The spring breeze is getting warmer, the branches are pregnant with blue meaning, the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are bleak.

On the hundred-foot pavilion, the beautiful palace skirt of the country sat alone in the window, frowning and bowing his head, the favorite incense of Su Ri has no taste, and the favorite landscape is no longer wonderful, what can I do?

Leaning on the danger column alone, pressing the strings virtually, the sorrow of the family and country that has been affectionately adjusted by the sad spring hangs on the brows, and the confusion of the flowers and rain is full of hearts.

The bare branches and shadows that enter the attic window dance silently, and the spring cold enters the pavilion, which leads to the sound of the piano, and the melody is not yet a tune, and the sorrow is deep.

The sound of the piano unintentionally went out of the building, passing by the desolate lotus pond not far from the building.

Cao Qingfan was as silent as an old tree on both sides of the river, looking at the pavilion through the lotus pond, squinting his eyes, and smelling the impending wind and rain before the siege of the Four Realms in the old days from the tune and the wind.

On the other side, the Son of Formaya sat on his knees, unaware of the sound of the harp, vigorously kneading the pitch-black dirt the size of a basin in front of him.

After a few strokes, the clay gradually shrank to the size of a fist, and the movement of the Son of Formaya paused, and he summoned the new clay out of thin air, and continued to knead it, obsessed with it, not knowing anything else.

At the end of the song, Cao Qingfan's gaze was retracted from Xia Qixing, he glanced at the Holy Son of Fumaya, smiled evilly, sensed a sorrow in the palace, and asked: "She is very good, I feel that you and her are a match made in heaven, what do you think?"

The shape of the soil is not changing, the Holy Son of Fumaya raised his head, glanced at Xia Qixing, shook his head vigorously, continued to knead the soil, and replied word by word: "We are not suitable, if she is the scorching summer heat then I am the bright frost on the snowy winter, but if we meet, it will be the generous tragedy of the land of Yan Zhao." ”

"The song of generosity is also a song, and I can't listen to her painless moaning like this. ”

The Holy Son of Fumaya, who continued to knead the soil, raised his eyebrows, flipped his hand, and a wisp of earthy yellow aura penetrated the bead curtain, breaking all the strings under Xia Qixing's hands.

Those who know the times are Junjie, although they don't know what the meaning of the piano is, since Cao Qingfan can't listen to it, he can't play it anymore.

"Everything is recovering, spring is pregnant, and the tune under the eldest princess's crown is too sad, not in harmony with the times, and inconsistent with the will of the people, please stop here. ”

The wind in Yangcheng was even colder, and the unfamiliar sound echoed in his ears, Xia Qixing raised his head, squinted his eyes lazily, glanced at Cao Qingfan, committed himself to courtesy, turned around and walked into the cold and tortuous gallery, his palms folded in front of him, and his bones were pale as his thoughts gradually tightened.

Spring and winter alternated, time passed, and she still couldn't see her father after waiting for the whole winter.

Everyone here treated her more respectfully than before, not because she came back in Kunlun, but because of Cao Qingfan.

In the future he is planning, he is the Xia Emperor and the puppet who realizes his ambitions!

Thinking, reading, and worrying, Xia Qixing's palm loosened, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyebrows were full of doubts in his heart.

What is Cao Qingfan looking for?

Tightly pinching the chess piece of Daxia in order to chase the Central Plains and sit on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the world?

How can I get Kunlun to make a move, and where is Luoyang now?

If there is really a sword that can cut the sky, when will it be able to kill Cao Qingfan?

......

There were more and more questions pressing on the bottom of his heart, Xia Qixing's light steps became heavier and heavier, and he walked for a long time in the gallery of dozens of steps, and finally disappeared behind the sleeping bridge.

Cao Qingfan retracted his gaze and looked sideways, the Holy Son of Formaya still lowered his head, concentrating on kneading the soil in his hand, the basin-sized soil was kneaded into a fist again, and then gradually compressed into a projectile the size of a fingernail, the earthy yellow light flickered and dimmed, with endless heavy meaning.

