After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Late autumn, wild and wild.

The summer flowers have withered, and the green grass has withered.

But in this vast wilderness, there is not only the Xiaosha in late autumn, it still has its own color.

such as,

yellow!

Yellow soil.

Yellow grass.

There are also yellow wild chrysanthemums.

This is the backing plain of the Yue Kingdom.

A mountainous plain.

It relies on the sword mountain of the Yue Kingdom!

There is no official road here anymore, only a narrow path.

Zhao Hanyue did not ride in the carriage again. She was riding a white horse and was walking leisurely in the deserted wilderness.

The towering, majestic, and steep mountain as sharp as a knife can be vaguely seen in the distance.

Zhui Ming also followed Zhao Hanyue leisurely on a horse.

He didn't mind the desolation here, and he even liked it a little.

So his eyes wandered around the world, with a smile on his face.

He thinks people are very strange things.

Such as himself.

He likes to be lively, so he likes to stay in towns just to hear all kinds of people saying all kinds of things.

But he also likes to be alone.

Such as now.

He felt that in the clear air of autumn, in a deserted place, the world seemed to belong to him.

It is open.

It is unfettered freedom!

Like that eagle flying across the sky.

wrong!

There is one more person here!

A woman!

A beautiful woman who belongs to the young master!

I originally thought that escorting this woman to Daoshan would be somewhat dangerous on the way.

After all, this woman has quite a few enemies. After all, many people in the court do not want her to go to Knife Mountain to borrow a knife and then come back.

Especially the Zen Buddhism of Yue!

Zhuiming didn't believe that Princess Hanyue would not become suspicious after she left the palace for so long.

But now we are almost to Daoshan, and the journey is actually calm!

Nothing happened!

I didn’t even meet a bald man!

It can be described as a real smooth sailing.

Doesn't Zen worry about those knives on the mountain of knives?

Zhuiming didn’t know how many and how powerful the swords on Daoshan Mountain were, but thinking about the fact that the majestic princess of Yue Kingdom had to travel thousands of miles to Daoshan Mountain, it seemed that that place was her last hope, so that was enough to explain that Daoshan Mountain So powerful.

Fengyun Tower is a long-standing legend in the world. Zhui Ming is a person in the world, so naturally he has heard about it.

But that's just hearing it.

If those knives that have been hidden for many years are unsheathed in Princess Hanyue's hands...

Zhui Ming believes that this Zen is powerful enough to drink a pot!

Therefore, when he left Sifeng City, he left a secret letter to the head of the family, Qiao Zitong——

He was very worried about whether he could send Princess Hanyue to Daoshan safely!

The task of protecting Princess Hanyue was an order given by my mother. Although Zhui Ming said he could risk his own life, he had to consider the life of the princess.

But now we are here, without even a single battle along the way!

Quite strange.

What makes Zhui Ming even more puzzled is that as we get closer and closer to the sword mountain, the princess becomes less and less anxious.

Zhuiming looked up and saw Zhao Hanyue swaying on the horse.

It seems that she is not going to Knife Mountain to borrow a knife.

It's more like she went out to relax!

Just as Zhui Ming looked at him in surprise, Zhao Hanyue stopped his horse!

Zhuiming raised his head and looked at the sky. There was still an hour before noon. It was too early to have lunch. Shouldn't he be on his way as soon as possible?

Zhao Hanyue seemed to have no intention of rushing.

She jumped off the horse and looked at the mountains in front of her. She seemed to think for a moment and then turned around.

Take a step.

step!

She stood on the roadside.

Slowly squatted down!

She stretched out a hand, and that hand fell on a wild chrysanthemum on the roadside!

Zhui Ming was still sitting on the horse and watching motionlessly, he saw her pinch off one of the wild chrysanthemums.

She put it in front of her nose and smelled it, then slowly stood up.

She looked blankly into the distance and suddenly said:

"look……"

Zhui Ming was startled, what did he want to see?

"Life is colorful."

"But life is extremely monotonous at a certain point."

"For example now..."

"I have seen the scenery of late autumn many times, but only this autumn has made me truly understand the coldness of autumn!" "It's not cold."

"It's like... it's like life is turning pale, like there is no future, like..."

Zhao Hanyue suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, "Just like those withered grasses, what is the meaning of their lives?"

"Just to die quietly in this late autumn?"

"I don't like this yellow."

"I like the exuberance of spring and the heat of summer. Even in winter...it is still white when covered with snow. There are fire-like plums in the white snow, which is the resistance to winter!"

"But what about this autumn?"

"The grass is yellow, the fallen leaves are yellow, even the blooming wild chrysanthemums are also yellow!"

"My eyes are all so yellow."

"It's like being buried alive in a grave made of loess. Even though you're not dead, you feel like you're not breathing."

"I struggled to dig open such a tomb and escape, but..."

Zhao Hanyue said nothing more.

Zhui Ming clearly saw the tears in her eyes.

The meaning of these words was not profound. Zhui Ming understood it and guessed the reason why Her Royal Highness the Princess was walking slower and slower——

He thought that what the princess longed for was the romantic love and the love with the young master.

What she was thinking was that she hoped that she and the young master could achieve righteous cultivation and have a beautiful marriage that was born out of writing.

Just like the encounter between Mrs. Fan and Zhongli under the peach blossoms in the spring rain of the past.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess took on the responsibility of supporting the wall!

The falling wall of the Yue Kingdom is not so easy to support, at least it means that she has to lose a lot.

Such as this wonderful time at the right age!

She takes the swords of the Mountain of Swords and will use them to fight in the coming years.

She will face bright red blood and pale death.

At this moment she suddenly felt something...

"Your Highness!"

Zhui Ming jumped off his horse, bent down and pulled out a piece of yellow dogtail grass.

"In this case, why force yourself? Why don't I take you to Ningguo!"

Zhao Hanyue threw away the wild chrysanthemum in her hand, as if throwing away her bad mood.

"I can't go!"

"It's never possible to go to Ningguo again in this life!"

"Let's go, let's continue to the knife..."

Before the word "山" came out of his mouth, Zhui Ming suddenly raised his head and looked forward!

Ahead, of course, is the direction leading to Knife Mountain!

Just on the winding path, in the withered yellow of the ground, there was a red person walking slowly from a distance!

People cannot be red.

Unless it's stained red by blood.

The man wasn't bleeding.

He is wearing a red monk's robe!

His head sparkled in the sun!

He also held a tin staff in his hand!

He is the red master of Zen Buddhism!

Unknown name.

But know the depth!

Because there are only six red masters in the entire Zen sect!

Their realm is as low as half a step to Grand Master!

He was obviously still far away, and he seemed to be walking very slowly, but at this moment, he was already about ten feet away.

Zhui Ming frowned, then suddenly opened his eyebrows. With a sigh in his heart, he took the dog's tail grass in his mouth.

What was supposed to come has finally come!

In late autumn, everything is yellow.

To die without even a cup of loess is a bargain for the vultures in the sky.

Zhao Hanyue also looked at the red-clothed archmage.

She slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again.

After all, I didn’t catch up with the life I wanted!

So it seems better to die here than to go to Daoshan.

She suddenly felt relieved.

Then a smile appeared.

There seems to be a touch of beautiful color in this dull late autumn wilderness.

Zhui Ming drew his sword.

Zhao Hanyue also took out the sword called Zhan Donkey.

If you are about to die, you have to give it a try with a sword! (End of chapter)