The moon and stars are scarce, and in a small building above Zixia Pavilion, it is still pitch black, the doors and windows are closed, and it has obviously been unoccupied for a long time.

The ancient pines rustle in the breeze, and the moon flowers next to the small building are blooming brilliantly. The occasional insect chirp breaks the silence of the night. The small building is obviously so quiet and dusty.

A figure, as if a breeze blowing, floated through the flowers and ancient pines beside the small building, like a ghost, floating into the small building. During the whole process, there was not a single dust stirred, let alone the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect patrolling the surroundings.

The figure didn't seem to want to alarm anyone, and silently swept into a boudoir on the small building. I saw that the Zhumen was painted red, but there was no dust on the façade, and it was obvious that someone often came here.

The figure paused, but gently pushed the door open.

The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers, but under the man's blazing eyes, everything was as clear as daytime. Sure enough, there was no one in the house, but all the furniture was spotless.

In the boudoir, a guqin is placed on the table, and there is an incense burner on the side. The figure took a slow breath and looked at the guqin, as if to see the person playing the qin. Opposite the guqin is a bookstand, on which are a few books and a pile of rice paper. Turning his head, it was the dresser of his daughter's house. Under a bronze mirror with a clear portrait of a person is a few boxes of rouge and jewelry, and a wooden comb is placed next to it.

The figure looked over again, and by the windowsill, there was a portrait of a man with starry eyes and sword eyebrows. He looked arrogant, holding a fairy sword in his hand, as if he was looking down on all beings. But there was a hint of sadness in his expression. Look closely at the eyebrows, and there is a feeling of tenderness like water. This portrait is delicate, the pen is euphemistic, and at first glance it is from the hand of a woman.

The man stood quietly in front of the window for a long time, staring at the portrait, and a trace of indescribable pain appeared on his handsome and handsome face. Painted on the person. The drawing is extremely realistic, and you can see at a glance that it is the same person as the man in front of you.

Can be the same person. His expression was very different, as if time had stood still, and the man stared at the painting blankly, completely oblivious to the passage of time. The silence of the empty building was mixed with the sound of insects. Accompanied the man in green clothes to stand in front of the window.

Maybe it's touching the scene. Maybe it's been suppressed for too long, maybe it's too bitter, scenes of the past linger in the man's heart, the young man of the past is full of spirit, happy and hateful, and now he is dead and alive, and he can't look back; Now it's hard to see Yirenfang, full of melancholy!

It's just four years. It's been like this!

In the last fierce battle in the Demon Abyss, the sword swinging group of devils was frightened, and he must have been famous all over the world, but he had run out of oil and could no longer urge the fairy sword to fall into the abyss. I thought that it would be impossible to escape the catastrophe, but I didn't expect to see the light of day again today! The world has changed, just like a dream, but it seems like yesterday!

Finally, the man in Tsing Yi let out a soft sigh, as if he wanted to vent his resentment, unwillingness, longing and hatred in the past few years.

Suddenly, a low sneer came from his arms: "You kid stood here like a fool for a long time before sighing? Didn't you steal into someone's boudoir and want to steal incense and jade? Do you feel like you're going to run away in vain tonight?"

This voice was extremely vicissitudes, and the technique of "thousands of miles of sound transmission" was carried into the ears of the man in Tsing Yi in a low voice.

The man in Tsing Yi was silent for a moment, and also said with the technique of "transmitting sound into secret": "I don't have to worry about my affairs. ”

The voice said narrowly: "Hey, you kid still kicked your nose in the face, Lao Tzu didn't see that you and I have a friendship for more than four years, you kid also helped Lao Tzu get out of trouble, Lao Tzu is too lazy to care about your!"

The man in green clothes said coldly: "Listen, no matter what grudges the Ancient Sword Sect had with you in the past, now that time has passed, you can't insult the Ancient Sword Sect in front of me, let alone hurt people, otherwise don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!"

The voice also sneered: "Are you threatening Lao Tzu? If Lao Tzu really does it, can you stop it?"

The man in Tsing Yi was unmoved, snorted and said: "Your old boy is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue, you may not be their opponent if you join forces with the tall and short old man, if you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

The voice "hehe" smiled: "That day we broke out of the abyss, they couldn't stop you and me, what kind of capital do you have to show in front of Lao Tzu?"

The man in green clothes ignored him, knowing that he was just deliberately elevating himself, and said lightly: "If you dare to move a cold hair of the Ancient Sword Sect, I will make you a primordial god for the rest of your life!"

The voice said angrily: "Are you threatening Lao Tzu? Do you think that if you save Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will listen to you? Lao Tzu has a lot of ways to restore his body, so why should you kid be amorous?"

The man in green clothes sneered: "Then why don't you leave? I'm not a sweet treat, let your old boy linger." ”

The voice was furious, scolding, and foul language came out one after another, and it lasted for half a long time.

