Through thousands of years, life after life, just for you

Chapter 9

Melancholy, the beautiful broken willows opened the curtain of the night, and the crescent moon wandered in the clouds, hazy, mysterious, looming. -
Not far away, a snow-white gauze dress flutters like butterflies, silky hair, gentle and elegant, a woman waved a long sword in her hand, knocking down the scattered leaves on the ground, tears flooded her sight, and burst into tears. A burst of mournful sighs came into my ears clearly.The dense cold smoke gradually diffused, blurring her delicate face. -
"Yun Wu, are you missing Mu Qiuhan again?" A blue shadow swept across the dark night sky, drawing a few flashing butterflies, and Qing Yiying appeared in the remnant night. -
"Hmm!" The woman shook her head slightly, retracted the silver sword that was still flashing coldly in her hand, and moved the lotus steps lightly, but stopped after taking a few steps. -
This was the place where she swore to each other with Mu Qiuhan. She was reluctant to leave. Why is love so easily blown by the wind...
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In the middle of the night, by the Laiquan Lake...-
"Qiuhan, where are you going alone?" Yun Wu stopped Mu Qiuhan who turned around and wanted to leave. -
"Go and do a few important things." Mu Qiuhan replied calmly. -
"How long will it take?" -
"I don't know, maybe a few months, maybe decades." A trace of guilt appeared on Mu Qiuhan's face. -
"Can you not go?" -
Mu Qiuhan shook his head without hesitation, "I will never give up on what I have decided!" -
That's right, the things he decides will never be changed easily, no matter how much he says, he can't stop the fast horse who wants to leave, that's all, just let him go. -
"Then, I'll wait for you, whether it's months or decades, I'm willing to wait." -
There was a little pity in Mu Qiuhan's eyes, and he hugged Yun Wu's slender waist and branded a light lip mark on her forehead, as softly and quickly as a dragonfly's touch, "I will be back."

After bidding farewell to his lover, Mu Qiuhan galloped away on a maroon horse. -
Looking at Mu Qiuhan's leaving back, a few traces of melancholy slowly rippled in Yun Wu's heart:-
Qiuhan, you must come back, I will wait for you here... -
The fleeting years are like water, and the years pass by year after year. -
Jiangnan is still prosperous. -
There was such a news in the rivers and lakes: Mu Qiuhan, the sage of ten thousand swords, killed himself overnight. -
"No, Brother Qiu Han won't die, he promised me that he will come back..." Yun Wu couldn't help but shouted. -
In the pitch-black coffin, the lonely air exudes a cool breath, and there is a male corpse lying in the coffin. -
White sand and thin clothes, concentric jade pendants.Although the face of the male corpse has long been bloody and bloody, it is not difficult to conclude that this person is Mu Qiuhan based on the only piece of concentric jade pendant in the world. -
A kind of affection, two lovesickness; yin and yang separated, tragic. -
As the sun goes down, the flames fade away, but the afterglow is still there. There is no sadness, no sorrow; -
Tears fell like meteors; Yun Wu heard the sound of her heart shattering bit by bit like a butterfly breathing, and a fatal spring of pain rolled in, covering the whole heart. -
"Brother Qiuhan, I've been waiting for you for three years. Is this the answer you gave?" Yun Wu snorted coldly, and a stream of blood gushed out from her mouth, staining the dismal black coffin with a thick deep red color. -
"Yun Wu, why are you crying and hurting? Since he is willing to go to the underworld alone, why bother to be sad. You only have endless resentment towards her, not heartache." White teeth and red lips Such a sentence floated out in the floating room, and Yun Wu said to herself, the voice seemed to reveal an inexplicable sadness in a desperate voice. -
Pick up a glass of remnant wine and drink it up in one gulp, I don’t know if I’m familiar with it, lift up the glass to relieve my sorrows and worry more, the clouds dance and look at the lonely boat, only the shadow of the river flows, please annihilate, a cup of remnant wine, the wine is weak, how can the night breeze be refreshing, lovesickness tears, A little sad. -
Thinking back to the past, the water is red and the pulse is flowing. -
After Mu Qiuhan was buried, Yun Wuzai never laughed. She seemed to have become a thousand-year-old iceberg, and no matter how warm the fire was, it would never be able to melt a little bit of ice on this thousand-year-old iceberg. -
He——Qing Yiying, a Qingshan master who is called absolutely ruthless by people in the rivers and lakes, but he is gentle and considerate to Yun Wu, and he is obedient; only in front of him, Yun Wu does not need to hide her inner world, nor does she need to pretend to be herself , in front of him, Yun Wu was as fragile as a bullied child. -
Without Qing Yiying's existence, Yun Wu might have died long ago. He was the one who suddenly appeared when she needed help the most. For her, Qing Yiying would rather give up everything about herself. -
When you meet this confidant, what else do you want in life? -
Yun Wu is willing to follow Yiying to the ends of the earth, even if she doesn't love him, at least she won't betray her, and she will be with him for the rest of her life, never leaving her. -
Without an alluring appearance, without a seductive dancing posture, without a heavenly singing voice, Yun Wu is just an ordinary woman; but Qing Yiying has a soft spot for her, he likes her elegance and beauty. -
(End of this chapter)