ter him from the storm has fallen.>Forever fell.Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui felt a slight ease in his heart. After Song Hengjiang's death, he was most afraid that Song Qingyue would not b...In the gentle sound of water, seawater naturally divides.
The fourth master of the renowned Chongxuan family in Qi State, responsible for the Chongxuan River on Undying Island, walked up from the seabed along the steps of deep blue water.
Of his four brothers, only he and his elder brother remain.
As the youngest brother, he was pampered from a young age.
The eldest brother is that typical wastrel. He's arrogant and looks down on others. He may have feelings, but he doesn't respect anyone.
My elder brother possessed extraordinary talent, shining brightly. I have always admired him deeply and held him as my role model.
But the best relationship is still between the three brothers, Chong Xuan Ming Shan.
The elder brother roams the streets every day, frequenting pleasure districts. The younger brother practices martial arts and studies every day, and they don't have so much time to spend with him.
It was the three brothers who took him running through the streets and alleys. When their family fell into decline, their father donned armor, and the three brothers perished in the First Qi Xia War. The clan held a deep grudge against Ming Tu, and he too harbored resentment towards them.
But when the second brother went to sea alone, only a floating diagram of pure land was left behind.
He didn't know what to say, the taste in his heart was indescribable.
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After that, he fled overseas and lived a life without marriage or children, nor did he strive for titles. Whether it was escape or longing, he never returned to Linzi.
When the old man departed, he only paid his respects to the distant Undvik. He remained steadfast in his vow to dedicate the rest of his life to the sea.
Unlike the self-reliant Chong Xuan, who established his own independent branch,
he did not separate and establish a family of his own. The control he held over Winter Island remained under the power of the Bo Wang Houfu.
"Fourth Master, how are you" Li Fengyao standing at the bow of the boat spoke.
Zhong Xuanming shook his head: "I didn't expect that the sunken island of Fuzhou would be so deep. It took three thousand zhang to find only a few fragments. However, Xu Ze is not completely incompetent. Before escaping, he had already thoroughly destroyed the Heavenly Grinding Disk."
"Xu Ze Ming might be a fool, but the Tai Xu Sect wouldn't send a fool out to represent them." Li Feng Yao mused: "This Heaven and Earth Grindstone, for the study of the Hai Zhu Ben Xiang, must have some effect. Xu Ze Ming's plan isn't entirely impossible."
"Not just possible" Chong Xuan Minghe said, "With the Dao Stage's calculations, it should be approaching perfection. But the sea beast destroyed everything, now we can't determine where the problem lies."
All sea creatures near the coast were shot down as arrows by Gaoyou, who fought with Xuan Yuan Shou across the barrier of the mysterious world. Each island had been rescued from the crisis.
At the moment when the war was about to reach its conclusion, the people of Qi needed more than ever to consider the post-war issues. For example, the reconstruction of the islands near the sea, for example, the division of responsibility...
Li Fengyao and Chong Xuanminghe both came from prominent families, of course they understood this principle. They led their troops to clear the nearby islands, it wasn't aimless wandering, but rather a precise strategy, striking at key points each time.
"Let's go to Star Pearl Island first to see the situation. There is a Void Corner Tower there..." Li Fengyao stood like an ice sculpture, his voice as cold as frost: "Finally, we will go to Huai Island."
The lightning waterfall of Fudo Island has long since dissipated, and people are finding life anew amidst the ruins.
Those legends, myths, and great burdens, though they also flickered before my eyes. But the most real pain always originates from the lungs and spreads throughout the skin. It is the familiar faces that die before me, the tangible wounds left on my body.
Tiān yá tái duàn zài tiān yá, huái dào bù néng zài gěi hǎi mín huái bào.
Willow leaned against the stone steps of Tiān Yá Terrace, utterly exhausted both in body and mind. The rouge on her face had been washed away several times by blood, revealing an unprecedented expression of bewilderment.
He had long since admitted his mediocrity and no longer tried to vie for anything. In this way, he faced life with equanimity. This included a stoic indifference, including the helplessness he felt when facing Jiang Wang Chongxuan's weighty presence.
