It's too hard to chase after the demon concubine

Chapter 1273 The Man in White
At this time, the top of the mountain.

Yun Qianruo stood quietly on the cliff, looking at the carriage that was fading away at the foot of the mountain, her face was hidden in the wind and snow, her expression was a bit ethereal.

The wind that swirled up from the bottom of the cliff blew her clothes fluttering, making a fluttering sound, but she stood there without moving for a long time, her eyes were always on the black carriage, passing through the long wind, watching it gradually Walking farther and farther away, gradually lost in the long wind and snow, until, I can no longer see it.

Yun Qianruo finally withdrew her gaze, looked up at the snowy and somewhat gray sky, stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake falling from the wind, watched it melt in the palm of her hand, and then disappeared without leaving a trace .

Snowflakes, born between heaven and earth, once amazed the eyes of all living beings, but eventually turned into nothingness, ethereal and traceless.However, no one can deny its existence.

Life, why not?

The same is true for all things in the world and all living beings in the six realms.

Bowing her head, brushing the flying snow on her clothes, Yun Qianruo turned around and left the cliff.

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The world says that the wind and the moon are ruthless, but it is the mountains and rivers of this world, the years and the floods never stop for the joys and sorrows of the world, even for a moment.

It was another snowy night with no moonlight, but the black snow that had piled up all over the ground was as bright as day.

Yun Qianruo sat on the eaves, holding a jug of wine in her hand, listening to the wind, watching the snow, and admiring the night.

That wine is made from aged peach blossoms. Drinking it is not for drunkenness, nor for drowning your sorrows. It is just because of love. After that, it makes people feel a little warm in this snowy and cold night.

Tonight is the seventh day since Bei Mingfeng left.

For the past seven days, Yun Qianruo has been the same as usual, she should eat, drink, participate in the competition and continue to participate in the competition, it seems that everything is the same, there is no difference, except... every time in the dead of night, tossing and turning , unable to fall asleep.

Even if he fell asleep occasionally, he would wake up in the dream, and in the dream, countless times, it was his figure who left indifferently, passing by, cold as ice, without a trace of nostalgia, the strangeness made people heartbroken.

Every time I wake up, I can no longer fall asleep. Tonight, I simply don't sleep. It is also good to enjoy the wind and snow outside.

After taking a sip of peach blossom wine, a feeling of warmth surged in his stomach. Yun Qianruo rubbed a ball of snow casually, threw it far away, and then heard the crisp sound, suddenly became interested, and rubbed it again Make a ball and throw it out again.

The snow is covered with white snow, the world is covered with silver, and the snow balls fly over and fall on the thick white snow. With a 'bang', it breaks and splashes the starting point of flying snow, just like a butterfly flying in the night.

Suddenly, a silver brilliance flashed in the place where the white snow splashed, and then, a white figure appeared in the vast snow field.

The sky and earth are silver and white, as if it is not as holy as his white clothes. The night wind is blowing gently, and his long hair is flying in the wind. It is pure silver in the night, and his appearance is even more amazing that cannot be described in words, just like the nine days. The cold moonlight on the top, noble and flawless, but dreamy and ethereal, it is a kind of extreme beauty that transcends the mundane world, without desires, needs, and wind and moon, like a nine-day fairy born from a feather.

And his eyes are also a pure misty silver color, in this long wind and snow, his pupil light is even more ethereal than this flying snow, cold and pure, not stained by a trace of mortal smoke or fire, and without half of the seven emotions and six desires.

But at this time, those ethereal and dreamy silver pupils were looking at Yun Qianruo who was sitting on the eaves and kept throwing snowballs.

(End of this chapter)