: The eternal wind cannot be preserved

I still remember that day when I saw him clearly when I was particularly close to Yue Feng's face, his bright outline and cold expression conveyed to Yin'er the first feeling was like a fresh sea breeze in the majestic mountain air.

A face that makes people look unforgettable. However, it seems that there is no soul-

He never said a word to her. He was really like a monster, not understanding the worldly love, not laughing, and not talking casually, and it was impossible for him to reveal his heart.

Yin'er walked slowly and slowly with her longing and conflicts about Shengnan and Chuanyu, and looked at the Yue Feng in front of her through the light. In the distance ahead of Yue Feng, there was a vast white fog and the light of the setting sun.

Yin'er saw him walking far away regardless of his existence, and hurriedly chased after him: "Please, Mr. Yue, this place is so remote, you are going to get into the night, and you want to cross the river and destroy the bridge and leave me? You are not a friend enough, and you have no loyalty..."

Yue Feng turned around and glanced at her, pulled out the Fujin whip. Yin'er was stunned. He pulled a tree several times and drew several fruits. His strength and the power of Fujin whip themselves made the fruits of the tree roll all over the ground.

Yin'er picked up the fruit and ate it, "Immortal Fruit!" "What kind of fairy fruit? It's very ordinary..." Yin'er smiled and said, "Oranges were born in Huainan, and they were oranges. They were born in Huainan and were citrus. The fruits that were born in the fairyland are of course fairy fruit." Yue Feng shook his head: "Wonderland? So what about the fairyland? Still can't escape the world. There are disputes and chaos in places where there are people..." Yin'er lowered his head: "Aren't you talking about?" Thinking of Dali, Yunwu Mountain, Quanzhou, Jiankang, and the complex and complex personnel, she couldn't help but feel sad again. What about her ideal? Did she have to gradually escape: resisting Jin... Is it right? Is it worth it? Why is she not firm? Why is she afraid? Is it because the people nowadays are not about resisting Jin but about livelihood - resisting Jin. In fact, it is about sailing against the current. Is it because of the general trend that we cannot do it without knowing the current situation, and we cannot do it even if we know that we cannot do it...

I really want to say bravely that I am panicked because I insist on getting forgotten. She cannot reach the state of being unstoppable and disgraceful, so she is being shaken and confused again and again...

Yue Feng suddenly asked, "Is Cangwu Mountain very famous?" Yin'er calmed down and said, "Many famous scenic spots have become famous because of famous people. First of all, I have to thank Emperor Shun for the fame of Cangwu Mountain..." Yue Feng lowered his head and thoughtful.

Intuition tells Yin'er that Yue Feng has been wronged for more than a year or two. What a pity that when Sheng Nan was in trouble, she was not with him...

At night, through the hazy fog, the fog was washed away and dispersed by the fog, scattered and sparse. Yue Feng slept, but Yin'er couldn't sleep. Everything seemed like a different life.

Yin'er suddenly remembered someone once said: The wind in Cangwu Mountain is very proud.

Proud? She was at the foot of the mountain. She could not hear the wind or touch the wind, but she thought of the power to resist Jin, just like the scenery in front of her, as dim as light and as desolate as the wind.

Yin'er looked at the distance of the mountain air and stood still, until the gentle sunlight was hidden in the fog by the cold color, until the quiet blue and black wrapped itself around, until the air flowed and became transparent, then she let out a long breath. The slanting moon was hidden in the sea fog, and the infinite road of Jieshi Xiaoxiang was probably the classic scenery of the sad landscape.

The majesty of nature seems very illusory in the tranquility. After the birds sing, the mountains become more secluded. The wind finally passed by again, and there was a crackling sound, like a dead pine broken from the inside out, and its outside was so hard, swaying with the wind between the cracks of the rocks.

When the black hugged everything, he couldn't even hear the sound of the birds. He lie quietly and there was a gurgling sound of water. The yin was a little scared, and occasionally he could hear the howling of bears and wolves. It was so harmoniously matched with the rhythm of the water, as if he wanted to attract people to a beautiful hole.

She suddenly got up and stared at a certain direction. She felt that the moon was in that direction. The wind caressed her face, like a father stroking her little daughter lovingly, but the wind was sobbing, as if she was still whining about injustice.

I am very unfamiliar with my feet, and I am less likely to have fallen leaves that have been spread out before, and it is also empty and desolate.

She was cold and heartbroken.

Suddenly, a thunder thunder came down, and then the sound of thunder seemed to come from the farthest place, but Yin'er was shocked even more painful. The storm was about to come, and the wind filled the wilderness, whirling on Yin'er's face, as light and considerate as a needle prick. Such a wind was the favorite of Yin'er. It contained its tenderness under the external arrogance. It was the force that hindered before the rainstorm came, and it was also the ideal in Yin'er's heart. It was the turbulent wind and the wind attacked again. It was a power that could cause the mountains to collapse, any towering and wind, vulnerable to it. Because it had experienced so much heaviness, danger, and many successiveness before it appeared! The wind blew blindly into the distance, and it also came from a distance, taking away the old and blowing away the new without leaving a trace.

The three mountains of yellow dust and clear water have changed for thousands of years, looking at Qizhou nine o'clock cigarettes, a pool of sea water pouring down... Yin'er's tears stopped on her face: Yes, although the strength to resist Jin is very weak, as long as everyone has ideals now, they will succeed one day...

I smiled and thought the wind had stopped. In fact, some things will remain unchanged forever, but different people experience, different opinions, and different understandings. At this moment, it is the bright moon rising from the sea and sharing the good time at this end of the world...

I suddenly understood: What is the trend that is hopeless? What is the trend that is not in line with history? Why is she not determined by these things? They are living, they are advancing and retreating together, and they are trying their best to maintain it. Then in this life, they are themselves the trend and themselves are themselves the trend. Like the eternal wind, no action does not mean they are dead, but are brewing an extremely surging rampage.

Their ideals will one day be realized to the point of unscrupulousness!

So in the future, she decided to go as she used to...
Chapter completed!