Through the bath fire phoenix

Chapter 12

This Lisiyuan is the Phoenix Pavilion. Although the style of the palace is different, Fenghuang can still remember the way to get there from Xuelong Palace. It turns out that Phoenix and Youli do have an indissoluble bond, or Phoenix is ​​Youli's Not sure about expectations.

Unknowingly, a few days have passed, this day Youli put aside Youyi and Yousha, and walked in the courtyard alone, only to see a jade-like pavilion in front of her eyes, with three characters on it——Linglong Pavilion.

Just as she was about to step forward, she saw a black cloth fly by, and then saw something extra on the stone table in the middle. Looking around, she decided to see what it was, and gently pulled a corner with her fingertips. The first thing to appear is the brown sycamore wood~~~~~~
Fenghuang knew what it was because she had touched it before.

"Zitianxuanyuqin." Youli said to herself, she is no stranger to it, it was Xue Wuhen who went all the way to find it for her.
"It's hard for you, remember it." A tall figure came from the grass, different from the mighty man in the dragon robe just now, he was dressed in white, with an ordinary bun, that's all.Just like when they first met, so simple, just two people.

At that time, she played the piano, but he was a passerby, but he was impressed by the sound of the piano, and then he did not hesitate to find the piano, using the piano as bait, and looked for the woman who played the piano that day in Youlan City. Knowing each other and loving each other in the world, they have no share, and they can't stay together for the rest of their lives. Even if they are still that person now, that Qin~~~~~ is long gone.

"I didn't expect you to still carry it." Her fingers caressed the strings,
"Hmph, yes, I was so stupid to keep it."

"You should throw it away, or give it to others." She pretended to be indifferent, but in fact she still couldn't calm down in her heart, and still had expectations, but she didn't know what to expect.

"I can't bear your things." He pursed his lips slightly and continued, "If you die in my hands, will you blame me?"

"You'll kill me?" She looked at her in astonishment, met her eyes, of course he saw the same eyes as this morning,

"Maybe~~~~~" He closed his eyes, paused for a long time, sighed lightly, without any hesitation, "I will."

He pulled out his sword, threw it lightly to the sky, stepped on his right foot, performed lightness kung fu and flew towards the plum blossom, with a light tap, shook off the unopened bones, and flew across like a shooting star, the sword Now that it is in his hands, put down his right hand, and there are a few plum blossoms on the sword, that is his unique martial art ----- Flying Flowers and Dark Dance. she did it,

"Li'er, this is the last time."

Yuli recalled their previous conversation,

"Li'er, I want to be with you forever, so you have to play the piano for me forever."

"It's not fair, you have to do one thing for me forever."

"Then you say, as long as it is what you say, I will definitely do it."

"You love swords so much, let you perform flying flowers and dark dances for me for the rest of your life."

"Okay, this life is just for you."

From then on, she didn't play the piano in front of others, and he didn't play the flying flowers and dark dances again~~~~~ Unless they were by each other's side.

For the last time, she sat in front of the piano with a poignant smile, "Okay, for the last time." She began to pluck the strings, confiding in a heartbroken voice,

Accompanied by the sound of the zither, he shook off the plum blossoms, and divided the plum blossoms into pieces with one sword at a time. The dance of plum blossoms, the shadow of the sword, and the aura of the zither all merged into one at this moment, as if only these were left in the world. .After a song, he walked towards her.

When the sword she was so familiar with was pressed against her neck, she couldn't say a word. Those damned thought that she thought he still loved her, and she was still holding a little luck, but she was wrong, clearly from him. There was a decisive breath in his eyes.

"Kill me, aren't you afraid of regretting it?" She was still pregnant with their child,
"I never do things that I regret, you should know." He looked straight into the distance, not facing her at all, his eyes drifted and flickered,

"But, I~~~~~~" She should tell him, let him choose, just when she was about to say something, he had already opened the sword from his neck, and stabbed it down, piercing her impartially Suddenly, a few drops of blood dripped from the snow, and what was buried in this snowy night were her unfinished words and her feelings for him.

The snow is cold, the night is fading, and the blood is beautiful~~~~~~

(End of this chapter)