Xu Fu

Once it is explained clearly, it will be clear.

Se Jian thought for a moment: "But right now, there is still no news about him."

"Yes," Su Ziku said, sighing slightly: "I originally thought that you would have some clues, but it seems that it's been a long time, so it's useless."

Se gradually fell silent, he looked at Su Ziku suspiciously, as if unwilling to reconcile: "No clue at all?"

Seeing Su Ziku shaking his head, he frowned somewhat annoyedly, put the mirror back into his clothes, and said, "So he lives in Weiming Residence?"

"Yes." Su Ziku said.

"Thank you." Se Jian said softly.

You Ming looked at him, and a strange color appeared in his black eyes: "Are you going to find Master?"

Sejian put down the teacup, seemed to be in a daze for a while, then stood up suddenly, turned around and gradually approached the window of the Burning Eyebrow Pavilion, put his hands on the window sill, and said in a low voice: "You go back first, I don't know."

You Ming was about to say something, but Su Ziku held his shoulder suddenly.He turned his head and saw the other party showing a negative expression, so he didn't speak.Su Ziku stood up and said, "Moon's voice should not mention today's matter to outsiders."

"I know." Se Jian replied with his back turned to them.

"Then let's go back first." Su Ziku said, then pulled You Ming out of the Burning Eyebrow Pavilion, leaving Sejian alone in the pavilion.

【Yinworld·Folk·Sacred World】

The holy world of the Wanyao Lantern Festival that day was so glamorous, the red lights illuminated without sleep, and the fireworks were flourishing, I can vividly remember it.In today's Shenghuan, without thousands of lights to warm the spring breeze, without the bustling fireworks to celebrate the joy of the world, the night is bleak, and tonight is destined to be uneven.

Ruoshuang Immortal is cool and elegant, with long hair like a waterfall, and the exquisite water drop fluorite forehead decoration adds a bit of ethereal and ethereal to the Immortal. He has a soft smile on his eyebrows and eyes. In this life, he only blooms a smile like a spring flower for the other party. .

As for the man beside him, the warm velvet-colored costume made him stand taller. Silver jade wristbands were tied around his powerful arms, and his wide and warm hands held up a plain umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain.

"What's An An smiling?" Jin Yuan put his arms around Dian Xuechen's waist, his bright and soft eyes poured out gentle pampering all the time.

"Laughing at you." Dian Xuechen chuckled, and turned his gaze away to the front.

"My An'an is really barbaric." Jin Yuan blinked and said rather sadly.

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Dian Xuechen glanced at Jin Yuan and said calmly.

"Don't dare." Jin Yuan hugged Dian Xuechen tightly with a smile, and moved the umbrella over Dian Xuechen's head for fear that the rain would wet the opponent's clothes.

Just as the two were cuddling away affectionately, a drunken man approached the two leisurely, holding a gourd, staggering past Dian Xuechen, singing and chanting that he did not know. The famous tune ballad said: "The reincarnation of the sixth life, a sword is light and safe, the mirror is beautiful and the water is the moon, full of sorrow and separation, six disasters for one life, sighing all the way to the end of the world..."

Dian Xuechen felt cold all over, turned to look at the old man's back gradually going away, walking slowly as if seeing through the past, when he looked back, a note appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air.

"What's wrong?" Jin Yuan looked at Dian Xuechen, and noticed that the other party's face was pale.

"Nothing, let's go back." Dian Xuechen held the note in his palm tightly, smiled and shook his head at Jinyuan.

"it is good."

Two people with one umbrella, relying on each other and gradually melting into the wind and rain, it seems that only the person next to me is always thinking about it in the lonely life, and the paper is burned, leaving only a few ashes, which is heartbreakingly sad.

The abyss is facing the wind, Qing'an I, who can cook wine and give me back a cup of Liming?

【Shenghuan·Li'an Pavilion】

Li'an Pavilion is a hidden mansion in the outskirts of Shenghuan. It is located in a forest of pear blossoms and green bamboos. Now in the midsummer night, the stars are shining in the dark night, surrounded by green bamboos, the breeze is refreshing, and the evening breeze is blowing. The exquisite and elegant three-story small The attic stands looking at the moon, climbing higher than the sky, and the poetic and painting-like water pavilion courtyard is quiet and serene, leisurely and warm.

The layout of the room is quiet and there are not many complicated things, but green wood tables and chairs, carved screens, red candles flickering, wintersweet pictures mounted on the wall, and two layers of light-colored gauze curtains surround the ambiguous hibiscus bed.

The sound of the qin leisurely like standing still in the deep bamboo forest lingers in the entire Li'an Pavilion. The slender fingers are lightly pinched and slowly twisted and picked. His eyes shifted to the note on the side, on which there were only six words "Bi'an River, Yu Mingting", which seemed to be a belated call.

Dian Xuechen got up and held the note in the palm of his hand, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Don't read" on a piece of rice paper, and left, with a slightly lonely figure drifting towards Qingyue.

Who could have predicted that it was due to the fault of three lifetimes.

