This voice has been heard for decades, and I thought I had forgotten it long ago, but when I heard it again after many years, it was still as fresh and clear as the first time I heard it yesterday.
It was as if he was standing at the mountain pass decades ago with a smile on his face. Even though he still had a few seniors and uncles, they could see him at a glance.
As if it was back then, when the mountains and rivers were vast and flowers were blooming everywhere, he picked a light purple orchid and called out: "Little sister."
As if it was still those days when the empty house was sitting dry, a light purple skirt would suddenly hang from the window on the beam, a flower fell on her head, and someone laughed, "Little junior sister, which one is more beautiful, the flower or me?"
As if it was the day when Murong Chou went up the mountain, she smiled because she finally became a senior sister. He stood by her side, looking at the jade tree facing the wind, the new tenth junior brother with deep eyes, and smiled meaningfully, "You two laughed , the look in the eyes is exactly the same."
Exactly the same, the same ambition and extravagant hope.
That loose and free man who is really more beautiful than a flower when he smiles, his glazed eyes are infinitely transparent because he is not involved in the world, in fact, he can see the darkest and most private hidden in the depths of his heart.
A word became a prophecy, people who were exactly the same finally walked together, she and Murong Choo stood side by side by the earth pit on the mountain behind the master's gate, looking at the corpses of the brothers and sisters, all under their feet.
Seeing him in the dirt pit, his face was pale, his face up to the sky, and in the scattered soil, there was a corner of his lips that seemed to be still smiling.
She had been thinking for years, what was he laughing at, at that time?
Laugh at yourself for misjudging someone?
Is this how the ending turned out to be?
Laughing at her, she doesn't know whether she is smart or stupid, for the sake of power, he gave up his sect, and for many years, the mountain has been independent, and the snow clothes can withstand the wind and cold?
When he and Murong Chou walked away, they couldn't help but look back.
One last look.
I can vaguely see his hand resting on the side of the pit, pale, with distinct knuckles, fingertips pointing in her direction.
It's hard to say whether to say goodbye or to stay.
Or at that time, he had no intention, and only she was left. After getting everything he wanted, he suddenly felt lonely at a high place, and his eyes were as cold as snow. Scenes of the past are captured and chewed, and deduced into countless questions, but the answers can never be found.
She trembled slightly, her heart was boiling like a boil, and she was about to spurt out.
That voice is close at hand, decades of separation, decades of farewell, how many years she has listened to his news, dare not approach him, but he seems to be avoiding her, traveling all over the world, occupying seven peaks , but far away from the snow-capped mountains and the surrounding land of a hundred miles, leaving her in the Four Seasons Valley amidst the white snow, facing a pool of clear water, halfway up the mountain and green cliffs, and purple purple flowers everywhere.
She didn't dare to raise her head and didn't dare to turn her head. When she lowered her head, she saw a face that was not beautiful but full of vitality. The eyes on that face were extremely bright, and she looked at her without fear. Suddenly I feel ashamed of myself - so youthful, so bold, so unrestrained, so...with a magnanimous face without any obstacles...
Then she remembered the phrase "Husband!"
This shocked her a bit, the woman in front of her was not beautiful enough, but young enough, Ziwei liked her? How old is the difference between the two? They don't look suitable at all... No, no, maybe in Ziwei's eyes, all women are more suitable than herself...
This thought flashed by, and then a burst of anger and murderous intent pierced out from the bottom of her heart. When she tightened her fingers, the nails shining with dark blue light tightened around Yelv Xunru's neck, and the nails immediately retracted. .
She heard Yelv Xunru's words, but she had no intention of holding her to confront Ziwei, why should she face Ziwei's choice? What qualifications does this woman have to be equal to her for Ziwei to choose? If you dare to say such a thing, go to death.
Or deep down, she didn't want to admit it herself, she was just afraid—afraid of facing Ziwei's choice, afraid that Ziwei would finally choose to save this woman and draw her sword at her.
