"Well, I want to hear it. Qian Qingyu nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell you slowly. Qian Qingfeng sighed slightly, and pulled Qian Qingyu to sit on the grass where the rain and dew had not dried in the early morning, looking at the vast land under Mu Jiufeng.

"Fifty thousand years ago, I stood in the open space outside the fire, watching the enemy kill in the light of the fire with a long sword in hand. The corpses on the ground were all over the place, but they were all familiar to me......"

"I still remember the frightened eyes of my young sister before she died, and the outstretched hand seemed to say, 'Brother, why don't you save me?'

As soon as he said two words, Qian Qingfeng choked up, and he sneered and said, "Fifty thousand years ago, I couldn't even protect my family, it's really useless!"

With a muffled snort, there was a deep pit in the grass, and Qian Qingfeng's fist smashed into it.

"Wind ......" Qian Qingyu looked at Qian Qingfeng, who was emotionally fluctuating, and was at a loss.

"I still remember the man who broke into my eyes as I lay next to my sister covered in blood. Qian Qingfeng closed his eyes and frowned fiercely, his chest rising and falling.

"Is it the Lord?" asked Qian Qingyu softly.

Qian Qingfeng nodded, and then said, "She is dressed in red, and her eyebrows are full of indifference. I never thought that the magic sword in her hand would kill my enemies...... Is that a thousand or more? I forgot...... I just remember that she killed a lot of people by herself, and she killed them all...... She told me to follow her, and from now on she will protect me, and she can give me what I want. ”

"Hmm......" Qian Qingyu lowered his head when he heard this, he remembered that when he saw Shui Duyan, Shui Duyan also had the same indifferent eyes.

"Rain, did she say anything to you?" Qian Qingfeng turned his head to look at Qian Qingyu.

"Nope. Qian Qingyu was disappointed between her eyebrows, and then smiled: "She told me that if I want to leave one day, I can leave." ”

"Heh, is it?" Qian Qingfeng sighed and fell on the grass, smiling but looking exhausted.

Qian Qingyu turned her head to look at him and asked, "Wind, how long will you stay?"

Qian Qingfeng looked at him, those eyes were filled with sorrow in an instant, how long would he stay?

"If one day you're tired, let's go. Qian Qingyu suddenly said this.

Qian Qingfeng was stunned, and then gently hugged Qian Qingyu.

The people who come here are homeless, where else can they go? Everybody wondered why I was looking for them.

South Pool.

"Lord Seven, look at that carrier pigeon!" A little excitement appeared on an arrogant face, and following the girl's gaze, the black carrier pigeon fell vertically.

The person who was called Qiyu had a cold gaze and a lonely face, and the soft hair hanging down on her forehead filled in a bit of evil charm for her arrogance.

"Oh?" said Seven sneered, and then walked briskly towards the pigeon.

"Whose letter?" Luo Canggui looked closer.

Qi Yu unfolded the letter and looked at it, and then sneered again: "I didn't expect Xuanyuan to have bad luck. It's really feng shui in turn!"

"Xuanyuan Lonely?" Luo Canggui asked after Qi Yu, judging from Qi Yu's happy face, the content of this letter must not be good news.

"Hmph, an arrogant and domineering wild girl who doesn't know the height of the sky. Qi Yu's face was full of disdain, and the tip of his nose snorted coldly.

"Lord Qiyu, are you going back?" Luo Canggui's eyes were reluctant, looking at Qiyu's figure.

"It's time to go back, go back and see Ling'er. Seven feathers flew on their horses and rode away.

Luo Canggui looked at her distant back, thought for a moment, and flew on the horse and followed.

Windy City.

Gongye Chengqian looked at the letter presented by Qi Yu, the corners of his mouth rose, and then said coldly: "Is the news reliable?"

Qi Yu knelt down and said, "It's true, this carrier pigeon was intercepted by me before it could fly into Mu Lengyan's hands. “

"Shui Twilight? Gongye Chengqian sneered, then got up and glanced at Qi Yu, and continued: "Tell Bai Mu to clear all the Qian clans in Wind City as quickly as possible!

