Chapter 8 Chapter Eight: The Moon Dance of the Fifth Sun

The dawn sun shone on Xiangsan's eyes, and she sat up lazily, letting her mind gradually wake up in the damp breath. She didn't go back to Huaying Pavilion, but she leaned against the mirror stand made by Zhuo Wangsun in this simple lakeside hut, and fell asleep.There was a sweet smile on her face all night, because the lakeside was so peaceful that no one would disturb her, so she could fall asleep to her heart's content. Slowly, she opened her eyes against the sun.The golden sunlight is like a screen of translucent emerald feathers, quietly blooming, immediately making the lovesickness happy.She got up and walked slowly towards the lake.

The water lilies floating all over the lake look crystal clear under the strong sunlight. Although some of them have been damaged, they still cannot conceal the beauty of the thousands of stars.Acacia scooped up a handful of water, carefully combing her long hair. The blue hair spread out in the lake, like a black flower, and the lake seemed to have the fragrance of water lilies, reflecting her lotus-like smile. She was immersed in the warm sunlight, but she didn't notice that a pair of eyes looked at her deeply from afar. There was a trace of sadness in Yang Yizhi's eyes, because he had never seen Acacia so happy.He sincerely hoped that she would be happy forever, even if she was with Zhuo Wangsun.But thinking of the soaring sword energy yesterday, he couldn't believe that her happiness now was real.

He looked at Acacia quietly, meditating.But the lake is so clear and the sun is so bright, there is really nothing to worry about. Except Zhuo Wangsun never came. Xiangsi is not worried, she has long regarded this lakeside as her private land, her private land with Zhuo Wangsun, as long as she is by this lake, she can feel the warm hand held by Zhuo Wangsun, her warmth happiness will not change. He is working as the pavilion master there, there will always be a lot of things to be busy.Acacia decided to make something for the log cabin herself.Some small flower baskets, small decorations.

Like two double-living and amphibious birds, he gave her this small nest built by himself, and it was her turn to pick up pieces of feathers, pieces of moss, and decorate the small nest before letting it go. more warm. She started immediately. Zhuo Wangsun sat quietly behind the high table, looking at the golden beads and silks all over the floor.These are the dowry of Princess Yongle, and the royal atmosphere is of course different, almost filling up the Danshu Pavilion.Emperor Jiajing was afraid that his daughter would be left alone, so he sent another hundred court ladies over, and all of them had arrived at Huayin Pavilion by this time.This forbidden place of the rivers and lakes, which has been silent for a long time, is now bustling like never before.

But Zhuo Wangsun's face sank.He really didn't like it, very, very much. But he has promised Princess Shang. The discipline of Huayin Pavilion is strict, and honor is the first priority. Even Zhuo Wangsun, who is the owner of the pavilion, cannot violate it arbitrarily, so he can only restrain his temper a little, and watch all this quietly and coldly. Yan Daoming knew Zhuo Wangsun's impatience, so he has been working hard to deal with all this as soon as possible.However, there are so many rules about being born in the royal family, one after another, and after finally finishing it, the guards suddenly sent news that the heroes of the world came to congratulate.

Zhuo Wangsun's face became even more serious. Since he took office, he has acted vigorously and vigorously. The Huayin Pavilion is in full swing, hanging above the Jianghu.Huayin Pavilion has always been regarded as a martial arts forbidden area, no one would dare to step into it for no reason, and now these rules seem to be abolished, could it be that these people have forgotten all after traveling outside the territory? Zhuo Wangsun's heart was full of murderous intent, the face of Huangmen who was still explaining the rules in the palace suddenly changed color, and he was stabbed by the cold air emanating from Zhuo Wangsun's body.Yan Daoming sighed, stretched out his hand to support the yellow gate, a wave of internal force penetrated through, calmed his mind, and said to Zhuo Wangsun: "Pavilion Master, please feel free to do anything, and the subordinates will naturally handle it properly."

Zhuo Wangsun nodded, got up and left Danshu Pavilion.The uproar about these mundane matters made him extremely annoyed, and he couldn't think of what to do for a while.He walked casually, and suddenly raised his head, only to find that he had arrived at the east gate of Huaying Pavilion, and the lake was in front of him.Looking at the clear and quiet lake water, he couldn't help but calm down. The troubles seemed to be blown away by the lotus-scented wind and would never come back again. Zhuo Wangsun's heart trembled involuntarily, and his face changed! He frowned and looked at his heart.

