Dragon-Marked War God

“When you get to Tong Xuan shrine, if he's not too embarrassed, pay me a visit to my former teacher, Qianqi. ”

“Okay, I'll do it for you. ”

Jiangdu said.

“Didn't the young castle lord want to enter the Tongxuan shrine too? ”

“Purple Creek, though strong, is far less talented than you. Purple has nothing else to ask. May you answer me one thing, peace be upon me, and blessings be upon you. ”

Purple Qingtian whispered.

“A bloodthirsty desire to reach the moon for nine days, before the wind covered the crown feathers, is the number of dusk is lacking. ”

“I get it. You're right, peace is bliss. ”

Jiangdu slowly turned around and said silently.

Why doesn't he want to stop? But he can't. He wants his family, his friends, not to be hurt at all. He wants to go out on a path that belongs to his strong. Ling Yun helped shake 90,000 miles, dare to try higher than Tiangong!

“Man has the will, I have no other intention, just hope that on the way to practice, you can pull him, I will suffice, purple is there, the river is there. ”

“Okay!”

Jiangdu did not look back at Ziqing Tian, which was a gentleman's agreement between them. It was also his commitment to Ziqing Tian, but he did not say the words: ‘If Jiangdu is there, Zixi is there'.

Green riverside grass, algae in green water, looking up at the snow mountains, low head red sleeve waist.

The green riverside, ten miles of bamboo forest, the beauty of the water sky, on the pan river.

The jade flute blows, the spirits are delightful, the spring is in front of us. Above the bank of the river, the birds and animals monkeys add a few rare joys.

A green mountain surrounds, a thousand miles of snow mountain, a green side, a maple leaf taunting.

Wavy river, carp leaps, lively and cheerful. The spiritual beast on the shore, listening quietly to the sound of the flute flying, fixing it to fly, will help greatly.

Above the bamboo raft, a woman in white, with long hair like a waterfall, a shadow like a fairy, a tall figure, and a tens of thousands of pieces. Looking aside, it is already the castle of the kingdom, the face of the jade is like smoke, dancing lightly, in the eyes, flashing the invisibility of the great wind and indifference, even with a faint arrogance, it seems that everything in the world is not in her eyes, only this hand of the jade flute, can solve the melancholy.

Shallot jade finger, slightly moving, jade pipe spinning, softly floating, sometimes gentle, sometimes joyful, sometimes hasty, sometimes pleasant.

The flute moved, the bamboo forest, the beasts hovered, the birds fought, as if to play for this wonderful flute.

The woman and the beautiful image of the river are almost integrated and naturally made, as if she were indispensable between the heavens and the earth.

“Giggling, my sister's flute, it's getting more and more beautiful, even the little animals are very beneficial, and most of them are intelligent. It's just that I can't hear it. ”

Above the river bank, a light spirit girl with ponytail, masked her smile, compared to the white woman's world style, did not give way, like a human elf sent from heaven, a pair of black eyes, seemed to be able to pierce all the filth of the world. Extraordinary and dust-free.

The little girl is tiny and looks like she's only thirteen or four years old, but she's already got a little bit of a girl figure. Still naive, the smile was infectious, even the frosty white woman had a faint glow in her eyes. However, the girl did not appear to have escaped from the secular eye, as her eyes were pure and even white women seemed reluctant to interfere too much.

The girl forked her waist and smiled, revealing two deep bars, like a fairy elf who had left the world behind, making people feel sorry for her. Needless to say, when she grows up, she will surely be another worldly woman who stirs the winds and clouds of the heavens and the earth, making the heroes of the world bend over.

White women, moving toward Fanghua, horsetail girls, are not worldly before eyes.

“I know my sister must be sad, so I don't want to disturb her, but I don't want to see her so upset. No one understands you, but I do. ”

The ponytail girl had a serious look on her face, she had trouble with it, and said with a mute, she was so cute.

Women in white shook their heads.

“You understand, but you don't. ”

“Why do you say that? Do you really want to obey the Lord's orders? ”

Said the ponytail girl, quite discouraged.

“Man, sometimes he can't live for himself. ”

White women smile, but who can understand the helplessness and bitterness of the corner of their mouth? Man cannot live only for himself, her existence, but also for the misfortune of the Sect.

What can you do if you dump your country, and the world is full of wind? It also has its own grief and distress. If a person lives, there will be joy and sorrow, and it will not be possible to transcend everything.

“I think people should live for themselves. I'm on my own. Who dares? That's what I heard my brother say. I know, you must be thinking about him too. I miss him too. ”

The ponytail girl whispered with her mouth, tears flooded, said, almost cried out, the appearance of sudden desire to cry, made the white woman, couldn't help but laugh.

“Are you here to persuade me or do you want me to persuade you? ”

The woman in white is dark and sighs with a hint of laziness and beauty.

“Your brother, I don't know where he is now, even if he is, what can he do? Not for many years, but no longer what it was. ”

“Yes, but why am I growing so slow? I also thought when my older brother came to see me, I was going to be like Sister Ling. ”

The maiden Ma Tai muttered, and she is the moon. The identity of the white woman is also obvious. Not Ling, but who can have such a wild scenery?

“But he still hasn't come. So people can't just live for themselves. ”

Ling faintly said, looking back to the north, she can see, apart from the white snow, there is no hope left?

“I know, but I'm sure he'll come and he won't give up on Moon and his sister. ”

The moon said with utter certainty.

“There's no turning back, maybe he's gone with the wind. ”

Ling Zheng was indifferent.

“No, Big Brother won't die. He's not dead! I know.”

Moon said angrily.

“You know what?”

Ling looked at the moon in surprise.

“He's alive and well, and I'm sure one day I'll wait for him. ”

Moon's steadfastness made Ling sigh a little, Moon everything is fine, is her stubborn temper, just mention the big brother, her eyes will be empty, only the river dust.

“I know you like Big Brother, and Big Brother likes you, don't worry, he will come to you. ”

The moon is a serious sermon, but the spin lowers its head, the grievance says:

“But the big brother doesn't like the moon. ”

After that, Moon turned around and walked to the depths of the bamboo forest alone. Even Ling Ling was looking for her.

“How do you know your brother doesn't like you? But he likes me? Why don't I know? ”

Ling faintly said, closing his eyes, once again standing on the bamboo raft, let the wind blow, snowfall by the river, alone, on the lonely pangolin river.