Qingyun Mountain Dazhu Peak
Early this morning, Xiao Yicai sent someone to Xiaozhu Peak to invite Lu Xueqi to Tongtian Peak to discuss matters, so Zhang Xiaofan felt at ease and returned to Dazhu Peak alone.
The back mountain of Dazhu Peak is somewhat similar to that of Xiaozhu Peak. Looking around, there are lush emerald green bamboo forests... The morning light falls from the sky, casting little traces of light on the gaps in the bamboo forest. Countless crystal clear dewdrops condense on the thin bamboo leaves, making them smooth and round.
Xiao Hui and Da Huang had already gone to play somewhere else, leaving only a lonely figure sitting on the ground leaning on a slightly thick black bamboo. In the quiet bamboo forest, there was silence, and there seemed to be some familiar breath, echoing here. I don't know how many years ago, he was brought to this Dazhu Peak by Tian Buyi, and he started a new life here.
I don't know how many mornings and evenings he spent silently chopping wood in this secluded bamboo forest. He also played and chased happily with Xiao Hui and Dahuang here. This bamboo forest engraved countless beautiful memories of his youth...
Suddenly, he remembered someone's words, "You remember there is a stone statue at the entrance of the cave!" "If you have a chance to go out, pick a bouquet of her favorite lilies for me and put them in front of her!" He closed his eyes. , remembering that when he and Lu Xueqi fought against the Beast God, they agreed to his request, "I seem to owe him a bunch of lilies." After a while, he said in a deep voice, as if talking to himself,
Has anyone ever made a promise to you? Or, have you ever promised something to others? But, how many promises can be fulfilled? The various conditions in the world, the prosperity and the heat, often dilute the occasional whims. In the hustle and bustle, the small whirlpool formed in the heart a long time ago has quietly dissipated, leaving only a promise that may have been from the heart. Floating and whirling in reincarnation.
But who can blame this? Is the power of time too powerful? Perhaps, being based in such a world is a hard and lonely thing. I have to explore on my own and move forward without having time to care about anything else? These questions were only answered by the waves of bamboo waves and the gentle breeze.
After an unknown amount of time, a white figure came to him. For a moment, the light blue halo of light was like clear and gentle water waves, slowly dispersing from the Tianya Divine Sword in her hand to the surroundings. The mist in the forest also seemed to be attracted by that peerless appearance, surrounding her and fluttering gently.
She squatted down slightly and looked at Zhang Xiaofan with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something, with a touch of sadness on his face. His heart softened and he whispered: "Xiaofan..." Listening to the gentle call, Zhang Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes and turned to look. His wife's peerless face was right in front of him at this moment.
The early morning sunshine shines on the face of the woman in white, slowly exuding a breathtaking beauty, like a dream. She asked with concern: "What are you thinking about again?" She looked worried.
Zhang Xiaofan said: "I remembered that our promise to one person has not been fulfilled yet." "Promise? Whose promise?" Lu Xueqi asked puzzledly, and Zhang Xiaofan replied: "Have you forgotten that back then, when we were 100,000 yuan? The promise made to him in the ancient cave of suppressing demons in the mountains."
Lu Xueqi immediately remembered and said: "Beast God!?" Zhang Xiaofan nodded and continued: "I promised him to pick a bouquet of lilies for him to give to the stone statue outside the cave entrance. I want to go tomorrow." "In this case, then I I'll go with you. After all, we promised others." Lu Xueqi ignored the dirt on the floor and sat down next to Zhang Xiaofan, holding her hand. The two stopped talking and just sat side by side.
Incense Valley in Southern Xinjiang
The majestic Shanhe Palace was completely silent at the moment, but there was a figure standing in the gate of Shanhe Palace, standing silently, looking towards the distant southern sky.
a long time. In the silence, darkness came quietly, and the sky gradually dimmed. Several disciples passed by here, but they soon discovered that something was not right about the atmosphere here, and quickly retreated. Later, with the last light of dusk, When it gradually disappeared, even if you looked up into the distance, the scene in the distant sky gradually became blurred.
In the distance, in a corner of Fenxiang Valley, there was a low sound of insects. There was a silent sound, distant or close. I don’t know what it was calling, but it highlighted the huge mountain and river palace, which was like ice and snow. General deserted. Shangguan Ce's body in the shadow moved for a moment, then slowly turned around.
The low footsteps echoed in the silent Shanhe Palace, but they seemed so loud! The sound of heavy footsteps, I wonder whose heart they are stepping on?
He sat down slowly on the seat in the middle of the hall. It was dark, but there were no lights here. It was not that the disciples were lazy, but it was just such a night, but it seemed to be different. They all knew it was interesting and did not come. At this time, a roar of wild beasts accompanied by the cry of ghosts came from the deep Xuanhuo Altar.
Outside the desolate Shanhe Palace, apart from this creepy roar, there was also a low hum of insects. Apart from these two, there was no other sound. Shangguan Ce listened to the roar with a sinister smile on his face... …..
One Hundred Thousand Mountains
The rolling mountains in southern Xinjiang have stood there quietly and peacefully for thousands of years. The original creation of nature carved the hard rock protruding out of the ground into various shapes, which are majestic and natural.
In this seemingly endless stretch of green mountains, countless insects, birds and beasts make different calls from time to time in the depths of the quiet dense forest, making this uninhabited primeval forest even more empty and lonely. The dead leaves that have been accumulated for an unknown amount of time are densely covered on the thick soil, like a broad dark blanket, covering the seemingly shy face of the forest. The unique warm and humid air of southern Xinjiang seems to bring out the smell of rotting dead leaves, but it cannot break through the lush vitality of the green leaves.
The blue sky quietly overlooks the rolling green mountains. Two blue rays of light streaked across the silent sky. After landing, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi looked at the scene in front of them.
This feeling is both familiar and unfamiliar. Not far away, a stone statue with traces of wind and frost that has lasted for thousands of years stands in front of it. The ancient cave of Zhenmo that the stone statue looks at has long since collapsed and no longer exists. Mottled traces of vicissitudes of life can be vaguely seen at the entrance. I wonder if it is Thanks to Linglong's protection, the stone statue was safe and sound.
Zhang Xiaofan opened his slightly frowning eyebrows and turned around slowly, Lu Xueqi's gentle and beautiful face reflected in his eyes. This pure and beautiful woman is dancing in the windless white clothes. She is holding a bouquet of lilies with some dewdrops in her hand.
The two of them walked to the stone statue together and placed the lilies in their hands on the open ground. The indifferent expression on his face showed more relief and relaxation, and said: "I have done what I promised you." He was deeply moved. Looking at the woman in front of him, he smiled slightly and took Lu Xueqi's white hand. Looking at the deep eyes of the stone statue woman, there was a hint of sadness and expectation.
Perhaps, there should be a poignant story or legend! Is that a catastrophe in the world, or the madness of a desperate and pitiful sad person?
