It's late at night.
There is no moon tonight, only stars.
At Danfeng, the dining table under the old locust tree was littered with cups and plates and covered with white locust tree petals, but no one was eating or drinking at the table.
A cool night breeze blew over, blowing up the petals on the ground, on the table, and on the trees. In the dim starlight, the white petals danced under the trees.
A faint flute sound was heard.
Li Shiyin tied her hair, pushed open the door of the living room, and walked out while tying her apron. She walked to the dining table, skillfully gathered the remaining food together, stacked the bowls that could be stacked, picked up the wine glasses, wine pots, chopsticks, etc. that were scattered on the ground, sorted them out a little, picked up the two stacks of bowls and walked back to the living room door.
After three or four times, she took all the dishes and chopsticks on the table back into the house. She then took the table towel and wiped the table carefully.
She went back to the kitchen, changed the dish towel, and washed the dishes three times, cleaning each one and putting them back in the cabinet where the dishes were stored.
The dishes were washed, the pots and stoves were washed, and the kitchen floor was swept again. As usual, the kitchen was cleaned after dinner.
The flute is still playing.
She untied her apron and hung it on the hanger at the kitchen door, then picked up a comb, hair tie, hairpin, mirror and other things nearby, walked out of the cabin and came to the dining table.
She placed the mirror firmly on the table, with the mirror facing herself, moved a chair to sit down, untied her hair tie, and let her long hair fall freely. She gathered her hair in front of her, picked up the comb, and quietly combed her hair in front of the mirror.
As if it were normal.
The flute sounds keep ringing and the locust flowers keep falling.
Following the sound of the flute, I came to the roof of a small wooden house. Qin Ran was half leaning on the ridge, squinting his eyes, with a hint of drunkenness in them, playing the jade flute.
The clear sound of a flute spread out and echoed in the sky above Daojian Gate.
The night wind blew, ruffling his hair and clothes, and the strands of hair were disturbed. The wind blew the sound of the flute toward Xijian Lake.
At the intersection of Xijian Lake and Danfeng Creek, there is a tall, simple, rough cat climbing frame, where Zhuifeng is sleeping. This cat climbing frame is his favorite.
He also drank a lot of wine and was a little drunk.
A lot of sadness and parting were condensed on the handsome tiger face of King Danfeng; King Danfeng's tail, which was always held high and arrogantly, also hung listlessly on the cat climbing frame.
The wind blew peach blossoms from the other side of the lake, and the peach blossoms carried the sound of the flute and floated onto the lake.
In the middle of Xijian Lake, Li An used his sword energy as a boat and lay in the boat looking at the sky.
The young man does not know sorrow, the young man does not understand separation, he just drank some wine secretly and felt dizzy.
The night wind blew gently, the lake was rippling, the sword boat was rocking, and he felt dizzy.
There are stars in the sky and there are stars in the lake. Most of the time he doesn't know whether he is floating in the sky or in the lake.
Under the old locust tree, Li Shiyin combed her long hair, put it up in a bun, tied a hairband, put on hair accessories, and inserted a hairpin.
She looked in the mirror and made minor adjustments until she was satisfied, then she gathered her tools and took them back to her room to put them away.
She walked up the wooden stairs behind the living room to the second floor of the cabin, passed through the exercise room, and returned to their room. She changed her clothes in the room and packed the clothes she wanted to take away, her master's and hers, and put them all into the Qiankun bag.
She walked out of the bedroom, locked the door, stood in the corridor, looked up and shouted:
"master…
"Let's go."
The sound of the flute on the roof paused, then continued. Not long after, Li Shiyin sensed movement outside the formation, and when she looked over, she saw a master flying back from outside.
The master flew directly from the air to the roof and merged into the body of the master on the roof.
Then there was movement again, and three clones rushed back from outside...
Three, eight, a dozen...
Gu Yueming once asked Qin Ran how many clones he had. That night, the disciples of Daojian Sect saw the figure of Danfeng's chief in the sky above Daojian Sect.
When the last clone entered Kieran's body, Kieran stood up while playing the flute.
On the cat climbing frame, Zhuifeng woke up, stood up, and leaped forward. With a body that was just the right size, he came in front of Qin Ran and leaned over him.
Qin Ran took a step forward and sat sideways.
Zhuifeng turned around, the wind started to blow, and he took off with Qin Ran.
Li Shiyin bent her knees and jumped, came behind Qin Ran, hugged Qin Ran from behind, and leaned her face on Qin Ran's back.
Zhuifeng stepped on the wind and flew out of Daojian Gate.
As he was about to leave Danfeng Peak, he swung his tail, picked up Li An from the lake, and took him away.
That night, everyone in Daojian Sect saw the Danfeng leader riding a white tiger, playing a jade flute, and heading west.
Amidst the white petals, Long Qiqi walked out of the room, watching Zhuifeng going away in the darkness, tears streaming down her face.
She raised her hand, and in her palm there was a pill filled with spiritual energy, which was called the Bu Tian Pill.
"Take care, take care, take care..." She murmured, "You must stay alive."
Someone wants to plant peach blossoms all over the mountain, and now they have planted half of the mountain. Now is the season when the peach blossoms wither, and the peach petals are flying all over the Danfeng.
