Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 239 Even if it is heartless but deeply affectionate 3
After finishing speaking, with a secret force in his hand, Su Mian staggered and fell to the ground.

"Haha, Suyu, are you and Bai Hua not selfish? You keep saying that you love Bai Hua, but you have never won his love. Bai Hua finally chose me, but pushed me into hell. Love me, but want to marry me to make me fall in love with him, what a cruel person he is, he didn't even give me a sympathy, do you know how cold the night in Shuhe Temple is, and I am How did you survive all night and all night? Haha, Suyu, what right do you have to criticize me now?" Su Mian's sad smile resounded throughout the Shuhe Hall, scratching the willow over and over again. Heartless ears.

"But I'm your own sister after all, when you put the lovesickness Gu on me, didn't you think that in addition to your hatred, there are some happy things in these years, and these are not enough to make up for the injuries you have suffered for so many years? "In Suyu's memory, Su Mian still has a certain degree of sincerity towards her.

"Suyu, you..." The bead of Su Mian's eyes kept leaking from the corners of her fingers, and it bloomed on the white jade ground. How can you blame others?Seeing Su Mian limp on the ground, all this should come to an end, after all, love cannot be obtained, it is God's will that people in love can't be together, God's will is impermanent, how can it be determined by man.

The first ray of morning sun sprinkled down the lake surface, forming a dazzling wave of microwaves. At this moment, the forehead of the distant mountain was depicted, and the vermilion lips lightly pursed a faint red, like a haze 33 days away. A golden phoenix was lightly adorning the clouds, Auxiliary Quan is majestic and beautiful, with a green veil as graceful as a butterfly, standing in front of the burning sword furnace, the heat rises up and the veil is as graceful as a butterfly's wings, looking at the rolling fire oars in front of him, a burning clear Jianyin is hidden in the raging fire. The opening of this sword is to sacrifice her life blood and sacrifice the sword with her spirit. This sword has its own life, so it can save Bai Hua. A kind of happiness, being able to save the one she loves with her own life, that is what she can give him in the end, what else can she ask for in this life.

Stepping onto the sword-casting stage as if growing lotus every step of the way, looking at the billowing flames, what appeared in front of my eyes was Bai Hua's startled face. At this moment, she was no longer her, she was Suyu, and I could fully feel it. Although Suyu was dead in her heart, she was longing for rebirth. At the moment she lost Bai Hua, Suyu had already died, leaving only a body in the world, and now she is using her stumped limbs to fulfill the one she loves. Biggest wish.

Perhaps, she will see her again by the Sansheng Pool for thousands of years, and she will see her with a smile, and the grievances in this life will be understood, but in the next life, they will not miss it again, okay?

The moment Suyu jumped into the sword-forging furnace, scorching hot air hit her face, and in just an instant, Liu Wuqing was burned by the hot air. The pain only lasted for a moment. After a while, she found that the cool wind was blowing around her body. When she opened her eyes, it was already translucent suspended in the air. Obviously, she broke away from Suyu's body again, and watched Suyu's body being swallowed by the fire bit by bit. Until the end, only one corner of the water-green Jinpa is still silently telling the sad story... The sword floating in the flames at this moment seems to have sucked enough human blood, and the whole body is faintly glowing. With the red light, the pool of sword water was stirred and turbulent, and the vibration spread to the surroundings over and over again, as if the earth collapsed and collapsed half of the pool surface in an instant, flying sand and gravel, broken rocks and bricks, rolling magma flowing along the collapsed pool surface The outflow instantly drowned several palace eunuchs who were barely standing. For a while, there was continuous mourning, and then the sky thunder rolled, and it hit the glazed roof of the palace one after another. In an instant, the roof crumbled and the beams crooked, and a strong wind swept in.

The old emperor tightly guarded the crown on the top of his head, pulled the corner of the national teacher's clothes and trembled for a long time, and was speechless. The national teacher said with a solemn face: "Smelting the Bingcang sword is to change fate against the sky. The catastrophe must be endured forever, and once this catastrophe is over, Zhou Guo will be able to relieve his urgent needs."

It was only at this moment that Liu Wuqing truly understood what the national teacher said before, "At Bingcang, thunder shook Kyushu, and Bingcang sword rose from the flames little by little, like a male lion that just woke up, looking down upon all living beings." Suspended in mid-air, dark red patterns meander down from the hilt, and the bright red sword body presents a chilling coldness.

It's just that the shape and aura of this sword are very familiar to her. If she thinks about it more carefully, she will know where this familiarity comes from. After chasing, a puff of white smoke rose in front of her eyes, and the white smoke softly attached to Liu Wuqing's body. This feeling made her very at ease and comfortable. After a while, her eyes were still slightly closed, her thoughts were peaceful, and in the haze, there was a soft hand She put it on her forehead, carefully and considerately pushed back the broken hair on her sideburns, the faint sandalwood lingered in her nose, when she raised her eyes in a daze, she saw that she was in the arms of someone, whose appearance was blurry and ugly, but Wearing fluttering white clothes but seeing them very clearly, Xuan Qing is the only person in this world who is keen on wearing white clothes, and who can wear white clothes. Well, counting a white birch, but seeing Xuan Qing here is a bit of a dream However, seeing Bai Hua can barely be considered reasonable, but why didn't this Bai Hua come here on the battlefield?