That night outside Xianyang, along with the sword that is unparalleled in the world, buried all of Formaya's commendable past.

As soon as he was defeated, he simply saw the possibility of defeating Luoyang.

"The most desperate thing in the world is not to see a way out, but to see a way to live without an end!"

"The mixed yuan thick soil can indeed block Luoyang's sword, but if you want to kill Luoyang, it is completely not enough to rely on the mixed yuan soil you have refined, Luoyang will go much faster than you......"

"This is true, in your opinion, what should I do?"

"A gentleman is good at fakes, and it is indeed the husband who fights head-on with real knives and real guns, and it is not a bad idea to kill people with a knife. ”

"Borrowing a knife, borrowing who gets a knife, borrowing a knife requires capital, I have nothing, what can I borrow a knife from others?"

The Holy Son of Formaya smiled bitterly and evoked a cloud of dirt again, kneading and refining, once he was the same as Formaya, he liked to pin his hopes on ethereal others, and his own life and death were changed in the thoughts of others.

Now, like Formaya, he is pregnant with new life in a dead silence, and his hope will never be pinned on others.

People, you should believe in yourself, in the past, when there was no heavenly palace, Formaya survived in the ice and snow not by divine blessing but by wisdom and hands.

"People who have nothing actually have everything, I will send you to a place, you go and rob while the fire is burning, as long as we can bring back the remaining scrolls of pictures, we will have the capital to borrow a knife to kill people......"

Cao Qingfan looked at the Holy Son of Fumaya, saw that he was silent and continued: "You are the last Fumaya person, you are the tinder, you can fight with Luoyang, Kunlun, and Tiangong, but in the end you have to live, and you live before Fumaya lives." ”

"I'm always ready to go. "New Lewen

Another lump of dirt hung up, and the Holy Son of Formaya lowered his head, his voice soft, knowing that he had no right to refuse at all, and he had seen too many of the same dramas recently.

With words that are considered for you from your point of view, if it doesn't work, it will directly stab the sharp knife that hides the edge.

To live or to be killed and replaced, how to choose, the Wuhou Chongchen of Great Xia has already given a very perfect answer.

This dynasty is old, and it has long lost its former integrity, and living is their only desire.

Cao Qingfan was very satisfied with the knowledge of the Holy Son of Fumaya, and chuckled and walked west, there was still an old bone that was difficult to gnaw on, and he could not be replaced, but as long as he could gnaw him, it would be just a matter of turning over the world.

The seven kingdoms are all monarchs, Great Xia is the emperor, there can be seven monarchs, and there will always be only one emperor.

The lonely smoke of the desert, the sunset of the long river is a rare combination of human wonders, if the scenery is exchanged for one or two, the lonely smoke is not in the desert and enters the ancient city, everything will lose its taste.

The pitch-black smoke billowed up, Zixuan stood silently behind the outer wall of the courtyard, sensing Luoyang, who was sacrificed as a magic weapon, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and he always felt that he had forgotten something.

"Uncle Shi, Luoyang said that he is not interested in poison, I don't know what Uncle Shi thinks?"

Gritting his teeth, a cold and ruthless tone sounded on his side, Zixuan suddenly woke up, Xue Qingrou is a demon clan, and her sense of divine consciousness is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary human races!

"This is a shameful act, as a Kunlun cultivator, you should ...... it comprehensively"

"The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, knowing the law and breaking the law, the crime will be added to the first degree, and you will go!"

The words were interrupted by Xue Qingrou's verdict, Zixuan turned around, and the show fist continued to expand, and then the Forbidden Palace and Xianyang City shrank rapidly, and finally were obscured by the clouds.

Luoyang swallowed and foamed, looked at the herbs burned in front of him, and didn't dare to continue to say more, his sword qi was agitated, and he was about to destroy the medicinal herbs and was gently pressed by Xue Qingrou's head.

