The cool breeze blew and blew the hair on the forehead and dried the tears on the face, the wind has gradually cooled, there is no summer heat and no autumn coolness, and now there is only the gradual cold of early winter, the yellow leaves on the trees have fallen to the ground, they also know how to protect themselves, give up the meaningless gorgeous in order to survive a cold winter, what about themselves, what is the meaning of coming here, witness his growth, or witness his own incompetence, think about himself is always inferior to others, why bother to be sad compared to himself

Alas, a sigh came out of his mouth helplessly, and a green * flew out of nowhere, Qin He already liked green, and the green * he saw was very happy in his heart, and he forgot to be sad for a while, and his left hand curled up a pink finger, and the butterfly seemed to be not afraid of her, and he stopped at Qin He's finger, his wings were still flapping restlessly, Qin He was not only frightened that it was almost winter, but also the butterflies that came there, were not just like himself, with nowhere to go and nowhere to send, but when the will of heaven would take him away,

Qin He looked at the green * that stopped in his hand stupidly, winter is getting closer and closer, this gorgeous elf will not live for a few days, when the harsh winter comes, it will also merge with the light and dust, and return to this heaven and earth with nothingness, the butterfly flaps its wings twice and leaves Qin He's fingers, the butterfly flies very slowly, and Qin He flew around before slowly flying out of the window, when it flew out of the window, Qin He felt that he was also taken away from this hut by it

A small head rested on his arms, a pair of tears that had just cried were still a little red, and he looked at the green figure outside the window in a daze, and the butterfly flew to the bottom of Qin He's sight training, but Qin He was not looking for its traces at this time, because she knew that this was the most beautiful turn it left in this world, and some things in this world were not the result that was the most important, but the process was the most important

Another cool breeze blew and blew the hair on her forehead to cover most of Qin He's face, but Qin He didn't pull back these annoying hairs, she just closed her phoenix eyes, let the cold wind raise her hair wantonly, and still lowered it at will, Qin He not only sighed at this time If I were as free and easy as you, I would be fine if I picked it up, and I said I would put it down

After lying on his stomach for a while, Qin He slowly fell asleep, here seems to be a void land, such as a single into the sea of consciousness at a fixed time, but it is different from the sea of consciousness of the single sea, the sea of consciousness of the single sea is controlled by himself, but Qin He is not under his control, slowly this empty land began to appear purple, large patches of purple, the purple is one by one, as soon as the wind passes, there is a sound of salsa, Qin He immediately understood that this is not his own Qinghe Valley behind the mountain purple bamboo forest

Slowly, a wide recliner appeared under the purple bamboo, and there was a person on the recliner who was lazily leaning on the corner of the recliner, and there was endless lotus wine in his hand, this wine fragrance and this figure were all familiar to him, he had been by this person's side for more than ten years and smelled the fragrance of this wine for more than ten years, Zou Jing still looked drunk and sober, turned his head sideways and looked at Qin He through the hair on his forehead, Qin He slowly walked to Zou Jing's side, Master, you have drunk too much, I will help you go back to rest, Zou Jing is aware of his disciple Dao, is it more, not much, said and raised the wine in his hand high, and a transparent column of water naturally entered Zou Jing's mouth

Zou Jing may have been a little drunk, and at this time she started to drink songs in a daze,

Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share it with

Listening to Zou Jing's mushy words, Qin He not only chewed the sentence, this year's flowers are better than last year's red, but unfortunately next year's flowers are better, know who is the same, yes, know who is the same, it's just a gathering and scattering in a hurry, who is not who's who, who is not the guest in anyone's life, there must be too few and too few people who can leave a memory,

The casual wine bowl landed firmly on the table in front of him, but it was clear that there was no table here just now, and Qin He reflected it for a while, this is of course in a dream You can have whatever you want, I don't know when Zou Jing has left the wide chaise longue, and the scattered hair on her forehead is also neatly combed behind her head at this time, and I don't know when a sword has appeared in Zou Jing's hand, if you look closely, isn't this sword the thin sword that Qin He left in Qinghe Valley

Qin Er saw clearly that this is the real fine fang three styles, Zou Jing's voice clearly entered Qin He's ears, at this time Zou Jing was still half drunk, the fine fang three styles refer to the fine fang sword has a total of three big moves, the three big moves are separated and respectively, dragonfly three points of water, butterflies flutter their wings, bees lead the way, it is not an exaggeration to say that Qinghe Valley is a paradise in the world, there is a small river in front of the valley, the river is full of lotuses, and the bank is green and green, a good natural and harmonious charm, there are so many natural things, naturally it attracts other elves in nature, so the swordsmanship of Qinghe Valley will be named after insects, just like the snow wolf sect, because the snow wolf is fierce, so the Snow Wolf Sect's kung fu is also known for being domineering, and it is as fierce as the snow wolf and has no opponents

