In the early morning, Lingshan Sect Cangjian Pavilion, Jiufeng Mountain.
The morning dew condenses into crystals, and they turn into a series of frost hanging under the eaves, like a row of bright crystal necklaces.
This is the residence where the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion live. It is called Huitianju. It was originally called Mojian Pavilion. The name means grinding a sword for ten years and was named after Chaotian Que, the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
At that time, the Hidden Sword Pavilion was high-spirited and everyone was very excited. They were holding back their energy to prove themselves and wanted to make a splash.
Later, under the leadership of Chaotian Que, they did it. There were more than 2,300 disciples in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, all of them fought bravely and fought hard to move forward. After ten years of sharpening their swords, they became famous all over the world!
But with the disappearance of Chaotian Que, the Hidden Sword Pavilion began to decline rapidly. In order to desperately maintain the status of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion made huge sacrifices. Every time they went on a mission, someone would die in battle, and serious injuries would be treated lightly. thing.
The original Mojian Tower also became a place for them to recuperate from their injuries. At that time, the leader of Lingtian Thirteen Swords, Uncle Junior, joked that the Mojian Tower had become a place to recuperate from their injuries, and that everyone needed elixir to recover.
As a result, Mojian Tower has slowly become what everyone calls "Return to Heaven", and they all hope that one day they can save the day!
But as time goes by, they slowly realize that this is an ominous name, and in fact they have no way to save it!
…
There was a crisp sound of "ding bell", and the senior brother suddenly came back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he had walked to the "Fanghua Ting" where the female disciples of Huitianju lived.
Most of the female disciples in the spiritual world are elegant people. At least after practicing for a long time, they will be more or less tainted with a lot of elegance. They decorate their residences to be elegant and exquisite, just like this: looking around the flowers and trees, the dense green is everywhere. There is a balcony in a rare place, and the curtains are moving in the breeze.
The pavilion is hidden in the jungle, and the wind chimes are hidden deep under the attic. The senior brother is in the courtyard. At this moment, he seems to see the scene of the past reappearing in front of him.
It was a sunny day with light wind and clear clouds. The golden sunshine shone down, making people so warm that they felt lazy and didn't want to move.
Not far away, a burst of crisp laughter mixed with the ringing of bells came like a gentle ripple. Senior Brother felt as if he was struck by lightning. He turned around and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard, only to see a man with bright eyes and good eyesight. A woman with red lips and white teeth, smiling sweetly, came holding a piece of peach blossom in her hand. Behind her were two female disciples with equally delicate features.
When the three women saw the senior brother, they immediately paused happily, slowed down their steps, and calmed down their posture. They changed from the cheerful little girl Biyu to the calm lady of the big family.
"It's you..." The woman who smiled sweetly stopped her smile, but there were still two extremely beautiful dimples at the corners of her mouth. She smiled and said to the senior brother, "What can I do for you?"
There were tears in the eyes of the senior brother. His lips moved. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a shy voice coming from the side: "Xiao Xiao... Xiao, my uncle asked me to get the Lanyundan."
The senior brother turned around and saw a young and shy man standing not far away. It was him from decades ago!
At that time, I tried my best to pretend to be calm in front of the little senior sister, not wanting the other party to see my feelings. But at this time, the senior brother took a look and felt that even a blind man could clearly see what he was saying at that time. His emotions almost overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
The two female disciples next to the young senior sister were laughing and chatting in low voices. Their eyes couldn't help but glance at the young senior brother. They covered their mouths, giggled, and whispered: "Look at this idiot!"
When he was young, the senior brother was at a loss and his cheeks were slightly red, but the young senior sister did not make it difficult for him at all. She left like a gust of wind and came back like a gust of wind. She handed a small green medicine bottle into the hands of the senior brother. The gentle voice warned: "Go and tell that guy who knows how to order others. He has hands and feet. He can take things by himself. Why bother my junior brother?"
