【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xue Yang was hysterical, swinging his sword in a disorderly manner, from outside the city, all the way to the inside of the city, in front of a candy stand.

Picking up the stall owner's collar, his bloodshot eyes suddenly cleared up for a moment, and he recognized that this was the old man Zhou who sells sugar that Xiao Xingchen often mentioned.

As expected of the old man who is often praised by Xiao Xingchen, he usually looks kindly and kindly, but at the moment when the sword is resting on his neck, he has no fear in the face of life and death, only regret and condemnation in his eyes.

The old voice was tenacious and powerful: "Little friend, if you kill people like this, the Taoist priest in white will be sad when he finds out!"

Xue Yang's face was distorted, and almost every word was squeezed out between his teeth: "I don't care if he is sad or not!"

However, the wrist holding the sword seemed to be firmly strangled by some invisible force.

Xue Yang left the old man behind and roared angrily, "Get out!!!"

Yicheng has completely turned into a dead city.

Everyone has left, the city is full of murderous corpses, dense fog, poisonous corpse powder, and anyone who steps into it will almost never return.

Yizhuang returned to its dilapidated and messy appearance, and everything that could be smashed was smashed to pieces.

Xiao Xingchen lay in the middle of a failed formation.A ferocious corpse cannot be refined, but at least this formation can keep the corpse from decaying.

Jin Guangyao still wanted to cooperate with Xue Yang, let the past go, and generously gave Xue Yang a soul-locking pouch to hold Xiao Xingchen's remnant soul.

"The enemy is dead, shouldn't you be happy? Why do you need to do everything possible to replenish your soul?"

"I haven't played enough, I want him to come back and become an obedient corpse puppet, and continue to be tortured by me!"

Xue Yang took the spirit lock pouch, Yin Tie, and Wei Wuxian's manuscript, and continued to stay in Yicheng. He made an agreement with Jin Guangyao that the murderous corpse would only be refined in Yicheng.

Jin GuangYao said: "It's fine, it's good to be far away. Some stumbling blocks around me are sent to a place thousands of miles away from me to be refined into a murderous corpse, so it's not easy to be discovered."

One month after Xiao Xingchen's death, there was no progress in replenishing his soul, and Xue Yang felt that there was nowhere to vent his overwhelming anger, and he wanted to kill someone.

The first person he wanted to kill was Chang Ping of Liyang Chang, who had survived the extermination of the family.

"Daoist, it's all his fault that he asked you to help track down the murderer, otherwise, it would not be your turn to take care of his family's bad affairs."

Xue Yang was used to talking to the spirit locker or the corpse. Anyway, in the empty Yicheng, no one saw him so nervous.

"The second person I want to kill is A-Qing, this fake blind man. He pretended to be blind and lied to us for three years. He was also a liar. Why aren't you angry with her? If she wasn't so talkative, I could have lied to you for the rest of my life. You will never know the truth and be confused, isn't it a lifetime?"

"It's a pity that I can't find your master, the legendary Baoshan Sanren, otherwise, I will kill her too, and I blame her! I taught you to be so naive and stupid, and let you go out of the mountain! The worst thing is that you still have your eyes It was dug up to someone surnamed Song!"

"Blame them, yes, blame them all. I'll kill them all for you, okay?"

Xue Yang's tone was sweet and sinister.

"If you don't agree, come back and stop me?"

Xue Yang blamed all the people who could be blamed, killed all the people who could be killed, and even pretended to be Xiao Xingchen to do evil, severely ruining the reputation of "Mingyue Qingfeng", and finally finished his mouthful. Angry, happily went to the restaurant to drink, and returned to Yizhuang drunk.

Xiao Xingchen's body was well preserved, his hair was not messed up, his eyes were covered with a clean white cloth, and he was dressed in white snow. Looking through his drunken eyes, he looked as if he was just asleep.

Xue Yang stretched out his hand to caress Xiao Xingchen's bloodless, cold and clean face, and his fingers rested on his lips with attachment.

"Xiao Xingchen, do you know what a broken sleeve is? Before I met you, I really didn't realize that I have this hobby."

"You're so stupid, you sure don't know? Great, let me show you what a broken sleeve is."

Xue Yang fetched a bucket of hot water to bathe Xiao Xingchen.

Take a good bubble, the bubble is warm, and the body will be like a living person.

For the first time, it felt better than killing a dozen people, and he was happy for finding a new way to play.

After proficiency, he called Song Zichen.

There was an extra bed curtain on the small bed in the back room of Yizhuang, hanging down gracefully, and the tent was full of Xue Yang's panting and laughing.

"Song, take a good look and see how far your friend has fallen!"

"You came to him! This is the consequence of your coming to him! Are you satisfied?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……!"

The small bed creaked painfully under the crushing, expressing regret for the overwhelmed fate of everyone present.

