Passionate has been hurt since ancient times.

For a world where transportation and communication belong to ancient civilizations, separation has always been the most melancholy thing. Once a mortal is parting, it may never be seen forever. Therefore, there is a saying that letters from home are worth thousands of gold, and countless poems that have been passed down through the ages are also out of farewell sorrow.

Although there are people in this world who can fly, Xue Mu now knows that not many people can. And even the small number of people who can fly will suffer greatly and cannot last long. So when they first met, they came in a carriage.

Overall, this is still an ancient transportation model. It is definitely not a false statement that Yue Xiaochan's farewell was said to have met two or three years later.

In such a world, there are also five miles a short pavilion and ten miles a long pavilion. People see each pavilion and one pavilion after another, but they just say goodbye. When they enter the city, they enter through the north gate, but then they exit from the south gate. Five miles away from the south gate is the river water, and there are pavilions by the river.

Xue Mu still didn't let go of his hand and held Yue Xiaochan and walked slowly. Both of them walked very slowly. Wuli Short Pavilion was naturally smelled of the long Pavilion.

Neither of them spoke, and countless poems of love echoed in Xue Mu's heart, which were tossed and turned into a ball, but at this moment he regretted his learning and was unable to write a paper.

Until he saw the gurgling river, Yue Xiaochan smiled slightly: "The South Gate is not good."

Of course the South Gate is not good, the distance is too short, and it is only five miles away. If it were the North Gate, you might be able to send it all the way back to Lingzhou...

When we arrived at the pavilion, there were green willows and thousands of threads. Yue Xiaochan leaned against the willow tree, fiddled with branches casually with her slender hands, and looked at him seriously: "Have you thought of the story?"

Xue Mu nodded: "Okay."

Yue Xiaochan smiled happily, flipped her slender hand, and made a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from somewhere. She threw it casually, spread the paper and pen on the stone table in the pavilion, and the ink strips accurately hit the inkstone, and then instantly melted into juice.

"It's not that I don't want to slowly polish the ink and add fragrance to you like Meng Lan." Yue Xiaochan slowly took off Yu Xiao and whispered: "I have something else to give to you, let's start together."

Xue Mu nodded and stepped forward to write.

At this moment, he was in great chaos and really couldn't play with original works anymore. There was a story that met Yue Xiaochan's requirements and could be used after a makeover.

The story tells the story of Mr. Xue, who came from a foreign country, who lived in the home of a female landlord, but he was not in line with the widowed female landlord's daughter Chan'er, who was only thirteen years old. Unfortunately, Chan'er was too young to be withheld. In order to get close to this girl, Mr. Xue married the female landlord as his wife.

That's right, it is adapted from the famous "Lolita", and it should be called "Luo Xiaochan".

Yue Xiaochan looked at her head and laughed out loud: "If the master sees this story, you will never have to think of her in your life."

Xue Mu sighed and said, "Customized text..."

Yue Xiaochan nodded: "It's right, this is fake, but I just want to see it."

This story is very long and Xue Mu writes it very slowly. Yue Xiaochan did not continue reading, leaned against the willow tree, lifted the jade Xiao and sent it to her lips.

A faint sound lingers on the riverside, the river water flows, and the sound waves are surging, but it can never hide the sound of the sound, which is slowly and clearly echoing. The sound of the river water seems to be accompaniment for her, like a symphony hall.

Xiao Sheng's tune was something Xue Mu had never heard of, but he could guarantee that this was the best Xiao Sheng he had ever heard in his life, like crying, complaining, resentment and admiration, a ray of thought surrounded him, drilling into his ears and into his heart. A melancholy grew silently in his heart, just like the night at that time, sadness and helplessness, desolation and grace.

Without charming skills, it is purely arousing the hearts of people and arousing sorrow. It cannot be resisted by any prop or any technique.

"If you want to listen to this, I am the best expert in the world. I am still listening to music and music. I am really crazy." At that time, Yue Xiaochan's teasing was still in my ears. Xue Mu felt that he was really crazy. He only looked at his appearance, only seeing her charm, her charm, but never paid attention to what else would people do, what they love, and what they hate.

Then he firmly cut the distance, she wanted to leave, and he wanted her to leave.

