At this moment, it was already nightfall, but the temperature in the valley was very warm, and both of them were cultivators, so it was not difficult to walk in the dark.

It's just that the more you go inside, the more strange it becomes, hidden in the red flowers and green grass, there are one tombstone after another, these tombstones have no names, some have been broken.

Yama Slope is simply a huge mound, but now it is covered by a thick layer of snow, and it is very difficult to see the fame. What's more, the grave here is very different from other places, and there is really no tombstone. In addition, the grass and trees wither in winter, giving people a feeling of no grass, which is particularly barren and cold.

This is a cemetery, the grass is separated in the middle, and there is a large stone table and several small stone benches, which have been corroded by wind and rain for a long time. There are three graves, and the grass grows more than a foot high, and the pines and cypresses are planted all around, and there is a stone tablet archway in front of it, and the handwriting is blurred.

Everyone is like a mountain, and his ego is entrenched on top of the mountain. Although the mountains are high and low, the self always looks down, even if the self is entrenched on a small grave, it looks down in this way, so everyone feels that they are already the highest.

Different moods can cause people to feel different about the night: cold, lonely, solemn, or romantic, quiet, and warm

But there is no resentment here, everything seems harmonious and quiet.

This kind of moonlight, everything is so wonderful, everything is so quiet, so peaceful

Void is the foundation of all beauty and goodness. Just as distance produces beauty, inaction and silence are also the primordial states of goodness.

There is no sadness, no trouble, no hatred, no jealousy, only serenity, harmony, peace, serenity

Everything is so silent, and I like silence and I am already silent in silence.

Everything, quiet, simple and serene, makes people feel a little sad, but also has a kind of peace and calm

A few jewels in the sky glowed faintly, everything was so quiet and harmonious, and the whole world responded to this quiet night

The days are flowing quietly now, and under the cover of goose feathers and snow, it also looks extraordinarily quiet, making people unconsciously irritable and gradually calming down, quietly feeling the warmth of winter

Mo Liunian said: "No wonder this place is called the Graveyard of the Gods. ”

As soon as the two of them walked through this cemetery, two plain-clothed women came, they looked at Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian, and reprimanded: "Who are you who dare to boldly break into this place." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Two girls, my brother is highly poisonous, and we are here to seek medical treatment." ”

One of the older women asked, "How did you get in?"

Xiao Banxian naturally didn't tell the truth, but said: "When I was young, I came with my relatives and asked the girl to report." After speaking, he looked at the two girls with pleading eyes.

Xiao Banxian made this gesture with such a appearance, and the heart of the iron beat would also soften, and the young woman turned red directly, and the older woman said: "You wait here, don't go any further." ”

The great god beat a few drums, and the two gods said a few words to the great god. Look at the lively man, you look at him, he looks at you. Although I don't know what is going on, whether this little Song Jiawei is dead or alive. But it didn't look at the excitement in vain, in the end, it was an eye-opener and a sight of the world, and it was finally not without gain.

As soon as the little half-fairy heard the play, he immediately said, "Thank you two sisters." ”

Li Xian was proud, and when he heard Cuiliu's words, he didn't taste right, so he just pondered, and immediately came to his senses, daring to love this girl is saying that he Li Xian is silver-like wax spear head, his eyes widened, and he took out the posture of the prince, and he was ready to go crazy, but unexpectedly, as soon as this posture was swinged, the maids laughed even harder, making Li Xian lose his temper.

Seeing that Minglan was casual, her expression was as usual, her attitude was natural and smooth, and she didn't look like she was pretending, but she really didn't put the wealth in front of her in her eyes, and the Wang family couldn't help but be impressed.

The Li family and Xiao Wang family next to them also couldn't help but pick up the handkerchief and cover their mouths and laugh secretly, and the little girls around them also lowered their heads one by one, just looking at their shoulders and shaking vigorously, they knew that they must be snickering at the moment, and they looked so painful.

After the two girls left, Mo Liunian couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, but Xiao Banxian pulled her hand down: "What are you laughing at?"

Mo Liunian hurriedly shook his head: "I just think the boss is powerful." ”

Fu Bao'er stared at her mother in shock, her lips had bitten out a bruise, and she didn't dare to collide with her angry mother after all, and looked at Biluo fiercely, and her teardropping eyes shone with unwilling anger. Mrs. Zhang frowned, pushed away Fu Bao'er, who wanted to step forward again, smiled faintly, and immediately dispersed the fierceness between her eyebrows.

