C663 The Nine World Emotions Tribulation

When he first met her, she was standing under the osmanthus tree with her lips pursed and a smile that made people's eyes hurt.

He once thought that he was dead. In this chaotic world where flames of war were flying everywhere, killing was the eternal melody. Any beautiful thing that waited for it was to fight and destroy. No one could escape the devastation of fate.

However, when she struggled to help him up, he realized that all of this was not an illusion. It turned out that in this world, there really was someone so beautiful that even the fairy in the sky could only be eclipsed.

In the north, there was a beauty who could topple cities with a smile.

The road down the mountain was not rugged, but her body was already covered in sweat. He did not know why she had spent so much effort to save a person who had nothing to do with him. Smelling her fragrant hair, he opened his mouth. He opened his mouth, but did not say anything.

"Let this dream grow a little longer. . . "

He slowly closed his eyes and thought.

When he woke up again, her figure was no longer in front of him. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he suddenly felt a little frightened.

A familiar sound of footsteps came from outside the door, driving away the uneasiness in his heart. This sound, in his dreams, he had already heard it countless times.

He knew that she had come, and also understood that the dream was not a dream.

He stayed at her house just like that. As a person who took him in, he stood alone in front of the bed at night and looked out the window. There were no stars in the night sky, and even the moonlight seemed cold. It was as if the branches in the distance were covered with a layer of frost. Tears silently flowed down his face and wet the bedding. Suddenly, he somewhat missed home.

When he entered the residence, it was still spring. Now, it was already ten miles of lotus flowers. His graceful bearing caused scholars to fight over painting. He accompanied her on a boat on the lake and looked at the corner of her mouth that inadvertently curled up. In a trance, it was several years of spring and summer.

There were two small guesses, but time answered.

It was unknown when, a kind of thing that they originally missed gradually sublimated in their hearts. The candlelight in front of the flower swayed lightly, illuminating the atmosphere. He suddenly asked what she wanted. She smiled and didn't speak, and only bent down to hug him even more tightly. He was stunned for a moment, and tears instantly flowed out from his eyes.

What was love in the world?

Lying on her shoulder, he secretly swore that he would never let her down in this life. And the only thing in this world that was worthy of her was. . . Only this era.

Time passed like water, and in the blink of an eye, the flowers turned cold.

Today was the day he left. She stood under the osmanthus tree like the two of them had seen each other for the first time, silently brushing away the falling flowers on his shoulders.

"Wait for me, I'll be back soon. "

"At that time, no one will be able to separate us!"

He held her hand, and his eyes were filled with reluctance. After that, he became resolute. His great cause had yet to be accomplished, and now was not the time for love. He resolutely turned around and left, and his back gave off a feeling of ruthlessness.

As his figure gradually moved further and further away in his field of vision, she kept waving her hands in an attempt to keep him. However, in the end, she could only powerlessly lower her head.

She knew that he had his ambitions, and she was absolutely unwilling to become his burden.

He had walked for ten years, and his sword had only killed for a full ten years. No one understood why he was so obsessed with fame, so persistent that even the most valiant general of the enemy did not dare to look at him. His personality was too eccentric that people called him Sword Demon. Because people thought that demons were the most heartless creatures in the world.

However, what people did not know was that after every battle, he would take out a piece of osmanthus cake from his bag and chew it repeatedly. Following that, he swallowed two lines of clear tears that contained many meanings from the corners of his eyes.

The sword might be cold, but the devil might not be heartless. He had too many bitterness in his heart, but he was destined to not tell others.

A promise was a promise. After ten years of fighting, he would finally be able to take charge of the imperial family.

On this day, he finally ascended the throne that symbolized supreme imperial power. He looked at the king of the previous dynasty, who used to be extremely glorious, but now, he could only crawl under his feet and tremble. There was no joy on his face. Now that things had come to this, He just wanted to tell her the news as soon as possible, because of the circumstances. . . He had already cut off his communication with her. He did not dare to imagine what kind of yearning she had for him thousands of miles away. He rushed out, not even caring about the upcoming coronation.

