A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a ten-year lamp in the night rain in the

[A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, the lights of ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes] ([-])

Text/Mu Qing (Bing Shifeng)

The maple leaves all over the mountain are red, like coming to a fairyland, reluctant to leave.

The holy mountain in autumn is the most beautiful, comparable to the peach forest in Taoyuan Town, the mist and rain in the Jiangnan water town, the wilderness of the grassland, and the crystal clear snow..

In the autumn of the holy mountain, red maples chase and dance all over the sky, like a rain of blood, which makes one's heart tremble. People who are bathed in the killing, unable to look directly at such a beautiful scenery, will fill their hearts with fear, and their eyes will be bloodshot. Come out of the hallucinations, or even immerse yourself in the hallucinations and fall asleep.

No matter how beautiful the holy mountain is, it will also discourage people who are dancing with demons. They are no match for the confusion of demons. If they can't get out of the maple leaf forest, getting lost is also a way to return.

The maple leaf forest in the holy mountain has buried many people who were trapped by demons and went mad.

But at this moment, in this maple leaf forest, there was a clanging sword sound, countless sword qi set off layers of maple leaves, and two figures, one green and one basket, shuttled in the maple leaf forest, fighting inseparably, the sword shadow whirled, and the figure was ghostly Like the wind, dozens of strokes have passed in the blink of an eye...

Tsing Yi's skill has not made any progress or even started to decline in these years of self-isolation. His physical strength can no longer keep up with the light-like sword moves, and he is gradually at a disadvantage. Just as he was panting for breath and wanted to raise his hand to resist, a bamboo flute was approaching. In front of his chest, the dark sword on the bamboo flute exuded a cold light that hurt Tsing Yi's eyes, he had nowhere to dodge in the blink of an eye, and the person holding the bamboo flute saw that Tsing Yi didn't dodge, it was too late for him to withdraw the bamboo flute, so he could only Seeing the bamboo flute sank into Tsing Yi's chest, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and stared blankly at the person he stabbed. Tsing Yi took a few steps back and leaned on the tree... The bamboo flute on his chest was still trembling slightly, blood It has flowed out slowly along the wound, soaking Tsing Yi's cyan shirt, Tsing Yi raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains around his mouth, the heavy panting made the blood flow from his chest more and more..., every time he exhaled and inhaled, the wound was like a cone Heart-piercing pain.

"Nan Yan, finally came to this step..." Tsing Yi spit out a few words lightly, he had no strength to support anymore, slipped along the tree pole and fell to the ground.The friendship he tried to maintain was no match for Nan Yan's inner demon power, and Nan Yan was gradually controlled by the inner demon, unable to distinguish between real and fake illusions.

"I..." The young man who was called Nan Yan heard Tsing Yi's murmur, looked at Tsing Yi tremblingly, and couldn't say anything extra, only his slightly opened and closed lips remained silent.

Nan Yan was extremely contradictory. While he wanted to get rid of his inner demons, he longed for the throbbing in his heart. The more than ten days trapped in the Maple Leaf Forest had driven him almost crazy. He can't get rid of it either. What he is unwilling to do is just want to fight for what he wants. He never imagined that his longing has gone from the initial point to the crazy jealousy now. In the end, when he accidentally entered the Maple Leaf Forest that year, he had a demon in his heart. , Lost my heart.If Tsing Yi hadn't found him, Maple Leaf Forest would have been his way back, Nan Yan thought bitterly, and found another maple tree not far from Tsing Yi to lean on. In a fight, he was also at the end of his battle.

Neither of them spoke, only the sound of panting and wind, which was very clear in the quiet maple forest.

Tsing Yi closed his eyes, he didn't pull out the bamboo flute, how he longed to hear Nanyan play the bamboo flute again, like the song "Under the Moon" or "Under the Moon" in the corridor that winter night under the ice and snow. Bliss", and the bamboo flute that made him think of the sound of nature, was stuck in his chest, sucking his blood, reminding him of his stupidity and hopelessness.Tsing Yi knew that he and Nan Yan would never go back to the chicness of their first acquaintance, so many years of getting along was like a joke, Nan Yan's deliberate approach, he thought he could use his kindness to change Nan Yan's twisted heart, It's a pity that everything disappeared in the maple forest that year.That year, Nan Yan did not break in by mistake, but he thought that Nan Yan was also a pure person and deliberately lured him to Maple Leaf Forest to test Nan Yan, but it turned out to be such a bad result... He blamed himself and felt guilty , He hasn't had a good time in the past ten years. He has been looking for Nan Yan, wanting to make up for the mistakes of that year. He knows that he knows what Nan Yan wants, and he can even sacrifice all his skills to fulfill Nan Yan... .

He looked through all the classics in the Demon Palace but failed to find a way to get rid of the demons. The master brother told him that the demons can verify whether a person's heart is pure. Devil devours.Once a disciple of the Demon Palace has a heart demon, he will be executed, so no disciple dares to violate the palace rules.

Tsing Yi felt even more sad when she thought of the words of the big master, the inner demons cannot be broken, only death can solve it...

It's too late, it's too late...