Xiao Banxian said: "Didn't you tell you not to call the boss?"

The beautiful woman, tilting her head, was looking at the scenery here. She suddenly lowered her head and smiled, and before she had time to pull out her handkerchief, she covered her mouth with a veil fluttering in the wind. As she laughed, her electric eyes looked over again. Yanxi went all the way, chasing people, and everyone didn't know it. At this time, when people looked at him, he was a little embarrassed. Suddenly looked down, and then came to his senses.

Mo Liunian stuck out his tongue: "I forgot." ”

Minglan tried to keep her eyes open, very stupid and naïve. The busy maids and women in the house covered their mouths and snickered, Hua Lan's face was red, and she wanted to tear Minglan apart, and she was ashamed to hide out, Minglan blinked innocently and looked at her with big eyes, and said with body language: What's wrong, did I say something wrong.

If you look closely, there is a faint tiredness between his eyebrows, and his face is pale. Shi Yi couldn't help but reach out and wanted to touch his forehead, but he noticed it and raised his eyes slightly to look at her. There was a brief silence. She didn't know whether to withdraw her hand or calmly test the temperature of his forehead. Just when she was wandering in embarrassment, Zhou Shengchen gently leaned forward, cooperated, and stuck to her hand.

He stretched out his black hand and wanted to take it. But he suddenly realized something, and wiped his hand on his clothes several times before reaching out to pick up the copper plate. His hand trembled as it touched mine. There was a heavy love in his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembled, and his Adam's apple rose and fell sharply, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Jinglin's eyes were full of shock, he raised his hand to wipe it, he didn't wipe it, he still had a little water in his mouth, and his eyes quickly turned red. He blinked in a daze, as if he didn't understand, and wanted to open his mouth, but the tip of his tongue was numb and blocked back into words, and for a while only the sound of breathing remained.

However, in these five minutes of still time, Chunhua's fear was better than a minute, and she kept saying that people are coming, people are coming, and finally she opened Xiaoqiu with both hands, her body shrank back, and she shrank away from Xiaoqiu three or four feet away. While brushing her sideburns with her hands, she paused and smiled at Xiaoqiu: "Talking and talking, why are you not honest again? Next time you are not allowed to look like this, if you are like this again, I will ignore you." “

Finally came to the graveyard of the gods, and there was hope to seek medical treatment for Wuji, and the mood of both of them brightened.

The little half-immortal said: "I will ask them to look at your hand later." ”

Mo Liunian said: "It's okay, it's good to recuperate from such a little injury." ”

It snowed last night, and when I woke up today, I saw the sparse snow, which was still falling, and had quietly turned into rain in the air, reminding me that this winter is not over yet.

It was a cloudy day for half a month. Gray clouds, covering the sky, no sun, no blue sky, people walking in the streets, the cold wind on the face, adding a sense of desolation.

He was followed by a group of monks from other families, and when they heard this, they immediately echoed and laughed. The shrine, which had been silent, suddenly became noisy and narrow because of the crowd that poured in. Lan Sichai shook his head secretly. Turning around, he inadvertently glanced at the face of the Celestial Maiden, and his facial features were vaguely visible, and it seemed to be a compassionate smile. However, as soon as he saw this smiling face, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. It's as if I've seen this smiling face somewhere.

When Cang Ji saw this person's back, he sneered lightly. But his eyes were on his back for a long time, and he couldn't pull it away. The man knelt for a long time, and when he got up, he was in a white robe, and turned around and stepped on the white marble platform. In an instant, the mountains were foggy, and the pine waves were lifted, as if thousands of breezes were tied to his fingers, and thousands of pine seas listened to him draw his sword. He stood alone on the stage, his eyes indifferent and his complexion cold and lonely. Let the wind and waves gust, all eyes will be on. He raised his hand slightly, and the swallowing spring sheathed diagonally.

My mother hunched over, led me back two steps, and followed the lady in Tsing Yi to the next seat. Honestly sat beside her mother, sighed softly, and looked out of the water pavilion. Not far away, there is a cool hall in the middle of the lake, and there are bright lights and voices everywhere.