When he arrived at the place that the two of them had agreed on, he waited from the sun to the sunset, but he could not find her. There was only the sound of mourning that filled the heaven and earth. Immediately after, a mourning team came up to him from afar, and his heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain.

The person he had been thinking of day and night was buried in the coffin. He used his hand to gently stroke her jade-like face. He was in a daze and did not speak a word. Although the country was beautiful, if you were not by his side, What is the use of this dynasty and the world?

In his past life, the world was in chaos. He had left his home in dejection. He had struggled alone for hundreds of miles, and he was leaning against the osmanthus tree. In his daze, his smile was like a flower. When they met, his shadow was flawless.

In his second life, his heart was like water. He supported his family and rushed to the manor to support him. The branches were all alone, and the cold moon silently made people cry. She was lost, and she didn't know where to settle down.

In his third life. . . The sun entered the manor in spring, and a lotus flower appeared within ten miles of the manor. The elegant clear water fully displayed Xia Hua's beauty. He followed the wind to draw with the scholars, and they got to know each other. What kind of spring and summer was this?

Four lifetimes. Two young children did not guess, and time answered. Time flew by, and in a short period of time, the shadows of the sunset dyed the sunset. It covered up the childhood sweethearts under dusk, and with a light laugh, it faded away the thoughts of the family.

Five lifetimes. Love had no roots when it fell, and fate gave birth to no sprouts. Once one's heart was thrown into disorder, one's embarrassment would be like candle wax, and one would only allow one to see the prosperity of the world before a flower. One would be able to enjoy a lifetime of glory and glory.

After six lifetimes, one would possess the body of a jade leaf, the status of a slave, and one's background would cause others to gossip. From then on, he would seize the world, and his delicate hands would lightly stroke and fold flowers. He would leave, and he would detain the world.

Seven lifetimes. The evening drum and morning bell. The golden war horse and the iron horse. She was bold and bold, and her body was wrapped in a white veil. Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside the city gates. She held on, and it was only for her sake.

After eight lifetimes, a promise was made. After ten years of fighting, she finally managed to control the imperial family as she wished. She stepped on the ground with a desolate voice, and then she turned around. A bright moon hung in the sky, and her clothes fluttered in the wind as she returned home.

Nine lifetimes, countless battles, lives like quicksand, exchanged for falling flowers in the coffin. After being stunned for a long time, no one spoke. They couldn't laugh at how foolish this matter was. Their hearts were dead, and yin and yang would forever be drawn.

Burning poetry entered painting.

Flowing water and autumn meant others.

The gentle breeze made him mute.

Under the rain and the moon in Jiangnan,

The sound of the zither was far away from emotion.

He held his hand but did not say a word.

The ferry had been prosperous for a few years.

Frost dyed the branches.

It was true that the years were cold.

Twisting a brush against a flower.

The sound of the wind squeaking in the human language.

He looked back and sighed.

Her hair was wrapped in white hair.

[Is she still the same as before? Under the moonlight?]

The setting sun was flawless.

People are under the rain of the South Bridge.

Tears fell like sand.

The bitter wind dispersed the lead.

Red Sleeve Dance, boastful.

Who did he marry?

The road is hard to solve! [A lifetime of nonsense. ]

The sword fell without her.

The moment before the flowering of fate!

Can you put it down?

Turning around, the moon ends tomorrow.

I'll cry on the road to Qingming

And who was he talking to?

How could Rong Hua live up to half a sentence of concern?

Broken Rain, Jiangnan, Moon Shadow Painting

Who was the one who caused the world to be thrown into chaos?

The wind was raspy in Human City.

The string broke the lute.

It was the first time they saw each other.

Broken Rain, Jiangnan, Moon Shadow painting.

[It's the falling shadow that you've been dreaming about for the rest of your life!]

The gentle breeze never loses its elegance.

It is like falling all the flowers in the world.

It was home that drifted along with the wind.