spring ice

Talking about Dragon Pavilion has long stopped talking about dragons.It is rumored that a dragon passed by here in the past, and it took the form of a human to share with the celebrities. It became famous all over the world, and it is a banquet place full of guests. Now the owner has left, and the dragon will not come again.People go to the empty building, since ancient times, it is superfluous to be sad and lamented. After the dragon stops for a moment, it is also superfluous to commemorate, recite poems and compose Fu in the name of talking about the dragon.If I were there, if I had seen the ascension in the daytime, and the dragon whiskers, scales and claws flickering in the clouds, I would burn all the portraits of dragons, and I would never mention dragons again for the rest of my life.

I'm here, not because of dragons.

The strand of gold sat upstairs.She was the only one in the pavilion, but everywhere was brilliant and bright. The newly added clear oil in the lamp tray covered with copper rust, the red candle began to shed the first tears of wax, and the light and light shadows everywhere were not enough to create The illusion of singing and dancing.She is just waiting for guests, not afraid of loneliness.

She held a pipa in her arms, the head of the piano was carved into a crested head, and the peeling red paint was mottled, like the blood left on the beak of a phoenix.She hadn't touched this pipa for a long time, the strings were covered with dust, but the sound from the plucked strings was not what she expected.I only heard someone say: "You can even do this."

Zhong Wushe went upstairs.The string sound made her happy that she had found the right place, but she was so shocked that she couldn't speak when she saw it; the golden thread in front of her was very different from the day before, and there was almost nothing left for her to recognize.The veil has been taken off, the facial features are clear, even if there is no foil, it is enough for self-admiration, Zhong Wushe remembered what she said, and thought: "She said that she is not good-looking, she is really self-effacing." Finally, the sense of disobedience suddenly awakened In the final analysis, the long golden hair reaching the ground has been cut off, and the remaining length is only enough for a simple bun on the back of the head.

She didn't know why her heart skipped a beat. "Why did you cut your hair?"

Golden Thread said: "It's troublesome, just cut it."

Zhong Wushe wanted to say "the body and skin are the parents of the recipient", but felt that this was ridiculous, so he said honestly: "It's a pity."

The golden strand doesn't seem to be a pity at all. "Why are you here?"

Zhong Wushe retorted angrily: "You are the one who left the words Tanlongge in the piano, but you asked me why I came?"

"That's not necessarily for you to see."

Zhong Wushe said: "So you don't want me to come?"

She sat down carelessly beside Huang Jinlu, and reached out to hold her hand.Golden Thread didn't break away from her, but curled up slightly in her palm.Her fingers were so cold that one wondered if there was blood flowing in them. "You're badly hurt."

The golden thread slowly withdrew its hand, hitting the sycamore board with a dull sound. "Did you come here to laugh at me?"

Zhong Wushe pouted. "Be kind as the liver and lungs of a donkey."

"I'm going to kill your father." Huang Jinlu reminded her.

"But my father is not dead."

The golden thread smiled slightly. "Yes, but I may be dying soon."

Zhong Wushe put one hand on her knee and looked up at her.Those eyes are so fearless, making people feel that they still have a choice.There may be such people in the world who are born like this and have choices in everything they do.

"I know you don't like killing people, the right way, the devil's religion, everything in the martial arts world, and even playing the piano. Run away, far away, to a place where my father can't find you. place. He has been very busy recently, so he can't stay too far away from the sect. There are many people who want to kill him, and he will forget about you."

Huang Jinlu paused, stroked her cheek with his right hand, and smiled calmly.This smiling face without the veil is no different from anyone else's. It can be seen that she is not arrogant, but there are indeed too few things that she is willing to face.

"Why does Zhong Zhimu have such a stupid daughter like you?"

"I'm ashamed, the old man doesn't know."

An inch-long knife was pressed against Zhong Wushe's throat.Zhong Wushe couldn't even speak, and even a slight tremor of the throat muscles would cause the pain of being cut open.

Zhong Zhimu stood quietly in the hall.How and when he came up, there was no sign.He looked at Zhong Wushe in the arms of the golden thread, or the golden thread holding the pipa; the candle shadows scattered into thousands in his eyes, preventing him from seeing them clearly, and he took a step forward.

