[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

At first glance, you thought you were going to kill me. "Ouyang Mingri said leisurely, so lazy that he almost fell asleep, "But I'm just a person hiding in this world, and it's useless after all.You can go and find the person you want to find, but you must leave Qin behind. "

Ouyang Shaogong smiled and shook his head: "You know Qin is my key to open this place."

Ouyang Mingri sat up suddenly, lifted the curtain, stared into Ouyang Shaogong's eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Then you...do you believe in yourself?"

They looked into each other's eyes and seemed to be able to see the depths of the soul. People will change, and gods will change when they have feelings. Ouyang Shaogong lowered his eyes and murmured: "Are you still me..."

Ouyang Mingri's lips moved, but he didn't speak in the end. He watched Ouyang Shaogong turn around and sighed, and walked away, frowning.

The small door opened and closed, and the cold wind came in with a whistling sound, and then there was silence immediately, and the wind chimes remained the same.

Looking at the screen in front of the bed tomorrow, Ouyang felt inexplicably lost. The empty hut seemed to be colder than the wind and snow, which made him want to curl up.

"I should be the one who said this!" He was angry for no reason. After being lonely for thousands of years, Murong Ziying, a child, could win his heart. Ouyang didn't believe it, and was unwilling.

Fengxue became even more frantic, pushed the door open, and slammed it down again, like a ghost seeking his life.

Ouyang Shaogong felt cold, getting colder and colder, he was wearing thin clothes, almost shivering.

The path when we came here passed through the courtyard, and the door opened to the outside. Yi Shui leaned against the red-painted door, dressed in black and green, with a long sword on his back, and looked like a boy.

When Yi Shui turned into a human form and stayed by his side, he would even be grateful to Murong Ziying in his heart, but the people around him never seemed to have any good places to go. This young sword spirit is still full of curiosity about the world, just like that Dissipated, never to be seen again, never to be heard again.

With a move in his heart, Ouyang Shaogong had a ridiculous idea. He wanted to realize it strongly, thinking more and more, and couldn't wait.

Yi Shui noticed his fiery eyes, backed away with some fear, turned around and was about to run into the yard.

Ouyang Shaogong grabbed him immediately, and Yi Shui didn't dare to draw his sword with his eyes piercing into the heart's core: "Yi Shui, come with me, leave this illusion."

"Who are you?" Yi Shui didn't dare to move, but stared at him fiercely, "Where are you going?"

"I..." Ouyang Shaogong was stunned for a moment, but couldn't say anything, Yi Shui broke away from his hand, took two steps back, and immediately disappeared without a trace as if he hadn't recovered.

The white air from breathing spread out in front of his eyes, Ouyang Shaogong held down his wide sleeves, pushed back the hair on his cheeks, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the plum blossoms outside the house, blooming endlessly, as if they were laughing, the petals Flying with the wind and snow, Ouyang Shaogong even felt that being surrounded by countless pairs of eyes was gentle and terrifying.

"It seems to be happy..." Ouyang Shaogong murmured in a daze, and when he walked out of the house, the wind became colder.

The wind was like piercing steel needles, rolling the sky full of pink and colorful flowers, and the fragrance of the plums was also cold. Ouyang Shaogong was shocked by such a cold wind, and couldn't help coughing. He leaned on the plum tree, and the coughing became more and more severe. Extremely uncomfortable, he bent down, his face flushed.

The pink and white plum blossoms fell like rain, and Ouyang Shaogong could almost feel the joyful and excited mood. He coughed up tears, looked at the thicker and thicker residual red under his feet, and gasped slightly.

There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and something fluffy rubbed against his face. Ouyang Shaogong was stunned. Someone put a fur cloak on him, which was as white as snow, and it touched his feet.

His body became much warmer, Ouyang Shaogong shivered, his long hair was pulled out gently, and it was draped over a snow-white fur-collared cloak, black and white were distinct.

The soft lips were not moist, and a light kiss landed on the corner of Ouyang Shaogong's mouth. His face was flushed, and he lowered his head, as if shy.

"Murong." Ouyang Shao respectfully said, the person he was looking for was by his side, but he didn't even show a smile, he felt strange, "Are these plum blossoms released just for you, are you happy?"

Zi Yin suddenly clasped his waist, leaned on his shoulder, just said with a smile: "You like it."

Ouyang Shaogong was silent, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Tomorrow...he told me that you have no influence on this world."

"Do you believe him? You know it's illusory, so why should you believe him?" Zi Yin's voice was terribly cold, as if accusing Ouyang Shaogong of suspicion, the coldness was even full of death and murderous intent.

Ouyang Shaogong didn't notice it, he suddenly felt flustered, he was afraid that Ziyin would misunderstand him, and that the gap between them would be deeper, even though he was the one who decided to leave, he was still afraid that Ziyin would abandon him first.

"Then... let's get out of here, Murong, what you want is me, you won't want to stay here." Ouyang Shaogong turned around, he finally smiled, tenderness became his style, his Eyes are as clear as snow, amazingly bright, like a naive child.

