[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

Holding Jing Baiyi's hand, Huangfu Ziyue felt a lot more at ease, looked up at Jing Baiyi's indifferent and resolute expression, and felt that it was so longing but strange.Time can really change a lot. The current him is no longer the down-and-out and crazy look he had when we first met.

The first time she performed a dance in her life was on a boat floating in Slender West Lake to celebrate the Huachao Festival, but that day was not smooth at all.The well-endowed stage fell apart before she got on it, and happened to hurt the musician who accompanied her that day.Musicians can't play the piano, and they can't dance by themselves. Even though they are like delicate lotus flowers, they never bloom and are finally lost in the playful eyes and discussions.The exquisite and gorgeous dance clothes couldn't conceal the embarrassment in his heart, panic and embarrassment welled up in his heart, and he wished to immediately draw his sword and slash at those pointing people... At this time, a face that seemed to have not woken up floated in front of his eyes .

Soon, everyone's eyes gradually converged on those dexterous hands that shocked ghosts and gods.Those bamboo poles and ropes that collapsed on the ground were combined together as if they were given life with the hands of the young man.It was obviously an extremely simple movement, but it was so breathtakingly freehand and unrestrained. In an instant, a simple but delicate stage was set up.The new stage is much smaller than the old stage, but it is much higher. The young man used all the scattered and damaged materials on the new stage without any waste. A stage does not even have the slightest extra material.The young man only had a piece of mottled bamboo left in his hand. He cut out a few sound holes with the dagger he carried with him, and tried a few sounds gently with his lips.

"Do you dare to dance?" This was the first sentence Jing Baiyi said to himself, and the crowd who were either amazed or commented seemed to be isolated from the sky in an instant.Huangfu Ziyue looked at the towering stage that was almost crumbling, and not to be outdone, pointed to the newly made bamboo flute in Jing Baiyi's hand: "Do you dare to play it?"

The spring breeze on the lake witnessed the next scene. That pair of unknown boys and girls, on that spring day in the past, I don’t know how many people’s dreams were amazed, and I don’t know how many versions of legends they left behind.

"Entering the clouds lightly, the lotus steps are far away from the dust. The sound of the flute is so sentimental, whose boy is here?" Mo Liuxiang sighed faintly, pulling Huangfu Ziyue from memory back to reality, she looked at Jing Baiyi's face, suddenly there was something Feeling a little shy when I was a teenager.

Jing Baiyi was slightly surprised when he heard the sound: "I didn't expect Mr. Mo to know the poem he wrote at that time. If it weren't for the various changes later, I would have wanted to engrave this poem on the ship."

"It turns out that you also value him so much. I thought you two were sworn enemies."

"Maybe it's a friend, maybe it's an enemy. It's just a thin line. It was he who rescued me from my downfall and gave me the opportunity to realize my dream. It was also he who single-handedly pushed me into the eternal Shura hell." Jing Baiyi smiled wryly. Shaking his head, his thoughts returned to that spring day many years ago.

Every woman has a dream, whether big or small, ordinary or dreamy, so when Huangfu Ziyue was nestled in his arms, he listened carefully to her telling her innocent dream - riding a boat that was bigger than a painting boat The boat travels between the sea and the sky, holds hands to watch the sunrise and sunset, and sings and dances for each other for a lifetime.

Jing Baiyi was originally a genius in mechanism, and designing a mere sea-going ship couldn't help him at all.The only thing he finds troublesome is the huge financial resources required to build seagoing ships.

"Her dream is your dream, right?" Jing Baiyi sat by the lake, trying to find a familiar figure among the dancing girls in Qixiufang, but a voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"Who are you?" Jing Baiyi looked at the man beside him who was always smiling jokingly, and then took the post that the man handed over. On it was written the little poem in clear and meaningful characters, and the signature was flying. Three words - Tang Yichen.Jing Baiyi frowned, and said coldly: "People from the Tang Sect?"

"Tang Sect? Tang Aotian is also worthy?" Tang Yichen gave a disdainful sneer, then gently lifted up his sleeves, revealing a black dress under the brocade robe, with a bright red pattern embroidered on the wristband.

