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Under the hazy moonlight, in front of the cold grave, a wanderer was worshipping his father. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the dancing candle flame, the figure that has been lying on the ground for a long time, and the call of forbearance and sorrow, the empathetic purple smoke can't help but turn red. She tugged on her long skirt and quietly approached, but she stopped talking, and slowly knelt down.

She didn't know how to comfort her, because she was alone. And the deceased is great, so she might as well express a kind of mourning.

Blameless noticed it, and hurriedly turned around to help. The four eyes met in silence. And he was afraid that Ziyan would be sick, so he took out a mattress and spread it on the ground, and when Ziyan sat down, he played a few more prohibitions to block the wind and cold, and then got up and left. He lit a candle in front of each grave.

A moment later, the lit candles flickered in the night breeze.

Ziyan sat quietly, silently staring at the wandering and lonely figure, and couldn't help but feel pity and let out a sigh.

I think he's always laughing at everything, or looking like he doesn't care. And after staying with him for more than a month, I knew that he was as affectionate as the sea, and now in front of his father's grave, he has become even deeper and melancholy. Behind his seemingly arrogant appearance, how much pain he has carried. But I can't help him, and I have to abandon him in the end!

Ziyan raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and the tears still couldn't stop flowing.

She seems to understand a truth, it is not easy to understand men, and the more she understands, the more difficult it is to give up!

Wu Zhi turned around, returned to the same place, and saw Ziyan's sad expression, he shook his head reproachfully, and reached out to pat a slightly short stone tablet behind him: "Look, whose tombstone is this?"

Ziyan hurriedly wiped away the tears and looked through the light of the candle.

Not far away, there is also a grave piled up, and there is a stone tablet with the inscription: Broken camp Gongsun General, the tomb, no blame, .

"Hey, I'll light a candle for myself!"

Wuyi put two candles in front of the monument, clapped his hands, sat down nearby, looked back and smiled: "I said, my ...... is buried here"

Ziyan leaned over gently, her expression full of puzzlement.

"In order to take revenge, I had to follow the Qi Sanren to break through the Xianmen. I always felt that I was going to be killed by that old man sooner or later, so I asked my brother to pile up a mound for me. lest I die in a foreign land, and no one will accompany my father and mother!"

Blameless seemed to be recounting someone else's past, and his words were flat: "And now I am not only alive, but I have also returned with my fairy." My father and mother are undead and will laugh ......"

And before his words fell, Ziyan couldn't bear it anymore, put his arms around his neck, and cried: "Ziyan is ashamed...... I can't pass on your ancestry, let alone share ...... weal and beyond."

"Oh, how can you cry again, don't cry badly, be obedient!"

Wu Qi hurriedly comforted, but the person in his arms was still sad and inexplicable, he was in pain and pity, so he had to change his words: "I'll tell you about my sister-in-law, would you like to hear it?" Ziyan sobbed "um", but still snuggled tightly in his arms. He stretched out his hand and patted the weak man, and said to himself: "My sister-in-law's name is Gongsun Yan. She's beautiful, willful, and mischievous. I'm not afraid of my father, I'm afraid that she will cry for me. Well, little girl, I can't afford to mess with her, let her ......"

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is silent.

Between the tombs on the mountain, the candle flame is still swaying, and the tears are not stopped.

And Ziyan was emotional and sad, and she was already exhausted and fell asleep in her warm arms. Blameless continued to hold her gently, talking to himself alone. He started from his sister's childhood, from the swing in the backyard, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, year after year. It's like a long-suppressed feeling, and finally there is a day to talk about. He will speak to his father and mother, and to his fairies......

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

The flame of the candle has been extinguished, and the remaining wax has left piles of tears in front of the grave. Then a cold wind blew, and the weeds swayed. In the late autumn morning, it was bleak.

Wu Yi finally stopped talking to himself, and was silently distracted. After a moment, he withdrew his eyes from a distance, brushed over his father's tombstone, and looked down at the person in his arms.

Purple Smoke was still asleep, clutching his arm. It's like being afraid of losing, and he refuses to let go. Her petite body was curled up, weak and helpless. The pale face is a little cold, but it is crystal shattering, which makes people feel sorry and can't bear to witness. And her hair, which was once like ink, has become a strand of silver!

Wuyi only felt that his heart hurt, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

And I don't know if it was because I had a soul in my heart, or if I felt a sigh, Ziyan slowly woke up from her deep sleep, and her eyes were slightly in a trance. She found herself still surrounded by warmth, lazy and comfortable. And she lay down all night, holding her arm and not moving for the night. She looked shy and struggled slightly.

Blameless eyebrows stretched, the person had returned to normal, homeopathic support, and a low greeting: "Wake up?"

"Well, I heard it in my dream, but I didn't want to fall asleep!"

Ziyan apologized softly, still looking shy.

"Falling asleep, it's not in vain to talk about it! Bosom friends are hard to find, only I am the Purple Smoke Fairy!"

Wu Yi stood up, laughed clearly, and then stretched out his hand again, signaling, "Let's go, I'll take you to a fairyland!" He grabbed Ziyan's small hand and brushed his sleeves to remove the prohibitions around him. With the flash of the sword, the two of them floated into the air. And before he was far away, he looked down again.

