The wind is light and cloudy, but it can't hide the gloom of the cold star and waning moon.

On the silent Baizhang Qiongtai, a flower tree, a pot of wine, and a stone table, but there were two speechless people.

A cool breeze hung over the trees.

The mood is like two or three pieces of residual red that fall.

Flowers bloom and fall, years and years are like this, but hand in hand, the past is like a dream.

After a long time, Xuan Qingzhen took a deep breath, as if to relieve his heavy mood, and then said lightly: "Xiaobai, there is one more thing, I don't know if you can tell me?"

Yun Dongbai lowered his gaze, shook his head slightly, frowned slightly, and sighed: "Ask, the matter has come to this, nothing is important, where is there anything that should not be asked?"

Xuan Qingzhen seemed to feel something, and he also raised his eyes to look at Yun Dongbai, nodded lightly, and muttered for a while before he said again: "I want to know, where did you meet Feng Shaoxia and Miss Chu." ”

Hearing this, Yun Dongbai was slightly stunned for a moment, followed by a miserable smile on the corner of his mouth, shook his head lightly, and said in a trembling voice with some astringency: "Unexpectedly, the matter has come to this, and Xuan Qingzhen is still thinking about the safety of the right way in the world." ”

In fact, in Yun Dongbai's view, what the Xuan Qing Zhenren asked was not something that could not be spoken, but this situation, thinking of the past, vaguely seemed to see the Xuan Qing Zhenren Qiu Baiyi who turned away again, and couldn't help but have a trace of resentment in his heart. Therefore, even though she wanted to tell Xuan Qingzhen at the beginning, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly didn't want to say it, but her lips moved lightly twice, but she turned her gaze into the distance, which was the direction of the Bridge of Regret.

It seemed that the thick fog that had never been there before, tumbling and spreading, had completely swallowed the Guiyun Confession Bridge, Yundong Bai turned his words, and suddenly said: "Look over there, do you still remember the way you came?"

Xuan Qingzhen was stunned, followed Yun Dongbai's gaze, and understood that the "road to come" that Yun Dongbai was referring to was naturally not the bridge to Yunyun, and he didn't say anything at the moment, but frowned slightly, faintly revealing a hint of emotion.

After a while, Yun Dongbai's bright eyes flickered, staring at the Guiyun Confession Bridge in the thick fog, and said lightly: "Back then, the ancestor of Guiyun made a promise to become a bridge, but at that time, the ancestor was waiting at the end of the bridge. He took a deep breath and said, "Who would have thought that one day, a woman named Yundongbai would wait at this end of the bridge, and it would take hundreds of years to wait." Speaking of the back, her tone was a little aggravated, as if there was infinite resentment in her heart, and she didn't vomit or be unhappy.

"A lot of times, I know you're on the other side of the bridge, and even if you can't see it, it's a satisfaction. Because I firmly believe that one day, you will come and you will accompany me back to the past. As he spoke, Yun Dongbai's voice was slightly choked, but he didn't cry again.

"But today, when you get to the end of the bridge, you tell me that I had a dream, and that I have been dreaming for hundreds of years. Speaking of this, Yun Dongbai lowered his head, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress his feelings.

After a long time, Yundong Bai Fang raised his head again, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Perhaps, I should be grateful to you, thank you for coming over and waking me up, telling me not to look forward to it anymore, not to waste time anymore." ”

After speaking, Yun Dongbai slowly took a small step forward, raised his head, looked at the sky, and sighed: "But do you understand, sometimes, it is happier not to know than to know." ”

Hearing this, Xuan Qingzhen's face moved slightly, his chest also rose and fell a little, he took a quick breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Little white ......."

After a long time, Yun Dongbai retracted his gaze and looked at Xuan Qingren again, but his eyes suddenly became a little more flat, and continued: "Perhaps, I should have thought that you would definitely cultivate the Great Dao. After being silent for a moment, Yun Dongbai indifferently continued with a wry smile: "I don't know if in the eyes of a Dao Attained Immortal like you, a person like me wandering on this shore is ridiculous and pitiful. ”

As he spoke, Yun Dongbai stretched out his slender jade hand, gently picked up a piece of residual red that fell on the stone table, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, as if that was the fate he saw, and he whispered: "At this time, I understood, I understood, I realized that what has accompanied me for so many years is not the Xuan Qingzhen people at the other end of the Guiyun Confession Bridge, nor the autumn white clothes that I think about day and night, but a dream that I have woven for myself, a dream that can never be realized." ”

The bleak autumn wind seems to blow through people's hearts and sentimental hearts, making Baizhang Qiongtai in sadness a little more sad.

The wind blew the flowers and fell everywhere, and suddenly, I heard Yun Dongbai say again: "I can tell you what you ask, I met them when I was picking morning dew at the bottom of the mountain, and that place should be not far from Zhouyang Bridge." ”

Xuan Qingzhen has been looking at Yun Dongbai silently, as if he didn't expect that Yun Dongbai would suddenly mention such a sentence, and he was stunned for a moment, before he whispered: "Then they should still be in Tiantai Mountain." ”

Yundong Bai didn't say anything, as if she hadn't heard what Xuan Qingzhen said, raised her hand and gently let go of the residual red, watched it spin leisurely, and then said: "Do you remember the set of swordsmanship we practiced together back then." ”

Hearing this, Xuan Qingzhen came back to his senses from his contemplation, raised his eyes to look at Yun Dongbai, and said with a smile: "How don't you remember, we have been arguing for a long time in order to name the swordsmanship, but in the end it has not been decided." As he spoke, he shook his head and smiled: "Back then, it was really childish and ridiculous." ”

Yun Dongbai's face moved slightly, but he said: "But that is also the most innocent and nostalgic day." As he spoke, he paused for a moment, looked at Xuan Qingzhen with his eyes, and said lightly: "Hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, but now, I don't know if we can practice together again?"

