The world does not want to be represented

In the freezing and snowy day of Jinling City, the solid ice of the lake was shattered by the sparks falling from the sky at that moment, and the ice water meandered and flowed.The man in Xuanyi, Yujian, was drinking wine and drifting on the Pokai lake. The moonlight illuminated his brows and eyes, so clear that it almost seemed to go back in time to the time when the peach blossoms bloomed in spring.

"As graceful as a flying dragon," Gu Ningzhen sat in the opera building, and laughed with the person sitting opposite, "You bought this whole floor for a day and a night, just to watch this moment?"

Wen You, who was opposite him, drank freely: "Some people don't like Yujian in Cangqing Mountain, but prefer to come to Jinling to see snowflakes."

"What about you, what do you prefer?" Gu Ningzhen asked deliberately, and his eyes fell on the frozen lake casually.That piece of sword light was too dazzling, stretching and shrinking in the dark night, it seemed like the night was chasing the sparks of his sword.

"It's not a gentleman's style to ask questions knowingly." Wen You put down the wine cup.

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That winter, all that fell was snow particles. Standing in the snow, it seemed that there were countless white sand and gravel pouring on my body.Gu Ningzhen hurriedly passed by the Jinling moat, and the servant trotted along with an umbrella. He stopped, and the servant almost bumped into him with an ouch.

"Look who is that?"

The servant followed his gaze, "This is not the one from Cangqing Mountain..."

Gu Ningzhen raised his hand to signal the servant to stay here, and walked over alone, the man turned his head because of the sound of footsteps.

The man smiled: "Oh, it's you."

Gu Ningzhen: "You know me?"

Holding the jug, the young man seemed to be thinking about it, Xue Li's brows were ice-cold, and his tone was slightly smiling: "I saw you sitting opposite Wen You in the restaurant that day."

"So you know," Gu Ningzhen didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being seen through, and sat down with a smile: "That's right, your brothers and sisters have such a good relationship."

The young man casually said, "I haven't decided who will be the senior brother yet."

The Jinling City in the ice and snow is full of lights.

When returning, the young man politely declined the lantern he sent, and Yu Jian entered the evening wind in the night sky.It was only then that Gu Ningzhen remembered that he was not restricted by Yujian in Jinling City.

After meeting twice, Gu Ning really felt that this person was not difficult to get along with, and later he raised it with Manming, the patron saint of Jinling.

He knew that Manming had a younger brother, who at first glance was seeking to make progress, at worst said that he was eager for quick success and quick benefits, but was poor in talent but desperately taking pills, filling them with all kinds of natural talents and earthly treasures, but he didn't make a difference.

Recently, Man Ming is in trouble, and the world is in chaos. It stands to reason that he should go to calm down, but the secret realm will open, if he misses it, he will lose the next chance to grab the medicine.

"If you want, I can tell you for you," Gu Ning said calmly, "His cultivation is not inferior to yours."

Man Ming was silent for a while, then nodded.Gu Ning was really disappointed at that moment.The indomitable hero he thought he was when he was young put aside his misfortunes in the world to pursue secret medicine refining.

……

After a while, when he tentatively asked Quan Qi, Quan Qi turned his head and said, "Yes."

There are always two or three smiles on the brows of the young people, just like the bright colors on the ink painting.When he nodded, the smile faded away.Gu Ningzhen said: "If there is any difficulty, I can think of other ways. No need..."

"No," Quan Qi said casually, "it just suddenly occurred to me that I saved someone recently."

"It's a good thing." Gu Ning was really not sure what he meant.

"Yes," Quan Qi smiled, and put down the jug, "If it's the young leader of the Wulin League, it's not necessarily so."

Gu Ning was stunned for a moment: "Didn't he already..."

"Destiny should have met me." When he spoke, his expression was indifferent.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.However, in the heavy snow, the people are living in dire straits—the wars are endless, and the frontiers are often invaded.

