sideburns swaying in the wind, Ao Hanyan looked at the Sword Pavilion in the distance, and his mood became extremely calm

(To be continued)