The wind stopped and the rain fell. In the clear afternoon, there was another soft drizzle. The rain fell on the eaves, on the branches of the willow trees, on the inns in the streets and alleys, on the balconies, and then pat! Snap! fell to the ground.
It was like an afternoon sleeping in a deep dream, and the old man sitting outside the wooden building was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, fanning it, and yawning in his mouth. The children who were swaying in the rain had bright faces. All are filled with happy smiles.
At this time, he landed on a wooden attic. In front of him was a young man with an indifferent face, and the young man's name was very familiar to him - Han Ying.
It was also Han Xulie back then, but for some reason, this familiar man, with the unfamiliarity in his pupils, was so stiff and cold.
Cold Shadow... Cold Shadow...
Even in my heart, I repeat it thousands of times. However, the ending seems to have already been written.
Are you still my brother? Are you still my relatives...
At this time, he seemed to have never been prepared. When faced with all this, he was a little hesitant and at a loss. Under the tame warm sun, his body was not very warm, and his empty pupils were filled with too much coldness. , also full of too much helplessness.
Whoosh!
The sword cut across his temple, and a strand of long hair was cut off, fluttering lightly in the wind, as if his life was cut apart at that moment. He was stunned, and the hair fell into his palm.
But the indifference in the eyes of the young man in front of him has never faded.
Yu Zun looked at the young man blankly, and there seemed to be a little more comfort in his heart.
I know it, bro! I know you can't bear to kill me, right?
In the empty world, the rain is ticking, and time is like rain, ticking! The rain fell continuously, but my sleepy eyes were supported by the stubbornness in my heart, and it seemed that they had never closed.
"Han Ying, I recognize you! You are my brother!" Although the hot blood is still quickly turning cold, and although it may never boil again, the true feelings behind the words are still so sincere.
The young man looked at Yu Zun blankly and said, "I recognize you too! But I'm not Han Ying!"
Hearing this, Yu Zun's heart froze, and he said faintly: "Oh? Do you recognize me? Then who am I!"
"You are...Ye Feng!"
The young man murmured, and seemed to be in a trance in his heart, because the young man standing in front of him had too many mysteries about him. He could feel the surging power around the young man, but he seemed to be far different from the Ye Feng he knew. !
So, who is he?
Looking into each other's eyes, looking at each other across the rivers and lakes!
"Is Ye Feng your brother?" The young man standing in front of the young man had a tame light in his eyes. The young man also knew that this young man was definitely not a treacherous person, and this question was like a stone of dynamite. Destroy everything in front of you and change it beyond recognition!
brother......
yes! Ye Feng is my brother, but he has died long ago. He has been dead for a long, long time...
In the young man's scarlet pupils, there is hatred, burning, pouring, and then turning into a formed sculpture. In the deep and dark heart, the statue is always shining!
Ye Feng, it seems that he will not come back! But who is the young man in front of me?
In the inn, there was a man standing in front of the window and a woman sitting on the bed. The letter was in the man's hand, trembling gently with the wind. He clenched his fist until the letter was crumpled. , a cluster of flames overflowed from his palm.
Later, the letter was burned to ashes, and the divine light in the man's pupils was more like a blazing flame, burning wantonly in the wasteland deep in his heart.
Sound, hollow! The world is lonely! Deep down, quiet! Worldly affairs, sleep!
It's the warmth at the fingertips that slowly spreads, a cluster of sparks igniting the lonely world.
"Yao! He will come back!" A few simple words occupied the thin piece of paper, dancing quietly in the air with the fire at the fingertips, and the carrier pigeon hovering overhead!
The strange visitors hiding around the city were all looking at the carrier pigeon until a letter landed quietly on the ground despite falling feathers.
At this time, Yu Zun was still standing in the attic, "Can you tell me the story of Ye Feng?"
The young man he called Han Ying had an indifferent look on his face. Later, he wrinkled his eyebrows and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "He is a legend!"