On that day, Quan Qi was entrusted by whom, he was a little drunk, and he was still smiling when he shot to kill.Qingyun Jianguang cut through the ten-mile long night.It has not been extinguished for a long time.The Eighteenth Beacon Tower was in a hurry, and when he came, his footprints in the snow were gone, only a blood drop flower was left.

In the silence, he flew back to Jinling with his sword on top of the still peaceful lights of thousands of households.Gu Ning was really waiting for his news. Seeing him sitting in the long pavilion, he knew that the matter had been settled, and thanked him: "Trouble you."

"It's okay," Quan Qi said calmly. He held the lamp and looked at the Qingyun sword. The sword was clean and free of blood. "It doesn't matter if you kill for Cangqing, you kill for the world, or you kill for Chu."

Gu Ning really looked at him. At this time, he didn't have the usual smile on his face, he looked cold and neat, and he had the look of the rumored sword and punishment hall master.

Seemingly aware of Gu Ning's hesitation, he smiled again, like a bird that landed on the ice, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew: "It's late at night."

Gu Ning really wanted to leave, but smelled the smell of blood, and turned back hesitantly: "Are you injured?" Also, in such a big battlefield, monks are also mortals, how could they retreat unscathed.

Quan Qi's face remained unchanged, Qingyun sword sheathed: "Don't think too much."

Gu Ning really didn't understand, and walked over suspiciously, but before he could take a closer look, Quan Qi had turned over and jumped off the long pavilion, Yu Jian entered the night.

In Cangqing Mountain, Wen You was not in a happy mood.He walked out of the long steps quickly, but saw a figure staggering towards him in the night, and when he saw it more clearly, he hurried over: "What's wrong?"

"It's about to break through," Quan Qi said in a low voice, smiling, breathing warmly, "Fortunately, it was in time, and it was almost discovered by the Gu family."

They walked side by side in the snow of Cangqing Mountain. Wen You said that the man had recovered from his injury and had already descended the mountain.

At this time, many disciples in the mountain were lighting Kongming lanterns. When the lanterns went up, the lantern paper fluttered in the snow, making them very warm.

Wen You subconsciously blocked Quan Qi, and when he heard him laugh, the disciples from a distance came over to call their senior brother, Wen You turned around and saw Quan Qi nodding calmly.

Entering the Sword Punishment Hall, it was dark inside, Wen You saw that he was full of evil spirits and could not suppress it at this moment, sitting in the hall and meditating.

"Quan Qi." Wen You said in a low voice.

He opened his eyes through the darkness and responded.

The running runes in Wen You's eyes slowly stopped, and he just looked at him silently.

This breakout went awry.He had just finished killing someone and was being promoted when he was surrounded by filth and evil spirits. Quan Qi didn't show up for more than ten days in a row.

The people outside were very thoughtful, especially the Wulin League.

That day, Cangqing Mountain was as cold as snow at dusk, and the mountain was covered with blood.Wen You was ordered to fight the ambush.

No one thought that the trail up the mountain would be discovered.It was the man they rescued, the young leader of the Wulin League.

In the chaos, no one reported, Wen You thought the situation was good in the midst of the fight, and didn't know the crisis in the rear.

When the disciple was dying, someone with a white rainbow sword came out from the Sword Punishment Hall, with a neat figure, swept away with a sword, and fell into the chaotic army, looking back with a smile.

--I'm late.He said.

The morale of the Cangqing Sect was greatly boosted, and the people gathered by the Wulin League were already a little afraid.

That was Quan Qi, who hadn't lost a single game in ten years, and the sword punished him arbitrarily.

Only the leading young man saw that Quan Qi's brows were tired, and urged everyone not to give up all their previous efforts, otherwise Quan Qi would definitely be held accountable in the future.

Sure enough, the crowd gritted their teeth and besieged Quan Qi out of fear and courage.He seems to be able to do a job with ease in the chaos of the army, he sees blood when he strikes, but his clothes are spotless, and his sword is sharp, making people even more reluctant to retreat.

Disciple Cang Qingshan was relieved of most of the pressure and wanted to help Quan Qi, but was entangled by members of the Wulin League and could not escape.