It might as well end violently first.
"Crack." There was a crisp sound, and a dark blue nail flew out. Xu Pingran's expression changed, and he looked down at Yelv Xunru's neck in astonishment. There was a piece of iron covering her neck.
Yelv Xunru met her gaze, and smiled nonchalantly, "I knew you, an old hag, would strike if you caught someone. How about it, does my collar look good?" After speaking, he moved his neck. The rough iron sheet hung crookedly around her neck, and a gap was pierced by a fingernail. In Xu Pingran's eyes, it looked like a mocking expression, pressing coldly in front of her eyes.
She slowly took a breath, and said coldly: "Oh? Could it be that your iron skin can hang all over your body?" She moved her fingers slowly.
Someone behind him slowly took a breath, and said again: "Little Junior Sister."
This sound was clearer than the "Pingran" just now, and Xu Pingran trembled again, standing there for a while, turning around a thousand times.
Before, he had been facing his back, entangled with Yelu Xun, and refused to turn around. In the final analysis, he was afraid of seeing, afraid of seeing, and not daring to see. However, when he heard this little junior sister, his heart suddenly became hot, and it was still decades ago in a trance. Green cliffs and white clouds, buildings in the mountains, green years, beautiful couples, he came from the breeze and mist, with a touch of mountain clouds tied around his lavender clothes, he called out with a smile, "little sister."
She thought she would never hear about it again in this lifetime.
I don't want tonight to be behind me, so close, so far away.
Yelv Xunru had been staring at her closely, and now seeing her face was still as cold as ice, but her eyes were so turbulent, it was hard to describe in words, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
No matter how indifferent a person is, there is an untouchable place. It is the candlelight fluttering in the wind, the flowers in the ice and snow all over the sky, which are precious because they are easily extinguished.
Or maybe the original affection was never so deep, it was just the guilt year after year, which deepened and described that period of the past, and finally became out of print.
On the opposite side, Ziwei's face was sunken in the shadow of the tall tree, and he couldn't see any expression, but Yelv Xunru noticed sensitively that Master Ziwei's long, shining hair, which was always scattered, was simply pulled back today. , this pull, it lost the indistinguishable femininity and beauty of the past, and a little more heroic.
Even the purple unisex clothes that were always flowing and unrecognizable in the same style were also tied with a plain belt, but there were only two small changes. The evildoer with an ageless face suddenly returned to the past, the handsome young man in the thin clothes of misty rain and spring .
Even though he is laughing and laughing as usual at the moment, those evasions and changes also prove the positions of those in the past, like a fox song, a song is a lifetime.
Yelv Xunru turned his eyes away and saw his younger brother on the ground with a black face, he felt a little sadness in his heart—he only hated the hard-hearted, love in the world is suffering.
Xu Pingran finally turned around slowly.
While turning around, she threw Yelv Xunru away.
She didn't bother to hold anyone hostage, let alone hold hostage in front of him. She didn't want to see his gaze on any woman except her.
After decades, separated by life and death hatred, the two finally faced each other again.
Seeing Ziwei's face clearly, Xu Pingran couldn't help trembling slightly.
After so many years, he hasn't changed, he... hasn't changed!
For a moment, she wanted to raise her hand, touch her face, see if there were any wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and see if her skin had lost its luster. In front of that almost radiant face, she suddenly started to feel frightened, scared With his old age, he can no longer stand side by side with him.
Compared to her erratic gaze, Zi Wei has been scrutinizing her carefully. In front of her never-forgotten ex-lover, those laughing and laughing have all been put away, his face is calm and radiant, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised like glass. Moist eyes looked Xu Pingran up and down in a blink of an eye.
Then his eyes fell on the red streaks at the corners of Xu Pingran's eyes, the slightly bluish forehead amidst the snow-white, and the nails gleaming with blue light, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
It was actually Xu Pingran who greeted first, "Ziwei, are you here all right?"
