"Thank you"
When a person dies, will all the glory and glory disappear before his death? Are there any memories of those who have witnessed his birth? Everything else goes with the corpse to the loess …
Ye Gucheng closed his face as cold as a sword and his eyes were frosty, and there was a faint smile on his face. That smile was vague in Ximen Chuixue’s eyes …
Ximen Chuixue hid his sword and picked up Ye Gucheng’s body. Is the sword colder? Is the body colder and coldest? Or is Ximen Chuixue’s heart no longer flowing? It is more worthy of respect than friends. The opponent has died in his own sword. What did he win? What have you gained? Yes, it’s colder and lonelier, colder and lonelier …
Has Ximen Chuixue made up his mind to hide his sword forever and bury his love forever? No one knows that everyone present bowed their heads …
In the eyes of men in black beside Qingfeng, there was a trace of loneliness, and the sword in his left hand sounded like a mournful dragon song, and he felt heartbroken at the departure of this peerless swordsman … For a long time, men in black murmured, "The sword on the top of the Purple Forbidden Mountain came from the west, and the flying fairy Ximen Chuixue Ye Gucheng Ye Gucheng died …" Then he slowly looked up and stared at the rising dawn in the east, "Xie Xiaofeng, our fate should end again …" Then he jumped away and stepped over the tower to fly to the east, and Qingfeng saw this instant call ".
The wind is clear and clear, and he sighs gently that he hasn’t had a sword for a long time, so he doesn’t have a sword with him. He tilts his head. "Give me the pure jun at night."
In the dead of night, I didn’t ask anything. My left hand handed Chunjun the past.
The wind is clear and clear, and the right hand draws out the pure white light all over the sky to accompany the rising sun, but it is raining all over the sky in the Forbidden City!
Closing the sword and looking at the white face with closed eyes, I said, "Goodbye, old friend …" Then I turned and flew away to the midnight and followed.
Everyone else left in a sigh. Only Si Nian and Feng Yue Lu Xiaofeng stayed on the spot. Of course, there were thousands of masters and hundreds of thousands of imperial guards present.
Ximen Chuixue held Ye Gucheng’s body and walked slowly toward the outside. Snowflakes from the sky were even more lonely. Lu Xiaofeng gently looked up at the wind, clear and clear, and faint. "Thank you, old wind. Ye Gucheng will like your gift …"
Imperial commander suddenly rushed over and waved a sword and stopped Ximen Chuixue’s way. "You can’t take this man away. You can’t take him away whether he is dead or alive."
Ximen Chuixue didn’t even look at him.
The leader said, "Now that Ye Gucheng is dead, do you still want to break out of the imperial city by yourself?"
A figure suddenly flashed a kick in his lower abdomen and kicked him to his knees. White clothes win the snow and romantic eyes stared at him coldly. "Ye Gucheng is dead but his brother is still there."
At the head of the desire to barely get up and step on his back, "Lu Xiaofeng’s friend is dead and I don’t want anyone to be buried with him …" Lu Xiaofeng looked up at the sky and perhaps the most lonely lost soul was him. If he didn’t stop Ye Gucheng and Ye Gucheng, he might not die …
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"Can the elder wait …" Sinian looked at the snowy day and stared at the lonely figure and finally shouted out.
"You have something?" Holding Ye Gucheng stopped from Ximen Chuixue, his clothes floated gently in the white snow wind …
"Snow falling season at the peak of the war" Si Nian doesn’t want to disturb this moment. He stares at the sky and slowly snows. God’s eyes are shining with sadness. He looks at Ximen Chuixue’s back and whispers, "Call back the dream lamp for forty-three years."
Ximen Chuixue’s body suddenly became cold. It was really cold. He trembled slightly and his clothes fluttered. It seemed that he was stuck in his throat because of heart fibrillation. It was hard to spit out his words for a long time. His voice became hoarse. "She is okay …"
"She’s not good. She sealed her true qi and grew old with the years … and now she’s gone." Sinian said lightly.
"Ha ha go well … well … well!" His voice became louder and louder, and then he roared out. Snow floated on his face and melted in his heart … His heart became colder and colder, and others went further and further …
Si Nian can watch him drift away. Now he has no ability to let Ximen Chuixue go back to the place where there used to be the Hope Stone …
"I’m sorry, mother-in-law …" Si Nian murmured that God’s eyes were more confused.
Romantic heart is colder, thorough and indifferent. Ye Gucheng is not only his master, but also his most respected person. Ye Gucheng has no heirs. He has given all his life martial arts to Romantic, and reserved to teach him carefully …
When death comes, when loneliness is scattered, when I was a child, I practiced my sword, when my sword was bitter and my kendo was successful, when I was lonely, Baiyun City flew in front of the sea, and white clothes hunted and splashed on my face … Everything including the future rose with the horizon, and the sunrise was buried in the memory story, and the tombstone was strange …
This is after Si Nian returned to Piaoxue Mountain Villa for half a month, he was silent in the garden pavilion, and his eyes were slightly sad.
Desire has just come back from the outside, and now he has become the tenth master in Lingjiu Palace with Mochow’s help. Desire is very kind, and many school sisters in the sect like to follow her to kill monsters and upgrade, but desire never refuses. She is very busy every day, but no matter how busy she is, she has to come back before dusk to stay with Si Nian and do nothing. Then she sits next to him and stares at him and closes her eyes for self-study.
Si Nian never refused her or asked her, so since she likes to watch it, is it necessary for her to watch it …
And the desire for language also knows that there is a person hidden in Si Nian’s heart, a woman who haunts him …
A light step is that the deputy owner of Piaoxue Villa came in to seek knowledge. Si Nian had a rule that he would not knock at the door or report something, so he just went in and told him what he had learned and didn’t knock on the wooden door of the garden.
Seeking knowledge is slightly hunched three meters in front of Sinian, saying, "News from the south of the manor, tens of thousands of martial arts people from Baiyun City came to the Central Plains to avenge Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, and thousands of them reached the level of quasi-first-class masters."