No one knew why the boy had gone his own way and walked away in a green robe;

Even if he doesn't have a hometown, even if maybe not many people care about the strangeness of his actions.

On that day, the lanterns were slowly extinguished along the bazaar, and the young man stood under a tree of winter snow along the long street of smoke and rain against the wind of Guangmo, piled up with cold dew, and his clothes were sluggish, and the road was to the east, and the avenue was south.

I don't know how long I went, I don't know where the boy will stay, although he can't walk to the Cangming Palace, but he has a reason to give up the carriage and horses.

First, the humble and ridiculous reason is just because he wants to see the so-called world; for more than half a year, everything is as calm as the water mirror river, but with the completion of the transaction in the tavern on the second floor, the Taoist is finally willing to pardon the shackles and restrictions on his body, and no longer bothering to calculate, at this time the young man can finally see the picture that is not carefully carved by others, and finally can be unprovoked sadness and joy without being suppressed; the green robe is full of tears, the heart trembles, the mountains, the water, the wind and snow, as Chen Xuan said, so beautiful that you are not willing to use your strength to remember, so vast that you are not willing to deliberately observe, so vast that you can't see clearlyI am reluctant to see it clearly, or I am powerless to encompass the vastness of that square inch.

The young boy is isolated, the wind and snow are shaking here, the peach blossoms are dyed with the gratuitous brilliance of the gold thread, and they have become the powder of the wilderness between heaven and earth, he has grown up in this distorted space, wearing a green robe and deep, the long hair is tied with a white jade crown, the dew touches the lips, the elegy is aside, the glory flows, listen carefully, it is the clear music of the past.

This is the blessing of Tianjiao's life wheel after breaking the curse, and he has finally obtained it since he left Tiannan Village for seven months.

The green-robed young man walked slowly, and then moved to the side, time swelled at this moment, the voice was slow, the light of the sun and the moon appeared dimly at this moment, illuminating the young man's bones brightly, the elegance was like a three-foot white flag swaggering, the jade mirror hung high among the colorful clouds, the young man smiled lightly, and bowed to the elegant tavern;

The sound of the flute echoed, the sleeves of the green clothes danced with the feathers of the swan, Xuan Chan turned around, the three sticks of sandalwood in his hand slipped down the palm, one fell on the thick soil, one swam to the side of the floating clouds, and the remaining incense was attached to the young man, quietly self-immolation, and waited until the wind blew a wisp of this thing invisible and ethereal, the young man held a branch in his hand, from the west gate of the market to the distant horizon, step by step, did not hesitate to pass the moment.

Murong Xuan said, just go to Cangming Palace;

He agreed, and as long as he could walk, he would go in that direction.

Beichen Wuji eldest princess, Wuji eldest princess;

The young man's eyes were obscure, and he was speechless when he closed his eyes.

It was too heavy, so heavy that he didn't dare to touch the glorious color, to look directly at the inscription. For some reason, although the title of the stunning young man had not been decided, in that dream, he seemed to have seen it, and he had seen the appearance of the girl with a red umbrella, dressed in white, dressed in white and snow, and her long hair fluttering in the sky purifying the invisible soul and lonely ghost.

In that dream, he stood stupidly, silently in place and looking at the world's peerless world like a god, and suddenly he forgot his existence, but he felt peaceful, at this moment he couldn't tell the truth from the false, and he couldn't tell the reality of the illusion, but after opening his eyes, the green-robed young man understood that he would no longer see such a terrifying face, and he would no longer see such a beautiful costume that moved his heart.

She lived as a statue, as his faith;

It's a pity, extravagant hope......

The young man described him as haggard and introverted, and his clear eyes reflected a little of the water of the galaxy, if he could...... He wanted to see her again, to describe her dusty demeanor with his heart, and to look at it from a distance, just to shout, Your Highness......

The green robe contains the breath between the square inches, the white-clothed girl in the square inch looked at the cliffside, a touch of crimson halo in her hand embellished with the white of the snow, the eyes were flat, the bell rang constantly, the water of the heavenly pool leaked out in the moment of the light of the flower, floating on the earth, next to the market, people knelt in a row under the star tree, prayed to the heavens, the thick and pious chanting echoed at the foot of the mountain, the young man walked in the fog and dewdrops, step by step without a god, step by step back to the soul.

He felt a vast bright gaze, it was a sea of eyes that could not be divided between joy and sorrow, it was a land that could not be named, looking along the withered frost and snow, white and hazy, and he could not see anything clearly.

The fragrance of plum blossoms on the flat ground, the stamens bursting out of the branches will be dyed with dewdrops of the wind and snow on the body, the star trees around the body are swaggering, the starlight is mixed with a little sunset color, I don't know who paints, I don't know what kind of grand wish is made for the white clothes on the side of the end of the day.

At this turn, the young man didn't know how many spring and autumn periods he had stepped on, how many traces of history he had passed by, this thin body seemed to be so unique, but it had an unknown great power, three thousand green silks were scattered, and the generous powerhouses of Beichen stared at the white jade crown silently, and never stretched out their hands to stop it;

After all, it's just a pretext.

