After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Xie Yu recovered a bit, and disappeared in place with Shen Chungui.

After another half a year, the snow was two feet thick, and the ground was covered with snow, and it was already the depths of winter.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell on the shoulders and heads of the two of them.

An ordinary cave, an ordinary door.The ebony door is engraved with the word "Shenji", and the half-closed door is covered with moss half an inch high, as if it has stood in place for a long time.

Shen Chungui's expression was a bit strange, mixed with sorrow and joy: "This is the Divine Machine Sect?"

No one is not afraid of death, and it is just helpless to say that they are calm.He will not miss this chance of life, but throughout the ages, few people can come out alive. If there is no accident, he should be buried here. People always hesitate before making crucial choices. He tilted his head and moved his lips. After a few times, "Wushuang..."

At least say goodbye.

Xie Wushuang doesn't practice divination.

There is no need for him to break into the magic door of escape from death.

Xie Yu was at Shen Chungui's side, with his usual indifferent expression, he took the lead in stepping in.

Shen Chungui didn't even have time to stop Xie Yu.

His heart beat faster, and the sense of hopeless love became more and more vivid. He clenched his fingers tightly and then slowly loosened them, muttering: "...Why bother."

Don't do that to him, he's not a saint.

He will only become more and more addicted.

On the snow surface, people have disappeared, leaving two shallow footprints.

Shui Wushuang stayed at Siguoya after being punished.

20 years is too long for him, he will wake up after a few days of meditation, and he will think of Xie Wushuang when his mind is a little clearer.He picked the palm of his hand and pinched out bloodstains: "... Xie Wushuang."

After 20 years of thinking about the cliff, his cultivation has not advanced but retreated, but his appearance has not changed at all. Instead, because he has not communicated with others for so many years, he has become a little colder. In a word, he looks more like Xie Yu.

The Restriction on the Cliff of Thoughts was opened.

A brother came in and knocked on the iron door: "Shui Wushuang, you can go out now."

No movement.

The white robe was frayed and turned yellow. The young man was leaning against the stone wall, his hands on his knees were slightly pink, and his eyes were inexplicably attractive. The senior brother's voice was a little hoarse: "Water..."

It was a pair of beautiful eyes, and what was even more beautiful was that face, which was tinged with a sickly coldness.

"I'm here." Shui Wushuang saw the amazement in his senior brother's eyes, and he lowered his eyes, "Can I go out?" It's not that he didn't use the mirror to look at his face, over the past few years, he has become more like Xie Wushuang.

In the past, they only looked alike, but now they have a similar temperament.Xie Wushuang was very cold and couldn't laugh.

It would look alike if he didn't smile.

Shui Wushuang used to like to laugh, but since Qiu Lingjun guarded the ghost city, it was difficult for him to laugh again.When facing the water mirror, I even hated this face a little.

After bidding farewell to Si Guoya's senior brother, he stood alone in a deserted place, he slowly touched his face, the person he wanted to please disappeared, and it seemed useless to ask for this face again.

Feng Ciyue has been in seclusion for a long time, and suddenly felt like leaving the seclusion today.Between the peaks and ridges stood a young man in white clothes, his skirts were moving slightly, his side face was cold, and his whole body was ethereal and otherworldly.

He stood among the clouds: "Wushuang?"

Not the current Xie Wushuang, but the smaller Xie Wushuang.

The boy looked back, his pupils were clear and his eyelashes were fine.

He also saw Feng Ciyue, with a noble demeanor and a frosty moonlight, who should be an elder of Jianzong.

Feng Ciyue was in a daze for a moment, and immediately realized that the person in front of her was not Xie Yu.

He walked down and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?"

Seeing that Shui Wushuang still had unhealed wounds, he frowned, and shot out a flash of light, "If I am a disciple of the Sword Sect, why is my cultivation level so low?"

Shui Wushuang only felt a warm current pass by, and his wounds that had not healed for many years were healed, and the person in front of him was absolutely advanced.His eyelashes trembled, and suddenly another thought occurred to him.

If this person can teach him, he should improve very quickly.

Shui Wushuang didn't want to be such a waste anymore.

"I'm indeed a disciple of Sword Sect." He didn't miss the complicated look of nostalgia in Feng Ciyue's eyes, and pressed down the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were a little colder, and his pupils reflected Feng Ciyue's shadow, " ...will you teach me?"

This person should know Xie Wushuang, maybe he is Xie Wushuang's admirer?He thought about it indifferently, but he was sure that the person in front of him would not refuse.

He is really similar to Xie Wushuang.

Feng Ciyue was silent for a while, looking at Shui Wushuang with anticipation and admiration in his eyes, as if he was back in the past... when Xie Yu still had him as a master in his eyes.But he still didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either, and threw a jade slip over: "Come here to find me after you've practiced."

Old dreams are too gentle.

Even if it's fake, it's just somewhat similar to what it used to be.

Shui Wushuang took the jade slip with both hands, and said respectfully, "Yes."

After Feng Ciyue went back, he checked Shui Wushuang, and after knowing that Shui Wushuang liked Qiu Lingjun and was hostile to Xie Yu, he sat under the tree for a long time and went to Changliu Mountain.