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The Bianhe River is still burning like fire, and the red-flamed Dijiang Flower is burning with the unknown tribulations of the Three Lives every month. The sky-eating crimson flowers grow day after day, year after year, on this endless river. The river on the other side of the river is full of life, and the moon-white Hua Xihua seems to be more charming and lively tonight, nestling leisurely under the flowers of the Dijiang River, never leaving for life.

Going back to the Bianhe River again, Dian Xuechen is cold and proud, standing alone in the Yuming Pavilion, just like seeing the Bianhe River for the first time that day, it seems that you can see the world thousands of years ago, the fire is like the Nandi River, and the clear moon is like a painting Cherish, depend on each other, like a warm wind blows a hundred flowers, and the flowers are soaked, vain and beautiful, and the parting and suffering of floating life.

"Bei Li..." Dian Xuechen murmured unconsciously, the scene in front of him was gradually hazy, like a forest of mist, whether it was a dream or a predestined moment, a light boat swam out in the white mist, and reached Dian Xuechen. Xuechen stopped in front of him and appeared for him alone.

Dian Xuechen's eyes were a little misty, and he stared blankly at the fiery river on the other side, as if there was a mysterious force pulling him to the dark unknown, he didn't know where a light boat could take him, he only knew a deep hidden His secrets seemed to surface gradually, which made him feel at a loss.

From the beginning to the end, the joys and sorrows of 5000 years are all buried in this sad and sad Bianhe River.

He slowly floated onto the light boat, and the light boat gradually sailed towards the center of the river. The night was clear and the moon was round, and the stars were few and far between. in sight.

Dijiang flowers bloom countless, overlapping, as if the world is also dyed blood red, and it is the elegant and beautiful light blue painting Xihua nestled next to Dijiang flowers, entangled and born.

A hundred miles of red light, there is only one light boat in which he is, surrounded by independent emperor river flowers, in the mist, he can't see east, west, north, south, only the sparks in front of him are dazzling.

He looked at the dazzling Emperor Jianghua, and his heart twitched for no reason, followed by the heart-wrenching pain that made him frown, it was a pulling that made him suffocate, and the severe pain in his heart tore his chest Consciousness, when he was in turmoil, the pictures in front of him flashed one by one, just like personal experience, the unforgettable parting overlapped and all poured on him.

On that day, I will see you at the beginning of the string...

On that day, willing to lose heart...

On that day, my soul disappeared...

And that day when Luntai was robbed...

"Ugh..."

Sobbing with difficulty, Dian Xuechen's hand covering his heart gradually turned white, just like before, the stinging pain made him limp and curled up on the light boat, enduring all the pain with difficulty, crying to no avail.

The scene in front of my eyes became more and more blurred. The fiery Bi'an River seemed to overlap with Ye Shangxi's burning fire in Yangyi Hall 1000 years ago.

"Cup Li..."

With a faint whine, the man on the light boat lost consciousness, his pale face lost the vitality it should have, his eyes were tightly closed with a few sad tears, the light boat didn't stop, still wandering in this brilliant and brilliant The other side of the river, I don't know where the end is.

"Qing'an! Wake up!"

"Yongshan..."

"Xi'er."

The call that travels through the world at a certain moment, countless voices entangled and rang in Dian Xuechen's ears, messy without any chance to sort it out, just like countless thin threads entangled, chaotic.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, the amber-like pupils were covered with a layer of forest fog, and a red leaf fell in front of him, pulling Dian Xuechen's thoughts from the ancient confusion back to reality.

Like a gust of wind blowing away the confusion in his eyes, his eyes cooled down, and he looked around vigilantly. He was still surrounded by the emperor river flowers that burned the sky like flames. This place was like an oasis on the river, with wild grasses overgrown.

"This is the real other side of the Bi'an River." A kind and gentle voice drew Dian Xuechen's gaze there.

Dian Xuechen got up, and his cold and proud eyes fell on the old man who slowly appeared. The visitor was an old man with a kind smile, white hair and beard, holding a whisk in his right hand and a piece of psychic jade in his left, sitting leisurely. On a blue double-headed giant tortoise, with immortal demeanor and wise eyes, he can see the separation and reunion of the world, the origin and extinction of the world.

"Taoist Xuying." Dian Xuechen said flatly, even though the person in front of him was the ancient god, Taoist Xuying enshrined in the Taoist Temple of Six Disasters.

"The deity has already hinted at you many times, why don't you get out of the situation and still be obsessed?" Taoist Xuying shook his head and said pitifully.

Dian Xuechen looked at Taoist Xuying as cold as the moon, without saying a word.

"It's a blessing or a curse." Taoist Xuying stepped down from the beast, sighed, and handed the precious jade in front of Dian Xuechen, and said, "Yaoyu, I can see you and Jinyuan's third generation."

After Dian Xuechen received Yaoyu, Taoist Xuying handed two kits to Dian Xuechen and said: "Open the yellow kit after coming out of the Yaoyu illusion, and open the blue kit if there is any disaster in the future. "

He looked at Dian Xuechen sighed and shook his head, and his empty voice echoed softly: "Whether it's Huaxi, Yushan or Dian Xuechen, they can't escape the fate of the Six Disasters..."

Yaoyu lay quietly in the palm of Dian Xuechen,