The light gauze half-shades the pavilion, and the breeze surrounds the garden.

Sweep the stove lightly with your hands, and add fragrance to your red sleeves.

The stove is fragrant, and the breeze is slowly drawn, the shallow yarn is wrinkled, and the beautiful woman is vaguely seen playing.

Not long after, the sound of falling children in the pavilion paused, followed by a soft sigh.

"Li Gongzi's chess talent is so high, Su Juan is ashamed of herself, why should she feel sorry for herself?"

The woman in the light-colored Luo skirt in the pavilion said softly.

"What's the use?" the young man shook his head and pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, "I heard that Yu Qian came here yesterday...... Win?"

"Yes. The woman's voice was still soft, but her tone did not change in the slightest.

"You...... Will you follow him?" the bitterness at the corner of the young man's mouth became stronger.

Su Juan didn't know. The woman stood up and turned to look out of the pavilion.

The rain was dripping, wetting the grass and colorful flowers around, and it was delicate.

She whispered, "There are a lot of smart people in the world, but no one wants to come out there, but many people here do." ”

"Then if ......" the young man Huo Ran got up and sat down slowly, "Why bother?"

The woman smiled, suddenly turned around, approached the young man, and a fragrance wafted into the tip of the young man's nose.

She said softly, "Would you like to talk about it again?"

The young man was stunned, and instinctively ducked back, "Naturally." ”

The stove gradually subsided, and the chess game ended.

A fresh breeze blew into the stone pavilion, carrying a little bit of rain, which woke up some stunned people.

The young man looked at the woman opposite with complicated eyes.

This woman, this ice and jade, it seems that the woman who looks down on Hongchen will also be unwilling.

Yes, he won, narrowly won.

But it has nothing to do with him?!

His heart was as uncomfortable as a block of countless stones, and he didn't know why.

The woman looked at the young man calmly, and said softly, "Su Juan hopes that in the future, Su Juan will be Childe's person, not someone else's plaything, Childe is willing?"

"I'm ......" The young man breathed sluggishly, Huo De got up, and then ran out of the stone pavilion like crazy, knocked down a frame of flowers and plants, and staggered and disappeared into the cobblestone path.

The woman watched quietly, did not make a sound, and did not stop it, but only hooked the corners of her mouth shallowly.

When dreams become charity for others, it is when dreams are shattered.

"Will he come?" said the woman softly, shaking her head again, and walked out of the pavilion, braving the drizzle to pick up the scattered plants.

"Su Juan, how do you pack these things? What about the others?" a woman in red came with an umbrella, frowned slightly when she saw this, and ran quickly.

Bang dang!

"Shhh Su Juan was distracted, corrugated fingers, blood gurgling.

"So unhearted. The woman in red put the umbrella on top of Su Juan's head, "Orange, go find someone to clean it up." ”

"Hey. The girl in orange behind her hurriedly held an umbrella and left.

"It's okay, Sister Qingyuan. Su Juan said gently.

"It's okay, such a big mouthful. Yu Qingyuan looked at her with disgust and pulled her into the pavilion, "Where is Gongzi Li?"

"Gone. Su Juan said in a low voice.

"What's going on?"

Su Juan hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, "I deliberately let him play a game, and he was frightened." ”

"The rules...... No wonder. Don't worry, he'll be back in a few days, men are the same, what kind of fart dignity, in the end it can't compare to the tenderness of fingers. Yu Qingyuan was stunned and chuckled again.

"Hopefully. Su Juan also chuckled.

......

The sun is shining, there is no wind and no clouds, and the endless barren Gobi seems to be about to melt.

At the mouth of the hurricane gorge, the sword marks are vertical and horizontal, shining under the scorching sun, like a dusty sword, which is the most conspicuous.

The weather was suddenly dark, and clouds rose at some point to obscure the sun.

Gradually, the wind became stronger and stronger.

The wind is howling, the sand is flying, the smoke and dust are everywhere, and the sun is not visible.

