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Divorce from sorrow.

There are nine veins in the Separation Sect, and the scenery is also different. For example, the long gate is ethereal and solemn from the palace of the peak of sorrow; the sword hall looks at the green bamboo of the peak of the sorrowful peak, the bamboo shadow is lonely, and the transcendent thing is outside; and it is like the dark fragrance of the apricot forest of the peak of the moxian peak, and the fruit is full of head.

Each place has different scenery throughout the year, but all of them are beautiful and have their own characteristics.

Now this place is completely different from other places.

The red leaves are like waves, spotted, like tears from people, the moonlight is more misty red leaves, like a fantasy like a wave, the west wind does not know where to come, blowing the red leaves like a tide, rolling and swaying, wanting to charm the eyes.

The soft sound of the autumn leaves sounded far away in the night, like a sigh, stirring unknown sadness and melancholy.

The autumn leaves are misty, the moonlight is cold, and it is desolate.

The silent night is even more lonely and empty in the endless waves of autumn leaves.

In the distance, there was a sudden burst of music played by an unknown instrument, fluttering, slowly undulating with the sea of red leaves, twists and turns, and tear-jerking.

The music seemed to comfort the lonely soul who left home and soothe the wounds in the heart under such a bleak moonlight.

Who is it that suddenly broke the melancholy of this party? and added a little sadness to the heart.

The cold moon, hanging in the inky sky, is like a huge jade plate, illuminating the scenery of this square circle, and putting a layer of misty gauze on this square circle.

A cliff, the cliff peak is a delicate and simple pavilion, the small pavilion green tile red paint, the curved pavilion eaves slightly inclined to the sky, as if gently hanging the moon in the sky. On the frieze of the small pavilion, three simple and quiet golden ancient characters appear more and more clearly recognizable under the reflection of the moonlight.

Lanyue Pavilion.

The pavilion is under the moon, and the moon is faint.

About a foot away from the pavilion, a pale blue figure stood in the misty moonlight sprinkled from the sky, as if it was also like the silent red maple tree, only the west wind that blew at some point, gently stirred her pale blue clothes, rippling with the wind, and the dazzling red leaves, slowly floating in the hazy moonlight.

The peerless figure of the people under this moon is inlaid with a thin layer of silver light by this moonlight, and it seems to be independent and dusty in this dark night.

The plain hand moved lightly, the cherry lips opened lightly, and the red leaves on the fingertips slowly played between her lips like elves, and the sound of the red leaves was the music that broke the tranquility of this side, but when I heard it at this moment, it was even more ecstatic, like crying.

The autumn leaves are rippling, and the sound of "rustling-" seems to hear such music, and I sobbed softly with tears in my eyes.

The moonlight slowly shone on the face of the man in white, and suddenly it seemed to lose all color, pulled through a cloud, and slowly hid his traces.

This face is so beautiful, so beautiful that the fairies in the middle of the month dare not compare with her, that face, jade fat eyebrows, seems to be resentful, but it is absolutely beautiful to describe it with any adjective It looks pale and weak.

The eyes like cold stars in the silent night, looking back, are also sad and resentful, as if all the beauty in this world is in their eyes, and all the beauty in this world has lost its due light in an instant. Only those cold eyes remain, as if eternal.

The blue shadow is like frost and snow, and in the moonlight, the world is independent. However, it is not as weak and charming as ordinary women, but just standing there coldly, half arrogant, half out of dust, half compassion, in a trance, like a fairy in the nine heavens, without the purification and hustle and bustle of the world.

Duanmu Ningque.

She stood here like this, and in an instant all the scenery became non-existent, and she became the most beautiful poem in the bleak wind of the red leaves.

In addition to the usual coldness like frost and snow, there seemed to be a little more inexplicable sorrow and concern in her eyes. seems to be concerned about an indelible figure in his heart, and in the coldness, a trace of warmth flashed suddenly.

The originally poignant sound of red leaves suddenly became lingering and compassionate, and there was more of a child's heart.

In the moonlight, she seemed to be muttering to herself: "On that day, my words were really a little heavy? Maybe I was really a little ruthless to him...... Now, it really doesn't seem like he's been here since that day......"

Raise your eyes and look everywhere, the eyes are full of lonely red leaves, and the figure of someone has appeared even for a moment.

Sighing softly, suddenly, she raised her beautiful face, looked at the jade-like moon, and said slowly: "Could it be that I really broke his heart, am I really wrong?"

The moon was silent, only a little bit of light sprinkled on the snowy face.