"Senior brother, the ashes of the Purple Cloud Flower and Kun Yumu after they are fully burned can be used as a medicine guide for dozens of medicines, this is the most basic Dan Dao common sense, junior brother won't know it, right?"

The corners of Luoyang's mouth twitched, and he muttered in a low voice, "I...... I don't ...... Dan Dao either."

Xue Qingrou narrowed her eyes, Luo Yangsheng held back the second half of the words, raised the corners of her mouth, and carefully protected the ashes with her spiritual power, afraid that she would be blown away by the wind.

"Senior brother, this medicine can't touch spiritual power, especially your spiritual power, it will devour all the most nutritious things in it!"

Xue Qingrou shook her head helplessly, the corners of Luoyang's mouth twitched, and when she looked back, the ashes were dead and silent, and it didn't look different from the beginning.

The noisy footsteps gradually disappeared, the surroundings were quiet and terrible, Luoyang looked around, not daring to look directly at Xue Qingrou's fierce gaze, and suddenly Zhao Mi approached the courtyard, and there seemed to be endless light on his body.

"Manager Zhao, have you found out what you lost?"

Luoyang hurriedly spoke, Zhao Mi looked at Xue Qingrou, bowed and bowed, stepped into the treasure house, squinted his eyes and observed inch by inch, and finally walked quickly to the easel that was poured into a piece, carefully examined it for a while, and said to Luoyang: "I lost four paintings, I don't know if they are the four paintings." ”

Luoyang nodded, tilted his head to look at the corner of the temple through the layers of green tiles, and asked softly, "It's not hurt, is it?"

"No, aren't you going to take a look? Your Majesty has always been worried about you. ”

"No, it's not good to see too much, he is a monarch now, and he will be an emperor in the future, if you want to become a unique yourself, you can't ask me, I am a sword cultivator, an emperor like a sword cultivator, what kind of system will I become?"

Saying that, Luoyang waved his hand to Zhao Mi, the streamer fell, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains shrank into a square inch landscape, and Qindi Xianyang and Qi Kunlun were just a moment's errand.

After entering Kunlun Mountain, Zixuan didn't know where to go, Luoyang chuckled and followed behind Xue Qingrou, climbed to the top along the mountain road, and looked at Shen Hualian who was playing the piano in the pavilion from afar.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, Luoyang's mood is very complicated, I want my master to think of my master, but I don't want my mother to think of my master.

Mistakes become misses, and misses become mistakes, like flowers falling helplessly, except to go with the flow, what can be done?

"How is Senior Brother Jingqi doing, that incident didn't delay his and Senior Sister Yuwei's great joy, right?"

"What do you say? Most of the sisters who are like siblings are dead, who can have the heart to continue the marriage?"

"Now the relationship between Huangyan Mountain and Kunlun is very delicate, Jingqi and Yuwei are caught in the middle, in a dilemma, there is a lot less time to get together, and there are a lot more quarrels......"

Saying that, Xue Qingrou couldn't help but look at the small pavilion in the mountains, where Jiang Qinyue closed her eyes and listened to the sword, her sweat wet the green silk, her arms trembled, but she stubbornly refused to put down the sword in her hand.

"Actually, she's a very nice girl, but she's prone to doing stupid things......"

Luoyang didn't make a sound, glanced at Jiang Qinyue and retracted his gaze, looking at the continuous distant mountains, the things he saw on the nineteenth floor of the falling star were hidden in his heart, and the things he saw in Huangyan Mountain were also hidden in his heart.

Ay......

Xue Qingrou looked at Luoyang, turned around and walked away gradually, how could she not see that Luoyang was hesitating, there were thousands of turns of right and wrong in her heart, she wanted to listen, but he didn't want to say, except for a worried sigh, he could only leave the silence to him.

Don't seek the next life, stand in the present.

I hope Luoyang can make a choice worthy of his heart, born to the sun, smile more, it's good.