Devil Sword in Jianghu

Night, gradually deep. The dusty Pavilion, which has been noisy for a day, is finally quiet under the cold moonlight.

The midsummer night is boring and restless.

Dugu Xiao didn't know how much wine he had drunk. Although he was smiling all the time, Shangguan Wuyou was so cold when he saw his smile.

The younger generation in Wulin is still drinking Dugu Xiaoxiao's wine. Today, he is the groom and the bride is the eldest lady of Xiaofeng villa.

If it's not worth drinking happily and making a mess, when will it be worth drinking like this.

Shangguan Mingyue sat quietly on the happy bed with a big red satin quilt, with a big red cover over her head.

The two women and two maids in the new house stood in silence.

In the room, several red candles as thick as children's arms jumped and lit up the bright red new house.

In the heart of the bright moon, she is thinking of traceless, thinking of the young traceless who has been away for three years and waited for three years.

She was thinking about every bit in the medicine fairy Valley, about traceless playing with herself in the bamboo forest, about traceless catching poisonous snakes to frighten herself, about traceless's painful expression when traceless illness broke out, and about traceless's nervous and anxious expression when she accidentally fell down.

There are two people who always sit side by side on the boulder in sunny summer. Even if they don't say a word, they are still so comfortable and beautiful in their hearts.

Traceless always picks all kinds of wild flowers, weaves them into all kinds of garlands, or puts them on her head or her neck. Or put it on her arm.

That kind of flower fragrance is so intoxicating and comfortable.

"I won't let you die. Three years later, you will marry me and I'll wait for you here."

She remembered this sentence, which was what Wuji said when she decided to leave Yaoxian Valley to look for xuelinglong and her life experience. At this time, in addition to heartache, what else?

Three years later, he came back, but he became someone else's bride. It seems that God has made a joke on himself, a joke that makes him sad and makes him traceless.

"You've recovered from your illness?"

"Nature is good."

Thinking of this sentence, she felt a trace of relief, a trace of sad relief.

When she was in Yaoxian Valley, she would rather hurt herself every time she had a pain attack. Every time she saw that traceless was covered with silver needles, she would cry sadly.

But now, he's better.

All right, that's nice. This is what Mingyue thinks at this time, and it is also her only comfort.

She felt heartache for today's reneging, like a knife twist.

I don't want to fly away with you. No matter where I go, I will never be separated. Even one day, one hour.

But in order to live without trace and for the long cherished wish in her father's heart, she finally made a decision against her heart.

In front of me was the silk handkerchief dyed red by traceless blood, floating around in front of me, so bright and dazzling.

The heart stirred again, a faint pain, a stream of hot blood poured into the throat and quietly flowed out of the corners of the mouth.

At this time, Dugu Xiaoxiao pushed open the door of his new house.

Several teenagers were making noise outside. Dugu smiled and drove them away, and then drove the four servants out of the room.

The door closed with a bang, and the candles in the room jumped.

The moon's thoughts were interrupted, and then she smelled a strong smell of wine that made her sick. Immediately after that, Dugu Xiao held the veil in his hand.

In the candlelight, Dugu Xiaoxiao staggered in front of him, as if he might fall at any time.

Suddenly, he gave out a few giggles, reached out and pointed to the pale face of the bright moon with a wisp of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, saying: "beautiful, really beautiful, really worthy of being a rare beauty..."

Vague words, but full of pride.

Suddenly he saw the tears of the bright moon hanging on his cheek and stared, "are you crying? Why cry? Today is a day of great joy. Why cry? "

Then he staggered and sat down next to her.

She involuntarily moved a little to one side and whispered, "I didn't cry."

He put out his sleeve to wipe away his tears and gently lowered his head, never looking at Dugu's smile.

"I know you're crying. Do you think I'm really drunk? I'm not drunk. I'm awake! Are you still thinking about the boy named traceless? Is he your former lover? "

The bright moon "Huo" stood up and said, "I've married you. Naturally, it's your mother. How can you talk nonsense?"

Dugu Xiaoxiao suddenly took her hand and asked her to sit down. He said in a very gentle tone: "I know what you used to be like. I don't care. But from today on, you are the lady of Dugu Xiao. You can't have anything to do with him! "

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe you. Dare you say you won't miss him anymore?"

