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read2();　　 Wanjian Pavilion in Wanjian Mountain has a long heritage, and Sima Annan and You Ruier's Sovereign Pavilion are rarely visited on weekdays, so few people can watch them except Muronghe To the magnificent scene of sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds.

　　The sunrise in the east, seems to come from the clouds.

　　 You Rui'er's eyes reflected the rising sun, and while showing a bright smile, he raised his hand and patted Sima Annan on the shoulder, and said softly:

　　 "This is the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen in my life, Sima Annan, this lady forgive you for the rude behavior that disturbed my sleep."

　　 "Then I really want to thank you Miss You for your generosity."

　　 Sima Annan took out a folding fan from his arms, swayed gently, and continued to speak, with a faint voice:

　　 "Do you think that last night was particularly long, you slept less, and would you like not to squint for a while?"

　　 After the boy fell with a caring voice, You Ruier shook her head, then raised her hands and stretched her waist, suddenly revealing a thrilling, exquisite and graceful figure, and she responded:

　　 "Sima Annan, I feel so tired after leaving Beijing for so long."

　　 "You are homesick."

　　 You Ruier continued to raise her right hand, supporting her round and white chin, staring blankly at the sea of ​​clouds in front of her, and continued to respond:

"I miss my mother. This is the first time I haven't spent the Chinese New Year at home. My mother and dad must be very lonely. To be honest, I am a daughter, in the eyes of other people, she must be very unfilial. "

　　 You Ruier turned to look at Sima Annan’s serious face, showing a wry smile, a confused look flashed in her eyes, her red lips lightened, and her voice continued to faint:

　　 "I once wanted to compromise on this and live according to my father's arrangements, but I couldn't convince myself."

　　 "I understand very well."

　　 Sima Annan shook the folding fan, and also looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him. He spoke softly. After a breath, he sighed and patted You Rui'er on the shoulder.

　　 "I used to be like you, but I was even less filial. It was nearly ten years since I left, and it was only a few years before I returned home.

　　 As usual, the hot-tempered You Ruier saw Sima Annan slap her on the shoulder, she must glared at him, but at this time, the two people in the same situation seemed to feel each other's hearts.

　　 Sima Annan likes to be unobtrusive, but in fact he has a very thin face, so after a light pat, he withdrew his hand, and then he fell into a long silence as if thinking of something.

　　 Young Master Sima, who had always escaped, was very abnormal and did not speak. This made You Ruier a little bit different. Then the latter leaned over and said curiously:

　　 "Sima Annan, you are so serious now, I'm not used to it."

　　 Sima Annan looked at the girl’s eyes, hesitated on the handsome face, and then opened his mouth and said:

　　 "Ruier, there is one thing, I think it's better to tell you."

　　 Looking at Sima Annan’s solemn face, You Ruier gradually put away the smile on his face, and said in a low voice, tentatively:

　　 "What's the matter? But is it related to me?"

　　 Sima Annan nodded, gently took out a letter from his arms, handed it to the girl beside him, and the voice continued:

　　 "This is the news sent from the capital city last night, your father was directly arrested by the Radiant Army, and this morning, your Majesty personally interrogated him in the Baidi Palace!"

　　 When Sima Annan said this, You Ruier shook the right hand of the envelope, and then opened it after receiving the envelope. He raised his eyes and glanced up, biting his lip, without hesitation, and said directly:

　　 "Sima Annan, I know you must still have a teleportation scroll on your body, give me one, and I will return to the capital immediately."

　　 "You Rui'er, I am guarding here now, I can't get away, and once you return to the capital alone, I can't protect you anymore, do you understand?"

　　 Sima Annan’s expression was solemn, and his voice was full of solemnity. On the opposite side, You Ruier showed strength and calmness far surpassing that of ordinary women of the same age.

　　 The girl who dared to love and hate nodded solemnly and continued:

　　 "I understand, this is my own family matter, and I don't want to involve you in it anyway."

　　 The voice fell, and You Ruier stretched out his right hand and spread it out. The meaning is self-evident. Then Sima Annan sighed lightly, no longer hesitating, and once again took out a palm-sized scroll from his arms and placed it on the palm of the former.

　　 You Ruier tightly held the teleportation scroll in her hand, looking at the young man sitting on the ground below, her complexion changed, and she stopped talking, and finally reached her mouth but only gently said a few words:

"thank you!"

　　 Then the girl tore open the teleporting scroll, and after choosing Shenjing Station, on the high pavilion in the center of the sword pavilion, a blue-and-white teleporting beam rose to the sky. After three breaths, the beam of beams and You Ruier's figure disappeared in place.

The teleporting beam dissipated, and on the top of the tall pavilion, only Sima Annan was sitting cross-legged. There was a gust of wind on the tall pavilion, blowing all his clothes and hair backwards. From a distance, there was even a fairy tale. sense.

　　 But at this time the young man’s face was particularly melancholy, even a little dazed. The most outstanding world of the Shenji Pavilion walked around, staring blankly at the surging sea of ​​clouds in front of him, and muttered:

　　 "Why, my heart is so flustered, but I still can't figure out anything, your majesty, your majesty, you have given me a big problem."

Just as Sima Annan was alone and melancholy, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, on the incomparably wide sword burial lake, a thick fog drifted again. The fog was not natural grayish white, but blue, with a blue color that contained endless sword energy. .

If the disciples of the sword pavilion were still here, they would be no stranger to this blue color, because most of the previous half a year, the entire sword buried lake was surrounded by this blue sword aura, the green lotus that once represented the chance of sanctification. Is gradually taking shape.

However, just last night, the green lotus that was formed by all the sword auras of the entire sword buried lake was cut out by Murong and directly with a sword. It was completely exhausted, but now, the blue mist is once again in the sword buried lake. Surging in the sky, the meaning that it represents is extremely unusual.

In the mist, Muronghe's small figure, wearing a quilt, sat on the ground steadily, staring calmly at the crystal clear lake, and under the lake, the countless sword souls were inserted at the bottom of the lake, facing him. The direction is slightly inclined, as if worshipping and surrendering.

　　 Then there was a little thought on Murong's and ordinary face, and he murmured:

　　 "Only the purest sword can go in the direction it is going. I am a sword. It turned out to be the me before, not pure enough, but purer."

　　 murmured, Murong closed his eyes, and his whole body sank to the surface of the lake.

　　 He became a sword, the same sword as the countless sword souls stuck in the bottom of the lake.