Su Jing didn't want Bailian to leave here.
She also wanted to see the spring breeze blowing next year and flying kites all over the mountain. When his birthday came, she would also take him down the mountain to see the snow and fireworks all over the city.
Li Bansheng smiled and touched her head and said: "Then hold him well. Even if he is bitten, you must hold him well, because as long as you hold him in the palm of your hand, he will not be someone else." of."
The confusion in Su Jing's eyes disappeared and she nodded seriously.
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Beside the snow cliff, the wind is fierce and the cold snow is falling.
Balian sat lazily on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling back and forth in front of the abyss. His clothes were swept open by the strong wind, and his loose clothes and blood-stained bandages were hunted in the wind and snow. dance.
He looked deeply at the snowy scenery in the distance, his sight cast far away.
"Have you still decided to leave Taixuan?"
Behind Balian, the fire lotus bloomed, and Su Guanhai walked gracefully and gracefully on the fire lotus, looking at Bailian's back with loving and gentle eyes.
Balian nodded and responded without turning around: "Thank you to Uncle Su for taking care of me all these years. Bailian accepted Uncle Su's kindness."
Su Guanhai imitated his movements and sat lazily on the edge of the snow cliff, her legs swaying to the rhythm of his legs.
With a sly smile on his face, he said: "Otherwise, I'll take it both physically and mentally. I know that Su Jing's child is not as good-looking as the Yin family girl, and I have wronged you, but my child really likes you." .
As a father, to be selfish, I want my children to be happy. "
Bai Lian looked sideways at Su Guanhai's charming face and said seriously:
"I'm sorry, I have already made an agreement with someone before this. Once a heart is filled with one person, it will be difficult to give it up to another person.
Su Jing is very good, regardless of appearance. I like her very much, but it is not the kind of love between men and women. "
Su Guanhai's originally dazzling eyes suddenly dimmed.
Gugu...gugu...
In the sky above the snow cliff, a white homing pigeon hovered down.
Bailian's eyes moved slightly and he stretched out his arm towards the carrier pigeon.
A pigeon that can soar to Nanze Mountain is certainly an unusual homing pigeon.
Balian followed his usual habit and scratched the pigeon's chin before beginning to untie the pigeon's valve.
There are only four short words in the letter:
'I'm happy. '
She once said that if she succeeded in breaking the mirror, her father would let her go down the mountain freely.
The bet that Zheng Siyan mentioned yesterday said that if she broke the mirror before her, her direct bet with him would be void.
Balian was stunned for half a cup of tea before he realized what had happened.
Kaiyuan?
How long has it been since she broke the Eighth Stage Mirror?
Balian was full of confidence in her, but he never expected that Miss Baozi would actually create amazing miracles.
From yesterday to today, the possibility of Zheng Siyan's breakthrough is slim.
And the purpose of her sending the letter here is very simple, which is to tell her that she has won and can go down the mountain to find him.
Su Guanhai disappeared from his side at some point.
He was the only one left in the entire snow cliff.
Balian carefully collected the letter, put it into his most precious Suzaku Qiankun bag, and put it away together with the previous letters.
He did not return to Youyuan and sat on the snow cliff all night.
At dawn, he straightened his loose robes, rearranged the clothes that had been blown away by the cold wind, tied his belt, and tied up his hair.
After tidying up everything meticulously, I turned around and went down the mountain.
At the same time, a girl wearing green clothes was slowly entering the mountain along the mountain path of Nanze Mountain in the direction of Bailian.
The frost and snow oppressed the grass. A few stubborn and tender weeds could occasionally be seen sprouting through the snow in the white snowy landscape.
After a sleepless night, the fresh smell of frozen snow in the early morning was inhaled into the chest along with the breath, and the sleepiness that was still a little hazy could not help but become clearer.
Zhuo Zhuo Tong Mountain in the north had been buried under heavy snow. When Bai Lian walked to the secluded Nan Mountain, his steps had stopped.
The heavy snow has stopped, and in the cold snow scene in the middle of winter, there is a faint and faint scent of flowers drifting along the stream and river.
The taste was very light, as light as the dusk in the morning, but the taste was extremely deep and profound in Paragon's heart.
During the cold season, a shallow layer of ice forms on the surface of rivers in mountain streams.