Could it be that I also regard this place as a shelter from the wind?Do I need a place to hide too? His gaze started to turn cold again, this coldness was due to his anger towards himself.This anger is again due to the weakness in my heart! My heart is like iron, how can there be such a weakness?Zhuo Wangsun's gaze was like a sharp sword, but he stabbed himself! Could it be... Did I really fall in love with her? He immediately said to himself, no!That's impossible! But a faint voice poked out from the bottom of his heart, and said to him with a soft smile: "Don't you like her a little bit?"

Zhuo Wangsun was silent. For a long time, he has been accustomed to using the sword to solve problems. No matter how powerful the enemies are, they all fell under his sword one by one, so he is invincible, and he rules the world.But now, he can no longer follow the old routine, because he is facing himself. Only you can't solve it with a sword, absolutely not. So am I in love with her? Otherwise why is my heart so restless?Zhuo Wangsun was suddenly upset. But he immediately got rid of all this and stepped forward: "No, none of this can restrain me, because I am the king!"

He threw away all his thoughts and walked alone to the lake.He is used to ignoring the world. When Zhuo Wangsun was standing by the lake, he raised his head and found a bright moon had risen in the sky. Qinghui is like jade, sprinkled all over the world.This is a bright moon, even Zhuo Wangsun can't help being dazzled by its beauty.A faint smile appeared on his face. It's time to hit the notes a little harder to declare this doomed movement. He stared at the moon in the sky: Let a last dance in the middle of the month fill the air with fireworks. Xiangsi sat quietly in the cabin, not thinking about anything.By his side, she was used to keeping her life simple. She only thought about it when she had something to do, and didn't think about anything when she had nothing to do.She likes to sit on a high place, with her bare feet hanging in the air, letting the soft wind blow over her feet, feeling the coolness.

