Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1199: The mood of true love, accomplished!

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The carriage slowly passed through a deep and slightly depressing valley, and the view suddenly opened up, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and the scene was full of vitality.

Not far to the left, there is a lake with rippling water and a hundred-meter waterfall falling from the sky like a silver chain, pouring vertically, magnificent and shocking.

The roar of the waterfall drowns out the whispers of the revival of all things and is the most majestic music of nature.

Zhu Wuneng shouted loudly: "We have reached Baizhang Waterfall."

Chen Xiaojun said with emotion: "Yes, we have arrived at Baizhang Waterfall."

Over the past three years, he has passed by this place countless times. Every time, he was moved by the scene and filled with emotion. An indescribable feeling of loneliness always quietly came over his heart.

But now, with Xiaoyi by my side, the feeling of loneliness still exists, but after reaching its peak, it seems to be less important.

After washing away the prosperity, I return covered in flowers and rain.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, which filled his heart with peace and satisfaction.

Everyone fell into a brief silence, as if this place also evoked certain memories in their hearts.

Xiaoyi's fingertips suddenly grabbed the delicate tassel on the curtain, and her knuckles left a pale dent on the soft silk due to the force.

She called softly, "Aunt Yun, wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yun, who was driving the carriage, immediately tightened the reins. The white horse neighed loudly, and the carriage gradually slowed down and finally stopped slowly.

Xiaoyi gently pushed open the door and got out of the car lightly. Su Ningxia followed closely behind her and hurriedly got out.

The rest of the people filed down.

Revisiting the old place, I feel mixed emotions!
Back then, they encountered a sudden attack and assassination here. Chen Xiaojun was seriously injured and Xiaoyi fell into a long sleep.

Except for Dugu Fu, everyone present was an eyewitness of that past event.

Everyone walked slowly onto the corridor, Xiaoyi walked in front, and half a step to the side was Chen Xiaojun.

Su Ningxia, Zhu Wuneng and Dugu Fu tacitly fell behind a few meters, seemingly unwilling to disturb the two people in front.

Or maybe in this old place, everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts.

The crowd walked slowly along the corridor, as if walking on memories of the past.

Thinking back on those thrilling moments, those life-and-death situations, I still feel a lingering fear.

Xiaoyi's eyes wandered around, and every scene seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.

The lake, the waterfall, and the veranda were the last things she saw before she fell asleep.

Now that it comes into view again, I can’t help but feel an indescribable feeling of sadness in my heart.

The roar of the Baizhang Waterfall drowned out all the noise.

As soon as her fingertips touched the damp wooden railing of the balcony, they were suddenly grasped into a hot palm.

"Listen to me--" His vocal cords trembled as he roared through the waterfall, and mist condensed on his trembling Adam's apple.

When she turned her head, she saw that his knuckles were white and the blue veins under his skin were like a swimming dragon.

The vines hanging from the eaves brushed across the back of her neck, causing her back to hit the cold rock wall in shock. The mountain breeze blew up thousands of silver-like droplets, soaking his clothes into translucent colors.

He suddenly loosened his grip, but his thumb still stubbornly rubbed her soft lips.

The blue-gray stone steps under their feet meandered into a galaxy, and the tail sound was torn into fluttering silk by the waterfall.

At this moment, his breath mixed with the scent of grass and trees hit her earlobe: "It is better to stay together for a long time, grow old together with him, and have peace and happiness with the zither and the harp in the palace." Xiaoyi's eyelashes trembled violently, and water droplets fell from the ends of her hair onto his cufflinks.

"Brother." This choked voice was like a fish floating up from a deep pool, which was smashed by the waves as soon as it came out.

His jaw suddenly tensed, but when he saw the blush in her eyes, he relaxed his grip.

When his fingertips last brushed across her palm, it caused a slight shudder, like the light sound of a sycamore leaf brushing against Ji Zezhai back then.

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Chen Xiaojun raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and suddenly heard the sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes sniffing under the clear sky and broad daylight.

Two brilliant sword beams shot out from the sky. The Gan Jiang sword was red and yellow like molten gold, while the Mo Ye sword was azure like ice in the blue sea. When the two magical weapons crossed in mid-air, the ethereal forms of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye appeared.

The shadowy figures of the ancient couple had their sleeves fluttering in the wind, and as they held hands and looked at each other, it seemed as if thousands of stars were flowing through their sleeves.

The ink-black shadow of Lingyuan Xuanwu rose up from the waves, with star tracks densely covered on its tortoise shell. The snake's tail turned into a snake head, with clouds and mist surging as it breathed in and out.

Four phantoms intertwined in mid-air to form a Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram. Sword energy, loess, black water, and the power of Yin and Yang entangled and surged, and even coated the grass and trees within a ten-foot radius with a faint golden glow.

Chen Xiaojun gently stroked the sword's spine with his fingertips, and suddenly felt a sour warmth welling up in his heart - when the sword spirits of Gan Jiang and Moye embraced each other and danced, the virtual image of Xuanwu turned into soft waves around his fingers, and the murderous aura was hidden with lingering sorrow.

"I see!"

The corners of his eyes were slightly red as he watched the shadow of Moye gently wipe the shadow's forehead, and his sword moves suddenly became lingering and sad.

The double swords no longer drew out a sharp sword net, but seemed to weave a thousand twists and turns of love threads. Even the majestic momentum of Xuanwu stepping on the waves and controlling the water turned into a soft intestine wrapped around the fingers.

When the sword spirit Moye pinned the crabapple blossom on Gan Jiang's ear, the rain of swords in the sky suddenly condensed into twin lotus flowers, each petal carrying the aura of a vow of life and death.

A warm smile appeared in Chen Xiaojun's eyes, and when his sword finger brushed past, his green shirt fluttered without wind.

Xiaoyi suddenly felt warmth flowing on her shoulders. She looked up and saw tiny stars shining between his sleeves. It turned out that two streams of energy were entwined in mid-air, forming an image of a harmonious couple.

She danced lightly with her bare hands and was surprised to feel the warmth coming from her fingertips. She raised her eyes and met Shang Chen Xiaojun's smiling eyebrows.

But faint golden patterns appeared three feet around the two of them, and they bloomed in the air like twin lotus flowers.

Chen Xiaojun suddenly knocked the ground with a three-foot-long sword. With a clear clanging sound, thousands of golden patterns suddenly transformed into flying dragons and startled phoenixes, and Moye circled around Xiaoyi.

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Zhu Wuneng exclaimed: "This charm is exactly the same as the one I caught a glimpse of last night. No, it is even stronger, deeper and more vast."

Dugu Fu's lips were dry, and a ripple appeared in his heart. He exclaimed: "Is this the artistic conception in the legend?"

“Is this the formation of artistic conception?”

Recalling his experience in Eagle Beak Valley in Zhongnan Mountain, he became more and more convinced that what Chen Xiaojun displayed at that time was exactly this kind of magical charm.

Su Ningxia nodded slightly, with some certainty in her tone: "Of course, and it seems that the young master and the young lady are together, which is strange."

artistic conception!

It is another unique artistic conception.

That is the mood of true love contained in the twin swords Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.

Cheng Yun, who was far away, had an ecstatic look on her face at first, but then her expression changed and she looked around vigilantly to make sure there were no passers-by or students passing by.

She secretly felt lucky that they were only back to report today, and the time was a little late, but they just happened to avoid the busy hours when people were coming and going in the school.

Otherwise, this sudden fluctuation in artistic conception would probably cause an uproar.

(End of this chapter)