One red and one blue, facing each other from north to south, shining together on a lake in the mountains.
Vast waves of smoke drifted gently across the lake, following the light from the mountains to the west, and drifted into the small island in the center of the lake, blowing on the tall purple bamboo and ringing like wind chimes.
On the other side of the bamboo forest, the light shining into the mountain can still illuminate this place.
At the foot of a small hillside, there is a pool of clear water. An upside-down fishing line is reflected in the clear jade water. There are ripples in the water, and there are smart reed and blue carp swimming in it.
The bamboo pole hanging with the fishing line is held in the hands of a white-haired man. A thick beard hangs on his face, which is darker than his hair. He looks at the fish in the water that are reluctant to take the bait with his two sleepy eyes.
, Hand yawned again.
Next to the bamboo pavilion where the man was leaning, there was a square of clear water floating on the pool. In the water were two small blue fish caught yesterday. Looking across from the fish in the lake, they looked like fish swimming in the air.
"Yunsheng."
Suddenly, a soft and clear call came from the purple bamboo forest behind the hillside.
"It's time to eat."
The sound was so gentle that water could flow out, and the sleepy-eyed man suddenly cheered up. Regardless of the bamboo pole in the water, he stood up and stretched out of the bamboo pavilion, climbed up the hillside, and folded along the nine curves.
The wooden bridge leads into the bamboo forest.
"Wow."
Shortly after he left, the clear water suspended in that area was like broken crystal, the water droplets scattered into dust, and two blue carps jumped into the pool with their heads and tails swaying.
Bai Yunsheng climbed up the stairs along the stone road and walked into a stilt bamboo house in the bamboo forest.
Directly east of the house, under the hill near the lake, stood a simple tomb. On the simple tombstone was engraved a line of words written with finger power:
The tomb of my grandfather Bailuzhou.
This is Jinluan Daze, and it is also the home of Bai Yunsheng.
At that time, he decided to leave Liangzhou and returned to the Zizhu Forest with Mu Chengxue. In this place full of memories, the two of them lived for two years, living a simple and casual life, clean and undisturbed.
It's just that Daze is still the same Daze, but home is no longer that home.
"Yunsheng." Mu Chengxue took a mouthful of food and said softly, "Senior Bai's death anniversary will be in a few days."
Bai Yunsheng said with a smile on his already weathered face: "I know, why do you say this so suddenly?"
Mu Chengxue hesitated for a moment, then asked with a hint of meaning in her words: "Are you still going to wait?"
But Bai Yunsheng only focused on putting food into his mouth and did not answer her.
"Every year on your death anniversary, you will sit there for seven nights..."
Before the beauty could finish speaking, Bai Yunsheng had put down his bowls and chopsticks and asked softly: "Xue'er, do you like this kind of life?"
"Of course," Mu Chengxue said with a charming smile, "As long as you are there, I like it."
Bai Yunsheng stood up and walked to the beauty, held Mu Chengxue's boneless aunt, looked at her without blinking, and said seriously:
"Xue'er, don't worry, I know what I want to do."
Mu Chengxue also put down her bamboo chopsticks and felt the warmth from her palms. She stopped talking and smiled happily with her worried eyebrows.
Home is no longer that home, because someone has left and someone has come.
Fortunately, the wine is still the same glass of wine.
When Mu Chengxue put away the dishes, there were two more wine jars containing thirty-year-old bamboo leaves beside Bai Yunsheng.
When the wine was gone and the beauty fell asleep, it was already late at night outside the bamboo forest.
Haishi.
The mountains are in a dream.
The moon-dappled lake water is as calm as jade.
A black shadow held a bloody sword and danced in the wind on the lake.
The shadow is like frost, the inch is like the light of a needle, the stars move and the stars fall, the sword energy returns to the clan.
"call."
The sword was withdrawn, and the cold wind that had stayed on the lake for a long time blew ripples and drifted towards the distant mountains and forests.
Under the moonlight, a figure fell with the wind and stood quietly behind Bai Yunsheng.
"Young master's swordsmanship has improved a lot."
The shadow of the moon was thin, and one could see that the person coming had long purple-red hair, and a strange purple-black firework adorned the center of his eyebrows. He was none other than the Netherworld General of the Juntian Palace, Qianshi.
Bai Yunsheng put away the longevity sword, raised his eyes to look at the moon, and said slowly:
"General Qian is amused. The Qingqiu Fox Clan's Bodhi Sword Technique is so exquisite that I have yet to understand its essence."
Qianshi was not interested in Bodhi Sword Technique, so he got straight to the point: "When will the young master decide to leave?"
Bai Yunsheng didn't answer but asked: "How is it outside now?"
Qian Shidao: "A month ago, the public losers, Bai family, Xue family and Sima family were attacked by Yanyu Tower again."
Bai Yunsheng asked: "What's the result?"
Qian Shi's stiff expression looked particularly cold in the moonlight. He said: "The four major families have suffered a lot of losses, but they still have some strength left. However, according to my investigation, the seals of the four original branches of the Central Plains have been destroyed, and
It has not been repaired yet.”
"Humph, they still succeeded." Bai Yunsheng smiled coldly, then changed the topic and continued, "How is the ghost-killing plan going?"
Qianshi said with some caution:
"Sir, the branches in the Four Major Continents and Jingzhou are all mature and can launch attacks at any time. However, Yanyu Tower has already understood our existence."
"It doesn't matter, it would be strange if you didn't know."
Bai Yunsheng turned around just then, and his shadow fell on the lake, just covering the moon in the water.
he asked:
"How are those people doing now?"
Qianshi knew who Bai Yunsheng was asking, and said:
"Yi Fengxiao is still in the Yanyu Tower. He has been promoted to the assassin of the Earth Group, and his strength is already in the main camp. Xiang Wujian and Murong Chen have no news about them for the time being. As for Miss Xue, she has now taken the position of head of Canghai Pavilion.
"
Bai Yunsheng smiled in surprise: "Oh? Bing'er is in charge of Canghai Pavilion?"
For this wonderful woman, he had sent people to Wuyun Mountain to secretly protect her since he conquered the Yidi Mountain Demon Territory. He has always thought about it in these years.
And Xue Bing's ability to break out of the trap and board the Dabao mostly had the intention of killing spirits.
…
Seeing the moon and thinking about people, practicing sword sharpening my heart.
Qianshi has left Jinluan Daze without anyone noticing.
Bai Yunsheng still danced his sword against the moon alone, thinking quietly in his heart.
In the past two years, he has improved both his camp position and the Green Soul Realm, and has mastered the first level of the Earthly Evil Heart Sutra. However, he still has not been able to break through the second level of the Heart-Eating Curse and the last move of the Bodhi Sword Technique.
And the second form of Tianni is even more invisible.
Bai Yunsheng knew that he had reached a certain bottleneck, and no matter how hard he practiced, he could not make any further progress.
This depression has been holding him back for half a year.
However, just when he was dancing for thousands of generations, outside Jinluan Daze, at the other end of Xiong'er Mountain.
A blue full moon hangs in the deep sky, exuding circles of aqua-blue cold smoke, like a frozen heart, facing the bright moon across the galaxy from a distance.
The forest is dark under the moon.
In a quiet valley where neither the moon nor the stars can shine, two white figures, one clear and one dark, are like two white ghosts jumping out of the dark night.
