A thunderstorm poured down, which seemed to bury that summer day, and also buried all the people who chased and killed the white. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yucheng's interception and killing finally made a noise about the name of the white cloth, and now he is no longer just a famous young man in white, but a demon sword fairy who everyone fears. The legend about him was spread by the local government officials, perhaps because it was finally discovered that it was really impossible to kill this threat that could not be ignored, and the people of the Imperial City Division thought of revenge by slandering his reputation.

But as the old saying goes, people with a bad reputation to a certain extent will live longer and more comfortably. After all, there are not many people who will resolutely commit suicide knowing that they will die.

It's like being cut off by a sword compared to jumping off a cliff, most people will choose to jump off a cliff, one has a chance to survive, and the other will definitely die. Although most of the endings of the two are just death.

On the way back, the breeze is eternal, blowing red. Aya, who took the lead, seemed to really accept her fate, and stayed by Baiyi's side with peace of mind, letting him laugh wantonly, saying that she had earned a concubine who was upside down. It's just that this little concubine has a very tender face, and she is unwilling to warm the bed, which loses a lot of indescribable pleasure.

"There's always a reason why you don't want to go. Bai Yi asked casually, but was met with Aya's eyes. It's not that she is unreasonable, but since she pretended to be a ghost in the Yuwang Temple, the decadence of the white clothes can no longer be hidden, and it leaks out from all sides, and she has never concealed it.

It's like when he was asking a question, he was also lying on his back on the back of a galloping horse, although this position was very bumpy, and Aya on the side did not stop waiting for him, but deliberately galloped, hoping that the howling wind would blow the lazy guy off his horse. But the white clothes really seemed to be glued to the horse's back, without the slightest bumpy feeling, but extremely comfortable and peaceful.

"Could it be that you want to drive me away?" Aya asked viciously, frowning her beautiful embroidered eyebrows. Although it is said that words such as concubines are just a means to dispel strangeness between familiar and strange friends, it still sounds mostly resentful and unhappy.

Why do I have to be your concubine instead of a wife?

Is the newly crowned princess so good?Or is it too late for us to meet? Shouldn't it be the two of us who met first?

The grievances and grievances in his stomach all turned into a burning flame. The sassy and heroic Aya easily pulled out her spear from behind her, and a shadow of a spear stabbed at the still lazy white clothes in an instant, anyway, she knew that such a casual stab would not hurt him.

"Speak well, what kind of hands do you move?" Bai Yi just laughed, and then watched the shadow of the spear pass the tip of his nose. He didn't hide, and Aya wouldn't really hurt him anyway. If it is said that in the face of today's Yanhe, it is really necessary to raise one hundred and twenty hearts to be wary, but when facing Aya, she does not need it, because she really can't do anything.

Just like the shot that pierced his chest when they met before, it actually swept through the space under the lobes of the lungs, but it pierced the flesh, and the real point was not hurt at all. Aya's gun seems to be bold and rude, but in fact, her grasp of distance is more stable than her words.

She is a real martial arts genius, and she is different from someone like him.

Just saying this, the fight between the two is just an embellishment on the road, of course Bai Yi understands that although he also killed someone, although he did pass on his warning to His Majesty the Emperor through words and peace, but some people just don't believe in fate. Or that some people value the dignity of the royal family more than the life of their majesty, and they will not easily give in and cry without seeing the coffin board.

When the danger of life does not fall on oneself, no one believes in fate. It's like everyone knows that the destiny of heaven is the highest, but they are still unwilling to surrender, but they are clamoring all day long, changing their lives against the sky.

The Mandate of Heaven is not a plaything to be bullied, and isn't the so-called retribution exactly such a thing? It's not that the time has not yet come.

However, having said so much, the woman who stood in front of him and Aya still wouldn't get out of the way, after all, what Bai Yi saw in her eyes was a generous and heroic spirit that was willing to die. This fair girl with a black veil covering her face seems to have come with the determination to die. Of course, what Bai Yi saw was not only her determination to die, but also the jade-like pipa she was holding in her arms, which seemed to be a singing girl.