Halfway up the mountain, there is an extra boundary stone, on which are engraved the words "Armor Mountain". Apparently it was erected later, probably because of the armor of a certain general buried in the mountain.

Brother Baofeng, I have a heart. May you and your brothers have a good home!

Blameless threw a deep glance at the boundary stone and the tomb on the mountain, and turned away with purple smoke......

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Red Ridge Valley.

Autumn afternoon.

Two figures with sword rainbows slowly landed on the grass by the lake.

But between the mountains, a lake with a radius of several miles is as clear as blue. And the jungle is colorful, the mountains and rivers reflect each other, and the aura is faint, as if it is a scenic spot.

"This is Hongling Valley!"

Wu Yi casually laid down a few prohibitions, spread out the mattress, sat by the lake with purple smoke, and continued to say: "This place was once occupied by a group of bandits, and it was destroyed by me, but now that the population is cut off and away from the hustle and bustle, isn't it a fairyland for you and me?"

Ziyan looked at the lake and mountains, and said unexpectedly: "You mean, you and I live here?"

"Well, live here, just wait for the old world!"

Wuyi stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, and said energetically: "Rest for a while, I'll come when I go!"

He lifted his feet and stepped on the surface of the lake, and in an instant, the man had disappeared into a cave under the cliff on the opposite bank.

Ziyan smiled, and couldn't help but stand up and paced leisurely by the lake, looking happy for a while.

This is a valley isolated from the world, and this is the world of two people. Don't dare to grow old, just want to stay together day and night!

After a while, he returned without blame, and he left behind the clubs, ropes, planks, cloths, and hides. Then he sacrificed his flying sword, took pictures in the air, shuttled back and forth, and was busy again.

At dusk, there is a grass shed by the lake. The upper and lower floors, although simple, are hung with curtains and mattresses, which are very neat and refreshing. On the grass in front of the hut, a layer of wooden planks was laid, and a pavilion was erected near the water, and railings were built around it that could be sat and leaned on, and a circle of soft mattresses was laid.

After finishing his busy work, he sacrificed a few more prohibitions to shield himself from the cold, and then walked out of the pavilion and said with a smug face: "How?"

Ziyan has been watching from the sidelines, and she has already understood it, and she seems to be in disbelief, and she can't wait to step forward: "You and I will settle down here?"

"Of course, this is your and my home!"

Blameless grinned, pretended to give up, and did not forget to point to the wooden plank under his feet, and signaled: "I have carved the mark, and there is no obstacle in and out!"

Ziyan has no cultivation, no divine sense, and can't distinguish the prohibition, and it is inevitable that the communication will be blocked. So he came up with the ingenuity of marking the prohibition with a wooden plank. It's so detailed, you can see it.

Wu Blame continued: "Here, you can listen to the wind near the water, here, you can look far away by the railing, here, you can rest sleepy, hehe!"

Ziyan followed to check, her chin was understanding, and she stretched her skirt sleeves instead, and couldn't help but say happily: "You and mine...... Home!"

Blameless hurriedly said: "Oh, don't fall!"

Purple smoke whirls on its own, white clothes fluttering, dancing for a long time, with a childlike smile on its face. It's just that there are faint tears flickering in her eyes.

She has no cultivation and no relatives, she is like a broken candle in the wind, lonely as dust in desolation. And she had nothing, but suddenly she had true love, gentle care, and a home. For lonely people, home is the warmest home!

Blameless, but afraid of Ziyan's accident, he picked up the other party, gently put it on the railing, and reprimanded him seriously: "You are going to fall, someone is distressed!" And before he finished speaking, he laughed again, turned around and retreated a few steps, and actually opened the charcoal basin, food box and other altars and jars not far away, and took out the venison he bought from the capital, and then the old god was barbecuing, and said happily: "It's getting late, let's have a barbecue!"

Ziyan sat obediently, but smiled with tears. The whole person was immersed in warmth, and his face was filled with a rare look.

Although she let go of the knot, she was inevitably sentimental and touched the scene. In particular, her long-frozen feelings gradually opened, and her hundred-year-old silent state of mind collapsed. When Wuyi gave her unprecedented love, she had already been swallowed up by the warm wave!

It's rare to have a day in life, and look at the colorful clouds on the horizon......

Blame the venison barbecue browned, please taste the purple smoke first. Ziyan couldn't use meat anymore, so he took out the pastries from Ruyifang to satisfy her hunger. Then he ate alone and praising the taste. Ziyan leaned on the railing, watching affectionately and silently accompanying.

Suddenly, night fell.

A bright moon climbs up the mountain, and the reflection of a bright moon floats from the surface of the lake. Hongling Valley at night is strangely quiet and peaceful.

Holding the purple smoke without blame, he sat by the water in the pavilion. Ziyan grabbed his hand, snuggled up to his shoulder, listened to him recount interesting stories from the past, and smiled with him.

Unconsciously, the warm people fell asleep.

Wu Yi picked up the sleeping purple smoke, put it in the shed, covered the mattress, and returned gently. He sat alone in the pavilion and watched the heavens and the earth fall silent......