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Yijing: I'm probably the most unlucky protagonist.

"Can't you escape?" Nangong Yuqi asked with the last sliver of hope, and he slowly closed his eyes, with the heavy feeling that he would fall into a dream every night just by opening his eyes.

"The rest of the tribe can only take off the arm-thick iron chains on the day of Panlai's death... They will be more tolerant of ghosts, but we can escape, what about the others? I just stepped out of my room and saw Seeing my Junqing die in front of me," Wang Xi's expression was almost crazy, two lines of tears slipped down quietly, even his voice was choked with sobs, "I..."

Cheng Jing got up immediately, hugged him in his arms, patted his back lightly, and heard him continue to babble: "Si Fu Luo told me, my name is Qiu Xi, don't forget these hatreds, they call I am the fourth ghost they saw... I don't know if I will suffer day and night like Qiyue's [-]-year-old age, but when we know that someone has noticed the strangeness of this Huangquan forest, only Suffocation that would be worse than death... We will be snatched from their hands, into the hands of others, and continue to live like this..."

Wang Xi opened his mouth, but couldn't cry out, his scarlet demon eyes were still fighting a trapped beast, trying to hide his past weakness.

A fire burns down the forest of Huangquan, and also burns up the resistance, and finds the final liberation, or despair, in the ashes of all things.

"Sifu Luo knew that only he died, and the two ghosts didn't care anymore, and they could escape from the Huangquan Forest while the fire was in chaos. I knew that they were of the same sex as me, but I didn't know their names. They told me that in the future It's called Wangxi, don't think of the Yellow Spring Forest, forget your relatives and enemies, live with Qiyue, even if you will die in [-] years, don't use other people's blood to wash away my century-old sins."

Cheng Jing had seen the horrors of the Yellow Springs Forest, all relatives and enemies turned into dry bones, and the iron chains that imprisoned him were only lightly stained with dust and remained motionless. He said to Wang Xi: "Forget it, forget it... together with us Let's go back to Huacheng together, far away from the Yellow Spring Forest, we will take good care of you."

"I won't go back!" Wang Xi suddenly pushed Cheng Jing away, grabbed Yi Jing's ring-shoudao knife, laid it across his chest, and said, "I know that ghosts will inevitably be imprisoned for life. I only have ten years to live. You let me go." Leave me alone! I can go to a place where no one is seen, and spend ten years alone, and I will not hurt anyone!"

"I will not imprison you, and I will not allow anyone to imprison you." Cheng Jing firmly promised, "I and the rest of the tribe will find a way to suppress your ghost power, and live the life that ordinary people should have." Cheng Jing Reaching out slowly, he took down Wang Xi's first ring knife, "If you want, you can call me father, you also have a father, a grandmother, and two younger sisters."

"But what am I without the power of this ghost? I only learned how to kill!"

"You can be the young master of the Si Fuluo family! I will teach you to read and write, teach you to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and teach you to be sensible." Cheng Jing looked at him sympathetically.

"Brother..." Chang Ming looked at Nangong Yuqi who was standing by the window with his back to everyone.

"Suppressing the power of demons and ghosts will no longer have that kind of talent. I have my own way, but it will always be that way."

Cheng Jing finally had a happy face, and hurriedly thanked Nangong.

"But demons and ghosts are the instinct of the two of them, especially Yijing who was lucky enough to survive..." He glanced at Changming and Yijing worriedly, "From now on, don't be overjoyed and sad, and don't endanger your life. passed away..."

"I agree on behalf of Yijing." Cheng Jing replied without thinking, and turned his head to look at Yijing again, his eyes were slightly apologetic.

Nangong Yuqi is helping Wang Xi, his eyes have returned to the dark Yijing, and Changming and Chengjing are waiting outside the house.

"Big brother..."

"I know..." Cheng Jing interrupted him, "You are the commander of Ningwu's army, so you shouldn't just resign and leave, but what do you ask your elder brother to do..."

