I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

In the end, Lu Yinshuang didn't really get a good night's sleep. He intermittently narrated all the events of the past month. He hadn't said so many words for a long time, and even his throat felt dry and sore.

When the sky was dim, Chang Jingyu put away the pen and paper, shook off his sore hands, washed his face and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

Changqu Town is rich in seafood, Lu Yinshuang leaned against the window and waited for someone to come back, Chang Jingyu stood downstairs with a paper bag and looked up, her smile rippling in the morning light.

"Senior has been waiting for a long time. I was in a hurry last time. I didn't bring my senior to try this soup dumpling, fish steak with shrimps, and sea vegetables. The store sent secret shrimp paste." Chang Jingyu put the steamed stuffed bun and porridge on the table. When served on the table, the thin skin of the hot noodles is soft and translucent, revealing the full fillings crystal clear, and the fresh fragrance steams the room with the heat.

Lu Yinshuang had no interest in these things at first, but seeing Chang Jingyu set the chopsticks for him now, he felt that it was not bad. Sitting opposite Chang Jingyu, this table of meals would no longer be like the one he used to stay in Linzhou. Yuan Gong Shi is dispensable, he thought to himself that maybe this is Ai Wu Ji Wu, and was so embarrassed by his sudden idiom that he turned his head away secretly.

When the teeth bit the dough, and the smooth and tender fish meat and rich soup exploded in his mouth, Lu Yinshuang saw Chang Jingyu pressing the tabletop from the corner of his eyes, looking at him intently and contentedly.

"There's a chance next time." Lu Yinshuang gracefully wiped out the entire breakfast table, coughed dryly, "I'll invite you again."

"Well, to be honest, I don't have much savings." Chang Jingyu rubbed his nose a little shyly.

Lu Yinshuang: "..." So realistic.

The two packed up their things and went for a walk by the beach. Chang Jingyu also brought a lot of natural and earthly treasures from the secret realm. Selling them would be a lot of money, even if they didn't have to pay Qingxiao for the crystal card Lingshi Not penniless, he tugged Lu Yinshuang's sleeve thoughtfully and asked, "Can I be your bodyguard?"

Lu Yinshuang answered him coldly like a routine: "At present, there is no such position around me."

Chang Jingyu was a little disappointed, and sighed at the coast that was getting closer.

"Don't worry, Linyuan Palace can afford you." Lu Yinshuang said with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Senior's generosity makes me ashamed." Chang Jingyu became worried, "At least let me get the salary of Linyuan Palace in a fair and honest way."

"Hmph, since you have the backbone, I won't open the back door for you." Lu Yinshuang gave him a sideways look with his hands behind his back.

Chang Jingyu wanted to say something more, but Lu Yinshuang's eyes flashed with a silver light, and he said softly, "Here comes the man."

"Are we going back to Sunken Realm?" Chang Jingyu asked with joy.

Lu Yinshuang was quite satisfied with this reply: "Depending on the situation, even if we go back, we don't have time to spend on falling into the water, so take the teleportation array from Hongmeng Island."

Chang Jingyu nodded. They stood in the thatched pavilion yesterday, and saw a swaying black-covered boat approaching from a distance in the sky. It can fall apart and fall into the water at any time, making people wonder how the boat survived the stormy seas and went back and forth between the two realms.

"This...is that the senior who came here?" Chang Jingyu stared at the gradually enlarged boat in his vision, worried about their personal safety in the future.

"Although the boat is crude, the owner's cultivation is at the Mahayana stage anyway, tsk." Lu Yinshuang said with some disgust, he jumped onto the water, and landed on the boat steadily on a piece of ice formed by sea water.

Chang Jingyu followed after him. He didn't often take a boat, so he swayed, so he sat down quickly to keep his balance, for fear that the boat would capsize if it became unstable.

The boatman had been holding the jug early in the morning and would not let go. Chang Jingyu looked at him quietly. His vicissitudes of face were hidden in the bamboo hat and unkempt hair, only the messy stubble on his chin could be seen.

Lu Yinshuang stomped his feet lightly, made an ice stool for himself and sat down, and used his Yingzhan sword to push away the boatman's hand that was about to drink again, and overturned the flagon on the ground.