In the distance, two old men came one after the other, and the one behind them was almost unable to walk.

"Old ghost Wu, if you don't stop for a while and then leave, this beast can't be moved. Zhang Ran shouted with his face full of wind and sand.

Behind him, the horse with its original hair like snow has changed color, and the front hooves hold its head to be a dead pig and are not afraid of boiling water.

Wu Ke glanced back at the one man and one horse in the tug-of-war, frowned slightly, and nodded again.

Zhang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the horse's reins, took a few mouthfuls of sand, and muttered something, but the wind whistled and blew away.

Wu Cao glanced at Zhang Ran again, and then sat cross-legged against the sand and gravel wind.

I don't know if it's because he's been traveling too long or whatever, but the old man is obviously not energetic.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran pursed his lips, and suddenly shouted, "Lao Tzu regrets it!" and went with the wind without any image.

"Huh!" the wind raised his head and snorted disappetly, snorting snot and sand all over his body, and retracted his head under his hooves.

Zhang Ran didn't care either, and got under the horse's belly.

The wind shook his head and simply held his head and shrunk it.

One person and one horse, it looks quite heartless.

Wu Cao didn't react, and his eyelids didn't move.

A few days ago, this fellow, who was hiding at about the same time as him, suddenly came to him and asked him to go back with him, saying that the young man did not take over the sword because he looked down on him, but that the young man's time was short.

But so what?

These days, he thought about it a lot, and realized that in fact, he had long lost the qualification to hold the sword, and when he compromised and folded the sword, or even just when the woman fell down in front of him, saying that as long as he lived well.

The rivers and lakes urge people to grow old, and the rivers and lakes are eventful, so are they becoming more and more vicissitudes?

It's just that the hero's chivalry is not as long as the love of children, and the enemy of a hundred refining steel is not the tenderness of the fingers, and when you go down the rivers and lakes, there is always one or several people who are different from others, and you can't let go of them or forget them, so they are haggard for Yi.

An hour later, the wind and sand gradually stopped, the sun rose in the clouds, and the weather gradually cleared.

The two of them continued on their way.

The Gobi Desert is truly lifeless, so empty that you can see the leeward stone walls miles away.

"It's here. ”

The road will always be finished, so the two of them came to the stone wall.

It's just that the stone wall is empty, and there is no sign of any inhabitation.

The wind went in and sniffed around, then ran out of the stone wall.

"It seems to be gone. Zhang Ran grinned, smiling a little gloating.

Wu Ke ignored it, turned his head to look at the wind, his body froze suddenly, and before Zhang Ran could react to what was going on, his figure flashed away.

Zhang Ran also looked over, saw the flickering light not far away, sighed lightly, blinked, and hurried away.

Instead of covering up the traces of a few days ago, the bladed wind polished them to the point where they looked like mirrors, reflecting the sun in the bright sun.

Wu Ke looked at these sword marks a little distractedly, not caring about the pain in his eyes from the sun's stinging.

The people are not there, but the bones are still there.

This is the sword, the sword that he can't reach.

It turns out that these are not difficult for manpower, it turns out that the seniors deliberately lost to him.

But what do you mean?

He stood there in a daze, his expression suddenly lost, bitter, self-deprecating, sad, helpless, and finally gradually relieved and calm.

After a long time, he turned his head and said, "Don't follow me, old man, I figured it out." ”

Zhang Ran frowned slightly and looked at him.

I saw Wu Ke untie the sword at his waist, slowly walk towards the stone wall at the mouth of the Hurricane Gorge, and then stand still.

The long sword was unsheathed, and it was set against the stone wall with a crisp sound.

"When the old man comes to fetch it in the future, he should match it. ”

Zhang Ran was stunned, and suddenly laughed heartily, "Old ghost Wu, when you come out with a sword, Lao Tzu will bring a sword to celebrate, and he will never let those rivers and lakes fall into the name of the sword." ”

Then lead the horse and leave.