The news of Mo Wen Dongxian's death in Xizhou was not spread in the world, it was only spread to the ears of those who should know the news. Just like many years ago, Mo Wen Dong concealed it from everyone in the world and destroyed the entire forest.

Like a peach branch stepping into a fairy tomb.

He thundered in a silent place, but also passed away quietly in a silent place. But whether he used peach blossoms as chess pieces to turn the tide when he was young, or now uses all living beings as chess pieces to punish the world, what he wanted in his heart was, after all, just

I just want to watch all the peach blossoms bloom.

It seems like everything has changed, and it seems like it will remain unchanged until death.

But those who want to comment don't know, and those who know want to forget.

The matter has come to this, and as time goes by, no one will comment on whether it is good or bad.

———

Quandu.

Luo Feiyu slowly finished telling a story in front of the pattering rain curtain outside the cave without even drinking a drop of wine.

The old swordsman who always showed off his smile to others rarely fell silent. After a long while, he said: "You have suffered."

"Bitterness comes back to bitterness." Luo Feiyu picked up the wine glass and spilled the wine on the ground.

The old swordsman Fu Xiang sighed and looked at the rain curtain outside the window.

The rain extinguished the flames of war in the old mountains and rivers, and removed the shackles of people's hearts.

It also took away the mood.

The young man used his will to borrow a glass of wine from Jianghu, but the hand holding the wine glass stumbled all the way, and his entire youth was lost.

"It's just that some people suffer more than me." Luo Feiyu put down his wine glass and walked out.

———

Taoyuan.

The spring breeze is still there, and the fallen flowers are in full bloom.

Liu Zangyue built a thatched cottage in the forest, cooked a pot of tea with peach blossoms in front of the cottage, and looked into the direction of the spring breeze, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

A cup of tea can wait for many people, but those who planted this paradise with her will never come back.

The human face doesn’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

———

In the south of the Yangtze River, a small boat was slowly leaving the shore. Ren Shaohua stood on the boat and waved goodbye.

The Wuyin sisters also waved to him, but Xu Yao turned her head away and scolded: "Pretentious! There is no pampering at all!"

Only when the figures on the shore were no longer visible did Ren Shaohua turn around and count the luggage and money bags in the boat.

"Xu Yao is really the stingiest guy. When you and I got married, that guy actually took two copper coins with him?" Ren Shaohua picked up one of the coins and stared at it for a long time, a little disgusted, "Obviously he is the richest man in the world.

He is the successor of Qinglanju, and he is still so shabby?"

"But it was he who spent a lot of money to buy this hundred-mile water transportation from Yanyuwu." Liu Yili sat on the bow of the boat.

Ren Shaohua put down the copper plate and smiled: "Yes, from now on, no one can disturb us, except Luo Feiyu."

Liu Yili's expression suddenly became a little sad: "My sister still refuses to show up and give an explanation. Don't you hate her?"

Ren Shaohua did not answer, but came to her side: "Although Luo Feiyu did not come to our wedding this time, I have asked someone to send a letter to him, asking him to reunite with me once a year."

Liu Yili was very keen: "Who is this person you are talking about?"

Ren Shaohua did not answer, but conjured up a cloth bag like a magic trick, handed it to Liu Yili and waved it.

"Guess who sent this?"

Liu Yili was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

The boat just floated into the misty waves amid laughter and joy.

The small boat passed away from now on, and the rest of my life was left in the river and sea.

———

At Hanshan Temple in Gusu, a woman in plain clothes rang the bell to leave the temple and walked out of the gate holding a sword.

It seemed normal for a woman to hold a sword, but for her, it was very unusual.

Because she was never qualified to hold a sword.

Just when she was filled with emotion, a voice suddenly stopped her: "Bi Ran!"

Liu Biran turned her head and saw the Naihe Bridge killers who were disguised as pilgrims and wanted to enter Hanshan Temple to worship. She couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What are you doing?"

But Naiheqiao Killer just stared at the sword in her hand, as if something terrible had happened.

"Bi Ran, what's going on with you?" Feng Yi Nu was the first to recover from the shock.

Liu Biran put the sword on his waist and scratched his head: "I got a secret book of blood exchange by chance, and found a corpse to exchange the blood of the sheath on my body."

The girl in maple clothes sighed: "Corpse? How disgusting."

"Isn't this what we do at Naihe Bridge?" Liu Biran smiled and took out a mask from his arms, showing an old woman with a strange smile.

Naihe Bridge, Meng Po.

"Let's go, let's go to Jianghu." Liu Biran put the mask firmly on his face, hurriedly covered the tears that were about to burst out, and strode forward.

I am so obsessed with Jianghu affairs that I have no intention of asking about his whereabouts.

———

Sword Cave.

"Everything is over." Dongfang Wuya suddenly said.

Mo Jinshu opened his eyes.

Dongfang Wuya sighed: "Do you regret it?"

Mo Jinshu shook his head: "Dong'er is too obsessed."

"What is the reason that made him reach this point?" Dongfang Wuya asked: "Can you tell me the story of you and her?"

As Mo Jinshu listened to Dongfang Wuya's words, he suddenly remembered that after the Qingming Rain in the twelfth year of Hongji, he was a guest at Tianhu Winery with a teapot, but accidentally entered a certain pavilion in the backyard and saw the girl in white.

He was standing in the pavilion, drinking with his back to him.

Because the aroma of wine was covered up by the aroma of tea, she turned her head and looked over in confusion.

Having just downed a whole pot of tea, he felt guilty and hid the teapot behind his back.

But without the protection of the fragrance of tea, he almost fell drunk from the fragrance of wine.

Mo Jinshu nodded, his eyes gentle.

"Then let's talk about that year."

When the wine becomes turbid, people will get drunk; when the tea becomes clear, the mind will be free of dust.

———

In Kunlun, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the sky and the earth seem to be covered with a layer of silvery white.

But there was a man and a woman climbing a mountain hand in hand against the wind and snow.

They walked very slowly, as if they were going to finish the road that they had not walked together in the past, or that they had deliberately avoided each other but walked side by side.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain.

The two swords join together to produce one sword.

The falling snow all over the mountain was dancing and flying in an instant, and soon flew into the sky.

The snow-capped Kunlun Mountains have always been famous for being covered in heavy snow and never seeing the sun, but after a hundred years, it has received its first ray of sunshine.

"What do you think this snow will become?" Mu Kexin looked up at the rising snow.

"Maybe it will turn into another snow in a foreign land." Ling Jianqiu murmured.

"Wouldn't that ruin their elegance?" Mu Kexin suddenly felt a little guilty.

"I think he will need this snow very much." Ling Jianqiu looked at her, his eyes gentle and warm.

———

It was late spring in Jinling, and there was a strange heavy snowfall.

This sudden falling snow did not wipe away the romance and joy of this elegant city. Because in the eyes of the people in the city, the falling snow took away the sadness of farewell in the misty rain of Qinhuai and brought the beauty of cold plums and proud snow.

.

The snow came at the right time, and they needed it very much.

The plum blossoms have not bloomed well in the past few years, but because the prince who planted them carefully has returned recently, this snow can also make up for their regrets.

Beside the Suzaku Bridge, Yan Jiwei was holding a branch of plum blossom in full bloom, lost in thought.

But a pair of beauties came slowly.
To be continued...