The river flows eastward and cuts across the north and south.
Jiang Hongxue, dressed in red, stopped on the shore and reached out to catch a snowflake. After sixty years of practicing the Art of Forgetfulness, I entered the south of the Yangtze River again, but I felt sad silently. The river water behind me was pulled by the breath around me, turning into a sky full of snow.
A breath sank into my heart, driving away distracting thoughts.
Seeing the old face again, Jiang Hongxue took back her hand, pulled out a red thread from her fingertips, and said coldly: "Why, you are trying to stop me from entering the city."
Jiang Hongxue's voice was cold, shattering the snowflakes falling on her shoulders.
Gong Xinyu, who was wearing a skirt, bent slightly and bowed her hands in greeting, "I came here today just to return the things left by Brother Ye."
Ye Qianlou, the guardian of the left side of Qianmo Palace, Jiang Hongxue's lover, was killed on the Qinhuai River sixty years ago, and no one knows why.
That name was taboo in Jiang Hongxue's heart. The Wangqing Jue pierced her heart, causing bursts of pain. Jiang Hongxue was almost crazy. The snowflakes on her head turned red, and an ice thorn grew out, stabbing Gong Xinyu's heart. "Don't mention him in front of me, you are a ruthless and unjust person." , it should be cut into pieces with thousands of knives, and the bones crushed and ashes spread."
Jiang Hongxue, who was once gentle and quiet, is now trapped by love and mentally damaged.
Gong Xinyu stood quietly, shaking her head and sighing. The word "love" was too hurtful. She tapped her toes, bypassed the red line, stepped forward, and gave Jiang Hongxue a dream that belonged to her and Ye Qianlou. .
Gong Xinyu stretched out two fingers and pointed at Jiang Hongxue's eyebrows. Jiang Hongxue's eyebrows cracked, and a red line wrapped around Gong Xinyu's fingertips.
Where Jiang Hongxue stood, a lifelike snowman stood there.
Gong Xinyu retracted her hand, cut off the red thread, and looked up. I don't know when there were countless snowmen on the river bank. They all looked like Jiang Hongxue.
Jiang Hongxue was lost in the vast sea of snow. Demon Lord Jiangnan, who was munching on fruit on his shoulder, patted Gong Xinyu on the head, pointed to the southwest, and reminded him with milky milk: "She is over there."
In the southwest, Jiang Hongxue stood on the snow, with a mountain range stretching behind her. She moved the entire Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions to the south of the Yangtze River.
Before the mountain range was completed, Gong Xinyu suddenly landed in front of Jiang Hongxue. With a pointing finger, he dreamed of falling into the yellow beams.
In her dream, Jiang Hongxue saw Ye Qianlou, and her murderous intent became even stronger. The entire dream was torn apart by the wind and snow, and her eyes were red.
Completely irritating Jiang Hongxue, Gong Xinyu steadied herself and held Jiang Nan's dangling feet, "Dad, it's your turn to take action."
"I can't count on you at all."
Demon Lord Jiangnan finished chewing the fruit and threw it to the ground. The fruit breaks the shell and a young sapling grows. Wiping his hands on top of Gong Xinyu's head, he blew a gentle breath, and the wind and snow in the sky were blown away, revealing the scorching sun above his head.
In the realm of immortality in the south of the devil, the yin and yang are reversed and can change the yin and yang of all things.
After blowing away the wind and snow, Demon Lord Jiangnan took out another fruit, nibbled out the juice, and urged: "Hurry up, I have to go back to drink fish soup."
Gong Xinyu stepped in front of Jiang Hongxue. The sea of snow blows away, and the red thread in Jiang Hong's snow sleeve protects the Lord, blocking Gong Xinyu's approach.
Gong Xinyu pushed aside the red thread with one finger. Jiang Hongxue had merged with the Tianshan Mountains. The red thread connecting her began to freeze, and the chill climbed onto Gong Xinyu's fingertips.
Demon Lord Jiangnan swayed his feet, and the chill on Gong Xinyu's fingertips was replaced by warm sunshine.