"Hey, you were the one who said you didn't need a boat to go back. I didn't refuse the boat just to save you. Don't push yourself further." The boatman shook his sleeves in displeasure, his voice was hoarse and lazy as if he hadn't woken up, and he looked at Chang again. Jingyu silently reached out for the flagon.

"I have something to ask you." Lu Yinshuang froze the jug directly, and said straight to the point, "Where is Murong Yi's body?"

The boatman paused, and Chang Jingyu felt his eyes blur, and the choking smell of alcohol exploded around him. Lu Yinshuang sat motionless in the same place, and the boatman held one side of the bamboo hat, and the other side was placed on Lu Yinshuang's neck .

"Put it down!" Chang Jingyu came back to his senses, and pointed his sword at the boatman's throat with anger in his eyes.

The boatman turned his head, and Chang Jingyu saw his whole appearance clearly. He was about forty years old, with vertical lines accumulated between his brows that could not be loosened, but his eyes were as sharp as knives out of their sheaths drinking blood, and they rushed straight at Chang Jingyu. Jingyu, Chang Jingyu's face turned pale, and he did not back down when he raised his voice.

"Xuan Huang Jian, heh, are you going to accept this boy who has betrayed his relatives as a disciple?" The boatman sneered with interest, put away his bamboo hat and swept away the blade of Xuan Huang Sword, and sat back slowly on the bow, "Dare to hold the sword Pointing at me, I have a bit of guts."

"So it takes guts to threaten you." Lu Yinshuang raised his hand and brushed the skirt of his clothes, "Isn't Xiao Xianggu who broke into my Burning Star City single-handed in the past dead?"

"Then why did you come to me to ask? Xiao Xianggu is dead, I am a boatman, I can only send you back to the sinking realm." The boatman pressed down his bamboo hat and once again shrouded himself in the shadows.

Chang Jingyu was listening to the two people mocking each other as they came and went, but the boatman named Xiao Xianggu was probably well-informed and had already recognized his identity.

"Since you recognize Mr. Chang, I will save you from talking nonsense. Lord Xie sent someone to search for the identity of the soul master. The clue finally pointed to Murong Yi. I suspect that he is cheating death." Lu Yinshuang held the scabbard in his right hand With a slight lift, an ice wall rose from the sea, forcibly stopping Xiao Xianggu's boat.

Xiao Xianggu remained silent for a long time, with flames burning in his palm, he held the jug to evaporate the ice, and the body of the jug knocked against the boards of the boat.

Lu Yinshuang had been prepared for a long time, and stretched out his hand to catch Chang Jingyu's queen leader who was rushing forward, dragged him back, and said quietly: "What's the answer?"

Xiao Xianggu shook the jug, and grinned to reveal his white sharp canine teeth: "Fuck your mother's answer, I plan to murder for money, fall into the water and throw his body! He is really dead, why don't you ask your sword? It’s not scrap metal. You really missed Murong Yi’s life back then. I’m happy to put this coffin in front of your house for you to enshrine. , You can bring the dead back to life with just a touch of your lips, why don't you try to give this good news to your ancestor, and see if there is any smoke from the fake death explosion on his grave."

Lu Yinshuang squeezed Yingzhang, he took a deep breath, the cold fog instantly made the surroundings as cold as deep winter.

Xiao Xianggu swears in a frank manner. Most of the masters in the Mahayana period have a good face and elegance, even when dealing with enemies, he is probably the only one who speaks so eloquently.

Chang Jingyu turned her head to look at Lu Yinshuang with astonishment on her face. Lu Yinshuang stopped swearing, sneered, got up and moved towards Xiao Xianggu on the narrow hull.

"Gujiu hides the knife, Xiao Xianggu, where is your knife?" Lu Yinshuang clenched the scabbard tightly to block the oncoming bamboo hat. He still remembered Xiao Xianggu's big opening and closing moves, and it was definitely not his on the boat. opponent.

"I'm a boatman, and an oar is enough." Xiao Xianggu bumped into Lu Yinshuang with his knee, and twirled the bamboo hat in his hand, forcing Lu Yinshuang to retreat a few steps.