Looking at the false stories, plagiarisms, custom products that he wrote, they were insincere and ugly. Xue Mu finally couldn't continue writing anymore, and he threw his pen in a fury and broke it into two pieces.

Yue Xiaochan turned her head and looked at him angrily throwing his pen, as if she was a little surprised, but a smile flashed quickly.

Jade Xiao lightly tapped his crimson lips and brushed his slender fingers through the eyes. The sound of the flute was still floating slowly, and then it became louder and louder. Soon the mountains echoed and lasted forever. The endless melancholy led to the sound of heaven and earth, burying the sound of the river torrent.

In the sky, Yue Xiaochan turned into a phantom, flew past Xue Mu, took half of the "Luo Xiaochan" into his pocket, turned around and floated into the river. He stepped on the waves barefoot and walked along the way, and sent her singing in the wind:

"Lock the same heart, and get a dream of spring. The couple of people in the willows can give you a short pavilion."

"Since then, the scenery of the moon has cleared and cleared. As you wish, don't think about it, forget it."

There are no gorgeous poems, no pretentious and whitewashing, and the simple white songs speak melancholy. Xue Mu looked into the distance, and the thin shadow walked away on the waves. Soon the fragrance was in vain and could no longer be seen. Only the river was flowing silently.

He unconsciously covered his chest, feeling like something was about to crack, and his breathing began to be sluggish.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and a jade pointed at his forehead. Xue Mu took a deep breath. The feeling of depression slowly disappeared, and his breathing gradually returned to normal. He leaned against the railing, panting violently, his whole body as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his head was full of sweat.

Xue Qingqiu stood quietly beside him and looked at his eyes seriously: "Chan'er didn't perform any tricks, but it naturally reveals it, and your qi and blood will be disordered. I know you have the ability to break the delusion and clear the mind, but she felt sad and unrestrained. Since your heart has feelings, how can you resist it?"

Xue Mu panted: "I..."

Xue Qingqiu stretched out his index finger and stood it on his lips: "Go back with me to practice, you are too weak."

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Mu Jianli walked all the way on the Beijing Avenue.

Her destination was a big mansion. When she walked to the door, the two guards showed a clear look of admiration on their faces: "It turns out that Miss Mu has arrived, please come in quickly."

Mu Jianli nodded slightly to the two of them and walked slowly in.

There were already many people in the yard, with various sects in their clothes, and there were several stretchers in the center covered with white cloth.

Someone was shouting: "The demon girl of Xingyue Sect is unscrupulous and openly kills our eight sects. Even Master Dongfeng died of the demon girl's shameless sneak attack. We must settle the account!"

Someone was sarcastic: "This is the capital, and the court's laws do not protect the perpetrators, and they will die in vain if they die."

Someone said angrily: "Do you Qixuan Valley want to stay out of trouble? Don't forget that your Qixuan Colored Clothes are also worn by their prostitutes!"

The man replied, "Now Xingyue Sect no longer uses these clothes. I heard that the people of Hehuan Sect are starting to use them. Do you think it is important to stop the Hehuan Sect from demonic conduct, or to fight Xue Qingqiu bloodily?"

Just as this noise was heard, Mu Jianli walked into the yard.

As Mu Jianli appeared, the noisy environment became much quieter in an instant. Everyone looked at Mu Jianli with complex emotions. Some people were admiring, some were jealous, and some were admired, and some were admired.

Mu Jianli stood by the white cloth and was silent for a while, and bowed to several senior figures on the main position: "Jianli has met Master Mo Gu, Master Yuan Zhong, and Master Miao..."

The master of the seventh profundity valley master of the eight major sects of the righteous path was Mo Xuexin, who was also a graceful young woman.

The second place is Master Yuan Zhong, one of the eight major sects of the righteous path, named "Thousand-handed Manjushu".

It is obvious that to compete with Xue Qingqiu, there must be such a character. Once they really choose to compete with Xingyue Sect, such characters will be a sign of starting a war between the righteous and the demons.

Mu Jianli's expression remained unchanged, but the feeling of passing Yue Xiaochan just now flashed through his heart.

The young master Xingyue was shocked by his talent and his thirteenth transformation, which should be a major event that shocked the world. It would be fine if the righteous heroes here didn't know it, but they didn't know how to practice themselves. They kept shouting, and their own desires were everywhere, and they each had their own plans.

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