Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

"That's how it happened," An Qiming finished his narration, "Master Zhengqiu and I split up, and he went to the direction of the pier first."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately looked at Lu Dongqing, whose face was flushed from suffocation, as if he wished to grow a pair of wings and fly to the person he missed immediately.

This person's thoughts are too obvious, not only him, but even Ren Lan can see it, and said: "Dongqing, let's catch up quickly."

"You two must be careful." Enduring the severe pain in his chest, he propped up his body with his arms and watched the two of them back all the way.

He tried his best to raise his voice, but his voice was still as thin as a gossamer, blown to pieces by the cold evening wind.

The young and strong guard team also followed Ren Lan, and the figures of the people disappeared at the end of the cable bridge, gradually engulfed by the dark and deep night.

Only he was left where he was, with the elderly and children of the Yushan tribe.

The old people all had worried looks on their faces. The collapse of the idol was really not a good sign for them.

The young children looked around and called their relatives' names from time to time. Although they were still ignorant of the situation, they also instinctively felt anxious, and there was no smile on their normally carefree faces.

The sky above the head gradually turned blue, the stars climbed to the middle of the sky, and the star field spread to the end of the horizon, gathering the land of China in the starlight.

Under the vast sky, the altar is but a speck.

In the center of the altar, the fallen stone statue slowly sank into the twilight, and the noble Nine Heavens Xuannv fell powerlessly to the ground, her figure no longer as awe-inspiring as usual.On the contrary, he looked extremely thin and haggard.

Her appearance seemed to indicate the fate of the Hayama clan.Nine years of blessings have finally been exhausted; nine years of stability have finally come to an end.

An Qiming sat on the altar, raised his head, and bit his lips involuntarily.Only a small part of his pain came from the wound, and more came from the unwillingness in his heart.

His people were in danger, and there was nothing he could do but stand by and watch.He has always been a person who goes with the flow, but in this situation, he still can't help but resent his own incompetence, and frustration pours into his throat, making his throat hot, his chest swollen, and his eye sockets also dull pain.

Troubled times make people grow old, and his boyhood is finally over at this moment.

He finally became a man, a man who would regret and cry because of his failure.

He kept his head up, but he couldn't stop the tears gushing from his eyes. The hot tears dripped down his cheeks and sprinkled on the cold rock.

A child named A Bao appeared out of nowhere, surrounded him, put a pair of small hands on his shoulders: "Brother Qiming, what's wrong with you? Does it hurt?"

An Qiming glanced at him and replied, "Yes, it hurt so much that I cried."

Ah Bao grinned: "You still cry at such an old age, Brother Qiming, you are really worthless."

An Qiming didn't pinch his cheeks or scratch his armpits as usual, but just shook his head and sighed: "Oh, brother Qiming is really worthless, from now on you have to learn martial arts from sister Lan, don't become like me Same."

"Of course I understand." Ah Bao nodded, then quickly shook his head again, "But Sister Lan is too fierce, actually... Actually, I prefer Brother Qiming, who is worthless."

"Stupid boy, talk all stupid things." An Qiming complained, but gently took the child to his side, rubbing his hair with pale palms.

His crying voice at the end was drowned out by the sound of distant waterfalls.Starlight sprinkled into his eyes, and in the pure golden light, he seemed to see the soul of the deceased who was taken away by Ding Guojun nine years ago.

But he knew that this was just his wishful thinking.

Among the dead were his parents, his teacher, and his friends... Even if those people had souls, they might have lost their homes and are still wandering in the fields outside the imperial city.

He wiped away the hot tears on his cheeks, and said the wish in his heart for the last time——

If the gods are still watching this land, can the tragedy be delayed for a moment.

The Yushan people have really lost too much.

The raging waves of the Ganyi River are like the roar of wheels rolling over the earth.

The water flow is soft, but the wheels are hard. The water flow and the wheels are originally two things that have nothing to do with each other.