Chang Jingyu couldn't help, so with a thought, the Xuanhuang Sword poured spiritual power into the plank of the boat, and said in a loud voice: "Senior Xiao, please stop, otherwise I don't guarantee that the boat will be able to row until it falls into the water."

Xiao Xianggu just looked distracted, and his arms were tightly bound by ice locks. He watched the sea water bubbling from the sword marks, and shouted angrily: "Boy, you betrayed the Dao Martial Immortal Sect and forgot to take away your conscience!" Well, if you take someone else's boat, just wait and be honest!"

"It seems that this ship is of great significance to Senior Xiao. It must be chopped into firewood and burned, and it can also warm your friend's dead heart." Chang Jingyu smiled politely, and the tip of the sword shattered A piece of wood, "Ah, sorry, senior Xiao's eyes are too scary, junior's hands are shaking."

Lu Yinshuang looked at Chang Jingyu who was smiling, and glanced at Xiao Xianggu who was trying to break the ice lock. He suddenly felt that his conversation was too self-restraining. Letting these yin and yang two people out would really bring down both of them. overall quality of the environment.

"Stop it, you and I are arguing meaninglessly. I'm here for business. You are loyal to Murong Yi, but you are also from the sinking realm. You shouldn't be indifferent when the sinking realm is in danger." Lu Yinshuang snapped his fingers Loosen Bingsuo and calmly persuaded, "Tell me where Murong Yi is buried. If Linyuan Palace's information is wrong, I owe you a favor."

Xiao Xianggu crossed Lu Yinshuang and gave him a hard look, Chang Jingyu apologized sincerely, and ran to Lu Yinshuang's side by the side of the boat.

"Your favors are useless." Xiao Xianggu squatted by the hole in the ship plank to get spare materials for repairs, "I hope they are alive more than anyone else."

He took a hammer and knocked a nail on the wooden board. After a moment of silence, he said: "But after so many years, none of the guests that should have come to my boat have come."

Lu Yinshuang frowned and asked in doubt, "They?"

"Wen Tianqing is also dead, you don't know." Xiao Xianggu casually threw a few clusters of flames to evaporate the seawater in the boat, sat down on the spot and took a sip from the jug, "He betrayed Murong Yi, he would rather bear the eternal infamy , but he couldn’t even take a look at the sinking realm where there is no more war and turmoil.”

"I have searched for his whereabouts, but there is no result." Lu Yinshuang's face was a little ugly.

"Of course you can't find it. Murong Yi still has a corpse anyway, and Wen Tianqing has nothing left." Xiao Xiang's voice became low and he pointed in a distant direction, "I saw him fall into the water with his own eyes. , He didn’t even show his face when he died, I thought he had retired and he was free, I didn’t even react to save him..."

Chang Jingyu listened silently, it seemed that Wen Tianqing was one of the two friends of Murong Yi that Lu Yinshuang had mentioned before, it was not easy for him to intervene, but Lu Yinshuang seemed to realize that he knew nothing, so he spoke softly stand up.

At that time, Linyuan Palace had just won the victory, Murong Yi was executed, and the owner of Jixing Pavilion was changed, but both sides still suffered heavy casualties.

Venerable Lord Lu Yinshuang led the coalition army to ambush in the Fenxing Valley, and waited for work with the least loss. However, Emperor Zun sacrificed [-] vanguards to lure the enemy, and only then did he lure Murong Yi's coalition army to chase into the Fenxing Valley, allowing Lu Yinshuang to wipe out the enemy army in one fell swoop.

At first, everyone thought that it was only because of Emperor Zun's misjudgment that he led the army to retreat steadily and fled to Burning Star City. Emperor Yuangong colluded and betrayed his companions by begging for glory against his master. The plan of sacrificing one hundred thousand pioneers was to sacrifice Wen Tianqing to Emperor Zun, in order to trap Murong Yi to death in Burning Star Valley and wipe out all the coalition forces in Jixing Pavilion.

Wen Tianqing was sitting on the Chaolu Cliff, still smiling calmly in the cold wind, like an indisputable literati, plucking the strings of the qin quite leisurely, the sound of the qin is ethereal and intermittent.

