not bound

The passage of time seemed to slow down, and it seemed like an eternity for a moment.

Xue Zangxue stood on the edge of the scene with his hands down, feeling in a daze that the man had been standing under the tree for many years, and the blood on the sword had turned dead black, while the man on the ground had been dead for many years, his body was cold, Slowly weathered, dust fell to the ground.

The man closed his eyes hard, opened them again, and was about to draw his sword.

"What have you always thought of me?" A very low voice came out.

Xue Zangxue wanted to laugh, why is he still alive, is his life so hard?

It took a long time for the man to speak a word, his voice was as low as insects, but without any emotion.

"What about now?" The voice was still weak.

"Old man." He answered very quickly, almost without thinking.

Xue Zangxue shook his head slightly, as if he was nodding.

I didn't ask him which sentence was true and which was false, I didn't ask him when he started deceiving him to get tired of him, I didn't ask whether all the gentle indulgences in the past were false, I just stood there, leaning on the heavy flower tree, and didn't even look up at him again. glance.

There was a sound of "呲", and blood spattered.

"Young Master Wuyan is dead," the man said loudly to the envoys of light, "No one knows about Guangmingtang. When the people in Lingxi Continent realize it, Guangmingtang must have controlled the whole situation. You guys Just follow me."

The man pulled out the sword, glanced at it with disgust, and threw it on the ground casually.He turned around and helped Xue Zangxue to sit on the ground. For some reason, he even kissed his forehead very tenderly, stood up, turned and left.

"Go back to Xizhou, I really can't stay in this place for a moment." He didn't hesitate at all, just like when he was walking towards Xue Zangxue before, his back was straight and he walked firmly towards his faith.

Encounter and separation, he has always been so decisive, without hesitation, in his life there is only himself, only Guangmingtang, never Xue Zangxue.

Yes, never.

So he didn't look back.

Xue Zangxue sat on the ground, blood flowing down his body into the brown soil and spreading. This time, it was his own blood, the color of which was no different from other people's blood.

In the past, Xue Zangxue just watched the Chonghua petals falling from the tree, and could even clearly predict which one would fall in which form, when it would be knocked down by the rain, and when it would fall into the puddle.

Just like this scene, he has replayed it countless times, had countless conversations, and suffered countless times.

In the future, Xue Zangxue will still revisit every detail from every angle and at every period of time, and look at this story back and forth, numb.

If there is a future.

This is obviously the spring of March when Chonghua flowers bloom, but suddenly, it was a little cold.

Under the tree, Xue Zangxue's eyes became distant and erratic, and his pupils gradually became dilated, so is he about to die?He felt that his soul seemed to be broken into pieces, and then spread out into light dust, gradually separated from the body, and gradually drifted away.

In the distance, Xue Zangxue felt like a spectator, watching other people's stories and bursting into tears.

He remembered the excerpts of "Caiweijianghulu·Xizhou Volume·Huiming Church" he had read from Ning Shanghua, which said that the Guangming Church in Xizhou Dalu secretly set up more than a hundred law enforcement officers to undercover Lingxi Dalu. Consonance.

In the year 1002 of Consonance, the Bright Messenger of Guangming Hall collapsed in order to obtain famous soldiers and sharp weapons. Consonance Wulin fled among the small countries in the Central Plains, wounding countless people.

Consonance In 1003, Guangmingtang used magic to control many countries in the Central Plains. The royal family, people from the rivers and lakes, and ordinary people were all controlled. The crisis of Consonance was unprecedented.

There is also "Caiwei Jianghulu·No Face Chapter", which I dared to read in recent years, is still Lingxi. In 1002, Xizhou Continent quietly launched the Bright Overthrow Plan, trying to overthrow Lingxi Continent within three years.

Young Master Wuyan had no intention of peeking into the secrets. Concubine Shi Yu's water-cutting swordsmanship was just completed. Within half a year, she destroyed the seven branch halls of Guangming Hall in Lingxi in Xizhou Continent, killed sixteen law enforcement officers and countless envoys, and blood flowed in the battle. Chenghe shocked the world.

In August of the same year, Young Master Wuyan fought against ten law enforcement officers and 8 seven envoys from Guangming Hall in Lielu Town, Yanlang Valley, Shiyuan.Afterwards, he was ambushed by General Flying Scythe, the leader of the law enforcers. After the battle, the general led his subordinates to leave, and all the dead and disabled were abandoned in the town of hunting deer.

The son has no face and disappeared.

It turns out that Young Master Wuyan is not missing, but dead.

Xue Zangxue felt his back was very cold, and wanted to rely on something to calm his heart down.

What should we rely on?

Is that tree okay?

After a long time, Xue Zangxue, who was sitting under the Chonghua tree, suddenly moved, slowly took out a small bottle from his sleeve, took out a pill with trembling fingers and ate it, as if exhausting all his strength.

His consciousness was very trance, and sometimes when he woke up, he would find himself lying on a dry river bed with bruises all over his body and burning pain.

Sometimes in the wilderness where there is no one for dozens of miles, I will be woken up by heavy rain.

He didn't know how long he had been in such a state of sobriety, coma and sobriety. He only knew that as long as he woke up, he had to go as far as he could, collapsed from exhaustion, woke up and fell down again.

One time, he felt a pain in his chest, the wound burst open, and he slowly opened the blood-soaked skirt.

It turned out to be a broken wind chime, which was originally hidden at the position closest to the heart, which cut him again.

In a trance, a voice was beside my ears, so gentle that it made people cry.

"Keep this wind chime safe, every time the wind chime rings, it means I'm thinking of you."

Xue Zangxue looked at the sky, his eyes were dry without tears, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Is it sunny today?