"Yes!" Qi Yu sneered.

Mo Shang. Yuhuang Mansion.

The fallen leaves of the garden are piled up all over the floor, and when the autumn wind blows, the leaves make a beautiful arc through the air. Si Ling, who was dressed in red, still had sadness on her face, and some tears accumulated in her eyes.

"Ling'er. Suddenly the voice of the seven feathers sounded,

Si Ling hurriedly packed up his emotions, turned to look at Qi Yu, and then said with a smile: "Husband is back?"

Qi Yu's eyes seemed to have something in her eyes, and a trace of uneasiness flowed through her eyes.

Si Ling trembled and walked in front of her, raised her proud face to look at Qi Yu, and asked softly: "Husband, I went to the Temple of Shallow Time today and saw Qian Ling." ”

Qi Yu's face became a little ugly, and then he said, "She, what gossip is the others talking about?"

Si Ling suddenly rushed over and hugged Qi Yu, and said tremblingly: "Husband, you are my alone, you won't leave me, right?"

"No, it won't. Qi Yu rubbed her head dotingly, and then hugged Si Ling tightly.

"Ling'er, in three days, let's have a wedding in the shallow hour. Qiyu said suddenly.

Si Ling couldn't help but tremble, and then suddenly looked up at Qi Yu, his eyes full of fear.

"Shallow time is the territory of Qianling, and our wedding there will prove to everyone that you are my only wife of Qiyu, and she is just a self-inflicted amorous person. Qi Yu said with a serious face, and every part of his eyes was sincere, and he couldn't let Si Ling not believe it.

"But ......" Si Ling still couldn't believe it in her heart, her wedding with Qiyu had been postponed for a long time, and the sudden wedding caught her off guard.

"I just thought of her as a friend, I didn't expect her to be like this. In that case, I can't blame it. Ling'er, I promised you to protect you in this life and never fail you. Qi Yu hugged Si Ling tightly, and every breath exhaled from the tip of his nose was sincere.

"Hmm. Si Ling imagined that those gossips would be self-defeating in three days, and the joy in his heart had already exceeded his doubts. Qiyu is her husband and will not lie to her.

Kongtong Mountain Thousand Views Pavilion.

Shui Duyan once again carefully walked on the bluestone path behind Qianjing Pavilion, trying to piece together the broken pictures in his mind, and Lin'an's appearance came into view like that.

The dew flowers are thin and the bluestone is cool, and the light rain comes into a dream.

The rain in late spring was a little merciless, and fallen leaves and residual flowers covered the long bluestone steps outside the window lattice. The moist air still lingers on the faint floral scent, mixed with the smell of earthy renovation. The gloom above Shui Duyan's head seemed to condense sorrow and linger.

Before the first rays of sunlight in the morning had time to reach the long bluestone steps, the cold wind raised the remnants of flowers and leaves in the sky, disturbing the hazy silence of Lin'an. This is the hometown of Shui Duyan, Lin'an, a good place that is sentimental but gentle to the bones.

Shui Duyan couldn't bear to step on the wet fallen leaves and flowers, and walked down the mountain with light steps. Along the long bluestone staircase down is the Qinser River, the meandering river is crystal clear, when the sun shines, the river surface will refract the golden light, when the breeze blows, the river will ripple, when the stone falls, the river surface will stir up ripples.

At this time, the surface of the river shone with a faint light, the unbreakable turquoise rippled layer by layer, and a few red lotus flowers bloomed quietly in the center of the river. The river is lined with mountains and towers into the sky, while the meandering river leads to a deep valley.

By the time the sun rose, the sun had already sprinkled on his body, but Shui Duyan still felt slightly cold, so he couldn't help rubbing his hands and hauling white. There is still a faint mist on the surface of the river. As far as the eye can see, the valley is hazy.