Chengjing's words made Yijing's heart ache.

"Marching and fighting, fighting for power and gain, how can we avoid great joy and great sorrow, life and death communication, Huajing has been gone for many years, elder brother and mother can only comfort each other that he is still alive, if you make another mistake... elder brother is not afraid of you dying in battle, but afraid You have not been noticed by anyone, and if you follow in Qiyue's footsteps, if this is the case, how will you let us bear it?"

Chang Ming reached out his hand in the dark and pulled La Yijing's palm.

The warmth from Jiang Yuan's fingers was exactly where Yi Jingyu was most attached to.

"Listen to elder brother, okay?" Chang Ming lowered his head to persuade him, but Yijing still heard his cry.

Cheng Jing looked sad and walked away quietly.

"Let's walk together and go back to Huacheng. If we are lucky enough to live this life in peace, we will live together. If the earth shakes one day, we will die together... I don't know what Wang Xi said. Years, but I don't want to say goodbye to you so soon."

Changming finally burst into tears, and Yijing burst into tears.

We are all greedy people, living greedily, greedily expecting to live together forever.

"It's my fate, but if you leave with me, nothing will be left...Superb martial arts, talented general, bright future, and rising to the top, it doesn't make any sense. From now on, you will only travel at night in fine clothes..."

"What are you worth?"

"Brother, do you know the ancestor of Qiyue?"

"After living for so many years, it's no surprise to know someone who is more than 100 years old."

Right now, Nangong Yuqi and Chang Ming are visiting Chu Guangliang together.

"Brother, are you friends with him?"

Nangong Yuqi pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I met him when I was traveling around. It can be said that I was congenial and an inseparable friend. In a few years, he became the suzerain of Si Fuluo. Once, every time I saw him, he was a little older than the last time. After the war broke out again, I inquired several times, and finally found out that the Sifuluo family was imprisoned. Just as I was traveling day and night... I heard the news of his death... ..."

Changming heard Yijing mention the story from a hundred years ago.

"Is it also because of the acquaintance with the ancestor of Qiyue that the senior brother is willing to help Yijing?"

"I couldn't save him in the early years, and I couldn't be involved in the affairs of the world like Uncle Gu. This is the only thing I can do for him."

Chang Ming bowed his head in silence, and heard Nangong Yuqi sigh in his ear: "He doesn't remember me, but he still doesn't want me to be sad."

"He saved Yijing."

"It's not bad for him... After death, everything is empty. He doesn't need a tomb, he doesn't need a thick coffin, he doesn't need a stele of heroes, he doesn't need meritorious deeds, reincarnation. miss me..."

Chu Guangliang, who was seriously injured by Yijing, was still not awake. Chengjing allowed Yijing to stay for a few more days, expressing his guilt for Chu Guangliang, and then resigned and returned home, but it was time to pack up his luggage.

"Haven't you told the others yet?"

"No", Yijing said: "This matter is too sudden for them, but I don't know how to open my mouth. If I complain about my illness for a few more days, maybe they will believe that I left because of a serious illness."

Chang Ming nodded silently, put away the loneliness in his heart, took the Tianxia Feishuang at hand, took out the oil and silk cloth, and sat at the table to take care of it.

Yijing sat down beside him, poured him a cup of tea, and watched Changming wholeheartedly playing with Tianxia Feishuang. This horizontal knife has been with Changming for more than eight years, and he still can't put it down.

The autumn wind was blowing outside the window, causing the two people's hair to fly, and there was an obsessive smell under the shadow of the lamp, which made Yijing lose his mind for a while, and it was only when Chang Ming stretched out his hand to touch him that he regained his senses.

"So preoccupied, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Yijing smiled, seeing him get up, he asked casually, "Where are you going?"

"I still have some wound medicine, I leave some for A Liang, and send the rest to Xingcheng Chenying now."

"I'll be with you."

