The sword has something to say

The world is cold and the wind is gathering, and the banner is about to collapse.In that catastrophe, half of the wilderness was stained with blood, the demons fought to the death almost in full force, the gods lost their soldiers and generals, and blood spilled on Nanming Ridge.

Feng Tinglan once met Ji Qingyun before the battle.When he heard the news of Shi Yanxue's fall when he was in retreat, he couldn't believe it for a while, and he didn't understand the intention of heaven until he saw the sky full of robbery clouds when he left the retreat.

When Feng Tinglan and Ji Qingyun passed each other in front of the formation, neither of them spoke.

At the end of the catastrophe, the demon clan was destroyed, and three of the four demon kings were killed. Only Hou Qing was seriously injured and escaped without a trace.As for the protoss, there were heavy casualties, there were only a few innate gods left, and all those who were good at fighting in the past fell, and the luck of Zixiao Heavenly Court was no longer what it used to be.

After the catastrophe, Ji Qingyun went to meet Feng Tinglan.

A catastrophe that lasted for nearly a hundred years made Feng Tinglan seem to be a different person.This Second Highness, who broke through the formation in the catastrophe and made great achievements in battle, had a layer of unmelting frost on the corners of his brows and eyes, frozen in his eyes, except for the bloody karma brought over from the battlefield, he had nothing. angry.

Ji Qingyun's eyes fell on the long sword at his waist.

Feng Tinglan stroked the long sword and remained silent.

Ji Qingyun didn't look any further, but raised her eyes and said indifferently: "This is not Shi Yanxue, it's just a good soldier. There is no more Shi Yanxue in this world."

A bit of anger surged in Feng Tinglan's eyes, and he gradually suppressed it back, and said in a hoarse voice: "In those years, I was the one who was confused, and I was responsible for Mr. Lanxi."

Ji Qingyun was startled, and thoughtfully said: "Have you found the person you're looking for?"

Feng Tinglan stroked the long sword gently with his fingertips, and nodded.Ji Qingyun's expression changed slightly, she remained silent for a long time, closed her eyes and smiled wryly: "It's him... so... Forget it, Your Highness has been pestering me for thousands of years, and I have caused His Highness to miss the love. If the grievances are equal, let's write it off. "

Feng Tinglan looked at the sword fairy in white in front of him, and felt that the past was ridiculous.

Ji Qingyun looked at the long sword in a daze, feeling lost: "I heard that he gave birth to a descendant for you." Feng Tinglan's face turned pale suddenly, that was the last thing he wanted to think about.

"He once cherished it very much." Ji Qingyun recalled the meeting in Lingyang Mountain back then, and said softly.He looked at Dahuang, which was still bloody after the robbery cloud faded, and nodded slightly: "Your Highness, goodbye."

The sword fairy in white strayed away, leaving Feng Tinglan standing in the clouds.He gently held the hilt of the sword, and there was a coldness under his palm.After a long time, Feng Tinglan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, stroking the simple lines on the hilt with his fingertips, and said: "Axue, I always thought that as long as I don't go to Lingyang Mountain, you will still be there. It will complain Me, I left it there for too long..."

The breeze passed by the black clothes, and the hair around his ears fluttered slightly. Feng Tinglan carefully untied the sword from his waist and held it in his arms: "Let's go, let's go pick it up together."

When it was not yet dawn, the waves of Bitan fell.

Feng Tinglan looked at Bitan Qingbo ecstatically, and suddenly remembered what he said to Shi Yanxue that night when he realized his intentions, if he hadn't left in a daze later, maybe...

The waves of the Bitan water gradually turned into a huge vortex, Feng Tinglan hung his palms in the air, suppressing his heart and mourning, there was a weak response from the deep pool.

"My son." Feng Tinglan's heart jumped, and he couldn't help calling in a low voice: "My son... come here..." The water in the deep pool was moving, and a round and white dragon egg carefully floated up from the bottom of the water, hesitating A white and tender eggshell emerged from the water.

Feng Tinglan's fingertips trembled, and he choked up so much that he couldn't speak a few times, so he could only cover the world with the breath of the dragon.Sensing the familiar aura, Dragon Egg rolled happily on the surface of the water twice, swaying and drifting on the water.Feng Tinglan leaned over and half knelt, and carefully stretched out his hand, the dragon egg rolled down into his palm, and the eggshell oozes pure spiritual power, lying down obediently.

The corners of Feng Tinglan's lips curled up slightly, she wanted to laugh but then shed tears, which were dripping on the dragon's egg: "My son, it's my father's fault for keeping you waiting for a long time, and my father is late."

Long Dan hid the grievances of lying alone under the water for a hundred years, and rubbed his father's palm as if to comfort him.The frost melted away from Feng Tinglan's eyes, and he gently scraped the dragon egg with his fingertips pitifully: "Father will never leave you again." He sat down cross-legged, hugged the dragon egg in front of him, the warm dragon egg The eggshell looked more white and moist when it rested. The dragon egg rolled and rolled to the side of the long sword. The cool breath on the sword was also familiar to it.

The dragon egg is still happy, as long as the two it loves most are still by its side as before.

Feng Tinglan didn't go back to her temple, but stayed in Lingyang Mountain holding the dragon egg.He still lives in Shi Yanxue's small bamboo building. Through the huge window, sometimes he sees the flowers falling in the sky, sometimes he listens to the drizzle, the moon is full and the moon is fading, and the time passes by. Only then has he tasted how lonely Shi Yanxue used to be.The wine jar under the bamboo building was already empty, and Shi Yanxue's treasured words made him lose sight of what he could and couldn't see.

The dragon egg has grown two times, but it doesn't mean to break the shell at all, but it can roll around by itself for fun.Feng Tinglan put the long sword on his knee, stretched out his hand and rubbed the dragon egg beside him, looked up at the moonlight outside the window, not knowing that another hundred years had passed in the mountains.

"Axue, when will you come back?"