"Your piano sound is messed up, it's better not to play it." Lu Yinshuang stepped on the cliff, unable to see the expression under the hideous mask, but her voice was as indifferent as ever.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the strings under Wen Tianqing's finger broke, and it was drawn on his snow-white fingertips, blood seeped out little by little.

"It seems that it is not a good omen." Wen Tianqing sighed, put away the piano and stood up.

Lu Yinshuang threw a handkerchief over, Wen Tianqing took it, then teased with a light smile: "Does the lord also care about others? I'm really flattered, but it's a pity that there is more than this drop of blood on my hand, it can't be wiped off. "

Lu Yinshuang had no choice but to remain silent. He was not familiar with Wen Tianqing, and he was the last to know about Wen Tianqing's cooperation with Emperor Zun. Besides, he didn't know any words of comfort.

"Where are you going?" Lu Yinshuang thought for a while and asked simply.

"Where else can I go? I have nowhere to go." Wen Tianqing looked up at the gray sky on Chaolu Cliff. There was no snow, but the sun was still invisible.

"With your strength, even if you are criticized by others, who can touch you." Lu Yinshuang couldn't understand Wen Tianqing's thoughts. He didn't regard human life as trivial, but he would never hurt the spring and the autumn because of sacrificing anyone. .

Wen Tianqing shook her head, looking at Lu Yinshuang with some envy and heavy hope.

"If you are willing to stay in Linyuan Palace, I will make those who have opinions shut up." Lu Yinshuang couldn't help persuading again.

"Will Emperor Zun agree?" Wen Tianqing looked at him.

"I will let him agree." Lu Yinshuang said firmly.

"My lord, I appreciate the kindness, but I have already made a decision." Wen Tianqing showed some fleeting compassion, and then laughed easily, "Murong Yi is dead, the pavilion master has changed, and Linyuan Palace is to calm the sinking. At the dawn of war and chaos in the world, people will not hate Emperor Zun, but people will hate me, and until I am there, there is no need to hate others."

Lu Yinshuang hesitated to speak, Wen Tianqing bowed to him upright, and said goodbye: "Thank you, Lord, for taking care of me during this time, I should be leaving, there is no need to see you off."

"In that case, let's get acquainted. When you settle down, I will congratulate you on your housewarming." Unable to stop him, Lu Yinshuang snorted, and walked down the mountain slowly with Ren Wentianqing behind his back.

After Xiao Xianggu drank a jug of wine, he was not half drunk, as if what he drank was vinegar, which made him feel sore.

Lu Yinshuang sat on the bow and dusted off the hem of his clothes: "He sincerely hopes that the sinking realm will no longer be filled with blood and smoke. He is more unwilling to be stained with blood than anyone else. He should retire as soon as possible instead of drifting in the battlefield."

"I don't understand him, and I don't understand Murong Yi. I only care about friends, but they don't care about friends." Xiao Xianggu sighed and shook his head, "Murong Yi wants to rule the sinking state, and I am willing to help him. I don't like to kill people, so I will do it for him, and in the end we are still defeated, and everyone has nothing."

"If Murong Yi was still alive, would you still stand with him?" Lu Yinshuang asked.

Xiao Xianggu was a little dazed, and poured wine into the flagon decadently: "You asked this question, for example, if the former emperor of Linyuan Palace came back to life, will you return the emperor's position?"

Lu Yinshuang: "..." Don't make things difficult for the first emperor.

Lu Yinshuang rubbed the center of his brows with a headache: "It's ridiculous, these are two different things, how can they be compared."

"I don't know. Even if Murong Yi is really alive, why doesn't he come to me? If he wants revenge, I will think about it when Wen Tianqing is alive. I will hesitate in the next ten years. Now even I don't know where to go. " Xiao Xianggu glanced at Lu Yinshuang, "I will lead you to dig the grave, if Murong Yi is still dead, I will kill you."

"You don't have that ability." Lu Yinshuang said lightly.

"Then you kill me, remember to bury me next to me, I'm going down to find them to drink." Xiao Xianggu laughed indifferently, then reported the name of the mountain, and turned to Hongmeng Island according to Lu Yinshuang's request.

