Chitose words

Under the cold moonlit night, a man dressed in dark uniforms quietly looked up at the stars and moon in the sky.

He was originally a swordsman, but he didn't have a sword in his hand.

He is half a god-server, but he no longer wears the robe of a god.

This season can be regarded as the coldest time of the year in Nanchao Tianchen.

But this kind of weather is nothing to the man, because he has been in the semi-void realm for many years.

Even now that he has fallen from the Heaven Realm to the Mysterious Realm, he is still the leading master in the martial arts realm in the Southern Dynasty Wulin, and he is no longer afraid of the cold and heat of the sun and the moon.

The man stared at the bright moonlight on the horizon with extra seriousness for a long time, a trace of dejected wry smile and sadness flashed in his eyes.

For some reason, from the beginning, he, who should not be afraid of the cold and heat, always felt that somewhere in his heart seemed to collapse, leaking out the fragile inner being riddled with holes.

The cold, cold wind whizzes in, filling my chest every moment, just like a heart that is so dead that it will never get warm again.

It seemed that only at this time did he suddenly realize that he was still a thoughtful person.

Today is the first day of the first lunar month.

The high priest Nanxu prayed for blessings and offered sacrifices to heaven in the high tower temple. He dismissed all the disciples of the Shentai Palace and allowed them to go down the mountain. He only opened the protective formation in the Shentai Palace, and then left a few disciples in the outer courtyard at the entrance of the mountain. A disciple is on duty at the gate.

So much so that at this moment, the entire mountain peak and the entire Shentai Palace were as silent as if there was no trace of fresh life.

After a long time, the man suddenly shook his head and smiled. The smile was indistinguishable from joy to sadness, and he felt lost.

Yes

It seems that ever since that person left, the Shentai Palace has also lost some of its color and become less vivid.

It began to gradually turn into the deserted, aristocratic and aristocratic temple that the world saw and word of mouth spread.

When that person was there, her cheerful figure and her clear but particularly lively voice could often be seen in the mountain that should have remained as deserted as ever.

Even the little priests and Taoist boys who passed by and were busy with their errands couldn't help but be happy every time they saw her, and they jumped for joy and walked more briskly.

No one... would dislike her.

How could anyone not like her?

It seems that only when he thinks of that person, the man's handsome face seems to be wearing a mask of neither joy nor sorrow, and the emotions will leak out.

But those emotions are only fleeting and short-lived.

Because he knew that all this was just a bubble in his mind and memories.

Some people leave and never come back.

He saw it with his own eyes and did it with his own hands.

No?

Thinking of this, a silent sadness suddenly surged into his heart, and the man felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

He suddenly lowered his head and choked out a large mouthful of blood, and then he couldn't stop coughing.

Some things cannot be thought about deeply and carefully. The more you think about them, the more difficult they will be, the more you will feel anxious, and the more you will regret it.

But on such a special day, he couldn't control his emotions at all, let alone contain his longing for that person.

Today is the beginning of the new year, and in four days' time, the fifth day of the first lunar month... will be her birthday.

If she were still alive, then the fifth day of the lunar month four days later should have been her crowning ceremony.

Lu Shangque's mouth was stained with blood, and his handsome eyes were looking down at his right hand in a daze.

Two years ago on the fifth day of the first lunar month, it was this hand that pierced the world-famous epee "Golden Platform" into her chest.

After all, his little highness could not grow up safely and live to the ripe old age.

It's so confusing.

Everything that happened that day seemed like a nightmare when I think about it now, it was too chaotic.

He couldn't even recall the direction, strength and feeling of the sword piercing the human body.

It seemed that this was also his brain silently protecting his master, deliberately not letting him recall the many details of that day. But no matter how confused he was, he couldn't deceive himself.

His sword that penetrated her chest was only afraid of her

Otherwise, with her skill, how could she lose her strength and fall into the cliff after subconsciously counterattacking?

On that day, he suddenly learned that his father was actually indirectly killed by Xie Lin of Shangzhu Kingdom, but he was humiliated and deceived by Xie Lin and given to his granddaughter as a domestic slave. He lost his mind in anger.

Afterwards, he returned to the Shentai Palace in a daze. It was not until he washed away the dripping blood on his body and hands that he found some semblance of reason in his mind that was completely blank.

He stared blankly at the half-burnt bloody clothes in the brazier, thinking that he was having a ridiculous dream.

It wasn't until he searched the whole dormitory and couldn't find his personal sword "Golden Platform" that he realized that everything was not a dream!

Lushangque was horrified, frightened and regretful, but even if he turned back and searched every inch of land under the Immortal Ridge, he still couldn't find a trace of that person.

He fell into a state of panic, anger and confusion.

He was sometimes sure that he might actually kill her, kill the girl he regarded as a treasure and had tried his best to protect for many years.

Sometimes he couldn't believe that all this was true, because with his martial arts, even if he caught her off guard and attacked her suddenly, how could he really hurt her life?

As a result, Lu Shangque's inner demons and mental barriers became more difficult to break through repeated repetitions.

Sometimes he even felt that he had gone completely crazy.

But if she hadn't died, how could she not come back?

In fact, the road-scarred sparrow can no longer tell what is real and what is false.

At the same time, of course, his martial arts realm plummeted, and he actually fell from the void realm to the mysterious realm.

But...he no longer cares.

There seemed to be no people or things in this world worth caring about.

So, he returned to Shentai Palace, proclaimed himself Qianji Palace, and waited for his ending and retribution.

But, so what?

Those who leave will never return.

His Highness is like a piece of crystal ice that has melted and evaporated in the summer, leaving no trace of it.

No matter what he did, no matter how repentant he was, that person could no longer feel anything.

Has she reached the other side of the galaxy now and met her father, mother, master, grandfather and uncles who have always loved her?

Has she now let go of her heavy burdens and become a carefree girl as she wished?

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The road-scarred bird frowned slightly.

The attitude of the little emperor Fu Jingyan is really strange.

In the past, Emperor Jing had always had an unexplainable desire to control his sister, but now that she has been missing for nearly two years, the emperor in the palace actually turned a blind eye, and the court even asked Gao Tianchen to The princess is in seclusion to pray for the country.

This is very baffling.

However, Lu Shangque never thought highly of Emperor Jing Fu Jingyan.

Whether it was when he was the prince or the emperor.

So he didn't care or care about what Fu Jingyan was doing or thinking.

Lushangque was slightly stunned.

Perhaps in the emperor's heart, His Highness is nothing more than a supreme sharp blade that stabilizes Chaogang and the national border.

Even if his sister has not shown up for a long time, the emperor will not dare to break the window paper easily as long as the country can be stable.

If he had really cared about His Highness's safety, how could he turn a blind eye?

When Lu Shangque thought of this, he suddenly felt an unspeakable sadness, anger and loneliness in his heart.

He looked up at the high tower temple surrounded by clouds and mist on the top of the mountain in the distance, feeling sad in his heart.

He knew that he might not be able to repay the sins he owed in his entire life.

He missed his highness.