Several people walked out of the elegant room, led by two teenagers, whose appearance was the same ice carving, the same outfit was white Ruoxue, and even the sword spike behind them was the same and swayed with the streamers in the wind, only the temperament and expression were very different. Wei Wuxian immediately recognized that the one with a straight face was Lan Wangji, and the peaceful one must be the other one of the Lan Clan's twin powers, Lan Xichen, the king of Zewu.

Bi Luo stepped along the pedal road to the stone mountain where Fu Jian met on Chinese New Year's Eve, and saw Fu Jian standing alone in the pavilion from a distance, looking at the northwest direction from a distance, from time to time he made unconscious fragmentary coughs, and his body wrapped in a simple green shirt looked even more decrepit and old.

Brother Ying, who was dressed in purple, sat lazily under the tree with a pot of wine, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man in white with a cold face standing in front of her. Mu Yan is already very handsome, the man's handsomeness is no less than Mu Yan, and he is covered with layers of cold moon silver glow, and his face is particularly cold.

The weather was sunny for three or four weeks, and the evenings were warm and the nights were sultry. The stars are so attentive in the sky, so affectionately blinking their eyes.

The temperature in December is dropping every day, except for the noon sun, which brings some warmth to the earth, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the occasional wind is so cold that people shiver.

In the evening, as the evening turns to darkness, there is no crescent moon in the sky, only the lights hanging on the street reflect the sky, but it is too dark. The days are warm, and the nights are starting to get cooler.

Late at night, the temperature plummets. As soon as he stepped out of the dormitory door, Gu Lingxi let out a loud sneeze. On the road, the streetlights, which only exist every long distance, shine dimly in the cold wind that pierces the face. The trees on both sides made a sound of sizzling overhead.

When the last rays of dusk fade, it means the end of another day, the late autumn wind blows with a bone-chilling air, and the gloomy sky means that there will be rain tonight.

Noon is approaching, the snow has finally stopped, but the sky is still cloudy, gray, looking at people feel extremely depressing, the wind is not big, but the cold is tight, blowing on people, freezing panic, coupled with the unique obscure smell of the edict, it is really not a pleasing thing to be in it.

At this time, everything is violently shaking, and it is tending to a state of panic and chaos. The news had only been around for a day, and there were fewer pedestrians on the streets; at night, there was darkness everywhere; the street lights were about to be extinguished; it was obvious that it was not a county town, but only a tomb.

However, she suddenly felt that the emotions in her heart were complicated, and she couldn't tell whether it was hatred, anger, surprise or melancholy. She looked at the sky, where the sun was climbing on the trunks of the trees, and the clouds were blue, which was naturally long before dusk, and even farther away from night.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside. In winter, it gets dark very early, and there is no light at five o'clock, and the cold air also swells up through the cracks in the windows as the night falls.

I always live a life that does not see the light of day, at night there are lights and dreams, during the day, there is not much existence, the sun is actually the same, but it is replaced by air conditioning and four walls.

In the afternoon, the suffocating dust on the road in Beiping in summer was stagnant like fog. Gray streets, gray houses, gray vehicles, gray people—the whole city is shrouded in a solemn and suffocating gray.

Cheng Jia opened the car door and walked to the golden dry grass, looking back and forth, the blue sky and barren grass were uninhabited. She simply fell into the golden grass to bask in the sun, closed her eyes, and the sun dyed her world red. Only the wind is blowing, and the world is very quiet, vast and grand. There is surging power in it.

We sat on the low walls of the cemetery, under the shadow of the pomegranate trees. In a month or two, patches of scorched weeds will cover the hillside, but the rain will last longer than usual that spring, and in early summer it will still be green, scattered with wildflowers.

We walked against the sloping rocks and crumbling walls, and they were withered, and there was not a single weeping willow to be seen. There are a few small purple flowers in the brick cracks, and they are not as eye-catching as those on the West Mountain, and I think that this world has been abandoned.

April passed, and May came, and it was a bright, quiet May. For a whole month, every day the sky was blue, the sun was warm, and the wind was blowing slightly from the west or south. Now the plant was ripe with life, and Lawwood shook off its hair, and it became a green patch, full of flowers, and the skeletons of great elms, beech trees, and oak trees were alive

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