The wind of the thunderbolt

"You have worked very hard to build the fortifications in the past few days. Tonight, I will hold a banquet in the Jianwu Palace alone to reward you and express your heart." King Jianwu raised his wine glass and signaled to the ministers—"All you want."

Sitting next to King Jianwu, Xiang Ling watched the bustling crowd under the table, the hard-working performance of singer and maiko—and the accompaniment of the best luthier on Killing Broken Island.But he felt that he didn't know how to eat, so he absent-mindedly abused the delicacies on the plate with chopsticks.The sound of the piano is comparable to the sounds of nature - but not as much as Feng Qing~!

King Jian Wu looked at this little girl who had rarely seen a smile since returning to the country, and sighed in his heart: It's all a misunderstanding of love~ In the past few days, because of this little girl's guidance in the court, many people who were originally troubled by killing Broken Island The problem of evolution is easily solved.Maybe a long time ago, his little sister already had this amazing talent, but she was not brave enough at that time!Alas~!Maybe I was really too busy with political affairs and neglected... I stopped looking at Xiang Ling, and turned to look at the courtiers present.The courtiers were talking in twos and threes, whether it was politics, or military affairs, or——this Her Royal Highness, who has been in the limelight these days, also had a few strands of meaningful eyes lingering on Xiang Ling, but she was caught in her personal world. Just didn't notice it.King Jian Wu snickered from the bottom of his heart, as expected, he was indeed the most beautiful existence in the Four Chess world.Wherever you go, you can arouse a man's plundering and possessive heart.Xiang Ling probably doesn't know that his absent-minded appearance has been branded in the hearts of some people present.

"Little sister, you are 320 years old this year..." King Jian Wu said with a hint of interest.

In this world, a woman is considered an adult at the age of 15 and can marry. People aged 15 to 1000 are youths, with an average life expectancy of about 300 years.Xiangling has been sealed by stone for 300 years, and now she can be regarded as an older woman waiting to be married, but the 20-year sealing state keeps Xiangling's body in a growing state.It is still the figure of the [-]-year-old, but now the soul has returned to the body, and it is even more beautiful.

"Ah?" Xiang Ling suddenly regained his senses and looked at King Jian Wu, a little at a loss.

"Gu is thinking, Gu's sister Wang is born with such a celestial appearance, what kind of man in the world can be matched? Why don't you choose someone who is old and young? How about going to a martial arts competition for Gu's sister to recruit relatives?"

"Heh" Xiang Ling covered her mouth and snickered.

Sure enough, it was Bai Meisheng with a slight smile, and Xiang Ling's casual smile, which made a few hearts secretly paying attention to this discussion-fall.

"Brother Wang, don't worry about your sister, take care of yourself first!" Xiang Ling smiled deeply, making King Jian Wu's back numb.

"Seeing that sister Wang is back, this is the first time I've laughed." King Jianwu's hand held Xiang Ling quietly, conveying a warm force. "Gu knows what Wang Mei wants. It's just that fate tricks people." King Jian Wu leaned down and whispered in Xiang Ling's ear: "Wait another ten days! When you're done with your work, the 'Galaxy "Lianzhu" plan, big brother will give you half a month to do what you want to do, only half a month! After that, you will spend your whole life killing Broken Island, remember - don't forget the way home when you are too playful."

Hearing the great news this day, Xiang Ling almost jumped up with joy, and even became motivated for the next few days!His body was also swept away, and he became refreshed.

I'm coming back, wait for me...

so tired.

very tired.

Nanfeng Bujing was at a loss for what to do because of this exhaustion.

What is the purpose of staying here?

It has been nineteen days,

Why is Lingqing still in the future?

Is it stumbling over something else?

Is it because you don't want to see me?

Nanfeng Bujing curled up on the boulder.

Isolate yourself from the world.

"Fool, you actually did this for her." The sound of footsteps from far to near, the deep voice echoed on the strange road of no return.

The voice was very unfamiliar but with a hint of familiarity, Nan Feng Bujing opened his eyes and looked at the figure walking in the forest.

"It's you..." For a while, Nanfeng Bujing couldn't find how to address the person in front of him—the old man who gave him the fragrance of tea for a while.

"The old man has not cared about Jianghu affairs for a long time. Recently, he occasionally came out to relax. He heard that you challenged the world, so he wanted to come to know more about it."

Nanfeng Bujing jumped off the boulder, looked at this figure with good intentions, and told him the twists and turns in his heart like a ghost.

"So that's how it is." The sighing old man shook his head: "Ha! It's like me back then. This scene is like a repeat of the story, but this time I don't want to see you go my old way again." Open the tape He handed a pot of Huadiao wine to Nanfeng Bujing, and the old man picked up another pot and drank it himself, "Ha! Every time I drink this wine, it always has a hint of sadness. I don't know if it is the sadness of this wine. Infected me, or my sorrow permeates this wine."

It is said that whenever a daughter is born in Jiangnan, a jar of wine will be buried, and when the daughter is married, it will be taken out to entertain the guests at the wedding banquet. This wine is the famous "Nv Nu Hong".But if the daughter dies before getting married, the wine will be taken out, but this wine is called Huadiao, and the flowers—withered.This wine signifies sadness.

Nanfeng Bujing took a sip of the wine, it actually suited his mood, he picked up the remaining jar and drank it down without thinking too much.

"Back then, she also wanted to belong to her. I tried my best to force her, and even made a big mistake. She ran away from her hometown and refused to see me again for the rest of her life. This is the regret of my life." The old man murmured to himself. , looking back at the past years, with a ray of happiness and unspeakable pain on his face.

Hearing the phrase 'I won't see you again for the rest of my life', Nanfeng Bujing suddenly felt pain in his heart, "I don't know how long I have to wait for her, my heart is so tired."

"Tired? Naturally, a lover is the most tiring thing in the world, ha! I spent most of my life forgetting her...but I found that I remembered her better!" The old man took another sip of wine, "Follow me to wash How about the Sword Villa? Let me, Xuesheng Xijian, tailor-make a shocking world-famous sword for you."

Nanfeng Bujing's eyes widened in an instant - Xuesheng Xijian, the owner of Xijian Villa, a world-class sword master and swordsmith.Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this unattractive and kind old man in front of him, who didn't know what to say for a while.

"I still want to go back to the places where I met her. It makes me feel that she is still there. Even though—it has been more than 300 years, she is still there, in my heart." The old man stood up, ready to leave: "Ten days later I will Will come again, take your time to think about it."

Looking at the departing figure, Nanfeng Bujing recalled the stories about Su Huanzhen, One Page Book, Three Teachings Xiantian, and Xue Sheng's washing sword that he had heard many times since he was a child.

Xuesheng Xijian was not originally called Xuesheng Xijian, but his real name has long been forgotten by posterity.Because the person he loves avoids seeing him, one person and one sword wiped out the rivers and lakes with blood, the woman finally appeared and had a conversation with him overnight, and overnight, Xue Sheng washed his sword and sealed it from then on, avoiding the martial arts to establish this indisputable world Xijian Villa.

Xue Sheng—I hope that this filthy life will be as innocent as snow before death.

Washing the sword—is to wash away the endless blood stained on the sword.

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