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The mountain behind the Tianfeng Peak, the small golden top.

In addition to the well-known four views of Zhuhai and Yugu, there is actually a scene in the mountain behind Zhuan Tianfeng, which is the small golden peak. The peak of Chaotian is towering into the clouds, but on the mountainside of the back mountain, a side peak is inserted horizontally, the peak is smooth as a mirror, except for the steep mountain body in the south that can be climbed, the other three sides are almost right-angled cliffs.

I don't know what kind of special ore is the mountain rock of the small golden top, whenever the sun rises in the east, when the first ray of light is shot, or the silver moon is in the sky, the moment when the silver glow is sprinkled, the mountain rock of the small golden top is reflected while absorbing the light, and the light that is absorbed and reflected back by the mountain rock seems to have a faint mist, and the whole small golden dome is suddenly shining with golden light, bright as a night lamp, so it is named.

And the most beautiful moment of the little golden dome is when the golden light is flashing and the entire Zhuan Tianshan is clearly visible, standing on it, it is like being in a fairyland, I don't know what year it is in the world. It's beautiful, it's hard to describe with pen and ink.

The world only knows the four views of the sky, and the people of the Tianmen only know the beauty of the small golden dome, but they are rarely immersed in the scene, and the reason is that because of the forbidden meditation pavilion in the door, it is next to the small golden dome.

The sky was dark tonight, and even less of them didn't even see a trace of starlight, and the boundless darkness embraced the whole little golden dome. The weather is getting colder, and the wind came last night, but it covered the entire small golden roof with a thin layer of snow. On such a night, there was a single person, dressed in white, holding a green flute in his hand, standing on the cliff of the small golden roof.

There was a wind blowing, and a few wisps of black silk on her sideburns swayed with the wind, skipping the beautiful face, but she didn't care at all, Song Piaoxue stood alone at the front of the cliff, silently looking into the distance, staring at the boundless darkness in a daze.

The Canglang Divine Sword was silently inserted into the mountain stone at his feet, emitting a faint yellow light in the boundless darkness, warming some places around him.

This kind of night is not the most beautiful moment of Xiao Jinding, the place where the disciples of the Meditation Pavilion under Xiao Jinding live behind him has long been gone, but why, Song Piaoxue came to this cold place alone?

The night breeze blew, with a slight chill, gently brushing up the corners of her clothes. Suddenly, she gently pressed the green flute in her hand against her red lips.

"Woo!" is it the sound of the wind? or is it the flute that stirs the heart?

The mountain wind grew stronger, and her clothes slowly fluttered in the wind. It's just that the faint sound of the flute turned into countless notes, penetrating out from this mountain wind, from this darkness, and fell into the abyss in front of him, bit by bit.

When there was no one in the night, she sang so affectionately.

What kind of feelings made her forget the urgency of the wind, forget the darkness around her, and want to tear her to pieces and pull her into the eternal dark abyss.

It turned out to be a gentle feeling, and the passionate and high-pitched voice suddenly turned into countless gentleness, flying in front of the darkness, like a flame in the ice, bursting out in an instant, condensing into, actually condensed into-

A pale face.

The flute stopped suddenly, and the sky seemed to be quiet, leaving only the bleak night breeze solo.

"Boom!"

An interlude, played in concert with the night wind, swept away far away under this lonely sky.

The Canglang Divine Sword came out in response, drawing a brilliant light under the night sky. The white figure turned upside down, merging with the Canglang Divine Sword in mid-air, and under the accompaniment of the bleak mountain wind, Song Piaoxue was like a fairy in the nine heavens, turning into the most beautiful sword dance picture tonight.

Rushing to the sky, it is like a silver coat streamer, circulating and churning in the hands of Qianqiansu, such as the long water is unrestrained; when it lands, there are traces of stepping on the snow, and the crystal snowflakes disappear with the wind, lingering under the faint sword light, such as the stars.

Song Piaoxue was on this night when no one was around, biting her red lips, closing her beautiful eyes, and her body was like a flower, dancing the most poignant picture in the world.

She danced and danced unwillingly, until her face was slightly pale, until the beads of sweat fell, until her strength was exhausted, and the Canglang Divine Sword, which never left her hand, gently came out of her hand in that beautiful posture, and inserted it into the snow with a soft "ding" sound.

The white figure rose and fell gently, and the darkness quickly enveloped it.

There was a faint wheezing sound and beads of sweat in the night, and I walked around the beautiful face before I reluctantly fell gently. Song Piaoxue stared at the Canglang Divine Sword on the snow, and there was a trace of confusion and helplessness in her eyes.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and after the tiredness had passed, it seemed that nothing had changed.

She stood motionless and motionless on the snow, for I don't know how long, until she ......