Song Zichen, who was nailed into his head with a skull nail, still had a vague sense of personal consciousness, but his body could only obey orders and could not move. He struggled on the spot, trembling all over, desperately trying to get out of control, smashing Xue Yang to pieces on the spot. There are tens of thousands of corpses.

Xue Yang chuckled when he saw it.

"Why are you in a hurry? Look at your good friend Xiao Xingchen, how shameless he is, his expression hasn't changed at all."

Sometimes, with sudden rage:

"Close your eyes!!! Song, you fucking close your eyes for me!!! What right do you have to use his eyes!!!"

The raindrops of fists fell hard on Song Zichen's body, causing him to retreat step by step, but none of his punches landed near the eyes.

For a long time, Xue Yang couldn't tell who he was.

When whispering to the spirit lock sac, he is the pure and kind boy Alan.

When making puppets and torturing corpses, he was Xue Yang, the ruthless demon.

Blindfolded and picked up Shuanghua, he is Mingyue Qingfeng Xiaoxingchen again.

Who is he?

The sky and the earth are so big that he is allowed to roam freely, but none of them belong to him.

In this muddle-headed way, he indulged in wanton venting for three years.

Even the games on the bed couldn't satisfy him, Xue Yang felt betrayed again.

The monstrous anger faded away like a tide, and what was taken away was not only anger——all senses became dull, and his body seemed to have no pleasure or pain anymore.

Even the desire disappeared, Xue Yang vaguely understood something.

Empty skin is not enough, he wants more, wants Xiao Xingchen to wake up, and comfort him with a smile like before: What's wrong, you're in a bad mood?Do I miss something, or is there something on my mind?

As long as this is the case, a simple and gentle sentence can heal the gully in his heart.

But no more.

The abandoned person finally lay down on Xiao Xingchen's long-dead body and sobbed.

"Xiao Xingchen...you lied..."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't leave me alone again?"

"Xiao Xingchen! I hate you, who do you think you are? Why trap me here?"

"Let me tell you, I've had enough fun now, I'm leaving, stay here as long as you want, wake up or not!"

Xue Yang put Xiao Xingchen's body and the spirit lock bag together in the coffin, set up the fog formation, and left.

Wandering around for a while, he unconsciously went back to the road Xiao Xingchen escorted him to Jinling Terrace, visited all the small towns and shops where they had stopped together, lost his direction again, and started to do whatever he wanted.

It doesn't matter whether they are gangsters or white-spirited people, Xue Yang provoked almost everyone he met, bloody fights almost day and night, even Jin Guangyao who cooperated with him approached him. Nothing can restrain him.

After going on like this for half a year, after the most tragic fight, Xue Yang returned to Yicheng again covered in blood and bruises all over his body.

In the dense fog, he accurately found the coffin while vomiting blood.

"Xiao Xingchen...Alan is injured, don't you...take care of Alan the most? Get up...help me heal my wounds, like I...did...the first time I came to Yicheng, okay?"

Xue Yang staggered, stumbled, and opened the coffin with the last bit of strength. Wherever his hand touched, a bloody handprint was left behind.

The corpse in the coffin and the remnant soul in the spirit bag were the same as they were half a year ago, unchanged at all.

I don't know whether he was relieved or more disappointed, Xue Yang lost his strength and slowly sat down against the coffin.

Click, click, click.

Blood-stained hands tapped on the wood.

"Xiao Xingchen, please, look at me? Help me?"

***

I don't know how long I fell asleep.

The first person he saw when he woke up, with a little cinnabar on his forehead and delicate features, was Jin Guangyao who had been repeatedly scolded by him for half a year.

She didn't wear the Jin family's gorgeous Jin Xingxuelang gown, but a commoner dress, dressed in a low-key manner.

"Are you stupid? You went back to this empty Yicheng after being injured like that. If I hadn't happened to come over to check and heal your injuries, you would have died beside that coffin!"

Xue Yang thought, even if I die, I won't have to go crazy if I die by Xiao Xingchen's side.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jin Guangyao threw an object, which landed on him lightly and weightlessly. After seeing what it was, Xue Yang became angry in vain: "You fucking be gentle!!!"

"Okay, okay, I forgot that this spirit-locking sac is your treasure, and you hugged it tightly when you passed out. Calm down, don't get up! You still have injuries on your body, and I don't want to take the trouble to bandage it again."

Seeing Xue Yang lying back and holding the spiritual pouch tightly again, Jin Guangyao teased: "Kuizhou scoundrel, do you actually know what love is?"

Xue Yang also sarcastically said, "I'm sorry, what about you? Immortal governor, you must be busy with a lot of things, how come you have time to come to Yicheng, and the timing just happened to save me?"

