The wind of the thunderbolt

On the Qiongwu Bridge, Xiang Ling sat alone, expressionless and thoughtful.For a few days I was depressed, so I took a leisurely walk,

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the sorrow of spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, who would lean on the fence without words. Xiangling... Long time no see." An elegant female voice came from a small boat in the distance. A woman at the bow of the boat came towards the wind, and she was seen wearing a pink cheongsam and a white ferret shawl inlaid with gold and emerald green, holding a red oil umbrella in her hand, like a nine-day fairy.For a while, the tourists by the Qiongwu Bridge became crazy...

"Sister Cui, you are here." Xiang Ling's expressionless face finally showed endless joy

With a soft drink, the woman holding the umbrella jumped and disappeared in an instant.Everyone suddenly woke up and hurriedly searched for the beautiful figure, only to realize that the beautiful woman had gone far away, and the woman at the bridgehead also disappeared at the same time.

"Sister Cui, why did you come here? Is there no mission in Huozhai Buddha Prison? Or are you here because of a mission?" Xiang Ling led the woman with the umbrella to her palace.

The woman holding the umbrella chuckled and said, "You're still so talkative. When can you change your habit of talking too much and you will lose your words." "Ah! Sister Cui, I forgot the rules of your organization. You can't go outside the mission." Xiang Ling vomited Tongue with apology.

"It's okay, the organization has nothing to do these days, my sister came to see you"

The woman holding the umbrella is named Hanyancui.She is a member of the Huo Zhai Buddha Prison in the Four Chess World. The Huo Zhai Buddha Prison is not so much a country, but a killer organization is more appropriate. People who see Han Yancui for the first time may think that this is a little girl belonging to Jiangnan Misty Rain, who knows in the blink of an eye He is a hellish Shura who kills like hemp.Its status in Huo Zhai Buddha Prison is not low, only under San Gong.She has known Xiangling Handkerchief since she was a child, and has a sisterhood for decades. (The lifespan of a person in this world is about 500 years. The stronger the foundation of martial arts, the longer it will be. It is not a problem for a thousand years. It is a territory where gods and demons coexist.)

"Xiang Ling, why are you more preoccupied than last time I saw you? My sister knows this is the rule of killing Broken Island, but you are still young and the outside world is still very wide..." Han Yancui persuaded Xiang Ling.

Xiangling played with Langya ring for a while, and kissed her lips after a while, "Sister, what do you think the rest of the Siqi world is like? What is the situation outside the Siqi world?" If others know , This question will set off a wave of criticism and reprimand from men, but fortunately there are only two of them here.

"Good question! Sister Cui brought you a copy of "The Chronicle of Araki Wood", which is now widely circulated in the upper heavens and our Huo Zhai Buddhist Prison. Some of it just introduces some scenery of other places. You may wish to take a look. Well The sky is over, I should go to rest." Hanyancui handed the book to Xianglingjing and went to sleep.

Must be sunny, especially enchanting.

"Sister Cui, are you awake? I have something to ask you, who is the author of this book? Why did it come out? I read it for a long time last night, and I only got a general idea of ​​it this morning. Please tell me in detail!" As soon as Xiang Ling saw Han Yancui walking out of the palace gate, he grabbed hold of her and asked,

"Oh, calm down, calm down, do you still have the dignified look of a princess, it is inevitable that you will be lightly reprimanded by your brother Wang. But this book--" Han Yancui suddenly stopped talking, Xiang Ling was anxious Nothing is impossible.Satisfied with the colorful expressions on Xiang Ling's face, Han Yancui kissed her lips, "This book is a travelogue written by a wise man named Wedge, and I know very little about him. I don’t know his origin. However, Huo Zhai Buddha Prison has recently learned that he will come to kill Broken Island. My lord sent me to observe Qi Zi on the way.”

"Sister Cui, have you found this person? I want to know him, and I have a lot of things I want to ask him!" Xiang Ling's face showed an uncontrollable eagerness.It is rare to see Xiang Ling like this, Han Yancui felt a pang in her heart, and suppressed the discomfort in her heart, "He is here, in Ranfeng Diancang Mountain, and my little fox is following him."

Xiang Ling was overjoyed: "I want to see him, Sister Cui. I'm going to travel with Brother Wang right now, you wait for me!" Xiang Ling walked towards Jianwu Palace as he spoke...

Dye maple to spot a corner of Cangshan Mountain.

The sky is full of maple red, reflecting the rising sun, it is really moving, the drunken flower pavilion in the depths of the maple forest is about to appear, when you look closely, there is a tall figure with purple hair and a shawl.Wearing plain clothes with jade crowns on the temples, gently shaking the feather fan.Without concealing his natural demeanor, the laughter came, "Hiding up to the beginning of the Dongfeng plan, laughing at the Three Kingdoms to determine the outcome, ask the king who will determine the rise and fall, and a feather will travel thousands of miles. Hahahaha... The autumn maple here is very suitable for me, the maple is good , wine, um~ there are beauties... Since we are here, why don't we meet up close." Xie Zi stopped drinking and stopped writing to invite the beauties, and a picture of beauties dotted with emerald greens on the table was already on the paper.

"Are you the one who wrote "The Chronicles of Araki Wood"? I heard that your name is Wedge? My name is Xiangling, and this is Hanyancui." A clear female voice sounded, blending into Feifeng, blending into the scene, I don't know how early Is it the person in the painting, or the person has entered the painting.Han Yancui looked at the cheerful conversation between the two indifferently, without a trace of expression on her face...

Xiang Ling didn't know that her future life would change dramatically because of the smiling young man in front of her.She only knows that she is like a drowning traveler catching a wisp of duckweed, and is overwhelmed by the women recorded in this travel book.

The autumn wind has already blown a pool of spring water...

But time is always short...

"Miss Xiangling, I'm leaving." Wedge paused, and finally said this sentence.

"Why? You are leaving in only three days! I still have a lot of questions to ask you. It has been my long-awaited wish to have a meeting with my husband. Recently, I was lucky enough to get my wish. Although three days are short, I will never forget them in my life! When?" Xiang Ling felt a little sad

"The world of mortals come and go, thousands of miles gather, and we have to say goodbye. If there is a fate, we will see each other, and if there is no fate, we will rest. Why should we be persistent?" Wedge shook his feather fan lightly. confused...

"Next autumn when the maple leaves are red, can I see you here again?" "Hehe... This is your book, and I wrote a poem for you. I also leave a name in the book, cherish it!! The world of mortals comes and goes, but Fuyun~haha..." Wedge laughed loudly, walked straight away, and disappeared into the depths of the maple forest.

"Xiang Ling, let's go back." Walking out of another clump of maple forests, Han Yancui walked out, waking up Xiang Ling who wanted to chase, and awakened the fans with a word. Xiang Ling remembered killing Sui Dao and thinking of his father who had been missing for many days. Wang, his face softened and then he returned to that expressionless look, "Sister Cui, let's go."

Move lightly, turn a thousand times in your heart, and then look back, Fenglin has disappeared into the vastness of the morning light.

How many nights I look at the moon, there is only one thought in my heart-don't forget the promise of maple red in the coming year.

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The author has something to say: As expected, you still have to be tired of writing~~~~~~~~