Only in Yushan, the cliffs are steep and scattered like a ghostly axe, and the newly gushed spiritual spring water rolls down the cliffs, and the water gallops with a sound, and the momentum is as fast as a wheel.

Travelers from outside must never have imagined that there is such a river hidden among the mountains.

It is this river that separates Lingquan Valley from the outside world.The waves on the river were turbulent, the white mist filled the air, the dense water vapor obstructed the vision, and the night was getting darker, making it impossible for people on the river bank to see the opposite scenery clearly.

Nine years ago, there was a high-rise cable bridge on this river that was not afraid of wind and waves. Today, the bridge has long since disappeared, and the bridge head piles that were cut off by sharp axes have gradually weathered, and the old wood has become food for ants. , was eaten away to nothing.

If it weren't for the pier protruding from the bank to the river, Lingquan Valley would have been turned into an isolated island.The small boat on the pier is the only remaining means of crossing the river.

But at this moment, even the only exit was swallowed by the flood.

No one knows exactly how the upstream hidden dam collapsed.The sudden flood was more violent than ever before, and the violent torrential water rolled up mud and rocks and washed away the pier on the river.

The wood crumbled in all directions, and was quickly swept away by the turbid current, leaving only a single wooden stake stuck in the water, swaying with the water.

The boat tied to the wooden stakes was shaking in the waves, and the plank of the boat was violently bumped, as if it would capsize in the next moment.

There were three people standing on the river bank not far away.

The three of them were masters, apprentices and sisters who got along day and night, but at this moment they confronted each other and glared at each other.

Yue Baiyu hid behind Feng Tingjian.

Feng Tingjian faced Ren Lan.

With her back facing the turbulent river, Ren Lan stopped in front of the two and asked, "Master, what are you planning to do when you come to the pier at this time?"

Feng Ting insisted: "I'm here to check the safety of the pier."

"Really," Ren Lan stared at him firmly, "but why did you bring Baiyu?"

"It's Baiyu who wants to lead me the way."

"Is it just to guide the way? What is in the box in the canopy?"

Feng Tingjian pursed his lips, but did not answer.

Ren Lan's shoulders were trembling, she clenched her fists tightly, but she still couldn't hide the trembling, like an abandoned child, she lost her composure in the anger and despair, and hissed, "Master, what did you say— —”

Feng Tingjian closed his eyes and let out a long and light sigh.

"Alan, you used to be very obedient, why did you suddenly contradict Master?"

He opened his eyes again, and squinted at his apprentice, as if he was condemning a child who would behave recklessly and would not listen to persuasion.

Ren Lan has practiced martial arts with Feng Tingjian for many years, and has always paid great respect to her master, regarded her words as a standard, never disobeyed her master's order, and was never tortured by her master with such harsh eyes.

Her heart was chaotic and anxious, but her feet did not move half a step.

She forced herself to meet her master's gaze, and said word by word: "Just like what you taught me, I contradict you to protect my people."

Feng Tingjian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's a pity, I didn't intend to say goodbye to you as a teacher."

"Farewell?" Ren Lan's voice was almost crying, "Where are you taking Bai Yu?"

The girl whose name was mentioned suddenly raised her head, and sprang out from Feng Tingjian's back without warning. The short blade in her hand was like a feathered arrow piercing the wind, aiming at Ren Lan's throat.

Her knife was stopped halfway.

Two people stopped her, Lu Dongqing and Lu Zhengqiu.

They shot from the left and right directions respectively, but the rhythm was uniform.

After going through hardships, they finally returned to each other, but they didn't even care about each other, and immediately threw themselves into the next death fight.

But their sharp swords are worth a thousand words, and they express the joy of reunion with a tacit understanding of one heart.

The combination of the two swords perfectly blocked Yue Baiyu's path.

The master and apprentice used their flesh as a shield to firmly protect Ren Lan behind them.