The sudden withdrawal of the spirit body caused Liu Wuqing's thoughts to break and become chaotic, and he returned to Suyu, who was covered in himself for a while.Physically, when a white shadow flashes in front of my eyes, I naturally think of Bai Hua, but my memory of Bai Hua still stays under his trap, and I don’t remember the others clearly, and my position is still Suyu, who yearned for Baihua, felt very relieved when Baihua unexpectedly came to rescue her from the sky, and secretly praised Suyu, she is not in vain!

Murmured softly and hummed Bai Hua a few times, these voices were subconsciously shouted out, but to others, they sounded a bit shy and coquettish, but the man shook her hand in vain, but she didn't think too much about it, Taking advantage of the situation, he rubbed his head into the man's arms again. The young man in white looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, and there were slight ripples in his eyes, which were usually indifferent. His slender fingers touched her forehead, and a ray of white light flashed. The girl in her arms fell into a deep and steady sleep, her plump and slightly pink lips slightly pursed into a smile.

This time Liu Wuqing had a dream. For so many days, she didn't know whether she was living in a dream or in reality, but the only thing she was sure of was that this time it was a dream. In the dream, dark clouds covered the sky, The roaring sound penetrated the entire wilderness, the wildfires everywhere were rushing like a prairie fire, and the ground was full of corpses. Liu Wuqing was born in a peaceful era, although he had seen bloody experience of killing, no No matter how big or small, he can be regarded as a top hero, but this is the first time such a tragic scene. Dark smoke and dust filled the sky, and a thick blood was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, devouring the countless few people on the battlefield bit by bit. A person who survived, his limbs and arms were piled up like a mountain. In the center of this massacre, there was a mountain of corpses. Liu Wuqing vaguely saw a white figure swaying in it.

Liu Wuqing vaguely recognized that the person whose corpses piled up on the mountain seemed to be Bai Hua, who was still beside her just now. At this moment, Bai Hua's eyebrows and eyes were guarding the Bingcang sword, which stirred up the sky and the clouds were churning. The witch general of the Qiang tribe, who was stepping forward, continuously dripped blood from the large and small knife wounds on his chest, seeping through the heavy silver armor, dripping on the pile of corpses, and dripping blood from the hand holding the Bingcang sword, along Leaving the hilt little by little, the bright red blood streaked across the silver-white blade. At this moment, Liu Wuqing suddenly understood where her so-called familiarity came from. The Bingcang sword in Bai Hua's hand was not right It was the Xuanxiao sword in his hand. It turned out that the cause and effect before was actually because of this sword.

Liu Wuqing stared blankly at the Bingcang sword in Bai Hua's hand. There were some inexplicable things before, but now the truth has come to light. The Xuanxiao sword was originally sacrificed with Suyu's living soul, but now she is the master of this sword Naturally, a ray of ghosts will also cover Suyu's body. Now that Suyu brought herself here, is it possible that she wants to tell herself that she still has a wish for something?

Liu Wuqing continued to look at it calmly. Although the Xuanxiao sword moved Kyushu with thunder, and the cold air permeated the place where the sharp point pointed, the Qiang tribe was originally a small iron-blooded tribe. The Qiang tribe became more and more vigorous, one after another, leaning over Bai Hua as if a wave covered the waves, the wailing and tearing sounded one after another, resounding in the air for a long time, this fierce battle lasted until three After three days and nights, it was only at dawn on the fourth day that a ray of sunlight shone on Bai Hua's blood-stained face, and the outcome of this vicious battle was decided. The only survivor of this vicious battle in Da Zhou was Bai Hua. , and the Qiang tribe suffered a catastrophe in this fierce battle, and the whole clan died suddenly on this battlefield, leaving only one dying Wujun who raised his head to the sky and screamed three times, and said slowly: "Today My whole family was destroyed by your sword, and I refuse to accept it, if it were not for the sword in your hand, you, a yellow-haired boy, would have absolutely no way of defeating this lord, and I will die with peace in my eyes!"

Bai Hua supported the ground with her sword, her blood-losing face was as pale as a sheet of white paper: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Why do you need to talk too much? Anyone who offends my great Zhou Tianwei will be punished no matter how far away!"

Wu Jun stared at the blood-stained sword in Bai Hua's hand with his scattered pupils, and with a strange smile on his mouth, he said slowly with difficulty: "Bai Hua, you boast of being wise all your life, but how do you know that the sword in your hand is The origin of Bingcang is well known in the world, but no one knows the secret better than our Qiang tribe. If you want to make this sword, you must choose a girl who was born in the lunar calendar and put her life into this sword. In the furnace, cough cough, Bai Hua, you are as smart as you, can you guess who is the chosen girl?"

(End of this chapter)