The blue sea and cloudy sky, the spring mist is swirling, the heavy mountains under it are stacked, with the ups and downs of the momentum, the green forest surrounds it, there are occasional strange peaks and steep pulls, straight into the transpiring clouds.

In the smoke, the stream flows at the foot of the mountain, the posture is meandering, the sound is murmuring, and it flickers and flickers in the sparse forest.

In such a scene, a gust of wind for no reason, the stones blowing in twos and threes made a sudden sound between the ravines, blowing the blades of grass lying on the low lonely grave swaying and tangling together, adding a bit of bleakness and coldness to this barren mountain. The wind swept the clouds, and by the way, he also brought up the corner of the robes of the forty-odd people in the wind.

He came from far and near, walked like the wind, raised his eyes to look at the vast Yuhua Mountain, everywhere he looked, he all sighed at the deep stream, the scene of green and slight vomiting, and sighed: It is another cold food day.

Stopped in front of the lonely grave, standing on the stele, opposite to the wind, the silver hairpin was tied up, it was difficult to hide the sideburns over the shoulders and neck, the wind was over the ears, I saw him put a handful of dust on his arm, and looked deeply at the tombstone, and the clean face slightly had a trace of solemnity and loss sandwiched.

From this point of view, his eyebrows are clear, his face is angular, and his clear and handsome expression reveals the style of hidden birth, but at this time, he made a lonely face.

Slowly took out the paper incense candle in his arms, he did not rush to burn it, but first glanced at the six words "the tomb of his beloved wife Li Yi" on the stele, and then turned his eyes to look at the three words "Li Xuanhui" in the lower corner, and unconsciously sighed with emotion, since the date he erected the stele, it has been eighteen years.

With one hand lightly resting on the stele, he sighed and muttered: "Eighteen years, Yi'er, I'm here again, are you okay?"

Fingers slid down the handwriting of the stele, Li Xuanhui squatted down and looked at the sky, and then turned his gaze back to the surrounding of the stele, only to see the grassy grave and desolate, and couldn't help sighing: "There is a stele and no one, but I know that you can hear me, isn't it? ”

Calling this sentence lightly, Li Xuanhui stared at the tombstone with a lonely face and was silent, the lonely figure swayed gently in the residual wind, whimpering, and the silver frost between the temples was visible.

The person on the stele is lonely, and there is no skeleton under the stele!

Li Xuanhui finished the last pillar of incense and stood in front of the tomb for a long time, the past was like dust, which blinded his eyes and teased his heart.

Looking into the distance, he heard his own exclamation again from eighteen years ago: "What?

Stumbling in the lonely wind, the handsome young man shouted in horror, "I don't believe it!"

A voice sounded behind the young man: "Xuanhui, I'm sorry, Sister Yi is because I ......" The voice was gentle and graceful, Li Xuanhui turned her eyes to look at the caller, and she was a dignified and elegant young woman, with a delicate and fair face in the nineteenth hour, her eyes were shining with light, and when she looked at Li Xuanhui, she sometimes opened her mouth to speak, sometimes she wanted to speak and stopped, and her expression was full of guilt.

She didn't dare to face Li Xuanhui's compelling gaze, although there was little blame in that gaze, but the loneliness and sadness on her face was even more uncomfortable for her, and at this moment, facing Li Xuanhui, she actually felt like a sinner.

Facing Li Xuanhui standing at the door, she only tried her best to avoid her eyes, touched her cheek with a slender white hand, and said: "It's me who is not good, that day I went up the back mountain with Sister Yi, and I was careless for a while, but the sect leader ......."

Speaking of this, Meng realized that he had lost his words again, and changed his words: "Unexpectedly, the Sect Leader of the Moon Ming Sect will be there, I will only leave for a while, who knows that the sky will bring disasters, the sect leader originally intended to arrest me back to the Moon Ming Holy Sect, but unexpectedly, I ...... the wrong sister Yi"

Touching his cheeks again, he could only hate the trouble caused by the similar faces of these twin sisters, if it weren't for that, how could Sister Li Yi be mistaken for herself and taken the Yueming Sect away?