... including being by the side of Qi Guo's bed, fishing at the Hai Lou brought a disheartening future.
But today, he didn't know how to describe all this to his master who had returned from the war in the Demon Realm...
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Hailing Island is devastated, and the Diaohai Tower has been destroyed.
The ancestor of the Diao Hailou appeared, the ancestor of the Diao Hailou died... This was more than just a collapse of legend.
> ...and Yangliu's home had become ruins.
His master, Protector Elder, was participating in the war to pacify the seas. But the sect's base was dilapidated, and when his master returned, what role could he possibly take on How could he bear the weight of it all
He hated his own mediocrity! He had done everything he could, but he couldn't save many people or minimize the losses.
And there, witnessed the legendary Bai Yu Xia, standing on the Tianya Stage washed by blood rain. Like a jade tree, she stood with her back to the willow trees, gazing at the distant sea, patiently awaiting the final outcome of this great battle.
Countless marine creatures, scattered and dying near Tianshatai, will in the coming years make this a fertile sea, capable of supporting countless fish and shrimp.
The murky blood-red had been swallowed by the sea, just as the raging thunder and lightning across ten thousand miles had receded behind the azure sky.
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The rule of fishing is that the line appears invisible when cast, and disappears without a trace. Just like the rustling stone dust that represents the dragon-fishing guest, it ultimately dissolves into the seawater.
The blue of the sky and the blue of the sea blend together, making one's vision feel very lonely.
At this moment, Bai Yu Xia saw a point of green leaping out from the boundless blue of Jiang Wang's eyes, gradually deepening and spreading its color.
The whole sky and sea, nothing else.
Alone, he walked in his blue armor.
Of course, he remembered leaving behind a stack of books on naval warfare for Jiang Wang when they departed from Jueming Island. He also remembered the two hundred-strong Marquis' Guard. They were elite soldiers personally trained by him and honed in the blood and fire of the demon realm.
Of course, he could imagine Jiang Wang leading his army into the Illusory Realm with a mighty force. With Fang Yuan-you as his deputy general and these two hundred well-trained guards as the backbone, linking up with the three thousand soldiers allocated from Jueming Island, they could easily establish an army of tens of thousands in the Illusory Realm.
Of course, he also wanted to know why Jiang Wang had come back alone like this.
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But when he saw Jiang Wang's weary eyes, he didn't need to ask anything else.
One person stood on the stone platform, and the other soared in the sky. They only exchanged a glance before their gazes were severed by the distant gale...
Bai Yu Xi stood quietly, turned around, and walked down the broken Tian Ya Stage. She walked to the willow tree and sat down slowly, very slowly.
Throughout the entire Hai Island disaster, though he was doing his best to save people, there was always a sense of detachment. The sadness and pain were right in front of him, but not quite real. Until now, he has entered the heart of it all.
Jiang Wang originally did want to say something to Bai Yu Xia, and that was exactly the reason he chose to travel above Self-Contained Island.
He wanted to give Bai Yuxia an explanation, but what kind of explanation
It's a good thing you didn't come with me to the Netherworld, it's a good thing you didn't die.
The moment he saw Bai Yu Xia, he knew he had nothing to say.
He could only fly further and further alone, chewing on unspoken samadhi!
At that time, the sea breeze rustled the waves, and there were voices between heaven and earth. Someone was humming softly——
> "Vast and boundless, the sky is covered in clouds,
Endless and weary, my journey home."
> I wish to wield the long spear and today fight in the sea of rage.
> "A mother loses her clothes, a child loses his embrace."
Where does the soul return to The jade is shattered, and the spirit platform collapses!
Every year on August 17th, things are quite special in the Kingdom of Clouds.
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Twenty years ago, the Yun Kingdom Joint Council unanimously passed a resolution establishing August 17th as "Yun Dynasty Day".
From then on, every year on this day. Every city in Yun Guo would offer the most beautiful objects to Yun Cheng, calling it the "Morning Ritual".
The Lingxiao Pavilion rarely directly intervenes in the affairs of Yun Guo. Even an aloof figure like Grand Master Ye is firmly against everyone making a big fuss and celebrating his beloved daughter's birthday with the entire nation.