In the twilight, I vaguely saw a cold pear blossom falling down, falling into snow white, floating on the surface of the river. There are lush young grasses growing on both sides of the bluestone path, crickets hide and cry non-stop, tall and straight maple trees are also fluttering their sleeves under the breeze, and the breeze carries a faint fragrance of flowers.

The hours soon passed in this pleasant landscape, and as the birds of the forest flapped their wings and returned to their nests, the sun began to creep out of the valley, and the twilight was chilling in the distance. When the last rays of the sun were hidden in the valley, night fell. When the moon rises, the hazy obscurity is full of thoughts. The evening breeze blows, and the night is slightly cool.

There is a gazebo in the center of the river, with a petite eaves and crisp wind chimes. And Shui Duiyan sat quietly in the gazebo in a daze as usual, watching the falling flowers in front of him flow eastward, and the afterimage was tilted.

The Lin'an in my memory is still so beautiful, quiet and gentle, not stained with dust, and the dream of the twilight is like cool water, crystal clear.

"The word goose has a return date, and the peach blossom is waiting inch by inch. The night rain is dark, the light and the rain are thin, and the thoughts are endless. The poignant singing voice hummed out of Shui Duyan's throat, reflecting the moonlight like water, and Shui Duyan's eyes were deep.

At this time, it was already the fifth watch, and the east was twilight.

Many years later, Shui Duyan stood in a foreign country, stepping on the moonlight like water, walking in the night against the cold wind, and walking forward step by step along the endless mountain road. Shui Duyan's mind was blank, she didn't know what to think, she didn't know what she was thinking, it seemed that even her life was blank. His eyes were as quiet as night, and there was a dead silence all around. Shui Duyan was in a daze, and remembered the past in a trance, and the sound of gurgling water sounded in his ears, as if a string of silver bells was ringing, which was so crisp and pleasant. The air around it also seems to smell of earthy renovation, mixed with a faint scent of flowers, and everything seems to be real.

"If I come to the end of this road, will it be Lin'an?"

The cold dew and cold dripping break the dream, and the spring cold of Lin'an is coming. The pear blossoms of the trees are all gone, and the east wind is a dream for thousands of miles.

Not a day. Kongtong Mountain. Arashi Smoke Pond.

Bai Lan heard that Shui Duyan had not returned to the palace for a whole year, and there was no news, so she knew that Shui Duyan was in Kongtong Mountain, so she went straight to her. Who knows, meeting is extremely desolate, and if you don't speculate in a few sentences, you will quarrel with each other, which will make everyone watch the excitement.

Shui Duyan glanced at Bai Lan sadly, sighed, looked at him with compassion and said, "Thank you for your care over the years, you and I will not owe each other from now on, and the well water will not interfere with the river water." Hope for self-cherishment. ”

Bai Lan was greatly stimulated at once, and pinched Shui Duyan's wrist and said angrily, "What do you mean by this?

Shui Duyan immediately felt upset, what kind of system did she pull and pull, the relationship between the two was very good in the past, but now why do you make a move if you don't agree?

Shui Duyan is probably also a person who doesn't want to trouble, and when he pulled him like this, there was a little more impatience and anger between his eyebrows and eyes.

Shui Duyan conjured up a dagger in his right hand, and quickly stabbed into the pinched wrist when Bai Lan was defenseless, and in an instant, blood gushed like a spring.

"Are you crazy!" Bai Lan shook off Shui Duyan's hand, and looked at Shui Duyan's unchanged face in front of her like a madman, with an unbelievable expression. The water twilight in front of him seemed to have made some decisive decision, and the eyes of Bai Lan were no longer as warm as before, and now there was only resentment and disgust.

Shui Duyan looked at Bai Lan indifferently, covered the wound tightly with her right hand, and said nonchalantly: "This time, it hurt myself." Next time, you'll be the one who hurts. You know my character, don't reason with me, I'm more likely to be serious. ”

After saying this, he turned his head and left, Bai Lan caught up with him in a few steps, but just happened to meet the knife that Shui Duyan turned around!