The three of them fell into a suffocating silence, Xiao Xianggu leaned against the canopy of the boat, and couldn't help but babble: "If Wen Tianqing saved Murong Yi and I, but you, Lu Yinshuang, maybe the Lord of Linyuan Palace There is no place to thank the bridge."

"Xie Qiao has both civil and military skills and cannot be arranged by you. The title of honored master is well deserved." Lu Yinshuang warned him coolly, "Besides, I can't fall into your situation."

Xiao Xianggu rolled his eyes, he vaguely recalled the scene when he first heard about Tianqing, he and Murong Yi had only known each other not long ago, they were both hunted and killed at the end of the world, Murong Yi was injured a little more than him, The penetrating wound on the side of the abdomen dyed half of the clothes red, but he still endured the pain with pride and asked Wen Tianqing's identity and why he rescued them.

Wen Tianqing is the music master of Mt. Yu, his qin rests on his lap, his head is slightly lowered, his fingertips are drawn from Yueshan to the dragon's gums, the strings are ringing, like the nectar of Yaotai sprinkled all over the world, lingering around the beams, a piece of Snow-like petals fluttered down and fell into the teacup on the low table.

Murong Yi frowned, his gaze was like a torch, he raised his sword and pointed at it sideways, the music of the zither washed his wounds away from burning pain, exhaustion could no longer be ignored, he even felt that it would be okay to fall in this early spring apricot blossom grove.

"You two are seriously injured and have traveled thousands of miles. Let's take a break." Wen Tianqing persuaded softly, his voice was as gentle as the sun, making people drowsy.

Xiao Xianggu, who was sitting behind Murong Yi, leaned on the knife and was about to fall asleep. Murong Yi frowned, and suddenly pressed hard on his wound, and raised his spirits and asked in a cold voice: "Raise your head, report your name." No, I owe no favors."

"Wearing Tianqing in Xiamao Mountain, it's just a little effort, I don't intend to ask for favors from the two of you." Wen Tianqing reluctantly stopped the sound of the piano and slowly got up, raised his sleeves to block the flowers and branches above his head, and the mottled and fine spots of light fell on his white skin On his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at Murong Yi who was vigilant like a hedgehog in the breeze and flying flowers, and then walked forward.

Murong Yi was stunned for a moment, an absurd thought popped up in his mind, he felt that this snow-white man was just like the tree spirit with apricot blossoms next to him, clean and unstained.

Xiao Xianggu also regained his energy. Scared by Murong Yi, he saw the back of Murong Yi's blood-stained hand behind his back, five fingers clenched tightly, trembling with pain, the surface was still as stable as Mount Tai, and his voice was very sharp.

Why bother.Xiao Xianggu yawned, since he rescued them, he should just treat them as a good person, grinning his teeth, took out the wine pot and took a sip, then fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Xiao Xianggu slept for three days, so that when he woke up, he was so surprised that Wen Tianqing said that he wanted to help Murong Yi usurp the throne for a long time. He pulled Murong Yi aside and asked his brother, why don't you force someone into prostitution? .

Murong Yi had his own hills and valleys in his chest, and confidently returned and introduced Wen Tianqing.

"This is the son of the master of the Mishan Mountain. The master of the Mishan Mountain has agreed to cooperate with me before. The ghost master is not a threat. The position of the pavilion master depends on the efforts of the two of you. Naturally, I will not treat you badly when everything is done."

"Oh, what's the name of Young Master Wen? Forget it, my bones are stiff after lying down for three days, to celebrate the addition of another accomplice, let's go to the bar." Xiao Xianggu got up heartlessly, and put his hand on Murong Yi He pulled Wen Tianqing over again, and dragged the two of them out with an embarrassing smile that he was obviously not used to, "Brother Wen, at first glance, is a man of wisdom and courage. I have to sleep, hahaha..."

The black-covered boat floats in the boundless sea, as if there is only one small boat left in the world, lonely and helpless.

"The history of Sunken Realm seems very complicated." Chang Jingyu broke the silence and sighed to Lu Yinshuang in a low voice.

"It's not the same in the realm of comprehension. You can't solve the situation in southern Xinjiang." Lu Yinshuang wiped the scabbard with a handkerchief and replied casually.