"Then how did he die?" There was too much sadness in his smile. Yu Zun looked at the young man in front of him quietly. His simple words were full of sincerity that no one could refuse!
"It's God's fault! It's God's punishment! In fact, he could have stood on top of the world. If he was still alive, he... would definitely be able to do it!" There was strong hatred in the words, but also a kind of helplessness. Contained chagrin.
The boy stood opposite the young man silently. Later, he pointed at himself and shouted with a smile: "Then...do I look like him?"
The young man was stunned, and his fingers curled up slightly. Later, there was a black cold blade in his palm. At that moment, the warm breath was like solidified steam, turning into droplets of water, and the cold The temperature continued to drop until it turned into ice crystals.
The knife was pulled out of the scabbard, then cut through the warm wind around it, and shot straight into the boy's pupils.
The boy did not move, with a smile on his face. The strange world slowly shimmered in front of him, following the wrinkles of light. Later, at that moment, the world became as new as before. The wrinkles of light were smoothed out, and a fresh and fresh world appeared in front of him. Beautiful world.
Standing on the top of a mountain, he stared blankly at the peaks above his head. Those suspended mountains were floating and sinking in front of his eyes.
What he knew, he had always understood, was that the young man whom he had mistaken for Han Ying had no intention of killing him. When the blade of the blade pierced his pupils, it was all doomed.
In the vast sea, the hands of the sundial are rotating rapidly. The time inside is also undergoing unbelievable changes as the time of the outside world reverses. The small world inside is blending with the outside world.
When the sundial returned to normal again, the countercurrent pointer had crossed more than a few epochs!
Is this...history? Have I gone back to the past?
Under the clear sky thousands of miles away, the rising and falling Xuanshan Mountains swayed quietly with the ink-like flocculent clouds overhead.
And under that mysterious mountain, there were gray images one after another, chasing each other on the earth. Later, the shadow fell on Yu Zun's hair. In the silence, there was a sound made by the running water in his ears. There was a loud splashing sound.
Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the scenery at his feet, he was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, but he still couldn't believe what he was seeing.
That person...that person who looks similar to me? Could it be the Ye Feng that the young man mentioned?
His body skills are perfect. He walks quietly in the vast river with the flowing wind. The water is splashing, and the sunlight above his head is also splashing quietly.
When Ye Feng stopped, the wind in his ears seemed to become much gentler, "Master! I'm here!"
The twilight old man, holding a cane in his hand and a soft smile on his face, sat cross-legged on a mountain peak, seemingly waiting for someone to appear.
Yu Zun's body was like a flying giant, flying across the sky lightly, while a stream of light sputtered out of the old man's pupils.
Ye Feng appeared in front of him, but his pupils did not stay on Ye Feng. Instead, he seemed to notice Yu Zun's presence.
Yu Zun was stunned for a moment. He could feel the blazing glare in the old man's eyes. Deep down in his heart, he felt a little unbelievable. He originally thought that it was just his soul that came to this place. He thought that this might be just a dream.
Now, when the old man's eyes fell on him, he overturned everything. It turned out that he was really in this realm, and it was real and perfect.
"Child! Why are you still standing there stupidly..." The old man looked at Yu Zun with a smile, and Ye Feng, who was standing in front of the old man, also had a refreshing smile in his eyes.
"Brother, come here!" Ye Feng shouted.
brother? Yu Zun was stunned for a moment. His stiff expression gradually softened. The words "brother" were so real. Could this be all destiny?
So, when you are on the verge of death, does it mean that your soul has been saved?
In other words, after his soul was redeemed, his body also gave birth to flesh and blood again, perfectly reappearing in this world?
The old man stroked his white beard and looked at Yu Zun with a smile. Later, he waved his robe and everyone disappeared on this cold mountain cliff.
When he approached the old man, he was shocked to find that the old man was actually Master Cun Tian whom he was familiar with!
And the mysterious mountain above the head is also so familiar. Could it be that this is a heavenly palace?
