The Legend of Futian

Eastern wasteland, land of one hundred countries, Nandou country, East China Sea.

A dark golden black wind carving spread its wings in the East China Sea, not too fast.

There are two figures on the back of the Black Wind Carving, namely Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu.

Ye Futian came all the way from Huangzhou, first went to the East Wasteland Shushan, then to Nandou Kingdom and Cangye Kingdom, and finally passed through the East China Sea to Xuegong, and then went to Qingzhou City. .

Those who walked along the way were left with him, Huajieyu, and Xiaodiao.

At that time, the small sculpture came out of Qingzhou City, among the mountains.

Thinking about it now is like a century.

They are not in a hurry, otherwise Ye Futian will reach Qingzhou City in one step across the space.

He didn't do this, but walked the same way before, feeling this tranquility, or maybe he wanted to make Hua Jieyu feel it too.

Hua Jieyu was silent along the way. Ye Futian couldn't know what she was thinking, but Ye Futian didn't try her out. In Tianyuan Academy, once he saw Hua Jieyu, he let Fei Xue follow. Around.

He did not disclose the special talents of Fischer, which will be of great use in the future training of core characters at Tianyi College.

According to Fei Xue, when Hua Jieyu faced him, his emotions were extremely calm, like water, quiet without waves, without admiration, but without hatred, or any other emotions.

"This is the East China Sea. At that time, I, my teacher, and the Xiaodiao flew from Qingzhou City to the East China Sea to Donghai City. The first time I took a look outside the original Nandou Family House, then you were practicing in the East China Sea Academy. The sea breeze was blowing, Ye Futian said softly.

Along the way, he said a lot, Hua Jieyu listened quietly, occasionally nodded slightly, but rarely responded.

"I remember the first time I went to the East China Sea Palace, and I also saw you again in the Ziwei Palace." Ye Futian looked at Hua Jieyu's profile, of course, she is still so beautiful now, but with At that time, the beauty was once green, with a somewhat sloppy young girl's posture, like a fairy, full of aura.

"However, I still prefer you today."

Ye Futian smiled softly, he held out his hand and held Hua Jieyu's hand.

Hua Jieyu's fingers trembled, and she glanced down, but she saw Ye Futian's five fingers clasp her fingers, holding her tightly, she raised her head, and her eyes looked at Ye Futian, only to see Ye Futian's extremely gentle smile: "Xie Yu, no matter what you look like, you will still be my wife."

Hua Jieyu's eyes dodged a little. She didn't look at Ye Futian, but looked forward, but her hand didn't shake off, leaving Ye Futian to hold it tightly.

"Xie Yu, after seeing the teacher and sister-in-law, I will tell them that you were seriously injured and temporarily lost your memory. The teacher and the sister-in-law have only one daughter, can you understand them?" Ye Futian asked with a smile.

After seeing the interpreter, the teacher and sister-in-law are bound to behave intimately. He is worried that the interpreter responds strongly. In that case, the teacher and the sister-in-law are afraid that they will be more sad. They have been sad for many years.

Hua Jieyu thought about it.

"Well." She nodded slightly, and Ye Futian smiled.

"Sit down." Ye Futian took Hua Jieyu and sat on the back of Heifengdiao, as if back to many years ago, looking at the island in the distance, Ye Futian gradually smiled and went to many places. What brings him the most peace is still this small island city.

Qingzhou City is still so peaceful, as if it is a place outside the world, without any dispute with the world.

In front of the cottage on the shore of Qingzhou Lake, some people are playing chess and others are watching.

One of the middle-aged men was wearing a white shirt. Although he was middle-aged, he could still see the elegant and handsome man. If he was twenty years young, he would be a beautiful man.

Hua Fengliu's biggest hobby in these years is to play chess. Over the years, he has developed a habit of leisure and calm.

There were many people watching.

At this point, the two figures walked behind the crowd and looked at it quietly, without disturbing the crowd.

However, the temperament of the two was too outstanding, and there were still people beside them who looked back and looked at them, a pair of stunners who were secretly surprised in their hearts.

Moreover, the young man looked so young, but had silver hair, and the woman looked a little familiar.

"The posterity also knows chess?" An old man asked next, and those who watched chess were too old.

"Understand." Ye Futian nodded with a smile.

"How is that guy playing chess?" The old man asked, pointing at Hua Fengliu.

"Not so good." Ye Futian smiled.

"Yo, the young man is so breathy." The old man smiled. "Then you enter the court and kill him a few games later."

In a round place, no one can win that guy, and he doesn't know if the future is bragging. He would love to see someone who can kill that guy's power.

