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    The distant morning bell sounded in the distance, and a blurry figure was reflected behind the screen outside the curtain door: "Sir, the time has come, it's time to leave."

    Jinglan didn't answer, but opened the window a little and took a look outside.  The coldness hit her, she closed it gently, looked at Luo Yuanqiu and said, "The snow has stopped, are you leaving?"

    Luo Yuanqiu was still thinking about her braid, looking forward to her leaving soon.  Jinglan didn't know what she was thinking. He walked up to her, brushed her eyebrows with his long fingers, and said with a pretense of melancholy: "This is the first time I have braided someone's hair in decades. Senior sister, just think of it as doing it for me.  Is it good for one day?¡±

    Luo Yuanqiu retracted the hand that was playing with the ends of his hair, hesitating whether to agree or not.  Jing Lan took the opportunity to press her down on the dressing table and knead her hard, saying vaguely: "You are not even willing to agree to this? Little white-eyed wolf, who used to comb your hair and dress you every day? You still dare to dislike me?  ¡­¡±

    There was another crisp sound, and as expected, the ill-fated Yuxi fell to the ground again, but no one bothered to look at it.  There were constant rustling sounds in the room, followed by gasps of varying lengths. Finally, Luo Yuanqiu pushed Jing Lan away, but she had her hands behind her back and pressed her against the bronze mirror beside the dressing table.

    The person in the mirror had smudged cheeks, red eyes, and a pool of water in his eyes. He looked like a stranger she had never seen before.  Luo Yuanqiu was distracted for a moment and missed the opportunity to break free.  Jing Lan kissed her neck, not hiding the fascination and possessiveness in his eyes, and whispered in her ear: "Senior sister, do you have me in your heart?Well, tell me, do you or don't you?"

    Luo Yuanqiu¡¯s long, drooping eyelashes trembled, and he slowly looked into the mirror.  The two of them were leaning against each other, looking very intimate.  The redness on her face receded slightly, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes at an inappropriate time. She bit her lip and said softly: "Yes."

    At that moment, a green sword light seemed to pass before her eyes, and a dull pain came from her heart. Blood dripped along the sword edge and fell on the snow. Amidst the raging wind, she heard someone say: "It turns out that this is how it is. Your heart turns out not to be the same."  It¡¯s completely empty.¡±

    Jinglan was slightly startled when he heard this, and slowly let her go.  Luo Yuanqiu turned around immediately, feeling relieved like a realization. She closed her eyes and hugged Jing Lan's waist tightly, as if this could suppress the pain: "You are always here."

    He never expected to get a response from her, and Jinglan's mind went blank. But when he heard the beating of his heart like a drum, everything around him seemed to have disappeared, except for the person in his arms who was so real.

    Jing Lan let her hold him at a loss, and noticed that the arms around his waist were getting tighter and tighter. She raised her hand and patted Luo Yuanqiu's back gently. The thought of exclusive possession turned into joy, her heart became more and more turbulent, and her affection was almost uncontrollable.  , but was abruptly interrupted by a "Sir" from the outer palace.

    The strength in his waist suddenly relaxed, Luo Yuanqiu opened his eyes and let her go, and said with great clarity: "It's time for you to go."

    How could Jinglan be willing to separate from her? After a while, he kissed the corners of her eyes with hatred and love, and said, "Wait until I come back?"

    Luo Yuanqiu nodded, Jinglan took a deep breath and tied a jade plaque around her waist: "Take it with you. If you want to walk around the palace, remember not to go north."

    After speaking, she was about to leave when Luo Yuanqiu grabbed her sleeve and said, "Come back."

    She straightened Jing Lan¡¯s clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles, probably wanting to imitate how she dressed herself just now, but her technique was unfamiliar and she took it as a straightening move with a clumsy tug.  Jing Lan smiled, but couldn't hold back and kissed her hard on the cheek.

    Luo Yuanqiu's face suddenly turned red, and he glared at her without any deterrent. After a moment, he said, "Go, I will wait for you to come back.".

    After Jinglan left, Luo Yuanqiu opened the window and fell into a trance while looking at the snowy garden.

    It¡¯s rare to have clear snow today, and the thin sunlight falls on the snow, creating a dazzling white light.  Viewed from here, the palace towers are hidden in the cold morning mist, like a fairy palace located in the clouds, so far away.

    " Do you really have me in your heart?"

    She couldn't help but press her heart. Just as she was about to close the window, her eyes narrowed.

    A few flakes of snow fell softly in front of her eyes, as if they were being held up by something, and never fell, flickering with a faint cold light spinning and dancing in the air.

    The snowflake suddenly turned into an ice-colored butterfly, fluttering its wings and flying into the house through the window crack, and finally landed in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

    Luo Yuanqiu walked to the mirror and reached out to touch the crisp and translucent wings of the butterfly.  The butterfly flew up to avoid it, but just after flying into the air, it suddenly stopped as if it was grabbed by someone.

    She looked into the mirror, and a man's figure was reflected in the mirror. A bit of ice-white appeared between his clenched fingers, like the thin wings of a butterfly.

    The two of them looked at each other through the mirror.sp;Luo Yuanqiu listened quietly, and the green light condensed in his hand, turning into a long sword.

    "What about you?" The old man seemed not to notice, but still smiled kindly, "Why do you want to go into the hinterland of Yinshan Mountain and risk everything to do something dangerous? What do you ask for?"

    Luo Yuanqiu stepped up the steps step by step, pointed the tip of his sword and said indifferently: "Looking for someone."

    The old man pointed towards her and said: "If you want to find the method of immortality, you need to go to Yinshan Mountain. This is no secret. You and I are both people who came from there, and there is no need to hide it. The journey to Yinshan Mountain, for monks,  It's nothing more than a rebirth. Yesterday morning, I saw your magical power leaking out, and I knew that you had reached the perfection state, and even asked the heart of heaven. Why don't you call out your shadow so that I can have a look"

    The sword light flew past, shaking away the dust on the stone platform.  The old man avoided it calmly and swept away the dust on the ground with a wave of his hand.  He held the sword's edge between his fingers and said meaningfully: "I said, this sword is not ready for use yet."

    Luo Yuanqiu turned his wrist, and the long sword turned into a ribbon of light and flew back into his hand, then condensed into a lightsaber again and attacked the old man.

    The sword light was spinning around, but it was difficult to get close to the old man.  While avoiding, the old man stepped on the traces left by the sword energy underground, or brushed off the sword marks left on the tower wall with his sleeves, and said: "The ability to blend talismans with swords is quite good. But if it is a painting  If you can't achieve this talisman, what are you going to do? Defending the enemy with a sword is just for ordinary monks. As far as I'm concerned, all the swords in the world are too slow!"

    Hearing a soft sound, the sword in Luo Yuanqiu's hand fell to the ground, disappearing on the green bricks like ice and snow melting.  She immediately looked towards the old man. The old man's hand behind his back slowly lifted up a bright lamp. Where the lamp shone, ripples appeared on the ground like water waves, reflecting a faint blue light in the depths.

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