The sound of thin footsteps came from behind her, Song Piaoxue opened her eyes, turned around, and for a moment, her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, her red lips opened lightly, and she called softly: "Master!"

Descendants, dressed in light clothes, extremely ordinary, although the years have left traces in her heart, it seems that she has never been portrayed on her face, except for her own intention. The person who came was none other than Liu Chenya, the master of the Meditation Pavilion.

Liu Chenya stood three zhang away, looking at this disciple who had grown up beside him since he was a child, and there was a moment of sparkling. Ever since the three sects of the Dao Conference, especially after traveling and training, my favorite disciple has often been stunned alone in a secluded place at some point.

It was just the look on her face......

Alas, Liu Chenya sighed lightly in her heart, she was also young, and she only hoped that this disciple with extremely high talent and a rare disciple in the Heavenly Gate in the past hundred years could figure it out by himself, and not miss the cultivation.

"Master, why are you here?" Song Piaoxue picked up the Canglang Divine Sword and walked to Liu Chenya to say goodbye.

Liu Chenya stared at the delicate face in front of her, and said with concern: "It's been autumn for a long time, and the cold wind is getting stronger, although we and other cultivators are not afraid, but after a long time, it will also have an impact on the root bones, you have to pay more attention." ”

"Yes, Master. Song Piaoxue lowered her head and said softly.

Liu Chenya glanced at Song Piaoxue again, and finally couldn't bear to scold her anymore, and said, "Looking for you today, it's a matter of course." A few days ago, I received a letter from the head of the sect, which said that the Demon Sect had been silent for a hundred years, and now it was ready to move, and there was accurate information that the people of the various factions of the Demon Sect had gathered in Mobei and had a plan. In the righteous path, the three factions are the mainstay, and they have successively sent people to Mobei to stop the evil deeds of the demon sect. The head of the sect has an order, and he wants the young disciples of our sect to rush to Mobei to wait for the order. You can pack up now, contract with a few brothers and sisters, and go to Mobei. ”

Song Piaoxue's beautiful eyes seemed to have a flash of light, and she responded, "Yes, Master." ”

Liu Chenya saw it in her eyes, but she sighed in her heart, raised her hand gently, brushed Song Piaoxue's hair like she did when she was a child, and said with concern: "You are traveling, you should be careful about everything, you know?"

Song Piaoxue felt the master's love and nodded.

The two helped each other, walked out on the snow, and finally walked off the small golden roof.

It's just that a moment later, the moonlight, which had lost its trace, came from nowhere, and fell on the small golden top, which was dazzling and beautiful for a while.

A trace of obsession, can you see the beauty after the darkness?

Luo Xiaosang regained consciousness from his slumber, and his first reaction was not to open his eyes, but to replay in his mind the sad eyes that were as deep as the sea even under the hood.

Is there nothing to love in this world? Then why are you still alive, living so hard, so tired, although you don't see your face, I am afraid that even if you are as green as a child, your heart has already become as weak as a hundred-year-old man. What's more, is that heart still beating?

The Living Dead!

Luo Xiaosang suddenly thought of the name he had heard out of nowhere, this is a living dead. Who he is, why does he feel so familiar, so familiar, like another self.

Myself......

Luo Xiaosang slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened before he fell asleep, he was originally injured by Kutoutuo, and he was about to die, but suddenly a man in black appeared to save him, but the man in Tsing Yi appeared behind him, and then he didn't remember what happened.

Looking up, Luo Xiaosang found that he was lying on a clean bed, soft pillows and thin quilts, in the middle of the room, there was a table and chairs, the room was not big, but it was also tidy, there was a painting hanging on the wall, Luo Xiaosang couldn't see it really, I was afraid that it was some landscapes and the like.

Where is this?

As if to solve the confusion in his heart, at this moment, the door opened softly with a "squeak", and a dark green figure woman, holding a wooden tray in her hand, seemed to have a bowl of potion on the tray, and her footsteps fell silently, slowly walking to the bedside.

It's just that before she reached the bed, she first probed at the porcelain bowl with her thin fingers, but hurriedly retracted it, and then her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she had been scalded by the hot potion. Look at her red lips and white teeth, fair skin, full of black silk tied into braids and hanging behind her back, because of her slightly reddened cheeks, she looks like this, and she is also a delicate woman.

This delicate woman or the reason for habit, first glanced up at the movement on the bed, and then put the tray in her hand on the table, who knew that she had just lowered her head, but she quickly looked up at the bed, and almost knocked over the tray in a hurry. As soon as the tray was put down, she happily walked to the bed, and saw Luo Xiaosang staring at her with wide eyes, her face couldn't help but blush, and she said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Luo, you are awake." ”