She looked up at the roof beam, full of sadness, and a voice in her heart cried: "Sister, why don't you tell the sect leader that you are not Li Shang." Li Sheng grew up in the Yueming Sect, is the Holy Maiden of the Yueming, this life and this life can not be separated from the Yueming, my Yueming Sect ancestor is on the top, generations of disciples are not allowed to invade the Qingju Garden, you have urinated in the Qingju Garden since you were a child, as long as you tell your identity, you will not have this calamity! Half-mother, twins, separated sisterhood! The eldest brother of the sect leader has gone crazy, and I will be sentenced to the crime of teaching, and my sister, as a disciple of Yueming, deserves this punishment, this crime should not be borne by you, my sister owes you a life, owes you a life! How do you tell me to face Xuanhui?

It turned out that Li Sheng and Li Yi were twin sisters, but Li Sheng was exiled since she was a child, raised by the Yueming Sect, and had a conflict with the sect leader, and later when she was captured, the sect leader mistakenly killed her sister, so that Li Xuanhui became a loner.

Suddenly, she glanced at Li Xuanhui urgently, and hurriedly said, "Li Sheng knows that he is ashamed of you, and he is willing to exchange his life for a life!" As she spoke, she aimed the sharp knife that took off her sleeves at her chest and stabbed it down.

With a clang, the knife fell to the ground before it entered the abdomen.

"What are you doing!" Li Xuanhui rushed forward to stop her move, and screamed.

He wanted to laugh and cry, standing in front of him was Li Shang, the twin sister of his wife Li Yi who was about to pass the door, lost for nineteen years, the sisters reunited, but they didn't want to have a Li Shang in Qingju Garden, and a Li Yi to go!

Looking at Li Shang, Li Yi's voice and smile flashed one by one, is this Li Shang?

The eyes flashed with tears, Li Shang's every move, Li Yi's smile, and the same frowning eyebrows......

Li Xuanhui was in a trance, he couldn't hate, he could only sigh, turned his head and said: "You don't have to blame yourself, Yi'er has a good temperament, since she made this choice, Xuanhui can only sigh: Life should be like this!"

......

The lonely wind is falling, standing on the tombstone!

Suddenly, a girl twelve miles away knelt down at the head of the grave, Li Xuanhui looked behind, but saw that she took out a roll of drawing paper from her sleeve, and slowly unfolded it, a portrait of a young woman in her thirties came into Li Xuanhui's eyes.

Li Xuanhui couldn't help but be stunned, the person on the painting was the Li Shang.

The girl looked back at Li Xuanhui, as if she noticed that Li Xuanhui was looking at the portrait, so she lit the painting paper on the incense candle, and said to the tombstone: "Auntie, Shao Qing's painting is clumsy, only relying on the memory of her mother when she was a child, and the aunt in the master's mouth, Master, Taijun, and the uncles all say that the aunt looks like a mother, so Shao Qing deliberately imagined the sound and appearance of the aunt to draw this portrait and send it to the aunt, if there is anything inappropriate in the painting, the aunt can ask the dream to guide Shao Qing......"

The girl was talking to herself, and she didn't know if anyone was listening under the tombstone, but she saw the paper burning in the air and making a swishing sound......

The white clothes dragged on the ground were like light smoke in the wind, although it was twelve Shaohua, her face was already delicate and lovely, her eyes were as smart as a clear spring, and the green silk scattered on her cheeks was swaying with the wind, and she could vaguely glimpse the condensation between her eyebrows and eyes, heavy and heavy.

Li Xuanhui stood behind her, and sighed with her emotion: Twelve years, in a blink of an eye, Qing'er is already more than twelve.

After Li Yi passed away, he lived in this Yuhua Mountain Qing cultivation for the Tao, after a gap of 16 years, he saw Li Shang again, time flies, it has been two years since the last meeting, and Qing'er has come to Yuhua Mountain for two years.

All kinds of the past, surging over, looking at Xiao Qing'er kneeling on the grave, Li Xuanhui's expression is complicated, the ten-year-old girl left her father and mother to follow her uncle, and she is commensurate with her master and apprentice every day.

When Xiao Qing'er was ten years old, Li Xuanhui revisited Li Sheng sixteen years later.

When he saw Li Shang, he was not as awkward and embarrassed as before, he stood in the wind, talking and laughing calmly.

