Before the last rays of sunset set on the mountain, I finally came to the top of the snowy mountain, standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, there was still a vast snow under the mountain, where there was a little bit of people who could live.

Look at the sun setting, the twilight is thick in the shade, everywhere is a vast stream of smoke, only the east side of the high mountain still has a piece of sunset, but on the west side of the mountain can not see where the sun sets, only a few wisps of sunset are very bright, smearing the clear sky.

At this time, the sun is slanting to the west, and a few rays of sunlight pass through the colorful glow of the western sky, illuminating the earth vividly.

On the contrary, on the northern side of the mountain range, it seems to be vast, only the shadows are shaking, as if the night in the south of the mountain has opened very early.

In a short time, the entire southern side of the mountain was sunk into the shadow of night. Pedestrians are on the dividing line between the two realms, and the contrast between light and darkness is vividly seen.

They looked out at the vast and almost completely unfamiliar ground, and they could not help but feel a sense of sorrow in their hearts.

Cheng Jia turned his head and saw that the clouds and mist in the mountain had risen, covering the mountainside and the foot of the mountain, and only the triangular white snow-capped summit was left floating in the air.

The sun sets over the peaks on its side, and the blood-red sun shines on the snow-capped mountains.

Half bright red, half silver-white, like a city in the sky.

We saw the sun set between the two peaks to the west of the house and then disappear over the horizon.

He saw another one: at dusk, the vast snow-capped mountains stretched into the distance, and the ashes of the sheepskin burning fire were left, and he stood by the ashes.

The twilight was heavy, and only the last trace of red light remained in the western sky.

Under the guidance of the Daystar, we traveled all the way south, day after day, from the lack of the moon to the full moon. At dusk of the eleventh sunset, I climbed a high hill and looked into the distance, my lips trembling slightly, tears streaming down my eyelashes.

In the morning, the clouds that covered the sky were overcast again, pressing low on the distant mountains, flattening all the peaks, and the Elun steppe appeared flatter and more oppressive. Snow froth in the sky, and the wind is weak.

After a short time, the allure fell at the foot of a lonely mountain that went straight into the clouds, and when you looked up, the whole mountain was like a white stone, the snow flickered, and every mountain wall was like a sharp knife stuck in the ground, extremely steep. It was only at the foot of the mountain, and the cold was already blowing.

Before you know it, night falls. The mountains in the distance gradually blurred into a gray-black shadow. There was a faint sound like the wind blowing, presumably the sound of water flowing in the canyon.

If there were no abrupt cliffs above the grassy slopes, it would be a picturesque place. The inward curve of the cliff rises majestically, reaching into the sky. Looking up, I could only see a glimmer of sky, and the faint light could not dispel the shadows that were accumulating deeper and deeper on the ground. Darkness enveloped the place, shadows enveloped Dylan, and she couldn't help but shiver.

After the sun had set, the field waited patiently for a long time under the purple clouds. On the tips of the grass in Mangang, the sun has not burned out sparks. The night came and went all summer. It wasn't until it finally put those golden-gray fireflies into its black pockets one by one and crawled tiredly to rest that the blue sky suddenly disappeared.

He climbed the gentle slope on the north bank of the river, lay down, and looked south. The great ring of hills to the south blocked his view, and he could not see beyond the south, which was his horizon, his dreamy mountains, the limits of his gaze, and beyond that, there was nothing worth seeing or knowing.

The sun has long been hidden, and the moon has not yet come out. The night, like a wide curtain, quietly opened, covering the mountains, rivers and fields. For a moment, the mountains in the distance, the houses and trees in the vicinity, all changed from clear to blurred. High in the sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.

When I walked to the bottom of the mountain and looked up, the mountain was looming, hiding behind the clouds and mist, and I felt that the mountain was in the void

Further on, I saw that the old river was shining, and the winter sun was red and hanging low in the sky. The otter was familiar with all the trails, and he was responsible for leading them in a straight line to a fence gate in the distance. They rested there, and when they looked back, they saw that the behemoth of the wild forest, densely layered, tight, gloomy, embedded in the endless white field, seemed so terrifying.

Mo Liunian asked, "Why is there nothing here?"