Chang Jingyu was right when he thought about it. He held his chest and took a few breaths, then leaned closer to Lu Yinshuang, put his arms on Lu Yinshuang's legs, lowered his head and lay down on the ground, and said in a muffled voice: "I want to vomit. .”

Lu Yinshuang: "..." Why didn't I see you get seasick on the Cang Zhuyun boat?

Chang Jingyu nestled pitifully at the bow of the boat with Lu Yinshuang, the stool was a little high, so he simply moved the stool and knelt on the deck, and grabbed Lu Yinshuang's leg, as if he had guessed what he was slandering: " Yunzhou is very stable with the escort of the formation, and now I feel dizzy and uncomfortable."

"Simple." Lu Yinshuang pointed at the surface of the sea, "If you want to spit it out, don't stain my clothes. Do I need to lend you a rope for the boat to drag you around?"

Chang Jingyu: "...No need, I'll just lie down for a while."

Xiao Xianggu was stuck in the memory, his eyes caught Lu Yinshuang's unforgiving mouth from under the bamboo hat, but he didn't intend to throw him into the sea to freeze him at all.

He lamented how fast people became, and knocked down the hull viciously, and the black-covered boat shook violently on the calm sea.

Before Chang Jingyu could stand up, his head hit Lu Yinshuang's lower abdomen, and he was stunned by the hard Xuanjia. His right hand subconsciously clasped Lu Yinshuang's leg to keep his balance, and turned his head to glare at Xiao Xianggu.

Lu Yinshuang took a deep breath and pinched him.

Xiao Xianggu stopped the boat, put the bamboo hat on his face and pretended nothing happened.

"Let go." Lu Yinshuang tapped Chang Jingyu's wrist with the hilt of his sword and whispered.

Chang Jingyu reacted and quickly raised his hand, flattering the piece of wrinkled clothing, and suddenly remembered that he was impulsive and frivolous last time in Yancui Mountain, so he pretended to be natural to Lu Yinshuang. Rubbing the inner thighs, the muscles under his fingers tensed up immediately.

Before Chang Jingyu could blush, he was kicked by Lu Yinshuang. The edge of the Xuanjia combat boots was solidly inlaid with silver glittering metal. Chang Jingyu sat back obediently covering his calf, knowing it without looking. It must have been green.

Xiao Xianggu turned over to cover himself in the boat tent, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't flirt on my boat."

He thought that these words would hurt Lu Yinshuang to some extent, and make him become angry to defend his reputation, but Lu Yinshuang didn't respond, but just straightened the hem of his clothes again.

Chang Jingyu pursed his lips and secretly looked at Lu Yinshuang with regret. He was afraid that Lu Yinshuang would not want to reveal his relationship with him in front of others, and that Lu Yinshuang was worried that he would affect the prestige of the Emperor of Linyuan Palace.

Xiao Xianggu felt something was wrong, and suddenly sat up and said in horror: "No, seriously? This kid? Are you sick?"

Chang Jingyu lowered his head, and then felt Lu Yinshuang pat him on the back, as if making him straighten up.

"When I announce the news, remember to accept the contribution gift." Lu Yinshuang said in a flat tone, rubbing his thumb repeatedly on the hilt of the sword, and staring at the sea with his eyes under the mask, trying to calm down the slightly faster heartbeat when he said this sentence.

He tried to let nature take its course and didn't try to cover up their relationship deliberately. It didn't feel bad, and the emperor of Linyuan Palace should also have some private space.

Chang Jingyu looked at him in surprise, then frowned and snorted at Xiao Xianggu: "Your junior doesn't even have a wreck like yours. In your opinion, I'm afraid you're not worthy of God. Unfortunately, your eyesight is not very good."

"Tch, Lu Yinshuang, you can't escape the seven emotions and six desires."

Xiao Xianggu was half lamenting and half mocking, he thought of Murong Yi and Wen Tianqing, Murong Yi was full of heart to stand at the pinnacle of power, Wen Tianqing was like a saint who passed through the world, only he was full of enthusiasm and tried to grab these two friends Well, if the two of them could have selfishness and look back at him as a fool, this complicated friendship would not be so desolate due to wishful thinking.

