[Yu Huang] Changfeng

Fighting and fighting, sparks burst out.

On the top of Songshan Mountain, the curtain of a bloody and endless battle began.

Ye Xiu suddenly jumped up, throwing a knife with a cold light like a life-threatening talisman, and a slight tremor pierced through the air, accompanied by a low growl suppressed in his throat, kicking off the prelude to this big scene.

After all, this is the boundary of Yinxue Hall. On Songshan Mountain, if it is said to be tightly arranged, it must belong to this place. Not to mention the masters in the hall are like clouds, there is a follow-up, and the arrangement is comprehensive.

"kill."

Ye Xiu didn't even blink his eyes, and there was no wave in his eyes. One word was full of murderous aura, but it aroused everyone's blood in an instant.Like a javelin, he will always stand on the top of the martial arts world, he will not fall against the wind, he will follow his orders, and he will treat all obstacles as nothing.

The bloody smell dispersed, and the first person to respond to Ye Xiu with practical actions was the nearby forest suburb.

"Brother, I never imagined that there will be a day together." Lin Jiao swung Lu Wantang away with a sword, and retreated to Ye Xiu's side.

"Heh." Ye Xiu smiled and gave Lin Jiao a word.

"What are you, sometimes when I look at you, I really want to stab you to death with a sword." Lin Jiao turned his wrist, and the sword light was rustling, but he kept saying, "You can really bear it, but your junior brother and Wenzhou It has already left safely, what else are you looking at?"

"You were infected by Shaotian?" Ye Xiu frowned, feeling incredible.

"You were infected by Huang Shaotian, you, you, you—" Lin Jiao contemplated for a long time, and stabbed the person opposite him right away, "Don't go too far!"

It seems to be back in the past.Lin Jiao let out a sigh of relief, how good it all is, all mistakes can be forgiven, all stubbornness can be understood, all love and hate have an end.

The long sword stabbed out, and the scene became more and more chaotic. The swords flew and blood spattered everywhere, and a corner of the Buddhist gate turned into a hell asura field.

"I'm coming." Wei Chen drew his sword, flicked it lightly, and pulled it out of the dirt.

"You should die too." Wei Chen knelt down, the torch in his left hand flickered and flickered in the twilight that was approaching night, and he threw it suddenly, cutting off the trails as bright as stars.

Changfengcao was burned, the sky and the earth are big, there is no such grass anymore, it was born in a thought, and it was destroyed in a thought, southern border, family and country, love and hate, life and death, Changfengcao is silent, watch it by bit do.

Don't ask Changfeng, how many nights will we meet and see off, how many springs and autumns.

"I'm almost there too." Wei Chen looked up to the sky and smiled, his chest throbbing in pain.

The light of the fire danced, and it couldn't reflect the youth, but it reflected the vastness of the world behind him.Refining Longfengcao with his heart's blood almost exhausted Wei Chen's painstaking effort. The poison was slow and patient, like entangled ambiguity, slowly eating away at what he knew and thought.

Today is the fifteenth, the day of the full moon, a day that should be reunited.

There was very little light from the fire, and Wei Chen sat aside, thinking of many past events.Under the slow poison, he had hallucinations, as if an old man had come over the moon, with green clothes scattered, and clear and stubborn eyes.

"Below Shijing."

"That's a good name, my name is Wei Chen."

It's a pity that I can't go back.Yes or no?Wei Chen gently stretched out his hand towards the illusory figure.

When the fire started, the summer grass and trees would be lush and dry. It didn't take long for the fire to soar into the sky, lighting up the darkness of the night. The back mountain of Shaoshi Mountain was next to the hall of Drinking Snow Hall, and the shouts and killings were as Wei Chen expected. Come from afar.

"I don't want to just die like this." Wei Chen stood up, stretched out his hand and drew his sword, kicking up a cloud of dust, "One can be born without dignity in one's life, but one cannot die impotent."

"dont you agree?"

"Soon." Wei Chen took a step forward and swung his sword, "It won't be too long."

The figure was too fast to be seen clearly, the light of the knife was mixed with the shadow of the sword, and the light of the fire was mixed with blood.In this battle, Wei Chen had one sword and one sword. Although he was injured first, he still had one enemy against a hundred. It was a great regret.

The figure standing alone holding a sword in the firelight and the figure writing under the window many years ago suddenly overlapped. Under the ruthless crushing of time, they were broken and re-grown.The arrogance of being a young man with a strong and sharp sword and the kindness of a doctor who rejuvenates has never been so compatible.

The green mountains and distant waters, the cold moonlight in Gusu.