The blade in Huang Jinlu's hand pressed in a little, and a drop of blood flowed down his neck into Zhong Wushe's collar. "If you move again, I will kill her."

Zhong Zhimu calmly stopped. "Then what do you want the old man to do to let her go?"

Golden Thread pursed her lips tightly.The picture of ascending dragon is useless to her, all she wants is obviously Zhong Zhimu's life.However, what bargaining chip in the world can have such weight?

The situation has already been turned upside down, even if Zhong Wushe throws herself into the trap, the most she can get in exchange is to get out of the body at this moment.But if she wanted to escape, why should she wait here?

She felt a sudden warmth.Zhong Wushe's tears dripped on the back of her hand.

There was neither begging nor anger or disappointment in it.It was just pure pain, the sting made the back of her hand ache.Huang Jinlu was a little distracted, wondering if this would be the first time Zhong Wushe felt pain in 16 years.A ray of thin and sharp sword light came from the rear left without making a sound.

The golden thread turned his hand to block the pipa, the right half of his body suddenly went numb, the palm opened involuntarily, and the falling blade shot Zhong Wu's neck to draw a long bloodstain.As soon as Zhong Wushe escaped from the prison, before he could see who had snatched her away, he was hit on the back of the head, and his eyes immediately fell into darkness.

Huang Jinlu adjusted her posture and held the pipa in her arms again. "It's really time for you to come."

Feng Huanyuan said: "I owe this to Miss Zhong. Since we have already arrived, there is really no need to make things difficult for her."

He helped Zhong Wushe to the back to lie down, and walked forward from the right side.Gao Ya is on the left, and the two of them are standing between the golden thread and Zhong Zhimu, both of whom have swords in their hands.Feng Huanyuan's sword is heavy and muddy, while the elegant sword is clear and light.Zhong Zhimu looked at these two young people whose combined age was not as old as him, a smile could not help but appear on his face.

"My nephew is safe and sound."

"Thanks to senior." Feng Huanyuan replied respectfully. "The seventh son of our family has also caused trouble for the senior. I am so ashamed that I can't discipline him well. I hope the senior will take care of him—if he is still alive."

The smile on Zhong Zhimu's face grew wider. "Why did my nephew kill me?"

Feng Huanyuan told the truth. "As entrusted by others, it is a matter of loyalty."

Zhong Zhimu looked at Gao Ya again. "What about you? Are you coming to kill me again?"

Gao Ya didn't respond to his gaze, his answer was more like speaking to himself. "This time, I won't run away no matter what."

Zhong Zhimu's smile disappeared suddenly, and with a flick of his sleeves, the three red candles on the right table went out, and the half of his body immediately disappeared into the shadows. "It's absurd, the old man spared your life, but you don't know how to cherish it. Do you two dare to stand in front of the old man before you even decide whether to kill the old man?"

Before the two could answer, they suddenly felt the scorching wind hit their faces, and an incomparably powerful palm force hit them, forcing them to back away.Gao Ya and Feng Huanyuan raised their swords at the same time, and the two swords staggered to block each other, barely stabilizing their figures.Only Zhong Zhimu's voice came slowly: "Your swords are not bad. It's a pity that I don't use swords anymore."

Before the words fell, the silver bottle was suddenly broken, and a mournful sound of pipa filled the hall.Zhong Zhimu's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand subconsciously, as if to block his ears, but put it down again.

No one can hear this tune at such a close distance, unless he is deaf.

Gao Ya's mind was buzzing, she bit the tip of her tongue, held her mind under the severe pain, Zhong Zhimu sneered and said: "Do the old trick again, but I can't help it." He flew towards the golden thread.Feng Huanyuan smiled wryly: "We really want to die together?" The tiger's tail pierced straight, blocking Zhong Zhimu's way.Behind him there was a high-pitched sound from the pipa, an urgent sound, like a solitary boat rising and falling on the cusp of the wind and waves, even though Zhong Zhimu's palm strength was surging, it could not be affected by the criss-crossing net woven by the two swords.But Huang Jinlu's face was extremely pale, the ten fingers that plucked the string almost appeared afterimages, but the black pupils almost turned red.

That's not anger, that's euphoria.The fire of hatred uses her body as firewood, no matter whether such burning achieves anything, what is left will only be cold ashes.

