When Ye Zhenfeng heard this, he said happily: "That's really gratifying!"
Zhuo Qi stretched out his hand to draw his sword and said angrily: "What are you happy about? You are so happy to hear that I have another love. Do you...do you have no feelings for me?"
Ye Zhenfeng quickly raised his hands and looked at Zhuo Qi blankly. He really couldn't understand what Miss Zhuo Qi was thinking.
There was a hint of resentment in Zhuo Qi's eyes, and those beautiful eyes were immediately filled with tears. He couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw it, and he didn't know what to do.
Zhuo Qi put the half-drawn sword back into its scabbard, stepped forward and leaned her head on his chest, letting her tears wet his clothes, her body twitching slightly.
Ye Zhenfeng didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her back gently and said: "Zhuo Qi, I'm sorry, I..."
He really wanted to tell Zhuo Qi that he had another love and that it was impossible for them to be together, but facing the crying Zhuo Qi, he didn't know how to speak. He always felt that he had failed this girl.
She had been waiting for him silently for many years, but as soon as he came back, he would hurt her with cruel words, which she really couldn't say.
Weird, I can only blame her for paying by mistake.
At this moment, there was a person standing not far from the flowers, Han Ziyue, who was wearing a white cloak. She looked at the two people embracing in the flowers with stunned eyes, and suddenly felt chilled.
The night wind blew her long hair like strands of silk, her purple eyes trembled slightly, tears were like water, slowly sliding down her cheeks, I don't know why? It seemed like there was a sharp thorn inserted into the heart, causing a dull pain.
Instantly, a flash of blood suddenly appeared in her purple eyes, and there was a faint purple devilish aura rising behind her. However, she didn't realize that the magic breath was fleeting, and she turned around and left decisively.
The night wind was like water, cooling her heart. She had never known that falling in love with someone was so painful, because she once had him, and when you passed away, her heart felt like a knife.
She never thought that the heart of the one she loved could be in another woman, and what she saw today made her heartbroken.
Ye Zhenfeng listened to the music of the piano and let Zhuo Qi cry silently, while the people just stood among the flowers and sighed with each other.
I think time flies by and passes in the blink of an eye. No matter people or things have changed, the only thing that has not changed is people's hearts.
Starlight scattered gently on Zhuo Qi's body, and she raised her head and looked at him. Those eyes that were wet with tears, I don’t know if it’s resentment or sadness?
He felt that Zhuo Qi's eyes made him feel heartbroken. He wanted to say something to her, but he didn't know what to say.
She waited for a long time, but after all she couldn't get the words she wanted.
Facing her deep affection, he could only sigh. After all, he already loved her. He said, "I'm sorry, Zhuo Qi."
"Stop talking!" Zhuo Qi pushed him away, wiped away tears and left.
If it wasn't what she wanted to hear, then she didn't want to hear it anymore.
"Zhuo Qi..." Ye Zhenfeng called her, and soon her figure disappeared behind the Moon Gate.
He turned his head and looked at the old woman in the attic. He felt that the music she played seemed to have a sad meaning, and there seemed to be a touch of sadness in her beautiful and haggard eyes.
What was she thinking? What are you sad for? Is it a human? Is it a thing? Or is it a distant past event? At her age, what she can't let go of may just be an old dream from her youth!
"Mother, do you think of that person again?" The old woman stood
Dongfang Chu behind him said softly.
The old woman's name is Hua Hairpin. She is the only daughter of Hua Cangling, the former leader of the Sword Soul Sect. She was also a famous heroine in the world back then. Now she is the wife of Dongfang Yexing, the leader of the Sword Soul Sect.
She sighed softly and said: "You girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I am already at this age, who else can I think about? Who else can I think about?"
Dongfang Chu put his hands behind his back, shook his body, and said softly: "I would know even if you didn't tell me."
Hua Han frowned and asked, "What do you know?"
"My father said this when he was quarreling with you. He said that there is someone in your heart that you can't forget. He was very annoyed!"
"Chu Chu, you are not allowed to talk nonsense again!" Hua Hairao was a little angry, got up, covered the piano with silk, and prepared to leave.
Dongfang Chu refused to give up and said: "Every time you try the sword, you will
He will play this song, are you waiting for him? Do you think he will come to the sword trial? "
Seeing his mother standing still with astonishment in her eyes, Dongfang Chu knew that he had guessed correctly, and said proudly: "Mother, who is the person in your heart? He... is he also a master of swordsmanship? ?”
Hua Hairpin seemed to have been guessed by her daughter. She sat back down with a sense of loss, looked at the cold stars in the sky, and sighed softly: "He will not come."
"Since it won't come, then why are you still looking forward to it?"
"I know he won't come, but I still can't stop looking forward to it. I always want to see him again..." Hua Haan said with tears in her eyes.
Dongfang Chu said again: "Mother, I don't understand what you said."
Hua Hairan turned to look at Dongfang Chu, reached out and gently touched her forehead, and said with a smile: "You will understand later."
"In the future... you will understand? Why?" Dongfang Chu was still puzzled.
