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Approaching them did not necessarily mean anything. It was not because of Chen Yufan's efforts to kill the azure-dressed swordsman, but in front of Chen Yufan, such efforts were insufficient to explain anything, especially the difference in cultivation levels. Chen Yufan wasn't just saying these words to the sword artist in green, he was also saying them at the same time. Being close to the truth did not mean anything.

He was as close to that girl as he was to her at the moment, but that didn't mean anything.

He secretly sighed, and continued to stand on top of the Blue Lake. It was just that the ground under Chen Yufan's feet was no longer as calm as it was before, and a few bubbles would occasionally surface under his feet. The hot water of the lake was not like the water in the autumn.

He raised his eyes silently. His deep eyes were as tranquil as the autumn waters. Occasionally, he would narrow his brows, and the heroic air between his brows was like a sword beam that shot into the clouds. The bangs on his forehead started to float up and down. Along with the sound of the wind, it still didn't seem messy at all. When it hit between his eyebrows, it felt a bit itchy.

Chen Yifan felt as if he had been pulled from the deepest depths of his heart. Looking at the pitch-black ship in front of him, he felt a faint tingling sensation in his heart. "With a faint smile, he splashed his way through the autumn water. He lifted his foot slightly and skimmed over the lake without making a splash. He only took a single step forward before stopping.

Someone once said, happiness is an itch when you can scratch, misfortune is itch, can't scratch. Looking at the Wattage Vessel speck of starlight, Chen Yufan felt an unspeakable itch in his heart, but he didn't dare scratch it. Deep in his heart, although he was not afraid, he still felt indescribable pain.

After all, tonight, he was going to kill someone, and that person was from Zhou Family. He did not know what kind of reaction this girl, who sat firmly inside the Wattage Vessel, would have towards his actions. It's hard to say.

Hearing the loud voice from inside the boat, the desolation carried a tinge of grief, and the meaning behind it, seemed to be something only Chen Yufan could understand. It was disappointment and bitterness, but also an open-mindedness. His eyes congealed, looking at the Wattage Vessel, not knowing why, Chen Yufan took out a jade flute from his waist.

In the Carefree Cave, Chen Yufan had not only learned the martial arts of unparalleled beauty, he had also learned the legacy of his predecessors, the beautiful zither. Chen Yufan was at least slightly familiar with the ways of the palace. This was not modesty, but a kind of pride and confidence.

Xiao was the most ancient musical instrument in the world. The moon's splendor combined with the sound of the flute made the audience feel a sense of loss. It wasn't that simple. A green leaf slowly slid down along with the sound of the flute, passing by Chen Yufan's brows and slashing across his face, leaving behind a solemn expression.

Qing Ye's and Qin Xiao's melodies started to float far away, and even the green-clad Nine Grade swordsman who was standing at the bow of the lake felt a stir in his heart. This kind of crying sound, was as if dragons, phoenixes, and stripes, did not say a single word, but it was recounting a series of bitter four years.

The flute's cry was filled with sorrow and sorrow, but it also contained an endless sense of apology. The two of them didn't speak and didn't communicate with each other, but they shared a mutual understanding of each other. It was like they were following each other through a monarch's sword. The Cyan Robed Swordsman stood at the bow of the ship and laughed lightly, as he could not help but mock: "So it turns out that you also have such a tender moment. Chen Yufan, what kind of person are you in the end?"

He only shook his head with a wry smile, but the Cyan Robed Swordsman didn't have much to say. It was just a simple sentence, but it expressed the doubts of countless people. In this world, there were very few people who could understand Chen Yufan. After Li Xiaoyao, there was no one else.

As the song faded, the two people's minds became one another. The rippling Blue Lake never stopped, and even the whistling wind began to tremble and cry for the two of them. The wind was mixed with bits of fallen leaves, green, yellow, and yellow, using their endless lives to compose a hymn of life.

They knew that there were people who could understand what they were thinking. They also knew that there were people who knew whether Ye Luo's sadness was due to the wind or the trees' reluctance to stop him.

As he played with the long jade howl in his hand, Chen Yufan's face revealed a touch of sadness and desolation. His fingers lightly streaked past, and stuck to a fallen leaf, and then gently bounced off it. As if a mysterious force had controlled the leaf for a moment, it slowly floated towards the nearby Wattage Vessel.

Slowly, without the slightest bit of anxiety, this red leaf carried a form of Legacy, a sense of nervousness, and a rare manliness as it floated past the Cyan Robed Swordsman. Gradually, it arrived within the Wattage Vessel. The sound of the zither in the boat also stopped, only the occasional soft sobbing sound could be heard.

Her voice wasn't loud, but with Chen Yufan's cultivation, he was naturally able to hear it clearly. It was a light sob, and within the sobs, there was embarrassment and fear. Gu Ye arrived at Zhou Qianyun's table with a glance.

The faint handwriting on the lone leaf slowly slid into the depths of Zhou Qianyun's eyes.

"Who knew that the Sovereign's Heart was like my heart …" It was just a few simple words, but when it entered Zhou Qianyun's eyes, it felt like spring breeze was blowing. Her heart felt warm and sweet. An indescribable feeling of joy and happiness came from within her heart. Her body began to uncontrollably surge, rushing out at an almost crazy speed.

