Chapter 1932 Yunchao Festival

In the gentle sound of water, the sea water naturally divides.

The Fourth Master of the Chongxuan Family, the most famous family in the Qi Kingdom, is in charge of the Chongxuan Minghe River on Neverwinter Island. He walked up the steps of the dark blue water flow from the bottom of the sea.

There are four brothers in his generation, and now he and his eldest brother are the only ones left.

As a younger brother, he has been favored since childhood.

The eldest brother is a typical playboy. He is a high-spirited person, so he doesn't like him very much. There is emotion, but there is no respect.

The second brother is extremely talented and dazzling. He has admired him since he was a child and considered him his goal.

But the one with the best relationship is the third brother Chong Xuan Mingshan.

The eldest brother spends his days wandering around the streets and willow alleys, while the second brother practices, studies and performs martial arts every day, so they don't have that much time to spend with him. It was the third brother who took him all over the streets.

When the family declined, the father wore armor, and the three brothers died in the first Qi-Xia war... The clan members deeply hated Mingtu, and he also resented him deeply.

But when the second brother went to the sea alone, only a pagoda was left behind.

He didn't know what to say about the feeling in his heart.

After that, he went overseas and never married, had children, or competed for titles. Whether you say you are escaping or saying you miss me, you have never returned to Linzi.

When the old man left, he only held sacrifices in Neverwinter Island, sticking to his promise to spend the rest of his life on the sea.

Different from Chongxuan Chu Liang who established his own business. He did not separate his family and stand on his own, and the Neverwinter Island he controlled under his name still belonged to the power of Bowang Hou Mansion.

"Fourth Master, how are you?" Li Fengyao, who was standing on the bow of the boat, asked.

Chong Xuan Minghe shook his head: "I didn't expect that Feizhou Island sank so deep into the sea. It took me three thousand feet to find some fragments. But Xu Zeming was not a complete idiot. Before escaping, he had completely destroyed the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth. "

"Xu Zeming can be a straw bag, but Taixu Sect will not put a straw bag out to represent their walking." Li Fengyao thoughtfully said: "This big millstone of heaven and earth must have a certain role in studying the true nature of the Lord of the Sea. .Xu Zeming’s plan is not completely unfeasible.”

"Is it more than feasible?" Chong Xuan Minghe said: "With the performance platform, the deduction should be close to perfection. But the sea beast destroyed everything, and now we can't tell where the problem lies."

Gao Jie used all the sea beasts that were ravaging the coastal waters as arrows, and fought with Xuanyuan Shuo across the realm of confusion. The islands have emerged from the crisis.

At this moment when the war is about to come to an end, the people of Qi need to consider more post-war issues. For example, the reconstruction of offshore islands, such as the division of responsibilities...

Li Fengyao and Chongxuan Minghe both came from famous families, so of course they understood this truth. They led the troops to clean up the offshore islands, not just wandering around, but taking action to clear away the silt, always focusing on the key points.

"Let's go to Xingzhu Island to see the situation first. There is a Taixu Turret there..." Li Fengyao stood like an ice sculpture and said coldly: "Finally, we will go to Huai Island."

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The lightning waterfall covering the island has long since dissipated, and people are looking for life again on the ruins.

Those legends, myths, and great commitments have passed before my eyes. But the most real pain always arises from the heart and penetrates the hair and skin. It's a familiar person who died in front of me, and it's a real wound left on my body.

The Tianya Terrace is cut off at the end of the world, and Huai Island can no longer be embraced by sea people.

Yang Liu sat on the stone steps of Tianya Terrace, exhausted both physically and mentally. The powder on his face had been washed away with blood several times, and he showed an unprecedented blank expression.

He has long since admitted his mediocrity and has stopped trying to fight for anything for a long time. In this way, he allowed himself to face life calmly. Including Zhao Wuyan's indifference, including the feeling of powerlessness facing Jiang Wangzhong and Xuan Zun, including Diao Hailou's depressing future beside Qi Guo's bed.

