Jinluan gauze tent, red sleeves add fragrance.

It was a boudoir with a very simple furnishings, a bed under a veil, a round table in the center, and a dressing table by the window.

At this time, Xiao Ding on the round table was burning with musk, accompanied by a slightly drunken aroma, and a stunning woman in red clothes and long sleeves, with ice muscles and jade bones, was sitting in front of the dresser looking at the bronze mirror.

A pair of curved willow eyebrows seemed to have just been traced, and the slender jade was pinching the carmine tissue paper between her hands, putting it on her lips, but she had never wiped it.

It seems that the Yiren is tidying up the red makeup, but the bronze mirror in front of the Yiren looks a little strange.

The bronze mirror was smooth and shiny, but there was no red makeup woman in the mirror, but a man in a luxurious brocade dress and a young man sitting on a white wolf, her eyes stopped on the young man, fascinated and obsessed, and even a little intoxicated, only to hear her mutter: "If you don't die, then live, live or live."

The scene in the mirror made her mind drift so far away that she didn't even notice that there was a change in the mirror, and the two middle-aged men on the broken bridge were talking to each other.

Suddenly, she smiled, a little stupid, a little stupid, that year, she finally knew the answer from Ouyang Rong's mouth.

He's not dead, so where is he?

She had a way of knowing, because she felt she should know, at least not be deceived.

The first sword of the thirteen states of Beiliu, the Flying Rain Sword Jing Ying, where is he, how is he doing?

Where's the man who blocked her arrows?

When she heard the news, she panicked all of a sudden, and she tried her best to force Ouyang Rong to tell his whereabouts.

The days and months of waiting and suffering, thousands of miles of hard searching.

Finally there is news of him.

He is in Jingdu, still alive.

When she heard the news, she was excited, happy, and looking forward to it.

Jingdu, ordinary alleys, smoke and rain.

She finally saw him, and under the blue paper umbrella, there was a strange ordinary woman, ordinary could not be more ordinary, ordinary could not be more ordinary.

They held hands and whispered softly.

Before this, Zhao Yanran had already imagined thousands of scenarios in which they would meet, and she even made up her mind that even if she was engaged to Ouyang Rong, she tried to convince herself that it was just a vertical and horizontal technique in the family.

As long as he is willing, she can drop everything and follow him, to the ends of the earth, and depend on each other for their lives.

However, the heavens are like her, there are thousands of situations, but she can't calculate herself, this scene makes people want to laugh, but they can't laugh.

She still smiled, her smile was a little stiff, and she wanted to say, "Jing Ying, long time no see."

It's just that she smiled, her eyes were already moist, her words were choked, and she hadn't seen her for a long time, but she couldn't say anything.

"Yanran, why are you?" The man under the blue paper umbrella hugged the ordinary woman beside him and covered the umbrella above her head.

She avoided Jing Ying's gaze and took a step back, escaping the paper umbrella.

The rain fell very quickly, she stood in the rain, the slightest drop of rain could not get close to her, and when she turned to look at him, the tears were gone, and she said: "You left without saying a word, you liar."

His answer was very simple: "I want to live some ordinary days, with her", said that he looked at the ordinary woman in his arms and smiled, indescribably sweet and affectionate.

"I envy you so much, bless you", she pretended to be calm, looking at the ordinary woman, with a simple dress, her face was also very ordinary, with a shallow smile, full of happiness.

She was a little puzzled, was she really willing to live an ordinary life with this mountain village girl, doing nothing.

"It's good, it's good", she said, thinking in her heart that maybe it was the best game that she couldn't calculate, she forgot how she spent that night, how she forgot how Ouyang Rong took her home, how she took off her clothes, how she had a round room for the first time.

Anyway, that's it, they have their own families, she can still see him often, she can talk to him, they are also engaged, they say that they will have children in the future, they will be married, be content, she should not have expected too much.

An ordinary woman, a peaceful life for ordinary people, may be what he wants most.

She thought so, but she never expected that everything was fake!

Fake!

It's not an ordinary woman, it's the demon girl, it's Sang Ying, who took him away!

Why!

Why!

She didn't want to kill him, but he had to protect the demon girl, so let's die!

She still remembered the appearance of his death, she held him in her arms, she had never seen him so closely, his pale face was still so handsome, he said: "You shouldn't be like this, I owe Cher too much, she ...... for me"

She didn't listen to him, and at that moment there was only that ancestral precept left in her heart, Yanyun was prosperous, and the Zhao family was unified.

After thinking for a long time, the woman in red, her face was full of anger, her red nails suddenly burst into flames, and as soon as the flames came out, the bronze mirror trembled suddenly, making a crisp sound of "bang".