Jiang Hongxue intertwined her fingers and woven red threads into a cage, trapping Gong Xinyu, and the entire mountain behind them crashed into the two of them.
Demon Lord Jiangnan took a bite of the fruit, filling his mouth with juice. He held up the sky with one hand, and the entire mountain range turned into rain, moistening the river bank.
Gong Xinyu broke open the cage, and several gusts of wind blew away the rain falling on her shoulders. He'd better be clean and doesn't like stains on his clothes.
Jiang Hongxue spread her hands, and the water vapor condensed from the ground, forming droplets of water, strung into a curtain of beads, flew into the air, and condensed into ice.
A heavy snow is brewing overhead.
Demon Lord Jiangnan stood on top of Gong Xinyu's bun, her body swelled in the wind, and she grew into the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman. Her dark dress also stretched with her, outlining her graceful figure.
Demon Lord Jiangnan stabbed the sky with one finger, and the snow clouds dispersed, casting several streaks of skylight.
The snow clouds broke away, and Jiang Hongxue flew into the river bank, rolling up the entire river with her sleeves and condensing into wind and snow.
Demon Lord Jiangnan, who was ranked third on the Jianghu list, stood with his hands behind his hands and said coquettishly, "You can't beat me."
The wind and snow swept across, and a red line in the snow looked like a snake. Jiang Hongxue lowered her body and pounced towards the south of the Yangtze River.
Demon Lord Jiang Nan shook his head and stretched out his arm as thin and white as a lotus root. He only extended one finger, and his fingertips were filled with murderous intent.
There are very few people in the world who can block the yin and yang fingers.
When the red line touched Jiangnan, Jiang Hongxue suddenly disappeared, and a Jinling City emerged in the air.
Demon Lord Jiangnan's finger pierced the sky, and half of the sky turned from day to night. The Jinling City suddenly appeared above his head, like a phantom, "Isn't Ye Qianlou dead? How could his mirage appear?"
Gong Xinyu stood up straight and looked up into the sky. There was an aura of an old friend in the city, "I still can't feel relieved about him."
Demon Lord Jiang Nan bent down, held Gong Xinyu's head and shook it, with a gloomy look on his face, "Old Gong, are you hiding something from me?"
Gong Xinyu smiled brightly, "Dad, what can I hide from you?"
Demon Lord Jiangnan thought for a moment, then shrunk and returned to his childlike appearance. He sat on Gong Xinyu's shoulder with his feet raised, "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to take a nap. Give me a delicious dream while I sleep." When you wake up, drink fish soup again.”
Gong Xinyu pointed at Demon Lord Jiangnan's brow, and a dreamlike yellow beam unfolded, dragging her into the dream and carrying her into Jinling.
Luyuan Tea Forest, outside the window is green.
The tea sage Lu Yu blew the herbal tea cup and took a sip of the new tea. The moistening tea soup made him on a whim, copy the tea book that he had written for several years, opened it to the blank space, and wrote down a line of notes.
The wind picked up in the tea garden, making the tea trees make a sound. Gong Xinyu stood in front of the window in a dress.
Having calculated that he would come, Tea Saint Lu Yu smiled happily, put down his pen, stood up, brewed a new cup of tea, and pushed it to Gong Xinyu, "Senior, can you comment on this year's new tea?"
When entering a tea garden, you must strictly abide by the tea garden rules.
Gong Xinyu brought the tea, cooled it down and took a sip. Her lips felt like she could taste the spring rain in March, and the breeze kept blowing in her ears. She praised: "This tea makes people feel like they can see the spring rain in March. It's a good tea, but it's so delicious." name."
Tea Sage Lu Yu stretched out a finger and swirled it around the tea cup. The tea soup had cooled down and the fragrance was bitter. He said unhurriedly: "Madam gave me a name, it's called Chun Shen. This kind of good tea, if it snows... , I won’t be able to drink it next year.”
The tea had been tasted and there was no need to follow the rules anymore. Gong Xinyu took out a silk scarf, wiped her hands and asked, "It was your handiwork that trapped Jiang Hongxue."
Tea Sage Lu Yu shook his head, and the tea soup in his hand also swayed, "Lu is just a tea grower in Jinling, but he doesn't have the extraordinary ability to bring the dead back to life."
