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Autumn is getting deeper, and the chill is getting stronger.

Soon it will be the end of the year.

The clear stream shimmers with a golden color and gurgles through, flowing through the grass and trees, and flowing through the fallen leaves on the rockside, not restrained or confined by the stones.

Beside the stream, the majestic palace stands like a rock of Mount Tai, and above the attic, three are like a divine dragon and a miracle-like gilded character flashing with golden light.

Forget the Worries.

In the attic, a golden-robed man stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, his deep eyes staring at the hazy distant mountains, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Outside the attic, a person suddenly said, "King Qi, are you looking for me?"

The golden-robed man said in a deep voice, "Come in." ”

Immediately afterwards, a man in a black shirt slowly walked outside the attic, paused in his steps, and knelt on the ground in front of the back of King Luo Tianming.

King Qi's henchman, Feng Ling.

Luo Tianming's gaze retracted from the distant mountain and landed on a nearby maple tree.

The autumn wind blows, rolling up the maple leaves, whirling and whirling.

A bright red maple leaf fell impartially, and happened to fall at Luo Tianming's feet.

Luo Tianming bent down and wanted to pick it up, but the maple leaves seemed to have some kind of resonance with the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves were blown away after the wind passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost gone.

Feng Ling's body spread out like a wild goose, jumped out of the attic, flew up, and caught the previous 'rush away' maple leaf impartially among the maple leaves in the sky.

After a flash, Feng Ling returned to the attic and said, "King Qi." ”

As he spoke, Feng Ling handed the maple leaf back to Luo Tianming.

Luo Tianming picked up the maple leaf and played with it, and after being silent for a while, he said casually: "Feng Ling, it will be the end of the year soon." ”

Feng Ling nodded: "Yes." ”

Luo Tianming stared at the stream not far away, and said quietly: "The thirteen-year period is coming, and it is time for him to come back." ”

Feng Ling naturally knew who Luo Tianming's 'he' was referring to, thirteen years ago, he fought with King Luo on the top of Xuansheng Mountain, the dean of Nanxi Study, Zhuang Nantian.

Feng Ling swallowed his throat and said in a trembling voice: "But we haven't found any trace of King Luo yet. ”

With a flash of his eyes, Feng Ling Huo Ran raised his head, and then said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, King Luo is dead. ”

In the stream, the maple leaves were scattered, Luo Tianming took a deep breath, and there was a bone-chilling cold air in his sharp eyes like a knife.

Feng Ling lowered his head and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

The frost on Luo Tian's face disappeared in an instant, and he smiled lightly: "Get up, I don't blame you." ”

Feng Ling hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you, King Qi." ”

Luo Tianming pinched the maple leaf in his hand, and said, "How is the situation on the right side?"

Feng Ling said: "Everything is going well. After thinking for a moment, Feng Ling continued: "King Qi, aren't you worried that that thing will leak out of the mouth of the right minister?"

The smile on Luo Tianming's face disappeared instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "I believe that he has a sense of proportion in his heart, and he knows very well what to say and what not to say." ”

After being silent for a moment, Luo Tianming asked again, "What about Qiu Nanzhi?"

Feng Ling said: "The trace is unknown. ”

Luo Tianming's profound face suddenly froze, and he said coldly: "Does the right minister know his traces?"

Feng Ling shook his head: "The right minister doesn't know." ”

Luo Tian's five fingers were clenched tightly together, and he said slowly: "Find it within three days, and you are not allowed to leave the Right Prime Minister's Mansion before the end of the year." ”

Feng Ling clenched his fists: "Yes." ”

The voice fell, and Feng Ling stretched out again, slowly exiting the Forget Worry Pavilion.

Luo Tianming was still standing in front of the window, his back looking very lonely and lonely.

It was overcast, the clouds were getting heavier, and there were still a few leaves on the maple branches fighting against the west wind, but it was only a dying struggle.

It won't be long before they fall apart.

Luo Tianming looked at the stream not far away, a cold smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "The maple leaves that fall will float on the water, and those that don't fall will sink to the bottom of the water and become food for fish and shrimp." ”

With a wave of his hand, the maple leaf between Luo Tianming's fingers swayed down, fell into the stream, and sank to the bottom of the water.

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In the late autumn afternoon, it gets dark very quickly.