But today, he didn't know how to describe all this to his master who had returned from the battle in the Mysterious Realm.

Huai Island was devastated and Diaohai Tower was destroyed.

The founder of Diaohai Tower appeared, and the founder of Diaohai Tower died... This was more than just the collapse of a legend.

Also turned into ruins was his Yangliu home.

His master is an elder who protects the sect and is participating in the war in Jinghai. But the sect's headquarters is in ruins. What can the master do when he comes back? How can you bear it?

He hates himself for being so mediocre! Even if we try our best, we can't save a few people or recover much loss.

Bai Yuxia, who had witnessed the legend, was standing on the Tianya Platform washed away by the blood rain, with his back to the willow like a jade tree, looking out at the distant sea, waiting for the final outcome of this battle.

Countless sea beasts died piecemeal near Tianya Terrace. In the next few years, this will be a fertile sea... supporting many fish and shrimps.

The turbid blood color has been swallowed up by the sea, just like the clouds and thunder that have raged for thousands of miles, it has been hidden behind the blue sky again.

The fishing line of the rules is invisible when it rises, and it also disappears without a trace. Just like the stone powder representing the dragon fisherman, it finally dissolved in the sea water.

The blue of the sky and the blue of the sea are mixed together, making people's vision very lonely.

Bai Yuxia saw Jiang Wang at this moment - among the endless blue, a little green jumped out, gradually smearing, and the color became heavier.

There is nothing else in the whole sky and sea.

He only wears green armor and walks alone.

Of course he remembered the pile of naval battle-related books he left for Jiang Wang when he left Ju Ming Island, and of course he remembered the 200-person Marquis Guards. They were elites that he personally trained and forged in the blood and fire of the demon world.

Of course he could imagine how Jiang Wang led his army into the Mysterious Realm with great force. With Fang Yuanyou as the deputy general and these two hundred well-trained guards as the skeleton, linked with the 3,000 soldiers assigned to Ju Ming Island, one can easily support an army of tens of thousands in the Mysterious World.

Of course, he also wanted to know why Jiang Wang came back so alone.

But when he saw Jiang Wang's tired eyes, he didn't need to ask anything.

The two of them, one on the stone platform and the other in the sky, just looked at each other, and then their sight was torn apart by the distant wind.

Bai Yuxia turned around silently, walked down the broken Tianya Terrace, walked to the willow, and sat down slowly, slowly.

During the entire process of Huai Island being hit by the disaster, although he had tried his best to save people, he always felt like an outsider. Those sorrows and pains were all in front of him, but not real enough. Until this moment, he entered the game.

Jiang Wang did want to say something to Bai Yuxia, which was why he chose to travel from above Huai Island.

He wanted to give Bai Yuxia an explanation, but what should he explain?

Fortunately, you didn't follow me to the maze, fortunately, you didn't die?

The moment he saw Bai Yuxia, he knew that he had nothing to say.

He could only fly farther alone, chewing the unspeakable Samadhi!

At that time, the sea breeze blew the waves, and there was singing between heaven and earth. Someone was singing softly-

"The vast clouds cover the vast sky, and I will return.

"I wish to hold the long rope and fight the raging sea today.

"...

"My mother lost my clothes, and my son lost my arms.

"Where does the soul go? The jade will be shattered on the spiritual platform!"

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August 17th of each year is very special in the country of clouds.

Twenty years ago, the joint parliament of the country of clouds unanimously passed a resolution to establish August 17th as the "Yunchao Festival".

Since then, on this day every year. All cities in the country of clouds will present the most beautiful objects to the city of clouds, calling it "chao ceremony".

Lingxiao Pavilion rarely directly interferes in the specific affairs of the country of clouds. Even the unworldly master Ye is firmly opposed to everyone mobilizing troops and celebrating the birthday of his precious daughter across the country.

But the wise elders of the Joint Council did not mention the Young Master, but congratulated him with "Yun". According to the standards of the National Birthday, Grand Master Ye had to accept it reluctantly.

