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The sky is open, and the remnant sun is like fire.

The clouds fell, like fire.

It had been snowing for a long time, and it finally stopped.

On the shore of Cangyue Lake, frozen for thousands of miles, the lake surface is like a mirror, refracting the burning clouds in the sky, the sky and lake are the same color, but there is also a different scenery.

Dugu groaned in a scarlet sword robe, and walked slowly from the ancient road alone.

Under the sword robe, the white clothes are better than the snow.

In the snow, he walked very slowly, and did not carry the iron sword that had been with him for decades.

Place your hands behind your back and tap your palms between your fingers.

In the palm of his hand, the sword aura is majestic and the sword intent is crossed.

At this time, there is no sword, but it is more like a sword.

The ancient village of Chaoci, the sunset into the blue moon.

The village, which is also named after Cangyue, is only more than ten miles away from Cangyue Lake.

On the contrary, Dugu Yin walked from sunrise to sunrise.

The sword groaned like a dragon, and a sword came from the north.

Dugu Yin stopped, looked up at the sky, and saw that there was sword qi permeating the nine heavens, like a meteorite, sweeping away the sky and burning clouds, from far and near.

Subconsciously, Dugu Yin raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, stroked the hilt of the ghostly sword, and muttered in a low voice, "Old friend, this farewell is so long in the past five hundred years." ”

There is a sense of amazement in this voice, and there are also vicissitudes of life.

In short, this voice is by no means a solitary voice.

In other words, it shouldn't be Dugu Yin before holding this sword.

Borrow a sword to return the soul.

Or, past and present lives.

I can't tell, I can't tell.

This sword, known as a killing, can kill all enemies in the world.

Dugu Yin's eyes regained clarity, his sword was tied to his waist, the scarlet cloak hunted, he took a step, and his breath penetrated his body to fight the bull.

Northern Liang Blood Rakshasa stepped into the prince on the eve of the ten-year covenant.

Immediately, he re-entered the God King.

......

The vast Cangyue Lake, there are many people who smell the smell and come to see the lively rivers and lakes.

Northern Liang Blood Rakshasa is a small killing god in Northern Qin.

Today's war, a ten-year covenant.

That is, the winner is also divided into life and death.

For the rivers and lakes of Kyushu, it is not a grand event.

In this life, after all, it is too peaceful, and the temples and rivers are like this.

Except for the eight generations of troops in Great Xia a few years ago, there are few peak masters who fight to the death.

In the past, there were two peerless characters on the Qianlong list, who were both ranked seventh, and there was no reason to miss it.

Qin and Xia, many rangers and sectarian giants, are clearly distinguished, and they are separated on both sides of the lake.

There are idle clouds outside the world that are hidden in the city fishing rivers and lakes, and there are also ordinary pawns struggling to cross the day at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, and there are many spies of the five domains lurking here, bustling like grass, and the rivers and lakes and temples are not too clear at this moment, and the dragons and snakes are mixed.

Beyond the clouds, a flying boat stood on it.

The flying boat is not big, but it is a green bamboo and phoenix tail.

It is an old man who is holding the boat, the hat is pressed very low, and the face can not be seen clearly, and a red pole in his hand is waved in the clouds and mist, like a flat boat crossing the river.

On top of the flying boat, a low table of green bamboo was placed.

Low table, small red clay stove.

On the table, there were two people in black robes drinking and playing against each other.

The chessboard is like a star, black and white is no more than a hundred, and it is placed on the table, and it is clearly distinguished.

Boat travel, people play against each other.

Raise your hand and drop your hand, cover your hand and raise your glass, hazy and more like an immortal, but also free.

In this game of chess, from the depth of the North Sea to the moon thousands of miles away, the winner will finally be divided.

Eighty-seven for sunspots, eighty-eight for whites.

Eighty-seven swallows eighty-eight.

Black wins, white loses.

The chessboard gradually changed, and one hundred and ninety-five chess pieces turned into stars in the heavens.