A petal of peach blossom swirled in the night wind, flew to the back mountain of Danfeng, and landed on the windowsill of a cave in the back mountain.
A flawless, delicate hand reached out from the window and picked up the peach petals. The pink peach blossoms lay in the palm of the white hand.
Tu Shan lay leisurely on the windowsill, staring blankly at the direction where Qin Ran left in the darkness.
She looked at it infatuatedly and eagerly, unwilling to move away even a little.
At least there was still his presence in that direction. I would never see him again, and I couldn't even sense his presence.
How could there be such a cruel man in this world? She couldn't understand.
She had a peerless and perfect face, figure, and charm, and all men in the world would succumb to her, but not him;
She tightened her heart and quietly studied the formation on Danfeng Mountain. She wanted to plant peach blossoms all over the mountain for him, but he didn't care;
She knew that his heart belonged to Li Shiyin, and hinted that he could share her with Li Shiyin, but he did not respond;
She said she only wanted to have one night of pleasure with him, and he left with contempt.
Just a man, with her conditions, he was so lowly but got nothing in return.
Is it interesting
It's meaningless.
Is it worth it
Not worth it.
But... even if he left, she still wanted to plant peach blossoms on the hill where he once lived.
I'll be able to see it when he comes back.
She looked at the darkness, listened to the sound of the jade flute in the wind, and a large piece of her heart was swallowed by the darkness.
The world is so big, but we have to be separated and never see each other again. What kind of torture is this
Tian Wenjin stood at the top of Jianfeng Peak, looking in the darkness at the direction where Li Shiyin left.
There was a bottomless abyss in front of her, and a wild cold wind blew from below, the cold wind was like a knife, cutting the heart. She remembered that they had watched the sunrise here together. At that time, the rosy clouds were so bright and colorful that she thought that was their future.
At that time, she invited her: "Come with me to Danfeng!"
She replied, "Okay."
“Hahahaha…” The sword on her back suddenly laughed wildly, saying, “Li Shiyin! Li Shiyin! You actually fell in love with Li Shiyin! This is really ridiculous! Hahaha…
"No wonder you were able to forget me... Turns out you like women!"
Do you need a reason to forget someone
need.
She needs a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand of them. If she is not really heartbroken, how can she forget him
So does loving someone need a reason
Tian Wenjin ignored him.
In fact, Huang Feiyu was trapped in the sword, which was a sentence without a time limit... life imprisonment!
At the main peak assembly square, Daojian Sect's head Gu Yueming stood at the edge of the square, and watched Qin Ran really leave with Li Shiyin and Zhuifeng, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But after he felt relieved, he felt regretful again.
Zhuifeng is about to reach adulthood, and will be a great demon in the Spiritualization Stage, and even be able to reach the Hedao stage. If he is not taken away, he will be a top-level combat force;
Li Shiyin's talent in swordsmanship is brilliant, second only to Lu Junxing. In fact, she is able to lead monks in battle, which is unique so far. Her value is no less than Lu Junxing.
But they were all taken away by Qin Ran.
Qin Ran, Li Shiyin, and Zhui Feng, losing each one was an immeasurable loss, and he lost three of them overnight.
Gu Yueming also had to ask himself: Is it worth it
He thought of Qin Ran and gave the answer: worth it.
Qin Ran was so terrifying that he was terrified all the time.
Qin Ran's talent for cultivation was not worth mentioning. What frightened people was his endless tricks, schemes, and back-ups. It was his brain.
Tian Wenjin has a top-grade thunder spiritual root, Li Shiyin has a top-grade gold spiritual root, and Qin Ran has a top-grade brain spiritual root.
There is actually a widely circulated saying in the sect that Li Jianxian married Master Qin and married down.
In other words, with Li Jianxian's talent, Qin Shouzuo's cultivation will sooner or later be left behind, and they will definitely end up in tragedy. In the best case, Qin Shouzuo will die of old age in Li Jianxian's arms; in the worst case, when the gap between the two is too big, Li Jianxian will abandon Qin Shouzuo and turn to a better person.
But Gu Yueming could see clearly that Li Shiyin was marrying above her station by marrying Qin Ran.
In fact, Li Shiyin had to use up all her luck from several lifetimes before she met Qin Ran.
Qin Ran will never be weaker than Li Shiyin... In fact, he is much stronger than Li Shiyin. Gu Yueming dared to make such an argument.
Gu Yueming still didn't know how many clones Qin Ran had. But what he knew was that after the clones returned tonight, Qin Ran was already stronger than Li Shiyin.
Although he is stronger than Li Shiyin on paper, it is even harder to say how many tricks he has up his sleeve in secret.
In fact, we only need to put Li Shiyin and Qin Ran in the enemy's position to consider whether Li Shiyin is more formidable or Qin Ran is more formidable, and who is stronger and who is weaker, and then we can draw a conclusion.
“No matter what, Kieran is gone after all…” he thought, “On the whole, it’s still a good thing.”
But he didn't feel happy for long, and he sighed unconsciously.
Because, Kieran was gone, but not completely gone.
Perhaps the future direction of the Immortal Relics Land is still in his hands.