Looking Through the Mirror

With almost no effort, Yijian Fengchan found him in Plum Blossom Pier.

At that time, Jianxue Wuming was leaning against a not-so-tall tree as usual, holding a leaf in his hand, playing an out-of-tune tune intermittently.The wind gathered from all directions blew the falling flowers all over the ground, making his loose long hair a little messy, and suddenly he really looked like the rumored rebellious son of God.

Touching the cyan flute at his waist, Yijian Fengchan smiled softly, "I came from Yuezhou following the clues about Jiupan all the way, but I didn't expect... to meet you here."

The person under the tree didn't say a word as if at a loss for words, but turned his face slightly, probably looking at the person coming from the corner of his eye.

Yijian Fengchan then continued: "Long time no see, I am Yijian Fengchan's only friend in this life." After a moment of silence, he continued: "Still calling you by my name?" The swordsman's voice was low, perhaps due to the long-term lack of water He was even a little hoarse, he paused every word, with the meaning of gnashing his teeth, "Jianxue is nameless?"

Jianxue Wuming finally turned around and looked at him, "You shouldn't have come." Subconsciously, he put his hand behind his back as if wanting to pull out the Mo Dao that never leaves his body, but after groping, he only touched the cold scabbard, "Good Fortune Fool."

"Apart from these eight words, do you have anything else you want to say to me?"

"No. As you can see, Jiupan Jianxue was originally alone."

"Draw your sword," Yijian Feng Chan put his hand on Sha Jie's hilt, "You should understand, I never listen to hearsay, seeing is believing."

The young man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes after hearing this, and there was a flash of struggle on his face, but the thousand words finally turned into a soft sigh that seemed to have never existed.

The next moment, the lotus came out of its sheath, and the light of the sword was as cold as the moonlight.After a moment of cold light, the plum blossoms in the valley finally withered.Suddenly it began to snow on Pixian Mountain.

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