But the wise Joint Council elders did not mention the Young Master at all, but instead offered congratulations with "yun," on par with the specifications of a national birthday. Ye Dazongzhu could only reluctantly accept this.
By the way, this festival is called "Hanacha-Matsuri" these days. The entire nation celebrates with exotic flowers and plants in Yun City.
But because the Flower Festival was held in many places, it wasn't unique enough. Therefore, it was finally decided to call it the "Cloud Morning Festival."
Of course, there's also an unspoken reason to avoid spreading this: to show respect for those in authority.
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The beauty of the Cloud Kingdom is renowned throughout the four realms.
The beauty of the cloud city surpasses that of all mountains.
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On the day of the Yun Chao Festival, all the finest things in the world gather here.
All kinds of jade carvings, stone inscriptions, bonsai and sand paintings, as well as the pearl-like shimmering towers, flying celestial beings woven with golden threads - all renowned for their beauty, can vie for glory in Yun City.
Yun Guo's commerce reaches throughout the world, and the people of Yun Guo have a broad understanding of beauty as well.
The so-called "Yun Chao Time, Hundred Countries Gather," has evolved to this day. Yun Chao Festival is no longer a small celebration confined within the borders of Yun Guo, but rather a window through which Yun Guo expresses and interprets beauty to the world.
In a way, this is also a means of expanding influence, and it is more readily accepted by people.
For many years past, Yun Chao Festival was Ye Qingyu's happiest day.
But today was different; she didn't smile all day.
That carefully applied, beautiful makeup looked like a mask.
All the beauty and wonder of the world were laid bare before her eyes, yet her gaze was unfocused, devoid of any ripples or emotion. One couldn't tell what thoughts occupied her mind.
The moon is high in the sky outside the window, and this day will soon be over.
Jiang An'an had spent the whole day playing with her junior sister, Wang Yueyi. She had already been led to rest and was probably enjoying a good sleep now.
Big Sister Wang Yue'rou sat quietly opposite the young master, finding those eyes that had weathered a thousand storms to be more captivating than all the pearls in the world. Even someone as gentle as she was starting to get angry.
No matter how heroic a person may be, he...how can he mistake such a beauty
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Ye Qingyu's feelings swayed not just Wang Yue'rou's heart.
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At the top of that cloud, under the bright moon, Ye, the dashing and elegant Grandmaster, suddenly opened his eyes, "It's here."
"What are we waiting for" Achou poked his head out from the clouds, snarling, "Let's do it!"
Ye Lingxiao snorted from his nose: "Go first."
A Chou said unhappily, "I might be outmatched." Ye Lingxiao had already rolled up his sleeves, but after thinking about it, he put them down and sighed, "Forget it."
But if he had been even a moment earlier, he wouldn't have minded coming down in the moonlight and blocking him to give him a punch. It's just too bad that Yun Chao Jie is now almost ending, "Is Ye girl here Please tell her, Jiang is here to keep his promise!"
When Wang Yueyou heard such a loud voice, she just happened to see how the beautiful eyes in front of her rippled with waves, shining brightly for a moment! The light makeup that had been carefully drawn since early morning and the carefully selected dress also came alive at this moment.
She gracefully rose and moved aside, pushing open the courtyard gate: "Young Master, she—"
"I'm here!" a voice replied from behind...
Crisp and refreshing, like a clear spring gurgling.
Girl, you don't know how to be modest, or how to make him wait a little!
Of course she could see the man outside the door — his blue shirt was immaculate, newly cleaned, and he had carefully styled his hair with a jade crown. His clean features were bathed in moonlight.
The jade at his waist was crystal clear and translucent, and the boots on his feet were spotless.
The person's mental state was excellent, and their qi and blood were like a surging river.
A person stands under the moon, radiant and warm. They are tall and composed, like a vibrant evergreen pine tree.
Wang Yuero's lips parted slightly before closing again. There was, after all, reason for her not to be reserved!
"Your Highness," Jiang Wang nodded politely, his gaze shifting from Wang Yue's shoulders upwards, his voice noticeably lifting: "Qing Yu!"