Master Ziwei pulled the corners of his lips and bowed slightly, "How is Madam? But this old man thinks this sentence is nonsense. You can't be better than you."
The corner of Xu Pingran's mouth seemed to twitch for a moment, and then his expression remained steady, "The Venerable Master looks very good, he seems to be younger than this seat, he must be free and free, and the days of traveling around the world must be very leisurely."
"Of course." Master Ziwei smiled, "I have forgotten a lot of things. For so many years, I have lived by a single song, and my life has been confused and simple, or this is called a blessing in disguise."
"Oh?" Xu Pingran's cheeks twitched again, and he didn't ask what the song was, "The Venerable Master really seems to be living a very blessed life. His face is not old, and he is accompanied by a beautiful woman, although the beautiful woman is a bit ugly and blind again She has only one eye, but she is still a young woman, and her master's mentality shows that she is young and young."
"That's right." Before Venerable Ziwei could answer, Yelv Xunru said with a smile, "At least I'm only in my twenties. I don't need blood to nourish my face, I don't need human flesh to cover my chicken skin, and I don't need to wear white clothes when I'm old." Piao Piao treats herself as a fairy, and completely forgets the inhuman things she did back then."
Xu Pingran didn't even look at her, just looked at Ziwei coldly, "One eye can see but it can't see the whole thing, it's better to lose it all; if a mouth is long and doesn't speak human words, it's better to sew it up."
"Okay, as long as you can do it, I'm used to being blind anyway, and I feel tired if I'm not blind." It was Yelu Xunru who answered, smiling and pointing at Master Ziwei, "I'm not dead, look at this woman, she's affected by affectation Appetite, your vision was really bad before."
Master Ziwei frowned and stared at her, "Don't make trouble!"
Yelu Xunru smiled even more happily, and looked at Xu Pingran in a blink of an eye, and sure enough, the old woman's face turned from pale to blue.
No matter how long the old man has lived and lived, no matter how good his martial arts are, he is still just a man. Men don’t understand women’s dead spots and the mystery of intrigue. "Don't make trouble", enough for the arrogant suzerain's wife to overturn the vinegar pot in her heart.
Xu Pingran's face turned cold along with his voice, "What are you trying to do when you stop me today?"
"Of course they let them go." Master Ziwei sighed. In fact, he really wanted to say, kill Yelv Xunru! It's annoying!
"What if I don't let go?" Xu Pingran sneered.
"Let's have a fight." Master Ziwei smiled indifferently, "I just want to know whether the martial arts of the Snow Mountain Tianmen are really strong enough for Madam to obtain it at all costs."
"Of course it's worth it." Xu Pingran raised his chin.
"That's right." Master Ziwei glanced at her forehead, eyes and fingers, and smiled meaningfully, "At least in Kunlun Palace, there is absolutely no such overbearing kung fu as you are practicing now."
Xu Pingran couldn't help trembling again.
he knows...
Thinking of the consequences of practicing that exercise, thinking that maybe after this day, some of the most precious things will slowly pass away, maybe not long after, she will no longer be able to see him with today's icy face, she suddenly felt disheartened.
Master Ziwei pondered, "No more harm?"
"As long as they don't take the initiative."
"How long do you want me to stay?"
"Before I chase you away."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
"None of us can kill anyone easily."
"…good."
A faint smile spread across Xu Pingran's eyes—but he never forgot when he saw me. You can't bear to leave me after all.
A pair of arms suddenly embraced her affectionately, and an annoying voice whispered in her ear: "Okay, we husband and wife will stay with you together."
Xu Pingran turned his head in astonishment, and saw Yelv Xunru who was smiling sweetly.
The suzerain's wife, who had almost cultivated the nature of ice and snow, only felt angry in her heart, puffed up with a bang, wishing to slap this **** to death with her palm.