The ancestor of Changliu Mountain, Shen Suanzi, was seriously injured, and the young master had already closed the door to thank the guests after disappearing.

Feng Ciyue and Shen Suanzi were fairly familiar, he made a call and walked in directly, Shen Suanzi shook his fan to enjoy the cool, his hair and beard were all white, showing an old and decayed state.

A few years and ten years are a blink of an eye for them.

Feng Ciyue didn't expect it.

The fortune teller greeted: "Hongxue is here? Come on, please sit down." Seeing the astonishment in Feng Ciyue's eyes, he smiled and said, "Why, it's a surprise. I really don't live long this time, so I won't lie to you .”

Those who do not become immortals will eventually die.

Feng Ciyue took her seat: "I have to go to cross the tribulation of love?"

Shen Suanzi raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Are you finally willing to mention this to me?" He was a little emotional, "I thought I would never wait until I die." He joked, "It is necessary to go for such a long journey." Suffering. Hongxue, if you can't break it, you can't build it, since you already have this intention, why don't you want to face it?"

The more depressed, the deeper the obsession.

Feng Ciyue has dragged on for so many years, and the situation is already very bad.

It is impossible for Feng Ciyue to confess to Xie Yu.

He thought of another way, using Shui Wushuang to overcome the tribulation of love: "I see."

The fortune teller was very curious: "I didn't see anyone around you?" He asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Ciyue's eyes were deep: "An insignificant person."

Killing his wife to prove the Tao is not a rumor, but Cang Lan has such a thing. If he can see through the world, he will no longer be obsessed with obsession.

It was the best he could come up with.

The fortune teller was helpless: "You."

Didn't this still say nothing?

Feng Ciyue raised her eyes: "Are you really hopeless?"

The fortune teller sighed: "Yes. If you can get my divination artifact, the magic mirror, my cultivation can be improved to a higher level, and maybe I will ascend immediately."

Feng Ciyue glanced at Suan Zi: "Then you'd better die."

The magic mirror, an artifact that only exists in the secrets, has been passed down since ancient times, and it has appeared twice in Canglan, both of which happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, so it has long been untestable.

"Hey. I'll be sad when Hongxue said that." The fortune teller smiled again, then suddenly restrained his expression, "Hongxue, do you know where Xie Wushuang went?"

A few days ago he could vaguely feel Shen Chungui's location, these days no matter how he tried to calculate, he couldn't find Shen Chungui, they were related by blood.

Mentioning Xie Wushuang, Feng Ciyue was stunned: "I don't know."

Wushuang seldom contacted him now, and for some reason, he didn't dare to disturb him too much. The relationship between master and apprentice had long since become cold.

The fortune teller touched the copper coins: "Everyone has their own thoughts."

He also seldom talks with Shen Chungui, sometimes he can't understand this junior, "Hongxue."

Feng Ciyue found out that Shen Suanzi was really old, and a venerable who had been active in Canglan when he was still young seemed to be about to perish.

"Before Chungui went down the mountain, I made a divination for him." The fortune teller was talking about Xie Yu's experience in Xingjing Lake, Shen Chungui went to him for the first time, "The divination is not good."

The copper coin exploded, and a line of blood burst in his palm, which heralded a bloody disaster, "So I don't really want that child to go down." Shen Chungui, who he brought up with his own hands, said, "This child is not talented, I hope he can be a good Shen Chungui." The young master of the family, live a lifetime happily without worrying about food and clothing."

Shen Suanzi also didn't expect Shen Chungui to be able to stand out, just like Feng Ciyue before, he raised Xie Yu in Xiaozefeng, if Xie Yu was willing, Feng Ciyue could pamper Xie Yu for a lifetime.

Compared with Xie Yu going to the battlefield to fight and go through life and death, Feng Ciyue wants Xie Yu to stay in Jianzong well. He has witnessed those bloody storms and knows the pain and pain. He doesn't want Xie Yu to go his way again.

"But he wants to go." The fortune teller asked Shen Chungui, and Shen Chungui's answer is still vivid in his memory. His younger generation proudly said that he wanted to prove the Dao, even if the hexagrams were not good, even if he knew that Shen Chungui would go down the mountain this time without death. He still smiled and told Shen Chun to go back, "So I let him go."

His time is running out, and he is just dying to live. "Hongxue, I don't have any wish. After I fall, can you take care of my junior for me?"

His great-great-grandson.

The Shen family practiced divination and Taoism, and generally died early.

There is no one in the Shen family.

Feng Ciyue stared at the operator: "Yes."

He didn't want Xie Yu to go out, because the swords and swords outside were not as good as Xiao Zefeng's singing, singing, swallowing and dancing like spring all the year round.But Xie Yu wanted to go out, he saw the common people, and there were blue waves.

This is the morality he pursues.

Xie Wushuang is the highest ideal advocated by cultivators.

There are always people who are drunk and dreaming of death under the bright sun, and there are always people who take up the sword and do nothing.

Even ordinary and insignificant people have a heroic dream in their hearts to protect the common people.I am unarmed, I have nothing but a body made of flesh and blood, but if my country needs me, I will go to the battlefield without hesitation.