Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

Li Gantian was walking in a small village on the outskirts of Wucheng, Zhejiang, when he suddenly stopped in front of a tree. He looked up and saw a little barefoot girl sitting on a branch of the tree. The girl sat on a branch, her legs swinging constantly. Her eyes were always fixed on the setting sun in the distance, and it had turned the clouds red again. The little girl cried while watching the sunset, and her mouth kept whispering the song "Acacia" that she didn't know who she had written.

In the past, she didn't understand what lovesickness was, but today she sings this poem, but the more she sings, the more sad she becomes. She knew that her feeling was lovesickness, and what she was thinking about was the Wu Tong who gave her rouge.

In fact, she didn't want to bully him at all, and from the first moment she saw him, she already liked him. At that time, she was just a child, how did she know what she liked? When she saw him, she simply thought he was good-looking, she simply wanted to get his attention, and she simply wanted to keep in touch with him.

But she didn't know how to make him remember her, so she had to let the other children beat him. Others don't understand, and she doesn't say why, because she is shy, and she is afraid that others will laugh at her.

Later, he gave everyone gifts, and she was nervous and expectant when she found out. She didn't know what gift he would give her, so nervous and expectant.

Later, when he gave him rouge, her heart suddenly rippled. Her face turned red not because she was angry, but because she was shy, happy, and excited.

Her family is not well-off, so her family has no money left over to buy rouge. But her mother had a box, which her father bought when her mother got married.

It's just such a small box of rouge, but his mother treasures it like gold and silver treasures. So in her impression, this rouge is the thing worth real money, the most valuable item in the woman's life.

Therefore, his box of rouge touched the deepest part of her heart. She began to fantasize about whether he would always buy rouge for herself, but she didn't want him to waste too much money on buying it for herself.

She was in a quandary, so when she looked at his smiling face, she was a little annoyed, so she hit him again.

But that time she was very distressed, but she didn't dare to show it. After that, she didn't see him because of guilt, and she didn't know how to face him.

Fortunately, he is not a narrow-minded person. He doesn't get mad at himself, he always wants to play with himself.

Eventually, they both accepted each other, and they played together every day. They forget time, forget their worries, forget all their thoughts, and only look at each other!

There was the same sunset, the same clouds, that day and today. But the difference is that the sunset that day is beautiful and romantic, and the beautiful twilight of today's sunset.

Today, she is sick. There is no cure for the disease, and more than a dozen children have died in the village. She knew she was going to die soon, so she wanted to see him before she died. But she didn't want to, because she was afraid that she would infect him. Once again, she was in a dilemma, like that box of rouge.

At the same time, she was also worried about him, she hadn't been in touch for so many days, she didn't know how he was doing, did he have this disease?

Her thoughts, her worries, and her contradictions all melted into her whispering, and the song "Acacia" by Wang Mahajie was particularly poignant in her mouth.

Li Zhentian looked at the little girl quietly and couldn't help but sigh. He knows that the only word "love" in this world is the most murderous. He looked at the girl's sad appearance, and couldn't help but whisper: "I won't be lovesick in my life, but I will be lovesick, and I will be lovesick!"

He sighed, he couldn't be ruthless to be that wicked person after all. When he saw the girl's stupid appearance, he really hoped that she could have a lover with that kid and finally become married. Li Zhentian gently stroked Jiangdong with his hand, looked up at the sunset that had only half left, and sneered: "Creation makes people!" I don't know if this ridicule is his self-deprecation, or if he is really laughing at the creation of people.

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Wu Tong looked at Cao Weijing, who was about to open the sky, and his eyes became scarlet. He fell to the ground, his hands digging into the dirt. The dirt cut through his nails, and blood flowed out.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the heart is dead, so how can there be any pain?

Wu Tong looked at the sky that was gradually opened by Cao Weijing, and looked at the luck that was gradually sucked away, he kept roaring and crying.

Since Bai Qingqiu was buried in Phoenix Mountain after his death, Wu Tong regarded this Phoenix Mountain as Bai Qingqiu. He watched Phoenix Mountain's luck dissipate little by little, how could it be that Bai Qingqiu's soul was dissipating little by little?

Wu Tong missed Bai Qingqiu twelve years ago, and now he doesn't want to lose anything related to Bai Qingqiu. Not anyone!

Suddenly, a force erupted from Wu Tong's body. This power made Wu Tong no longer suppressed by Cao Weijing's luck.

He got up from the ground, then picked up his saber in one hand, and then he came behind Cao Weijing in one lunge.

His speed was unusually fast, so fast that even Cao Weijing didn't feel Wu Tong's movements.