Before he raised his hand, Yelv Xunru smiled and said, "As long as I don't take the initiative to attack, you won't hurt me, Madam Suzerain, keep your word. Do you want to live up to your words in front of your former senior brother?"
Xu Pingran's hand rested on her chest, trembling slightly, she could have killed this **** with a single palm, but Ziwei would never allow it, at the moment her chest was churning with qi and blood, and she was so depressed, it was obvious that Yeluqi's hands and feet had been done earlier It has already worked, she is not sure of defeating Ziwei, and she does not want to fight him at this time.
The past is turbulent, the world is lonely, her heart is so empty, and the wind of the mountains and rivers is mighty. At this moment, she only hopes that the reunited person after a long time will stay, and she does not want to tear the wound again.
With a shake of his hand, he shook off Yelu Xunru. Yelv Xunru was not angry either, he smiled and went to help Yeluqi, and Ji Wen also limped around Xu Pingran, Yeluqi's brows were black and blue, he managed to open his eyes, and smiled at the two women.
Yelv Xunru also smiled at him, and asked Xu Pingran, "Hey, my husband and wife are friends with you as guests, and my brother's poison has been cured?"
Xu Pingran didn't look at her, he was afraid that he would make a move, he said coldly: "The poison of the corpse is botulism, there is no cure for it." He threw out a pill and said, "You can live for a few more days."
Taking advantage of the situation, she glanced at Yeluqi again, Yeluqi's torn clothes were all black, with no trace of red at all, she laughed secretly that she was really distracted and dazzled.
Yelv Xunru picked up the pill, stared at her, confirmed that the proud woman was not lying, and then looked at Ziwei, Ziwei rarely frowned.
She was stunned for a while, patted Ji Wen, and said, "Good girl, please help me."
Ji Wen was very polite to her, with a bit of reverence in her eyes, and said, "Say it."
"Take him to Jing Hengbo." Yelu Xun said in a desolate manner, "I know it's hard for you, but if he really wants to die, I hope he dies by the side of the person he wants to see."
Ji Wen stared at her blankly, she didn't look too shocked, but she was surprised why this woman didn't cry or make trouble, didn't pester Ziwei for a way to save her younger brother, and why she was so indifferent to matters of life and death.
If Yeluxun doesn't explain, how can she value life and death for a person who has struggled on the verge of life and death all his life?
Yeluqi held her hand tightly. Although he couldn't speak, his eyes were full of dissuasion. Yeluxun smiled and whispered in his ear: "Go to Jing Hengbo, most likely she and Gong Yin Together, Gong Yin and Xue Shan have been related and have been enemies for many years, so he might not be able to find a solution...Don't worry." Her smile suddenly turned ferocious, and her white teeth showed, "I follow Xu Pingran, not because of jealousy. Stay Looking at her, to Lao Bushi, to you, to Jing Hengbo, it will be a scourge after all... Wait, wait until I kill her."
The last sentence said with a smile, his eyes were shining, and his voice was so soft that Ji Wen on the side couldn't hear it, but suddenly he felt cold all over, his hair stood on end, and he shivered.
But Yeluqi didn't seem to listen, he just held onto his sister's hand tightly, exerting force, the strength of each finger was full of reluctance.
Yeluxun smiled, slowly, one by one, and without hesitation, opened his younger brother's fingers, but suddenly scratched his palm, giggled, turned around and left.
Over there, Xu Pingran kept raising her head with her hands behind her back, without even looking at them. The veins on her hand showed that her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
No one knew that the murderous oath echoed in her heart at this moment.
"I must get you back."
"If anyone provokes, kill him!"
…
There are difficult figures winding on the mountain road.
Supported by a crutch, Ji Wen moved forward step by step with Yeluqi on her back.
She thought about turning over this mountain and finding her own guards, so that she could **** Yeluqi to find Her Majesty the Queen.