At the moment of the final forcible breakthrough, Quan Qi's breath was unstable, and he was caught at the opening, unable to suppress his evil spirit, and only breathed for a while with his head turned sideways.

The nameless sword pierced his chest from behind.He supported it with his sword, and the Cangqing disciple who came in front of him stayed where he was.

The disciple heard senior brother Xuanyi say in a low voice to go, and wait for Wenyou to come.He had a horizontal sword in his chest, but there was no pain in his brows, and he was still smiling and determined as before.

……

I don't know which direction to start saying "Quan Qi is dead".Both Cang Qing and the people brought by the Wulin League stopped.When Gu Ningzhen came with people, the young people at the head of the Wulin League were agitating the crowd, hesitantly going to test whether Quan Qi had passed away.

Gu Ningzhen jumped down, and a formation immediately appeared at the foothold, blocking the young man.Before he could make another move, a sword slid past, and the head of the leader of the Shaomeng of the Wulin League fell to the ground.

It's news.

……

Vaguely, Gu Ning really seemed to see Man Ming's junior was outside the crowd.

The blue setting sun is like blood.

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A pair of eyes always watching the fate of others.

The first time I saw Quan Qi playing the flute on the boulder, Wen You saw the runes turning in his eyes, but it was not good.

At that time, he raised his face on the rock and looked upside down at Wenyou, in the red plums and white snow of the Cangqing Mountain, he was so handsome and shockingly beautiful.

When Wen You saw him later, he consciously stopped turning the runes in his eyes.

I only saw him covered with filth and filth, only saw him smiling in pain, only saw him walking alone in the dark, only saw his sword light and blood rain like snow.Watch him die with a sword in the end.

Just look at him looking down at the world from a high place, just look at him watching the sunrise and dawn in the opera building, and look at him lying on the frost and dew on the stone steps with his legs crossed and playing the flute.Seeing the blood dripping from his brow bone, it was like a flower splashing down from the white snow.

If they hadn't stopped because of the rune in their eyes, they wouldn't have saved that person.

……

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That day, Tongmu saw the runes in his eyes turning violently before the boy pulled out his sword to gouge out his eyes, as if the runes had spirits, and he tried his best to win a chance of life.

……

Tong Mu is Man Ming's younger brother.

He had already entered the Ming Dynasty for half a year, but his aptitude was far behind.Therefore, I can only be Manming's apprentice.

There's nothing wrong with that either.Others can't ask for it.There are endless elixir and endless money to spend, as long as you are mediocre, you can live your life in peace.

No one knew why Tong Mu was dissatisfied.He is jealous of everything about Manming, he is jealous of Manming Yujian riding the wind to accept people's praise, he is jealous of his master's partiality, he hates waiting for Manming to come back from the secret realm.

Quan Qi and Wen You are equally talented and congenial, and he is also jealous.So when the young leader of the martial arts league did those things, he chose to take advantage of the trend.

Unexpectedly, Wen You chased and killed the Wulin League all the way, killing them all, and was soaked in blood like a hell Shura.At that moment, Tongmu suddenly panicked that what he had done would be found out.Man Ming turned his head and glanced at him lightly.Tong Mu didn't dare to look up.

Before Wen You came, Man Ming took the initiative to find the door.

He didn't know what Man Ming said to Wen You, but after that, he didn't see Wen You again.

……

It was a certain day after Quan Qi's death, Tong Mu felt himself very light, he saw that many people were asleep, but he was the only one walking on the street transparently.

He sees the whole world.

Countless years of sparks recede like a prairie fire.It's like being torn back by some force, pulled until deformed.

Tong Mu was very happy at the beginning.To start over, he cultivated very quickly, and the master was amazed for him and Man Ming.Together with Man Ming, he became the patron saint of the Jinling royal family.

Over and over again, he was very happy.He couldn't say why he still had to join the teacher's school again and was overwhelmed by Man Ming.

