Volume 2, Chapter 395: We meet again after a thousand years of separation.
A voice sounded that was familiar yet a little strange, cold yet full of expectation.
It was a very short sentence, an irrelevant sentence, but it sounded like something from another world when it fell into Ye Tingmu's ears.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes throbbing for a moment, and when his eyelids lifted, her appearance gradually became clear.
At the Tianmen Gate in front of me, under the moonlight, there was a woman in a long green gown with her long hair tied up high.
There was no smile on her sweet face, and her beautiful eyes no longer had the tenderness and fascination of the past.
The purple lightning at the center of the eyebrows was twisting, and if I remembered correctly, it seemed to be a little darker in color.
Everything is different, yet nothing has changed.
The girl is still the same girl, the only difference is that the way she looks at herself has changed.
In the past, she always had a smile on her face and eyes full of spring. She liked to look up and always looked up.
But today the girl was looking at him with a cold look in her eyes.
The moment their eyes met, he stopped, and the wind also stopped chasing him at this moment.
When I don't see you, thousands of mountains are covered with snow, bluebirds have stopped flying, I drink with the mountains, the sky gradually darkens, the moon rises above my brows, and I am filled with sorrow.
When I see you, my heart is filled with waves, and I suddenly realize that the wind that has been blowing for thousands of miles has suddenly stopped, the dawn has come, and the morning light is shining on my face, all of which are joy.
He recognized the girl, but the girl did not recognize him.
For some reason, at this moment, the world is quiet, all the noise has faded away, and the scene here is frozen.
His eyes were slightly wet, perhaps because the wind was too strong, or perhaps because his eyes were too dry, anyway, it was complicated.
He didn't say anything, nor did he move. He just stood there.
Dongfang Qingzhu frowned slightly. She felt uncomfortable when she felt Zang's burning gaze.
Soon a long sword appeared in her hand and she pointed it into the air.
He was the first to break the silence, and softly and indifferently uttered four words, saying, "Are you Zang?"
In a trance, Ye Tingmu turned around, his lips slightly tilted, and he replied calmly: "Yes! I am Zang."
"Why are you here?"
"Meet someone."
"Did you see it?"
"Yes."
"Now that you've seen it, why don't you leave?"
He didn't answer and remained silent.
Dongfang Qingzhu looked at the strange man in front of him, feeling confused.
"Miss Dongfang, there's no need to waste time talking to him, just capture him quickly." The emperor guarding the gate on the nineteenth heaven shouted.
Dongfang Qingzhu twisted her head when she heard these words. She knew in her heart that the Great Elder had not made any move, so there must be a conspiracy, and this conspiracy was aimed at Qingfeng and Fenghe, so she could not expose herself at the moment.
She raised her sword and drew on the snow. "If you don't speak or move, then you can't blame me. Look at the sword."
Dongfang Qingzhu swung his long sword, and the Dharma images of all heavens appeared.
There were thunders all around her as she cut through the air with her long sword, followed by thousands of lightning bolts, fierce and powerful.
"Whoosh!" It came through the air.
There was a sudden roar, and before the sword arrived, the wind was one step ahead.
The strong wind blew up Ye Tingmu's long hair, his blood-stained robe, and blew away the blood on his face.
"Boom!" The sound of air exploding was heard again.
The people around him sweated and watched the scene nervously. Their expressions were extremely complicated. They hoped that Dongfang Qingzhu could stop this devil, but they were puzzled as to why Zang didn't hide.
Dongfang Qingzhu forced his sword to retract, and the tip of the sword stopped an inch in front of Zang's chest, but the shooting lightning had already hit his body first.
From the blade of the sword, there was a flash of lightning rising up, and a sharp light shining across the sky.
In front of the sword was a young man in blood-stained clothes, smiling as gently as the spring breeze.
Behind the sword intent was a beautiful girl with black hair, looking confused.
A trace of panic flashed in Dongfang Qingzhu's eyes. She looked at Zang, stunned for three seconds before speaking.
Along with the thunder, there were voices full of confusion and puzzlement.
"Why not hide?"
There were ripples in Ye Tingmu's eyes. He remembered the day of separation, the love letter, and the words that were not said but written on the paper.
He seemed to have made up his mind. His eyes became firm, his smile remained the same, and he said seriously and gently, "Love is when you look at me and all the starlight penetrates my heart. I bet your sword is not sharpened."
At this moment, Dongfang Qingzhu was stunned, not because of this sentence, but because Zang's eyes suddenly became so familiar.
The same look as that boy.
Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly at this moment, her expression changed, and countless questions emerged in her mind.
In the end, everything pointed to uncertainty, but at this moment, she had an expectation that she shouldn't have. She hoped that the boy in front of her was the one.
Even so, it was too absurd, but this was what she felt in her heart.
The two of them continued to look into each other's eyes. Zang's gaze seemed to strike directly into her heart at this moment. She wanted to avoid this burning gaze, but for some reason, she was reluctant to move away.
Her throat rolled gently, her rosy lips slightly opened, and she asked, "Who are you?"
Amid everyone’s confusion, and in Dongfang Qingzhu’s trance.
Ye Tingmu slowly raised his right hand and slowly approached Dongfang Qingzhu. Finally, he made a sword-like gesture with his bloody palm and lightly tapped Dongfang Qingzhu's brow.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled and said, "Who drew this lightning for you?"
The purple lightning was stained with blood. Dongfang Qingzhu went from being puzzled, ignorant and bewildered to tears in an instant.
At this moment, time seemed to stop, and Dongfang Qingzhu could not move his eyes away.
She didn't dare to blink, tears fell down, she didn't cry, she just shed tears silently, but her body was twitching slightly.
The painted snow in her hand suddenly fell, and the thunder and lightning also ended at this moment, along with the Dharma image which disappeared without a trace.
She wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth for a long time and couldn't utter a word.
Ye Tingmu was still standing there, still smiling, but as he smiled, his eyes became redder.
After a long, long time, she finally uttered three words. "Really?"
"It's true."
After getting Ye Tingmu's affirmation, Dongfang Qingzhu covered his mouth with both hands, shook his head frantically, and took two steps back. The tears in his eyes grew more and more, and his vision became more and more hazy.
She smiled, a smile accompanied by tears, which was full of joy, sadness, and heartache.
Ye Tingmu felt a pain in his heart, and he also smiled.
There was no word spoken. They had been looking forward to this meeting for a very long time, but the unexpected appearance caught them off guard and they didn't know what to say.
At this moment, thousands of words turned into silence.
It became tears like rain and smiles like flowers.
Neither of them had ever thought of such a meeting, neither Dongfang Qingzhu nor Ye Tingmu.
Although Ye Tingmu in front of him had changed his appearance, Dongfang Qingzhu knew that he was always himself. No matter what, he was always himself, and nothing else mattered.
My writing style is average, so please read it carefully. I am not good at writing about love, but I have to write it anyway. Please forgive me if it is a little awkward!
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