[Sword of the Immortal IV: Azure Sky] Stranger Roads

I read this article four years ago~My second favorite article in Xian 4~The adult's article is poetic and picturesque in one go~! Now let's make up for the points^__^y

The lines are poetic and picturesque, and the characters are successfully created. The author wrote so well! ! !

It was only after hindsight that I saw the author's great article! ! It took me three hours to finish reading three chapters, word by word, and I couldn't bear to miss every word! Simply awesome! ! One of the two best Qingxiao articles I have read so far! It's so beautiful! !

Love is also Qingxiao, resentment is also Qingxiao. If you don't admire Qingxiao, what's the point of loving her?

Can the author write a long novel? ? ? ?

It's great, I finally got to see it. TAT, the article is very original and feels great. >_<! !

Phoenix flowers bloom on trees, very tall trees. Well, plant a big tree on the grave, hahahaha

These two are too tough, let's just call them HE.

This ending is worse than a trap. It is said that HE can always smell the smell of BE (finding the attack of sadism in the sweetness) If life were only like the first time we met. Nalan's words were perfect for Qing Xiao. If Yun Tianqing was still the unbridled knight-errant in Taiping Village, and if Xuan Xiao was still the sword-wielding boy in white clothes, maybe their paths would not be strangers but the same. But after all, they are not the same kind of people. The ways are different and they do not conspire against each other. Yun Tianqing is not Yun Tianhe, and the more he worries, the more harm he will do. If he had gone further, if he had been willing to confront or even fight Xuan Xiao, then there might not have been nineteen years of ice and a hundred years of waiting. At that time, it was just commonplace. It's still Nalan's saying, habits are terrible, habits can be addictive. Just because of habit, Xuan Xiao's dream contained the light and shadow of Yun Tianqing that never dissipated, so Yun Tianqing stayed in the ghost world for hundreds of years. His bitter tea, his smile, his teasing, his stubbornness, his cold outside and hot inside, his flute sound, his chicness... Their habit was to do ordinary things at that time, but in the following hundred, thousand or even ten thousand years, without this habit, they would feel deeply empty, with mixed feelings, and loneliness would lock their hearts. Why a stranger? Even if we meet but don't know each other well, everything that should be indifferent has faded away, but we still can't let go of this attachment... What a fool...

Even if we meet, so what? Even if we fall in love, what's the use. If we have different ways, we will not conspire against each other after all. Are they strangers? Are we treating each other with respect? But we can never go back to the past. Perhaps…