The lute, palm and sword are all getting faster and more crazy.Everyone knows that they can't hold on any longer, but the sword can always make another move, and the strings of the pipa can always burst out the next note, as if the sword and the pipa are no longer controlled by the hand, but they are controlling the hand His actions dragged people into the chaos of destruction.

Zhong Zhimu's breathing had already started to become disordered, he wanted to advance, to stop the source of the magic sound, but Gao Ya and Feng Huanyuan couldn't retreat, although every time he swung his sword, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.It was not to kill Zhong Zhimu in front of him, nor to protect the golden thread behind him.

They just can't surrender to the sword.

This confrontation is extremely long in everyone's mind, in fact, it is less than half a moment.Zhong Zhimu knew that there were many dreams in the night, and if he dragged it on, he could only burn jade and stone together. With a loud shout, his internal strength reached its peak. The palm severely wounded her heart.But Huang Jinlu's left hand suddenly held the head of the phoenix piano and pulled it vigorously, a sword light flashed.Zhong Zhimu looked down at the sword blade piercing his chest. This move was so familiar that he had forgotten it for 20 years.

The No.30 seven moves of Cangming swordsmanship.

Gao Ya rolled over and got up, said in a harsh voice, "You can't..."

Golden Thread asked, "Why can't I?"

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to push Zhong Zhimu who was lying on top of her away.Zhong Zhimu's heavy head was pressed on her shoulder, there was no blood or tears, just a mass of steaming dead flesh.

Gao Ya said: "At least you don't have to do it yourself..."

Huang Jinlu nodded to him, and at the moment before she died, she finally returned to her calm voice, "I know he is my father. He knew it earlier than me. If it wasn't for this, Qian Chongxue Wouldn't have died. If I didn't know that, I wouldn't have killed him."

The ground under their feet suddenly shook, and only then did they realize that the soles of their shoes had become hot at some point.They heard a noise like thousands of broken glass, thousands of roots breaking through the ground, thousands of people whispering, it was the sound of fire.The fire devours, rises, swirls and dances.All the lamps and candles in the hall suddenly brightened, eager to try to meet this grand, unparalleled torrent, and attack the pavilion where the dragon once came.

Feng Huanyuan propped up his limp body and walked to Zhong Wushe's side.Huang Jinlu watched Feng Huanyuan hug her up, and said, "Tell her..."

She shook her head again. "There's nothing more to say."

There is nothing more to say.She won't go either.After all, Zhong Zhimu is here to accompany her, and Qian Chongxue is waiting for her in front of her. Even if there is a better ending, she is not interested.

Feng Huanyuan suddenly pushed Zhong Wushe towards Gao Ya, rushed to Zhong Zhimu's side, groped him for a while, and then came back soon.Gao Ya watched him in shock as he put something like a roll of cloth into his bosom, and at the same time said to him: "Go!"

Gao Ya moved her lips, but did not speak after all, the two jumped down from the upstairs, looking back at the doors and windows of Tanlong Pavilion, which had been covered in flames, and the beams and columns kept falling down.No one can be seen in the fire.

They put out the sparks that were contaminated on their bodies, and walked a little farther with Zhong Wushe on their backs to find the instigator of the fire.

Botanmo stood on the roof, looking at the magnificent flames like a galaxy, with an extremely desolate expression on his face.Both Feng Huanyuan and Gao Ya were burnt to the point that their hair was scorched and their faces were unkempt. Even though they were full of grief and indignation, facing such a desolate expression, they could only complain of grievances.Gao Ya patted him on the shoulder and asked: "Is this also included in the scope of that matter?"

Botanmo said: "No, she only asked me to do one thing, that is, to send the girl on your back to her. The rest is a gift from me as a friendship. Our relationship was not bad when we were in the church."

Gao Ya resisted the urge to praise him, and asked again: "Is this fire good?"

Botanmo said: "It's very beautiful. It's enough to see it once in a lifetime."

Feng Huanyuan said to Gao Ya: "He means that he will never set fire again in the future."

Gao Ya said: "That is a merit."

They stopped making a sound, watched quietly for a while, then silently turned and walked in different directions.Even the torrential rain at this moment can't stop all this; besides, the rain has already fallen.Ignoring Tanlong Pavilion collapsed in the raging fire behind him, the smoke gathered into the shape of a dragon and flew towards the nine heavens.