At sunset, the golden afterglow spreads all over the Dianchi Lake, and the Kunming Lake at this moment is a pearl, a golden pearl. Dianchi Lake is a brilliant plateau pearl, there is Jinma Mountain in the east of Dianchi Lake, there is Biji Mountain in the west, there is Snake Mountain in the north, there is Crane Mountain in the south, the four mountains are surrounded like four fingers, it is better like a huge palm of the sky to hold up the pearl on the plateau steadily.

The white fish mouth in the southwest of Dianchi Lake, whenever the cherry blossoms are in full bloom in spring, a piece of crimson, like clouds and clouds, is in full bloom at the time of this cherry blossom, by this golden afterglow, it blooms more and more violently.

Hongyunwu.

A row of green tiles and red walls, covered by cherry blossoms, and lotus flowers have not yet bloomed, just on the shore of this swaying lake, a lonely figure, so familiar.

Dressed in white, blowing in the wind, some of the disheveled hair on his shoulders that was blown away by the wind continued to be messy with the wind. Quietly looking into the distance, in the southwest, overlooking the north, the north may have concerns and memories, just at this moment, looking up is a sip of spirits, clenching the wine jar in his hand, continuing to look into the distance, thinking about it and pouring another sip, so repeatedly, constantly tormenting the thoughts in the heart, until the thoughts in the heart are wiped out.

Perhaps this is the only beauty that good wine can give to a ronin or a lonely person.

This lonely person is Ling Feiyun, who has lived in seclusion for many years, the former four heroes of Dongting, the former high-roller on the river, but now he is just a lonely lakekeeper. Fifteen years ago, after Ling Feiyun entrusted Qilin'er, he looked for a place to live alone, built this red cloud dock with his own hands, guarded the Dianchi Lake every day, and guarded the villagers who fished for a living for four or five hundred miles.

While quietly waiting for the prayer in her heart, maybe she will quietly come to see this lotus, maybe she has now learned such a magical skill, and like the fiery red flower, she will come to this lake to pick lotuses comfortably.

Therefore, in the past fifteen years, Ling Feiyun has been waiting on the shore of this Dianchi Lake, has been guarding this loneliness, and has been waiting for the distant hope. Every three or two months, he will quietly visit the unicorn who grew up alone, seeing that this unicorn really grows up like a unicorn, and finally feels a little less guilty in his heart, but he doesn't dare to disturb it rashly and dare not think about it easily, so he will grow up slowly without burden, and let himself be less trapped in the hatred and guilt of memories.

Night has finally come, killing all the light and coming to the world unstoppably. At this moment, Dianchi Lake is finally no longer a pearl on the top of the plateau, but a swamp demon that devours living creatures like a black man.

Ling Feiyun also seemed to smell the foul smell of this swamp, the smell of the lake was ten times heavier than that of Bai Ri, and a high-roller on the river like Ling Feiyun couldn't stand this fishy smell. This is because Dianchi Lake is an inland freshwater lake, not as turbulent as rivers, lakes and seas, and there is always living water in an endless stream.

Ling Feiyun raised his head and drank all the remaining spirits in the wine jar, and threw it away, this wine jar that could hold three liters of wine broke the waves all the way, and this energy could drive things for ten miles all the way to break the waves and cut the waves, and the internal strength cultivation was really extraordinary. From this point of view, sixteen years ago, when he used the Seven Injuries Fist in anger, the injuries in his body did not stop Ling Feiyun Martial Dao's entry all the way, but on the contrary, he had reached the realm of a first-class master. However, according to what the sword idiot said back then, it is not unrelated to this genius secret treasure of Dianchi.

Ling Feiyun turned around and walked towards the jungle path not far away, swaying back all the way, looking at the path under the cherry blossom tree, all of which were built up by himself one bluestone and one bluestone, and every step was very careful, although she was drunk, her ears clearly captured the wind around her, because she would definitely come tonight, exactly half a year, no more than a day, no less than half a year, exactly half a year.

Walking outside the Red Cloud Dock, his ears listened carefully, it was true that there was no one hiding within three miles, Ling Feiyun was a little disappointed, but still firmly told himself that she would definitely come.

Ling Feiyun walked towards the backyard drunkenly, a little drunk admiring the red clouds in the garden, this cherry blossom is different from the cherry blossoms elsewhere, this cherry blossom also belongs to the Rosaceae family, one says the blood-colored rose, and the other says the red cloud cherry blossom in Qixia. Therefore, Ling Feiyun engraved a plaque in this backyard "Qixia Garden".

Ling Feiyun walked to the foot of a lush Qixia cherry tree, raised his hand to stroke a cherry blossom that spread out, gently leaned up and sniffed, closed his eyes and enjoyed the state of Qixia clouds.

"Whoa!"

Extremely thin, extremely light, interrupted by a half-loud and continuous sound of breaking the sky.

Ling Feiyun opened his eyes suddenly, and whispered to himself: "It's finally here, half a year has passed, and you still haven't made the slightest progress, but I'm not the same person I was half a year ago." A mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, as if a little playfulness, disappeared in an instant.

"Do you know I'm coming?" was a woman's voice, a young woman's voice to be precise, and if a person with a beautiful voice should also be beautiful, this woman must have been born beautiful and a stunner.

"You've been here a total of 10 times in the last five years, and every six months when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it's the fourth day of April when the cherry blossoms are at their peak, so you'll definitely come today. Ling Feiyun looked complacent and said with great certainty.

"You remember it so well, but I'll tell you, I've been here at least twelve times!" the woman chuckled, deliberately mocking Ling Feiyun's miscalculations.

Ling Feiyun turned around, and sure enough, he was still dressed in blue and purple yarn, combing his hair in a flowing bun, covered with a white silk scarf, and a pair of big watery eyes.

"In the past fifteen years, the first five years have taught me a little sister who is good at climbing and crossing the water, and the middle five years have taught me a little sister who is good at latent acupoints and hiding her body, and in the last five years, it has been your little sister who is good at sound wave soul control to teach me, although the three of your sisters are dressed up and behaved like the same, but they can't escape my eyes. Ling Feiyun said slyly tentatively and affirmatively.

"You guy, you are so crazy, you usually call me sisters and a few little masters, why are you so presumptuous today!" The masked woman in blue was already angry, at least her face was already crimson, and her pink fists were clenched and clenched.

"Haha, it seems that I guessed correctly, you are really not the same person! Before, I was just suspicious, and I couldn't find any flaws, because the behavior of the three sisters is indeed the same!" Ling Feiyun laughed triumphantly, and he actually had a bit of a dissolute attitude, which angered the woman in blue in front of him even more.

"You are so hateful and cunning, in vain my sister is so concerned, and has been giving you so much over the years, and my sisters have tried their best to teach you martial arts, I don't want you to be such a hateful and calculating villain!" said the woman in blue, who was so angry that she didn't fight anywhere.

"I really can't bear to live up to my sister's entrustment, and I will send you this last creation today, but from now on, the mountains and rivers will never meet again!" After saying that, the woman in blue raised her hand, and a secret copy of the rubbing seal of dark purple lacquer flew out towards Ling Feiyun.