Once he went to Cangqing Mountain as an envoy, and saw Wen You and Quan Qi sitting together from a distance.The sunrise in Cangqing Mountain is also good.At that time, Wen You seemed to have forgotten that this was the world he went back to.

Seeing Tong Mu coming, Wen You didn't come over, instead Quan Qi turned around with a smile.As soon as he saw him, Tong Mu thought of the dusk on the Cangqing Mountain that day.

He said, let's see Wenyou again.

Tong Mu said that he also greeted Gu Ningzhen.

Quan Qi nodded.

Out of nowhere, Tong Mu asked him a question.

Quan Qi squinted his eyes because of the sun coming out from the east, and smiled lightly on his handsome pale face.

"Of course, Junior Brother Wenyou is different."

Tong Mu suddenly saw that Wen You was also looking at him from a distance.It wasn't Wen You who was sitting next to Quan Qi.It's those eyes.

I don't know how many times I watched this scene quietly, and listened to this vague sentence.

At that moment, Tong Mu suddenly realized that his eyes were listening to the same dialogue countless times, and he unconsciously repeated this question to Quan Qi again and again.

Why do you have to repeatedly worship as a master, succumb to the fullness, and be an anonymous junior.

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Because looking at the whole world, only Man Ming knows that all his darkness and jealousy are hard to overcome, and still regards him as a junior who needs protection.

He watched Quan Qi Wenyou go backtracking from watching the sunrise to his teenage rival.I also watched myself and Man Ming get acquainted again and again, no matter how many times they love and hate, at a certain point, they become strangers again when they wake up.

Achieve fame and success, and the sky will go straight up.Tong Mu wanted to go back to the initial obscurity instead of being in reincarnation where even the original intense feelings were wiped away.

Tong Mu thought, if Wen You were killed this time.

Or he and Man Ming both died when the memory was not recalled.He still has unfinished love and hate.

Whether it is a good death or not.

Among the myriad ravines, every stroke was stained with spiritual power and blood, engraved with Quan Qi's name.The pupils that seem to have the power of gods and ghosts are open all day long.

The whole world freezes in front of my eyes, and the names of the mountains and ravines are also reflected in the eyes of the upside-down runes.

Countless times in the quiet world like the wilderness, like walking into the passing river over and over again, groping for the stones of memory.

One year was very cold, they made snowmen by the fire, and they all melted... One day during the lunar new year, he sat by the side and watched his disciples cook porridge, and Wen You watched him from afar.One year they went down the mountain together with the sword, and they were very flustered on the sword... One year he laughed and asked who was the senior brother in Jinling Jiuzhongtian drunk... and then started all over again.

A day's heart expects a thousand calamities.

Backtrack the past that has been torn to deformation one by one.He failed to save the Martial Arts League the second time, and he still died in the breakthrough of the Sun Moon Realm.It was the third time that his old enemy prevented him from breaking through, but he still reached the end of the Sun Moon Realm.The third time I bravely pressed down on him and kissed him, and I passed the sword move, thinking that he was stained with the mortal world and it would be difficult to make further progress, and there was still no end... The fifth time the memory was fuzzy and I just wanted to die with him... The sixth time my confidant became an enemy Friends... the seventh time I went to see the sunrise in Qingquan with him...

He and he will always listen to the sound of the flute in the moonlight of Cangqing Mountain.It's always the first time we meet, we meet again after a long absence.Watch Cangqingshan disciples put up sky lanterns with him again, pile snow with him beside the raging fire, watch porridge smoke billowing over his brows with him again.

It would be enough for the rest of my life to start over a few hundred years.

The memories that stopped abruptly in the middle of going back again and again were mixed into a previous life, and it turned out that the first life was rushed to be considered complete.

It turned out that it was also considered to be the year when I lit the ever-burning lamp, bowed my head and wrote down that my longevity would never fade away, and it did not fail.At that time, the young man couldn't forget to make a wish for life and death, whether it will be answered in the end.

The author has something to say: The next chapter of the new world is a relatively relaxed small world

I want to be a sweet pigeon so the next world is sea salt ice cream

Pure White: Major General's Special Assistant

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