Under the impact of the rapid river water, the shallow ice broke and collided. In the river water, the ice and water merged and collided, intertwining a natural and pleasant sound of the spring water clanging against the rocks.
On the opposite side of the meandering river amid the misty mountain scenery, a girl in green clothes stands gracefully in the wind, with wide sleeves fluttering like an immortal in a painting.
Across the mountain fog and the mist rising from the river, the girl's eyes are very blurry and misty, giving people the feeling that they will drift away in the wind at any time.
Even though she couldn't see her features clearly, Balian knew that she must be looking at him quietly from that side at this moment.
The mountain breeze is silent and the flowing clouds are silent.
Her long black hair was fluttering in the wind like three thousand weak water, and her green shirt fluttered with it. The girl had grown much taller than when they parted two years ago.
The figure is still youthful, as light as a plum, and innocent.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
Traveling back from it, you will find yourself in the middle of the water...
She is his lover, on the other side of the water.
Although the river is wide and long, it cannot be an obstacle for the two of them.
Even though he knew that the man couldn't see it, Bailian still smiled at her and stepped forward towards the river.
The clear river water clearly reflected the ring of fire on the soles of the white boots, and the calm water surface was gently shaken to create circle ripples.
Beautiful mountains and clear waters, full of vitality.
As if aware of his movements, the girl on the other side of the river trembled slightly, and then an ethereal voice sounded melodiously, refreshing like the music of a mountain stream.
But what she said was chilling to the bone and soul: "I'm getting married, come here and tell you."
The sky is high and the sky is high, everything will pass away...
His steps paused, and the warm flames wrapped around the uppers of his boots seemed to be extinguished by something cold.
Balian clenched his fists hard, and the pain from his nails digging deeply into his flesh told him, breaking his illusion that this was an unrealistic nightmare.
Everything is true...
There was no explosion in my mind, no uproar and boiling.
Balian looked very calm at this moment, so calm that he himself felt a little incredible.
He lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the water. The handsome young man's face seemed to have been drained of blood, and it certainly did not look like the face of a living person.
"Why? Aren't you... already Kaiyuan?" The forest was quiet, and his voice was slightly trembling.
There was silence for a long time, until a black crow squawked twice, breaking the silence.
Then she slowly spoke again: "Yes, I am lucky, I won the bet.
But I married Zheng Siyan not because of this bet, but because I wanted to win.
And it was because of the constraints of this bet that she was forced to marry him. "
The person she wants to marry is Zheng Siyan!
Balian didn't know how to ignite the anger in his heart. Only ashes were left, and how could the ashes burn again.
Give your heart and trust without reservation, thinking that the other person will treasure it forever.
But in the end...that heart was already lost somewhere.
Balian felt that he was like a lonely and humble dust in the world at this moment. For two years, he could not even pry into the true heart of the person in his heart.
That day, he told Zheng Siyan that she would not lose because he believed in her.
Now, she won, won cleanly and beautifully.
However, he lost and lost everything.
Balian's tightened fists slowly loosened, and he looked at her again, his clear eyes filled with a grayish color, and he said, "What are your difficulties?"
Her voice came from afar patiently, as calm as water: "No, this is because I can't help you. It's just that I was too young and couldn't recognize my sincerity.
As a practitioner, strength is respected. Bailian, you are too weak. You can't even protect yourself, let alone others, so... let's stop here. "
The shallow sentence ends here, without any reason.
The morning fog became thicker and lighter, and the beautiful and ethereal figure of the girl could no longer be seen in the mountain fog.
Balian watched the morning fog clearing and heavy snow drifting from the sky.
The wind and snow were howling, and Balian's entire world was as pale and feeble as this world in pure snow.
He stepped out, and his long boots without the fire magic magic stepped into the river. His whole body was submerged into the cold river water, and he slowly fell into silence.
No struggle, no resistance.
My heart is as gray as death, and I can't help it.
The wound was immersed in cold water and began to hurt again.
He sank deeper and deeper, his back touching the soft river mud, and his clear vision gradually became dark and blurred due to the cold suffocation.
Until the revolving door came up and his life was about to come to an end, his eyes that were slowly closing suddenly opened wide, he spit out the last string of bubbles from his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were suddenly tightened, and he was dragged out of the water.