Jing Baiyi recognized the pattern, was silent for a moment, and then said hoarsely, "Tianluo?"

"I saw you on the painting boat, and the tricks of the Tang Sect you have mastered are amazing." Tang Yichen sat beside Jing Baiyi noncommittally, watching the colorful clouds like clouds in the distance: "Tang Sect can't give you a hand. Hope, can't you give yourself hope? After tonight, there will be a lot of talk about an assassination in the alleys of the city. Before that time, if you make up your mind, you can come to me. If it is you, you must know how to find it I."

If I hadn't accepted the invitation from the devil back then, would my life have been... Jing Baiyi sighed, shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, it is true that people who are about to die have so many mother-in-law and mother-in-law's rambling thoughts.

"Do you regret it?" Mo Liuxiang wore a black robe, like a life-threatening judge who was found from hell.

Jing Baiyi glanced at the woman in his arms, smiled and said, "I regret it, but if I had to do it all over again, I would still make the same choice."

"I mean, you killed Tang Yichen..." Mo Liuxiang glanced at Jing Baiyi with a half-cold gaze: "Do you regret it?"

"I always regarded him as my friend until he made that decision." Jing Baiyi looked at Mo Liuxiang calmly, as if talking about other people's affairs: "When I had to make a choice, so I made a decision." What I think is right."

The three people in the room were silent, and the quietness was a bit creepy.Huangfu Ziyue was somewhat at a loss. The man beside her who was in love with her seemed to be carrying many secrets that she could not touch.Although she didn't know what those secrets were, Huangfu Ziyue felt a kind of concealment called protection at that time.

Mo Liuxiang smiled suddenly, and his laughter drove away the chill in the icy alchemy room a lot: "That's right, if we switch places, I think my methods will be a little bit more severe than Brother Jing."

Jing Baiyi still had that calm expression: "Thank you."

"Although I can understand it, I still have to do what needs to be done." Mo Liuxiang shook his head, and then the cold brilliance gathered between his brows and eyes: "I set up this game because I came to ask Brother Jing for help." something."

Jing Baiyi was slightly surprised, he frowned and thought for a while: "Jing doesn't seem to have anything that Mr. Mo would like."

"Yes." Mo Liuxiang smiled slightly, and pointed at Jing Baiyi with a penetrating expression: "The 'Hidden Kill' in your hand."

Jing Baiyi's complexion changed again, and then he laughed out loud with relief, and then slowly took out a bronze nameplate with a crack in his arms, staring at Mo Liuxiang with piercing eyes: "Sure enough, what Mr. Mo is plotting is still 'Tianluo', but even though it is a token of the Lord of Tianluo, it is impossible to give orders only by the sign of 'hidden killing'..."

"I understand." Mo Liuxiang took the ancient bronze plaque from Jing Baiyi's hand, and cut off Jing Baiyi's words casually: "A single 'hidden killing' will naturally order the whole Tianluo to move, Brother Jing Although what he did back then was secret, Tianluo is not without suspicion. Otherwise, if the 'Secret Thorn' is in my hand, I may not be able to do anything to Brother Jing today."

"The name is not right and the words are not right. My position as the Lord of Tianluo mostly depends on my strength to overwhelm those rumors. The 'Secret Thorn' has fallen to the bottom of the cliff with Tang Yichen, and I am afraid I will never find it again. Without the Secret Thorn in hand, it is difficult to mobilize orders. , I originally said that after finishing this order, I would give up the position of the Lord of Tianluo, but...haha, it is ironic, I killed him, but today's defeat was caused by his death. Take revenge on me."

"Actually, he doesn't hate you." Mo Liuxiang fumbled for something in her sleeve, and answered casually.Then there was a click, and the bronze medal that Jing Baiyi handed over was tightly fitted with a plaque of similar texture.The pattern of the synthetic copper medal is meticulous, and the black luster is shining with an ancient seal character "ink".

Jing Baiyi stared blankly at the bronze medal in Mo Liuxiang's hand, while Mo Liuxiang looked at Jing Baiyi whose face was full of shock with a cold smile.

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