"Who are you?" asked Ayalema, shouting. The arrogance of the army was all shown in this red-clothed girl in armor. Her performance at this time really has a kind of general demeanor that is not in a hurry or impatient, and it is two different feelings when he is frolicking.

"The slave family Qingge, on the order of King Yu, came to talk about a pipa to the toothless king. The woman holding the pipa naturally won't have any obstacles, since she has even put life and death out of the way, how can she be oppressed by a little momentum. However, what she said made Bai Yi want to laugh a little.

What's the matter, Li Kui saw Ghost Li? The words he said in the Yuwang Temple yesterday were all listened to by others and turned back to him. It's really a newspaper of the world, it came too fast!

It seems that those despicable villains in the Imperial City Division really miss him, and they have to take action to get rid of him as a threat in order to feel at ease. Or they are really fearless, they just don't believe that he will really assassinate His Majesty the Emperor alone.

"What kind of tune do you know? Let me tell you, I'm a toothless king who picks a lot, and I don't have the leisure to listen to what can be heard on the streets. Or, you, a singer, will you still be fairy?" Bai Yi didn't say anything, since they wanted to act, he naturally cooperated, anyway, in the end, he was just a dead person.

Compared with the expected ending, Bai Yi really hasn't heard what it's like to play and sing the pipa. Just like what he said in the temple, it is neither completely true nor completely false, and the real lie must be both true and false, so as to play the role of confusing others. Because of the truth, it is always very abrupt, and it is difficult to hide where you are.

"The king of natural custody is satisfied, this song of the slave family is still a new work, and the title of the song is soul-dementoring. The touching place is like the feeling of seducing the soul, and if you listen to it for a long time, you may lose your soul inadvertently. Please also ask the king not to blame. ”

Although this singer is determined to die, she is also a wonderful person, and when she saw that Bai Yi did not tear her down, she took care of herself and turned the lie back, and she also used words to provoke Bai Yi in advance, as if she had great confidence in her own means.

In the face of such an agitated general, Bai Yi naturally didn't have any angry emotions, he just looked at Aya and planned to let the other party leave first. After all, he himself is indeed immortal, but his little concubine is not, if he dies because of this, where will he find such a heroic but peaceful concubine!

However, Aya ignored Bai Yi's eyes, she made up her mind to advance and retreat with Bai Yi, and she would not be easily shaken. Since Bai Yi thinks that he can carry this song, she can naturally do it too. After all, she hadn't seen anything that could achieve a divine realm with musical instruments in all these years. If it weren't for the Divine Realm, what would she have to be afraid of.

Not everyone is called Lu Baiyi, and not everyone can be called invincible in the same realm.

Bai Yi was not surprised by such resistance, he looked at the silent but irritating sun overhead, and then got up and waved, "Then please start your performance, I'll listen to you." ”

"Yes, my lord. "The singer bows down and does the blessing, just like the opening of those songs.

She hugged her lute, her fingertips green as jade, but she could still see the subtle marks, which were the scars that had been stained on the strings, but also the resentful blood of those who died under this song.

The waist swayed lightly like a willow, dancing with the wind, awakening the silent dust in the old city. The slender singer pressed the strings with her hands, plucked the first note of her first encounter, and set the tone for business. The sound of business is pure and shallow, but it is like a person confiding in it, evoking parting feelings. Fang just met, but he wanted to return, he met again, and parted.

The tune is silent, outlining the mind, Bai Yi is listening to this tune, but he is also listening to the invisible killing machine hidden in the tune by the other party. The only way for people to be sad is to part. And a person's life is nothing but a process of continuous farewell, starting from farewell to the end of farewell. At the beginning is goodbye to death, at the end is goodbye to life, and then the cycle repeats, and the cycle repeats.

At that moment, a burst of trills was rapid, disturbing the peace of the sad dream, but when Bai Yi was about to deal with it, he found that the killing machine that he had clearly detected dissipated in an instant, and there was no trace. The only thing that lingered in my ears was the reverberating trill. And the singer, at this time, is flying into the sky.