Those familiar words, those familiar flute melodies, they all seemed to indicate that he was coming. Yes, he was coming.

With a violent rumble, Zhou Qianyun knocked down the guzheng by her side, and floated to the bow of the ship like the wind. At this moment, the gate-god like cyan clothed swordsman had already sadly disappeared. Under the dim light, the silver autumn moon and the twinkling stars reflected on the surface of the lake.

Zhou Qianyun's hair flew at the ends of her head as she gazed at the lake's surface with anticipation, searching for the person hidden deep in her heart.

At the moment, there were no waves on the Blue Lake. Instead, there was a mist at the corner of Zhou Qianyun's eyes. She looked at the familiar white clothes on the surface of the lake, reflecting the moonlight, as if they were inhuman. It was as free and easy as ever, as ethereal as if it were a fairy. The jade-green flute under the moonlight became even more crystalline and clear, and the Jade Thumb Ring on the left revealed the identity of its master.

"Yu Fan …" His voice trembled non-stop on the Blue Lake. Accompanied by two drops of clear tears, one was Zhou Qianyun's, the other was Chen Yufan's.

A cup of green tea, a faint fragrance. They looked at each other, yet there was still no sound at all. It was as if the sound had broken this dream-like reunion. The two crystal-like figures emitted a quiet and serene feeling in the middle of the night. Only the sweet smile on their faces could not be wiped away.

It was unknown when, but the Nine Grade at the bow of the ship had already disappeared. He only left behind a faint and dim look, because he knew that as long as that man was on the boat, there was no one in this world who could injure his mistress. Even if Jiao Huangaboluo came personally, he might not be able to do anything. He then left in a carefree manner.

Under the dim light, Chen Yufan's eyes couldn't help but reflect a trace of gentleness. In this world, there were truly too many women, and they were undoubtedly all outstanding women. Like Catherine's power, like Sophia's flirtatiousness, like Dugu. They were all different.

Chen Yufan naturally had different feelings toward them. He felt pity for Nalan Yanyan, doted upon him, had an inexplicable infatuation towards Shangguan Qingxue, and felt no complaints or regrets towards Chen Xiao Si. But towards this woman in front of him, Chen Yufan felt even more respect and love. Nature and love need to be understood separately. It was a complex emotion.

Zhou Qianyun had a light expression, but was wearing a vulgar purple red robe tonight. However, this vulgar robe was on her body, making her look even more flirtatious. At this moment, she was no longer the mistress of Zhou Family who killed iron blooded people, nor was she a prodigy from the business world, nor was she anyone's superior. She was just an ordinary woman, a woman who needed someone to take care of her.

It was just that this kind of woman had a halo that made many men cower in fear.

She gently held onto Chen Yufan's big hand and felt for the Jade Thumb Ring in the man's hand. It was as gentle as ever, as gentle as ever. Finally, Zhou Qianyun could no longer hold back and said: "Yufan, I'm not dreaming right! "You really came. I was afraid that I was dreaming. If I woke up from the dream, you would have left!"

Chen Yufan laughed indifferently, his smile was extremely genuine, and could not be any more realistic. His pair of long and narrow eyes narrowed as he looked at the beautiful person before his, causing his to feel heartache and feel pity. Subconsciously clenching Zhou Qianyun's fist, he said softly, "Xiao Yun, it's me. I'm here, this isn't a dream!"

In response to Chen Yufan's response, Zhou Qianyun instead lightly stuck her cheek against his arm. Her face was filled with affection, reluctance, and cherishment. No one knew what Zhou Qianyun was thinking, but anyone who saw such an intoxicated smile would think that she was the happiest girl in the world. At least for the moment.

Both of them spoke faintly, but there was no bloodshed between their words. He didn't have the right to struggle, he didn't have Jia Xing, and he didn't have Blue Lake.

The two of them seemed to have consciously avoided the topic of conversation, as they didn't want this rare reunion to sink into a heart-wrenching mood. This was also what Chen Yufan admired about Zhou Qianyun the most, because this girl knew what she should and shouldn't say. Such a sense of propriety was just right.

It was just that as he spoke, Chen Yufan did not see any displeasure in Zhou Qianyun, he did not even see any disguise. She was a real person.

The faint aroma of tea seeped into the whole shipyard. The warmth and joy of reuniting was everywhere in a daze. However, no one knew that at this very moment, in the darkness, a massacre was unfolding in an orderly fashion. This night was destined to be an extraordinary night, similarly a sleepless night.

Subconsciously glancing at the moonlight outside the dock, Chen Yufan's already narrowed eyes became even more focused, and he thought to himself: "Time's up!"

However, Zhou Qianyun, who was sitting opposite of him, did not seem to notice this man's gaze at all.

Yes, the person had left and the tea was cold. It was an intangible reminder, telling this man that she seemed to know something. However, Zhou Qianyun still did not have the slightest bit of dissatisfaction or blame, and did not even have a single trace of emotion. There was still an endless sense of tenderness. She smiled foolishly.