Later, she got up very early in practice, no longer noisy to eat lotus cake, polite, and a hippie smile when she was playing, but she never let him get close to half a minute.

She was troublesome to carry the water, and then she directly carried the big tank down the mountain, and carried a large tank full of water up the mountain, she still chatted with him, nonsense, jokes, the days are the same as before, but very different.

In the yard, she secretly climbed the ginkgo tree, and there was a sign on the tree, and the sign of Lindong read: Accompanied by relatives, the years are quiet.

There is only one sentence on Xuan Ran, Xu is a family from all over the world.

Her sign reads Peace, Joy, Freedom and Style.

And his sign was blank, there was not a word on it, there were obvious traces of ink on the sign, as if it had been erased later, and that day he had grown all the ginkgo biloba back in the tree to prevent her from seeing his wish?

She held Lindong's wooden sign, the ink on it had long since dried up, she could always remember the scene of Lindong waving and smiling at her, not only did she always remember that she could always dream that Lindong was always so gentle, and finally she couldn't let go of her.

If it weren't for themselves, all their wishes would have been granted.

It's a pity that she was all disappointed at once.

Lindong, I don't want you at all, you come back and beat me, it's okay to beat me into a pig's head, I won't grab food from you in the future, if you let me go east, I will go east, you say that you are so afraid of a person, why can you bear to leave me alone?

The terrible thing is not the loss, many times the loss is a moment, the really terrible thing is the memory, at a certain time I inadvertently remembered the past, a look and a movement, and the heart is full of sourness.

The small courtyard seemed empty, only the wind that came and went freely was wanton, blowing the dead leaves in the courtyard, blowing Luo Zhu's hair, and the hem of the man's shirt standing at the door.

Feng Qingmo stood at the gate of the courtyard, Luo Zhu stood under the tree and trotted all the way, stopped a few meters away from him, he came closer and stretched out his hand to her, she put her hand on his, her palm twisted, and her fingers were clasped together.

He looked at her and said, "You've been unhappy since you came down from the mountain. ”

A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she still said no, he frowned slightly and still didn't break it, and called her name.

"I'm here. Luo Zhu didn't know what was wrong with her, she wanted to tell him that she was just unhappy, and wanted to ask him if he also regarded himself as someone's stand-in.

"We used to know each other, you don't remember. Feng Qingmo's words, Luo Zhu instantly cooled down, and a needle pierced her in the warm and beating place, there was no wound, but it hurt badly.

Luo Zhutou lowered his head, if she had been before, she might have strangled his neck with her backhand and forced him to ask him who that person was, but now she has a lot less courage, it doesn't matter if she has it or not, why lie to lie to her.

She has lived in Wuji Mountain for many years, from the baby to the present memory has not been less than half a point, where will there be any understanding, she smiled helplessly, and said: "My brain is not very good, but I don't remember what memory I have lost, and it is difficult for you to remember it for me." ”

"I didn't lie to you when I told you, I was afraid that you would be unhappy, and I really wanted to take you to practice when I took you to Xuyu Mountain. ”

The words are earnest, the sentences are smooth, and I really can't find a single fault.

"And what was my name before?"

"Yun Shu. ”

Feng Qingmo regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Luo Zhu's mouth, she let go of her hand, turned her back and thought she would cry, her eyes were dry, Feng Qingmo's hand was hanging like that, he knew that he had made a mistake and didn't know how to coax her.

"Luo Zhu. She didn't look back when he called her name, the void bamboo sword in her hand was in her hand, and she slashed lightly towards the ground, and a crack cracked in the ground, blocking between the two.

She held the sword, and said in a cold voice: "Feng Qingmo, I don't know any Yunshu, you have found the wrong person." ”

As soon as the words fell, she had already walked away, stepping on the virtual bamboo sword and swaying out of the distance, strolling and flying, and before she knew it, she came to the top of the mountain.

The pavilion is still there, the top of the mountain is surrounded by a pile of rubble, on this side, Luo Zhu turned around and faced the opposite mountain, a sword slashed through the air, the clouds and mist were split, and the iron chain was exposed.

Her skills have improved a lot, and she is still some distance from the gods, that is, she is close to the gods, and the power in her body is becoming more and more obvious, such as she can control fire.

The hidden power of people who were weak and suffered from cold poison before was actually fire, Luo Zhu also felt a little incredible, but that power was difficult for her to control, she could only absorb it little by little, and what was even more embarrassing was that the power was sealed, and she tried to break the seal several times but ended up in vain.

Maybe it's really as Feng Qingmo said, they knew each other before, but she was still unhappy, she was no one, she was Luo Zhu, not some Qingrong Yunshu, and she was never a substitute for anyone.

She stepped on the iron chain, and the void bamboo sword in her hand hurt her hand, and today she wanted to see which great god dared to touch her man.

Stepping quickly over the chain, under the chain was an abyss, and where the feet were stepped on, there was a small cremation, the chain was slightly shaken, and she fell into the soft clouds with a jump.

The top of this mountain is full of clouds, as soft as cotton, the branches of the peach trees on the top of the mountain are connected, and the stone monument under the largest peach tree shows the first three words of the peak, and the last word is also submerged by the clouds.

The wind chimes on the trees were quiet, hanging all over the treetops, shaking a strange scene without making a sound at all, Luo Zhu walked into each brass bell, and the red ribbon on the bell had two immature words, Yun Shu.

From the immature and obscure at the beginning to the notes on the bell later, the wonderful pen is full of flowers, probably hanging on this tree is his handwriting from childhood to adulthood.

Her hand slowly approached a peach tree, the trunk of the tree was slightly mist, Luo Zhu closed her eyes and could only see a child in red lying on the ground writing Yun Shu's name, stroke by stroke.

Yunshu, you're back. The old man's voice came, Luo Zhu suddenly opened his eyes, his hand retracted, and thin sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

She didn't belong here, Luo Zhu retreated, stood on this mountain and turned to look at the pavilion opposite, the pavilion of that mountain no longer looked harmonious, a gust of wind blew down, the wind chimes were all made, and the iron chains were covered by clouds and mist.

Luo Zhu's head hurt badly, this wind chime exploded in her ears, and her mind kept responding, this bell was familiar to her, and the power of the seal also reacted, with the bell restless, Luo Zhu's eyes turned red, and the virtual bamboo sword she held was also dyed with a layer of red fire.