Su Su tidbits are late, and Fei Fei is light. The day is long male birds, and the spring is far away from the firewood. The green poplar smoke is light and cold, and the red apricot branches are in spring.

In the suburbs, a tavern was full but quiet, listening to Mr. Central One's storytelling.

This storyteller is about twenty-five years old, and his sense of youth has not subsided, but as soon as he speaks, he shows his profound knowledge, and tells the story wonderfully in a tone and frustration.

At this point, the story has come to an end, and the gentleman is shocked - the story ends.

The whole hall was silent for a moment, and then suddenly boiled, and they were still unsatisfied, and they all asked Mr. to continue.

The gentleman said, "Don't you like to watch the happy ending the most?" This ending is perfect, what else do you want me to say? ”

Everyone scrambled to speak, and at this time, one person stood up and said in a loud voice: "Dare to ask Mr. Kou's name?" ”

The storyteller replied, "My surname is Lu." As for the name, I don't want to say it. ”

"Mr. Lu's story is well told, but I look at this ending as if it was made up."

"Why?"

"I heard that the Soul Gathering Ding in Shushan has long been shattered, and the heroine in your story has scattered her soul to save sentient beings, and she can still be resurrected? By what? ”

Mr. Lu looked embarrassed, was silent for a moment, and said, "This ending is indeed made up by me. Alas, because I can't bear to see this kind of tragedy between heaven and man. I look at Brother Tai and I am the same age, may I ask my brother's name? ”

The man said: "My surname is Jia, and my name will not be changed." ”

"This surname is not common in this area, could it be that Lingzun is ......?"

"Father Jia Sijie."

Mr. Lu was suddenly excited: "I often hear my father talk about Mr. Jia, it turns out to be Ling Zun!" ”

The hall was full of sensations, as if hearing the name of some big man.

And in an inconspicuous corner, a man with a face hidden in a hood threw a gold ingot on the table, got up and left, and when the shopkeeper reacted and shouted, "You have given too much, guest officer", this person has long been gone.

The green robe is like spring grass, and the grass is long and comfortable.

The man walked far away, and after all, he still looked back.

Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi.

In the daylight, the plaque shines brightly, and there are four words on it: White Dragon Villa.

**

The city is a jewel, and the household is rich and luxurious. This is the second most prosperous city of the Great Zhou Kingdom - Jinling City.

During the spring equinox, Jinling City always welcomes the most tourists, because there is a famous wine party in the country.

The prizes vary greatly from year to year, and there are many people who attract them. With the passage of time, the reputation of the cocktail party has become bigger and bigger, and it has become the first major event in Jinling City.

This year marks the twentieth edition.

The person who presided over the reception was Xie Yun, the owner of Lingjian Villa. It is said that he held this reception to commemorate a woman he met many years ago.

At this time, the crowd in front of the restaurant erupted in cheers, because a man with a face hidden in the hood drank more than 200 people in a row, and the championship was about to be won.

A disciple of Xie Yun's side participated in the wine competition for the first time, looked at the grand occasion in front of him, and sighed sincerely: "I heard that after the new emperor Rong Fengheng succeeded to the throne, he recruited talents and did a lot of benevolent governance, so that we can have this peaceful and beautiful day!" ”

Xie Yun smiled: "You don't know this, the emperor is indispensable behind the guidance of a master." Youxue, the head of Shu Mountain, is actually the senior sister of today's son. They are strong and strong, and naturally the world is peaceful. ”

"I see. But I heard that after Wei Yanyu Wei disappeared, there was another person named Fu Tianji, why wasn't he the successor to the head? ”

Xie Yun didn't answer, looking at the field.

At this time, the man in the cloak had won the drinking game, but he didn't take any prizes, and left coldly in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Xie Yunhu stood up and bowed deeply to the back.

**

Jinling City out of the north gate, the grass and trees are sparse, and the cool breeze occasionally rises.

An inconspicuous tavern stood in the wilderness of a barren mountain, and the yellowed wine flag fluttered weakly, desolate.

The man in the cloak, who had just won the wine game, dropped two gold ingots as soon as he arrived, and the shopkeeper happily served the best wine in the store.

After the wine, the shopkeeper wanted to go up and talk again, so as to get acquainted with this distinguished guest, but he saw him sitting down by the window, full of cold and arrogant air, and the shopkeeper was well-informed and did not dare to go up.

Just as he was searching his stomach and thinking about the origin of this person, the distinguished guest suddenly muttered to himself, "...... The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building. ”

The shopkeeper scratched his head, wanting to say that the weather was very good today, and it would not rain in the next three days, but he heard the distinguished guest say coldly: "Come out, it's not interesting to hide." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, could this person have long eyes behind him? Seeing him peeking behind his back?

Before he finished his thoughts, a head suddenly appeared under the window, rolling his eyes, and the shopkeeper's legs were weak, almost scared out of his soul, what the hell in broad daylight?

The white head jumped suddenly, jumped in through the window, and went to the opposite side of the distinguished guest, complaining: "Boy, you have been hiding for the past twenty years!" ”

The shopkeeper looked at it and saw that it was a white-bearded old man, and he was shocked for a while.

"The wine bureau in Jinling City, you asked Xie Yun to do it, right? Just to lure me out, you don't have to go through such a lot of trouble. The distinguished guest said lightly.

"Otherwise, what will you do with the old man? I'm afraid the old man won't be able to open it! Where the hell have you been all these years? The old man spread his hands and replied.