She didn't change much, she still smiled heartily and thoroughly, like a leisurely white cloud in the sky. But she still vaguely felt some changes—she had grown taller and thinner, but there was no hint of weakness. The previous reckless and silly boy-like stupidity disappeared, and it seemed calm and restrained, like a delicate rough stone polished with brilliance, but it was stored in a box, and it was easy not to leak the light.

Xiao Banxian frowned, the jade pendant in his hand is indeed getting brighter and brighter, there should be no mistake, Xiao Banxian stared at the jade pendant, his heart moved, and he twisted the beads in the phoenix's mouth.

Sure enough, he could twist it, and the little half-immortal unscrewed the jade bead, and a white light suddenly came out of the phoenix's mouth, and the place that was irradiated by the white light not far away produced a faint fluctuation like water lines.

A beautiful woman, dressed in her beloved green clothes, lay quietly on it, her face looked a little pale in the white cold air that floated up, as if it was also transparent, and there was a cold beauty! She put her hands crossed in front of her, and in the palm of her hand, as if it had been connected to her body, was a small golden bell, shining with a strange light, as if staring at the world.

Chang'an in autumn is the most beautiful time of the year. Along both sides of Suzaku Street, the leaves of the maple trees slowly turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to red. Finally, the dazzling red jumps abruptly, adding a thin layer of gilt between the edges. The whole city suddenly became resplendent in gold, as if it were shrouded in clouds, like a dream.

At this moment, a bright light erupted behind the people. Chu Huan couldn't help but close his eyes, and it took a long time to recover, and when he looked back, he saw that with a certain corner of the mountain as the center, it emitted a white light like the sun in the middle of the sky, so strong that it was almost scorching, enveloping the entire mountain in it.

This is the real knife movement! The sleeping knife seemed to emit a clear dragon groan, the sharp light of the knife flashed, and the people around him also held their breath, and even the movement in Zhu Wenshang's hand was stiff. The knife was wrapped with white spiritual power and flew towards the green vegetables. Everyone couldn't see how it moved, only to see the crumbs of the green vegetables flying down like emerald jade, Yin gradually raised his hand, it was a burst of white mist, and when the smoke faded, they saw where there were still green vegetables in the original place, obviously two frolicking jade dragons with round pearls, the pearls were more like liquid in the crystal flowing, faint mist lingering, and it was even more picturesque.

The little half-immortal immediately understood, it turned out to be an enchantment.

A stone staircase slowly took shape under their feet, the stone steps were very long, there was no end in sight, leading to an unknown realm, holding Mo Liunian's wrist, and walking up the steps steadily.

At this moment, a large cloud of mist magically appeared at the bottom of the valley, surging, rushing, gathering, and becoming a larger mass, like a silent wave rushing towards the rock where we were, and before we could react, it filled the entire valley, and the green that was full of green just now became a white expanse. The steep cliffs and tall peaks are gone.

Because it was early in the morning, the fog on the river was so thick that it was impossible to see what was going on the other side, only a gray fog, and the boat kept moving towards the fog, unable to see the ahead, which made people feel a little dazed for no reason.

There was nothing but a vast expanse of snow white, not even a single fold to be found. When you are traveling elsewhere, you always have to find a target for yourself in each section, keep an eye on a tree, rush over, and then stare at a stone and rush through. Here, even if you open your eyes, you can't see a target, not even a dead leaf or a black spot. So, I had to raise my head and look at the sky.

In the darkness, a hard thing blocked his way, and he suddenly stood and recognized that it was a stone, the stone steps next to the small pavilion, this was the lowest level of the stone steps, and to climb the small pavilion and enjoy the whole lake, stepping on this stone step was the first step. On the long road of career, the new moon has already taken its first step, but unfortunately, it is only the first step, and it has stopped.

It's a bit like in a dream, with gray fog in front of you and a thick fog behind you.

Entering the labyrinth is like entering another world. The maze was quiet, except for the sound of the two of them breathing, only the footsteps of the two of them. There are lights on both sides of the passage at intervals, barely providing them with light. The lighting makes the shadows cast by the stone walls more and more mottled, making it more difficult to judge the direction. For a moment, it was as if I had entered some terrible dream.