In the Sumeru room, chaos gives birth to the universe.

Immediately, the vast galaxy emerged, and the heavens and stars circled and turned into black and white pythons.

"The black Jiao turns into a dragon and swallows the white python, Brother Yun, it seems that I won this time. The person holding the sunspot ended the day, lifted the black robe wrapped in his face, and spoke softly, with a tactful voice She is a delicate woman, but she is seventeen or eighteen years old, and her peach blossom eyes are full of years.

The person holding the white child was not annoyed, he smiled, raised his glass and drank the elixir in the cup, leaned on the bamboo boat, raised his hand to hold the pot, and continued a cup of the famous Qiong brew, lazily smiled: "Sister Mi, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, and the chess strength has indeed grown a lot, and I lost for my brother." ”

"It's not that my chess strength has increased, but that Brother Yun, your heart is not here. The woman surnamed Mi was silent for a while, looked down at the chessboard, raised the bronze wine cup, smelled the refreshing aroma of wine in the cup, narrowed her eyes slightly, and praised softly: "There is a fairy spirit hidden in this wine, not like Kyushu wine." In Brother Yun's place, you can always rub on good wine......"

The man holding the white son laughed, lifted his robe, his face was like a knife, his long black hair was shawl, he looked up at the depths of the clouds, sighed lightly and said: "The name of this wine is forgotten, it is an old servant in my clan who knows that I like to drink, and specially went to the fairy court outside the nine heavens to ask for it, even in the fairy world, only the fairy court has a hidden cellar, three hundred years into wine, three hundred years into pulp, three hundred years into forget worries, nine hundred years but can produce more than 100 catties." ”

"It's a pity that this is the only one left. After that, he paused slightly, twisted the rim of the cup lightly with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "I wanted to wait until I saw the young man of the Jiang family to give him again, but he said that he had eaten other people's short mouths, and he owed the Jiang family all these years." ”

"Hehe, is that little guy with a pure heart?" The girl surnamed Mi smiled lightly, stretched her waist, and looked at the vast lake like a mirror under the clouds, "The girl in red told me, this little guy of the Jiang family, with a pure heart, and the supreme blood of the Southern Emperor, can indeed be the supreme seed of Kyushu in this life, but I don't know which life it can bloom?"

After a cup of resumption, Yun Zhongjun muttered: "The flowers bloom and thank you, the flowers fly and the flowers are sad, and the flowers dance and the flowers fall and break." First, the three emperors conquered the immortal court, and then the five emperors fought against the netherworld. Kyushu has never lacked supreme. What is lacking is the person who can really lead me Kyushu back to the top of the clouds, and live up to the ancestors who paved the world with blood and bones. ”

"Obey the destiny of heaven and do your best, just do your best!" The girl surnamed Mi stroked her forehead and smiled, not knowing whether she was laughing at herself or laughing at the people under the clouds, her eyes looked into the distance, and fell on the man wearing a scarlet sword robe and a sword tied around his waist at the end of the Cangyue Ancient Road, "We are like ancestors, turning Kyushu into a field, and burying the supreme seed in one great world after another, and one day we will plant the flower that can bloom and be undefeated, dazzling and can wash the blood and tears of my Kyushu in the past." If you can't do it in this life, there will be future generations. ”

"Yes, there are countless flowers blooming on Mo, and there will always be one that is always undefeated. Yun Zhongjun followed the gaze of the woman surnamed Mi, and chuckled: "I really envy this guy, five hundred years ago, the Jiang family was white, and five hundred years later, the iron sword was alone, and he never left reincarnation one day, but he was able to forget the pain of reincarnation." ”

Sighing for no reason, the girl surnamed Mi retracted her gaze, lightly lifted the white porcelain wine jug with her bare hands, raised Bai Zhe's neck slightly, poured the little remaining elixir in the pot into her mouth, wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, and muttered: "There are some things that you can't forget if you forget them." If you can forget it, why did you shoot the moon five hundred years ago, why did you bury the sword of killing in the sword mound, and why did you fall the immortal sword in the Lechuan River? If I say, you men are hypocritical, since you didn't like it in the first place, why provoke it? The world says that the Qingqiu fox girl is bitter, and if you want me to say, why is the stupid girl of the Cangyue Bai family not bitter?