There was also a dark cold abyss under his feet, and in that cold abyss, he also felt the cold and crazy energy. He pondered: "Could it be that there is a sect in this cold abyss?"
Even the soft whisper fell into Cun Tian's ears. He turned around and smiled: "That's right! The sect in the cold abyss is the underground palace!"
The underground palace... He stared blankly at his feet, unbelievable!
The icy cold abyss and the bone-chilling temperature seemed to have reached the extreme.
He stared blankly at the cold abyss at his feet, sighed softly, and thought to himself: "If you have time, you must visit!"
At this time, the old man seemed to have realized his thoughts. With a wave of his sleeves, a blurry image appeared in the sky, and they all disappeared into the vast space of time.
The underground palace... winding paths lead to the darkest world. Following Cun Tian, Ye Feng had a cold smile on his face and said: "Brother! I know you are not like this." A man of the times!”
"Then who am I?" Yu Zun looked at Ye Feng with a confused expression. In fact, he was questioning what the relationship between him and Ye Feng was. Why were the relatives and friends around them so familiar, and their looks? And why are they so similar?
On the earth, there were few streams of light, but more of a heavy darkness, with violent energy splashing wildly. When Yu Zun closed his eyes, he could touch the cold and sharp energy.
That kind of energy is a dark blue, and within the dark blue is a pure darkness.
He gasped softly, and at this time, his whole body was covered by a dazzling silver light. The silver light was sucked in and then stagnated, expanded, then shrank, and finally turned into an indifferent and arrogant black hole, tearing apart crazily. The vast energy of this place.
His body was supported by crazy energy, and his toes were off the ground. It seemed that he had no connection with the gravity of the ground. Pieces of cold light burst out from his pupils, and in that cold light, there was an existence that couldn't be sharper.
In the darkness, the dark palace beneath the ground seemed to stretch for thousands of miles, and the dim light deliberately carved out this harsh and indifferent world.
And the lonely lanterns, hanging in the palaces, were like fireflies, quietly dotting this rare silence.
Dust covered this dark city, and there seemed to be many carriages and horses wandering on the bustling streets. Under a black cloak, a pale-faced warrior was wrapped.
Quietly looking up at the sky, this place seems to be isolated from the world, the sky light has fallen, and then it is decorated with stars, exuding a stubborn and cold light in the darkness.
In the bustling streets, there are also monks and Taoists. This world, isolated from the outside world, can be called a small world!
"It turns out that this is the underground palace!" Yu Zun sighed softly in his heart.
When the sword edge was pulled out from the scabbard, a beautiful woman stood in the middle of the street, but this woman made Yu Zun's heart startle. Isn't that Qiao Xian'er?
But why does she appear here? From drawing the sword to making a move, he moved smoothly, and then cut off the enemy's head with a sharp smile on his face.
Yu Zun stared blankly at the girl standing not far from him. Deep in his heart, he felt a little painful and hesitant. Should he say hello to her?
At this time, Ye Feng looked at Yu Zun with a smile and said: "Her name is Bingruo!"
Yu Zun looked at the girl blankly, and it turned out that everything seemed to be completely different from the outside.
But he still couldn't stop the longing in his heart, he said softly: "Bingruo!"
The girl was stunned for a moment and looked at Yu Zun blankly. Then a gentle smile bloomed on her face, "Young Master, are you calling me?"
There was both warmth and sadness in the bitter smile. The smell of killing had not yet dissipated, and blood splashed on the ground drop by drop along the sharp edge of the sword.
But the tenderness in the girl's eyes was more like a soft and gentle wind, quietly wrapping around him, making him feel warm and giving him a taste of sweetness.
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Bingruo! How many people are there?"
"There is only one person left!" The girl looked at Ye Feng with a smile. Later, she glanced at Yu Zun gently, but found that Yu Zun was also looking at her.
Ye Feng looked at Yu Zun and smiled: "I know your name is Yu Zun!"
Yu Zun was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Feng blankly, and said, "Why do you know me?"