In the clear snow, peach blossoms bloomed.

"Yes, I can be presumptuous only with you." Ziyin had never been so presumptuous, he pinched Ouyang Shaogong's chin very hard.

Ouyang Shaogong was never a docile cat, but he just frowned and didn't refuse.At least for this person, he has spoiled and pampered too much.

Because of love, so fear, because of fear, so lost.

"Murong, it doesn't matter if you hate me, I know it's too selfish, but I just don't want you to leave me." Ouyang Shaogong grabbed his hand, moved away from his face, and held it tightly.

"Your Highness... you can leave if you want, right?" Ziyin's voice was emotionless, as if he didn't care about it at all, he paused, and suddenly asked, "Where's your qin?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ziyin said coldly: "Zhaorong took your piano."

"Zhaorong..." Ouyang Shaogong read aloud, thought-provoking, he glanced at Ziyin, and walked to Ouyang Mingri's house again, the door there was closed tightly at some point.

He walked slowly, stepping on the thick snow step by step, leaving shallow footprints, which were covered by plum blossoms.The cold blade pierced through the body, pink and white oozes from the snow-white fox fur, and a bright red peony blooms from the chest.

The sound of panting was accompanied by red, oppressive and painful, Ouyang Shaogong looked at the sharp knife pierced into his chest, the blood in his heart seemed to have frozen, it was icy cold, he looked back at Ziyin, his face froze with surprise.

Ziyin pulled out the dagger, which was forged by himself, the phoenix pattern was dyed red, and the scarlet phoenix seemed alive.

The blood gushed out and immediately scalded the snow on the ground, flowing continuously, Ouyang Shaogong was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he took a big breath, full of bloody smell.The blood splashed on his hands, poured into his sleeves, soaked the snow-white cloak heavily, and sucked up the blood.

The world finally blurred, and Ziyin's face was terribly calm, looking at him coldly, but also seemed to have imperceptible fanaticism.

Ouyang Shaogong fell on his back, on the red snow, plum blossoms covered the sky, and fell silently, until he couldn't see anything, couldn't remember anything.

Ziyin put away the blood-stained dagger, hooked the corners of his lips, and revealed a treacherous smile, sinister and greedy, like a devil.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither came from the deep courtyard in the snowstorm, as fierce as a sword's edge, and seemed to swallow the plum blossoms all over the sky, Zi Yin finally had a trace of panic on his face, he gritted his teeth while looking at the red lacquered door, and embraced Ouyang Shaogong, who was soaked in blood, disappeared among the boundless plum blossoms.

Perhaps because those who came returned, the wind and snow began to calm down, but it never stopped.The snowflakes were still big, and after several hours of falling, they couldn't cover the blood on the ground. The thick snow layer began to melt into blood and then freeze into ice.

The weather was much better, Yi Shui opened the door, and Ouyang Mingri sat behind the door, looking at the scenery outside.

"He's gone." Yi Shui waited by Ouyang Mingri's side, glanced at the blood red patch, and said softly.

Ouyang Mingri nodded: "He killed Changqin."

Yi Shui said: "That person is not looking for the master?"

"No." Ouyang Mingri said coldly, "He's really in love with Murong, otherwise he wouldn't know he has doubts but still believe."

Yi Shui snorted, set up a small case, went to fetch water, brewed tea, curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Don't love him."

Ouyang tomorrow picked up the hot tea and sniffed it lightly, then put it back: "Changqin was killed in the illusion, if he wakes up beside him, he will acquiesce that this is the real world, with the power of the key of time, it will be true." Hold up the world and make it real, completely real."

"Is it not good?" Yi Shui tilted his head, puzzled.

Ouyang Mingri shook his head and stopped talking. He picked up the cup of tea and was in a daze.

The tea in the cup changed from hot to cold, and even started to freeze, Ouyang Mingri did not move.

The crown tassel has been wrapped around the fingertips for a long time, and it has already wrinkled. His face is calm, but he is also burning with anxiety. He is waiting, waiting for someone who may not come, but must come.

The white-haired and crowned cultivator hurried over with a painted paper umbrella. He was in a hurry and closed the umbrella before reaching the eaves. He looked up at Ouyang Mingri, his face pale and haggard, and his gray eyes also in a trance.

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There was a buzzing in his head, a familiar voice was talking to him, he didn't want to listen, didn't dare to listen, but he had nowhere to escape, and even saw that other self, killing the person he loved deeply with his own hands.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the bloody dagger in his hand, and saw Ouyang Shaogong fall, falling heavily into a pool of blood.

How could it be himself, a monster, a demon, who killed his beloved enemy.

Ziyin looked at Ouyang Mingri, tried hard to say something, but the voice in his head made him into a mess, he opened his lips, finally frowned in pain, and said in a daze: "Give him back to me..."

Ouyang Mingri didn't know what he heard, seeing Ziyin was stunned for a long time, Cang