The sky is still blue, there are no clouds, no birds, no temperature, and the surroundings are quiet and peaceful, but it always feels like something is missing.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth slightly, without making a sound.

Ah, I see.

wind.

There is no wind.

There will be no more wind.

Xue Zangxue stretched out his sleeves and danced wildly with qi, which was many times more terrifying than before.

The internal power that frightened the Jianghu in the Central Plains reappeared in Wuyun City, West Sea!

The howling raging waves, mixed with howling wind and snow swept in, and the vegetation was full of sadness!

His stern attitude made the entire Wuyun City tremble, not to mention the people near the City Lord's Mansion, almost no one could escape this shock.

The silent world began to crumble.

The sound of the piano hidden behind the illusion mirror was chaotic, and a tooth-piercing scratch sounded in the distance, and then it became calm again.

Xue Suyi was only three feet away from Bai Xuping, who was protecting the bleeding from seven orifices.

The figure of Mozelan appeared from the place where the sound of the piano disappeared, like a big bird.

The anxious face was getting closer.

The time has returned to the present, and the space has returned to Wuyun City.

Xue Zangxue's hair was still hanging in the air, her clothes were floating, and her bright facial features looked a little gorgeous, as if a demon god had entered the world.

"Zangxue." Mo Zelan stopped ten steps away from Xue Zangxue.

Xue Zangxue squinted at Mo Zelan, and in an instant, the ruthless appearance of the gods and Buddhas could be seen.

There was something wrong with this Xue Zangxue, Mo Zelan hesitated to go forward.

What kind of illusion did Xue Zangxue go through to suddenly be so strange?

He suddenly regretted it.

Just now, he got playful, wanted to see Xue Zangxue's deflated appearance, and deliberately let Xue Zangxue enter the second round of sound attack, and then saw him standing stupidly by the side of the street and thought about how to laugh at him afterwards.

He regretted it.

"Just now, you called me again?"

Finally, Xue Zangxue returned to his half-closed eyes, tepid. The chaos just now was like a drama.

"Well, have you entered multiple illusions?"

"Time, how long has it been?" Xue Zangxue did not answer Mo Zelan.

"Time for a cup of tea."

Mo Zelan dragged a burly man like a rag in his hand. Although the big man still kept his appearance, Xue Zangxue knew that the inside of his body must have been burned to ashes like the giant beast in the abyss of the Valley of the Dead.

Xue Zangxue twitched the corners of his mouth lightly, and asked, "Did you kill him?"

Mo Zelan said: "Tonight, I found something wrong with him and followed him out. I didn't want to be nosy, but I saw that you entered the illusion and seemed to be possessed, so I couldn't control my strength."

Shan Liang.

In the case of the Banshee, Boss Quan happened to be under him. Whether it was to persuade Boss Qian to poison him, or to find a few drinkers as sound attack practice objects, it was very convenient.

If there is nothing to do, he runs to his pharmacy, also in order to know whether the secret of the corpse has been discovered as soon as possible.

Xue Zangxue became suspicious as early as the day he bent the scale, and introduced him to Mo Zelan by the way, so that he could keep an eye on him when he went to Zhuquelou to drink every day.

Later, after knowing Mo Zelan's strength, Xue Zangxue thought that Mo Zelan could watch him, so he didn't go to Suzaku Building very often.

Who knows, I overestimated Mo Zelan's nosy mind, he doesn't know how to meddle in everything.

"Is there another person?" Xue Zangxue asked.

"There was an opening when he was playing the piano, and I only had time to catch him. The other one hid too well, and I guess his qinggong was top-notch, so he ran away." Mo Zelan pointed to the outside of the city to express his regret, "It is estimated that the defenders of the city people can't catch him."

Xue Zangxue looked in that direction, and it was pitch black.

Mo Zelan threw down Shan Liang, took out a violin that used to have five strings but now has no strings, shook it triumphantly, and said, "But I got this, so that the luthier can identify himself."

Those who share the same smell are called bosom friends.

Always breaking the strings of others, Mo Zelan is indeed a person who can get along with her happily.

But why his shadow keeps shaking?

Xue Zangxue covered his eyes, and there were double images in front of his eyes, shaking constantly.

A familiar pause came from Dantian, and Xue Zangxue took a step back subconsciously.

"Are you okay?" Mo Zelan dropped Dan Liang, and stretched out her hand to Xue Zangxue urgently.

Xue Zangxue took a step back again, put his five fingers together, spun slightly in the air with a flexible gesture, and hit the back of Mo Zelan's hand with a "slap", as fast as lightning, making Mo Zelan stop immediately, and the distance between the two of them instantly pulled away.

Mo Zelan stared at him blankly, unable to tell.

Xue Zangxue clenched his hands into fists, and then slowly relaxed.

Eventually he slowly closed his eyes and quietly pricked himself.After opening his eyes again, he was that invincible Doctor Xue again.

"Well, it's fine."

Turning his head away from Mo Zelan's concerned eyes, Xue Zangxue walked towards Xue Suyi and Bai Xuping.

"Ghost baby?" he asked, as usual.

Xue Suyi fell to the ground with Bai Xuping in her arms, nodded with tears in her eyes, her lips moved but did not make a sound, as if she had also experienced an unspeakable story.

Xue Zangxue squatted down, put two fingers lightly on his wrist, and put it on Bai Xuping's wrist after confirming that nothing happened.

"Canandan? Did you renew her life?"

The author has something to say:

Mou Chi: Hello, both of you, may I ask if you think you can become friends with each other, do you have anything in common?

Mazelland: We are all beautiful.

Xue Zangxue: We all like to break the strings of the piano.

Luthier Branch of the Musicians Protection Association: Hurry up, write the names of these two people into the blacklist.