Hua Han smiled slightly and said, "When you fall in love with someone, you will naturally understand."
Who has never been young? When she was young, she was even more innocent than Dongfang Chu, but so what? Love is not forever, people still have many things to do.
But even if a person gets old, his heart is not old. He will still beat for the one he loves and will never forget him for a long time.
Only when Hua Hao lived to this age did he realize that some people are like a fire in your heart. Even if they are not around you, whenever you think of them, your heart will naturally feel warm and the fire will never go out.
During the long years, she thought she had forgotten that person, but unexpectedly, she had never been able to forget him, because she loved him, so she could never forget him, unless - not in love.
The Sword Rain Tower is an important symbol of the Sword Soul Sect. The names of the top 41 people who can be shortlisted for the sword trial competition will be recorded in the Sword Rain Tower.
Therefore, the Jianyu Tower is also a monument to the masters of swordsmanship. All the masters of swordsman in the world are proud to have their names in the Jianyu Tower.
Each sword trial meeting is divided into four levels, namely: one person in the peerless sword soul realm, ten people in the sword soul realm, ten people in the sword saint realm, ten people in the sword sect realm, and ten people in the sword master realm.
The huge golden giant sword exuded dazzling golden light on the back of the Jianyu Tower, and in front of the Jianyu Tower was the venue for the sword trial meeting, which was already completely surrounded.
The splendid sword test platform is different from the simple pavilion buildings. Colorful flags representing all forces are fluttering in the wind, and countless stone swords stand outside the fence.
These stone swords have different shapes and were worn by previous masters.
Sword statues, the deceased are dead, but their peerless sword souls are still there, which can be said to be immortal through the ages.
Sitting at the head were the heads of various sects, and behind them stood the disciples of each sect. Different costumes represented different sects. The sect's flag was placed in front, rustling in the wind, and there were some hidden in the crowd. The Lone Rangers, holding their swords in their arms, are waiting to become famous here.
The sword test was already in full swing. Ye Zhenfeng actually overslept due to a drinking fight with Monk Wuchen last night and because he was not planning to compete today.
When he hurried over, he saw Han Ziyue and the people from Baiwu Hall already standing in the crowd.
Han Ziyue, dressed in men's clothing, with white hair held high, handsome and dashing, looks like an aristocratic prince among the crowd.
Next to her are a group of people wearing lavender clothes, both men and women. The women all wear veils and hats on their heads. The long lavender hats and veils hang down, making the faces of the women faintly visible. , very mysterious.
The leading woman has a beautiful face, and she has a kind of classical and elegant beauty among the noisy crowd. It is said that a person is as pale as a chrysanthemum.
At this moment, the woman was chatting with Han Ziyue. The two of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to be in love.
Due to the crowd, Ye Zhenfeng struggled for a long time to squeeze in. The sound of swords clashing on the stage continued, and the people watching from the audience were also whispering and discussing the moves used by the people on the stage.
Ye Zhenfeng came to Han Ziyue and whispered: "Master Han, you are seducing the little beauty!"
Han Ziyue crossed her arms, rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily: "You're the one hooking up with the little beauty! This is the pharmacist of Blue Moon Valley
Chu Liuying, she is the close disciple of Master Blue Moon Valley. "
Blue Moon Valley? Ye Zhenfeng then remembered that their purpose in coming to Sword Soul Sect this time was to find people from Blue Moon Valley to help Han Ziyue treat her illness.
Then she nodded politely to Chu Liuying who was standing aside, and said, "Hello, Miss Chu, my name is Ye Zhenfeng, and I am a friend of Mr. Hanyue."
Chu Liuying was obviously a cold-blooded person. She just nodded politely at him and turned to watch the battle. She no longer looked like she was talking and laughing with Han Ziyue just now.
Ye Zhenfeng scratched his head and thought to himself, is there something on my face? Why are you so unwelcome today!
Ye Zhenfeng reached out and touched Han Ziyue's elbow without thinking, and asked with a smile: "Why didn't you wake me up this morning?"
Han Ziyue was so angry that she didn't answer, but just watched the competition on the sword trial stage.
Seeing that she was watching the battle so intently, Ye Zhenfeng had no choice but to shrug his shoulders indifferently. He turned around and looked towards the sword testing platform, only to see Monk Wuchen standing opposite. He was very eye-catching among the crowd in his white monk robes. , like a white lotus blooming alone in the mud, fresh and refined, free from dust.
The two looked at each other, nodded and said hello to each other.
Ye Zhenfeng whispered to Han Ziyue: "Ha, this Master Wuchen is really a good drinker. He actually woke up earlier than me."
Han Ziyue said angrily: "Master Wuchen is an accomplished monk, not like someone..."
Han Ziyue secretly cursed in her heart, sleeping in the wind on a dead night, sleeping in the wind on a smelly night, you romantic ghost! It used to be Lan Zuiwu, but now there's a girl in red. It's really not easy at all. He ran out to have a tryst with someone in the middle of the night and still had the nerve to talk to me, what a nuisance!
