The bright autumn light carried the slight coolness of the coming winter, and the white clothes were lazily leaning on the hundred-year-old trees that were vigorously coiled, and he was not interested in anything that was not challenging. After understanding the thoughts of the five family elders, Bai Yi understood that he was just a shield they pushed out. They have already discussed and finalized the plan, but it is they who really do it.

But it doesn't matter, Bai Yi has never cared about the so-called fame, a virtual world, even if it is a high reputation, what is the use, it has not become an empty talk with life and death. I'm just a character in someone else's story, so even if I'm famous, I'm not a puppet, I can't help myself, I'm resigned to fate.

But why can such a false world make him feel the slightest unbearable sadness? He misses his cousin Lu Wushuang a little, for him, is that the feeling of dependence on each other also fake? I'm afraid not, he has never noticed the falsehood in it, and perhaps in his opinion, the product of the false and illusory is actually no different from the real.

"What do you think?"

A hearty voice came from under the tree, followed by a dark and heavy wine gourd. Bai Yi stared into the distance, and he didn't need to look at him to know that the young man under the tree was the young man who drew his sword against him this morning, Le Zhengya's brother Le Zheng Longya. After all, the other party is really a person who is unforgettable at first sight, and the temperament of that proud son of heaven is indeed unique.

Bai Yi held the heavy wine gourd in his hand, rubbed it gently, and replied: "It's almost winter, I just miss my old friend." After a long time of wandering, many people have become passers-by in my life, I used to think that I would not care, but now, it is really a little sad. ”

"Since ancient times, the injury has been a parting, what's wrong?"

The dragon's tooth agreed, and then regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, he sat down directly against the root of the old tree, and looked into the same distance as Bai Yi.

"Do you know? This everspring valley has never had four seasons, and on the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, you can see the real wind and frost. Every time there is a wind, you know that the next heavy snow is coming. And the real test will come, because the winter season when food is scarce is the time when the wolves come out to feed. ”

Dragontooth sighed in a gloomy mood, if he left his sister alone, he felt that he must be very close to this madman in the tree. He rarely has such a feeling of being able to talk with confidence, he is the pride of the sky, the major general of the dragon's tooth in the northern frontier, and the genius he can meet is either an opponent or an enemy.

But he is also a wandering person, and when he sees the setting sun, he will also remember the bones and bones that were once buried under the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang. Those rotting and old corpses were also his subordinates and comrades-in-arms who got along with him day and night. They once fought together, drank together, and made an oath to defend their homeland together, but in the end they could only be hastily buried in a foreign land, and even their names were forgotten.

The saddest thing is the past, but it is not changeable. Bai Yi cracked open the wine gourd, gulping down the liquor in the gourd, and a scorching fiery snake pierced his heart and lungs, and made him forget the past that he had never forgotten for the time being.

"You're ridiculous. Bai Yi mocked mercilessly, but his eyes were not half drunk and confused. He wants to get drunk, but how can he get drunk, and how can such a false wine be intoxicating?

Dragontooth didn't care about the taunt, but smiled and agreed, "yes, I'm ridiculous. So let me play a song for you, who is also ridiculous in front of me, how about it. ”

To this proposal, Bai Yi nodded in agreement, and delicately folded off a branch and held it in his palm.

"With a song, why don't you dance. ”

The dragon tooth in the red robe in the style of Donghu pulled out his long flute from behind him, whining and whining, and the tune was tactful, just like the autumn night in front of him. The night is as cool as water, slowly condensing into autumn frost, which contains the slaughter of the coming winter and the sorrow of parting.

The cool light frost was shrouded in moonlight, and the dragon's teeth also looked up at the white-clothed figure on the treetops.

What he saw was a young man in white standing on top of an ancient tree, using the branch in his hand as a long sword, and began to dance to this tune. The ethereal figure was like an immortal who had been degraded to the nether realm, reflected in the bright moonlight, like a white lotus blooming in turn on this ancient tree.

The flowers bloom so brightly and beautifully, revealing a freshness far from the mundane. But the slaughtering sword intent made Dragon Tooth understand that this casual swordsmanship was not only beautiful in appearance, but also terrifying in its fierceness. He had seen his sister's violent killing intent as vast as a torrent of natural disasters, but he never imagined that a high and lonely killing intent could be so beautiful.

The Ivy Valley, which never shows its spring color, seems to be contaminated by such a beautiful scenery, and the little withered yellow autumn leaves dance and fly with the sword shadow of the white clothes, like a group of butterflies chasing the white lotus. The butterflies surrounded by the killing intent of the white lotus, but they were torn into a little dust by the killing intent desperately, which was fierce and desolate, urging people's hearts to break.

Who is such a lonely person missing?

Dragon Tooth didn't know, but he also felt something, did he also miss such a person? The moonlight was vast, and they each drank alone, although it was the ensemble of Xiao Yin and Sword Dance, but it was cut off and the dazzling loneliness, where was the Yiren they were looking forward to?

I guess when the cold wind falls into a dream, I can dream about it.

But at this time, the whistling autumn wind gradually roared, and the sound of the dragon's teeth also eliminated the grievances and tactfulness of the prelude, and the tune turned sharply and fiercely, like the sound of war horses, and thousands of soldiers lined up. The dazzling Jin Ge flashed with a solemn atmosphere, and the iron cavalry rushed to kill wantonly on the battlefield, waving military flags, shouting, and wanting to crack the liver and gall.

And the figure in white gradually vibrated in this passionate tune, transformed, and differentiated into several people standing side by side, and the sword shadow reflecting the moonlight became heavier and slower, like an iron-blooded and solemn military formation in the tune.

The song was heart-wrenching, and the dragon's teeth put away the flute, and the tune came to an abrupt end, and a heavy, stocky block overflowed his and the white clothes' hearts, clogged up and painful. But this pain was his true intention, and the white clothes casually threw down the broken branch, and carried the wine gourd upside down, and lay down on the thick and crossed trunks, and drank bitterly.

They all know that the pain and hesitation at this moment is the greatest resonance between them, and they know it without words. In the cold night, the autumn leaves were frosty, hoping only for a pouring rain that would obscure their once bright eyes.

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. She was dressed in a blue and white gown, and her wide sleeves fluttered with the night breeze, like an ethereal figure coming out of a picture scroll.

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.