When the lush ancient trees on both sides of the mountain gate of Luocang Academy suddenly drifted down the faint yellowing autumn leaves in the cool breeze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole month of July has been gradually moving away from us.

Luocang Academy is still the Luocang Academy, it is still a well-known school in Nanshan and Chenliu County, the sound of Lang reading in the morning school, accompanied by the faint daylight in the morning, Xu Qingyun also happened to hurry back to the school with a bun.

It was no longer clear how many buns he had eaten, but the hunger in his stomach was so uncomfortable that he had to prepare the meal earlier. For others, three meals a day is a common thing, but for Xu Qingyun now, it is really difficult to be full.

In addition to holding a sword and carving words in Mr. Han's bamboo forest all day long, the only thing he can do is to eat and drink with his classmates in the academy. When Liu Zhihe saw Xu Qingyun now, he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away, and Nangong Wan'er also had a sad face, because most of his meal tickets had been given to him recently, but he still couldn't satisfy Xu Qingyun's amazing appetite. Sometimes Lin Yunuo would also bring rice porridge made by himself to eat, and Wu Yue had even given Xu Qingyun the sweet potatoes he kept for He Ning.

But it's not enough!

Xu Qingyun didn't know what the reason was, but he felt that as his realm got higher, the Linghai in the dantian became stronger and stronger, and the more hungry he felt!

The whole day of class is a little listless, whether it is Mr. Zhou's boring guidance of vitality, or the knowledge reserve of Guoyun Wenzong, he is a little interested, it is better to look at the autumn colors of the lotus pond outside the window, but this is still inevitable The pain of starvation.

"Hurry up and get out of class, I'm going to Mr. Han's for barbecue!"

Life is like this, only by surviving the numbness and unbearable hunger and cold, there will always be your favorite delicacy in front of you.

When Xu Qingyun, who had been holding the sword for two months, engraved the 7,000-word "Three Tibetan Sutras" for the first time on the smooth and smooth stone wall. The gentian stone sword is not so heavy, it looks a little handy, like a wonderful pen splashing ink landscape.

Flowers bloom all over the courtyard.

Time is slowly passing, and we are growing up as young.

Until that gentle and drizzly evening, Lin Yunuo successfully enlightened his spirit in the vast twilight, the light and water intent crisscrossed each other, and the aura and sword intent fused with each other, representing the strongest sword intent in the world, which really appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This time, the spirit of enlightenment in the twilight successfully showed Lin Yunuo's kendo talent, which shocked the gentlemen of the academy with her potential in the future, although the dean Zhao Sanxing was already in the dark, and the talent was not so important, but the sword intent of the girl in front of him had to make him serious and solemn.

Even Xu Qingyun had to sigh that there are always some people in this world who represent the legends of the entire era. Just like Emperor Wu of the Great Wei 1,200 years ago, like the Xia Xiaohe of Nanyue Suliuzhai, and like the Shushan Sword Master who cultivated to the Eight Realms eight hundred years ago.

"Maybe you'll become a legend of this era too!"

Xu Qingyun has always had some expectations for Lin Yunuo's kendo talent, but if she wants to become a real legend, talent can't represent everything, I just hope that she can take the road under her feet on the road in the future.

The road is all walked by itself.

But only Xu Qingyun's own path is full of inexplicable confusion and lost, he doesn't know where the road under his feet is, and he doesn't know how long he can hold on to his belief when he was destroyed in Shushan.

"Old man, wait, I will slowly go to the people who thought about killing you. ”

"And the relatives who kicked me out of Big River State!"

He clearly knew that if he didn't pursue the belief in his heart, he might really be lost in the vast world.

Like a cold night, she has lost herself in the past.

Every time Xu Qingyun went to the plum forest where Zhao Sanxing lived, he could see the little girl sitting blankly on the swing under the plum tree, she was dressed in a white gauze skirt, and her tassel-like black hair hung down on her waist, cutting through the scorching sun, pouring down, the light flowed on the surface of the hair, reflecting the already crystal clear skin, making it look more and more flawless.

She sat on Merlin's swing, but the whole person was like an iceberg, always revealing a kind of coldness, cold to make people frightened, cold to heartbreaking, cold to make people feel like cicadas, afraid to approach.

He stepped forward and asked softly, "Lengleng?"

Ye Leng Leng raised his clear eyes, which were as cold as icebergs, and they melted in an instant when he saw Xu Qingyun. When she laughed, she had two cute little dimples on her cheeks, like the warm sunshine of the ancient city in winter.

It was very warm, she raised her delicate little face, and said with a happy smile: "Qingyun, why are you here!"

Xu Qingyun smiled, he felt that the night at this time was cold, and it was not so cold.

Time is like a crumpled lake, no one cares about his going, but cherishes his past. Xu Qingyun sat on the swing with her and chatted, and it wasn't until a long time ago that he raised his head and asked very seriously, "Leng Leng, have you really forgotten the past?"

Ye Leng Leng was slightly stunned, she raised her head a little dazedly, and her clear eyes were full of coldness again.

After hesitating for a long time, she lowered her eyes, shook her head silently and said, "No,"

Xu Qingyun took a deep breath, and sure enough, he asked again, "Then do you remember the person who harmed you in the first place?"

"I, of course, remember!"

"Is it Gu Nanyi?"

"Yes!"

"But why don't you go ......?"

"Because I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"

......

......

The cold night is cold, because of hatred, because of hatred for Gu Nanyi!

Even in that green cocoon, the spring breeze turned into a cocoon, the breath of life of the sword intent of the grass and trees, and the vitality and hope of the seven-colored Hori, there was no way to eliminate the hatred in her heart.

Xu Qingyun understands this kind of hatred, because he also has this kind of hatred, the hatred for those enemies who destroyed Shu Mountain back then, and the hatred for those who drove him out of Dahe Prefecture and backed his relatives.

But there's no denying that sometimes hatred really really helps a person grow.

Xu Qingyun is convinced of this, but it's a pity that he is too young now, and in the eyes of the real big men of the Chu State, he is just a remnant of Shushan who is barely breathing, and he can't afford to make the slightest storm in front of the huge empire.

"I'm not in a hurry because it's not all one by one...... Are you done?"

He looked at the vast sky in the distance, and the cool cold wind on the top of the mountain blew away the faint white clouds, and also took away the last fallen leaves of July.

Spring goes, autumn comes.

The fallen leaves are falling, yellowing and withering in the cold wind, until they finally fall into mud and dust.

Start a new cycle again.

-- Volume II, Final.