On her back, Yeluqi closed his eyes slightly. After taking the medicine, the blackness on his face disappeared a little, but the greenness between his brows did not dissipate. What he was thinking about was seeing Jing Hengbo, so that he could share the information he got about Xu Pingran with her. The stronger the Madame of the Snow Mountain Suzerain is now, the closer she will be to madness and perdition.
A white shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and Ji Min stepped back vigilantly, first protecting Yeluqi on her body.
When the white shadow fell to the ground, Yeluqi recognized that it was the third young master.
The white-clothed young man's face became paler and his face was rather haggard. He threw out a paper scroll and said, "I know a small part of the steps of the exercises Madam practiced... Take a look, maybe there is a way."
Yeluqi stared at the scroll, his eyes fluctuated, and said for a while, "You are betraying the sect."
A dazed and cold look flashed across Yelutan's eyes, he didn't speak, and turned around to look at the mist steaming behind the mountain.
Suddenly a roar pierced through the mountains and pierced everyone's eardrums.
The three of them looked at each other, and they all recognized that the voice belonged to Xu Pingran.
How could this madam with a heart of ice and snow make such an out-of-control voice?
Was it stimulated by Yelv Xunru?
But how long have they been gone?
Yelutan stared in that direction for a long time, and for a moment, the bewildered haze between his brows gradually faded away, replaced by the shining light in his eyes.
He said: "I have been in the snow-capped mountains for many years. What I saw was snow, ice, fellow disciples who never showed any expression, and family rules that were stricter than rocks. Many years later, I met her again. I saw rebellion and unruly in her." , Fearless and calm. For the first half of my life, I lived for the family and Tianmen, and for the second half of my life, I suddenly wanted to try another way of living."
His back disappeared on the mountain road.
Yeluqi and Ji Wen stared at his back and remained silent for a long time.
Yes.
In our whole life, we have all come here in such a muddle, and then on a certain day, at a certain moment, we suddenly met that person.
Then, I want to live again.
Even if it is because of this, life is cut short and collapsed halfway.
…
Gong Yin's roar echoed in the inn yard.
This sound really scared everyone in the Long Ying family - is this Gong Yin's voice? How could he yell like that?
The disciples rushed out, but were dragged back one by one by the experienced Long Zhai at the door—one heard that the Patriarch was safe and sound, but encountered a very embarrassing thing, was he running over at this time, was he trying to get into trouble?
It has to be said that the wise elders of the Long family not only saved Gong Yin's face, but also saved the safety of his children...
After yelling that voice, Gong Yin didn't chase him out. On the one hand, he hadn't put on his clothes yet, and on the other hand, Jing Hengbo lifted his pants and left. No one in this world can catch up.
Moreover, when Gong Yin yelled, his anger surged, his true energy was aroused, and he suddenly went astray, so he had to restrain his mind and adjust his breath first.
The zhenqi in his body was rampant, touching the legacy of his self-imprisonment deep in the dantian, and he was about to carefully pull it out by gravity, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
The black flow that could be felt by inner vision, the cancerous tumor that he could not reduce and disappear with all his efforts, could only shrink more and more tightly into a ball, seemed to be a little smaller.
Experts can look inside, but the so-called inside look is just a perception, the change is extremely slight, and he can't be sure.
He mobilized his true energy, and cautiously headed towards the cancerous tumor. Before he entered much, he was forced away by the rebounding poisonous force. However, the moment he was forced away, he felt that there seemed to be something else in the mass of black air. thing.
Like light, like jade, like a gap, a little white in the darkness, a place suddenly enlightened.
Before the end of the investigation, the turbulent poison of the counterattack made him have to withdraw his true power again, but this week's breath adjustment, he seemed to know something.
There won't be anything extra in the body for no reason, and it's not just any random thing that can cure his old diseases.
Who gave it? when? How did you give it?
He lowered his eyes and slowly picked up the thin quilt on his lap.
On the light red brocade, there is a faint fragrance, lingering and lingering, it is her fragrance.