The cage shoes are shallow and the crow's head socks are worn, and it is known that it is Ling Bo's ethereal body. This is the happiest time of lovesickness, but at this moment, the blue waves in the lake suddenly surged up, and then turned into successive raging waves, rushing towards the shore. Xiangsi was taken aback, she sat up hastily, and saw that the tide was getting higher and higher, it had already overflowed the foundation of the wooden house, and was rippling towards the house.She was very anxious and hurriedly blocked the door with her body. But what can her frail body block? The strange thing is that the long wave of shock, when it reached her, seemed to hit an invisible wall, and could no longer move forward. The shimmering waves reflected the moonlight sky as bright as snow, almost piercing Acacia's eyes, but she had no time to rejoice, because the surging water in the lake was getting bigger and stronger! The waves of the lake splashed, and there was a muffled thunder-like booming sound in the middle, like a fierce battle between the gods.Acacia's face also turned pale with fear, but she never intended to leave—the hut was all hers, let alone a little bit of lake waves, even if the world returned to the prehistoric, she would never leave. After a long time, following the most violent eruption of the lake, this round of furious tide that seemed to be splitting the world gradually subsided.The water of the lake formed a ravine and flowed back rapidly. Acacia was surprised to find that the lake had changed. The lake waves calmed down, as if a piece of blue glass had been spread under the moonlight. I do not know when there was a high platform in the empty lake, standing quietly in the lake.The high platform is dragged by the moonlight to cast a long shadow, like an ancient tree breaking through the waves, and it will grow into the moon palace. The high platform is made of strong oak, and dozens of long tree trunks are piled together randomly, without any decoration, but it just happens to be set off by the enveloping moonlight to give a bold and ancient feeling. The trunks are stacked up, facing the night sky boldly, just like the ancient osmanthus tree in the moon palace in the legend. I don’t know when it was cut down by the gods and fell into the beautiful lake in front of us. The water patterns are swaying, and there are bursts of faint blue light and shadow under the moon.At the top of the laurel tree, a figure stood far away. The heart of lovesickness suddenly warmed up, the attitude of the ruler of the world, the lofty arrogance... Could there be another such person in the world besides Zhuo Wangsun? The moonlight is cold, and he takes the blue sky as his back! In a trance, he opened his hand, and immediately thousands of blue butterfly shadows flew out of his hand, dancing towards the waves of the lake.They are like the blooming flowers of ancient trees, blooming layer upon layer, and then covering the entire moon sky. Lovesickness was like a dream, and she couldn't help raising her head slightly.The moonlight is like milk soaked in honey, and even a slight sweet fragrance can be smelled. Suddenly, the starlight in the sky seemed to be infected by the rippling lake waves and moved slightly. Zhuo Wangsun's figure floated up gently, and the butterfly shadow was like a rain of blue flowers spreading across the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, making his figure both illusory and real, as if he really walked out of the moon palace An ancient god, who happened to come to the girl who looked up to him in the mortal world. His clothes were flying, and he flew down towards Acacia. Xiangsi felt that her hand was gently held up, and her body was like a lightly fluttering feather, floating up with it. The cabin, the lotus, and the waves of the lake gradually became smaller. Under the cold moonlight, they blurred into a rippling dream shadow, which was clouded in the heart of Acacia. She gradually believed that this was a long-awaited dream. No need to struggle, no need to worry, just fly to the long-awaited dream under the guidance of these hands. Her body is as light as a feather, her breath is as thin as spring rain, and her mind is as pure as ice and snow. In this quiet and clean moonlight, she is like a lotus seed that has been sleeping for thousands of years and finally blooms. Those luxuriant petals that cannot bloom are painfully looking forward to; those faint eyes that cannot be spoken are painfully looking forward to. Light and shadow scattered on the high platform, and they landed on the top of the ancient tree.Acacia's eyes had already melted into the beautiful night, and could no longer condense. In the darkness of the night, the butterflies of the netherworld are slowly flying with their wings, and a little bit of blue light falls off from their lives, and then is lit by the moonlight, burning silently on this lake that only belongs to the moonlight. Every butterfly is a pair of eyes, eyes sighing at the beauty of the night; every butterfly is a star, a star that gave up the vast Milky Way because of the love of the world. Zhuo Wangsun let go gently, and a light fragrance slowly overflowed from his hand, drifting towards the waves of the lake.That is the fragrance of ambergris, and it is also the favorite thing of Hades. These elegant night elves immediately flew together, vying to rush towards Ambergris.The butterfly clothes are flying, the blue feathers are shining, the lotus stamens are hidden for a while, and the moon is cold. This quiet world of glass has become a kingdom of fragrant and colorful dances in an instant. Even Zhuo Wangsun's voice softened: "This lake can be called Xiangsi Lake." Ambergris dripped down from his sleeve like a blue cloud floating down. Zhuo Wangsun stared into Acacia's eyes: "I flew a pigeon to send a letter, and I asked Qianli Zishi to send a thousand butterflies from the Nether Island, just to let the butterfly clothes and the moonlight interweave the best love for you." Here comes the present. Do you like it?" Lovesick eyes lifted up and stared into his eyes.That gaze also seemed to