The moment Wei Chen fell down, he thought of Fang Shijing's favorite copy of "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". On the day he broke up with him, the rain fell on the long street and the lonely bird flew low. Fang Shijing didn't get up to see him off, but looked at him coldly. He lowered his eyebrows and kept his hands on, his words piercing through the back of the paper.On that day, it seemed that that sentence was written.

"A solitary lamp, no relatives, no fists, and an inch of heart that is about to be broken. This hatred is endless!"

Their story finally came to an end.

In the vast world, they are in one place again.This time, there is no separation.

Huang Shaotian had a dream.

He dreamed that he was standing in the air, his body fluttering and not touching the ground, the morning dew on Songshan Mountain was light, the pines were verdant, and there was infinite vitality.He stretched out his hand to pick up a stone and threw it out, the bird was startled, fluttering and dropping a few feathers.

Huang Shaotian walked up the path, he felt a dull pain in his head, he thought about where he came from and where he was going, but he couldn't remember things, and after walking for a long time, he didn't see anyone to ask, he was a little impatient.

The sun rose higher and higher, and he sweated a lot. The sweat was sticky and uncomfortable. He raised his hand to wipe it, and found that his hand was bright red.

It turned out to be blood.

But it doesn't hurt anywhere.

Huang Shaotian couldn't figure it out, so he casually walked towards the top of the mountain, not far away, and saw two people lying on a small slope.The one in the white clothes was almost soaked in blood, propped himself up with his eyes open, and whispered something, but the one leaning on him didn't respond, his fingers twitched a few times nervously, otherwise he thought he was dead.

do you died?

almost.Huang Shaotian stepped forward, trying to persuade the man in white.

The dead are like this, why bother.Be open-minded and open-minded.

He walked forward and heard the man in white talking in a low voice, all of them were trivial things, what did he do, what did he say, trivial things couldn't be more trivial, Huang Shaotian squatted aside, actually listening With relish.

"That day when you asked me if there was someone I liked, I was taken aback. Now that I think about it, it's somewhat absurd. I only regret that I didn't talk about it at the time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell for sure after some more time."

"Do you still remember the black fish you bought from the vegetable market? You threw it in the puddle in the yard and ignored it. Later, you drank a fish soup, and you drank it happily, and you didn't ask where the fish went. gone."

"Speaking of fish, the one on Tianmu Mountain that day was really innocent. Not to mention that you threw it into a mess, and it was roasted and eaten in the end."

"That day in the water, you took a breath and came over, it was like kissing."

"Shaotian, I'm a little tired, wait for me to take a rest, and then continue talking with you."

The man in white coughed softly, but didn't dare to make it loudly, as if suppressed, his face flushed from holding back, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Shaotian, are you calling me?Huang Shaotian raised his head, but the man in white didn't look at him, his eyes were empty, the corners of his eyes were red, he didn't know whether he was crying or he was haggard from exhaustion.

Is it called this person?Huang Shaotian lowered his head to look carefully, the man in black clothes lying on the ground was really similar to himself, this feeling was absurd and funny, like looking in a mirror.

He looked down, not to mention the deep and long knife wound on the man's chest, and the internal injury was also very serious, he was about to die.

Is this me?

Huang Shaotian explored and wanted to touch it, but was pulled back by a force, and retreated a long way.

The sound of footsteps not far away gradually became clear, and there was a person wearing gray clothes, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, his lips were extremely thin, and they were tightly pursed.

Isn't this Ye Xiu?Huang Shaotian smiled, this is my senior brother, my senior brother is a very powerful person.

He looked at it from a distance, feeling happy in his heart, but the next moment, the world was spinning and he lost consciousness.

"Wake up." Ye Xiu bent down and touched Yu Wenzhou.

"I didn't sleep." Yu Wenzhou turned his eyes, his eyes were dull, "Keep your voice down, Shaotian fell asleep."

"Yu Wenzhou, you'd better be sober." Ye Xiu's eyes were piercing, not joking at all, "If you are so fragile, then I don't know who else can save him."

Who else can save him?

Yu Wenzhou closed his eyes. He felt that there was no strength in his whole body. His strength had been exhausted long ago. Every breath brought heart-piercing pain, and the excessive blood loss made him dizzy and almost unable to think.

save him.

The only thing he could think about were these two words.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no more confusion and despair. Yu Wenzhou sat up with support, his gaze was firm and powerful.He bent down and kissed Huang Shaotian's pale side face.

"Shaotian, wake up."

"Do you remember, you said that I am the best doctor in the world, if you persist, I can save you."

"Shaotian, do you believe me?"

Title poem: I am a melancholy guest in the world, from Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha"

※"Lonely lamp, unaccompanied, with empty fists, heart is about to be broken. This hatred is endless!" from Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life"