Wang Yue Han

On the bank of Wangchuan River, there are no green grasses and warblers, only blood-colored tulips, because the manjusawa will never wither here; after walking a few steps along the river bank, the shadow of mandarin ducks will appear beside him. Standing in front of the mirror, you can see everything clearly, so without hesitation, he stepped forward and stood in front of the mandarin duck mirror; a figure appeared in the mirror, and time rewinded instantly, and finally stopped at It was the place he had visited in his dream after drinking Sanshengjiu, but this time, he...became His Highness's bower; what came next was naturally the scrapped fairy bone on Zhu Xianzhu, and The person looking sideways is the fairy elder who came out of Yan Ziyao's body when he killed the civet cat that day. He has the same face as Yan Ziyao; In the hall, the immortal elder in white under the stage paid his life for him with more than 1000 life debts. Then, he was no longer an emperor, but a dude. He met that person again and pestered him for more than ten years, but the result was changed It's coming... to cut out the flesh and go out the heart, and not to be human again...

"It turns out...it turns out that I and you...have been entangled for a long time...it turns out that all dreams are not created out of nothing, so the idiot I have been laughing at is myself..."; But why! Why even if I am no longer a human being, you still want to break into my world!!!"; The third life is miserable, so I vowed not to be a human again, but I am a demon in this life, but I still can't escape this fate...

The person who peeped at the past smiled sadly, his eyes overflowed with warmth for no reason, the air was filled with the smell of fresh blood, blood and tears were filled with tears, condensed in the corner of Jiang Zihan's eyes, suddenly looking back at the past of this life, it turned out that it was just a mirror of water and moon ...

The phantom mourns, causing all the ghosts in the underworld to cry, and the ghosts on duty cry inexplicably;

In front of the mandarin duck mirror, the punishment of a hundred years will be realized immediately, and three thousand gray hairs will only grow gray;

Blood and tears flowed sideways, no longer able to arouse the slightest ripple in my heart;

Turning around in grief, I can no longer see the wanton romance of the year;

The fate of the third life will continue in this life... I would like to ask: "Brother... Do you really want to force me to be wiped out before you are willing to fulfill my love for the rest of my life? If you are not willing to fulfill it, then why don't you let me stick to one side in this life... "; "Before I entered the world of mortals, I knew that parting was as painful as a lotus heart. After I entered this world of mortals, I realized that a lotus heart is not as painful as parting..."; Fighting for beauty in the blood; walk the road of Wangchuan, and then return to the dark place, gather the soul and return to the soul, and reduce the young Shuanghua; walk a dark road, Jiang Zihan collapsed to the ground as soon as he received the exercises, and the moonlight was dim Suddenly, white snow fluttered down, blood and tears were still flowing from the corners of his eyes, the snow and blood buried each other's pain; in the bamboo house, Zhan Yue also woke up from his sleep, crying softly;

Yan Ziyao had a sleepless night, sitting alone on the top of the Lingyun Temple, he kept thinking about Jiang Zihan's sarcasm, what was the purpose of cultivating the journey of seeking immortality by himself...

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes for no reason, and he seemed to know that even if he wiped them off, the tears would not stop, so he didn't care about him, and let them drip slowly; Knowing him, Ping'er is the only person here who understands him: "Little Martial Uncle...you cried..."; in Ping'er's memory, Yan Ziyao has never shed tears, even if he suffers from pain and is punished, he doesn't cry. Snorting, ever since she saw Jiang Zihan during the day, she knew that Yan Ziyao was going to be sad again, but she never thought that he would...cry...

Yan Ziyao raised his hand to caress the tears at the corner of his eyes, and said ethereally: "Yes, but I don't know... why I cry..."; That child...doesn't seem to have a mother." Ping'er tried to whisper beside Yan Ziyao, fearing that it would make Yan Ziyao even more sad; "It's late at night, Ping'er, you should go back and rest first...or your master will find out It's time to be punished again..." The head of the sect held his sword on his shoulder, he could no longer be like before, he was drunk and relieved his worries, who said that a man would not flick his tears, but it was just not when he was sad; the lights were dim Ci Xue seemed to be weeping blood, just because of this night... Phantom Shura's white head...

In the early spring of March, peach blossoms are secretly blooming, and in a short while, the three-year gamble will come to an end.

"Brother Zihan, your hair looks like snow in winter." Mohan held a mahogany comb in her hand, and curled up strands of snowy hair. She remembered that night, when the snow covered the frost, she couldn't help asking herself: What is the vicissitudes of life? Why bother to forget each other?

Jiang Zihan didn't answer, but just waved Mohan's hand combing his hair: "Mohan, go and help me bring Zhanyue here." Before the farewell, Zunyue was the only thing he cared about in his heart, even if he wanted to leave, he would have to Arrange the child well, and never let him be alone in this world, and if there is a reliable person in this world, he will not consider anyone else except Lu Zhuofeng; Mo Han put Zhan Yue in Jiang Zihan's arms, the little guy After growing up for more than a month, Jiang Zihan looked down at Zhanyue, and smiled softly: "Zhanyue...you have to remember that you are the son of Zihan, the bamboo spirit, and no matter what happens in the future, you will not allow me Do you know that you shed tears easily? And... When you grow up, don't give out your feelings easily, feelings...it hurts people very..."; he sat outside the window with his arms in his arms, waiting for Lu Zhuo When the wind returns from going out, all of them will leave here, including Zhan Yue. Everything has a beginning and an end, love begins here, and naturally ends here;