By the way, this festival was originally to be called "Flower Festival", and the whole country celebrated Yuncheng with exotic flowers and plants. But because the Flower Festival is held in many places and is not special enough, it was finally decided to be "Yunchao Festival".

Of course, there is another reason that is not convenient to spread... It is to avoid the taboo of the superior.

The beauty of Yunguo is widely known in the four regions.

The beauty of Yuncheng is better than that of other peaks.

On the day of Yunchao Festival, all the beautiful things in the world gather here.

What jade carvings, stone carvings, bonsai sand paintings, mirage pearl towers, flying gold threads...

Anything that can be famous can compete in Yuncheng.

Yunguo trades with the world, and the people of Yunguo have a very broad understanding of "beauty".

As the saying goes, "Hundreds of nations gather during the Yunchao Festival", today, the Yunchao Festival is no longer a small celebration behind closed doors in Yun Country, but a window to the world where Yun Country expresses and interprets beauty.

In a sense, this is also a way to expand influence, and it is easier to be accepted by people.

In the past many years, the Yunchao Festival has always been Ye Qingyu's happiest day.

But today is different. She didn't smile all day.

The beautiful makeup that was carefully taken care of looked like a mask.

The magnificent and beautiful beauty of the world was all presented in front of her, but her eyes were out of focus, and there was no wave. I don't know what she was thinking.

The moon outside the window was already in the middle of the sky, and this day was about to pass.

Jiang Anan played with her little Wang Senior Sister Wang Yueyi for a whole day and had been taken to rest. She was probably dreaming now.

The eldest Wang Senior Sister Wang Yuerou sat quietly opposite the young pavilion master, and felt that this pair of beautiful eyes that had seen thousands of sails were more charming than all the Dongzhu in the world.

As gentle as she was, she also began to get angry.

No matter how heroic he is, that guy... how could he mistake such a beauty?

Ye Qingyu's mood affected more than just Wang Yuerou's heart?

On the top of the cloud, under the bright moon, the handsome and unrestrained Ye Da Pavilion Master suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Here he comes."

"What are you waiting for?" Ah Chou poked his head out of the clouds and said viciously: "Fuck him!"

Ye Lingxiao snorted from his nose: "You go first."

Ah Chou said unhappily: "I may not be able to do it..."

Ye Lingxiao had rolled up his sleeves, but after thinking about it, he put them down and sighed: "Forget it."

If he had come a quarter of an hour earlier, he would not mind coming to the moon with a mask on and blocking the way to hit the face. It's a pity that the Yunchao Festival is almost over now...

"Is Miss Ye here? Please tell me that Jiang is here to keep the appointment!"

When Wang Yuerou heard such a loud voice in her ears, she just saw how the beautiful eyes in front of her rippled and shone brightly in an instant!

The light makeup and carefully selected dress that had been drawn early in the morning also came alive at this moment.

She stood up and moved away tactfully, pushing open the courtyard door: "Young Pavilion Master she--"

"I'm here!" A voice followed behind her.

It was crisp, like the sound of a clear spring.

Girl! You don't know how to be reserved, and you don't know how to ask him to wait!

Of course, she could see the man outside the door-his green shirt was as clean as new, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his clean facial features were bathed in the moonlight.

The white jade around his waist was crystal clear, and the boots on his feet were not stained with dust.

The whole person's mental state was very good, and his blood was like a flood.

Under the moon, he was brilliant and gentle, handsome and calm, like a vibrant pine tree.

Wang Yuerou's slightly opened mouth closed again... There was a reason not to be reserved!

"Miss Wang." Jiang Wang nodded politely, his eyes passed over Wang Yuerou's shoulder, and his voice was obviously raised a little: "Qingyu!"

At that time, the door was slightly opened, and Ye Qingyu walked out from the inside. His beautiful face was more than three points better than the moonlight? The long skirt reaches the floor, fluttering as if trying to ride the wind.