Jin Guangyao laughed at himself: "No way, it will be tiring to pretend for a long time. I need someone who knows my true face and won't expose me, so I don't want you to die. Besides, I still need you to help me deal with the 'sinner' Woolen cloth."

After pondering for a moment, he said again: "Xue Yang, accept your fate. People like us will not end well. Only by being ruthless to the end can we earn a place in this world."

Xue Yang closed his eyes, not wanting to hear any more.

After lying down for less than half a month, when Jin Guangyao came to visit him again, Xue Yang was able to support his seriously injured body to get out of bed and practice sword.

Sword practice was not smooth at first, and Shuanghua let go again and again. After practicing for half a day, Xue Yang took out a white cloth to cover his eyes, and the sword light became smooth and smooth, and the courtyard was full of rustling breeze. Wherever the wind blows.

It's wonderful, but the dilapidated small courtyard of Yizhuang is even more desolate when it is blown by the wind.

With just one glance, Jin Guangyao could tell that this sword technique was elegant and majestic, it was by no means Xue Yang's original method, it must have been taught by Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen.At this time, Xue Yang was using that man's sword, blindfolded like that man, and his whole body was covered with that man's shadow.

He wasn't like the Kuizhou hooligan Jin Guangyao knew before, nor was he like the angry lunatic right after Xiao Xingchen died.

Having known each other for nearly ten years, Jin Guangyao always felt that something was missing from Xue Yang's body. It was precisely because of that missing thing that even though Xue Yang was born as a romantic and handsome boy, the slight change in his eyes made people feel a little bit evil. Han, as if seeing some inhuman monster in human skin.

But now, Xue Yang has changed. He has been silent for a few years in Yicheng, and then went mad for a few years. He has been completely reborn, and stands up again, like a man of flesh and blood. Sample.

This kind of Xue Yang will never leave Yicheng again, to be precise, he will never leave the person in the coffin again.

Jin Guangyao felt relieved, finished his greetings and explained, and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Xue Yang carefully took out a piece of paper from his pocket, opened it with great care and handed it to Jin Guangyao.

"Tell me, what does this poem mean."

Jin Guangyao took it, and saw an elegant poem written in elegant handwriting on the yellowed paper.

The breeze comes from the south, surrounded by mountains;

The breeze comes from the north, and the best is like water.

The breeze comes from the east, and the clouds and cranes swim in the sky;

The breeze comes from the west, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

Reveal old dreams, shake them to pieces;

The wind stops, the river is wide and the clouds are low.

Qingqing Zipei, think about it leisurely;

The wind moves, I don't give up.

A very simple poem.Xue Yang didn't quite understand it, because since he was a child, he learned to read the manuscripts and spells of sorcery. When he was a guest at Jinlingtai in his teens, Jin Guangyao had to help explain the meaning of many words, and he never knew anything about poetry. .

After finishing reading, Jin Guangyao calmly folded the paper and handed it back to Xue Yang.

"Is it a poem by Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen? The meaning is very simple, it is to compare yourself with the breeze, expressing the anguish of being unsuccessful in life."

"Really?"

Xue Yang was somewhat skeptical. He clearly remembered that when Xiao Xingchen was studying this set of sword techniques, he didn't look depressed at all.

"Really," Jin Guangyao reaffirmed, "I'm leaving, you should cultivate well and don't go crazy again. Don't you want to replenish the soul of Daoist Xiao Xingchen? How can you replenish your soul after tossing yourself to death first?"

After sending Jin Guangyao away, Xue Yang stared at the paper in his hand in a daze.

No ambition, no ambition.

If you can come back, I am willing to accompany you to do everything you want to do, let me be your eyes, your weapon, whatever.

Xiao Xingchen, can you come back?

The author has something to say: reborn as a person while waiting

The world is ups and downs without regrets in this life

Searched in the night when the past trapped me

I also hope that a little firefly will be born in my heart

I like the lyrics very much.

Reborn as a person while waiting——Xue Yang’s rebirth and reshaping did not happen when he was rescued, nor when he was in Yicheng for three years, nor when Xiao Xingchen died, but during the eight years of long waiting and searching, gradually Finish.

There are ups and downs in the world, no regrets in this life——It doesn’t mean that Xue Yang has no regrets for what he has done in this life, but that he has finally come to this world without regrets.If there is no Xiao Xingchen, his life will only have a tragic beginning and a sinful end. He has never seen the light, so he must be extremely world-weary and regret that he came here.

In this article, at present, I like Xue Yang the most, who finally mastered the Qingfeng swordsmanship in Yizhuang. At this time, whether he is angry or murderous, he has temporarily calmed down, and he has rejected and denied his own feelings. However, in the end, all that remains is the most thorough and purest yearning and repentance for Xiao Xingchen——Stop this bloodthirsty demon, can you forgive me?

Hey, the song is so good, my text is not suitable, maybe I will change the name in the future, see you next Monday~