Xiao Che sat on the window and read quietly, sometimes closing his eyes and pressing his temples with his hands, his lips pursed slightly, as if he was counting the words that came into his mind.

Suddenly, I heard a roar in the distance.

Xiao Che's eyes widened, he looked into the distance, and couldn't help frowning, and said, "Big monster, didn't you go back to the grass hall with Dazhi to get clothes, why did you come back?"

After a flash, the big monster appeared beside Xiao Che like a ghost, the big beast pupils were full of urgency, constantly pulling Xiao Che's white shirt, and there was a deep muffled sound in his mouth: "Roar!

Listening to the muffled sound in the mouth of the big monster, Xiao Che Huo Ran stood up and changed color: "Xiao Hong has an accident?"

The monster nodded again and again.

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Outside the Divine Capital.

It often only takes three or two words for two women to become friends between two strange women, but sometimes it only takes one sentence to turn against each other.

They have their own world of principles, and this world is often not understood by all men.

Xiao Hong and the woman opposite her are naturally bound by this 'world'.

"Whew!"

The sound of the wind breaking through the clothes resounded, and the poignant blue sword light was like a dragon shearing, folding three times in the air, and slashing down from the void.

Xiao Hong fell upside down, and the same sword slashed out, like a shocking rainbow, like a lightning switch, facing the sword blade of the woman in front of her.

At the same time, Xiao Hong smiled happily and said: "Wu Qingyao, I haven't seen you for so long, but your strength has improved a lot, and you really deserve the name of a martial idiot." ”

Wu Qingyao didn't speak, her eyes were full of red, as if she was burning with flames.

Her eyes were big and bright, but she didn't seem to have the slightest emotion, only cold moves and body movements.

Xiao Hong sighed lightly: "You are still as silent as before. ”

As he spoke, the blades of the two stabbed out head-on, and an endless sharp aura rippled out from the cold and shining sword body.

The wind suddenly sounded, as if it was wailing bitterly.

Xiao Hong's posture suddenly changed, and the spring-like five fingers pinched the hilt of the sword and turned it upside down, but just as he was about to touch the long sword in Wu Qingyao's hand, he quietly dodged the past.

Wu Qingyao's beautiful eyes condensed, and she instantly reacted and wanted to turn around, but her old strength was not exhausted, where would she have the opportunity to retreat, at this moment, the long sword in Xiao Hong's hand had been gently slashed on her shoulder blade.

A string of agate-like red beads quietly splashed out, sparkling in the twilight that was about to fall.

Xiao Honglian paused, landed on the dust road like a mountain stopping at a mountain, and said with a smile: "Wu Qingyao, I am also a woman, women watch women take a bath, why do you bother?"

Wu Qingyao staggered to a halt, staring at Xiao Hong with her red eyes, and said coldly: "Because you said something that shouldn't be said." ”

Xiao Hongjiao smiled: "I remember I said a lot of ...... at that time"

The soft eye waves flowed gently, and Xiao Hong's beautiful eyes looked Wu Qingyao's delicate figure up and down, and said with a smile: "Is it that ......?"

Wu Qingyao shouted, "Shut up!"

Before the words fell, Wu Qingyao had already stabbed at Xiao Hong with three life-killing swords, Xiao Hong's words really didn't continue, she kept changing her posture, and methodically dodged the sword light that Wu Qingyao slashed out.

Xiao Hong took the time to smile and said: "I just said it casually, why should you take it seriously? Self-confidence is the most important decoration of a woman." ”

Wu Qingyao's face was red and hot, and she said angrily: "When I scratch your face, you can talk to me about confidence again." ”

"Whew!"

As soon as the sword light was displayed, the impermeable sword curtain swept down like thunder.

This sword poured nearly ninety percent of Wu Qingyao's strength, if it weren't for the fact that her nephrite-like shoulder blade had already been stabbed by Xiao Hong with a wound before, I was afraid that her sword would be faster.

Xiao Hong didn't avoid it, but this sword was really too fast, and his head suddenly became blank, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat, but at this moment, Wu Qingyao's sword almost came.

In such a suffocating moment, Xiao Hong actually dispersed the aura around her body, lowered the jade sword in her hand, cried loudly like a child, closed her eyes tightly and said, "I admit defeat, I was wrong." ”

In the void less than a fist away from Xiao Hong's warm and jade-like cheeks, the long sword in Wu Qingyao's hand suddenly stopped, and the blade of the sword hung in the air.

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