be illuminated by the moonlight, full of the faint blue glow of Hades. Zhuo Wangsun's heart couldn't help but startled slightly. Acacia stared at him obsessively.On this high platform hanging from the sky, surrounded by thousands of butterfly clothes, surrounded by the fragrance of ambergris, and surrounded by the moonlight, the two of them suddenly felt so lonely. This solitude surrounded them heavily, and they suddenly discovered together that they were simultaneously illuminated by the radiant moonlight without any impurities. And at this moment, their innocent hearts were so close, never before! In the trance-like moonlight of the lake, Zhuo Wangsun suddenly saw Xiangsi's heart, and Xiangsi also suddenly saw Zhuo Wangsun's heart. Those are two hearts that are also trembling in front of the great beauty of the world, two hearts that are also shocked by the love for each other. She raised her head and looked up at him, as if she had been looking at him for thousands of lifetimes, her star-like eyes were dotted with watery lines. At that moment, her whole body seemed to be illuminated crystal clear by the moonlight, like a lotus flower in the lake waves that had been waiting for the night dew for a long time, finally trembling and fully blooming. His heart couldn't help but shake - it turned out that she was so beautiful.As beautiful as the legend in his destiny. The only legend. She was still staring at him, and there was a faint rosy color between her pale red lips, like the most delicate new pistil in the depths of a lotus flower.And this rosy color trembled slightly in the night wind. The lake was sluggish, and Zhuo Wangsun suddenly felt a powerful force surge up in his heart, which seemed to drown all his rationality and calmness. He couldn't help but hug Acacia deeply, covering the rosy color with his breath. Acacia sighed, and the sky and the earth also suddenly sank in the butterfly clothes and dragon fragrance, sank in the lotus buds and moonlight! Zhuo Wangsun felt that his heart became softer than ever before, and a kind of deep joy broke out of the cocoon at this moment, stirring in his body. Her smile is as moving as the moon, and her breath is as soft as the wind. With all of this, why not give up all the loneliness and pride for the time being, and let them bloom into beautiful twin flowers under the boundless moonlight? Desire and pleasure overlap layer upon layer, just like the vines that have been stored for thousands of years in this ancient tree, entangled in life and death, never ending. The sinking pleasure sweeps everything and conquers everything. Shiva, the god of destruction but also of force. For thousands of years, he has always been high above the earth, bestowing countless joys of love and lust to the children of the mortal world. Now, when this love has turned into a temptation that even the gods cannot control, why not let him be intoxicated by the person he loves once?Indulge once? Zhuo Wangsun felt that his heart had fallen into sinking, and he was about to indulge himself in this boundless pleasure, but his eyes showed a trace of pain. When did this worldly lust become so strong that even he couldn't control it? Could it be that for this woman in front of him, he really lost the power to control everything? Never! Suddenly, a fierce murderous aura rushed out from his body, like a wounded flower in full bloom, covering layers of petals around the two of them. The cold breath awakened Xiangsi's intoxicated eyes, and she instinctively wanted to break free from his embrace. But Zhuo Wangsun hugged her so tightly that she couldn't break free, and couldn't even breathe. He hugged her tightly like this, kissing that rosy color wantonly, but the murderous aura became heavier and colder! Finally, the ancient tree couldn't bear the god's wrath, trembling and letting out a mournful sigh. Suddenly, the love that filled the world seemed to be shattered by the boundless murderous aura. The giant oak tree under the two of them was crushed by his murderous aura and splashed around! The underworld butterflies fluttering in the sky let out a silent howl, and flew away in a panic, but how could their weak colorful wings escape the storm? The branches of the ancient trees split their bodies in an instant, breaking their weak butterfly wings into pieces of dust, dancing in the air.The tranquil fragrance was also roughly torn apart, turning into silky coils, everywhere. The ancient tree withstood the most intense murderous aura. Its branches groaned under the pressure of the mountain's true power, but they were enveloped by this murderous aura. They couldn't disperse or escape. , One by one, it burst into pieces in the air! Acacia was held deeply in his arms, as if she was about to stop breathing. At that moment, their distance was so close, but she still kept the posture of looking up-this is her posture, in the past life and future life, thousands of years. Through his messy hair flying in the moonlight, she seemed to be able to see the love and murderous intent in his heart congealed little by little, turning into a boundless haze, covering the sky full of moonlight, as if a huge pair of eyes opened behind him. The wings envelop her layer by layer, soaking her inch by inch. This is him.The embodiment of the god of destruction and sexual power. Even love is so violent.Love is love, extinction is extinction, you want everything, you want everything, you can't help but say it, you can't resist it! Her eyes couldn't help being wet with Yelu. