Chapter 38 Another Year

A pale earth has fallen white snowflakes for the first time since Lu Yihan stepped in, dreamlike and picturesque. The snow was beautiful this year, and it was also cold. A pair of immature little hands wanted to grasp the ephemeral beauty, but he didn't know that the beauty was like a moment of fireworks, and where would be left afterward.

There was a hint of joy in his clear eyes, and in his memory, this should have been the first time it snowed in the Medical Immortal Valley! Although he didn't feel the cold, he saw the beauty. This should be the most beautiful one in strange memories.

"Do you like it?" The snowflakes fell, the purple fairy stood behind Lu Yihan, the fairy's face was full of smiles, in the eyes of the fairy, the child in front of her was her only world.

The wind was quiet, it blew the snow, and the white snow that danced with the wind, it fell helplessly to the ground, so the earth slowly turned snow-white, covering the appearance of the earth.

Lu Yihan is still the tattered white robe, in the cold wind, the robe is occasionally lifted by the wind, but the owner of the robe can no longer feel any cold. Lu Yihan nodded, he smiled, and said, "Hehe! This snow is very beautiful." He tried to hold it, but when he grabbed it, the snow began to melt again, leaving him with nothing but distress.

In the picturesque picture, Yun Xiao smiled: "Its beauty is like fireworks in the night, just for a short moment, everyone else wants to leave its beauty, but after all, it is not delusional?"

"That said, that's enough. Lu Yihan said.

Little by little, the cyan sword was covered in snow, but suddenly a pair of immature little hands clenched the hilt, melting the snow in the hilt. The sword still could not be unsheathed, so it had to be pulled out of the snow with its young hands attached to its scabbard. "Hum!" A sword roared, and in the midst of laughter, I saw Lu Yihan dancing a long sword on a snowy day, and the long sword was like the wind, driving Xue'er to float around.

Yun Xiao stood aside and watched, she said quietly: "This Medical Immortal Valley will have a snow every year, once a year. Xiaohan, today you are a year older. ”

Zhu Rong behind Yun Xiao said with a smile: "For a few months, his swordsmanship is getting better and better, ordinary people can't be so familiar without decades of kung fu, but he is good, only a few months." ”

The sword swept away the snow, and the bursts of blue light continued in the snow, gathering and scattering. Lu Yihan's sword is very beautiful, but the long sword is too fierce, and it always seems to frighten Xue'er every time it falls.

Not long after, Lu Yihan finally stopped dancing the long sword. He trotted to Yun Xiao's side and said, "Aunt Yun, you see, Xiao Han's sword dance today is not beautiful. ”

Yun Xiao's face was blushing, as if she was a girl with affection, and said, "Beautiful!" As a beautiful word fell, Yun Xiao held Lu Yihan in his arms, and the familiar and good-smelling medicinal fragrance entered Lu Yihan's nose: "Our Xiaohan dance's sword is the most beautiful." ”

Hearing this, Lu Yihan in the arms of the beautiful woman was full of joy, he was like a child who was praised by others, so he couldn't wait to praise him for another dance. Lu Yihan said with a smile: "Aunt Yun, will Xiao Han dance for you again?"

Yun Xiao nodded: "Hmm!"

The corners of Lu Yihan's mouth curled slightly, and he couldn't even hide the smile in his eyes, and said, "Then Aunt Yun has to be optimistic." I saw Lu Yihan jump softly and fall in the open space not far away, the long sword was still the same, but the owner of the sword closed his eyes this time.

As the eyes closed, the snow fell, and the empty snow-white land actually exuded a thick sadness, the long sword trembled, and it seemed to feel a familiar breath, and the flying snow gradually became slow and motionless under the surrounding of this sadness.

When the fetus looked at it with the naked eye, it was seen that the snow and the child standing in the snow had become still, like a tree that would not move for a hundred years.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly opened, as if the spring thunder exploded, at this moment, the snow became normal, and that pair of eyes became sad at the moment, it seemed to see its beloved woman slowly leaving itself, so this sad eye couldn't help but drop a tear.

Rumble!

At this moment, Lu Yihan's face turned pale, and now it was not him controlling the sword, but the sword controlling him. Still too reluctant? He didn't know that when he saw Aunt Yun happy, he just wanted to make her happier. This is often the case with children......

"This is ......" When Lu Yihan unleashed this sword, Yun Xiao covered his mouth in surprise, what a familiar sword! This sword has not been seen for thousands of years.

Lu Yihan, whose face was pale, smiled reluctantly, he was going to take out this sword. Tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, and as they fell back onto the scabbard of the cyan sword.

"Aunt Yun, this is the sword that Xiao Han danced for you. "This life is good for infatuation, good for sadness, if there is a lover who hears it, he will shed tears.

In an instant, the blue light skyrocketed, a dragon groan, and another dragon shadow. "Roar!" Within ten zhang, there was an invisible qi blowing.

The faint smile on Zhu Rong's face became no longer as Lu Yihan's tears fell, he was surprised, he seemed to be unbelievable, and exclaimed: "How could he ...... such a profound swordsmanship" Then he waved his red long sleeves, and the shield formed by the flames wrapped him and Yun Xiao, blocking the invisible qi that followed.

Lu Yihan said sadly: "The sword that punishes the heart, it is the heart, but the hurt is love." ”

In an instant, the long sword in Lu Yihan's hand turned into a blue light, and the blue light flew into the air out of the immature little hand, and in the blink of an eye, people just saw a glimmer of light, even if they were real people Zhu Rong and Yun Xiao.

Tears fell, snowflakes fell, Lu Yihan, who was dressed in white, put his hands back to his back, and the long sword then fell in front of Lu Yihan. A smile slowly appeared on his pale face, and he finally used this sword, and he smiled: "Aunt Yun, is Xiao Hanwu's sword beautiful?"

With tears in her eyes, Yun Xiao said, "Beautiful! This is the most beautiful sword Aunt Yun has ever seen." ”

Lu Yihan said happily: "Hehe! Xiao Han's sword is dancing for Aunt Yun." ”

After Yun Xiao left, Zhu Rong, who was dressed in a fiery red robe, did not leave with Yun Xiao as usual, Lu Yihan may also feel strange, after all, Zhu Rong in the past was like the shadow of the medical immortal Yun Xiao, Yun Xiao walked there, Zhu Rong followed there, but now Yun Xiao is gone, and he is still there.

Lu Yihan touched the cold long sword, he seemed to be glad that he had used this sword today.

Zhu Rong, who had not left yet, smiled: "It's hard for you." ”

Zhu Rong's words made Lu Yihan inexplicable, he was very puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Zhu Rong said: "I haven't seen her so happy for a long time, since you came here, she has laughed more than hundreds or thousands of years." I know it's hard for you to use that sword just now, and you're probably running out of strength, right?"

Hearing this, Lu Yihan smiled embarrassedly, and then sat on the soft snow with a very unseated ass, and said: "Yes! It's really exhausting me, just that sword, just that sword! ”

The smile on Zhu Rong's face was even better: "Thank you!"

Lu Yihan waved his hand and said, "Why do you say thank you," after hesitating for a while, Lu Yihan said again: "Can you tell me...... ...... the hell I am."

Who knew that Lu Yihan's words hadn't had time to finish, Zhu Rong said: "Everyone doesn't know about your affairs except her, and I am the same, but ...... You were really badly injured before you came here, and she did everything she could to save you. ”

Lu Yihan knew who it was, but it was just ...... Is she telling the truth?

and Zhu Rong, Lu Yihan didn't know, he was unfamiliar with everything, except himself.