Chapter 103 (1/2)

In the ideology of empress purple, most of the so-called romantic love are always flashy and can not stand the test of time. However, today's flute music, but inadvertently touched her heartstrings.

She actually heard from it, a kind of deep-rooted emotion. This kind of emotion, let the years pass, let the years go, vicissitudes of life, until death!

In this world, will there really be such a deep and heavy love?

At this moment, she couldn't help but wonder

Follow the Xiao sound, with doubt, purple queen to the source of the Xiao sound.

Turning around a corner, when purple queen finally saw the master of the flute, she could not help being deeply shocked.

But see, pavilions and attics, Qionglou Yuyu, there is a tallest building on the top of the top, a shadow facing the night wind long body jade stand.

He was dressed in a gray blue cloth robe, which was stained with the traces of dust. A black cloak, covering the top of the head, can not see the face, mysterious.

His waist, black belt, pinned to a very long ancient sword, full of a person's height. A long black jade flute under the cloak, playing gently.

He stood between the attics, his cloak and robes fluttering in the night wind. His head, is the sky stars, that round of jade plate like full moon in his side, within reach

From afar, the man bathed in the moon, every move as if in the middle of the moon

At this moment, a few words suddenly poured into the purple Queen's mind.

Ancient sword heart, wandering swordsman, one Xiao and one sword, happy gratitude and hatred!

Even though his flute carries endless yearning and loneliness; even though his back has been lonely for years, the empress purple does not doubt that his heroic and casual temperament, which belongs to the swordsman, is the real one!

Obviously, he is a chivalrous swordsman who is unrestrained and free from worldly restrictions, but he is bound by the so-called love. Such scenes make her think of Qi Hao. It seems that he is also such a person

It seems to feel the arrival of someone, that person's flute suddenly stopped. He slowly turned around, the black cloak cut off the face of the man, but through the Cape to pass the line of sight, let purple have such a moment, even feel a kind of inexplicable kindness

However, the man just took a look at the purple, and then carefully put away the black jade flute in his hand, and then his body flashed, like a breeze, disappeared in the night.

If it was not for the melodious sound of the flute still reverberated in her ears, the empress purple would even feel that everything just happened was just a dream

Just, who is that person, why, give her a kind of inexplicable familiar feeling?