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound next to her ear, and her whole body was shaken violently like a falling flower in the wind, as if she was falling. She was startled, and just about to struggle, she was hugged even tighter by him. A huge shadow undulates behind him like wings, like the endless changes of desire for love and destruction, only his kiss lasts forever. Time and time again, the ancient trees under their feet slammed loudly, bursting apart one after another. Time and time again, her body fell into the shadow of the waves and moon in the lake as if being hit hard, and then stopped; trembling, and then fell again... The moonlight is like water, and the blue butterfly wings are dancing in the last days. What is rippling is the sinking of the fragrance, the death of the butterfly, and the crazy desire. Instead of suffering thousands of years on the snow-capped mountains, why not indulge in one night and be crushed into dust under his embrace! This is a gorgeous lingering. But Xiangsi closed her eyes lightly, her strength suddenly completely disappeared, no matter what the future holds, she is not prepared to resist. The tall ancient trees shattered into dust and collapsed one after another until the cold water reached her knees. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly pushed her away! Xiangsi opened her eyes in surprise, and saw Zhuo Wangsun walking away, never looking back, never looking at her again! Broken trees were mixed with butterfly corpses, scattered in the remnant lotus, Acacia knelt and sat in the loneliness of Hongxiang, but Zhuo Wangsun never looked back. His killing intent has always enveloped him, forever. In the midst of the full moon, Xiangsi knelt quietly. As the moon set and the sun rose, she remained motionless until the night wind dried the tears on her face and the last trace of warmth from her body, and finally fell down in the icy lake water. She still didn't know that there was another person in the jungle not far away, watching all this silently. Thirty-seven times. Just now, Zhuo Wangsun's murderous aura had alarmed thirty-seven times, and each time, the ancient wood in the center of the lake was cracked inch by inch. As a result, the Fengyue sword energy in Yang Yi's hands was condensed thirty-seven times. Zhuo Wangsun finally let her go, so he finally didn't make a move with his sword. If he makes a move, I will definitely stop him, even if her body is smashed to pieces, I won't let her suffer any harm. In order to protect her safety, he stood close by, watching the woman he loved being embraced by others. He is ready for the first battle, and even desires this battle from the bottom of his heart. At least, we can use each other's blood to wash away this unbearable shame and end this troubled relationship. However, this battle never happened. Yang Yizhi let out a long sigh, walked out from the depths of the night, and gently hugged Xiangsi from the lake. She was unconscious, her hands and feet were cold, but her forehead was hot. Yang Yizhi looked at her with deep pity and pain in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he found a small empty wooden box floating in the water not far from her.The wooden box was broken, and a package at the bottom floated out, floating quietly on the water. Or, this is hers too, he picked up the package and sent her back to the hut by the lake. There are no beds in the hut, just a pile of loose leaves.He freed up one hand, spread the leaves as soft as possible, and then carefully put her on it. The cold and fright that night must have made her very ill. There were two sickly red patches on her pale face, and her long disheveled hair and thin clothes were completely wet and stuck tightly to the cold skin. Her breathing was a little short, and she didn't know whether it was teardrops or lake water hanging from her long eyelashes. Yang Yizhi felt a pain in his heart, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently wipe away the water marks on her face and hair. Suddenly, his hand froze in mid-air. A faint trace of blood on her lips was like a speck of night dew on a lotus flower, so dazzling. This is the wound just now, the mark he left on her lips. Yang Yizhi felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart, and it was almost difficult to hold on for a while. This was the woman he wanted to protect, but her person, her heart, already belonged to another person—the one who wanted to kill her. All this made him deeply painful, but he didn't complain. Fate is playing tricks, and we hate to meet each other later.Ever since he knew that her love for Zhuo Wangsun was so deep, he decided to bury his love in his heart forever.He didn't expect to get anything, fight for anything.He just wants her to be happy. However, her love is so bitter, so painful, but he can do nothing. He was speechless for a long time, finally sighed, and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, she grabbed his sleeve. Her eyes were closed tightly, her cheeks were flushed, and she murmured: "Don't go, don't go..." She held on to his sleeve so hard that her whole body trembled. In the silent moonlight, she sobbed softly like a gossamer: "Don't go, don't leave me alone..." He understood that it was not him that she begged so hard, but the man who had left heartlessly just now. Yang Yizhi's eyes were filled with deeper pain. What she wanted was nothing more than comfort and companionship, but Zhuo Wangsun refused to give it to her. And him? He watched her pain, guarded her pain, but was so powerless. Xiangsi held his sleeve tightly, as if holding the last point of support in her life.In the torment of illness, what she called repeatedly was another person's name—all she wanted was for him to stay by her side. And him? He has no superb martial arts, no prominent status, no more affection, but... However, he could give her nothing! ——I have everything, but I can give you nothing. A self-deprecating smile appeared on Yang Yizhi's face.This self-mockery is so painful and desolate. He finally made up his mind and pulled the sleeve out of her hand. He didn't leave, but set up a fire not far from her, but he sat on the steps outside the door and waited all night. Through the dense firelight, he could see her face tortured by illness.Every time she frowned, every moan was like a heavy blow to his heart. But he didn't come forward. There was a half-closed door between them. Not for etiquette.Rather, he didn't want to leave a mark on her heart. Now that her heart has been completely given to Zhuo Wangsun, he decided not to give her any more confusion. All he had to do was to guard her happiness not far away.That little, fragmented, happy dream. As long as she is happy.