The mountain rain is misty and the grass is gloomy,

The oblique path is a few curves and there is no end.

The lonely graves are built on new graves,

But it's hard to send people away!

On the bluestone steps in the deepest part of the belly of the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, Hua Baimei walked slowly, thinking about how to speak after seeing Yue Yinchen. Although it was the height of summer at the moment, this secluded place in the mountains still revealed a cool air, which made her tighten the tight veil.

At the end of the steps, a thatched hut stood alone, and in the open space not far from the hut, a man in white was dancing in the wind with a sword in one hand.

Looking at the slender and thin figure in front of him, with a selfless attitude, he gently waved the blade in his hand, ushering in the caress of his most beloved lover. Hua Baimei was a little stupid for a while, and finally couldn't bear to interrupt the infatuated man's confession and care for the pain of lovesickness.

A set of soft sword dances, flowing clouds and flowing water slowly close the tail pose. The slender man gently carried the sword behind his back, and with one free hand he gently stroked away the shallow and falling grains of dust on the tombstone, and whispered to himself: "Ling'er, I have buried two thousand four hundred and three bluestones paved with steps, and you have left me for six years and seven months." I wonder if you, who are in the underworld, have you been doing all these years?"

Who would have thought that the frivolous young man who was in the limelight back then would also have such a gentle side of today's true feelings, which actually made Hua Baimei slightly moved, and the red lips lightly said: "The ruthless swordsman dances for love, and the love is difficult to cut and love." For so many years, you ... Still can't you forget?"

When Yue Yinchen heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "If you can forget, why be melancholy? After so many years, longing has long become a habit." ”

Hua Baimei couldn't bear the pain in Yue Yinchen's heart, and slowly stepped forward and said: "But Yin and Yang are already separated, and those who are alive still have to continue to live!"

"She is gone, and everything in the world is dead!

"You're so depressed, right?"

"People are gone, right, who knows?"

Hearing that Yue Yinchen was already like ashes, Hua Baimei bit her lower lip lightly, but she didn't know how to persuade her.

Seeing that Hua Baimei was just standing quietly but not speaking, Yue Yinchen turned around and nodded slightly at her and said, "Flower girl, don't come to harm." ”

And Hua Baimei saw Yue Yinchen's appearance at this moment, but her eyes turned red in an instant, and she subconsciously stepped forward to touch his already mottled hair on his temples.

Seeing this, Yue Yinchen moved his steps and took a step back slightly, separated from Hua Baimei at a distance and said, "I came here this time, but for that?"

Hua Baimei felt out of shape, but she didn't answer his question immediately, but slowly withdrew her hand, and said in a complaining tone: "Over the years, you must have been very bitter in your heart, right? You are only twenty-one or two years old, and Qingsi has changed to gray hair." ”

Yue Yinchen's expression darkened, revealing a sad smile and said, "Who says it's not? If these three thousand troubles can be exchanged for her life, even if the frost stains her white head, I am willing." ”

"Brother Yinchen, my sister understands the pain in your heart. But it's been six years, and you should cheer yourself up and plan for your future!"

"Flower girl, you call my brother at will again. Yinchen's future has been buried with Ling'er, what else is there to plan?"

"You~~!You still have a long way to go, do you really want to spend your life like this?"

"That matter, since I didn't arrive yesterday, I don't plan to dwell on it anymore, and I hope you don't have to force it. ”

Seeing that Yue Yinchen really intended to repent, Hua Baimei sighed lightly and said: "Hey! That Zen Ku master is really true, you still don't want to set foot in the rivers and lakes again! Aren't you willing to break the promise you made to her back then?"

Yue Yinchen smiled faintly when she heard this, and replied: "It's been six years, and I haven't said so many words, thank you today! It's not too early, girl, please go back!"

Seeing that Yue Yinchen finished saying this, he slowly picked up the sword box placed next to the tomb, turned around and walked towards the hut. Hua Baimei hurriedly raised her arm slightly and called at him: "Hey, you wait!"

"What else?"

Seeing Yueyinchen just paused but didn't turn around, Hua Baimei hurriedly walked two steps to his side and said: "The old monk of Zen is sure that you will definitely refuse, and when I persuade you not to move, I will give you this tip." ”

"What's loaded?" Glancing at the delicate bag held in Hua Baimei's slender jade hand, Yue Yinchen asked calmly.

And Hua Baimei pouted and replied: "The old monk only said that he would hand it over to you, but he didn't say what he pretended." What the hell is in there, you don't know how to look at it yourself?"

Seeing that Hua Baimei actually made a little temperament under her own slow treatment, Yue Yinchen's face was as usual, and she just replied softly: "Then you don't need to look at it!" After walking towards the thatched hut again.

Seeing this scene, Hua Baimei was anxious, and stomped her foot fiercely and said: "Okay, if you don't see it, let my sister help you see it! If you hide something private, don't blame me!"

However, for a man whose heart is dead, Hua Baimei's agitation method is just self-inflicted humiliation! Hua Baimei had no choice but to break the boat, angrily opened the bag, took out the paper that was folded into a square shape, unfolded it and read aloud: "Lord Yue, see the letter! What was talked about in the past, the old man knew that the donor was thinking about the death of his beloved wife, and he did not want to involve it again. But what the Tongdao Alliance is doing now, the world's martial arts are obvious to all, and the hatred is deep to the bones, and it has become a force that cannot be removed from the anger of the common people, I hope you will think of the safety of the people in the world, and the right to take the overall situation first! And this secret, although it cannot bring the beloved back to life, can guide the benefactor to find out where the reincarnation of your beloved is! ”

When Hua Baimei read this, she was already shocked! When she was about to continue reading, the letterhead in her hand was windless and automatic, and it was sucked out violently by a huge force that appeared out of thin air.

Yue Yinchen, who was standing at the door of the thatched hut, carefully studied the contents of the paper without saying a word, until the time of Mo about a cup of tea passed, and then he slowly moved his eyes away from the paper, looked at Hua Baimei and said: "On this letterhead, there is no word 'wow'. ”

Looking at Yue Yinchen's serious appearance, Hua Baimei said embarrassedly: "Uh... That's my sister, I'm too surprised, and I added the word myself. ”

Yue Yinchen nodded slowly, and then spoke again: "That Zen dry words, maybe believe it?"

This time, Hua Baimei nodded heavily and said: "Since the 'Tongdao Alliance' defected and made the Wulin people in the Central Plains miserable, there is still a trace of righteousness in their hearts. Therefore, in terms of the prestige and integrity of the presiding master of 'Zhenyun Temple', his words are still credible. Besides, monks don't talk nonsense! Even if you don't believe in him, you should always believe in the Buddha he believes, right?"

Hearing Hua Baimei's admiration for the virtues of the Zen monk, Yue Yinchen nodded again and said, "Okay! Tell him that in three days, Yue Mou will go to the appointment!"