The old man is dead. The busy row of punting boats can no longer be seen at the ferry. Households in several nearby villages raised some money to hold a crude funeral for this old ferryman whose name was not even known. Gui Liu and the female swordsman of Bai Huizong also participated in the ceremony.
The tombstone had no words. At first, Gui Liu wanted to write an epitaph for it, but was silently stopped by the female swordsman of Bai Huizong. Soon Gui Liu himself figured out that he was not even Zhao Bingnie's disciple, let alone a talented person. Having met this old man for the first time, what qualifications do you have to write an epitaph?
Because the funeral was careless, many steps were saved and only one day was wasted. It should be said that after crossing the river, you can reach the border by walking on the mountain trails for a few days. But the problem is that Guiliu no longer has the skinny horse next to him, so he can only rely on his feet, so it is better not to cross the river this time. , I simply lost all my money.
Time has been wasted along the way, and the situation is so bad now. It can be said that Gui Liu is in a very bad mood. It is not anger or sadness, but a feeling of confusion. The various resistances encountered along the way seemed like God's will, like destiny, like fate was over, like a voice kept saying to the man: "Give up, you can't have her again."
So this young man, who was looking around at a loss, didn't know where to go, so he could only stop.
The female swordsman of Bai Huizong was obviously very interested in him, but she was ignored several times when he tried to talk to him, and in a fit of anger she wanted to drive away with her sword.
Just when Bai Huizong's female swordsman stepped heavily on the sword, the man's eyes suddenly lit up and his tone suddenly became warm, "Where is this female swordsman going? Can you give me a ride?"
The belated affection is cheaper than grass. The female swordsman of Bai Huizong sneered and was about to take off with her sword, but the man refused to give up and grabbed her wrist fiercely, saying anxiously, "Go to the border? Take me with you!"
The female sword cultivator threw out a burst of sword energy without hesitation, sending the man flying away.
In the process, the man's face was scratched by a branch, which actually destroyed a lifelike face, revealing his true face.
The man got up in embarrassment, uncovered the torn face, and looked helplessly at the domineering female swordsman not far away.
Is it possible that this is just a beauty trick?
While those golden phoenix eyes were looking at him, the female swordsman narrowed her eyes and looked at the hidden guy in front of her.
In the end, the two seemed to reconcile. The female swordsman took the lead and asked loudly: "I want to go to the border, but why should I take you?"
Gui Liu pondered for a moment and replied loudly: "I am the crown prince of the Dajing Dynasty. I can give you whatever you want."
In this situation, we can only be honest with each other.
Unexpectedly, the female swordsman held the sword with both hands and said with a smile: "I know your identity."
Guiliu was stunned, "Do you know me?"
"I didn't recognize it at first, but I recognized it after I tore it off." The female swordsman held the sword across her chest and slowly pulled it out, and the sword energy rippled in an instant.
"The famous sword Xitian, the sword worn by Bai Huizong as the ancestor, ranks fourth in the Xian family's sword manual."
The female swordsman's temples flew up and she said softly: "It's also your mother's sword."
The breeze between heaven and earth was blowing, and Gui Liu was silent for a long time, "So you went down the mountain to visit the secular dynasty, because you want to see what kind of fireworks in the world can make my mother insist on leaving the fairy family, and be willing to live in trivial matters, and to be prosperous every year."
The female swordsman nodded and said, "Not bad."
"Then have you seen my mother?"
"I have seen it, after the war in Green Belt City ended." The female sword cultivator looked emotional and said softly: "She is still so gentle, telling me that the avenue pursued by the monks of the Xian family is not the real avenue. Find the reason for pursuing the avenue, that is The real avenue. She said that her avenue is home, and it also made me think about the purpose of practicing swordsmanship, and what is the purpose of becoming an immortal?"
"But before this meeting, I stood on the city wall and saw you breaking more than two thousand armors per person, and then I saw you Wenjian Zhao Bingnie, so I was deeply impressed by you."
Guiliu asked: "The reason why you showed up in Greenbelt City is because you wanted to kill that sneaky thing with your sword, right?"
The female swordsman said humbly: "Wang Huaqing severely injured him at the cost of his life. A generation of Fu Lu Grandmaster cannot die in vain. I was already prepared to die, but I didn't expect that in the end I ended up being a bystander from beginning to end. "
Gui Liu nodded and said: "There are thousands of cultivators from the Immortal Family, but Bai Huizong is the only one who can be called an Immortal Hero. I have always been disgusted with the arrogant and arrogant Xian Family monks who look at the world with cold eyes. Only Bai Huizong, although I have never met him, has always cherished my feelings. Have a good impression."
The female swordsman smiled and said, "The flattery is so natural, which shows that he has the skill to deceive women. He is truly the greatest playboy in the world."
Guiliu said with a smile: "Who can tell the difference between truth and lies? I think, therefore I am. The truth can be heard as lies, but why can't lies be treated as truth? If you have to compare money and money, you will be troubled."
The female swordsman approached him and looked up at the man who was slightly taller than her. She could even vaguely see herself in his golden eyes.
