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Volume 5 Apocalyptic Aria Chapter 2: Meeting

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    Desperate! ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Desperate!  ¡¾Something's wrong!  This feeling - there is a master!  ¡¿The swordsman in the bamboo hat suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance.  From his pupils, he could vaguely see a woman in purple standing on the sand a hundred miles away.  In a moment, it disappeared; when I looked again, it was nearly a hundred feet away!  "Sit high in the pavilion and operate in the dark. You are so elegant!" The woman in purple didn't walk very fast, but every step seemed to be very rhythmic; her footsteps were very light, but she could step on Shen Gongxiao's heartbeat node every time.  , within five steps, the little man felt heartbroken and fainted "Will I win this bet?" The woman in purple covered her face with gauze, only her pair of bright eyes that looked like ice crystals could be seen, looking at her playfully.  Toward the half-supported door at the attic.  "Zhong, I hope you can hear the elegant music and know the elegant meaning!" Before he finished speaking, the window burst open with a bang. The perpetrator lit the broken wooden bars and stopped lightly in front of the woman in purple.  "Your courage is as good as your Qinggong." "I will never let my barrel be missing a board" "Huh?" "Although your face is covered with a silk scarf, just from your eyes, I can tell  You can judge, okay!" "Sigh! How can I praise a girl when I meet her?" said the veiled beauty.  "Haha, I won't talk nonsense. Whether you admit it or not, as long as you reveal your veil, don't you know everything?" The swordsman in the bamboo hat did not bring the giant sword, but directly untied the rope belt from his waist.  The Qimen sword first showed its edge in the cloth.  "Good idea, I want to see what you are like as a shameless person!" The woman in purple turned around slightly and was a hundred steps away from the swordsman in an instant. She clasped her hands together and heard a click.  With a sound, the bracelet on his wrist turned into a fiery red long bow, holding it in a magical manner.  "I thought I was the only one with a strange weapon, but I didn't expect the girl to be the same. What a coincidence." The corner of the swordsman's mouth curved into a nice arc. Unfortunately, it was also covered by gauze. Only God knows what he knows.   "Stop talking nonsense and take the move!" The woman in purple suddenly bent her bow. She didn't see the target, but heard its sound.  Shuoshuo!  The sand under the swordsman's feet has been cleared away Where is the swordsman?  Suddenly, the unique chill of a sharp weapon hit the woman from the side and back. She didn¡¯t have time to turn her head, but her foot slipped forward as if it were natural, causing her whole body to bend down like a reed in the wind - the sword was glaring!  She narrowly dodged the fast sword that covered the sky and the sun.  "The movement of the gods is invisible Are you the Northern Sword or the Southern Sword, which sect are you?" The woman turned over, her clothes were light, and she instantly retreated a hundred meters away.  After the shock subsided, she couldn't help but ask for confirmation. ?¡­ ?The man nodded, stood with his sword hanging, and said nothing. ?????????????????????????????????? The half-broken door of the inn creaked in the wind, and the curtain gauze on the swordsman's bamboo hat stuck tightly to his face, reflecting the outline of a face with sharp edges but still handsomeness. The sound of wind chimes came from nowhere.  The tinkling sound gave the atmosphere of the scene a layer of unpredictability and mystery.  Ziyi suddenly started dancing on the spot, her dance steps were in a circle, and lines formed in circles on the sand, her feet moving together as if throwing stones in the lake; the inexplicable rhythm made the woman's momentum reach its peak. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? There was a fire on the sand!     fierce!  She held up a ball of red flames with both hands and placed it on the string, drawing the bow and preparing to fire The swordsman finally moved - strangely, his footsteps did not move, but his whole body was really moving forward!  How strange!  The war at this time has become incomprehensible to everyone watching the battle from a distance, and this is actually the realm of turning emptiness into reality!  Boom!  The flaming arrow turned into a long fire dragon and rushed out. The flames were like a fire dragon devouring the sun, swallowing up the advancing swordsman with majestic force The flames were burning, the flames were jumping happily, and a celebration banquet was held.  Meeting without completion - "In vain!" What the fire dragon swallowed was just a sword, a sword that only opened on the front edge.  