At that time, Li Shang was already a wife, her husband's surname was Tianming Yijian, Tianyi Sword Master went out of Huashan, after the destruction of the Yueming Sect, the couple built a sword building at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to live, when Li Xuanhui went, Li Sheng and his wife already had two sons and three daughters under their knees.

The eldest son Tian Shaoxuan, the eldest daughter Tian Shaoqi, the second daughter Tian Shaoyin, and the rest are a pair of dragon and phoenix children, ranking last, and Xiao Shaoqing is one of them.

Tian Shaoqing was ten years old, born smart and well-behaved, Li Xuanhui immediately smiled when she saw her at first glance, overjoyed, and held her in her arms for a long time and was reluctant to let go.

He said that Qing'er, this girl is very similar to the young Li Yi, not only looks alike, but also speaks alike.

He pulled the ten-year-old Tian Shaoqing to say this and that, talking about mountains and rivers, and talking about the joys of life, as if he would never get tired.

Li Sheng secretly noticed: The youngest daughter was not a stranger to him when she saw him, but got along well and walked together, like a father and daughter.

She couldn't help but think deeply, if her sister Li Yi was alive, maybe their children would be that big. After thinking about it again, I was happy that my sister had a spirit in the sky, and she couldn't bear to see Li Xuanhui lonely, so she reincarnated as a young girl.

When Li Xuanhui was leaving, she pulled Xiao Qing'er to say goodbye to Li Sheng and his wife, Li Sheng didn't wait for him to speak, and said with a smile: "Since Qing'er is destined for you, you might as well keep her by your side!"

Li Sheng felt guilty, how could Li Xuanhui not know? But in this moment, two years have passed......

Li Xuanhui came back to his senses from the past, and Tian Shaoqing was already standing beside him.

The wind was endless, the two looked at the tombstone together, Li Xuanhui and Li Yi, who was sleeping under the stele, said 'parting', and the master and apprentice turned around and went down the mountain.

The wind rolled up the robes, set aside the layers of mountains, and at the corner of the mountain road, the two led the horses one after another.

After a while, the smoke and dust rose, and the official road under the mountain was heard: got, got, got......

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and two figures flashed from the road, a girl in white and a Taoist in a clear shirt...... The girl galloped on her horse, and the white clothes danced in the wind.

Suddenly, the Taoist in a clear shirt galloped while beating his horse and suddenly asked: "In ancient times, there were three parts of the world, Wei, Shu, Wu, and today...... What is there today?"

The white clothes flew in all directions in the wind, and the voice fell into the sand and dust, crisp and sonorous: "Ten Kingdoms Strife!"

The Taoist patriarch laughed twice, and then asked, "Where are we?"

The girl in white knew that he must have something to say, so she said: "This year, the Khitan is going south, and the soldiers are forcing the stone to the noble Jin Dynasty, and the Central Plains is in danger, but we are ......" While speaking, she reined in the reins of the horse and looked at the Taoist and said: "The world is divided, the flames of war are frequent, my master and I are in the troubled times, whether it is martial arts or the world, we have an unshirkable responsibility, Qing'er is willing to follow the master on this trip to the rivers and lakes!"

The horse's hooves are stepped on again, and the 'gains' are restored......

The Taoist asked again: "How many factions are there in the rivers and lakes?"

The echo of the girl in white resounded in the depths of the official road: " In the past, the evil way Yueming Sect was defeated under the father and the seven swords of Huashan, since then, in the righteous path of martial arts, the father lived in the sword building to lead the rivers and lakes with chivalry; the master Shangguan Yiming succeeded to the head and the seven sword masters lived in Huashan, occupying the first place in the rivers and lakes, even the father should be taboo, the father of the master out of Huashan, without Huashan, there would be no today's father; the master lived in the north of Yuhua Mountain as a Taoist; the Qingju Garden was headed by Taijun, although it was hidden for a hundred years, but the status was respected, the master and his mother were born in the Qingju Garden, if there was no Qingju Garden, there would be no master. ”

The two of them rode farther and farther away, and the Taoist voice could still be heard a little: "So what words does the master teach you to remember?"

The last voice was drawn in the dust and sand in the distance, sonorous and powerful: "Respect the teacher, you will succeed!"

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