Yunmeng Shuangjie

Meng Yao smiled: "Why did you bring me here?"

It was rare for Jiang Cheng to smile gently at him, but he didn't say anything, but Meng Yao always felt that there was something pressing in his heart, she was unspeakably angry, and under the extraordinarily calm appearance was gushing fierce magma.

Shuangxi Tower got its name because of the sight of two big rivers facing each other, which merged into one place.

Jiang Cheng Yujian went to Jiangxin, and when he looked back, the river was rushing, and the waves were rolling, which wet his clothes, and he neither dodged nor evaded.

"Look." Jiang Cheng turned around, and headed straight for the turbulent Jiangxin.

The Shuangxi Tower is high and has a wide field of vision. If you go up to this tower, you can see the strange mountains in the distance around and the big river nearby.

Meng Yao raised her eyes, it was getting late, there seemed to be a heavy rain, the black clouds rolled over, the floating clouds covered the skylight, the wind was blowing against the waves, the turbulent waves were crashing against the shore, the sound of the waves was getting louder and louder, and she was about to die.Leaning on the railing at this time, one can't help but feel the sudden wind and thunder, and the feeling of ferocity.

The high mountains on both sides restrained the East River and the West River, rushing towards them, splashing turbulent waves several feet high in the air.Jiang Cheng was standing in the middle of the river where the two rivers meet, his long sword was flying, and his robe was billowing in the air, passing through the air, making a sound like tearing silk.

The three-foot autumn water sword is colder than the river water, and the sword is swung out.

In an instant, the world is colorless and everything is silent!

The confluence of the East River and the West River was abruptly cut off for a moment, and the river stopped suddenly, revealing a deep, deep sword mark.

The great river crosses, the blue sky opens, and the sun suddenly appears.

Holding the sword in Zhongliu, Jiang Cheng stood in the heart of the river without moving, and the river water that had been stagnant for a moment crazily crashed down, submerging him.

Looking at him, Meng Yao felt an eternal sense of loneliness.

Jiang Cheng stood there, as if he had traveled through the ages, as far away as the four realms, as if he was the only one left in this world.

It seems like a long time, but only for a moment, this feeling is fleeting.

Meng Yao heard herself calling something softly, he had never spoken so softly before, as if she was afraid of frightening the fish at the bottom and the people on the water.

He said, "Jiang Wanyin."

You turn around and look at me.

The author has something to say: Shuilongyin·Guonanjian Shuangxi Tower

Xin Qiji

Raise your head to the northwest floating clouds, relying on the sky for thousands of miles, you must have a long sword.People say that here, you will see each other late at night, and the bullfight is blazing.I feel that the mountains are high, the lake is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are light.Waiting for the burning rhinoceros to look down, but leaning on the railing is afraid, the wind and thunder are angry, and the fish and dragons are miserable.

The gorge and the Cangjiang River face each other, pass the dangerous buildings, and you want to fly but you still hold back.Yuanlong is old!You might as well lie on a high bed and use curling to cool your mat.The rise and fall of the ages, the sorrow and laughter of the century, can be viewed at a time.Ask who is unloading again, a piece of sail on the sandy beach, and a slanting sun cable?