The flames tightly enveloped the sword, but the swordsman was unharmed.  What is moving forward is just a sword - turning reality into emptiness, the highest state of emptiness.  Suddenly looking back, the swordsman looked towards the sky, "We've arrived" Upon hearing this, everyone felt confused.  However, the experienced shopkeeper realized it!  "Everyone, get in the house quickly! The sandstorm is coming!!!" There is no light in the sky, and the yellow sky is invincible.  Wuyun pressed the array, and it was dark.  In less than half a stick of incense, the flying sandThe stone is full of poverty In an instant!  The swordsman pulled out the sword that was still fighting fiercely with the flames, and quickly rushed toward the purple-clothed woman with his toes on the ground.  sulfon!  Sulfon!  sulfon!  The sand from high in the sky pours out like crazy, forming walls of sand that destroy the earth The whole sky has become completely hazy, like a dark night with lights out and people extinguished Only the "Fire Sword" in the swordsman's hand is still there between the sky and the earth.  Exuding blazing light and heat.  Of course, the woman¡¯s ready-to-shoot fire arrow is no exception.  At this time, in the entire space, they are the protagonists!  Eye finger!  The swordsman in a bamboo hat rushed over, waving the fire sword in his hand, melting pieces of the sand wall into glass crystals.  Bend the bow!  The purple-clothed woman's red bow string was tightened, and together with the blazing fire arrow in her hand, the whole sky heated up.  "Piercing Yang Jinshu!" Wherever the fire dragon passed, there were pure-color crystals, and the terrible high temperature turned the sand wall into a "crystal wall."  "Fighting fire with fire does exist in the world, but what about fighting fire with fire?"  The swordsman proves to the world that it existed!  He did not walk in a straight line, but in zigzags. On the zigzag routes, he cut horizontally or vertically, breaking the sand cage woven for him by the dangerous weather.  He climbed over mountains and ridges: over sand mountains, across crystal ridges He raised his hand to catch the menacing "Fire Dragon" with a sword, and with just a turn, he directed the dragon's anger towards the sudden fire.  Salon Volume - Two dragons confront each other, and the fire dragon is powerless.  The woman was the closest to the sand whirlwind. She jumped up and climbed straight up the wind wall into the sky.  She also saw her flying directly above the swordsman with the momentum of "hanging upside down on the golden hook" If there was no hanging curtain to block it at this time, she would definitely be able to see the stunned look on the swordsman's face, "This move" The woman struggled to bend  The bow string suddenly burst into flames!  After accumulating power - "Fire Arrow Locust!" The rockets fell like a downpour.  Gun!  pistol!  pistol!  pistol!  The gun made a terrible explosion, and the endless rain of flames covered the earth.  The swordsman was overwhelmed by the rain of millions of arrows. Even if the fire sword dance ground was airtight, it would be difficult for him to withstand such a dense rain of arrows, like a plague of locusts, especially when these arrows were still fire arrows formed by the true energy passing through the bow. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the sword net set by the swordsman, a "fish" finally slipped through.  A sandstorm rolled in, and a tilted hourglass appeared on the ceiling.  The woman in purple crept on top of it and bent her bow again at the end of the fire arrow.  This last arrow is the life-killing triangular cone that seduces the soul - "Meteor from the sky!" Zheng - a long and clear sword whistle suddenly emerged.  A fleeting ice-blue arc broke through the sky.  A collision between heaven and earth that sings of ice and fire creates a swirl of sand.  The long green sword came out of nowhere and was already unsheathed!  The most charming thing is the sword, the cold sword energy lifts the purple gauze on the woman's cheek The most is the incomprehensible charm of the thousands of arrows, the blazing arrow fire turns the bamboo hat on the swordsman's head to ashes The sky returns to its former glory  If it weren't for the dilapidated and damaged Longmen Inn, the "crystal walls" that fell to the ground, and the dark dust on the ground, it would still be protecting the traces of history from the world.  I am afraid that no one here will ever know that this place is the beginning of the bloody turmoil and everything in the world ¡ù¡ùTracing Day¡ù¡ù "I understand, these are ten ingots of silver. Remember! In the future, as long as you see  The two of them will go to the branch of the Desert Sword Sect in Luoyang and pass a message to me." The swordsman in white, holding the scabbard in his right hand, walked away with heavy steps.  ¡ù¡ùThe first day¡ù¡ù The beginning of the story is inseparable from the growth of a young man, because new life represents a new view of the world and new hope.  Where the young man was born, I am afraid only God knows. As for those who know, most of them are dead However, the place where the young man lived has always been buried in history.  Fengxiang, this is an ordinary town like many other towns, with some long-lasting legends that have been passed down by word of mouth among the elderly and children; the story that the children most want to hear and are most familiar with is the origin of this place name.  ¡ª¡ªThe place where the phoenix takes off The little boy who is being held by a tall man is named Ye Yan. However, the boy who can even overturn the world in the future is now nestled in the arms of the man in black and looking at the surprisingly tall boundary monument.  Startled and lost in thought.  This was Ye Yan¡¯s first encounter with Fengxiang Town¡ªthe first encounter that changed his life!  ¡­ It was a cold midwinter, with white snow floating in the sky; but there was red blood on the ground.  The body had been taken away long ago, leaving a pool of crimson   Among those two pools of pungent crimson, there lay a swaddling clothes. The swaddling clothes were actually red, and so was the baby in the swaddling clothes It was a baby that had just been forcibly cut out from the belly, and the umbilical cord was roughly cut off.  It was stuffed into blood-red swaddling clothes without any careful treatment.  The baby closed his eyes tightly, and under the faint light reflected by the ice crystals, his eyelids turned purple It turned out that the world the baby saw was also red!  From the dilapidated ruins of wood and stone around, we can barely see some exquisitely crafted objects. If we look at them together, we can deduce that the parents who passed away originally wanted and just wanted their children to grow up in a warm and ordinary home, sleep in exquisite  In his cradle, he was wearing the pocket-sized cloth shoes that his mother carefully picked out Tragic times do not allow people in troubled times to hope for happiness.  Puff, puff Maybe the baby is not destined to die, maybe the family's luck is not broken, maybe God can't bear to see it In short, the noble man has arrived.  "A strong destiny is a strong one, but the five elements lack fire, and they still lack 'Ding Fire', so your fortune is not going well. Haha, then I will give you Ding Fire -" The tall man took out a piece of jade from his arms and used a  A blood-red thread was tied around the little boy's neck, "From now on, you will be called 'Ye Yan'. Although it is the word 'Yan', it is pronounced 'Yan'!" At this moment, the originally empty jade  Four fire-shaped symbols appear on the jade. Strangely, it looks like the seal character for "ìÍ" and "Yan" at the same time.  Ye Yan (Yan) survived like this.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Who are you?¡± The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a square face. His eyes were staring at my uncle who was hugging me and looking at me constantly.  "Uncle" is what the man who saved me and raised me for five years asked me to call him. He is not my mother's brother. According to him, saving me was just a "charity". If you want to blame me, it's my luck.  Well Although this uncle is very irritable and often loses his temper, after all, he chose my life. He also gave me my name and jade pendant. I have deep feelings for him.  Today is the day I have to leave him. From now on, I will stay at the mayor's house in this town, and it is difficult to meet him. Although he promised to come back to see me every two years, I still can't bear to leave him, and  This reluctance cannot be translated into words My uncle said that it was because he didn't like to talk and didn't communicate with me often, which made me a "mute".  In fact, I am not mute. I can only be described as "stuttering" in speaking, because it is really difficult for me to speak the language my uncle speaks. It seems that by nature, I should not speak the same language as him.  The only way for me to contact the world is by touching, observing and thinking.  And while I kept recalling the past, observing the present, and thinking about the future, my uncle pushed me towards the mayor, my new parent.  He said goodbye calmly, just like before.  But I always felt that I would never see him again or that the next time we met, he might no longer be my "uncle"; so, I had no choice but to remain silent. In the end, my words turned into eyes, and I was reluctant to give up.  For the tears, the sour heartbeat represents heartache.  This is the first time since I became conscious that I have tasted the feeling of separation - sourness, bitterness, and nostalgia.  After that, there were naturally many partings, but fortunately this time, she and I met again
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