Under the cold moonlit night, a man dressed in an ink-colored regular dress quietly looked up at the stars and moon in the sky.

He was a swordsman, but he didn't have a sword in his hand.

He was half a god-servant, but he no longer wore a god robe.

At this time, this season can be regarded as the coldest time of the year in the Southern Dynasty Tianchen.

But this kind of weather was nothing to the man, because he had been in the half-step void realm for many years.

Even if he has fallen from the Heavenly Realm to the Xuan Realm now, he is still the premier master of the martial arts realm in the martial arts of the Southern Dynasties, and he has long been not afraid of the cold and heat for many days and months.

The man stared at the moonlight on the horizon for a long time, and a trace of bitter smile and sadness flashed in his eyes.

I don't know why at first, he should not be afraid of the cold and heat, but he always felt that somewhere in his heart seemed to collapse violently, leaking out a fragile interior full of holes.

The cold and tough cold wind whistled in, filling it all the time, just like the heart that can't die anymore, and it will never heat up again.

It seems that it was only at this time that he suddenly realized that he was still a person with a heart.

Today is the first day of the first lunar month.

The high priest Nanxu prayed for blessings and sacrificed to the sky in the tower temple, dismissed all the disciples of the Shentai Palace, and allowed them to go down the mountain to pine and loose, only opened the large array of protectors in the Shentai Palace, and then left a few disciples in the outer courtyard at the gate of the mountain to guard the door.

So much so that at this moment, the entire mountain peak and the entire Shentai Palace are silent as if there is no trace of fresh popularity.

After a long time, the man suddenly shook his head and smiled, the smile was sad and joyful, and he was stunned.

Oh, yes

It seems that since that person left, it seems that the Shentai Palace has also faded a little bit of color and is a little less vivid.

began to gradually become what the world sees, and the cold and noble world god platform that is passed on by word of mouth.

When that person was there, in the mountains that should have been as cold and lonely as ever, I could often see her cheerful figure and the clear but extraordinarily lively voice.

Even the little priests and children who passed by and were busy with errands couldn't help but be happy every time they saw her, and they jumped more briskly.

No one...... I'm going to dislike her.

How could anyone not love her?

It seems that only when I think of that person, there will be emotional leakage on the man's handsome face that seems to have a mask of no joy and no sadness.

It's just that those emotions are only fleeting and short-lived.

Because he knew that all this was just a bubble in his mind and memories.

Some people leave and never come back.

It was he who saw it with his own eyes, and it was him. Do it with your own hands.

Isn't it?

Thinking of this, a wordless grief suddenly poured into his heart, and the man only felt a cramping pain in his heart.

He hung his head and choked on a large mouthful of blood, and then choked and coughed, barely stopping.

There are some things that cannot be thought about deeply, and the more you think about them, the more difficult they become, the more you will regret not being at the beginning.

But on such a special day, he couldn't control his emotions at all, let alone suppress his thoughts about that person.

Today is the beginning of the new year, and the fifth day of the first lunar month will be four days away...... It's her birthday.

If she were. is still alive, so the fifth day of the new year four days later should have been her crown gift.

The road wounded finch was stained with blood, and the pair of good-looking handsome eyes looked at his right hand in a daze.

Two years ago, on the fifth day of the first lunar month, it was this hand that stabbed the world-famous heavy sword "Golden Terrace" into her chest.

His little highness did not grow up safely and lived to the age of the crown.

It's too confusing.

Everything that day now feels like a nightmare, too chaotic.

He couldn't even recall the direction, the force, or the touch of the sword.

It seems that this is also his brain invisibly, silently protecting his master, deliberately not letting him recall many details of that day.

But no matter how muddy it is, he can't deceive himself.

His sword pierced through his chest, and he was only afraid of her

Otherwise, with her skills, how could she fall off the cliff after subconsciously counterattacking with a palm?

At that time, he suddenly knew that his father was actually indirectly killed by Xie Lin of Shangzhu State, but he was humiliated and deceived by Xie Lin, and gave it to his granddaughter as a slave, and he lost his mind in anger.

Afterwards, he returned to Shentai Palace in a daze, and it was not until he washed away the blood splashed on his body and hands that he found a trace of reason from the blank space of his brain.

He stared blankly at the half-burned bloody clothes in the brazier, and thought that he had a ridiculous dream.

It wasn't until he searched the entire dormitory that he couldn't find his personal natal sword "Golden Table", and then he knew that everything was not a dream!

Lu Hurt Sparrow was frightened, fearful, and remorseful, but even if he turned back and searched every inch of land under the Immortal Ridge, he still couldn't find a trace of that person.

He fell into a mental block in his anger and confusion.

From time to time, he was sure that he might have really killed her, the girl he had guarded for years as if she were a treasure.

Sometimes he couldn't believe that all this was true, because with his martial arts, even if he attacked her unexpectedly and suddenly attacked her, how could he really hurt her life?

So under this repetition, the demon heart barrier of the road wound finch is even more difficult to break.

He sometimes even wondered if he had gone completely insane.

But if she hadn't died, how could she not have returned?

In fact, the road wound finch has long been unable to distinguish what is real and what is false.

At the same time, of course, his martial arts realm plummeted, and he actually fell from the half-step Void Heaven Realm to the Xuan Realm.

But...... He didn't care anymore.

In this world, there seems to be no one and nothing anymore, and it is worth caring about him.

So, he returned to Shentai Palace, sealed himself in the Thousand Machines Palace, and waited for his ending and retribution.

But so what?

Those who leave, the fairy trail is gone.

His Highness is like a piece of crystal ice that has melted and steamed in the summer, and there is no trace of it.

No matter what he did, no matter how repentant he was, the man would no longer be able to perceive anything.

Has she now arrived on the other side of the galaxy and met her father, mother, master, grandfather and uncle who have always loved her?

Has she already put down her burdens and become a carefree girl as she wished?

It's just that

Lu Hurt Bird's eyebrows frowned slightly.

The attitude of the little emperor Fu Jingyan is really a little strange.

In the past, Emperor Jing always had an inexplicable hidden and excellent desire to control his sister, but now that she has been missing for nearly two years, the Son of Heaven in the palace has turned a blind eye, and the court even said that the eldest princess of Tianchen is praying for the country in retreat.

It's inexplicable.

However, Lu Shuque's eyes have always been less optimistic about Emperor Jing Fu Jingyan.

Whether it was when he was the crown prince or when he was the son of heaven.

So what Fu Jingyan was doing and thinking, he didn't care about it, and he didn't care.

The road wounded finch snorted slightly.

Perhaps his Royal Highness is in the emperor's heart, but he is just a supreme blade that stabilizes the superstructure and the national border.

Even if his sister has not shown up for a long time, as long as he can keep the country stable, the emperor will not dare to easily pierce the window paper.

If he really cared about the safety of His Highness, how could he ignore it?

When Lu Hurt Bird thought of this, an unspeakable sadness and loneliness suddenly rose in his heart.

He looked up at the tower temple surrounded by clouds and mist on the top of the mountain in the distance, and felt a sense of sorrow in his heart.

He knew that he might not be able to pay for the sins he owed for the rest of his life.

He misses his Highness.