There was another gust of wind blowing through the purple bamboo salsa, raising Zou Jing's hair and her clothes, and suddenly her person was also as erratic as the wind, the blue light of the thin sword in her hand faintly seemed to be real and illusory, as soon as she made a move, it was a dragonfly three points of water, and the fluttering sword move was so free in Zou Jing's hands, but it was so free to come out of the dust like an arm, not at all like Qin He's use, as if it was a hard move, Qin He not only thought that he had already realized what he originally thought he had realized, but now it seems that it is just a skin

The thin sword is swaying from right to left, a series of three points and three consecutive blows, such as waves such as dragonflies and water, a flash of sharp moves, not to mention the action is also very chic, a sword shadow three ups and downs are unpredictable, more people are unguardable, people follow the sword, three points of ups and downs, from the right to the left people also turn a circle, hurt the enemy and defend themselves, it turns out that this is the real dragonfly three points of water,

As soon as Zou Jing turned around, the swordsmanship suddenly changed, just now it was still a freehand like flowing water, but now it is a sword move like a knife move, although it is still gentle like a butterfly, but it seems to be a butterfly in the cold wind desperately flapping its wings to stabilize its body, the thin sword swings violently from side to side, the green light is biased when it opens and closes, and the light and shadow overlap as if there is really a green butterfly in front of Zou Jing, but if you look carefully, the butterfly's wings are always fanned outward, which is why Zou Jing seems to be standing in the middle of the butterfly and the clothes on his body are not blown away, but the dead branches and leaves in front of him are blown away

These are just dead things, if they are against the opponent, then even if they are invincible, there should be no problem, a sword is lifted to the right, the butterfly phantom in front of him gradually fades, and the dead leaves begin to fall, and they are all spread all over the earth, Zou Jing jumped up and landed in front of a thicker purple bamboo. Qin He looked at it inexplicably, and at this moment, the sword in Zou Jing's hand also moved, like a horizontal figure, and the thin sword flashed from the right to the left, Qin He didn't even see how Zou Jing moved the sword, only to see a burst of blue light flashing, and the sword had reached the other side of Zizhu,

One to the other side, it seems to be the same way back, but it's not, so Zou Jing has a total of eight swords, as soon as the eight swords are finished, Zou Jing will carry the long sword backhand behind him, Qin Er can see it clearly, just when Zou Jing opened her mouth, a few pieces of bamboo skin began to fall on the purple bamboo where she was carrying the sword just now, slowly more and more, and finally all fell, and finally all fell, and there was an extra sword word on the purple bamboo, it turned out that the seemingly simple sword movement was actually not simple, but Zou Jing used the simple sword move to the extreme,

The bee guide is obviously borrowed from the bee's way of communication, but it is the way of communication of companions, but after turning into a sword move, it is a move to defend against the enemy. Everything, whether in nature or in one's own understanding, must be effective as long as it is used to the extreme

Zou Jing's right hand on the thin sword behind him slammed upward, and the thin sword floated towards Qin He like a purple bamboo leaf, Qin He also reached out and got the fine sword, and the feeling of the sword was immediately different as soon as he started it, as if the sword move that Zou Jing had made just now was reflected in his mind at once, and he would never forget it

The moment Qin He caught the sword, Zou Jing's body began to slowly fade, slowly getting lighter and fainter, and finally it had turned into a few white points of light and disappeared, followed by the surrounding purple bamboo, and the dead leaves on the ground were also fading away, and finally they all disappeared with white points of light, and the world returned to a white again, and the thin sword in his hand did not know when it had dispersed with this world, but the only thing that did not disperse was the sword move that Zou Jing left in Qin He's heart,

It's windy again, no, this world is already white, I don't think about the wind in my heart, and the wind from there, the wind is blowing bigger and bigger, and slowly Qin He will not be able to stand still, and there is nothing in this white world that can let him start, the wind is getting lighter, and finally with Qin He, a string of shouting people has been taken into the air, Qin He's voice is already special, even if it is so frightened now, I can't hear any suspense just by listening to the voice

The higher and higher she floated, the farther and farther away from the ground, as if that was the highest point of this white world, as soon as she reached this point, Qin Heqin woke up at once, and when she woke up, she really held a sword in her hand, but it was not the thin sword she bought, nor the world in her dream was windy, but the real world was windy, and the butterfly that was still in her hand just now had already been blown by the wind, and she didn't know if it could survive tonight

Qin He closed the window and it was already dark, but he didn't expect that he would lie on the table and sleep for an afternoon, and when he returned to bed, he was no longer sleepy, and he took out the pair of earrings from under the pillow, the emerald green butterfly wings, like his own clothes, like his own sword, at this time, Qin He remembered Zhiqian's words again, he would make a great sacrifice to Shan Hai in the future, and he didn't know what he would do at that time, but he hoped that whatever he would do would help him then

A pair of beautiful eyes still stared at the small butterfly on the long chain, as if he was thinking carefully at this time, not enough for outsiders, unbearable to say, his fingers moved slightly, and the bow wings under the long chain opened and closed faster, as if he was really going to fly, and lay back The silver chain and the green butterfly reflected on the forehead, and the familiar coldness came again, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the candle flashed and went out, and the room was completely swallowed by the darkness, and he was also swallowed by the darkness, but the trace of coldness on the forehead also gave him a sense of sobriety