When he was young, the elder brother's neck was a little red. He managed to maintain his composure and said nervously: "No, it doesn't matter. My uncle has something to do. It's my duty to help my nephew. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
The two female disciples next to them couldn't help but giggle. This laughter made the young senior brother unable to stand. He said in a panic: "Little senior sister, is there anything else? Yes, if everything is okay, then I, I, I will…”
"Hey, wait a minute..." The little senior sister called out to the young senior brother who was trying to escape. She stepped forward and gently pulled out the folded collar for him, and then swept it for him like a gentle wife. He swept the folds of his robe, patted the dust on his shoulders, and said, "You're so old, you don't pay attention to how you look! Go ahead and remember to bring your words to me! You are too honest, an honest man, you are at such a disadvantage!" "
The senior brother stared at his young self as if he was running away. He was so ashamed that he made the two female disciples laugh. At that time, he subconsciously looked back and saw that the young senior sister She looked at him with a smile on her face. That smile was like the gentle ripples on the smooth mirror-like lake surface on a cool summer day, and the ripples poured into her heart.
The senior brother had tears in his eyes. He stretched out his trembling hand to touch the little senior sister next to him, but just when his hand was about to touch the little senior sister, her figure turned into fly ash like residual snow and suddenly dissipated.
It's still the Heavenly Residence, it's still the Fang Hua Ting, but it's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the ice crystal curtains are hanging. Although there is a high winter sun, it is bitingly cold when it shines on the body.
The tears flowing down the senior brother's cheeks had already frozen into ice. He stretched out his hands in panic to save the "little senior sister" who had turned into ashes and scattered. However, when he turned around, he saw that the little senior sister had fallen into a pool of blood. , blood kept pouring out of her throat, and she tightly grasped the hand of the senior brother next to her. She struggled and whispered: "Promise me... You must promise me!"
The senior brother suppressed his grief and said with choked sobs: "Yes, yes, I promise you..."
But the little senior sister didn't let go. She still clung to the hand of her senior brother who was holding her tightly. She struggled with all her strength and said, "You, what did you promise me?"
The eldest brother burst into tears, choked with sobs and couldn't speak: "I promise you that I will never avenge you! If you violate this promise, your body and soul will be destroyed and you will die!"
The little senior sister laughed, with relief in her smile. Her red lips twitched slightly, and she murmured in a low voice: "Stupid, stupid, I... I..."
With tears streaming down his face, the senior brother came up to his lips and cried, "Senior sister, what did you say?"
With a smile and tears in her eyes, the little senior sister said in a low voice: "Hi, I like it... Hi..."
"Little senior sister, what did you say?" When the senior brother raised his head to look again, he found that the smile on the face of the beauty in his arms had solidified, and she could no longer speak.
He could no longer know what the little senior sister was going to say next!
Do you like him or your junior uncle
He will never know!
"Little Senior Sister!! No!!" The senior brother looked up to the sky and roared with grief and anger, and his voice was heard far away in the gloomy night.
…
When the eldest brother came back to his senses, he had tears streaming down his face. He was covered in frost as he stood there for who knows how long.
He moved slowly, pushed open one of the doors, and came to the little senior sister's boudoir.
Although no one has lived here for many years, it is still neatly tidied and spotless. When the senior brother came to the desk, he slowly sat down and stared blankly at the pen and ink placed on the desk. Paper inkstone, as if he saw the scene when the young senior sister held his hand and taught him how to draw talismans.
All of this made the senior brother unable to help himself. He choked and cried in a low voice: "Senior sister, I'm sorry! I haven't found the murderer for so many years! I... I am not willing to accept it, I really am not willing to accept it! You won't let me find it. Murderer! But I haven't been able to sleep well for so many years! As soon as I close my eyes, I can see you! I can see you dying in my arms! I, I am really unwilling! I can't die , if I die! Who will avenge you!"
While crying, the senior brother whispered: "You will forgive me, right? Little senior sister? I did the right thing, right?"
The senior brother's voice spread softly in the attic where Fanghuating lived alone, lingering faintly in the courtyard.