Ye Feng laughed loudly and said, "Because my master's name is Cun Tian!"
An inch of the sky......
The hunched old man looked back at Ye Feng and scolded: "He doesn't need to know this!"
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said: "Master, I think it's not a bad idea!"
At this time, a sword wind suddenly flew from the distance. Yu Zun was startled. His body disappeared instantly. He pulled Bingruo into his arms, and the sword wind swept across Bingruo's temples. .
A strand of hair danced gently in the air, and then fell into Yu Zun's palm.
The beauty in Yu Zun's arms was a little shy, but compared to the men and women in the inn and the young man in the attic, Bingruo in Yu Zun's arms gave him a more intimate feeling.
"Who did you offend?" A piece of silver light floated in his palm. The light floated up and down in his palm, and later turned into a small silver ball.
In the darkness, each other's faces became extremely clear, and the fragrance of the beauty in his arms lingered on his breath for a long time.
He could feel the warmth on Bingruo's body and her sweet voice. At that moment, his mind was a little dazed, because he once mistook Qiao Xianer for Xue Qier, but now, Bingruo and Qiao Xianer , they are simply carved out of the same mold!
In other words, Bingruo is Qiao Xian'er, but this world is no longer the one he was familiar with.
The afternoon time is like the gentle movement of water droplets falling on the bluestone slabs, and the mottled writing on the long flags, interpreting the vicissitudes of the world in the wind.
At this time, Qiao Xianer looked at Yu Zun with a smile and said, "Maybe there is someone who can help you!"
"Who?" He looked at Bingruo blankly and said.
Bingruo smiled and said, "Just wait for a moment!"
The wind blew the door curtains, and in the palace, there were crisp birdsong, gently flowing in my ears. The man sitting in the lobby had a pair of tired eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of several people. The people following Qiao Xianer were not blocked by the palace guards.
It seems that this is the underground palace...
In the man's palm, there is a Bagua diagram, and the gentle flowing light flows quietly on the Bagua diagram, illuminating the man's old face.
"Did you kill them?" The man's hoarse voice echoed in the hall.
Yu Zun was stunned for a moment, glanced at Bingruo, and said softly: "Who is your enemy?"
Bingruo smiled and said, "If I tell you, don't doubt it!"
Yu Zheng nodded solemnly and said: "Absolutely not!"
Bingruo smiled and nodded, saying: "They are the ones who want to stop the changes in history, or in other words, they are the group of people who tamper with history!"
Yu Zun was stunned for a moment, and he was startled in his heart. The existence of those who blocked the changes of history...the group of people who tampered with history...
"Do you want to strand history in the ancient time?" He looked at Bingruo blankly, with horror in his heart.
"How many people have you killed already? How many more people are there?" Yu Zun said.
"How many people? Maybe we shouldn't count them like this!" Bingruo smiled helplessly and said.
"What do you mean?" Yu Zun was startled in his heart.
Bingruo sighed and said: "We are all frogs in the well, but now that the young master has entered this realm, he is our nobleman!"
Yu Zun stared blankly at the old man sitting in the lobby and thought to himself: "This is probably all doomed a long time ago!"
What about meeting? What does the history she wants to tamper with mean?
Ye Feng, who followed Yu Zun and Bingruo, slowly walked to the center of the lobby. He looked at the man with a smile and said: "Only with a power that has never been seen in this world can we strangle them in the cradle! "
The man nodded slightly and said: "At this time, they are resurrected again!"
Hearing this, Yu Zun was horrified in his heart, "Resurrection? After being killed, was he resurrected again?"
This is simply appalling! Are these people who tamper with history just like him, coming from outside the country?
However, at this time, he still didn't understand what kind of world this world was?
Later, during the conversation with Bingruo, he gradually understood that perhaps this was the legendary twin world.
In the darkness, he just couldn't see clearly. When his vision became clearer and clearer, he discovered that the man sitting on the Grand Master's chair was actually Sun Sanxian, whom he had met by chance in the prison world.