The bright moon suddenly stayed, followed by a pain in her heart. She also hesitated in her heart, but it soon became clear that she really didn't want him, I'm afraid she couldn't.

Dugu Xiao suddenly hugged her and pressed her under him. His eyes suddenly became cold and his tone was like the ice in the cold sky: "if you dare to think about him again, I will kill him!"

In the sound of words, with a wave of his left hand, a gentle palm wind swept out. The room was dark and several red candles went out immediately.

The moon's tears flowed out quietly in the dark again, and her heart suddenly became disillusioned.

"What's the use of even thinking? I am no longer the bright moon in his heart... "

A moment later, in the middle of the night, there came a sad scream, like a beast hit by a sharp arrow, or a howl when a man suddenly met with complete despair.

This howl came from the dust Pavilion in the quiet night, especially harsh!

As soon as Wuji left the Chenyuan Pavilion, he let go of Dugu Xue.

"Thank you, miss Dugu."

Dugu Xue's heart trembled slightly when she looked at the blood all over her body.

"In fact... I really hope I will always be mu Xue in your heart!"

She said this sentence faintly, and then turned to the dust Pavilion.

”You should live for the people you love and the people who love you“ After taking more than ten steps, she suddenly turned around and said such a sentence.

Without a trace of pain in his heart, he smiled bitterly and said, "the person I love“

He glanced at the earthly Pavilion again and said in his heart, "one day, I will come back“ Although the injury on the body is shocking, how can it be compared with the pain in the heart?

He suddenly let out a long roar, as if he wanted to vent his depression with the long roar.

He left the dust Pavilion and ran away aimlessly.

Around the Chenyuan Pavilion, surrounded by mountains, the scenery in front of us quickly regressed and passed, and the wind sounded in my ears. He seems to have forgotten the scars and pain all over. He just wants to run down endlessly.

Until he was exhausted, his whole body was as soft as cotton, and he could no longer lift half his spirit, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky, and there were night birds in the forest.

He fell on his back and fell on the soft grass. There are cold stars in the sky, and the moon shines brightly. However, in his heart, inexplicably sad.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart, burning every inch of his body, which made him feel so uncomfortable.

What shook in front of her was the pale face of the bright moon with tears hanging, and Dugu Xiao's face with a cold smile standing beside her.

It was late at night, and there was an occasional low roar of wild animals in the mountains and forests. The wound on the traceless body no longer bleeds. The clothes stained with blood adhere to the wound. If you move a little and affect the wound, it hurts into your heart.

Although the blood doesn't flow, the sting is even worse.

Suddenly, he held the hand of the long sword and firmly grasped the handle of the sword again. His eyes, which had been staring at the cold star in the sky, suddenly looked clear and sharp.

But he still lay on the ground, motionless.

Under the glow of the stars and the moon, I saw black figures flying through the woods, surrounded quietly in all directions.

The tired birds in the forest were so frightened that they flew away from their nest, flapping their wings and circling in the night sky.

In the twinkling of an eye, I saw more than a dozen figures floating around him.

Under the moonlight, the bronze masks on their faces looked strange and frightening.

Several of them are wearing Eagle face masks. Obviously, they are the eagle guards of the Earth edge Pavilion. Other people's masks, like angry King Kong, looked gloomy and terrible.

The long swords in their hands gleamed coldly under the stars and moon, and they could feel the chill from a distance.

Traceless still lying on the ground, his hands open at will. As if he didn't know he was surrounded.

A dozen pairs of cold eyes flashed, staring coldly through the mask, lying on the ground, bloodless. The foot moves carefully and gradually approaches without trace.

"Is this boy dead?"

Finally, someone whispered, which was full of doubt.

"No, all he suffered were skin injuries, not fatal!"

Another whispered.

Although traceless did not move, they were still very careful, because they were still worried about traceless swordsmanship.

A night owl suddenly shrieked, and its voice was creepy in the silent mountains.

All the people seemed to be frightened, and the long sword in their hands trembled slightly.

With the cry of the night owl, he had been lying lazily on the grass without any movement, and suddenly jumped up straight. The Xuantian magic sword in his hand was even more dull and dull under the moonlight.

However, after jumping seven feet, he suddenly twisted his waist, whirled his long sword and swept away at the dozen masked people.

A fierce and domineering sword spirit then forced them!