"That's it, that's it, it's the best situation, it's better to draw your sword and face each other in the future, like a stranger......"

The sound of red leaves sounded again, but it was even more lonely and clear.

These days, Duanmu Ningque locked himself in the Phantom Worry Peak, except for playing the red leaves song to the moonlight in this Lanyue Pavilion every night, even no one saw him, whether it was Senior Sister Su Yuan or Master Venerable Phantom Chen, she never saw it again. The other junior sisters came to visit, but they were also blocked by her.

Except for Mrs. Phantom Chen, everyone else thinks that she is usually cold and accustomed to it, and she doesn't like to be lively, and she usually comes and goes alone, and she doesn't like to be mixed with this group of sisters and sisters, and most of them are used to it.

It's just that his master, Master Huanchen, mentioned this apprentice too much, but his face was heavy and his mind was heavy. It's just that every time I ask in front of Duanmumen, I only answer, and I can save it, so there is no reply, and Phantom Chen has to leave alone.

Over time, this illusion of worry up and down, it seems that he gradually forgot about this cold Duanmu Tongmen, and gradually went to do his own thing.

It wasn't until Mo Youfeng sent a message that the assessment of this new disciple had begun, and among the new disciples there was a woman named Tang Murong, who was very talented, and Duanmu Ningque had a little concern. It was probably because of this Tang Murong that he was a little curious, so he walked out of his quiet room and only asked Senior Sister Su Yuan to ask.

Su Yuan thought that she was curious about Tang Murong, and knew that this junior sister was plain and cold, and she didn't care about anything, so she was so easy to become interested today, so she added some polish to the real situation and hearsay about Tang Murong.

It's just that Ren Suyuan talked for half an hour from beginning to end, and Duanmu Ningque still had an indifferent expression, and he didn't even interject half a sentence.

Until Su Yuan also felt very bored, he slowly stopped talking.

That Duanmu still stood there quietly, without saying a word, until Su Yuan Fang was about to leave, and Duanmu Ning Fang said like ice and snow melting: "Senior Sister Su, who are the people who are presiding over the assessment this time?"

As smart as Su Yuan, he immediately covered his mouth and snickered, which made Duanmu Ningque puzzled.

"Why is my sister laughing?" Duanmu Ning Que raised his eyes slightly. Could it be that her casual question actually provoked Senior Sister Su to know that what she had in her heart could not be true?

Su Yuan said with a smile: "I'm such a smart sister Duanmu, I've never seen you so concerned, today you can be regarded as concerned about it, this new disciple assessment, for ten thousand years, I have been acting the same way from the Worry Sect, although there has been a little turmoil, but it can be regarded as safe, you have lost your soul these days, I am so-called why, it was for him to ......"

After that, there was a lot of laughter.

Duanmu Ning Que Su is pure and tight, and he has never laughed so intimately with other senior sisters in the door, although he is like Senior Sister Su Yuan today, he is not used to it, but when he heard Su Yuan say this, he was even more undecided, could it be that Senior Sister Su really saw it?

Thinking of this, he was slightly distracted for a while, and in Su Yuan's eyes, the expression became more and more cold and unhappy.

Su Yuan hurriedly smiled, waved his hand and said: "My sister is a very good person, but this temperament is a little cold, don't worry, maybe if you change to someone else, I'm afraid that there is that danger, but he Chu Xiao is really not surprised." ”

There was another chuckle.

Chu Xiao? She actually thought that I was thinking about Chu Xiao. Duanmu Ningque was a little angry in her heart, but because she was a senior sister, she had to say nothing, and the expression on her face was much colder.

Su Yuan smiled, and saw that Duanmu Ningque's expression was wrong, so he felt as if this plain and cold junior sister didn't care about Chu Xiao. Hurriedly made a self-slapping gesture and said: "Bah, look at me, but what are you talking nonsense......"

In fact, it is no wonder that Su Yuan, that Chu Xiao is the leader of the younger generation, how amazing, and he is a potential candidate for the next head of the sect, that is, the most unfortunate and like his master, he has become the first seat of the Sword Hall on behalf of the heavens. He is young, and his cultivation is already at the peak of the Yuanying Great Perfection, looking at the entire cultivation, there are not many people of his age who can have today's achievements.

And his younger sister Duanmu Ningque has always been cold and arrogant, quiet and independent, and her natural vision is also high. Therefore, from Su Yuan's heart, as soon as Duanmu Ning Que Fu asked who was presiding over the assessment of the new disciples, she naturally thought that her heart belonged to Chu Xiao.

