[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Even better, but cherish the existence of every sword.

So day after day, Huaiwei's body also condensed a thin frost, time seemed to stop on his body, and seemed to pass faster, his long black hair gradually turned silvery white, his eyebrows and eyelashes faded, The body seems to be still young.

Murong Ziying combed his hair every day, and found that his body was gradually becoming abnormal. When he took off his clothes to the waist, he saw several golden spots of different sizes on his smooth back. The round scales and feathers as big as nails are gathered together, and the golden scales and feathers have golden complicated lines on them.

It looks like fish scales, but it is cut more like bird feathers. Murong Ziying knows these scales and feathers, phoenix scales.

Even if it keeps nourishing, it can't make Changqin's soul out of weakness, showing the characteristics of the archetype. It seems to maintain a young body, but in fact it is as old as his long silver hair.

It has been a full 30 years.

Murong Ziying took off Huaiwei's mask, her jade-like skin was flawless, her face was as beautiful as before, but her eyes were closed, so she couldn't see the expression in them.

Twice

It seems that something unusual has happened. The elves in the secret realm are flying around, laughing and singing in groups.

Murong Ziying walked down the stone steps, seeing the little things flying all over the sky, she unconsciously slowed down her steps so as not to disturb her.He walked through the water curtain, but did not see Huai Wei's figure.

"Your Highness?" Murong Ziying called urgently, her voice echoed, the water was slightly rippling, and the candlelight was quiet, no one answered him.

The silence seemed to suffocate Murong Ziying to death, as if someone had pinched his heart, he took a breath slowly and carefully, walked around the cold pool, stared closely at the water surface, and looked around.

A wobbly elf followed him, flapped its wings, and landed on his shoulder.A pitifully small bird was bouncing on its shoulders, its blue wings glowing faintly.

Murong Ziying was a little dazed, turned to look at it, and asked softly, "Where is he?"

The blue cold light flickered, gradually dimmed, and went out, as if it had never appeared.Murong Ziying turned around abruptly, and saw the folded clothes and white Confucian uniforms neatly placed beside the pool.

Murong Ziying let out a long breath and smiled slightly. The man turned his back to him and slowly stood up from the water. His snow-white hair was curled on his back with wetness. The cold water slid across the golden phoenix scales, reflecting the warmth Warm candle flames, sparkling waves, dripping out a warm and beautiful luster, as if seeing the supremely noble and gorgeous Phoenix Emperor.

The intense heartbeat seemed to ring in his ears, beating his mind in a daze, Murong Ziying hurriedly lowered her eyes, suppressing her excitement, her blood seemed to be burning in her body.He stared at his feet and remained motionless until Huaiwei put on his clothes and walked in front of him.

Huaiwei curled the corners of his lips, his eyes were as gentle as water, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, he was a little eager, enduring the pain in his throat like a saw, his voice was like a crack, and he said hoarsely: "Qin."

"Qin, do you want to play the qin? Or are you looking for the qin?" Murong Ziying immediately raised her head to look at him, and frowned again as she spoke, "Don't answer, don't talk anymore."

Huai Wei contemplated for a moment, then smiled brightly, clear and clean, kind of cute, he picked up Murong Ziying's left hand, and wrote in the palm of his hand: You are not suitable for the piano.

Murong Ziying just stared into his eyes dazedly, and then grabbed his wrist and clenched it tightly. He wanted to hug the person in front of him, but he almost couldn't control himself, but he couldn't move half a step.

Perhaps Huaiwei saw through his thoughts, reached out to embrace Murong Ziying into his arms, and stroked his long hair.

Murong Ziying leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, just like the child back then.

"30 years." Huaiwei whispered in his ear, took Murong Ziying's hand again, and wrote: I hear you talking to me every day, I want you to stay a little longer, but...

Murong Ziying only said: "You can hear me."

Huaiwei nodded, pinched Murong Ziying's chin, lowered her head and kissed his lips.

"What does this mean?" Murong Ziying asked, his voice was so cold, so cold that he was confused.

Huai smiled, but it seemed to be mocking himself, with a bitter taste, like chewing licorice, and wrote on his hand: You are not suitable for the qin, but you are the king of the sword. I have never seen you dance a sword in my life. Today I will be with you .

Before Murong Ziying could react, Huaiwei pushed him away, took the water from the cold pool, turned it into a long sword, leaned against him again, and supported his waist with one hand.

The four eyes met, and in a trance, Murong Ziying felt that for the first time, she had glimpsed the world of the person in front of her, and she just wanted to stop time and see clearly.He drew out his own sword, lightly intersected with Huaiwei's sword, and made a crisp sound.

Huai tilted his head slightly, paused word by word, and said to him with difficulty: "Du, one, nothing, two."

The ice is broken and the jade is shattered, and the sound of the sword is lingering. They are like a pair of butterflies enigmatic in the flowers. In the bustling world, they have nowhere to go and nowhere to return. mud.

Poli's water is fine, sleepy butterflies love each other, cold mist turns into clouds, spirit birds turn into stars, twin swords are like harps, cherishing each other.

The reflection of the two figures in the pool, white clothes and fairy feathers, rising from the clouds, is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

In an instant, they seemed to have figured it out, and words were useless.