"There is no destination. I just want to go through all the places she walked back then. ”

"Alas, she's been gone for so many years, why should you ...... Forget it, don't mention this. The old man has something for you. The old man said, took out a small tripod from his bosom, and put it on the table, "This soul gathering tripod, the crack has been repaired." ”

The three words "Gathering Soul Ding" floated in, and the shopkeeper immediately pricked up his ears - although his tavern was dilapidated, because of its good location and secrecy, people in the rivers and lakes liked to drill here, so he naturally heard of the famous treasure of Shushan Soul Gathering Ding. It's just that, didn't I hear that this little ding had already been broken?

The white-haired old man said: "The cracks in the Soul Gathering Ding are difficult to repair, only the refining ability of the Dragon True Flame can do it, but it needs to be repaired by oneself with the power of one's own soul. In the past twenty years of penance, he has used the Dragon True Flame to refine his soul, and finally repaired the crack in this tripod. ”

When the distinguished guest heard this, his movements stalled slightly.

"After his death, a Shushan disciple found the old man and handed over his last letter to me with Ding. In his letter, I asked you to tell you that Frost's death was an irreparable mistake. He owes nothing in this life, except your trust and her favor. He decided to use his life to repair this soul gathering tripod. ”

The shopkeeper overheard and let out a cool breath - these two people turned out to be such big shots? This he should refer to Wei Yanyu, the former head of Shushan, right?

I only heard the distinguished guest say, "I forgive him, but it is too late." ”

The old man sighed: "Yes, after so many years, her soul has long been scattered." What else is the use of Soul Gathering Ding? ”

Before the old man could finish speaking, the distinguished guest suddenly got up, put Ding away, and flashed out of the window—suddenly disappeared.

The old man was in a hurry and immediately chased after him, but the shopkeeper suspected that he could not catch up at all.

Because that distinguished guest is Fu Tianji.

The frost and snow at the end of the world are cold, and the shadow of the Three Gorges operation is shaky.

**

The snow is pouring down, and the door is covered.

This is the extreme north of Yingjie, where snow falls all year round, never divided into four seasons, and it is all white.

A person walks in the wind and snow, the snow in front of him is like sand, boundless, and vast.

Day and night, night and night, after walking for an unknown number of days and nights, the man finally could not walk, and fell to his knees on the snowy slope.

It was another sunrise and moon setting, and the snow was still howling in Yingjie, and there was no one in sight.

The man drew the sword from his waist and plunged it deep into the snow, stroking the sword, his fingertips trembling and his expression mournful.

"You said that when the Frost Sword is here, you'll be back...... But twenty years, twenty years! Why did you never fall into my dreams? Why don't you let me see any of them? You know, I think you're going crazy! ”

He covered his face with his hands and fell into the snow for a long time, and the wind and snow quickly buried most of his body.

"If I die, will I ever see you again?" He whispered slightly, approaching the dim sword.

"This is the hometown of the Frost Sword... Frost, I'm here... Waiting for you to come...."His voice grew weaker and weaker, and finally he was covered in snow.

He had resolved to freeze himself to death in this far north, she was born of the Frost Sword, her sword spirit in the previous life, and let him be her shield forever in this life.

They are here, never to be separated.

**

I don't know how long later, an extremely white and bright light stretched his eyelids a little apart.

"Fu Shangxian? How could it be you? ”

The voice was a little familiar, Fu Tianji couldn't remember where he had heard it, but he didn't want to think about it anymore.

A mellow spiritual power suddenly poured into his body, as if warmth was blowing through the snow branches, waking him up from his dying.

He was a little angry, who was it that wanted to disturb him to find his frost?

I saw a silver fox with shiny snow-white fur, its tail wagging repeatedly, excited about his awakening.

"Fu Shangxian, it's me. Yinxiao. ”

The silver fox's body shook and revealed his human body - it was the silver fox that was rescued in Mengjun Mountain many years ago, Yinxiao.

Yinxiao brought the weakened Fu Tianji to a place.

A very large and beautiful plum forest, the calyx contains snow at the beginning, and the fragrance has a rhyme.

Yinxiao helped him walk in the plum forest, and said as he walked: "On Mengshu Mountain that day, the gift I gave to the Wind Maiden was actually the secret technique of my fox clan - using her soul as a guide to connect to the plum tree in this plum garden in my hometown. ”

Fu Tianji's footsteps froze, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Each of these plum blossoms contains fairy power. Fu Shangxian, come and see, this one is the plum blossom that connects the soul of the wind girl. Yinxiao pointed to a flower bone in the treetops, which was pink and delicate, and a little delicate and cold.

Fu Tianji's breathing almost stopped.

He stepped forward, looking at the flower bones that had just come out of the treetops, and was so happy that he wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but he did not dare to raise his hand for fear of breaking it.

Yinxiao said: "This flower hasn't bloomed yet. Once it is fully opened, the soul that pulls the wind girl can be gathered on this flower bone, and when the time comes, Fu Shangxian will put it into the soul gathering tripod, and he can use this as a guide to gather the scattered soul of the wind girl. ”

Fu Tianji was already so excited at this time that he couldn't help himself.

Back then, Feng Ningshuang's unintentional kindness was planted into the greatest good fruit.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. It turns out that the seeds of hope have long been buried in the dark, just waiting for those who have a heart to hold on to that moment.

Yinxiao looked at Fu Tianji, who was crying with joy, and said slightly apologetically: "It's just that this flower will bloom a little slowly, at least five hundred years." ”

Fu Tianji smiled again - what's so difficult about this?

He put the frost sword on the ground, sat cross-legged under the tree, and waited for the flowers to bloom, smiling and smiling.

Since then, heaven and earth have regained love, and the sea has not seen old age.