[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

The fire in the pill furnace was extinguished at some point, and the remaining charcoal smoke and the scent of the pill mixed together, forming a strange but not unpleasant smell.

The alchemy room without fire gradually turned cold, Jing Baiyi sat on the cold ground blankly, staring blankly at the pair of gloves on his hands.There is no guard outside the alchemy room. A person whose meridians are sealed off by the two great masters of Chunyang does not need guards, even if he is the master of Tianluo.

The ethereal fragrance and quiet space seem to be particularly easy to evoke people's memories and contemplation.The shocking stab that was carefully planned, finally deviated at the moment of the shot.The monk didn't have time to react, the two real people were caught off guard, and Li Bi was at a loss to die... But, Mr. Mo, who was dressed in black, appeared out of nowhere and threw a light hidden weapon at him.As the Lord of Tianluo, no hidden weapon should be able to shake him at all, but it is a unique hidden weapon.

The hidden weapon is the glove, and the glove belongs to him. It is one of Tianluo's two secret treasures.But she embroidered the Jing characters on it. In the whole world, only the embroiderers of Qixiufang could embroider such handwriting on the invulnerable Xuanlu gloves with the hidden moon thread.There are not many powerful enemies who can force the Lord of Heaven to use this treasure. These gloves are more often used as the Lord of Heaven's avatar, guarding a person for him with a concern.

The door of Danfang opened with a creak, and a ray of moonlight squeezed in through the crack of the door, casting long and narrow light marks on Jing Baiyi's body.If Jing Baiyi didn't realize it, he was still stroking those gloves. He lowered his head and didn't raise his eyes, but said softly to the visitor: "You're here!"

Huangfu Ziyue stood in front of the door with a look of sadness and joy on his face.A pleated long skirt wrapped around water-red silk, this is no longer the attire in the palace, but the dance skirt they wore when they first met in front of Xiufang.

"Yue'er." In the dark light, Jing Baiyi's stern expression looked like steel cast on his face, but the gentleness in his voice made it impossible to connect with the owner of the voice. :"sorry."

Huangfu Ziyue's eyes sore, she gently sat beside Jing Baiyi, leaning on him.No matter how cold-blooded a killer is, his body is still warm.It was obvious that he had become a burden to restrain the King of Killers, but he was the one who said he was sorry.Huangfu Ziyue didn't try to comfort, persuade, or argue that it was actually her fault, because she knew what he was thinking, and she was powerless to change everything and could only carefully protect the last trace of his dignity.

Perhaps, it is also the last beautiful time of my life.

A killer cannot be defeated, and if he is defeated, he will die.The distinguished guest who assassinated the prince of the East Palace in Chunyang Palace, neither the imperial court nor the martial arts would let him go.What's more, there are several martial arts in the imperial court that have never hired Tianluo. Everyone expects that the master of Tianluo who knows too much will keep his mouth shut forever.Even in Tianluo, there are probably not a few people who wish him to die here. After all, the position of the Lord of Tianluo...

Jing Baiyi sighed, looking at the woman leaning on her side who was as red as a lotus flower, just like the first time she met on the boat.Time didn't leave too obvious traces on the woman, if it wasn't for the deep eyes, at this moment, Jing Baiyi almost thought it was the same as before, she was leaning against herself to take a nap tiredly after dancing.Thinking of the dance that swept the world on the painting boat back then, Jing Baiyi's unruffled heart also had circles of ripples. He held Huangfu Ziyue's hand and pressed it to his chest.

Huangfu Ziyue looked at Jing Baiyi, the king of killers was still expressionless, but bursts of warm heartbeats came from his fingers, like weeping.Since the acquaintance, we have been together less and more apart. After this sudden meeting, I am afraid that we will never feel such a heartbeat again.She suddenly felt her nose sore, and asked softly, "Are we going to die?"

Jing Baiyi turned his head unhurriedly, looked at the weeping woman, raised his hand and stroked her temples.It was the master of Tianluo who caused public outrage, not the Qixiu sect, not to mention that she was somewhat familiar with the crown prince, presumably Donggong and Chunyang would not embarrass her too much.But what she asked about us, I am afraid that we have already made a decision to live and die together.However, Jing Baiyi doesn't want to speculate on other people's thoughts when he wins and loses. As a killer, he understands what is worth doing more rationally than anyone else.

Jing Baiyi's iron-cast expression finally loosened and a smile appeared. He looked at Huangfu Ziyue tenderly, as if the two were not imprisoned, but they hadn't seen each other for a long time.He took out a short bamboo flute from his arms, and then patted the woman on the shoulder: "Yue'er, dance for me again."

Huangfu Ziyue got up, her eyes rolled and she gave Jing Baiyi an affectionate glance, and a Hu Xuan shook off all the silk sleeves wrapped around her arms to draw a dreamlike water red.At the same time, Jing Baiyi slowly brought the bamboo flute to the corner of his lips.

The water-red silk silk dances in the air, and the rhythm of the feet and the tune of the bamboo flute point out the soft and delicate dance steps.The flowing water sleeves weave dreamlike clouds, and the toes are the axis, just like stepping on the lotus.Huangfu Ziyue's figure was spinning rapidly, but the eyes of the two seemed to be connected all the time, always so hot.

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the water side.

Recalling from it, the road is hindered and long.Traveling backwards from it, just in the middle of the water.

Jiajia 萋萋, white dew is not Xi.The so-called Iraqi people are in the Mae on the water.

After retrospectively following it, the road hinders and ranks among them.Traveling back from there, I am in the water.

The cymbals are plucked, and the white dew is not there.The so-called Iraqi people are in the river of water.

Go back from the road, resistance and right.Traveling backwards from it, you are drowning in the water.

The song circles the beam, and the sound of the music is faint.The dance is alluring, the butterfly steps gracefully.The water sleeves swirled around to wrap the music, such a mood, just like the two met for the first time.The music is still the same tune, the dance is still the same dance steps, and the people are still the two boating on the Slender West Lake.No matter how long we have been apart, no matter how far we have been together, no matter how much we have experienced, this memory will never fade away.

At the end of the song and dance, the two still looked at each other tenderly, as if it was just a moment of passing by, and it seemed as if the world had gone through vicissitudes.The approval of life and death is coming soon, and there is no trace of regret or hesitation in the two people's eyes.No one is afraid of what is coming, but after all, there is a sense of parting.

Huangfu Ziyue finally couldn't suppress her sadness, a few drops of crystal clear tears, and wanted to say something but choked up in her throat.

Suddenly, the stars outside the door burst into applause, and a gentle voice came slowly: "What a song "Jianjia", what a couple."

With a squeak, the door slowly opened completely, and a black robe stood outside the house under the moonlight.

"It's you..." Huangfu Ziyue's heart trembled, and she looked at the person with some panic, subconsciously guarding in front of Jing Baiyi, only then remembered that her internal energy had been completely sealed by the medicine.Suddenly, his hand tightened, and a feeling of peace of mind gradually subsided those uneasiness.She turned her head to look, and she didn't know when Jing Baiyi got up and stood beside her, holding her cold hand.Jing Baiyi frowned and looked at the visitor, as if he was remembering something: "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man stood under the moonlight, but the bright moonlight made this man completely fall into the shadows, revealing a weirdness that was both good and evil.His expression was lost in the shadows, but his voice was gentle and smiling: "My name is Mo Liuxiang, and I am the one who controls your destiny."

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