However, seeing that Duanmu Ning was silent and his face was cold, he realized that he seemed to have guessed wrong.

Duanmu Ningque saw that Senior Sister was like this, her cold face softened slightly, and she said lightly: "Senior Sister don't want to be like this, and blame me for not making it clear." Besides Senior Brother Chu of Wangwu Peak, who else is there?"

Su Yuan said at this time: "I heard that it was originally presided over by Uncle Lu of Mo Youfeng, but there were only six people brought by Senior Brother Lu Xiyue. I heard that the two times were quite unpleasant. In the end, it was decided to focus on Mo Youfeng, supplemented by Wangwu Feng, and then give up. ”

When Duanmu Ningque heard this, he suddenly seemed to say to himself: "So...... Mo Youfeng is all going to go?"

"That's not it, Mo Youfeng, Zeng Ruijin, Bai Limu, Xiao Gangyan, Duan Langkun and Lu Xiyue, and there is another disciple who doesn't seem to be too high in cultivation and has been accepted in the past five years...... Like, it seems to be called Lin Yizhi. Su Yuan replied while bowing his head in thought.

Su Yuan didn't have a deep impression of Lin Yizhi, he had only taken a few photos, but he knew that this was a thin young man who was quite handsome, and there was nothing else.

When Su Yuan raised his head again, there was no one in front of him, and the end of Mu Ningque had long been gone.

............

Since he asked Su Yuan on that day, three days have passed, and Duanmu Ningque knows that recruiting disciples can complete all the assessments in one day, three levels, one forest and one trial, and I am afraid it will take about ten days for all these contents to be completed. In the first few assessments, Duanmu Ningque is not worried, but only the first burial place is passed, but Duanmu Ningque is a hundred people who can't rest assured.

This burial place is almost foolproof, but in the past 10,000 years, there have been three accidents, and the person who had the first accident has already been buried in the sea of obsession with fire, and now I am afraid that my soul does not know where to look. The person who had an accident for the second time, he didn't see anyone in life, he didn't see a corpse in death, and even the real person in charge of the sect at that time used the treasure of leaving sorrow to return to heaven to turn back time, and he couldn't find that person. The third person who had an accident, listening to the words of the elders of the previous generation who knew the secrets of leaving sorrows, seemed to have fallen into the path of demons, and there was no return, and even this person's name was completely eliminated from the Sorrow Sect.

And tonight I'm afraid it's at the threshold of the burial ground, I wonder if that person is okay?

Who is the person she thinks of in her heart, those cold eyes, all her thoughts are obscured without a trace, I am afraid only she can know.

In fact, early this morning, Duanmu Ningque was a little upset, she wanted to ask Senior Sister Su Yuan how the assessment of the disciples was going, but because of her weak personality, she would not open her mouth to ask, just thinking about it in her heart, Ren didn't ask anyone.

She simply locked herself in the quiet room, and went crazy to run the path of worry, trying to calm her mind, but she never thought that until she was exhausted, the irritability in her heart became tighter and tighter.

I had to get up and leave the quiet room, push the door and go out.

Only then did I realize that it was already full of stars, and the moon was like a silver plate.

Just go out for a walk, he is so capable, self-protection is not necessarily, those people who are not worried about it, how can they let him carry a heavy burden, at most it is just a formality and a fight.

She thought about it stupidly, and walked aimlessly, and when she suddenly woke up, she had come to the cliff of this Lanyue Pavilion.

Condescendingly, the red leaves are like blood, and the leaves are bursting, like sorrow.

Twisting a red leaf in his hand, the cherry lips touched lightly, the sound of the red leaves, tossing and turning, desolate and sad, there was just a cold west wind, rising from the forest, causing this melancholy to be a little more.

The song of red leaves, a little grievance, who understands who she wants to win now?

In the moonlight, this beautiful pale blue figure slowly told something.

The west wind is blowing, and the lonely man sings......

Who is it that is taking care of the wounds in the heart?

Push the joy away from a moment of time.

Autumn leaves nestled in the middle of the night......\

She muttered to herself in that low voice, only the moonlight might understand what she was talking about.

Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be a faint tremor behind her, and the tremor was so small that if it weren't for her silence, I am afraid she would not have felt it at all.

His heart suddenly moved, and he called softly: "Cangli...... What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words fell, the Cangli Divine Sword seemed to become more and more restless and restless, Duanmu Ningque's expression changed, and he couldn't help but move his thoughts, as if he wanted to suppress the inexplicable throbbing of the Cangli Divine Sword behind him.

