The first thousand three hundred and forty chapters are furious
A new round of snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and their heads were dyed with silver strands. The wind and frost covered their faces, but they could not stop their faces from moving forward.
Among the mountains in Baihua Valley, the goshawk circled for a while, waiting for its prey to appear. Ye Fuxun stood on the edge of the crane platform, stretched out her head and looked down the mountain. She couldn't help but feel dizzy. She had been feeling dizzy since she fell off the cliff last time.
I have obvious dizziness reactions to high places and cliffs.
There were colorful ribbons floating around her and gauze curtains. She couldn't help but think of the Feixian Chime Dance that she had practiced hard for three years and finally performed. At that time, she was not afraid of anything and she dared to fly up and down with only a piece of white silk tied around her body. She thought about it.
, her eyes actually fell on the fluttering gauze curtain.
There was only a whistling sound in the night, which made Ye Fuxun tremble on the cliff, unable to restrain her hands. Mingzhu was guarding her, day and night, and Ye Fuxun turned over in frustration, her face full of anxiety.
"Miss Ye, are you cold?" Mingzhu was about to add some charcoal to the stove, but saw her waving her hands: "No, I feel uncomfortable."
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? I'm going to ask the military counselor to take a look at you." Hearing that Mingzhu was going to find that demonic woman, Ye Fuxun simply sat up and said, "No need!"
"But you are like this..."
"I may have a headache due to the cold wind. If you're not sleepy, please help me make some ginger soup!" Ye Fuxun rarely spoke so much. Most of the time, he was cold and stupid.
Mingzhu responded and hurried out. Ye Fuxun watched her disappear into the room, immediately put on his fox fur and cotton boots and tiptoed to the front hall of Hetai.
Snowflakes drifted into the airy hall on three sides, and the ground was soaked. She quickly tore off the gauze and kneaded it into a rope, connecting it end to end. One end of the rope was tied to the beams of the hall, and the remaining circles were wrapped around herself.
With her slender waist, she became a water snake.
Testing that the rope was strong enough, she climbed up the edge of the fence and stepped out with her legs. She took a deep breath of cold wind into the night sky, and the snowflakes melted on her tongue.
She turned back to say her final goodbyes to the Guanyun Pavilion where the masked man was training. There were still candles there, and she knew that as long as the lights were on at Hetai every night, the masked man would not sleep peacefully.
The night in the mountains was much darker than she imagined. She couldn't see what kind of abyss there was under her feet. She only knew that if she left rashly, she might not be able to come back.
There is no passable plank road in the suspended building on the Lingxiao cliff. There were once curious rock climbers from the village who gradually entered the temple to take a peek. After returning, they became stupid and dumb, with only a few imaginative words left in their mouths: Weird state.
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Spinning in circles in the darkness, she was shaken by the night wind, and the whistling wind pulled her downwards against the cliff. She couldn't stay for a moment before spinning around.
Gradually, gradually, the rope around her waist reached the bottom, but her legs hanging in mid-air were still dangling, where she could not detect the warmth or coldness of the human world.
Looking up at the light on the cliff, it had turned into a small star. She gritted her teeth and reached for her waist. When the rope around her waist was loosened in an instant, she closed her eyes in despair.
Two more torches swayed in the dark night, and the firelight in Bai Yuxian's hand trembled slightly. He knew that all the suffering and sorrow he was about to face would be revealed!
This is an ancient cemetery. Several villages not far from Baihua Valley regard this as a geomantic treasure place to bury their ancestors. Originally, there should be more fresh loess in these old graves, but now they are all buried in white snow.
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Luo Cuiying covered her mouth and nose with one hand, her tears flowing like broken threads. She guided Bai Yuxian forward. When they came to a lonely willow tree, a small grave bulged in front of them.
The stone tablet looked very new with the first snow falling on it, and there were several bright red characters engraved on the bluestone: "The tomb of my beloved wife Ye Fuxun."
His fingers slowly slid down along the carvings of the tombstone. His eyes were blurred by tears. He suddenly thought of something. He suddenly rushed to the edge of the tombstone and dug up the soil in the snow with his bare hands, digging out the broken pieces.
Stone, digging up all the mysteries of his lover.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't be like this, don't be like this..." Luo Cuiying grabbed his bleeding hands tightly: "Please, don't be like this, okay?"
"I don't believe she is Fu Xun. I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes." His eyes were red and he looked like a furious lion: "I don't believe it..."
The Hetai was completely empty. When Mingzhu passed by with ginger soup, she felt a little strange, but she didn't pay much attention. When she entered the room and saw the deserted room, her cotton boots were gone, and her fox fur was gone. She stretched out her hand to touch it.
The quilt was also cold, and the soup bowl he was holding shattered into several pieces with a clang.
The masked man was leaning against the window and meditating when he suddenly heard a noise from outside. He immediately flew from the window sill to the crane platform and saw Mingzhu with a panicked look on his face.
He asked: "Mingzhu, what happened?"
Mingzhu said anxiously: "Master, Miss Ye has escaped!"
"Escape!" The masked man was furious. He strode to the edge of the fence and saw only a rope. He jumped without thinking...
The surrounding ground collapsed slightly, and a beautiful and delicate woman was buried in white snow. She seemed to be lying gracefully in the forest and taking a nap. Could it be the nine-tailed fox who had cultivated into a demon?
The masked man found her easily, but the woman on the ground had her eyes closed tightly, leaving a pool of scarlet blood on the back of her head. He immediately held her in his arms, covering her wound with his warm hands, and her heart unconsciously
Speed up, and speed up again.
"Would you rather die than stay with me?" He raised his head and roared at the night sky bitterly: "Do you really hate me, or do you really love him that much? Get up, get up and tell me clearly!
" He wanted to use all his strength to shake the woman in his arms to wake up, but in the end he found that it was all in vain: "Mingzhu, prepare the carriage quickly!"
There are many ghosts in the graveyard. When Bai Yuxian dug up the rotten bones, he saw that the bones were holding a silver hairpin. The pattern on the silver hairpin was very unique. The pattern wrapped a dark red gem. Anyone who knows the goods
Everyone knows that the gem is priceless.
Seeing the silver hairpin appear, Luo Cuiying couldn't help but turn away and lean against the willow tree and cry silently. Bai Yuxian looked at the silver hairpin stupidly, looking at it as if she had seen the past, but why couldn't she see it?
future?
"Drive..." A carriage hurriedly rushed out of the Valley of Flowers. The man in the carriage was distracted. He hugged the woman tightly and was looking at the swaying curtain in front of him.
The kicking carriage flashed past quickly. Bai Yuxian's back was facing the direction of the carriage. He smelled a strong smell of blood, but now, nothing in the world could match his despair, and the carriage just passed him by.