Chang Ming knew that the farewell was imminent and it would be difficult to see him again, so he nodded in agreement.The two went to Xingsheng's house quietly together, but they didn't see the lights of the past, and they didn't hear the children's laughter. There was only that lifeless house, and they suddenly felt strange in their hearts.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, the door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Chen Ying who stumbled out.

Chang Ming supported Chen Ying who was standing still, and Yijing raised the lantern to see that Chen Ying's forehead was wrapped with a bandage, and his face was pale.

"Chen Ying! Who beat you like this? Where's Xing Sheng?"

"Both he and the child are gone!" Chen Ying said anxiously, "When I got home, someone knocked me unconscious from behind. It's all gone! Xing Cheng must have gone back to the house and found out something."

"But why didn't he come to find us for such things?" Chang Ming asked doubtfully.

"Maybe it's because someone didn't let him talk about it," Yijing said to Chang Ming: "Put Chenying in our house first, and let Tingyu take care of it for the time being. Let's go find Xingcheng, don't make it public."

Xing Sheng picked up the letter again and examined it carefully.

According to what was written in the letter, it should be a good place, but he himself has never known that there is any thatched cottage near the Xiaojian River Valley. When he looked up again in a trance, he saw a thatched cottage in the isolated night sky in the distance. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, pulled out the long sword that had pierced the ground shallowly, and staggered away.

The moment he pushed open the door, the light reflected on his pale face, and the moment he saw his children, his wound seemed to open again, and the sound of bloody flesh was heard.

Shuze and Shuya were tied together. Although their mouths were not sealed, they were still too scared to speak out, and they huddled in the corner of the wall with tears streaming down their faces.

"Don't be afraid, Father will take you out."

Xing Cheng pushed open the door, and when he was about to step forward, a long sword lay across his eyes.

Meng Qian's cold face made him feel chills.

"Commander Meng, what are you doing? You are an innocent child, and there is nothing wrong with asking yourself." Xing Cheng secretly clenched his long sword.

Meng Qian said with a sneer: "But in ancient times, he was a traitor who colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country. As a disciple, you are as close to him as a father and son. I am an official who arrests him for the country. You should kill the grass and root out the roots. How can you say that your child is innocent?"

"Your Excellency is joking, the case of Gu Laiqiu has long been closed, and the remnants of the accomplices were also arrested by the Lord himself, and Mu Yiyang died a long time ago." Xing Cheng said without changing his expression: "Besides, Your Excellency has been following Gu Laiqiu for a long time. I should know that Mu Yi Yang is the one, could it be that he looks like a lower official?"

"Hugh is so eloquent!" Meng Qian raised his sword horizontally, and the edge of the sword barely stopped on Xingcheng's chest, "There are two apprentices in Gu Laiqiu, don't you know? Following Yijing's return to the Ningwu army, he was appreciated by the former seventh battalion commander and promoted to battalion deputy in a few years, he is still young, so it can be said to be a moment of glory, right?"

"What does this have to do with the lower officials?"

"This little apprentice was sentenced to be assassinated and exiled. He went far to the northwest, and unfortunately fell to his death halfway. It happened that two years later, the Marquis of the Army went to the northwest to do business and picked up his young master who was living outside."

Hearing this, Xing Cheng laughed and said, "My lord's implication is that the junior officer is that little apprentice? It's ridiculous, the northwest is so vast, such a coincidence is not impossible. In the past, Emperor Gaozu raised troops to the southwest, could it be my family's army Is it okay to be a senior or a relative of the emperor? Besides, since he is assassinated and exiled, there should be marks on his face, but there is nothing on the face of the next official."

"That's easy," Meng Qian said with a confident smile, "cut your face open and see if there are any traces of the past on the cheekbones. You can remove the scars outside the skin, but you can't erase the scars carved on the bones." humiliation!"

Xing Cheng's eyes suddenly froze.

In the third chapter of 110, Meng Qian hid aside and watched Xing Sheng's too weird swordsmanship before realizing who he was.The story told by Wang Xi in this chapter is related to the ending.