Unexpectedly, the Cangli Divine Sword seemed to be unmoved, and the tremor became bigger and bigger, until finally, the trembling sound of the sword body of the Cangli Divine Sword in the scabbard became louder and louder, knocking on the entire scabbard, making a crisp sound.

There has never been such a thing, since this Cangli Divine Sword has followed her, it has been as calm and silent as her temperament, not to kill the enemy in battle, or when it is in danger, it must be quiet, people can't imagine that one of the peerless four divine swords is so inconspicuous behind such a cold woman.

However, at this time, the Cangli Divine Sword had never been like this, Duanmu Ningque frowned slightly, and snorted coldly, but it still had no suppressive effect at all.

Suddenly, only a clear sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a dazzling blue light suddenly rose behind Duanmu Ningque, and the light kept flashing, rushing straight into the inky sky from the front of this cliff, and in an instant, the world seemed to light up.

The blue light was faint, constantly shining in the sky, and the sound of the sword was crisp and pleasant, breaking the original bleakness and loneliness.

The blue light was the Cangli Divine Sword, but seeing that it was above this firmament, it was like a blue S star that pierced the sky, with a clear roar and blue light shimmering.

"Cangli, what's wrong with you? Did you feel something?" Duanmu Ningque looked up, and his heart suddenly tightened.

The Cangli Divine Sword seemed to understand its master's words, and the sword body seemed to tremble slightly in mid-air as if it were nodding. However, although Duanmu Ningque knew in his heart that the Cangli Divine Sword must have sensed something, what it sensed must have been something very important or urgent, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for it to fly out by itself and shine in this night sky.

It's just that Duanmu Ningque knew that something might have happened, but he was at a loss, so he had to look at the Cangli Divine Sword with more and more blue light, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

The Cangli Divine Sword seemed to see that the master didn't know what to do, and became more agitated, only flying up and down in this firmament, suddenly rushing into the sky, and suddenly plunging into the red leaf forest, in a moment, the clear sound burst, and rose to the sky again.

Above the originally black night sky, there were suddenly countless blue glows, like a galaxy flowing in mid-air, shining brightly, and there was an indescribable beauty.

Duanmu Ningque only saw that there was another burst of confusion, and it was expected that something big had happened, which was enough to make Cangli Divine Sword feel shocked, but what happened to her, she had no way of knowing, and couldn't help but hold the red leaves in her hand in the palm of her hand, and it was not to walk in front of the cliff, nor to stay.

In an instant, the red leaf was inadvertently crushed by Duanmu Ningque, like a little red sand, scattered from the fingers, floating in the wind.

The Cangli Divine Sword flew like this for a while, and suddenly became a lot quieter, and suddenly flew straight in front of Duanmu Ningque, the speed was extremely fast, bringing up bursts of cold sword qi.

Duanmu Ningque was shocked, isn't this Cangli Divine Sword crazy today? This is to stab himself!

But in half a breath, the Cangli Divine Sword had already come to a place less than three inches away from Duanmu Ningque, and the blue light roared faintly, just like that, suspended in front of her eyes, trembling gently.

Duanmu Ningque's eyes lit up, and he said softly: "Cangli, you want to take me there?......"

The words fell, and only a long roar like joy was heard, and with a "snap-" sound, the Cangli Divine Sword turned its direction straight in mid-air, and the tip of the sword was facing the northwest direction, the misty night. Then the clear sound that seemed to respond did not stop.

Northwest direction! Duanmu Ningque suddenly looked up and looked in the northwest direction, only to see that at the end of the red-leaf forest in the west, there was a rolling thick night, and there seemed to be a thin layer of mountain mist, and the sky and the earth were misty and connected.

The fog obscured Duanmu Ningque's eyes like cold stars, but Duanmu Ningque's heart was as clear as clouds and fog in an instant.

To the northwest, where the burial cave is located, there is only one person, who can make Cangli Divine Sword have such a big reaction. It's not just because of that person, but also hesitating about the special ...... in him

It's not good, he must have felt that breath, could it be that he is in any danger?

Without hesitation, Duanmu Ningque snorted softly: "Cangli...... Take me there!"

With that, he wants Edgeworth to break through the air.

However, the blue cloth only moved slightly, and suddenly heard a soft and familiar voice in the Lanyue Pavilion suddenly sounded: "Duanmu... Where are you going?"

Duanmu Ningque couldn't help but be stunned, slowly turned around, and when he saw the figure of the man, he already understood everything, so he had to suppress the ten thousand feelings in his heart and slowly walked into the pavilion.

Ying Ying bowed and called in a low voice: "Master, ......"