I studied beheading in a mental institution

Under the watchful eyes of Zhou Ping, Shen Qingzhu, and Lin Qiye, An Qingyu maintained that position for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing her palm.

He placed the chopsticks on the lunch box, and his expression returned to his usual calm:

"Then let's do it."

silence.

The howling cold wind of the desert, like a roaring monster passing around the sword house, whirls wildly in the darkness,

Beside the swaying stove, the four figures were like clay sculptures, without saying a word.

Zhou Ping looked at An Qingyu beside him, and he couldn't see the slightest wavering on the latter's face, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu sat in the same place, feeling a little lost, a little angry, and a little puzzled... But in this sword hut, An Qingyu's life and death are not up to the two of them to decide.

Here, only Zhou Ping can determine the life and death of An Qingyu.

When the sword is drawn, An Qing dies; when the sword is drawn, An Qing lives... Everything depends on Zhou Ping's true heart.

Zhou Ping looked into An Qingyu's eyes, and in those eyes that were as pure as clear water, there was unprecedented disappointment... At this moment, Zhou Ping, the sword fairy who could kill even the highest sword, suddenly became much haggard.

He silently picked up two broken wooden chopsticks of different lengths, and pulled two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. As he chewed, the redness around his eyes couldn't be controlled,

I don't know how long it took before he opened his mouth vaguely:

"……Let's eat."

The sword intent floating around An Qingyu's neck gradually dissipated.

At this moment, An Qingyu's back was soaked in cold sweat, and his tense body finally relaxed.

He picked up the chopsticks and the empty lunch box in front of him again, his fingertips were still trembling slightly, and he was just about to stand up to serve rice from the rice cooker on the other side of the stove, when a palm was stretched out in front of him.

"Let me serve it for you." Lin Qiye said slowly.

An Qingyu was startled, but still passed the lunch box to him. Not long after, a bowl of steaming white rice was returned to him.

"……thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Qingzhu, did you buy wine?" Zhou Ping asked suddenly.

"Yes...but teacher, can your body drink?"

"I can bear the supreme law, can't you drink wine?" Zhou Ping took the white wine bottle, filled the small cup in front of him directly, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp!

"Puff, cough, cough..." The hot wine flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, and Zhou Ping, who had never tasted wine before, frowned and coughed one after another.

"Slow down...this is not how you drink wine."

"Teacher, let's drink with you..."

"Qingyu, hand me your cup."

"..."

The night was getting darker, and in the howling cold wind, the light from the stove made the faces of the four of them red.

Wine glasses collided with wine glasses, making a clinking sound.The four men didn't chat, but just faced each other like this, and drank the wine in silence... The wine in their glasses carried acridity and pain, as well as the past that can only remain in memory forever.

That night, Hongchen Sword Immortal passed out drunk in the sword hut.

The fire in the furnace burns out,

The originally fiery atmosphere gradually fell into coldness and darkness.

Lin Qiye slowly stood up by the fireside where the remaining warmth was still there... He fixed his eyes on An Qingyu and said calmly:

"time to go."

An Qingyu stood up from the ground silently, and followed behind Lin Qiye.

Except for Zhou Ping, Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and Shen Qingzhu were not drunk...or they didn't let themselves get drunk.

An Qingyu didn't make any extra moves, and didn't try to escape. He just followed behind Lin Qiye, opened the door of Jianlu, and walked out.

At this moment, Zhou Ping's drunken voice sounded from the sword hut:

"Anqingyu..."

An Qingyu stopped abruptly.

"You used to be my student... today... I will not kill you... but next time... my sword will not show mercy..." Zhou Ping lowered his head, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the sword hut alone, under the dim starlight , I can't see his expression clearly.

An Qingyu turned her head and took a deep look at him, without answering, turned around and followed Lin Qiye's figure, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

……

Summer.

Under the silent night, a mountain entrenched in the uninhabited mountains suddenly trembled!

The earth roars, the birds flock,

boom--! !

An earth-shattering loud noise suddenly resounded through the sky.

The mountain peak split open from the center visible to the naked eye, and the illusory stream of light illuminated half of the sky, and phantoms rose from the mountain to the sky!

"Hahahaha!! It's out! It's finally out!!"

"17 years!! A full 17 years! I can't stay in this cave for a day!"

"Sky! Earth! Pineapple Bun! I'm back!!"

"Seventeen years of retreat, from entering the 'zhan' realm to half stepping up to the human ceiling... we should be almost invincible in the world, right?"

"Where's Brother Fang Mo? I haven't beaten him before, and now I think I can do it again!"

"..."

These figures fell from the sky crying and laughing, embracing each other excitedly,

They all looked about 25 or [-] years old. They were tall and strong, their eyes were bright like stars, and their messy long hair was tangled together, like a group of savages walking out of Shennongjia.

These figures are no more, no less, a total of eleven.

"Don't get excited! Listen to me!" One of the voices rang out and suppressed all the voices. Judging from his appearance, he was the oldest one among the crowd.

"Have you forgotten what Tianzun left 12 years ago? We need to cultivate ourselves diligently and improve our strength as soon as possible... If I guessed correctly, some serious changes should have occurred in the outside world, and Tianzun had no choice but to extend our exit The time limit, because only in this way can we have the ability to protect ourselves, and then go to Lord Qiye.

After 17 years in the mountain, it is equivalent to more than five years in the outside world. In five years, many things can happen...

Now we don't know what's going on outside, so we can't act rashly, understand? "

Everyone looked at each other and nodded:

"Second brother, what do you say?"

Luan Lie meditated on the spot for a moment, and then said: "In this way, fourth, seventh, eighth, you are carrying the souls of Jingwei, Qingniao and Bi Fang, the most agile, you fly out of these mountains first, to the edge of the city Inquire about the situation with the countryside, and the others stand by on the spot."

"understand!"

Among the crowd, three figures stepped out and turned into three divine birds of different shapes in a flash, galloping away in different directions.

"Second brother, I'm so hungry..." A round fat man squeezed to Luan Lie's side and said pitifully.

"Fifth, bear with it for a while... When we find Lord Qiye or Big Brother Fang Mo, they will definitely treat us to dinner." Luan Lie said seriously.

"Really? Can I get enough?"

"..." The corner of Luan Lie's mouth twitched, "Fifth, when you are full, you may run out of food for the whole summer..."

"OK then."

Luan Lie was about to say something more when he caught a glimpse of the sky from the corner of his eye and froze in place.

"What's the matter with you, brother?"

"Grandma's... Did I stay in the cave for too long and my eyes are blurred?" Luan Lie looked at the starry sky above his head and muttered to himself, "Where's the moon???"