The sword's edge crossed the water, before the spray fell, the long sword melted into the water again, Huai Wei wrapped her arms around Murong Ziying's waist, and landed on the edge of the cold pool.

Murong Ziying withdrew her sword, looked at the white hair of the person in front of her, and raised her hand to straighten it gently for him, but her own hand was trembling, and said in a low voice, "Unique, I am unique to you."

Huai Wei nodded slowly, very seriously.

Murong Ziying said: "You have white hair for a hundred years, and I suddenly feel that I was really stupid before. No wonder you have always treated me like a child."

"No." Huaiwei yanked him into her arms, kissed him deeply, entangled with all her might, and wrote in Murong Ziying's palm: I want you to never forget me forever.

Murong Ziying embraced him, and responded with forgetfulness, a little bit of confusion in the slight panting, which turned into small shallow pecks, which seemed never enough.

Huaiwei said intermittently: "I... spoil you, but you... are not happy. I will give you all today, so that you know..."

It took too much effort to speak without speaking for 30 years, he sighed, grabbed Murong Ziying's hand and wrote: Knowing the ultimate joy in the world, I will make you happy every day I am in the human world, and become the happiest person in the world .

Murong Ziying curled up her hands and couldn't help saying sadly: "But I don't know how long you can stay in the human world."

Once you get it, you want more. The human heart is always so greedy and dissatisfied.Huaiwei hooked the corners of her lips, untied Murong Ziying's belt, pressed him into her arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll let you...not be a Lichen Immortal."

Murong Ziying lowered her head and looked at the pool of water. The plain clothes were slumped, and the belts were wrapped around each other. The blue shirt was half down before entering the water, and the white hair was wrapped in black silk around her waist, full of joy.

The orchid musk deer smells the fine fragrance and pants, and the qiluo stalks see the skin. At this time, do you still hate love?

The spring tide breaks down the loneliness one after another, and the clouds and rain make me sing happily.

Puncture the acupoints and light incense, all means, this joy of fish and water, makes people forget life and death, and don't know the world.

After all, Murong Ziying was a newcomer to human affairs, and she tore off a piece of phoenix scale due to the pain. The phoenix scale directly connected to the soul. to the bone.

A piece of phoenix scales caused most of Huaiwei's back to be stained with blood, he trembled a little, resisted it for a while, and took a bath in the cold pool.The cold air here can hurt the bones of the immortals, so it can't stay for long, Murong Ziying straightened her body, put on her clothes and tied her hair, and stood aside with her hands clasped, only staring at the dying lights in front of her.

Until the sound of the water subsided, Huaiwei stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, leading him up the stone steps, away from the ancient cold pool step by step.

A hundred birds chase the phoenix, no wonder the elves here love to flutter at Huaiwei, but they can never leave here, they can only watch the two of them leave.

The lamps were extinguished one by one behind him, there was no words all the way, only the sound of footsteps echoed, it took a long time to go out from the depths of the underground, and the thick stone door was pushed open, and there was a cave outside, with stone bed lamps, green vines and red flowers , Huaiwei didn't know where it was, she turned to look at the people around her.

Murong Ziying said: "This is the forbidden area of ​​Tianyong City."

Huai Wei nodded, picked up his right hand, and pulled out the phoenix scale that was tightly clenched in his hand. Seeing this phoenix scale, his back ached terribly.

"Send it to you." Huai Wei said.

Murong Ziying pursed her lips and said nothing, he thought it was weird and he couldn't understand it.He pulled out the phoenix scales unintentionally. To Huaiwei, it was like tearing off a piece of flesh from his body. Now that Huaiwei wants to give the phoenix scales to him, it only makes him feel uncomfortable.

Knowing what he was thinking, Huai Wei laughed again, stretched out her hand and said, "Sword."

Murong Ziying took out her own sword and put it in his hand, Huaiwei clamped the phoenix scale with two fingers, and gently placed it on the tip of the sword, the phoenix scale slowly sank in and was cast into the sword.

Like a long sword in water, the tip of the sword is a little golden with vermilion, and the feathers of the phoenix scales are stained with blood that never fades.

"People say that phoenix feathers are rare, and the six worlds are hard to find. Phoenix scales are more rare than phoenix feathers." Huaiwei's voice has recovered a lot, and after a break, he continued, "When you and your sword become one, they will merge with you." As one, unstoppable."

"Because it hurts too much, no phoenix is ​​willing to peck off his own scales easily." Murong Ziying said in a shy voice, he raised his hand as if to caress Huaiwei's back, but suddenly turned and withdrew his sword.

Huaiwei lowered his hands, looked at him and said, "I want to change and eat."

Murong Ziying nodded and led the way.

The head of Tianyong City, Shechen, is retreating, and his eldest disciple Yun Qing is acting as the director. The two have met Yun Qing and made a statement, so they live here temporarily.

The white Ru skirt is covered with plain yarn, with a belt around the waist, and a double set of jade pendants. It is covered with a half-sleeved gown, with silver hair hanging down the waist, flowing like a swan.Huaiwei stretched, and walked down the long steps in front of the hall slowly, the clogs hit the bluestone, creaking