The night wind was late, blowing the sorrow of the three watches, and Yanhe stepped on the faint moonlight to the front of the Ivy Valley, the ancient tree that recorded a hundred years of time. www.biquge.info She is dressed in a blue and white gown, and her wide sleeves flutter in the night breeze, like an ethereal figure coming out of a painting.

Looking up, Bai Yi was still nestled on the branches of the ancient tree, and he wanted to get drunk, so he really fell into a drunken country. Sometimes, people who are not drunk are because they don't want to get drunk, but is the Qiankun in the wine really the carefree hometown he wants? Bai Yi knows that it is not, but it seems that it is difficult for him to resist the temptation of this possibility, even if he knows that it is poison, he wants to drink freely.

In Yan He's sharp eyes, there was a trace of incomparably gentle tenderness, but it was a pity that she couldn't show it at this time. Xiushou untied the saber at her waist, and said nothing with burning eyes, although she didn't understand the other party's pain, but it didn't prevent her from feeling the intensity of the pain.

Just as Bai Yi thought, this person is the one who knows and trusts him the most in this world. From the first sight, they found such a fate with each other, so there are some things that need not to be said, and there is a feeling in my heart.

Grievances in the rivers and lakes, chivalrous tenderness, Bai Yi originally wanted to take such a path. But the Mandate of Heaven is not something that anyone can resist, and he has finally embarked on the road of the era of change, which is his choice and his responsibility. What could he do? Drown in this dark age with his own foolish fantasies?

In the drunken haze, the white clothes watched Yan He stick his sword under the ancient tree, and then slowly left, the back of which was already extremely bright moonlight in the sky.

Yes, drinking heartily and fighting with swords, this is my own fantasy. But what is the conflict between this and the era of change? That person stipulates that a free and easy hero cannot change this era? How can he not be called a hero when he is drunk and looks at the sword, dreams of blowing the horn and the battalion, and can help the world with his literary ability and his martial arts can be anbang?

The index finger carried the wine gourd, and a harrier in white turned over and tumbled down from the ancient tree, and the tip of his foot was on the hilt of the sword, concentrating on the late autumn night breeze. The evening breeze flowed by, as if attracting words and unspoken comfort, brushing the scattered strands of hair on his forehead and comforting his scarred heart.

"You're recovering?"

With a straightforward question, and that burning tone, Bai Yi understood that the violent Aya was also here. But how could Bai Yi pay attention to her at this time, there shouldn't have been any development between him and her in the first place. Isn't it clear what Dragon Tooth meant when he came to find him alone? That guy is not the kind of person who does whatever he wants, and in addition to the orders of his elders, the most important thing he is afraid is to threaten himself not to go near Aya.

Not only for Aya's good, but also for her own good. He already has a word of peace, and no matter how extravagant he is, Bai Yi will be afraid of becoming a scumbag. Although he will not have any moral self-condemnation for this kind of thing, how much pressure will there be on Yanhe?

Bai Yi is unwilling, and wants to cut off the kind of fate that shouldn't be there, maybe even if he is self-inflicted, but in his opinion, any omen is the beginning of danger, and he can nip danger in the bud, so why not do it.

Unfortunately, Aya doesn't think so, and she will never accept such a hint of rejection. Although she didn't want to develop with this madman at this time, this ruthless attitude really made her a little angry. This burning fire was like the first fire that suddenly ignited the grassland, and for the first time ignited the incomparably cold sadness buried deep under Aya's fiery heart.

Who doesn't grieve? The loss of a comrade-in-arms on the battlefield, the deep self-condemnation of one's own powerlessness, all kinds of pasts are buried deeply, like firewood turned into coal, waiting for a little flame to ignite, it will explode. This is the other side of Aya, the unknown side.

Zhang's big gun pierced the evening breeze and swept past the strands of hair in white clothes. Bai Yi, who had already been alarmed, naturally would not be stabbed, but the speed of that shot was too fast, and after all, it left a red blood mark on his delicate and flawless face. There was no angry reprimand, because Bai Yi knew that he did not have such qualifications, but he would never expose it. Since it's not that you don't have that strength now, let's let yourself try what the level of true martial arts innate is.

Holding the hilt of the ancient sword with cloud and thunder patterns beside him, he didn't look at it carefully, but if he thought that it was a sword that was used as a harmony, it must be a famous sword that has been passed down through the ages. Drawing the sword out of its sheath, it swept over the blade that was as cold as autumn water, and the white clothes turned abruptly under their feet.

He had learned such an unfathomable swordsmanship as the Yue Nu Sword, and when he used this kind of ancient sword in the Spring and Autumn Period, he was naturally more handy than the famous swords that were improved later. The blade of the sword turned into the moonlight, like a white line fluttering in his hand, exuding a lonely killing intent that swept over Aya's hands holding the gun.

How could Aya be afraid, the flame in her heart kept burning, it was just an impulse, but now it really took advantage of her heart. How can such an arrogant guy not teach him a lesson.

The big spear trembled, forcing back the sword intent of the white cloth at once, and the tip of the spear that quickly broke through the air quickly rubbed out a raging fire again. Bai Yi had seen Aya use this trick to turn into a sea of fire to trap those who were quicker than her, as long as she was trapped by her sea of fire, she was basically doomed to failure. Because Bai Yi had already felt that incomparably powerful energy from the strength of the big gun shaking just now, even he would be difficult to resist.

But under such a majesty, Bai Yi did not panic, he jumped up, facing the bright moon hanging in the air. He is very good at using light, a means that can confuse people's eyes, and in the bright moonlight, he suddenly splits into three, and begins to flank Aya in a measured manner. The uncertain figure was like a faintly visible shadow under the moon coming to life, and at such a time, he did not forget to lift the wine gourd he was carrying in his hand, and warmed the cold liquor by the light of the fire ignited by the tip of the spear.

However, after such a provocation by Bai Yi, Aya suddenly reined in all her anger and stood with her gun. Bai Yi didn't care about her, staggered the famous sword back into the scabbard, and then held Yanhe's saber in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, pretending to be drunk and singing and leaving. How could he really do what the dragon's tooth wanted, even if it was his own will, but what he hated most was the threat.

The beauty under the moon was like a cold flame, burning indifferently, staring at the madman who had returned from a hangover, and said no more.