When he first discovered that Wen Tianqing did not desire to be superior to all living beings, the Jixing Pavilion and the surrounding sects had been integrated by Murong Yi, and Murong Yi became more and more like a proud leader. When meditating on the main seat of the main hall, the brows are cold and determined.

Xiao Xianggu's kneeling on one knee was more like squatting. Wen Tianqing's standard of salute was not sloppy. Xiao Xianggu was not so sharp. He often forgot to change his words in private. He called Murong Yi in a mess. He choked back and added the word Pavilion Master, Wen Tianqing called him Pavilion Master in an unruly manner, and even Xiao Xianggu asked them to drink and eat, he had to wait for Murong Yi to sit down before sitting down.

Xiao Xianggu pushed open the door of the He Mansion, and the heavy smell of blood came over his face amidst the fine snow. Murong Yi sent people to destroy the He family who refused to surrender. At the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly asked: "Brother, do you still consider Murong Yi as a friend?"

Wen Tianqing was taken aback: "Why do you ask that?"

"I always feel that you are too serious, even I can't drink." Xiao Xianggu scratched his head with a knife in his hand, "Although you are the young master of Mianshan, aren't we all from our own people, and your father didn't call you It means to go back."

Wen Tianqing didn't return to him right away, corpses were piled up in disorder in the yard, a plum tree was cut off at the root, and fell into the silver wrap, not far away was a maidservant who was dying, she was lying frozen in the snow with a pale expression on her face Turned blue, still retaining the panic and bewilderment of death, a plum blossom was inserted in the high bun, and with some tricks, none of the petals fell off.

He stretched out his hand to close the maidservant's eyes, sat down against the plum tree and took out the piano. Xiao Xianggu found what Murong Yi wanted. When he came out of the main hall, Wen Tianqing was still sitting there playing an unknown song. , Desolate and ancient tune.

Xiao Xianggu felt a little blocked suddenly, Wen Tianqing raised his head, Xiao Xianggu was afraid of looking at him in embarrassment, he said haha: "I know you like flowers, isn't it just plum trees, Murong Yi gave an order, Changing this place into Plum Garden also..."

He couldn't continue, Wen Tianqing's voice floated in the snow, as if it would melt and disappear at any time.

"Do you still remember the day when you woke up from a serious injury and dragged me to drink?" Wen Tianqing said softly, "Of course the pavilion master and I are friends, but... we can't go back."

Xiao Xianggu didn't remember how he answered the words at the end, but since then he insisted on rushing forward for the tasks assigned by Murong Yi, as if he could maintain this superficial friendship by preventing Wen Tianqing from killing people. Comfort yourself, when Murong Yi realizes his ideal, all this will end.

He just simply doesn't want to lose his friend, God won't be so heartless.

The days and nights at sea seemed to be extremely long. Chang Jingyu curled up next to Lu Yinshuang and fell asleep. Lu Yinshuang put a cloak on him. The water waves swept across the ship, and the coast of Hongmeng Island was very close.

"Let's go, we don't need to stop the boat." Xiao Xianggu greeted, the night faded from the sea, and the morning sun jumped out of the clouds along the sky.

Lu Yinshuang touched Chang Jingyu's arm with the scabbard and called him up. In the distance was the bustling wharf of Hongmeng Island, where merchant ships and cloud boats could berth, and private boats could be parked there, but Xiao Xianggu The boat never leaves the body, the wine jug knocks on the board of the boat to turn it into a small pendant and put it in the Qiankun bag.

It was Chang Jingyu's first visit to Hongmeng Island. After removing the passing pedestrians and neat cargo boxes, there were many large and small suspended islands floating above the city like stars. The teleportation array they were going to was in the center of the city. The dazzling rainbow light rushed straight to Xiaohan, and it could be clearly seen hundreds of miles away.

Lu Yinshuang crossed the sea with his sword and landed on the ground. The cultivator who maintained order on the pier stood at the end of the plank road to check the identity of the traveler. He took out the Linyuan Token and shook it, and the token dropped a silver word "Shuang" in midair.

The cultivator gasped, and couldn't help looking at Lu Yinshuang from head to toe, and quickly stretched out his hand to signal that Lu Yinshuang could take someone there.

