Chang'an, Chu family.
Chu Yao dressed in a light shirt, quietly leaned under the peach blossom tree, and looked at the long sword in her hand by the light moonlight.
This is her saber when she was at Lingxi Jianfeng.
Unparalleled sharpness, cutting iron like mud, but nameless.
Chu Yao watched quietly for a while, and then put the sword away, peach blossoms were scattered in the moonlight, and a silver butterfly followed the petals, floating on the sword in front of her eyes.
Yindie's wings were injured, and she tried to fly several times, but she couldn't fly.
Depressed look.
Chu Yao was slightly startled, stretched out her hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the butterfly, the butterfly turned into powder and disappeared.
"… "
Chu Yao raised her head.
The girl in a big coat looked lazily, sitting on the eaves of hers, squinting at her with a pair of almond eyes, soft black hair draped over her shoulders, and a few silver butterflies flying around her.
Chu Yao took a look and then withdrew her eyes, stood up and walked into the room.
"Elder sister is too calm." Chu Yi's voice was indifferent, unable to detect any emotion, "...I don't like this."
Chu Yao did not speak.
"I never understood."
"Why do some people know where to go when they are born?"
Chu Yao raised her eyes and looked at her: "You came to me just to tell me this?"
The shallow moonlight shone on the girl, and the youngest head of the Chu family looked at her, raised his hand slightly, and a butterfly landed on her fingertips.
"… "
"It seems that no one can understand me anymore." Chu Yi's voice was indifferent.
It's not sad, nor is it very sad, it's just stating a fact, it's very plain.
Can't hear any emotion.
"You said I was extreme." Chu Yi paused, "But, even I don't quite understand why I am like this."
The butterfly moved its wings slightly.
Chu Yao looked at her silently.
"Are you saying that things in this world are weird?" Seeing that Chu Yao didn't speak, Chu Yi smiled, "You can't hold the things you like, and you can't kill the people you hate."
"The thing you like doesn't belong to you, then it's wrong in your hands." Chu Yao said: "There can't be people who are not annoying in this world, and you can't kill everyone."
Chu Yi smiled and said, "Look, in this world, no one will stand by my side."
She looked up at the moon and said, "If someone I like said what I just said."
"I'll tell her."
"Just hold whatever you like in your hand."
"Damn, I'll make you never see her again."
When Chu Yi said this, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was really talking sweetly to his lover.
Chu Yi paused and looked at Chu Yao below, "I think... we should be the same, sister."
"I remember that the Chu family has a lot of affairs, and you should do a little bit of it." Chu Yao neither denied nor admitted what Chu Yi said, but said lightly: "Don't forget that you are the head of the Chu family now."
Chu Yi chuckled: "Do you think I really don't like this position?"
"As long as it's not yours, I don't care who sits in this position."
Chu Yao said "Oh" and pushed the door in, "Then you can do whatever you want."
The silver butterfly surrounding the girl turned into powder in the blink of an eye.
Chu Yi thought expressionlessly, what are you doing here
in the room.
The windows are closed.
Chu Yao thought about her sister's eyes and didn't quite understand it.
Obviously got what I wanted.
When you look at her, why does she still look like she has nothing
"… "
Obviously shed the same blood, but live in a different world.
Chu Yao laughed at herself and looked at her hand.
The slender and powerful fingertips vaguely left the touch of the silver butterfly that couldn't fly just now kissing the fingertips.
Cold, gentle, yet indescribably powerless.
However, there is a strange bond that conveys an inexplicable feeling...
-You see, in this world, no one will stand by my side.
no.
"Your world is too small."
Only accept what you want to accept, only love what you want to love... But there are too few people in this world that can make her love Chu Yi.
In the end, the world is getting narrower and more crowded, so crowded that once you can't catch what you like.
… will be nothing.
"no… "
Chu Yao's voice was like the wind, floating out of the window, and finally, like those butterflies that turned into powder, it was silent.
She actually wanted to say a lot—
Just like when you were young when you met Xia Ge who was willing to protect you.
There will always be a time when there will always be someone who will be the hero in your heart.
But when your hero falls in love with another person.
… It's like the day when the beauty has bones, so the day when the hero grows old.
In the end, Chu Yao still didn't say anything, just sighed softly.
Chu Yi looked at the bright moon in the sky, and after a while, she stretched out her hand.
A broken butterfly, slowly condensed at her fingertips, slowly flapped its wings, and flew towards the distant sky.
look.
It's not that she can't understand her.
= =
In Fengyue Continent, the tide of evil spirits is becoming more and more rampant, and the world is constantly cholera.
For a time, the group was angry and hated Qin Shuang, the little demon priest who released evil spirits. Just when more and more people joined the group of heroes held by the Chang family to fight against the little demon priest, a rumor began to quietly ferment.
"Have you heard... The Glory of the Sky is said to have been made by Ye Wucai, a talented caster of the Ye family a hundred years ago..."
"Hey, who doesn't know this, the Ye family wasn't destroyed a few years ago..."
"Hey, I really don't know, the Ye family... A few years ago, there was a Ye family. Haven't heard of the ancient clothing charm in his family?"
"And isn't this Glory of the Firmament brought out from the Baimeng Cave by the little son of the Chang family?"
"Perhaps after several accidents, I accidentally flowed into the Baimeng Cave..."
"Where did the accident come from, Baimeng Cave is rare once in hundreds of years!"
In fact, Baimeng Point does not appear only once in hundreds of years, but the Chinese civilization is extensive and profound. You say that a farmer who hoes on the ground at noon and lives for hundreds of years has nothing to do with Baimeng Point in the sky. It is not impossible to see it once in a few decades.
