The snow was white, and Xu Jinyu was standing in the silver-white world waiting for Qi Chu. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The street was empty, and she was looking forward to seeing the man's figure, so she waited for it, so she looked deeply, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

Finally, at the end of the road, a man gradually walked out under the darkness. Snow fell all over his shoulders, frost crept up his temples, and left his footprints on the snow.

The red dust is full of dust, and the acacia is like snow.

Qi Chu was a little weak, and the resentment in his body had gathered too much and provoked him to be troubled. But as long as he saw Xu Jinyu, his heart was yearning, warm, and happy.

Because he loves her.

So when he walked up to her, he smiled and hugged her into his arms, feeling that the world was full, and emotions flowed quietly like a trickle. Xu Jinyu felt his heartbeat and knew that he must have experienced an unusual danger just now.

She used silence to express her concern and comfort for him. Qi Chu felt that his physical strength was slowly recovering, and he was practicing much faster than before.

Lan Ting leaned on the window on the second floor and looked at the son downstairs, and suddenly remembered Sheling. What happened when I haven't seen her for many days? Shi Ziyu was jealous in her heart, and she was extremely envious. Yang Yixiao caressed the Burning Sky Scorching World Sword. Only Yu Yefeng's face was as usual, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Xu Jinyu raised his head and looked at those bright, clear, and deep eyes. Taking something out of his arms, Qi Chu looked down, and suddenly his heart jumped.

It was the joy of reuniting old friends, and the feeling of familiarity lingered in my heart.

The originally cold moonlight became affectionate, and the snow falling in the night sky seemed to be more agile.

A jade flute two feet and seven inches long appeared in front of him, all green and natural. Qi Chu gently brushed every flute hole, as if greeting an old friend.

It's been ten years, and how many nights have he endured the death of his little sister alone. Xu Jinyu misses his days, why doesn't Qi Chu think about her? But sometimes it's providence that makes people, if it wasn't for Xu Jinyu hiding the pile of moon flutes, how could the little junior sister die for him?

So in the past ten years, Qi Chu didn't dare to face this flute called the moon flute, because he would feel guilt, remorse and self-blame when he saw it. This is also the reason why he is called the Jade Flute Duiyue by the people of the rivers and lakes, and the streamer son who is determined to win the day no longer uses the Duanyue flute.

Xu Jinyu and him are a pair of beautiful people, and they understand him just like they understand themselves. She knew that if Qi Chu was never allowed to pick up the pile of moon flutes, no matter how high his martial arts were, there would be a time when he would be in a desperate situation in the future.

For him, the Moon Flute is not just a weapon, it represents facing it calmly.

If you want to start all over again, you have to face the mistakes you have made.

Qi Chu took the pile of moon flutes and put them on his chest, and ten years of pain and hatred also gathered in his chest.

He remembered the song Jiang Chengzi:

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

His tears fell on the pile of moon flutes, and his old friends for many years felt his sadness and made a slight sound.

Lan Ting looked at the child's heart with a pain, stood up straight, looked at the bright moon in the sky and sang the song to relieve his worries.

How much sorrow is hard to complain, how much bitterness and bitterness;

How many grievances and hatreds, how many weakness and helplessness.

Leaving his hometown for the future, looking at the twists and turns.

People are in the rivers and lakes.

was angry for the red face and gave up his life for his brother.

In the end, the red face is strange, and the whole game is lost;

Looking back, where is she a wife?

Only bitter, two sideburns white old parents,

I finally knew that fame and fortune had mistaken me.

Looking at the present, the world is hot and cold, full of sores.

Who still believes that clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as before?

Qi Chu listened quietly, his hands trembling a little at first, but gradually becoming calm.

So the former young man's horizontal flute was in his neck, and his lips touched the cool jade flute, and he was relieved of how much desolation he felt for a while.

Xu Jinyu took a step back, the two were relatively silent, and their hearts were connected.

Listening to her hum a song to understand her worries, Lan Ting found that Xu Jinyu's tune was a little different from her own. Suddenly, a flute sounded in the sky, as if pouring out his heart, as if he was euphemistic, and as if he was telling about the past.

Xu Jinyu under the moonlight seems to have returned to the cardamom years, and sings softly with the sound of the flute:

has exhausted the way in the world, and the smile is clever;

Thousands of troops broke in the snap of a finger, and white bones were piled up deep in the mountains.

The rivers and lakes are long and the heart is the most bitter, and the years are short.

People are in the rivers and lakes.

The Pomeranians saw it with great amazement, and their blood turned into dust.

can't resist it, the life of a beauty is bitter, and the hero is twilight;

can't stay, it's hard to stay, and you're at an end.

Where you wake up from a dream, listen to the wind and the moon, who sleeps together;

Laugh and float to relieve worries and comfort loneliness.

Sing a song, invite the moon to dance together, and the old people are the same;

A pot of wine, who belongs to the hero, it must be me.

Only when she sang the last sentence "Who belongs to the hero, it must be me", a light suddenly appeared in the night, and a red sun rose silently in the distant east, but the light was more exciting than any sound in the world.

Lan Ting had never heard Xu Jinyu sing about relieving worries, but he didn't know that he only learned the first half, and Xu Jinyu sang the second half. The first half of this song sings about the sorrow of the Jianghu people, and the second half responds to the word "solution".

Qi Chu clutched the moon flute tightly and walked towards the other end of the street.

The seven-day covenant was a decisive battle on the bridge.

The main altar of the ghost city mirage, in the Buddhist hall on the sixth floor, the seven floating slaughter are waiting for the concubines to come back. Although he had known that they would not return, he was still waiting.

It was already dawn, and the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue on the surrounding walls had long since been extinguished. Qifutu walked to a Buddha statue, burned incense, inserted the incense burner, and then worshiped reverently.

Each Buddha statue in the Buddha hall on the sixth floor represents a person who died in the ghost mirage.

At this moment, I don't know if I worship the Buddha or my dead brother in the heart of Qifutu.

Perhaps in his heart, those who are called brothers are his Buddhas.

Time passed, and he was not in a hurry. Slowly, looking at each Buddha statue and thinking about each dead brother, he finally walked to the last Buddha statue. This is what he prepared for himself, but after all, he can't see through the red dust and the world, otherwise he would have lived a stable and peaceful life.

Copying scriptures and sending them to the Buddha, eating fasting and burning incense is the life he wants to live. But he can't be so selfish, if even he leaves the ghost mirage, won't the brothers return to a homeless life?

Before there were no jade-faced people, although the ghost market mirage was a place that people in the rivers and lakes were afraid of, they had never done anything that hurt the heavens and reason. The reason why they make the people of the rivers and lakes scared is just to live quietly.

Qifutu is willing to be controlled by the jade-faced people, also so that the brothers can live longer.

My sister-in-law once said that if you leave, the brothers will not blame you.

Qifutu always smiled and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

He finished worshipping all the Buddha statues on the sixth floor, and then slowly walked towards the seventh layer.

No one has ever been to the seventh floor of the Ghost Mirage, because it means that there is no return. Qifutu walked up the stairs, turned around and looked at the ethereal smoke in the Buddhist hall, and smiled with satisfaction.

There are no Buddha statues of the concubines in the walls, because in the hearts of the Seven Buddhas, they will always live.

At last

He finally did

Turn around without regrets

Towards a catastrophe that will never be recovered

Let's go