At that time, the door was slightly ajar. Ye Qingyu walked out from inside, her fairy-like beauty surpassing the moon by three parts. Her long skirt trailed on the ground, fluttering as if it wanted to ride the wind.
Her gaze fell upon the point where Wang Yue's shoulders met Jiang Wang's...
Seeing Jiang Wang so radiant and dazzling, he only said, "It's so late, are you tired"
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Wang Yueyou suddenly felt superfluous. She clutched her skirt and, with a stoop of her shoulders, squeezed past Jiang Wang and disappeared into the night.
Jiang Wang stood stubbornly in the moonlight, smiling and saying, "How could I be tired This expedition to the Spirit Realm was a complete victory! The plan of the Sea Clan to rise as the dominant species has been shattered by us! It's just that the Spirit Realm is a little far from here, so it took some time on the road, but luckily we didn't miss today completely."
Ye Qingyu listened quietly as he finished speaking, her eyes softening a few points: "Every year on this day, I'm the happiest. This year especially so. Thank you for overcoming all obstacles and bringing yourself back to me unharmed. Xiao Jiang, you worked hard."
The light in these beautiful eyes is so warm.
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Jiang Wang's eyes, once a mirror, shattered. Out poured the exhaustion, unmasked and overwhelming. "Not hard,"
He smiled warmly and reached out his hand, saying, "Happy birthday!"
Ye Qingyu reached out to grasp his hand, just like she had at the riverbank pavilion. But halfway through her reach, she pulled back half a step and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Jiang Wang was stunned, instinctively wanting to avoid it, but deep down, she couldn't bear to.
Although it was Ye Qingyu who pounced into his arms, he felt as if he was the one being embraced.
He could feel Ye Qingyu's hand gently stroking his long hair. Listening to Ye Qingyu's murmur, right by his ear:
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"It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Jiang, don't be sad..."
He slowly leaned back, bringing his face down to bury it in Ye Qingyu's shoulder.
On the most beautiful night of the Yun Chao Festival, this human hero who had successfully returned from the demon realm, this human warrior who had fought to the death in the Illusory Realm, this young generation's military achievement leader in the present world, this dazzling son of heaven, cried silently like an injured puppy.
This time in the Maze, he lost too much!
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Again and again losing!
Three thousand soldiers who would lay down their lives, two hundred loyal bodyguards, Fang Yuanxian who always served diligently, Ji Yanru who was both a teacher and a friend despite only meeting for the first time...
But could he weep on the battlefield where human and sea races clashed
Can he be sad on the Tianya Forum
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Can a person like him, who bears the weight of hundreds of thousands of lives and the blood feud, show vulnerability in public
He sometimes appears strong like a symbol with the word "strong" written on it. But he's not truly incapable of pain or sadness!
He is strong because he can only be strong.
He endures because he can only endure!
That night when he left Fenglin City, he told himself that from then on, he could only walk his own path.
Now everyone says that Jiang Wangzhi has friends all over the world, and when he calls upon them, a hundred heroes respond.
At that time, the white-haired youth who walked out of Fenglin City had only an ordinary iron sword, a heart nurtured by hatred, an opportunity located thousands of miles away, whether it could be fulfilled was unknown, and a younger sister whom he was willing to protect with his life.
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Can this world allow him to be vulnerable
Ye Qingyu didn't hear Jiang Wang's sobs, but her shoulder did hold Jiang Wang's tears.
It also held within it the exhaustion, grievance, sadness, and anguish that flowed like a mountain flood. She still remembered the first time she saw Jiang Wang, in the midst of her flustered awkwardness, that sudden flying kick...
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She still remembers the life confusions of the young man from a small town flowing on the letter paper.
She once saw Bai Fa Jiang Wang walk down the back of Yun Cheng alone, his hair white.
She once witnessed Jiang Wang's triumphant figure at the riverside pavilion when he won the top prize.
She waited for him on the blood-soaked battlefield of Wunan, and in her countless letters sent over five years, she held onto hope.
But today, she embraced him. She embraced the boy who was huddled and afraid in the crimson maple forest, uncertain of this very night or the path ahead.
She should have embraced him a long time ago.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！