In the silence, darkness crept in, the sky gradually darkened, and a few disciples passed by here, but soon found that the atmosphere here was not quite right, and quickly retreated, and later, as the last light of dusk gradually disappeared, even if they raised their eyes into the distance, the vision of the distant sky was slowly blurred.

After walking a few steps, there was already a fog in front of him, and he could only see the stone steps under his feet, and the little half-immortal said, "Be careful." ”

Mo Liunian said: "Well, you tighten me." ”

After walking a stick of incense, the fog in front of me is all dispersed, and there is a lush green in the eyes, among the green, there are also dotted with red, white, purple flowers of various colors, such as a colorful carpet, which is very beautiful.

After about a pillar of incense, the momentum eased slightly, and then looked at the nine-storied pagoda, the tower shadow was confused, as if hidden behind a thick fog. She took two steps forward, and the tower flickered, suddenly seeping out of every crevice, and the light was too bright to be seen. But it didn't last long, the ground was extinguished, the clouds cleared, and the sky instantly returned to clarity, as if the thrilling just now was just an illusion.

The Scripture Pavilion was a little far away from where he lived, and on the other side of the mountain, after walking for half an hour, he saw a tall tower in the distance, the light flowing, and bursts of coercion emanating from within, enveloping all directions.

Zhou Kun looked around, only to find that this is a sandy beach, facing the blue water in front of the jungle, the sky can not be seen overhead, only the gray smoke and dust, but there is light projected down, forming a layer of light with seven colors above the water surface, quite a bit of the taste of the fairyland.

As he walked into Xiangyun Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, there were bursts of medicinal incense mixed in the mist, smelling it was pleasing to the eye, as if the whole body was warm, Bai Xiaochun immediately felt extraordinary, and quickly took a big breath, and gradually the three-layer cultivation of condensation qi in the body that had not been refined for several months was active a lot. Li Qinghou, who was walking in front, did not look back, but his eyes showed a sense of joy, and he felt that Bai Xiaochun's cultivation speed for more than a year was acceptable.

That was the first time he touched the oppressive secret realm of this world, Cheng Qian didn't know what Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague voice, at this time the sunset sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain, this mountain full of aura was full of some kind of echo of wanting to talk, countless people gathered countless voices, Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, it seemed that at that moment, it was the distant past and the vague future whispering across the years, and he desperately wanted to hear clearly, but those words were like quicksand in the years, and he left him behind lightly。

The moonlight was hazy, sprinkled on his face, and there was a misty smoke on his body, his purple eyes flashed with starlight, staring at me in a daze, and in an instant, my god was taken away, and my soul was taken by it, and I finally understood why people called him the Purple Moon Prince, and he was no less beautiful than the moonlight under the moonlight.

"This is the graveyard of the gods. Mo Liunian excitedly grasped the arm of the little half-immortal.

The stone steps are gone here, and the jade pendant no longer shines, and the little half-fairy is also attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him, it should be, the little half-fairy didn't expect this place to be so beautiful.

It's just that what shocked him even more was that this couldn't be regarded as an enchantment anymore, this was directly a new world, just like the creation of the Ancient Mansion.

"The world is impermanent, the time is also, fate, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Li Xian held the notebook in his hand, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and let out a long sigh.

Every turn in my fate seems to be due to the brilliance of that moment, the beauty of a moment. Like the flowers in the garden, I wait quietly, I have nothing to do, I only have the person who attracts the flowers, waiting for him to do something: either abandon me and step into the mire, or pick me and smell it and raise it in a jade bottle. Like a painting on the wall: if no one stops to look at it, there will be only dust.

At the last moment, the world was upside down, the rocks were like rain, and in an instant, he rushed in and grabbed her waist, such a chaotic situation, such a critical moment, she didn't remember anything at the time, but at this moment it seemed to be clearly seen, he looked down and glanced at her. So deep, as deep as the abyss of falling snow, his face bowing down to her was like jade and snow, still like a smile and a smile like a flower's romantic lips, all kinds of hatred and resentment in the past were solidified into three inches of light at this moment, an inch of heaven, an inch of hell, she was in the middle.

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