Her eyes met Jiang Wang's on Wang Yuerou's shoulder.

Seeing Jiang Wang who was so brilliant and glorious, he only said: "Are you tired for coming here so late?"

Wang Yuerou suddenly felt that she was superfluous, so she held her skirt up to her waist, got out from beside Jiang Wang, and disappeared into the night.

Jiang Wang stood stubbornly under the moonlight and said with a smile: "Why are you tired? This expedition to the Mysterious Realm was a complete victory! The Hai Clan's plan to leap into the clan has been defeated by us! It's just that the Mysterious Realm is a little far away from here. , so I spent some time on the road... luckily I didn’t miss today completely.”

Ye Qingyu listened to him quietly, his eyes a little softer: "Today every year is the happiest time for me, especially this year. Thank you for overcoming all difficulties and bringing yourself back to me intact. Xiao Jiang, You have worked hard."

The light in these beautiful eyes is so warm.

The mirror in Jiang Wang's eyes shattered, and what fell out was full of exhaustion that could no longer be hidden.

"It's not hard." He smiled hard and gently, and stretched out his hand: "Happy birthday to you!"

Ye Qingyu reached out to hold his hand, just like he did at the river viewing platform.

But when she reached halfway, she took a step forward, directly wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him like this.

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but deep down in his heart he couldn't bear it.

It was obviously Ye Qingyu who threw himself into his arms, but he felt that he was the one being hugged. He could feel Ye Qingyu's hand stroking his long hair, so gently. He heard Ye Qingyu murmuring in his ear: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Jiang, don't be sad..."

He slowly hugged back, lowered his face and buried it in Ye Qingyu's shoulder.

On the most beautiful night of the Yunchao Festival in the world, this human hero who successfully returned from the demon world, this human warrior who fought bloody battles in the confusing world, this young generation who has the highest military achievements in the world, this world-famous man from heaven The pride... cried silently like a wounded puppy.

This time, he lost too much!

Lost again and again!

The three thousand soldiers who gave their lives to each other, the two hundred loyal guards, Fang Yuanyou who was riding in front and behind the horse, Ji Yanru who met for the first time but has been with him for a long time, Yu Beidou who was both a teacher and a friend...

But can he cry on the battlefield where the human race and the sea race are fighting?

Can he be sad in Tianyatai?

Can a person like him, a person like him who has carried hundreds of thousands of lives and carried a blood feud, show vulnerability in front of others?

Sometimes he is as strong as a symbol with the word "strong" written on it.

But it’s not true that he won’t suffer or be sad!

He is strong because he can only be strong.

He endured it because that was all he could endure!

The night he walked out of Maplewood City, he told himself that he could only walk on his own in the future.

Nowadays, people say that Jiang Wang has friends all over the world, and he can call hundreds of heroes at once.

But the white-haired boy who walked out of Maplewood City at that time indeed only had an ordinary iron sword, a heart filled with hatred, an opportunity thousands of miles away that he didn't know whether he could realize, and an opportunity that he didn't know if he could fulfill. A sister who is willing to protect her with her life.

Does this world... allow him to be vulnerable?

Ye Qingyu didn't hear Jiang Wang's cry, but her shoulders did contain Jiang Wang's tears.

It also contained the fatigue, grievance, sadness, and suffering that flowed like a mountain torrent...

She still remembered the sudden kick when she saw Jiang Wang for the first time, in the rush and embarrassment.

She still remembers the life confusion written by the small town boy on the letter paper.

She once saw the white-haired Jiang Wang walking down Yuncheng alone.

She once witnessed Jiang Wang's winning style on the river viewing platform.

She had waited for him in the blood-fired Wunan battlefield, and she had been looking forward to him in letters that she had been sending continuously for five years.

And today, she hugged him.

What she hugged was the young man who was huddled and scared in the maple forest with red leaves like fire, not knowing what time it was or what the way forward.

She was overdue for a hug.

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