"Brother Bai Huizong, Huang Ru."
"The prince of the Dajing Dynasty, Guiliu."
The two shook hands and then put them down.
"Where to go?"
Huang Ru asked this, it was obvious that she and this man were not on the same page.
Guiliu said without hesitation: "Dafeng Dynasty, all you need to do is send me to the border."
Huang Ru gave him a roll of her eyes, "You're really welcome."
Guiliu was indeed not polite at all, and took the initiative to set foot on the famous sword Xitian.
"I wield the sword very quickly, so be careful not to fall."
In an instant, the two of them stood up from the ground and flew across the thick clouds to the sea of clouds.
But the man's first thought was: "Not as fast as Wang Si in wielding a sword."
It would be great if the woman in front of me was her.
But if it were her, she probably wouldn't be as elegant as this female swordsman with her hands attached to her back. She can only stand quietly, holding the white cat in her hands in front of her chest. Just the sight of her back makes people want to hug it.
The female swordsman was afraid that he would fall, so she deliberately slowed down the speed of wielding the sword, but she was still worried. However, when she turned around, she saw the man's face covered with tears, silently.
A man's tears are definitely not like a woman's tears. Every tear is actually a deep and profound word. Along the way, she had seen farm men guarding the sick bed, tears dripping on their slumped arms; an old man took his last breath and dreamed back to the season of plum blossoms blooming in Lingnan, but with tears in his eyes he said: "This is where I feel at ease." Township."
So why is this man crying silently? A man who enjoys all the glory and wealth in the world will not suffer any worldly disaster. Could it be that his heart was broken by a certain woman?
The female swordsman Huang Ru has traveled through secular dynasties for several years, and she is most aware of the fact that love is difficult for anyone. Everyone has only one heart, and there is no way to win other people's hearts. In other words, if someone doesn't love you, no matter what you do, it will be in vain. If you don't get it, you won't get it.
Huang Ru sighed softly, love is like a quagmire, it is difficult to get out of it if it gets stuck a little. Looking at all the things in the world, it only strengthened her Taoist heart.
It's just that she hasn't found the truly meaningful "road" that Qin Fang mentioned.
The imperial palace in the capital is a cold and damp basement. In the center is a willow coffin. Lying peacefully inside is the dead Gei Liu.
It was the imperial master who used secret techniques to preserve the body, but as for the purpose, there was no way of knowing, not even Qin Fang knew about it.
The little child took a step forward and appeared in a pavilion again, where he had a long confrontation with the person sitting there.
He had a pair of purple-gold eyes, with penetrating eyes, and he could tell at the first glance that there was actually the charming woman under the clear skin.
But for some unknown reason, he never revealed this shocking secret. From this perspective, he had betrayed Queen Qin Fang.
Hu Meizi's heart tightened, knowing that the person coming was not good, so she imitated Gui Qing's cold tone and said, "What's the matter with the Imperial Master?"
"I just happened to be passing by." The little child smiled and looked out of the pavilion. What came into view was the endless reed swamp.
It turns out that this is not the palace, but Yangyue Lake outside the capital.
There was no one around, so it was obvious that Hu Meizi had sneaked out on her own.
Therefore, the little child's "happening to pass by" was actually to ensure her safety.
"The Imperial Master can leave if you have nothing to do." Gui Qing said expressionlessly.
"Okay." The little child responded with a smile. He stepped out of the pavilion and disappeared instantly. However, deep in the dense reed marsh, several more corpses suddenly appeared.
Hu Meizi held her chin in her hands, looking at the calm lake in the distance, her expression slowly became gentle.
Here, she and she were sailing on a snowy night. After getting drunk, they looked up at the falling snow from the bow of the ship.
That night, she saw an expression she had never shown before. It was sadness, exhaustion, and confusion.
Her eyes never left the gray reeds. Even if she never said it, Hu Meizi knew that the heavy snow in the sky was not as white as the white hair. She was sad and distressed for that man.
Even if Hu Meizi is biased, she must openly admit that she was the one who forced a man to give up his heart and leave his hometown for the first time.
So when a man gives up his heart and leaves his hometown again, she must accompany him to make up for her debt to him.
But what if these incidents never happened? Will she still accompany him?
Hu Meizi gave the same answer as Qin Fang, that is: "I will definitely do it."
There is indeed a big gap between the two brothers and sisters, but it is precisely because of these flaws that they must be treated with caution. It's like a porcelain doll full of cracks. Although it breaks when touched, sunlight can penetrate deep into it.
So when light shines into the cracks, darkness is no longer fate.
Therefore, as long as these siblings feel a little love and care from each other, they will value each other extremely.
Guiliu would rather have his meridians cut off by the drunkard's beating than hand over Jiannan Shaochun. After Qin Fang finished speaking that day, Gui Qing lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her eyes were actually red.
So how can these siblings be like water and fire? According to Qin Fang's words: "It turns out they are brothers and sisters like this."
Hu Meizi, who never believed in Buddhism, put her hands together at this moment, closed her eyes, and prayed sincerely, "Be sure to be safe."
