Red Heart Survey

The jubilant atmosphere in Cloud City continued.

Phoenix lanterns are flying in the night sky. There was a rain tonight, but it was also dispersed by the monks of the Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Jiang An'an held Ye Qingyu's hand, bouncing around in the market.

Tonight she played with phoenix lanterns, floated over the entire Yuncheng, ate a lot of delicious food, and was extremely happy.

"Sister Qingyu, look at this, this!"

Xiao Anan pointed to a jade jue on the roadside stall. It was oval in shape, pure white in color, engraved with auspicious cloud-like patterns, it was really exquisite.

"Does it look good?"

Ye Qingyu nodded seriously: "An'an has a good eye!"

Jiang An'an grinned, turned her head, and said to the stall owner obediently: "Can I see your piece of jade?"

The stall owner was a white-haired old woman. Hearing this, she handed Yu Jue over with a smile: "Of course, little beauty."

Jiang Anan turned her head in embarrassment, held the piece of white jade, and whispered to Ye Qingyu, "Sister, do you think my brother Dai Yu looks good?"

Her voice was extremely low, as if she was afraid that someone would rob her if she heard it.

Ye Qingyu thought about it, when he first met Jiang Wang at Yuheng Peak, he seemed to be wearing jade around his waist. Goodbye later, I didn't see it anymore.

"Pretty good," she said.

"Then I'll buy this!" Jiang Anan became happy.

Seeing her fumble for silver taels in the squirrel box, Ye Qingyu also smiled: "Is this the New Year's gift you bought for your brother?"

Jiang An'an counted the taels of silver, murmured something, and nodded vigorously.

"Then where did you get the money to buy your brother a New Year's gift?" Ye Qingyu deliberately teased her.

"My brother gave it to me!" Jiang Anan replied crisply. She didn't think there was anything wrong with using her brother's money to buy a gift for her brother, and turned her head to bargain with the stall owner: "Grandma, I bought this, can you give it to me?" Is it cheaper?"

Ye Qingyu couldn't help covering his face. This silly girl, people haven't started quoting yet.

The old woman laughed until her wrinkles piled up: "I'll give you the cheapest price!"

After paying the bill and taking Yujue into her hands, Xiao An'an's eyes turned into crescent moons. Putting this piece of jade into the squirrel box very preciously, then obediently took Ye Qingyu's hand, and said happily: "Sister Qingyu, let's go find my brother!"

Those soft little hands brought a kind of warmth in the cold night.

In the crowded market, Ye Qingyu saw the stars as soon as he lowered his head. Glittering, all in her eyes.

At this moment, Ye Qingyu was too able to understand Jiang Wang's love for Jiang An'an.

Who can not love Jiang An'an?

Her pure heart is like glass, and there are stars in her eyes.

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The bright moon shining on Yuncheng did not favor Xin'an City tonight.

The dark clouds make Mingyue ashamed, and the beasts under the clouds are still fighting.

Life and death are the eternal divide.

Dong A never gave up any chance of resistance.

Even with only one hand and one leg left, he is still fighting.

Even if he hit his head and bit his teeth, he was still fighting.

Do your best.

He thought he should have done his best. I am worthy of my official position, worthy of the burden on my shoulders, worthy of all the choices along the way.

After all six killing nails were nailed down and all limbs were cut off, he was finally unable to move.

He was nailed to the ground, knowing that he had no more chance.

His reaction was flat.

There is no fear and no despair.

As if it was just the cold night, as if he was just about to fall asleep...and he accepted the fact that he fell asleep.

In this battle that took place on Xin'an City Street, Dong A and Jiang Wang intentionally controlled the scope of the battle, and did not even spread to the common people on both sides of the long street.

They were also silent throughout the entire battle. Only at the very beginning, we greeted each other.

"Teacher, long time no see."

"Yeah. It's been a long time."

Only this one line of dialogue.

Except for themselves, probably no one can know their mood.

In this battle that took place in Xin'an City, no matter how tragic the battle was, no matter how serious the injuries were, the two fighting did not even cry out in pain.