At dusk, when Lu Zhuofeng came back from an outing, Jiang Zihan called Lu Zhuofeng into his room and handed Zhanyue to him: "Zhuofeng, I don't want to go out, so please help me take this child, Zhanyue, Take him out of the mountains to see the world of mortals. Whether it’s wandering in the mountains or the rich clothes and food, in short, it’s better to let him get used to this world of mortals early than to have nothing to deal with in the future.”; “Little Zhuzi, why do I think you’re weird? Strange? And since you came back from the shadows, the whole person seems to have lost his soul, especially those eyes, which are empty like decorations." After living here for several days, Lu Zhuofeng has been very comfortable holding the child It's not impossible to take the child out to play, but he always feels that Jiang Zihan has something to hide from him; "Okay, look at my eyes, don't they look like decorations?" Jiang Zihan blinked on purpose to show that his eyes were fine, he turned around I went to look out the window and sighed: "Actually... I asked you to take Zhanyue away because I didn't want that person to see Zhanyue when he came. There must be a break between me and him."; "Then ... Then what did you see in the mandarin duck mirror that day?" Lu Zhuofeng had asked many times, but Jiang Zihan avoided answering every time, making it impossible for him to know the result; "The past, the past, but It's just a mirror, Zhuo Feng, if you still regard me as a friend, then promise me that you will take good care of Zhan Yue... Now, he is my only concern, and I have used magic to suppress the demon in his body and control him Growth, if one day this technique fails, it should be... I, I am no longer in this world..."; love and hate are intertwined, just like a chess player who is obsessed with black and white chess, fighting scatteredly on the chessboard, and outsiders watch the chess But he couldn't speak, since Jiang Zihan had already made a decision, then he respected his choice: "Okay, I promise you, I will never let your son suffer from the ups and downs, and what's more, Doesn’t Yun have a younger brother of the emperor, that kid also likes Zhanyue.”; “So... I’m relieved, when you leave tomorrow, take Mo Han with you, and this soul-gathering cauldron, Let Jie Chen take it and return it to him, it is useless for me to keep it."; The cold moon is incomplete, the person who once filled the ancient moon has long since disappeared, under the moonlight, Lu Zhuofeng chattered about the past.

The next day, Xun Yue was gently embraced by him, and Mo Han was reluctant to be dragged away by him. The whole bamboo house was lonely like never before. The body camouflage... should be removed; surrounded by endless darkness, he used the different temperatures of sunlight and candlelight to distinguish whether it was day or night, leaning against the edge of the bed and slowly sliding down. His greatest regret was that I can't look at Zhanyue any more; not being able to ask for it is an attachment, and being obsessed with not being able to become a madman, this... is the sadness that Jiang Zihan has never foreseen...

The river is boundless, and Jiang Zihan doesn't know what level of madness he has reached; Yan Ziyao didn't come to the three-year appointment on time, so he couldn't help hating again, listening to the voices begging for forgiveness in his ears, every sentence Asking for help, he doesn't care whether he listens, he just thinks that only by killing can he make himself more sinful, so that he can fall into hell forever after death, and it just happens to use these thousands of lives to pave the way for those who cultivate immortality. road.

The river is exhausted, the bones are dry, the prosperity is gone, the blood is flowing, and the brocade is still phantom.

The affairs in the door were complicated, and Yan Ziyao was busy for a while, and gradually forgot the three-year agreement. A disciple from the door reported that there was a strange scene in the mountain stream, and the stream flowed backward against the universe, and the stream was red and pungent. Wei'er: As the head of the sect, Yan Ziyao naturally wanted to find out what happened. When he passed by the back mountain, he saw thousands of trees and flowers before he remembered... It seems that he missed the appointment...

He followed the upstream water to find the source, the stream connected to the river, and the sound of Lingling zither came from the center of the river. Walking on the flat ground in the waveless river, Yan Ziyao was more and more shrouded in the bloody atmosphere as he went to the middle of the river. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the depths of the river were misty, and the sound of the zither was hidden behind the mist; He has seen such a scene before, and he keeps praying in his heart, that person... can't be Jiang Zihan...

However, this was just his reluctance, so the facts were just like in a dream, the clouds and mists were cleared away, and his white clothes were stained red with blood. , just said with difficulty: "Why do you want to kill so many people? They are just unarmed mortals..."; "You missed the appointment, they are the punishment and blessing you deserve." He smiled and said: "You said you want to cultivate the immortal path, and I can't stop you, so I will pave the way for you with the ten miles of cold river and the blood of withered bones. I hope that from now on, whether in the sky or in the world, you can live a happy and unrestrained life." ;The river has no waves, the sky is the source and the ground is exhausted, the clouds and waves are vast, and the blood is flowing and the pestle is given to each other. Just ask, who can be so calm and relaxed?When the pure moonlight appeared, Yan Ziyao asked angrily: "I am cultivating my immortal journey, what does it have to do with you?"; And trembling, under the setting sun, the blue hair was replaced by white hair, he calmly pressed the strings: "I didn't mean it, but you made me passionate. From the moment I fell in love with you, fate is destined to have no room for turning around."; Standing between the blood and jade, suddenly looking back, the old man is no longer yesterday.