The Rise of Phoenixes

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Peerless, radiant.

Everyone's mind is blank, forget everything, just remember this night under the black long sky and thin cool snow, black hair covered with blood-stained men, holding a pale woman with long hair falling, looking up at the top of the palace, his exquisite The jaw was stained with blood and snow, and it was only reminiscent of the peach blossoms on the jade. His eyes were empty and no one was there. Everyone has stayed in the dream forever.

For many years to come, everyone remembered this moment and couldn't help but stop everything at hand, silently, delusionally, yearning and sighing.

As long as there is no such thing in the world, it is a beautiful and divinely beautiful Taoyuan because of its extreme beauty.

At this moment of silence, Wan Jun forgot his mission and responsibilities before his irresistible look.

No one spoke at this moment, fearing that the sound would break this elven-like beauty, and then desperately found that the shocking beauty was just a dream.

At this moment, only Ning Yi tried to get up on the snow, and the elbow slowly moved in the direction of Feng Zhiwei. At this moment, only Gu Nanyi, holding Feng Zhiwei with a cool body, was discolored by Wan Jun in his face. The instant that no one stopped.

One step forward.

From the top of Shizhang Palace.

Jump off.

In a blink of an eye, winter passed, and then another spring, the spring slipped away quickly, it seems that the shirt was just on the upper body, and even after changing the single shirt, the single shirt has not been worn for a few days. Quilted jacket.

When every household is busy changing cotton-padded jackets, some people still wear single clothes and ride the world alone.

A Tsing Yi, a white horse, a green leaf flute, blowing from this winter to that winter.

Ye Di was thin between his lips, and he was already familiar with the melody. Someone looked at him strangely along the way, wondering if this man was a lunatic.

He turned a blind eye and looked up to meet the cool wind of early winter.

"Teach you a way not to get lost."

"This kind of tree is everywhere in the south and north of the river. If we get there in the future, no matter how urgent or inconvenient it is, we should not forget to leave this pattern under the roots of this tree, and then find each other easily."

"You are responsible for keeping marks. I know the way. I'll come to you."

You promised to find me, but every time I come to you, you... liar.

Playing the flute, find you.

That year, holding her and falling into Miyagi, she fainted. When she woke up, she was on Xiaobai's back. The psychic horse was waiting outside Miyagi, but only picked him up.

He was badly injured, but he wasn’t dead. The wound was treated well. He didn’t know where his father and Zhan Xuyao ​​had gone. Maybe he would stop there. Maybe he would find a place to fight life and death again. He didn’t want to care about this anymore. where is she?

It is said that he fell with her holding that night, and underneath was the tens of thousands of Imperial Forest Army. Many people said that she saw her fall into the crowd, but no one could find her body. At that time, people were chaotic. Someone was trampled to death and died beyond recognition. But the body was found, without her.

If you can't find it, there is hope.

Just look for it.

This year, he walked through the South China Sea, through the southern Fujian, through the grasslands, back to the Xiliang, smelled the sea breeze in the Qiyuan, saw the sea in Anlanyu, went to Pucheng in Dayue, and found the Baitou cliff in the grassland. Mirror lake passing through the snow mountain of Geda.

On the wharf of the South China Sea, he wandered around like a ghost, looking for the shadow of the tent, and stopped in front of a corner, where she eagerly knew that he was tucked in his arms, and opened it with tenderness and frankincense. His chaotic world.

"You have been so soft, so fragrant, hugged in the arms of your mother, you should have heard the little song of the mother, and touched her face like this."

No, I don’t know. I forget that the brightest traces of life come from you.

In Puyuan in Pucheng, he wandered for a long time in front of the house where she had lived, and put the palm on the cold wall. He used this posture to stick to the wall in the same way. When she was behind the wall, she was touched by a wall. With her ups and downs, now he only feels cold palms, empty rooms behind the wall, light and shadow wandering.

Opposite the huge Shi Xin in front of Jinghu, he held his knees for a long time, waiting for her to suddenly come out from behind Shi Xin, and gently smiled at him, saying, "Hey, you know I am here."

He waited for three days and three nights, stepped on the lotus and crossed the lake heart again and again, the wind of the snow mountain blew his shirt, and she was still beside him in a trance, Ling Bo stepped back to the lotus, but when he turned his head, It is always a white void.

He tried so hard to find, and then one day finally realized that he would never find her.

Whether she lives or dies, when she is determined to annihilate the crowd, no one can find her.

When he was thinking this way, he raised his face violently, but even if he rushed so fast, he still felt that there was a hot and humid liquid flowing down silently.

"If I cry for someone one day, I will never laugh again."

Zhiwei, today I finally know how to cry for you, can you see it?

He raised his face quietly, waiting for the dry wind of early winter to dry the wetness on his face, and the small piece of wet skin was a little tight, like a ten-year ups and downs on her side. life.

Then he dismounted and found his pen and paper.

In this year, he sometimes writes some words, buried under the marked tree.

In Pucheng, he wrote: Paeonia lactiflora is very beautiful. Jin Siyu became emperor, he was actually in Pucheng, he pretended not to see me, I pretended not to see him.

At Baitouya, he wrote: I hate all your important things from me.

In Qiyuan, he wrote: You were about to die here. I didn’t know sadness at that time. Sometimes I hated and thought, what would you do if you really wanted to die at that time? After thinking about it for a long time, I still dare not think about it. By the way, Hua Qiong and Yan Kaishi are now pretty good.

In Anlanyu he wrote: I know you remember this place, you haven't said it, but I just know that you want to see the sea here, I've seen it on your behalf, there is nothing beautiful.

He wrote in Jinghu: At the beginning, you stuffed your suicide note in Ning Cheng's arms to Ning Yi. You gave Hua Qiong the antidote to alcohol poison, gave the secret purpose to Qi and his sons, and gave the two keys of Dacheng Miku After Hang Ming, you asked me to find Zhan Xuyao ​​to get the last key, open Dacheng Secret Store, and give Ning Yi compassionate the fallen soldiers and the victims, you let these people dedicate these important things to Ning Yi, and leave Ning Yi Under the reason to save their lives, you have arranged a path for everyone, why not arrange yourself?