Silent relative...silent fighting.

Pain in silence, endure in silence.

This pair of former master and apprentice seems to have the same tenacity and stubbornness.

Even at this moment, Dong A's limbs were cut off, and his endless supernatural power was nailed to death, he didn't make a sound.

He just felt the cold breath from the six spikes, felt the powerless attempts of the supernatural seeds in his body, and felt the unrestrained loss of blood.

For the first time, the feeling of life passing slowly is so clear and concrete.

He looked at Jiang Wang quietly, wondering what kind of efforts and stories the student had gone through to get this set of spikes.

"It seems that I missed a lot..." he thought to himself.

Jiang Wang knelt down on Dong A, imprisoning his movements, and at the same time watching him silently.

In Dong Ana's heavy eyes, Jiang Wang couldn't see any emotion.

In addition to his unconsciously twitching eyelids, it may also be explained that he is not completely incapable of feeling physical pain.

That's fine.

He can feel pain, even if it's just physically...and that's good.

Jiang Wang turned back the long sword silently, and slowly moved towards Dong A's neck.

The process is slow, but without pause.

Dong A's gaze followed the sword, and he knew clearly that death was approaching.

Get close.

"What's the name of this sword?" He opened his mouth and asked.

Jiang Wang crossed the long sword, allowing him to see the three-character inscription "Swallows return to the nest" on the sword.

"It's called Sauvignon Blanc."

I looked all over the eaves, but there was nothing there, and the spring swallows could not fly back to their nests.

Wandering around the old city and crying, the four seasons are gone!

The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the name of the sword is Yan Homing.

This sword, this feeling, this heart!

Dong A withdrew his gaze.

"I see," he said.

At that moment, there was a very complicated look in his eyes, but it was only fleeting.

The sky was dark. The rain will not fall.

Sauvignon Blanc approached slowly, and finally lay on Dong A's neck.

Jiang Wang looked into Shen Yi's eyes and asked, "Don't you have anything to explain?"

Dong A laughed.

His unsmiling face was unexpectedly presumptuous when he smiled.

He smiled arrogantly: "Boy, keep working hard. You are not qualified yet, so ask me to explain."

This was the first time Jiang Wang saw this man smile.

And for the last time.

As soon as the long sword was drawn, a human head was chopped off.

Inside Dong A's body, Tongtian Palace disintegrated, and the three inner mansions collapsed one after another... The muffled sound was like the sound of firecrackers, welcoming the new year.

Even the emerald supernatural power seed in the Second Inner Palace dissipated.

Life is gone.

On the New Year's Eve of 3918 in the Dao calendar, Dong A was beheaded in Xin'an City, the capital of Zhuang Kingdom.

Rumble!

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder exploded.

In the dark and gloomy sky, the torrential rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of kneeling and pressing Dong A, and pulled out the killing nails one by one, and put them away.

His movements are slow and serious.

Dong A died, Dong A really died.

Jiang Wang looked up at the sky, and the raindrops all over the sky were falling towards him.

This is New Year's Eve in the year 3918 in the Dao calendar.

Because it was raining, and because the rain was too heavy, Jiang Wang couldn't tell whether he was crying or not!

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[I originally wanted to end here, because this is the picture I really want to freeze.

In the opening chapter of Liang Ye Juan, Jiang Wang leaves Yuncheng and walks down the steps to climb the clouds, leaving only a shadow of his back to the world. And An An, in Ye Qingyu's arms, stepped on the ladder and walked up to the sky.

At that time, I thought of today's scene, one in Yuncheng, one in Xin'an, one laughing and one sad. This is Jiang Wang's choice and Jiang Wang's responsibility.

I have revised this chapter many times, every time is very good, but I want the best.

Finally, it is presented to everyone to see.

This is the importance of saving manuscripts. Without saving manuscripts, you can only make adjustments.

The ending here is also very good, full of emotions, and also in line with my personal aesthetics.

But considering the overall layout of the article, I sat for a whole day and had a better choice.

So come on, the story continues. 】