Seeing that Xuan Qingzhen didn't speak, he just stood quietly and looked at himself. Yundong Bai took a step back, came to the Yunjin azalea tree, stood facing the Xuan Qing Zhenren, the light in his hand flashed, a four-foot-long fairy sword was already in his hand, the sleeve robe was lightly swinged, and he made a start-up gesture, with a solemn appearance, and said in a deep voice: "The first meal Xia and spit fog, this sword is called Meal Xia." ”

Xuan Qingzhen saw it in his eyes, a trace of subtle emotion flashed on his face, he stared at Yun Dongbai and looked at it, his heart was constricted, his robe waved, and a six-foot-long fairy sword was also shining in his hand, stretching out his arm to draw a circle gently, and he also made a gesture, and said solemnly: "The final Ling Xuan is reflected, and the name of this sword is Ling Xu." ”

Two fairy swords, two people who have reunited after hundreds of years, look at each other.

In an instant,

Time flies, flashing back to the past, it seems to be heard before the moon before the flowers, who promised the earth and the sky;

The years have passed, the red dust has ended, with a bit of melancholy, and there is no choice but to wait for the return and departure.

Yundong's white eyes are like flowing water, his posture is light, he stands on one foot, his sleeve robe is flicked, and a sword is slowly stabbed out.

Xuan Qingzhen's eyes were full, immersive, like a rock, his wrist flipped over, and he returned a sword, if he left.

Yundong Bai is on the right, and Xuan Qing Zhenren is on the left;

Yundong Bai raised his sword and pointed to the sky, and Xuan Qing people held a sword and painted the ground;

Yundong Bai Jianfeng to the left, Xuanqing Zhenren to the right;

The white sword of Yundong is soothing, and the sword aura of the Xuanqing people is fierce;

Two clusters of sword light, two dancing figures, flickered slightly on the ancient Qiongtai.

A sword and a spring and autumn, a drink and a Chinese year.

Like butterflies fluttering and dancing, like eagles spreading their wings and flying.

Gradually, the two clusters of sword light touched each other, penetrated each other, entered each other, and finally merged together and turned into one.

The two of them are either retracting or releasing it, fast or slow, rigid or soft, on the gloomy Qiongtai platform, they are performing a magnificent alluring sword dance!

The sword intent is long, like tenderness and honey, like a whisper between lovers, and it is a whisper in the ear.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sword flowers are blooming, circling around the two of them, and it seems that there is a lot of laughter and sorrow.

Sometimes, flying high is like a magpie bird startling branches;

Sometimes, it dances lightly like a swallow returning to its nest.

One will be like a high mountain, and the other will be like a flowing water soup.

The sharp edges intersect, the sound of the sword is sonorous, as if you are under siege, and like a boat in the sea of love, it is the constant entanglement on the Sansheng Stone.

Right and wrong, love and hate, separation and unity, are all wrapped around the cold blade.

Gradually, the two of them have already surpassed their minds in sword movement, not people are using swords, but love is controlling swords, there are no tricks, there is no rehearsal, but the two sides have been transcendent, you come and go, and the cooperation is seamless.

You have me, I have you, you are me, and I am you.

Dancing, dancing, people are swords, swords are people, swordsmanship contains lovesickness, hard work, loneliness and loneliness.

Dancing, dancing, people are no longer human, swords are not swords, and a joys and sorrows, love and hatred are deduced in swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the Xuanqing real person stepped on the ground in a lunge, like a bow shooting at the moon, and the Ling Xuan long sword grew obliquely, slightly upward. Yundong is as white as a light swallow in the palm of his hand, flying and hovering in the air, and the Xia Sword stands on the Ling Xuan Sword.

Time deliberately froze at that moment, as if leaving a beautiful silhouette for this pair of lovers who have been entangled for hundreds of years.

Everything was lonely, everything was holding its breath, even the mountain fog was solidified, waiting quietly, waiting for the final swan song.

Then, Xuan Qingzhen's wrist was raised upward, Yun Dongbai held the sword and pressed down at the same time, and the sword body of the Xia sword bent out a graceful arc, reflecting the dazzling Xuanguang.

Yun Dongbai took advantage of the momentum to bounce upward, and in the cold night sky, like a flying fairy, his purple clothes fluttered, and his long hair flew in the wind.

The remnant red that was rolled up on the ground floated up and flew like a sky falling, accompanied by Yun Dongbai's side.

Yundong white people in the air, affectionately closed their eyes, felt the cluster, as if soaring in the sky, floating around, and made the most beautiful dance.

A mood stretches here.

A lifetime of time passes here.

However, no matter how beautiful the melody is, there is a song, and no matter how beautiful the dance is, there is an end.

It's like a bird that has retracted its wings after a happy drench.