Vol 7 Chapter 824: There is no us in the story

Lu Zhengkang looked back and saw Qing Ningzi coming from the starry sky with a sword that was blooming.
Tonight, she didn't wear a Taoist gown, but a big water-blue sleeved shirt, with her black hair in a flying fairy bun, pinned to the golden jade pearl hairpin, and swaying with the wind, like the bright stars behind her.
Lu Zhengkang moved aside two steps to make room on Caiyun, but Qing Ningzi refused to accept his kindness and still stood on the sword.
"Come on, my clouds are quite big."
Qing Ningzi glared at him grotesquely, "Don't make you think bad." After saying that, she walked over gently, and Lu Zhengkang saw the embroidered blue shoes under her skirt trying to trace her face, and then suddenly hid heavily. There was no trace in the hem. The green sword was put in his hand, Qing Ningzi lifted the magic sword upside down, the cold light reflected the cold moon, and suddenly disappeared from the sheath.
They were close, they were no more than a foot apart.
He didn't have the good smell of sea salt, instead he had a cold minerality, almost unsmellable.
And the scent of layers on her body is like falling into the depths of a hundred flowers.
Lu Zhengkang looked at her portable sword.
"This cold pine was given to me by my master. It has been with me since I was a child. I often use distilled pine oil to maintain this sword."
He could almost imagine her slowly wiping the blade with a cotton pad soaked in turpentine, her bare hands like frost, colder than the blade. Is the scent of turpentine mixed in her palm lines?
Qing Ningzi looked at Xibian Yue, "Would you like to go to the sky to see?"
Lu Zhengkang looked at the long sky, the sparse clouds and sky made people feel the slight cold in the bottom of the heart, and looked down, the earth was reckless.
The silver moon is like a hook, the lingering light is reflected on the evergreen vegetation of the Kunlun Mountains, and there is a thin frost in late autumn, and now it is as clean as an ice mirror by the moonlight.
"I'll take you to the main peak of Kunlun Palace to take a look. It's also considered to be my landlord friendship."
"Will you be punished by your teacher?"
Lu Zhengkang remembered that there were also several Taoist patriarchs on the main peak. It was inappropriate for him to talk about love within the scope of their spiritual thoughts. For a while, he was a little embarrassed.
Lu Zhengkang looked at Qing Ningzi apologetically, she smiled clearly, and then said, "It's fine to go for a walk in the Kunlun Mountains. After all, there is no life in the sky."
"Every time I see you, it's a guest, Qing Ningzi. After Chilou fights swords, I go to Qinglian Jianzong to find you. We travel the world together, okay?"
Qing Ningzi raised her sleeves, half-covered her cheeks, looking at her eyes, as if snickering, "When you meet my senior brother, don't show your stuff."
"He wants to break through the soul, but it's not a year or a half. It's you, I'm afraid you don't have time to come out. Moreover, the dark hand desire in Qinglian Sword Sect is not good for your Vernal Equinox line... Qingningzi, we They are not idle clouds and wild cranes."
"If I really want to travel with someone, let's not talk about sect chores. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, but life and death cannot be blocked." When Qing Ningzi was talking, he put down his sleeves, and Lu Zhengkang saw her moving lips. , Rouge was so soft that it fainted a layer of peachy red, like a veil in a dream.
Lu Zhengkang pursed his lips, "Then do you really want to travel with me?"
Qing Ningzi waved his hand proudly, "Don't dare not agree to someone, lest he pretend to be a mortal with no cultivation base to lie to me."
Lu Zhengkang laughed lightly, "That's the most interesting time since I came to this world. Qingningzi, do you remember the story I want to tell you? Are you interested in listening?"
"If you want to, I won't be able to brush each other, but don't blow the cool breeze in the sky first, let's go to the forest."
Lu Zhengkang stepped into the cypress forest at the eastern foot of Kunlun Mountain, pressing the falling colored clouds.
There are many mysteries hidden in the ancient mountains, even the Taoists of Kunlun Palace do not know what is buried under this area.
Lu Zhengkang and Qing Ningzi were walking on the soft soil. From a distance, they heard the gurgling stream among the insects in the forest. The two slowly walked upstream following the stream winding among the litter.
He continued to tell the story of Jiang Qing and Yue Rouxia.
"I remember saying last time that Yue Rouxia broke into the lock demon tower to save her lover. When she found Jiang Qing, Jiang Qing was dying of torture by the group of demon in the tower. She hurried to help her lover to heal her injuries. Yue Rouxia was seriously injured, and her fetal gas was moved by forced movement. On the one hand, she was her love and her own flesh and blood. Yue Rouxia knew in her heart that under such circumstances, there must be someone who needs to sacrifice."
In the woods at night, the light that leaks is like slanting branches, and the moon sky is a big banyan tree on the forest canopy. Qing Ningzi raised her hand to catch the light branch, the tiny water drops lingering in the light, she took out a thin hand of ice crystal, spread her hand, the ice crystal slowly whitened, showing a snow color.
Lu Zhengkang's storytelling voice became low.
"She told Jiang Qing that everything was the conspiracy of Kong Lin, the demon holding the banner, but she never told him of the desperate situation she was facing. This pair of lifelike partners, on the eve of their farewells, cuddling with each other. Yue Rouxia Use one's last invigorating energy to keep the fetus from being born smoothly, and then let go."
Qing Ningzi gently blows the snow in her palms, and the white mist that blows from her lips and pods is shining ~EbookFREE.me~ The frosty mist is flying, floating on the stream in the forest, the entanglement spreads out, giving off a soft warmth In the light, there is a beautiful flower cluster shining inside, floating on the water surface, together with the reflection.
Qing Ningzi smiled, "Look at this flower bush, does it look like the day when Jiang Qing and Yue Rouxia bid farewell in your story."
Lu Zhengkang leaned over to pick it. Naturally, he couldn't touch the scene of the condensed magic spell. However, when he put his fingers into the water, he also picked up a pool of cool petals, spread his palms, and blew gently. From the start, the plethora of Rou Ni flying around.
There was a scream from the forest.
Lu Zhengkang and Qing Ningzi cast their gazes into the shadow of the woods, and the peepers in the dark fled hurriedly.
The two didn't chase, it was nothing more than the little demon in the forest.
They continued to walk towards the top of the stream. At the middle of the mountain, there was a secluded pool in the sinkhole. The crack in the top of the cave penetrated into the starlight, reflected on the surface of the pool, and glittered with phosphorescence on the rock wall.
Qing Ningzi said softly to Lu Zhengkang, "You turn around."
Lu Zhengkang Yiyan.
She wandered to the edge of the pool, which was a depression of a huge rock with smooth edges and no soil.
He heard some small movements, like a dragonfly falling on a grass stem, shattering the dew on the tip of the leaf, followed by the wavy movement when wading.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, the moon shining on his back.
She was sitting by the pool, immersing her calf in the pool, like a jade biscuit shimmering in the water, and the light shattered by microwaves was like a jumping pearl.
Qing Ningzi looked sideways at Lu Zhengkang's back and said softly, "Lu Zhengkang, don't tell other people's stories."
"Okay. I won't say if you don't want to listen."
"It's not that I don't want to listen."
"Why is that?"
"I just, I just feel that there is no us in the story."
https://
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Bookstore mobile version reading URL: