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The dawn gradually reveals on the horizon, accompanied by morning dew and a gentle breeze, sprinkling a layer of faint light on the ancient temple's green stone bricks. Towering ancient trees surround the temple, exuding a lingering fragrance, as if time has frozen in this moment, leaving only ancient tranquility.
Xiaoxaio and Wuyin walk side by side on the ancient stone steps, each with different thoughts. Wuyin is thinking about how to protect Xiaoxaio, while Xiaoxaio is pondering the mysterious power of the Nine Lives Stone. Wuyin has a cold gleam in his eyes, his Phantom Fan dancing in the wind, displaying his extraordinary temperament. Xiaoxaio's eyes are as clear as a lake, and her Iceheart Sword gently sways with her steps, emitting a cold light.
Suddenly, Xiaoxaio paused in her tracks, sensing a familiar yet unfamiliar presence. She tightly gripped the Iceheart Sword and looked ahead with vigilance.
As she approached the mountain gate, Xiaoxaio was suddenly dazzled by the sight of a familiar figure - her lover from a past life, Qingfeng.
Qingfeng still looks handsome and passionate as ever, his golden armor shining brightly in the sunlight. Yet, there is a deep sense of determination and possession in his eyes. When he sees Xiaoxaio, a glimmer of joy flashes in his eyes.
" Xiaoxaio, it's you! It's really you!" Qingfeng walks step by step towards Xiaoxaio, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement.
In Xiaoxaio's eyes, the figure of Qingfeng is reflected, and time seems to freeze in this moment. He is still as proud and confident as ever, with the determined look in his blue eyes beneath his golden hair unchanged. However, the fervor and possessiveness in his eyes make Xiaoxaio feel uncomfortable. Memories from the past involuntarily surge in her heart.
Back then, Qingfeng, although proud, was gentle and polite. His smile always carried a warm sunshine, making people feel warm inside.
They first met in the colorful spring, when Xiaoxaio was still a young girl, and Qingfeng was a beloved prince in the palace. They met by a stream where peach blossoms were in full bloom, and Qingfeng's tenderness and Xiaoxaio's aloofness attracted each other at that time. They rode horses together on the vast plains, strolled together under the moonlight, and those beautiful times seemed to be engraved in the river of time, never to be washed away.
But as time passed, Qingfeng's possessiveness grew stronger, and he wanted to completely possess Xiaoxaio, while Xiaoxaio wanted to explore a broader world. Their hearts gradually grew apart, until after a fierce argument, they went their separate ways.
Upon meeting again, in Qingfeng's eyes, there seemed to be not only passion and possessiveness, but also a deep sense of regret and unwillingness. As for Xiaoxaio, she was no longer the gentle girl she once was, having experienced the vicissitudes of life and become more composed and resolute. There was no longer tenderness in her eyes for Qingfeng, only a faint coldness and a distant pursuit.
She looked at Qingfeng and said calmly, " Qingfeng, neither of us is who we used to be. Let the past be the past." Her voice was clear and firm, devoid of the previous excitement and attachment.
Qingfeng looked at Xiaoxaio and a confident smile appeared on his lips: " Xiaoxaio, I've been looking for you for a long time, and finally I found you. This time, I won't let you leave me again."
A hint of coldness flashed in Xiaoxaio's eyes as she said coldly, " Qingfeng, that's all in the past. The me now is no longer the Xiaoxaio you once knew."
Qingfeng's face changed, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Xiaoxaio's arm with such force that it caused her pain.
A hint of killing intent flashed in Wuyin's eyes. He waved his hand and a black shadow sent Qingfeng flying.
Qingfeng struggled to stand up, his face darkening: "Who are you? How dare you stop me!"
Wuyin looked coldly at Qingfeng, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "I am her companion, and you are not worth mentioning."
Qingfeng was trembling with anger, he shouted loudly and swung his sword towards Wuyin. Wuyin sneered, lightly waved his Phantom Fan, and turned it into a black whirlwind that completely swallowed Qingfeng's sword energy.
The two's battle intensified, shaking the surrounding air with each clash. Qingfeng's imposing sword dance created brilliant sword shadows, intertwining in the air to form a huge sword net. However, every time Wuyin lightly waved his Phantom Fan, it formed black wind blades that effortlessly tore through Qingfeng's sword net. The battlefield was filled with a tense and thrilling atmosphere. Xiaoxaio watched their battle, knowing deep down that Qingfeng was no longer her Qingfeng, and that Wuyin was now the person she trusted the most.
Qingfeng kept attacking, but each time, Wuyin effortlessly neutralized the attacks. It was clear that Wuyin was far superior to Qingfeng, and soon, Qingfeng was completely overpowered by Wuyin with no chance of fighting back.
Looking coldly at the defeated Qingfeng, Wuyin showed no mercy in his eyes. He walked over to Xiaoxaio and said calmly, "Let's go. There's nothing worth staying for here."
Xiaoxaio glanced at Qingfeng, nodded, and then left the place with Wuyin. In her heart, she knew that only by finding the Nine Lives Stone could she rediscover her true self and her true destiny.
As the sun set in the west, the sky was dyed a golden red. The figures of Xiaoxaio and Wuyin appeared distant yet resolute in the reflection of the sunset.
Xiaoxaio and Wuyin walked out of the mountain gate of the temple. Ahead was an ancient path, lined with towering ancient trees whose leaves swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a cool fragrance. In the distance, the evening sun cast its glow on them, creating long shadows.
Wuyin looked ahead with a hint of worry in his eyes. Qingfeng won't let them off so easily. But what worried him more was Xiaoxaio's mood. Qingfeng's appearance undoubtedly stirred up a whirlwind of emotions in her heart.
Xiaoxaio sensed Wuyin's concern, she smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Wuyin, I know what's important."
Wuyin looked at Xiaoxaio, the worry in his eyes slightly eased. Xiaoxaio is a resolute person who won't be trapped by the past.
They slowly walked along the path, gradually leaving the area of the ancient temple and arriving at an open plain. The plain was rich with vegetation and a clear stream flowed through, making it very pleasant.
They found a clearing and prepared to rest there for the night. Wuyin started a fire, while Xiaoxaio went to the nearby stream to wash up and prepare food.
Night falls, and the flickering firelight brings them some warmth in the darkness. They sit quietly by the bonfire, watching the roaring flames, each lost in their own thoughts.
Xiaoxaio As she gazes at the flames, her mind is filled with countless thoughts. She thinks about her past with Qingfeng, recalling the time they once shared. But those memories now seem so distant and out of reach.
Wuyin Looking at Xiaoxaio, there is a hint of unease in his heart. Xiaoxaio still has the shadow of Qingfeng in her heart, but he cannot force anything. All he can do is silently accompany Xiaoxaio, protect her, and prevent her from being hurt again.
As the night deepens, they sit quietly by the fire, not speaking, only the crackling of the fire echoing in the night sky. In their hearts, they each have their own thoughts, but one thing is the same - they will continue their journey until they find the Nine Lives Stone and uncover the truth.
The moonlight scattered, casting their shadows long, very long. In this quiet night, in their hearts, there is a kind of indescribable sentiment and nostalgia.
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