The messengers closed their eyes, a burst of abacus crisp sound, the horse jubilant, the red-dressed young man under the big banyan tree sat on the horse and looked at the green robe on his side, the blazing red lotus turned the wind and snow into white mist, a circle of water vapor lingered, the girl smiled skillfully, the blue and white coat overturned on the delicate body, the face was so warm and warm, quiet and smart, the smile did not know what kind of emotion he wanted to express, but it would never be related to the green-robed boy.

Looking at the end of the world, the red lotus put away the weather here, as if she noticed the arrival of the red-clad boy on the blue sky, the long skirt fell lightly on the side of the snow, the white-clothed boy closed the umbrella window, and the frost around him was close to the girl's side intentionally or unintentionally at this moment, blushing shyly, not daring to say more, twisted into a ball of clear water, butterfly dance, colorful.

When she came, it was inevitable that it would be lively;

The red umbrella fluttered away, the young man's years shone here, the cherry blossoms fell to bring a burst of fragrance, the snow went away, with the departure of the white clothes, the young young man in the distance stopped his steps, his hair was scattered, his robe was wrinkled, his heartbeat was flat and leaked, his eyes were stunned, a drop of tears......; Xuan Chan was moved, his body was slightly numb, his steps stopped, and he was in the barrenness of the avenue, where the heaven and the earth were frozen, and he saw countless of himself in the line of water and sky, all of whom were lost in this unknown place.

The young man stretched out his palm, his complexion was pale, his expression was sluggish, and he looked at the reflection of the ice, and at this moment he had returned to his previous appearance, wearing a bamboo-green robe, and his clothes were dyed with snow, which was incompatible with the clear time of the ice, which was incompatible with the appearance of this pure space.

The cold river snow, the cold river snow that the wind and snow dare not pile up;

The young man thought lightly in his heart, and his robe went away along the wind and snow, Murong Xuan did not lie to himself, there were many Tianjiao in the Falling Star Pavilion, and he was so conspicuous in the eyes of the young man Fenghua, he was about to be able to go to the Cangming Palace before April, among these seemingly nonexistent transactions, but I don't know how much time will be missing.

The water vapor is dissipated, the young man travels along the vast and empty sky, the ice under his feet is illusory, the heaven and the earth are clear and cannot be divided up and down, so the status quo is at this moment, here is the aisle of the Meteorite Pavilion, the two sides of the strait are markets, at this time, this cold river and snow have a guest, a young man with a mind that contains a reckless atmosphere.

He was there; he looked out at the green robe, his eyes were scattered, and the reeds swayed across his soft body, looking at the young man Xuan Chan who was fishing in the sky, closed his eyes and thought, he couldn't hear the sound of flowers, birds, fish and insects, but there were waves sliding along the veins of the breeze; the young man was intoxicated and sighed, and it was really extraordinary.

There are thousands of treacherous ways in the world, which are roughly divided into three kinds of avenues, wormholes and aisles, among which the fish and dragons on the avenue are mixed with different shapes, the upper road people walk with the mundane, and the wormhole is the passage that only the generous and strong can have the ability to enter, which is difficult and difficult to walk, as for this aisle, it is not that Tianjiao can not enter, and it is a world of its own.

It is like this cold river and snow, and this cold river snow hanging upside down in the heaven and earth.

The green robe stepped forward slowly, looking at the graceful young man sitting on the futon, this young man, wearing a sword at his waist; Xuan Chan was shocked in his heart, observing his behavior of reeling and releasing the line, he hesitated for a moment, and after all, there was no action.

In addition to his own expression, more important is his Taoist weapon; the sword is a more popular weapon in the Southern Regions, and there are countless kendo monks, but for Tianjiao, there are few people who match the sword, one of them is naturally Tianjiao's technique is elegant, not rigid in acting, and rarely chooses Taoist weapons as weapons, and secondly, because of the seven of the four swords of Guanshan, the young man who is famous for his punishment sword.

It is precisely because of him, it is precisely because of his peerless sword that the modern Tianjiao has avoided the long sword, just because no matter what, they can't wield that terrifying sword, so they don't dare to use the sword.

For example, today's arrogance is out, there are twenty-three peerless seats, but the sword boy is only Bai Yan alone, and there is no swordsman in Tianjiao for half a hundred, but the young man in front of him ......

Tianjiao will not use weapons as decoration, one is disdainful, and the other is the Taoist body, which is not worth it.

The green robe stood on the ice field, he couldn't get over; he seemed to know that the young man was about to leave this place, and he raised his eyes in the distance, his eyes were sharp and clean, gentle and polite, and he didn't know what words he wanted to express, for a long time, he pursed his lips; Xuan Zen froze, and as the young man's eyes fell, he appeared in the market, and at this moment the water of the heavenly pond had stopped for a long time, but the sound of chanting was not broken, and the aftermath was little around the beams of the house, covered with mist.

The bazaar of the Meteorite Pavilion is very long, and the road of the boy is also very long.

The green robe recalls the peerless fragrance of the hair, the glory of the snow.

Suddenly, this trip to the east, the avenue to the south.

Cangming Palace, that young man, on the way.