Hello, Yan Chaobai

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Yan Chaobai has seen snow most since he was born.

Today, the snowy shadow was swaying and rustling as usual, the only difference was that the person opposite had a particularly nice smile.

Yan Chaobai suddenly understood why Cang Yun said "like" to Chunyang.

He laughed, as if the originally chilling world suddenly revealed a spring of spring to you.

If a literati becomes attached to him, he will most likely be able to leave a few golden and jade stories about Fengyue.If a painter makes friends with him, there will be a few more rare pictures of him and his lover in the world.

"You are that Chunyang." Yan Chaobai said.

He had seen Chunyang half-faced from afar in Chengdu, no wonder he felt familiar just now.

Chunyang stretched out his hand to brush the blade, and the sword quietly returned to its sheath, and he spoke, his tone was as calm as an ancient sword: "He is alright."

Yan Chaobai recalled Cang Yun's wild pupils that day again, and couldn't help but whisper: "Okay, he's doing well."

"It's just dead without a whole body."

The fact that the shroud of horse leather is not returned in the end is really nothing to the army.

Chun Yang was stunned for a moment, and then slightly suppressed his smile, a trace or two of belonging to the mortal world leaked out of his usually light eyes: "Oh?"

Yan Chaobai stared at him and nodded heavily.

Chun Yang was silent.The three-foot Qingfeng beside him was restless at this moment, trembling slightly.

"He's dead." Yan Chaobai said, "But I haven't found his... body."

But for a moment, the ancient sword returned to silence, Chunyang said lightly: "I'm afraid he won't die so easily."

"Then do you want him to live, or to have his bones completely cold?" Yan Chaobai asked coldly.

Chunyang lowered his eyes, and Yan Chaobai saw his own hollow shadow in his eyes, like an indelible shell, floating outside the indifferent color.

Only Chunyang himself is the only one with smudged eyes.

"I'm not slack." Chunyang said, "He may wish to go back to a certain past, but I firmly believe that once things happen, they cannot be changed."

His narration was quite plain, but not overly indifferent, and he answered the boy's question in an appropriate tone.

"There is no hope between me and him." Chunyang said, "Death or life is his own choice."

Chun Yang is obviously not a talkative person.His words are so heartfelt that there is no need to say much.

Yan Chaobai didn't like wasting too much talking.

"Why did you come here?" The young man pulled out a crystal jade lock from his chest. The jade was nourished by body temperature for many days, and the color was much moister than before. Unswerving until death.

"Why come here?" Chunyang's gaze froze slightly on the concentric lock.The white-clothed Taoist priest smiled very lightly, and the burning beauty was still the same as before. After pondering for a while, he slowly opened his lips, "I also really want to know the answer to this question."

Bless the sun and the moon as an alliance, and show the world as a lesson.

Roaring mountains and rivers as evidence, worshiping gods and ghosts as evidence.

From then on, the high mountains did not hinder his ambitions, and the deep streams continued to travel.

The fleeting years do not destroy its meaning, and the wind and frost do not hide its feelings.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and thorns, you will walk with your sword calmly and without fear.

In this life and in this life, never leave and never give up, forever and ever, promise each other (sincere heart).

We all believed in these things.

No one will go to the end at the beginning, people are like this, and so are feelings.

It's just, overdrawn, with all that it has, on credit to the end of the day.

Then, ushered in the timely harvest.

Whoever can jump out of this track will be able to go further in the new world.

Yan Chaobai left Chunyang.

He walked through every inch of land in the Tang Dynasty, saw every scenery in the world, and heard every story of the rivers and lakes, but he never met people like them again.

Tianbao 16 years, Chengdu.

"I said, bullying children is not a good behavior."

Yan Chaobai tried hard to get up.His left hand was almost crushed, and the monthly palm piercing injury swelled wildly in the exhausted meridian, draining all the strength in his body.

"Don't mind your own business!"

There seemed to be a slight sigh, and then, the light of the knife flew up.

Yan Chaobai heard the sound of limbs falling to the ground, and then a slender white hand cut off the pungent blood and stretched out in front of his eyes, a hollow hole in the hand was shocking.

"Long time no see, Yan Chaobai."