Many times, the past is like a gust of wind. When it blows, it is often so unexpected.
I don’t know where the sadness comes from, but it exists so really, forming a layer of mist that lingers, so oppressive that people can’t breathe.
Fang Lin's story is not long, but it is tragic enough.
It's not like Fang Lin has never thought about why Gu Liangwei did what he did, without leaving any room for it.
The only reason Fang Lin could think of was the Shura Angel.
That was the first time she saw Shura Angel.
Unlike Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying didn't have much reaction at all when she saw the Shura Angel. The only possibility was that she was frightened.
Including Chu Xiaoran, they are all the same.
Because they don't know the existence of Emperor Flame Angel.
But Gu Liangwei is different. She is Fengxue Yuanling, a mainland legend like Fang Lin.
She must have heard something about Shura Angel.
Shura Angel is probably a taboo existence. In Yan Liuli's words, there have already been a few words about Fang Lin.
Although the truth has not gone through a face-to-face confrontation, in fact, I have already guessed it.
And what about Fang Lin?
Did he do anything wrong?
The most outrageous fact is that the appearance of Shura Angel that time was just because of her... that's all.
The past is just the past. The past has no meaning.
In the simple bun shop, Fang Lin disappeared very abruptly, and the spiritual stones placed on the table reflected bright light.
I can't eat this meal anymore.
On the street, Fang Lin walked slowly and unhurriedly, like a visitor visiting this place for the first time. However, Fang Lin's temperament was so unique that he couldn't help but attract the attention of passers-by on the street.
Probably, the reason for these attention rituals is not only temperament, but also appearance.
Fang Lin lowered his head and looked at himself, his eyes hesitated for a moment, then stood up and changed direction.
Not long after, Fang Lin came to a tailor shop.
His white warlord uniform was originally a gift from an old friend. Come to think of it, he was a pretty good man! But now, this white uniform looks a bit out of place.
After customizing a style, Fang Lin left the tailor shop and continued wandering on the street aimlessly.
The sky gradually became darker.
There was a teahouse open at the corner of the street, and Fang Lin could already feel it from a distance. There was a gentleman inside who was telling strange stories about the world. From time to time, it would attract cheers from the audience.
Fang Lin thought for a while, then walked into the teahouse around the corner, found a comfortable seat and ordered a pot of tea.
The teahouse was bustling with activity, and the gentleman's tone was humorous and full of ups and downs, but what Fang Lin heard in his ears were all rumors from outside.
Legend has it that a while ago in Jisi City, a woman who looked like a fairy came to the city.
The woman's bare feet were actually floating all the way forward. If this city was not an extraordinary city and people knew about the existence of monks, they would have directly regarded the woman as a female ghost! The woman was extremely beautiful,
There are crisp wind chimes hanging on his hands and feet. Every time the breeze blows, the sound of the bells can be heard far away.
That night, there were so many guests in the small living room that even the aisles were filled with people, and that strange woman was floating on the phoenix at the top of the attic.
The actors on the stage came out one after another, but no one in the audience came to listen to the play.
The actors on the stage acted out vulgar plots, but the women in the audience had tears in their eyes.
That night, the living quarters were brightly lit and they sang and sang all night long.
That night, everyone witnessed that the fairy-like woman shed tears all night long.
By the morning of the next day, there was an extra beautiful woman in the small abode in the human world. Her eyes were tied with white silk ribbons and her head was full of silver hair.
After she flew out of the human world for a while, she flew higher and higher, until she reached the sky above the city. A huge wind wheel grew under her feet, and the gorgeous light reflected the wind and snow all over the city.
It's swaying.
But in the end, the wind wheel suddenly shattered, and it shattered into overwhelming ice crystals, which looked like stars all over the sky in the sun, and flew far, far away.
In the sky, an ethereal voice that sounded like a fairy was left, "It's time for the wind and snow to disappear."
The snowflakes all over the city lasted for almost several hours before disappearing, and the fairy woman had disappeared when the wind wheel shattered.
But the legends in Jisi City are like the spread of snowflakes, spreading farther and farther.
I was blinded overnight, and my head turned white overnight.
..."My lord, wake up! My lord!"
Fang Lin suddenly opened his eyes and saw the waiter greeting him.
Fang Lin glanced around and saw that it was already dark outside.
The waiter smiled kindly and said, "Sir, we are closing. Please come back tomorrow!"
Fang Lin rubbed his forehead, put down a spirit stone, stood up and disappeared.
The waiter was dumbfounded on the spot. After a few seconds, he turned around and looked at the crystal stone on the table, "Ling... Lingshi..."... On the busiest street, there was a three-story building.
The entire small building is filled with simple and elegant textures, and a row of peach trees are uniquely planted in front of the door.
Although it is not the peak season at this time, the peach blossoms are blooming beautifully.
In front of the door, there are a few grand characters written on the top plaque.
A small stay on earth.
Fang Lin looked deeply at these four characters. What did Fang Lin's eyes look like?
This feeling is too deep and complicated, and the explanation in words is really pale.
It wasn't until a moment later that Fang Lin suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes dropped to the door, he stood up and walked in.
This is an inn, not just an inn.
In the lobby on the first floor, there were indeed actors performing their accents on the stage, but Fang Lin only glanced at them casually.
Fang Lin's attention was all on this pavilion.
There, there is a lifelike phoenix.
Fang Lin stared at the phoenix for a long time. After a while, the person appeared directly on top of the phoenix.
Suspended in mid-air, Fang Lin's eyes gradually fell on the stage.
Well, the opera singers here have really good accents, so it’s no wonder that she could stay here and listen to them all night long.
Gradually, people in the small building discovered Fang Lin above, and they were all shocked.
The legend from a while ago is still circulating. Fang Lin's actions immediately aroused people's imagination. Some people even questioned whether Fang Lin's actions were grandstanding?
And when a faint pressure appeared on Fang Lin's body, those noisy voices immediately disappeared.
In the quiet lobby, there were only the melodious voices of the actors and the curious eyes of everyone.
This night, the small residence in the world was brightly lit again, and music was played all night long!