Su Jing was soaked all over, her trembling hands tightly tightened his collar, her head lowered, her eyes were indescribably cold and cold, and her face was as ugly as ever.
"Who asked you to make your own decisions and seek death!"
Balian tilted his head, his empty eyes gradually regained their brightness, and he murmured: "I want to go down the mountain..."
Su Jing pulled his collar tighter. Seeing his appearance, her dark eyes seemed to be filled with blurred pain, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't allow you to go down the mountain!"
Balian repeated stubbornly: "I want to go down the mountain..."
He would not give up until he witnessed the last moment of the wedding.
Su Jing's eyes gradually turned red: "I don't allow it!"
"Hey, isn't this Su Jing and the new junior brother?"
The disciples in the mountains who were practicing in the morning came together with Dao swords on their backs.
The leader is none other than Wen Yu.
He looked at the two people who were soaked with teasing eyes, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with cold revenge.
Someone behind saw Su Jing's red and fierce eyes, and felt terrified, and then said: "Senior Brother Wen, it's better not to provoke Su Jing casually. She seems to be in a bad state at the moment. If she is offended, everyone will be afraid. They all have to suffer.”
Of course Wen Yu knew that Su Jing was in something wrong at the moment, but he remembered the adult's instructions.
He sneered in his heart, but instead of deliberately avoiding Su Jing's cold gaze, he sneered: "Junior brothers, you may not know that our junior sister Su Jing is about to get married."
Balian's eyes moved slightly, and he began to struggle under Su Jing's hand. He waved away the hand on his collar and ran down the mountain.
"What? Su Jing is getting married? Brother Wen, please stop joking. She is a lunatic who bites anyone she catches. Who dares to marry her?"
"Senior Brother Wen, can you please stop saying such horrible things so early in the morning? With Su Jing's skinny appearance, she doesn't even look like a woman at all. How can anyone like her?"
Wen Yu looked at Bai Lian's back mockingly, pointed at him with his chin and said, "Why not? Didn't that kid enter my mountain gate through the back door? In this world, there is no such thing as pie in the sky."
Immediately, some female disciples exclaimed and covered their lips, but their eyes looked at Bai Lian with excitement and playfulness, and laughed: "I see, it's no wonder that the sect master dotes on that kid and treats him like a nephew. It turns out that's not the case. Treat him not as a nephew, but as a son-in-law."
The word "brother-in-law" is very clear and serious, and its vicious intentions cannot be said to be unimportant.
"Hahaha, junior sister is right. It is this boy's luck to be favored by Su Jing!"
Low sarcasm, ridicule, and mocking voices sounded from behind.
Su Jing couldn't hear a word, and she didn't want to hear it either.
Balian stumbled and tried to run down the mountain, but Su Jing refused to let him go. She chased after him and dragged Balian up the mountain.
The crowd immediately booed and laughed: "The ugly daughter-in-law will catch the husband who escaped from marriage, the ugly daughter-in-law will catch the husband who escaped from marriage..."
Bailian's strength was far inferior to that of Su Jing. At this moment, Su Jing was forced up and dragged him all the way to the snow cliff at the top of the mountain.
His clothes were torn, the bandages were scattered, the wounds that had not yet healed were torn, and blood was dragged all the way.
In the pure white snow, it is extremely bloody and poignant.
"Bang!!!"
Balian was thrown heavily on the edge of the snow cliff. His fair and handsome face was covered with mud, and his skin was scratched by the rough rocks. There were crystal beads of blood in the depths.
He was lying on the snow. Not far away from the steep mountain was the bottomless abyss. He could vaguely hear the rushing water in the abyss, the roaring waves, and frantically beating the rocks.
Balian raised his face slightly in the direction of the abyss, and the biting cliff wind hit his face, which made his impetuous heart calm down a bit.
"Ajing, you've passed." A soft and ethereal female voice sounded along the mountain wind, and Li Bansheng came whirling over, his elegance still the same.
Her eyes were always as gentle as water, looking at Balian on the ground with a hint of apology and pity, and reaching out to help him with concern.
Balian did not hold the soft and white palm. He got up from the ground, gathered his clothes, and watched the palm silently take a few steps back.
Wow…
Just a few steps away brought him to the edge of the snow cliff, where he stepped on countless fine snow and gravel.
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