"Sister, there are thousands of good men in Kyushu, don't you beat them to death with a stick......" Yun Zhongjun stood up, put his hands behind him, and looked from the south to the north, "The word love, I don't know what to do, I don't know where it ends, where will I pay attention to the first come, the first come?"

As far as the eye can see, is the North Sea.

"Brother Yun, do you think that this Blood Rakshasa is very similar to the monkey in ancient times. The woman surnamed Mi smiled playfully, rested her head on the low table, and touched the red clay stove with her fingers, "The monkey who called himself the Monkey King back then was not transformed into a war immortal to conquer the immortal court. It seems that it used to be like this......"

Yun Zhongjun was stunned, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiled: "Girl, do you mean that the monkey is still called the Supreme Treasure by the naked eye?"

Immediately, he nodded again and muttered, "It's really very similar! At the beginning, Fairy Zixia loved the Supreme Treasure, the Supreme Treasure loved Bai Jingjing, and Bai Jingjing loved the Monkey King." Later, it was said in the ancient history books that the Monkey King and the Supreme Treasure were the same person, but the two of them, one was a roadblock thief who was free from the red dust, and the other was a peerless supreme who stepped on the seven-colored clouds of the Immortal. Two people, obviously there is a difference of 500 years......"

The woman surnamed Mi squatted down, raised her hand to play with the clouds, and said: "The world only knows that the love between Supreme Treasure and Zixia was vigorous at that time, but who knows Bai Jingjing? But now, thousands of years later, who will remember Bai Jingjing who used his life to protect the Supreme Treasure and waited for the Supreme Treasure for five hundred years......"

Yun Zhongjun was stunned, looked into the distance, the remnant sun was like fire, the fire was all over the sky, and said softly: "Bai Jingjing...... Bai Qixian, I don't know what to do, I go deep, these two women, but they have been waiting for five hundred years!"

The girl surnamed Mi held the stove in her hand and did not speak.

A woman who hates someone for three years, five years, ten years will fall in love with him unconsciously.

After living for a long time, people can always understand many things.

The two people on the flying boat are 'old and immortal' in the eyes of secular people, but even they can't tell the difference, the woman of the Cangyue Bai family, five hundred years later, loves or hates the Jiang family's white clothes.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, not daring to think about it.

There are thousands of hates in the world.

The most feared thing is to hate from love.

The iron spear splits the moon and kills the god king with blood.

After all, it was for one woman, but it hurt another innocent woman.

If it's really hateful, five hundred years later, 180,000 days and nights, how crazy will it be?

After this battle, I don't know if this Cangyue Lake will exist in the world again?

......

After a long time, the girl surnamed Mi finally broke the silence and smiled softly: "By the way, the little sister just forgot to ask Brother Yun, has the child been found? A few days ago, there was news from the clan, saying that there was some big commotion on the side of the Meng clan guarding Wanli Dragon City, and it seemed that a young dragon was born. When the little sister heard this, she secretly searched for it, but she didn't want the so-called young dragon to be just a 10,000-year-old Jiao Nirvana raised by an old immortal of the Meng family, which was somewhat regrettable. ”

"The girl has a heart!" Yun Zhongjun retracted his thoughts, his lips trembled slightly, and his fingers behind him pierced tightly into the flesh, and the golden dark scales on his neck gradually appeared, and his eyes were gloomy, "That child, it should be in the south, several times I have obviously sensed the breath left by that child, but I can't find it." ”

"The kid...... That kid must be blaming me! Blaming me, an incompetent father, for not protecting her mother in the first place!"

On the shore of Cangyue Lake, the sea of clouds is churning.

The golden rain fell on the earth, fleetingly.