Xia Ge, who is completely entangled in a well-prepared disaster, is another matter. How many people in this world have really been to the dangerous Baimeng Cave many times
"I heard that the Ye family was wiped out by the Demon Sect a few years ago... Could it be that the remnants of the Demon Sect have been hiding in the Baimeng Cave?"
Although this statement sounds plausible, upon careful consideration, there are still many doubts.
Someone couldn't help but say: "Then the demon sect was so powerful, why didn't you take out the glory of the sky?"
Everyone is suspicious.
"Hey, don't talk about this. It is said that this Glory of the Sky is upright, but it can suppress the evil spirits. As long as you take it out, you can suspend the turbulent tide of evil spirits."
"Yes, yes, it may not be impossible to discuss with the Chang family owner..."
"… "
Gossip like this is unstoppable.
In addition to doubting the origin of the glory of the sky, these rumors, without exception, are forcing the Patriarch of the Chang family to sacrifice the glory of the sky to quell the tide of evil spirits.
teahouse.
The sound of silk and bamboo is elegant and rare.
An exquisite compartment with light incense and a small tea table on the tatami.
The girl held her chin, her red clothes bloomed like red lotuses, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and she pushed a cup of warm tea towards the boy opposite the table, her fingers slender and white.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The delicate bone china tea had a faint scent of tea, Ye Ze paused, and his voice was calm: "Long time no see."
"You're not surprised at all." Su Chuan poured himself a cup of tea and smiled, "It's just that the recent wind sounds a little interesting."
Ye Ze did not speak.
"It's the Chu family." Su Chuan smiled nonchalantly and said straight to the point, "Hundred Ghost Caves really spared no effort in spreading rumors that are beneficial to you."
Ye Ze said: "What do you want to ask?"
"Don't ask anything." Su Chuan's eyes swept across his waist inadvertently. Ye Ze was dressed in Lingxi Jianfeng's blue and white sword clothes, with eyebrows like blades, bright black eyes, and a high-spirited look. He was a graceful young man.
It's just that the bamboo scabbard sword that the young man had brought out from Baimeng Cave was gone, and it was replaced by an unknown long sword.
Su Chuan knew Ye Ze's previous sword that belonged to Xia Wushuang.
It's just that Ye Ze is a disciple of Lingxi Peak, and the origin of this questioning sword really made Su Chuan not like it, so he turned a blind eye.
But now that the sword is missing from Ye Ze, it is really thought-provoking.
"It's just that I'm not very good at hospitality, and I always ask some unflattering topics when I come up." Su Chen smiled and took a sip of tea, "Here we use tea instead of wine, I apologize."
Ye Ze looked at her, but didn't mean to touch the tea.
The corners of Su Chuang's eyes were slightly raised, and the smile was extraordinarily enchanting: "What? Are you unwilling to give this thin face?"
The girl smiled very nicely, but as long as she wasn't a fool, anyone could read the implied threat.
Ye Ze stared at her for a long time, then took up the tea and took a sip.
However, the next moment, his entire body froze slightly.
"It is said that the Ye family behaves in a low-key manner, but it is rumored that they are also from a scholarly family from generation to generation, and if you think about it, they also know some tea ceremony." Su Ran put down the tea ceremony and moved gracefully, "It is said that you don't know the fragrance of tea."
Su Chuan smiled slightly, "I just don't know if this tea, Young Master Ye, knows it or not?"
Ye Ze's body trembled slightly, he slowly, like a wooden man, put the tea in his hand on the tea table, his dark eyes stared at Su Chuan, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.
"A hundred years ago, Ye Wucai, the master casting master of the Ye family, once made the ancient clothing charm, the glory of the sky, and sighed, "I have no regrets in this life, Angelica Huangquan" and then sat in front of the clothing charm. Outside the house, no news has been leaked."
Su Ruan casually seemed to be chatting with Ye Ze, "...so much so that more than ten years ago, no one knew what the glory of the sky was."
"It's just a few years ago... Your father had a very good personal relationship with Chang Ren, the head of the Chang family, and he slipped a word after drinking..."
Ye Ze's hand holding the teacup slowly tightened, his phalanx slightly paled.
"… accidentally told this big secret."
Ye Ze suddenly said, "Enough."
Su Yan looked at him with a smile.
Ye Ze took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "You just need to tell me where the person who goes with this tea is."
"Other, I... don't want to hear it."
The secrets that I have already learned from Hundred Ghosts Cave, like scraping bones and cutting flesh, are like domestic ugly, so I naturally don't listen to them again in front of outsiders.
Su Chuang smiled lightly: "It's naturally no problem."
But she changed her words, "But..."
Ye Ze said: "Do you want to ask about the sword from before?"
Su Chuan smiled and said, "I like talking to smart people."
Ye Ze was silent for a while, but then turned around and said, "The taste of this tea is very good."
… It was made by his mother back then, and it was also her favorite tea.
He forgot everything, and he couldn't forget the smell of tea.
Ye Ze paused, then said, "I have given the sword to someone else."
Su Chuan didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.
Ye Ze put down the tea and lowered his eyelashes, "I can only say so much."
When you're done, get up and leave.
"Sometimes, people have to learn to be cunning." Su Chuan casually looked at his empty tea cup, and said, "It's easy to suffer a loss if your back is too straight... Of course, it's not good if it's too curved, and it's easy to be looked down upon."
"Although I don't like you, but I think someone will like it."
The screen moved slightly.
In this small tea room, it seems that some secret door has been opened.
Soft footsteps.
With a familiarity that travels through time.
It's like a memory from a long, long time ago, like a gentle glance that I can think of when I dream back at midnight.
Ye Ze stood there, not daring to move.
until a warm voice sounded.
"… my son?"