one generation one pair

I walked forward along the sound, and the sound of water splashing in my ears became louder and louder. When I looked up, I saw a tall waterfall not far away, falling from the sky like the Milky Way in the sky, falling vertically, and filling the air. A piece of white mist is misty, and it is very beautiful in the night.

The so-called Nine Heavens Wonderland is probably nothing more than that...

The Holy Gate is so big, and I don’t know how many places among the nine mountains have the same beautiful scenery as here, and how many are better than this place. It would be great if the small house can be moved here.

Hey, there seems to be someone in the waterfall?

When I was thinking about it, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver-haired man standing under the curtain waterfall splashed with silver water, and let the waterfall water falling from a high altitude hit his body, and the flowing water soaked the man's head The silver hair was gray, covering the man's naked body like a translucent dress...

I don't really like to use the word "beautiful" to describe a man who is just like me, but just standing far away and seeing the back of the man in the waterfall, it makes people unable to move their eyes away, except for one " I don't know what word to use to describe it.

His silver hair is gray, and he clings to his broad back and narrow waist under the clear water. His skin is as cool and white as if it had been illuminated by moonlight. He is thin but not sticky, fat but not greasy. It's like this, but I don't understand why a head of black hair turns into a head full of silver threads.

The river overflowed the man's waist in the waterfall, so that my eyes could only stay on the man's waist and could not move any further.

The majestic and tall waterfall fell on the man's body, as if a gust of wind had blown by it, and it was not painful. The freshness makes people feel a little unstoppable.

Taking a deep breath of the icy breath of the night, he forcibly cut off the desire to rise in his heart. He closed his eyes tightly and refused to look at the unknown man in the waterfall. He clenched his hands into fists, and gradually suppressed it with tyrannical reason and self-control. It's really damned to have emotions that shouldn't be in the depths of my heart.

After two breaths, my emotions returned to normal, and I opened my eyes again. Is the man in the waterfall the one who saved me from the bear first?Looking at the figure, it is indeed very similar.

Under the waterfall, brushing his hands along his forehead with his hair, the silver-haired man suddenly opened his water-like eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the man suddenly disappeared under the waterfall, and in a blink of an eye he had arrived at On the bank of the river, even though he knew that someone had intruded into his place unintentionally, the man was still not in a hurry, walked up the bank slowly naked, picked up the white clothes hanging on the branches and put them on.

The cloud-like clothes fell lightly, slightly pale fingers slid over the belt and tied it lightly, immediately covering up the charming spring light in the night, a white silk ribbon was casually tied on the silver hair, which was soaked by the river just a moment ago At this time, there was no water drop left in the wet hair, and it fell softly on the man's shoulders to the waist, fluttering like a cloud in the night wind.

The white shoes stepped on the grass and walked towards me step by step. From the eyes of the silver-haired man, I saw a fool wrapped in bandages and white gauze like a bun. Yes, that fool The same guy is me.

The silver-haired man stood quietly in front of me, and then said: "Will the wound on your body still hurt?"

This voice was just like this person, with a hint of coldness and remoteness that was not easy for others to get close to, deep but not hoarse.

The long silver hair is softly lying behind him, and a piece of white silk flutters slightly in the wind. The man standing in front of him can no longer be described with just a word "beautiful". He is as soft as water, but also has a distance like ice. Immediately, I realized that the man in front of me was definitely not of the same level as the Sahabi disciples I had seen before.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your help." Clasping my fists together, I tried to see something in the other person's eyes, but I found that the other person's eyes were like ancient wells, without the slightest ups and downs of emotion, without the annoyance of being disturbed by others, and without surprise , like a well, without any ups and downs.

I couldn't see the man's heart from the eyes of the other person, I lowered my head, I withdrew my eyes from watching the other person: "The disciple of the next sect, Chou Tiange..."

"Choutiange..." The man suddenly said my name again.

"Don't know your name yet?" I asked.

"...My name is Bu Fengchen."

Dust?

What a strange name...it doesn't match the person's appearance at all.