This crisp sound brought her back to her senses from the old thing, and it was at this moment that an unbelievable scene appeared in the mirror!

"Wild seed, damn it!"

His teeth trembled, and he looked at the figure in the mirror with a gloomy face!

Jing Ye sat on the white wolf, like a meteorite gliding in the sky, glowing with white light, flying and falling down, the wind whining in his ears, his whole body began to ache, the pain that pierced the pores and drilled into the blood, the pain that hurt his heart.

Finally, he saw the chess game below, black and white like a rock, vertical and horizontal eighteen, straight lines with clear lines, like an endless battlefield, thousands of troops and horses galloping on it, sometimes fighting, sometimes stalemate, intertwined, life and death hanging by a thread.

In an instant, the white wolf under him underwent a huge change all over his body, his face was blurred and distorted, the mane on his body began to fall off, Jing Ye's consciousness gradually blurred, and the white wolf under him seemed to be disappearing and melting inch by inch.

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, as if he wanted to catch the white wolf in his hand, but he couldn't catch it, at this moment, his heart was suddenly scared, afraid that the white wolf was gone, and he was really alone.

He remembered that it was a snow-white, spotless white wolf, and he remembered that time when he hunted with his father, on the edge of the Motu Mountains, the little white wolf squatted there motionless and stared at him, like an obedient puppy.

He walked over, took the little white wolf in his arms, and whispered, "Daddy, this little dog is so cute."

His father told him: "It is a wolf, and the totem of our Jing country is the most brave and resolute blue wolf, this snow wolf is the king of war among the blue wolves, and with them, Jing will not die."

Jing Guo is dead after all, my father lost to a woman and died on the bank of the moat, my mother's whole body was in flames, she blocked the door of the manor, and shouted in her mouth: "Ye'er, go away."

In an autumn forest, a mad monk appeared and killed six killers of Yanzilou, and the white wolf carried him into the Motu Mountains, where he met a little monk, a little boy, and a pair of brothers and sisters, and finally they went in their respective directions again.

Only the white wolf is still there, guiding him in the direction and accompanying him, in this endless escape and growth.

Suddenly, the white wolf was so close to him, yet so far away.

Jing Ye's face was pale, his teeth trembled and he shouted, "Brother Wolf, don't go, don't leave me."

The speed of falling is getting faster and faster, and the black and white below are becoming clearer and clearer, looking at the scene below, Jing Ye's forehead can't help but give birth to a dense cold sweat, because between the chess pieces falling below, there are endless bones and skeletons in the black.

I don't know how long these dry bones have been piled up there, some have faded to the end of the years, and some are still intact, and they look horrible to watch.

And the position where he fell seemed to be empty, and the airtight place surrounded by black and white was actually empty.

Suddenly, Jing Ye's heart trembled, and he found that he seemed to have undergone some kind of change, a faint white light lit up from his chest, and gradually became dazzling.

At this moment, the speed of his fall slowed down suddenly, and he looked down to see that the leaf-shaped jade pendant hanging on his chest actually lit up, spitting out wisps of milky white light, which became extremely dazzling in front of him.

The mother said that this leaf has been there since he was born, and her family Ye'er is destined to be extraordinary in the future.

So his name was taken from the word Ye.

A white halo of light lingered around him, like silk threads spit out by silkworms, and the wisps intertwined to wrap him in it, and if you looked down from above, Jing Ye would be very surprised.

Wrapped in clusters of white dazzling light, at first glance, it seemed that a white chess piece was slowly descending, about to land in that empty place.

"Bell!"

The crunch of metal striking was leisurely and far-reaching.

When Bai Zi landed, the entire chessboard vibrate, and a light wave suddenly emitted from where Bai Zi fell, rippling in circles.

Suddenly, the aura of heaven and earth was like a spring, and the slightest fluttering sound was entwined together as if a huge wind wave had formed, dancing wildly in the valley.

On the cliffs, the rocks burst, the cliffs collapsed, and the whole ground trembled!

Ouyang Xu and Ouyang Rong looked at each other, and their astonishment was beyond measure, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuations were transmitted, making them retreat again and again, and after a while, Ouyang Rong woke up and said in a daze: "Big brother, Ye'er, it seems that this chess game has been solved."

Ouyang Xu was a little calm, and said solemnly: "Therefore, the news of Ye'er's entry will spread later, we will only treat him as dead, and the future will have nothing to do with the Casting Villa."

Baizi landed on the ground with a loud bang.

Jing Ye fainted, and he didn't know how long it took for him to wake up.

The place where he woke up was not on the chessboard, but in a dark cavern with flowing spiritual energy.

To be precise, he didn't wake up on his own, but woke people up.

Not people, to be exact.