"The other end of the teleportation formation is Lucheng. Let's start as soon as possible, and we should be able to reach Bailin Mountain before tomorrow." Lu Yinshuang said to Chang Jingyu, calculating the time.

Chang Jingyu heard a low growl of surprise faintly from behind, why did I see the legendary emperor of Linyuan Palace!He also said thank you to me, am I dreaming or something, he turned his head, only to see the cultivator poking at the jade slip and calling for people to prove that he is still awake.

"Well, senior can arrange it." Chang Jingyu stood a few steps closer and grabbed Lu Yinshuang's cuff, "Is it okay for you to reveal your identity like this?"

"The relationship between Sunken Realm and Hongmeng Island is not bad. If there is no Linyuan Order, he can say that you can't enter the city." Lu Yinshuang laughed jokingly, "You are a casual cultivator now, and the pass order of the Cultivation Realm will have to be reissued." .”

Chang Jingyu didn't care much: "Then I'll just follow Senior."

Lu Yinshuang was helpless, Xiao Xianggu coughed after the two of them, lowered his hat and walked forward, dodged and stepped straight to the teleportation formation.

The feeling of being torn apart in the formation is not good. Unless there is an urgent matter, cultivators usually would not choose this way of travel. A group of three traveled from Lucheng to Bailin Mountain in the starry night, and finally arrived at the next morning. Came to the tombstone that Xiao Xianggu set up for Murong Yi.

Under the cliff of Bailin Mountain is the distant sea, and if it is further away, it will enter the range of falling water. Xiao Xianggu poured the wine in the pot to fertilize the land, glanced at Lu Yinshuang, stomped the ground, and the lonely tomb burst open A gap was opened, and the soil parted to the sides, exposing the coffin.

"Remember your promise." Xiao Xianggu raised his hand, and finally said something to Lu Yinshuang, the sharp knife flashed away, splitting the coffin lid.

Chang Jingyu's eyes widened, Lu Yinshuang pushed off his mask, and said coldly, "It really is."

The tomb was empty.

Xiao Xianggu stared at the empty coffin in a daze, and remembered the day he took away Murong Yi's body, the ground of Fenxing Valley was covered with blood-colored ice crystals, like the sea of ​​flowers in Huangquan Hell, but it was shining brilliantly under the scorching sun. .

On the battlefield, it is life and death, and Murong Yi's skills are not as good as others, so he has nothing to hate. When Wen Tianqing stood behind Lu Yinshuang, he knew that ending the war was Wen Tianqing's long-cherished wish, so he had nothing to hate.

Murong Yi and Wen Tianqing are far apart, and he is in the middle, so they can't stop.

Xiao Xianggu only thought about it when he was digging the soil on the coffin. He didn't hate it. He had long thought that if they continued on this road, it would be like being aimed at by an arrow with a clear track, and being strangled by a hand slowly reaching out. , Sooner or later, life and death will be ushered in, and those who comfort him are self-deceiving, he is just disappointed, discouraged, depressed, sad... these words can't describe it.

He decided to buy the boat that Wen Tianqing liked, lying on the endless falling water, besides the wine, there were sporadic memories of the past.

Murong Yi stood on the high cliff by the sea with his hands behind his back, and suddenly asked: "Heavenly love, when I have the sinking state in my pocket, I will cross the falling water, how about a visit to the cultivation state?"

Wen Tianqing was distressed that his qin was affected by the damp sea wind. He glanced at the sea, pointed to the fishermen's boat tied to the tree and said: "I want to go by boat. If there is a day, we don't have to draw our swords easily. gone."

Murong Yi laughed that he was a music cultivator and had no sword to draw, Wen Tianqing sat down with a smile on his face, Xiao Xianggu was drunk and only remembered the boat, but he didn't see the sadness hidden in Wen Tianqing's eyes.

Day after day, he punted a boat on the falling water and carried people, and he couldn't let go of the ridiculous agreement back then. Even if Wen Tianqing's soul consciousness was gone, Murong Yi would turn into loess, and no one would ever come to the shore with a sword and a piano , smiled and said to him, "Let's go to the Realm of Cultivation."

The author has something to say: digging graves*3

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