Wu Tong came behind Cao Weijing and immediately punched Cao Wei's head. But at this time, Cao Weijing already knew that Wu Tong pounced. Although he was curious about how Wu Tong broke free from his strong pressure, the movements of his hands were not slow. His other hand instantly blocked Wu Tong's fist, and then gave Wu Tong a punch back.

His punch also looked unpretentious, but the power of this punch was as powerful as the one he had just slashed Qin Wuyuan.

Wu Tong, a son-in-law who doesn't practice martial arts at all, can't stand Cao Weijing's punch at all. He was instantly blasted away by Cao Weijing's fist, and the whole person fell a boulder, and then fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Cao Weijing saw that Wu Tong had lost the ability to resist, so he stopped caring about him and continued to take the dragon and tiger qi in the Phoenix Mountain.

Wu Tongna had experienced such pain in his flesh and skin? At this time, he was lying on the ground grinning in pain, and he felt that his internal organs might have been cracked by Cao Weijing. Because the pain in his body was indescribable, and the blood kept flowing from his mouth and nose.

For the first time, he felt the sensation of death, he was afraid, he didn't want to die. But if he retreats, he will never have a chance to make up for what he owes Bai Qingqiu in his life. Even if he dies today, he will guard the place where Bai Qingqiu is buried.

Wu Tong struggled to get up from the ground, he would spit out a mouthful of blood every time he moved, and every time he moved, it was a heart-rending pain. But he got up anyway!

His hand trembled as he grasped his sword. He looked at Cao Weijing, who was like a celestial, and suddenly laughed. But with this laugh, his blood flowed out again. But this time he didn't spit it out, but swallowed it.

He laughed at himself, and he laughed at why he had been negative for twelve years. Two years of lethargy, ten years of alcoholism. If he can practice martial arts and practice swords, even if he can't become a master like Cao Weijing and Qin Wuyuan now, he still has the ability to compete with Cao Weijing once. Even if he will lose in the end, he can at least do something for Bai Qingqiu.

There is hatred in his laughter, he hates himself, he hates the world, and he hates the God who plays tricks on people. Why did that Cao Weijing have such a heavenly posture, but why didn't he have it? Why did the emperor have the luck of this Phoenix Mountain instead of those famous mountains? Why did God always let those kind and innocent people bear the disaster, while those obscene and insidious people could live happily?

Wu Tong's smile was sad and desolate, and his eyes were full of despair. His tears kept rolling down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes. He can't see any color in this world since Bai Qingqiu's death, and now there are still people who want to take away Bai Qingqiu's requiem, this is to take away his only remaining light!

Why?why?why?

Wu Tonglian asked Cang Tian why he was so tormented, why did Cang Tian have to let Bai Qingqiu die, why couldn't he be the one who opened the sky?

Is it true that people can't fight with the sky?

He Wu Tong doesn't believe it!

Since God doesn't let him become a celestial, then he, Wu Tong, will become his own celestial!

Wu Tong opened his eyes again, and there was a golden light in his eyes. At this time, he suddenly felt that his body was no longer in pain, and the injuries on his body had recovered. Once again, he grasped his saber, which had been hanging from his waist for years, and whether it would be drawn at this time he did not know. But no matter what, he has to use this sword today, and he wants to see if he can kill the so-called celestial!

I saw Wu Tong holding the hilt of the sword, and then the sword was unsheathed.

The name of the sword, the spring boudoir.

Spring boudoir, spring return!

Wu Zhishu has a spring boudoir out of the sheath in his hand, and the sword aura is like an orchid, as if it has the potential to cut the sky.

Cao Weijing naturally felt the momentum on Wu Tong's body, he didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary boy brother could suddenly have such a qi machine, and this qi machine was still soaring!

Wu Tong looked at Cao Weijing, looked at this so-called celestial man who disturbed Bai Qingqiu's tranquility, sneered, and said: "It is said that I Wu Zhishu is romantic, I admit it! I am ruthless, unrighteous, heartless, and without any martial arts or heavenly cultivation, and some of them are today's sword!"

Then the sword slashed out.

This sword Cao Weijing wanted to resist, but the power of this sword was hundreds of millions of miles long, just like the majestic Mount Tai and the magnificence of the city. He, Cao Weijing, seems to be a celestial man, but in fact he is just a mortal. He couldn't stop this sword.

Cao Weijing was pierced through his chest by Wu Tong's sword, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to his knees. With his cultivation, he would not have died, but he completely fell into the realm at this time.

From now on, there will be no Cao Weijing in the capital!

With this sword, Wu Tong entered the extreme realm with a sword!