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. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 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.