On Sun Moon Lake, it rained lightly.

The cyan smoke and rain lingered between the mountains and rivers, covering the dazzling array after the war, but the sadness was like the water of the sun and moon lake, flowing inexhaustibly and lingering.

Ni Bingyan's widow is independent of the mountain, a pair of jade hands are drenched in blood, mud traces, she stared at the newly repaired mound in front of her in a daze, and she couldn't bear to carve the five words "Fang Younan's Tomb", the rain mixed with tears crossed her cheeks, and she was so weak and couldn't help but be wet with green silk and clothes.

"This rain is very cold and hurts the body."

Li Huaian held an oil-paper umbrella and quietly appeared behind her.

Ni Bingyan looked back, looked at the man behind him for a long time, and took a step out, "I don't need your concern......"

Li Huai'an followed up and pointed to the grave and said, "But he definitely hopes that someone can care about you." ”

"You're not him!"

"But I understand him," Li Huai paused, and said softly: "I understand you too," he conjured Pei Ji, "sadness is always inevitable, but people can't be resurrected after death, you should live with his hobbies," After saying that, he swung his sword a few times and engraved the five big characters "Fang Younan's Tomb" on the tombstone.

"Don't!" Ni Bingyan was about to pounce on the grave, but Li Huaian pulled her back, he threw away the umbrella and gently wiped away the tears on her face, "This cold grave is not your reliance, and it will not feel sorry for your tears." ”

Ni Bingyan stared at Li Huai'an, a trace of blood had been bitten out between her lips, and finally she still couldn't hold back her sadness, her tears completely collapsed, and she cried bitterly on Li Huai'an's chest: "I don't want to cultivate immortals, I want to leave here, Li Huai'an, can you take me away......"

Li Huai'an closed his eyes to hide his heartache, took a deep breath, and deeply hugged the heartbroken woman into his arms, "Come back to Kunlun Mountain with me." ”

The cries of desolation echoed in the valley.

……

On the top of the mountain not far away, a purple-clothed beauty was messy with the wind and rain, she looked at the two people who were snuggling closely on the other side of the mountain, and her guilt and helplessness were both hurt.

"I thought that the Lord of Liuli Palace was hard-hearted, but I didn't expect you to shed tears." Yan Yunting walked slowly up the mountain.

Zifei glanced at the comer, hurriedly rubbed his eyes, and tried to regain his cold and arrogant appearance.

Yan Yunting stood side by side, raised his head and took a deep breath of the drizzle of the empty mountain, listened to the cry of the mountain, and said slowly: "Do you know? There is a killer organization called Peacock Tower in the world, which has many similarities with your Liuli Palace, all of which are composed of women, all of whom are national colors and natural fragrances, especially Ouyang Bingyan, the owner of the Peacock Building, known as the first beauty in the world, and she is not much more reckless than you. ”

Zifei asked in a low voice, "So what?" ”

Yan Yunting said with a smile: "It is also an organization headed by women, but it is two different personalities, they are ruthless and vicious, dare to love and hate; You keep yourselves high, and you are only submissive. ”

Zi Fei snorted coldly: "My Liuli Palace is a famous Wangzong, how can a human killer organization be compared?" ”

"Indeed, the fairy Bing is clear and jade, and she is not stained with wind and dust, but the women in the Peacock Mansion are all from red dust, and they are lowly and lowly, but-" Yan Yunting's voice changed: "It is precisely Ouyang Bingyan, a person in the red dust who is not high in cultivation and is lowly, who spared his life to prevent the catastrophe in the world for love and responsibility; ”

He looked at Zifei again: "Looking at the fairy, although he has cultivated to the sky, he is submissive in front of the great right and wrong, and he is helpless in the face of humiliation. ”

"Have I not sacrificed my life for duty!" Zifei said.

Yan Yunting said: "You sacrificed your life to save only the cultivators of the Liuli Palace, and people sacrificed their lives to save the common people, no matter whether you are small or big, you can't compare to the people in the red dust." ”

Zifei clenched her teeth, nodded for a long time, and laughed at herself loudly: "Yes, I am just a useless and poor woman, hated by Bingyan and gossiped by my disciples, and now I am helpless to be humiliated by you in person!" ”

Her eyes were red, and she turned around to leave, but Yan Yunting grabbed her hand-

"You let go of me!"

"When I finish my words and the matter is done, I will naturally let you go," Yan Yunting clenched Zifei's wrist and apologized first: "What Fang just said is a bit extreme, if there is any offense, please forgive me." If you don't forgive, you can't do anything to me," and then he said:

"The reason why I compare the Liuli Palace with the Peacock Tower is just to tell you a truth - it is not absolutely ruthless, you can gain stronger strength, and imprison the feelings of the female cultivators, just like pulling off their wings, no matter how beautiful they are, they can't fly high."

"You're just a martial artist, you don't understand anything!"

Zifei pulled hard, Yan Yunting pulled hard, "Of course I understand, if the female cultivator of the Liuli Palace is broken, she will be taken away from her cultivation, you plant the palace sand for them, and use death to restrict their freedom, if they want to break through the barrier, they must give their lives, but you don't know, love is much more important than life in some people's hearts, such as the person in the tomb on the opposite hill." ”

"I didn't—"

"Of course you don't!" Yan Yunting raised Zifei's white and flawless wrist high, "You are the master of the first palace that manipulates their life and death, of course you don't need to order the palace sand!" ”

Zifei tried his best to break free, and rolled up his sleeves to cover the nakedness on his wrists.

Yan Yunting snorted coldly, shook the wrist between her palms heavily, the force seemed to be heavier, Zifei stumbled and was tripped by the mountain rock, and fell to the ground sideways, the cold cold rain hit her side face, and the messy hair covered her eyes, she was not angry as usual, let alone got up from the ground, but pulled her sleeves and pressed her wrists hard.

"It seems that Ni Bingyan will not stay in the Liuli Palace, not only her, I believe that many people will leave that cold palace, I think they should be unlocked and their personal freedom should be returned," Yan Yunting glanced at the woman lying on the ground, and asked coldly: "Fairy, what do you think?" ”

Beneath the mess of green silk was a drizzle of sobbing.

What is the difference between imprisoning a woman's freedom of life and death and the old bustard in the furnace? It's just that these words are too hurtful, and Yan Yunting can't bear to say it.

"You should be glad that I came to you, not Li Huai'an, he won't be as good as me...... Fairy, think about it, before we leave the world, you must give an answer. ”

After finishing speaking, he rode the wind and left, leaving a beautiful woman in vain, covered with scars.

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