The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

end of second world

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Another year, peaches and plums are flying, and spring water is rippling.

The quiet and exquisite courtyard is deep and quiet.Pear blossoms are flying.

There are thousands of pear blossoms and snow trees, and thousands of poplar leaves smoke.

A cup of spring wine pours pear blossoms over snow, and willow leaves flutter.

On the wooden chessboard placed on the small table in the vermilion lacquer gazebo, there is a remnant chessboard, black and white chess pieces intertwined, forming an inescapable net sporadically.

Everything is still the same, as if the next moment will see the figure dozing under the pear tree.As if turning around, you can see the figure pushing open the small wooden carved window and smiling at the pear blossom.

The slender and white fingertips gently brushed the delicate wine glass, and the amber wine poured down.

A tall and slender man stood under the pear tree.The long-sleeved gown embroidered with gold dragged the floor, and was covered with a black sable cloak.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and pear blossoms are falling on her shoulders.

The material is chilly in spring, blowing the wine to wake up, slightly cold.

The man's eyes are cold and silent.

Light-colored thin lips pursed slightly.

The lonely figure is under the pear blossoms, as if independent of the spring/color of a courtyard, covered with frost.

- one year.

— two years.

— Three years.

——Three years of searching with all my might.

——There was no news for three full years.

What Hua Yutang is dead, what bones are not left, - all impossible!

keep looking!Find everything!Live to meet people!Even if you die, you have to see the corpse!

No one will forget, no one can forget, the red-eyed Xindi looks crazy, but his eyes are quietly moist.

Like a wounded beast, like a widowed wolf.

The pear blossoms are swaying, and the spring is as good as before.

Standing under the pear tree, Leng Chen silently looked at the pear blossom wine that the two of them had buried together a few years ago, with black eyelashes hanging down, hiding the expression in his eyes.

He already knew about the two massacres in the prison and in the Demon Cult.

Since gentleness and innocence are just your disguise, then disappearing and dying must just be tricks you use to escape capture, right?

So why haven't you come back yet?

Why don't you go home?

The fragrance of black hair on the green gauze pillow gradually thinned out, and the scent left by the boy in the house gradually dissipated.

No matter how frantically he stretched out his hand to keep him, the plain white figure in the dream was still getting further and further away.

The bells and drums are late and the night is long, and the starry river is about to dawn.

only myself,

In the dark night, licking the wound alone.

Sitting in a picturesque country, holding supreme power.

—Enjoy boundless solitude alone.

now,

Years of ambition.

I just want to have you by my side.

A drop of crystal water quietly disappeared from the temples.

——Why is there raindrops falling in my eyes when it is not raining~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~Follow-up ([-])

The green mountains are hazy with mist and rain, and there are no traces of thousands of paths in the distance.A lone boat crosses the quiet Hengjiang River.

A fisherman wearing a bamboo hat leaned quietly at the ferry, holding a long flute in his hand, and the distant and clear sound of the flute fluttered high in the misty rain.

In the distance of the ferry is a small wooden house, standing silently in the misty blue rain, which is vaguely visible.

A tall and straight figure gradually approached in the distance.

It was a young chivalrous man in a green suit.

The knight walked lightly, and walked forward slowly from the hazy rain.

He was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, with a long black sword and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

The knight came to the fisherman, took off his bamboo hat, and asked loudly, "Boater, can you take me across the river?"

"Where are you going under such heavy rain?" The fisherman put down the flute in his hand and asked, his voice was clear and clear, and it sounded unusually young.

"Find someone."

The young knight wiped off the rain on his face, his brows were sharp, and his eyes were full of sword intent.

"Where will people live in this barren mountain? Did you make a mistake?" the fisherman asked leisurely, still leaning lazily on the ferry.

"how come"

The young chivalrous man smiled shyly, with a bit of childishness on his face.

"No one in the rivers and lakes knows that the number one swordsman in the world, although the prodigal son Chu Yang's whereabouts are uncertain, he will appear here every year at this time of year."

The fisherman continued to ask:

"What are you doing with that Chu Yang?"

The young chivalrous man's eyes froze, his childishness disappeared, and his brows and eyes were full of ambition to look down on the world.

"Of course I challenge him!" He said, "Except for Chu Yang, I have already picked the top five swordsmen. When I defeat Chu Yang, I will be the number one swordsman in the world, and I will become famous all over the world!"

The young knight was full of determination.

The fisherman laughed.

"This mountain is so big, it's not easy to find someone!

What's more, even if you find him, Chu Yang will not accept your challenge. "

The knight was shocked: "Why?"

"Because he came to commemorate a friend." The fisherman said leisurely. "Of course you can't use a knife to pay homage to a friend."

When the knight heard this, his eyes froze, and he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"who are you?"

The fisherman stood up slowly, and saw that he was slender, even taller than the knight when he stood up.

The fisherman didn't answer the knight's question, but said slowly, "Come back in three days, then he will compete with you."

The knight was horrified, "You, you are..."

He was about to continue talking, but he only felt a flash in front of his eyes.

The fisherman disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even see his movements clearly.

A man's clear voice came from afar.

"Borrow wine today, and return it to you tomorrow."

The young knight was startled, looked down at his waist, and saw that his wine gourd had disappeared, and he couldn't help being shocked.

Misty rain hazy the green hills and the young figure in green clothes.

Behind the wooden house in the distance.

The fisherman took off his bamboo hat, only to see a clear and handsome face under the hat.

He has clear eyebrows and handsome features.It is like the blue lake water under the sun, like the snow-white waves surging on the sea under the moonlight, like the willow branches blowing over the lake, like the wind blowing over the sea.

The whole body is bright and clear.He has the taste of freedom, the color of the breeze.

——It was Chu Yang.

Chu Yang lifted the corner of his robe, and sat on the floor in a chic manner.

In front of him was a tomb with a black long sword as a monument.

Chu Yang picked up the wine gourd, pulled out the cork, poured the transparent wine into his throat, and sighed with a smile: "It really is good wine."

Then he poured the wine on the tomb and said, "I once said that I would treat you to a good wine when I have time, and now I have fulfilled my promise.

my friend

——Hua Yutang. "

The drizzle is hazy, but the green hills remain the same.

The author has something to say:

Dear little angels are back~(*ˉ︶ˉ*)

Thanks to the two little angels, Shan Shan Lai and An Ran, for the land mine QwQ, I am so touched ~ three o'clock in the evening.

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