The man in Tsing Yi ignored him and walked over to the dresser. I saw that the dresser was spotless, and someone should have come to clean it often. The ornaments of the girls were neatly arranged, as if the previous owner was still here yesterday.

The man in Tsing Yi stared blankly at the figure in the bronze mirror, and whispered: "It's useless to be lovesick in the straight way, and it's crazy to be melancholy." The tone actually contained vicissitudes, and a melancholy meaning arose.

The voice was probably tired of scolding, and seeing that the other party had never responded, he felt a little bored, and couldn't help but say, "Whose bird poem is this?" ”

The man in green clothes said disdainfully: "What kind of poetry and songs do you know about this rough man?"

The voice was furious, and scolded: "Stinky boy, when your grandfather and I read and write, you were still fucking in your mother's mother's belly, why do you say that Lao Tzu doesn't understand poetry and songs?"

The man in Tsing Yi was not angry, and said: "Do you know the poems, and do you understand the meaning of them? and what is the pain of lovesickness and the joy of love? Talking about this with you, an old boy without a body, is like playing the harp to a cow." ”

The voice was so white that the man in Tsing Yi was speechless for a while, and only after a while did he say: "What do you kid understand, Lao Tzu was also a romantic character back then, but later...... Later, he was obsessed with the way of heaven and ...... Phew, I'm talking to you kid about this!"

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi said softly, "Someone is coming!" The voice said unhappily: "It's just a woman with no cultivation, what are you afraid of? Lao Tzu is very unhappy now, and wants to kill people, if you kid is angry with Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu rushes out to suck her essence and blood!"

The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly and said, "She is the daughter-in-law of the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, you can give it a try." ”

The voice froze: "What's the ...... again" but still put away his voice.

At this time, a candle lit up under the small building, followed by footsteps, and someone went upstairs.

In a short time, the door of the boudoir was gently pushed open, and a burst of candlelight shone in through the light veil of the lantern. The man in green clothes could see it clearly in the dark, a woman carrying a lantern and a bamboo basket in her hand. She didn't notice that there were outsiders in the room, and as usual, she lit the candle in front of the windowsill and sat down in the chair next to her.

This woman is about forty years old, and although her face can still be seen as beautiful as when she was young, there is always a sorrow between her eyebrows. She looked around at the various things in the room, and after a moment whispered to herself, "Shuang'er, my mother has come to see you again tonight." Although you are no longer there, the things in the house have never been touched, and I always think that one day, you can come back and see. ”

As she spoke, she took out the fruit in the bamboo basket: "This is your favorite fruit, and my mother only asked people to buy it at the bottom of the mountain in the afternoon." When you come back, you'll be able to eat whenever you want. ”

The man in Tsing Yi was behind the cabinet, thinking in his heart: "It turns out that she is Shuang'er's mother." Since ancient times, parents love their children the most, and it is not easy for her!"

The woman said: "In the past two days, the vigilance in the faction has been strengthened a lot, I heard that someone is going to invade the mountain, and even the back mountain has sent a lot of manpower, your grandfather has been running around for days and has lost a lot of weight, if you are there, you can still make him happy, if your father is still alive, you can still share a little pressure, alas!"

The man in Tsing Yi was taken aback when he heard this: "Shuang'er's father is no longer there, but she hasn't told me about it!" Thinking that the two of them have only been in love for a long time, where can they have time to say their own words? The man in Tsing Yi was melancholy in his heart.

The woman sat for a while before she reluctantly got up, blew out the candle, and said, "Shuang'er, my mother is leaving, and I will come back tomorrow night to talk to you." You're out there alone, so be careful in everything......"

When she said this, her heart was sour, tears welled up, and when she was about to turn around, she found that it was dark in front of her, and a tall figure appeared in front of her.

The woman was startled and exclaimed, "Who is it?"

When her eyes touched the face of the man in Tsing Yi, the whole person seemed to be stunned, and quickly looked back at the portrait, turned her head suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "It's you?"

Under the candlelight, the handsome face of the man in Tsing Yi was extremely clear. He said bitterly, "It's me, Mrs. Yang......"

Mrs. Yang looked at the young man in front of her blankly and said, "Ling Huheng, are you a human or a ghost?"

Ling Huheng smiled bitterly: "In your eyes, am I not a lonely ghost?

Mrs. Yang saw his sadness in Ling Huheng's painful gaze, and said involuntarily: "Yes, I didn't expect you to come out...... How did you get out......? The drastic change in the Trapped Demon Abyss five days ago has something to do with you?" Although she has no cultivation, her intelligence is not below anyone, and after a little thought, she launched all kinds of things that made Hu Heng and the Trapped Demon Abyss five days ago.

This man in green clothes is the same Ling Huheng who fell into the trapped demon abyss before!(To be continued......)