The outstanding light skills are like fairies lifting the sun to the sky, making gestures, and indifferently leaving the world. Bai Yi didn't expect that simple dancing could do this. This singer girl seemed to be in the air between the clouds and smoke, stepping down the ladder step by step, and after a while, she had already made the white clothes look up, and her heart was gloomy.

The fairy should be far away, not in the mortal world.

However, do you think that provoking my separation will break my mind? Bai Yi glanced at Aya beside him, and found that she did not seem to be moved by this tune, so she continued to lean lazily on the back of the horse, showing her decadence.

Chivalrous and celebrity, but when I came to the white clothes, I was only depressed. Since the fairy is far away, he buries his head in it, doesn't look at it, doesn't listen, and pretends to be deaf and dumb. If you don't see it, it's naturally not a parting.

The melody of her fingertips gradually rushed and became flustered, and the singer named Qingge was sweating finely, but she never gave up. Although it has not yet shown its effect at this time, the song called the Soul Leader is not so simple. The young man in front of her was a person who was strictly ordered to be killed by the above, and she also made a military order when she came on this trip. So she has long been in the mood of dying together, even if she really dies here, she has no regrets.

Some people live for selfish gain, some people live for kindness and righteousness, and she is the latter. After this song is played, she can be regarded as repaying the kindness that she once couldn't repay. After all, the song called the Dementor was not meant to be played by a living person. Yin soldiers are hooked, and ghosts are dementored, this is the ruthlessness of this song.

He who listens will die, and he who plays will die, and no one can live alone.

"Good tunes, good tunes. Bai Yi suddenly stroked his palms and admired, just a pot of wine, but not a sword. After thinking about it for so long, he finally saw what was terrible about this song, and it was time to draw his sword.

Slightly squinted eyes glanced at Aya, but found that the corners of her mouth were already a little bloodshot, it is estimated that she had not yet realized that the strength of this song was not only silent and mysterious, but also indiscriminately hurt people's internal organs. Even though the internal qi cultivation can strengthen the body, the internal organs cannot do this, softness can nourish qi, and blindly tenacity blocks one's own way out and locks one's room for progress.

Frost Snow's sword blade suddenly unsheathed, and the white clothes leaped into the air on the horse's back, and he looked at the singer who was also dancing in the sky: "I want to draw my sword and dance in a moment's whim, but the girl doesn't mind." ”

Although there was no response to this, the other party watched the white clothes take off without any hindrance. There was also desperation and some kind of justified understanding in his eyes. Since it is called the Immortal Immortal Fruit of Food, how can it be groundless. Maybe she was just tired and gave herself a reason to die.

After all, when you live for kindness and righteousness, your own life is actually no longer in charge of your own decisions.

A wisp of frost and cold is lonely, the sword in white used to be able to cut the tangible, but now it can cut the invisible, no matter how you look at it, it can be regarded as progress. Perhaps Aya's arrival brought him more than just a person he trusted enough, and such a change also prompted him to follow his own path one step closer.

Qingyu's pipa suddenly broke, but Bai Yi chuckled and fell back on his horse, watching the flying fairy fall helplessly, becoming a truly regrettable parting. The song is not over and the soul is broken, but what does this have to do with the white clothes, he just stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away the wisp of blood that was still hanging on the corner of Aya's lips.

"There are always people who don't believe in fate, it seems that your little concubine is also very hard to follow me!" Bai Yi looked at the blood on his fingertips, and suddenly sighed, "Dragon Tooth, why do you want to push your sister into this fire pit? Or, in fact, when I don't know, you have really become a lonely soul who has left?"

No one answered the sigh in white, and he didn't think about who would take her away from the fallen fairy, or what kind of intricate conspiracy was hidden behind it.

Anyway, there are always people who want the prosperous king to die, and there are always people who want him to leave this world, and they are scheming, maybe because of love, maybe because of profit, or maybe there is no reason. There is always no shortage of such people in this world, the forest is big, and naturally there are all kinds of birds, so what is there to think about.

What he was embarrassed about now was, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know the road here, and now that Aya had fainted, and there were no people around, where should he go?

Thinking about it, it's also distressing.