Demon Lord Jiangnan on his shoulder was still in his dream, sucking his fingers. Gong Xinyu took half a step back, thought about it for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "But it was the person on the third floor of Jinling Tianxia Building who did it."
Tea Saint Lu Yu picked up the tea cup, took a sip of the bitter tea soup, and said with a smile: "Except for that person, no one in the entire Jiangnan has such skill."
Gong Xinyu laughed and said, "Your wife is really generous, she can do whatever she wants."
The tea soup was indeed a bit bitter. Lu Yu took a sip and frowned slightly, "It is related to the lifelong happiness of my nephew, so my wife is still willing to spend a lot of money."
After getting the answer in her heart, Gong Xinyu folded the silk scarf and said, "It seems that I have to go to Tianxiastairs."
Lu Yu put down the tea cup and reminded him without any emotion: "Senior, please forgive me for talking too much, but you'd better not go. Although the man on the third floor doesn't care about the world, Su Rou is already on her way to Jinling. Back then, the Demon Lord was beaten by her for sixty years and burned his life in the Tianxia Building for ten years. If you are caught by Su Rou, be careful to capture you and set you on fire in the building."
Gong Xinyu flew away in one step, and his murderous intention floated in the tea garden, "It doesn't matter if she comes to Jiangnan, it's time to settle the grudge that my father set on fire in Tianxialou."
"That Su Rou is not someone that senior can mess with."
The tea sage Lu Yu looked at the entire tea mountain with a bitter look on his face. Only the tea stems were left in the tea cup. Lu Yu turned over his hand, dumped the tea stems on the table, and made a divination.
There was a rustling sound in the tea garden. Tea Saint Lu Yu was so angry that he bent down and took out a bamboo knife, jumped out of the window, and cursed towards Zongheng Academy: "Wang Jixin, you bastard, you are taking advantage of the situation, don't let me catch you. If I don't chop off one of your hands, my surname will not be Lu."
In the red leaf forest of Zongheng Academy, Wang Jixin retracted the sunspot that fell on Tianyuan. He looked at the new basket of tea coming at his feet and twisted his face with a smile. This way he could save a lot of money on tea.
On the chessboard in front of Wang Jixin, a white stone fell into the corner of the chess box opposite.
The calligrapher Wang Huaian, who was far away in the Wang family library, was sitting in front of his desk, holding a stick with his hands, playing chess with Wang Jixin from afar.
Wang Jixin took out the sunspot and put it aside, and asked softly: "Why is my cousin so elegant today? He came to talk to his younger brother."
The Calligrapher King Huai'an is good at calligraphy, but he has a bad chess basket, and he picked up a white piece and dropped it without any rules. "I don't care about calligraphy. I want to learn from you."
Wang Jixin knocked on the chessboard, intercepted the white chess piece, and said, "My cousin plans to lose a few books today."
The collection of books in the Wang family was Wang Huai'an's life. How could he change hands so easily? Wang Huai'an cautiously dropped the ball and said shamelessly: "Today is just a hand-to-hand talk, no luck."
Wang Jixin followed up with a piece and said sarcastically: "Last time you lost a game to me, you cheated and flipped the chessboard. Do you know how valuable my chess pieces are? There are still two that I haven't found yet."
Wang Huaian shamelessly took out a white piece and dropped it, "There are so many chess pieces in the Wang family library, but you have to live a hard life in this mountain. Come on, I'll send someone to send a good chess piece to your head office." "
In a game of chess, the fight could not last more than a moment. Wang Huaian held the white piece in his hand, his brows were condensed into a hemp rope, and he did not dare to make a move.
Wang Jixin pinched the falling red leaves above his head and threw them at his feet, "Cousin, you lose."
Wang Huaian was unusually calm. He did not regret the move like last time. He put down the chess piece and admitted defeat with a smile. "Today's move was very successful for me."
Upstairs in the Wang family library, the calligraphy sage Wang Huaian opened his eyes, and golden poems flew out of books in front of him and penetrated into his body.
Wang Huaian stood up and entered immortality in one step.