"I still have something, this is the end of the game." The person opposite Hua Fengliu said, and then shuffled the game. People around laughed, and naturally knew that the guy had lost.

"Epigenetic, try?" The old man next to him looked back at Ye Futian, who was behind the crowd.

"Okay." Ye Futian nodded with a smile. "It's just, I dare not win him."

Hua Fengliu's attention has always been on the chess game. He has no dispute with the world these years. He has no interest in spiritual practice, so he is much less alert and rarely observes the surrounding environment.

But at this moment I heard the sound and found it very familiar.

Looking up, he looked at the white-haired figure in the crowd, took a slight poke, and then smiled and said, "Nothing happens and I come back to do something."

"The disciples will not come back to see you again, for fear that you will forget your teacher." Ye Futian joked.

"Forget it, forget it, I didn't care about you apprentice." Hua Fengliu seemed very calm, Ye Futian naturally knew that this guy has always been like this.

Although Ye Futian was smiling, she felt a little sad inside, and her teacher had more white hair, and her two sisters were already pale.

"Teacher, see who this is." Ye Futian's body turned away. Behind the crowd, a beautiful figure stood there quietly, and even if he saw it, the **** in the hands of Hua Fengliu fell into the ground. .

He stood up with trembling body, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Xie Yu." Hua Fengli walked out of the crowd and came to Hua Xie Yu's body. He shook his hand and touched the hair of Hua Xie Yu with his fingertips, as well as his face. of.

His fingertips were also shaking.

Ye Futian was even more sad when he saw this scene. He was sorry for the exegesis, sorry for the teacher, and although she came back with the understanding language, she was not complete yet.

"Xie Yu, what's wrong with you?" Hua Fengliu saw the strange look of Xie Yu, could not help but look at her and asked.

"Teacher, Xie Yu was so injured that she had forgotten many things, but she will definitely recover in the future." Ye Futian comforted, he could only say so.

Flowers for a while, amnesia.

After some fighting in his mind, he looked at Huajie and said, "It's good if people are still there, just fine."

In these years, he often thinks about his daughter. In the dream, in his memory, the agile and beautiful figure is the pain that he cannot wipe away.

Although I forgot, but people come back alive, this is a good ending, isn't it?

"Xie Yu, do you remember me?" Hua Fengliu asked with a trembling voice, as if with a glimmer of hope.

Hua Jieyu looked at him quietly, and Hua Fengliu had understood it. He retracted his hands, and seemed to have nowhere to rest, but was a little nervous.

"Leave, let's go home and show your mother first." Hua Fengliu wanted to go to pull the tongue, and then took it back.

"Well." Hua Jieyu nodded gently, and on the way, Ye Futian had already ordered her, and she would not reject it.

"Let's go." Ye Futian took Hua Jieyu's hand and left with Hua Fengliu, and the people here watched them leave.

"Merry disciple, is he?" Said an old man. Ye Futian that year caused a lot of movement in Qingzhou City, and it is still a legend in the minds of many young people.

"Well, he's back, so handsome." The person next to him nodded.

Hua Fengliu and Ye Futian When they came to the hut, people shouted, "Wenyin, see who's back," before they enter.

Several people were not as good as in the yard of the hut, and saw two figures coming out.

Nan Douyin had a smile on his face, but the moment he saw Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, he couldn't move.

"Xie Yu." Nan Douwen's voice trembled, and for a moment, she was in tears.

"Dad."

A crisp voice came, and the figure next to Nan Douwen trot trot toward the flower wind, holding his hand.

It was a girl, five or six years old, very beautiful, just like a girl in a fairy tale, just a glance would make people like it.

Ye Futian just wanted to shout out, and then her eyes were deeply attracted by the little girl, and she could no longer look away.

From the girl's body, he seemed to see the figure of understanding language. Although the young people are very different, they are still very similar.

The girl took Hua Merry's hand and raised her head to look at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu. UU read the book wwwww.uukanshu.com. The immature voice came out of her mouth: "Daddy, sister is so beautiful, like a fairy."

Hua Fengliu could not help crying when she heard her sister's title.

Yeah, that's her sister, dear sister.

Ye Futian squatted down, his eyes were a little red, he stretched out his hand, and landed gently on the girl's face. His movements were as light as a little force would hurt the girl.

"What's your name?" Ye Futian asked softly, his voice extremely soft.

"Flower reading language." The girl looked at Ye Futian curiously, and the tender voice spit out from her small mouth.

For only a moment, Ye Futian's already red eyes could no longer hold back, and tears fell down.

Words, beautiful names.

But the name made him feel broken.

How have teachers and teachers come over these years!