【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xue Yang slept for half an hour, and woke up habitually when midnight approached.

It was still dark and warm inside, but he was alone.

He stood up and saw that the clothes were already dressed, and there was a folded thick cloak beside the bed, it was black, and it seemed that Xiao Xingchen had prepared it for him.

He searched and searched but couldn't find the Shuanghua wooden sword necessary to deal with the midnight backlash, so he understood the reason, opened the window to let in the cold air outside, covered his body with the cloak as a quilt, and lay down on the bed with peace of mind and closed his eyes to rest , Sure enough, within a cup of tea, blue light began to shimmer on his body, and when he sat up again, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and he arrived in a remote cypress forest, surrounded by the breeze of winter night, Xiao Xingchen struck The man in white clothes was like a man in the moon, holding his Shuanghua wooden sword in his hand, waiting for him quietly there.

Xue Yang smiled and said hello: "The Taoist priest is so considerate, he even helped me choose the place to deal with backlash, and he even came here to wait for me in advance."

"Well, you were injured in the dungeon today, and then... got tired. It would be best if you could rest for a while."

"What's more, who is it that is haunting me on the bed!" Xue Yang stretched out his hand to take the sword, "Go back, Taoist priest, and just call me back after midnight."

His hand was empty, Xiao Xingchen didn't hand him the sword, he took a step back and said, "Just stay where you are and protect your mind, I'll help you build a breeze barrier."

"No!" Xue Yang pretended to be relaxed, but his tone could not be refuted: "If you don't practice this Qingfeng swordsmanship for a day, you will regress. I will do it myself."

"A Yang," Xiao Xingchen understood that Xue Yang didn't let him help because he was not worried about his sword skills deteriorating. He said in a deep voice, "I don't mind being blamed by those wraiths."

"I mind!" Xue Yang lowered his face, and reached out to grab the sword again.As soon as Xiao Xingchen raised his hand, he had already started to use the Qingfeng swordsmanship.

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.

This part Xue Yang can already understand, it is a portrayal of Xiao Xingchen's first half life.His favorite move: Yunhe roaming the sky, his body is light and agile, it must be Xiao Xingchen's favorite time when he first entered the world, and he integrated that kind of joyful mood into the sword move.

And after that?It's the interdependence of good and evil, the shattering of old dreams, the lowness of the river and the clouds, and each move is heavier than the next.It was all thanks to him, Xue Yang, but when Xiao Xingchen was studying this set of sword techniques, he didn't know that what he wanted to confess was precisely this Xue Yang who made his fate curve fall into blood.

The familiar breeze.The familiar sword shadow.The familiar white clothes.Protected him again.Keep the dark resentment and resentful spirits ten steps away.

In the wilderness of the night, there are screams full of resentful spirits.

"you again!"

"The murderer's accomplice!"

"Things that don't distinguish between right and wrong!"

"It's the same thing as the devil Xue Yang!"

Xue Yang raised his head suddenly. He was used to being scolded, so he didn't care at all, but Xiao Xingchen...

The flying figure in white clothes did not stop, but his face was obviously pale and forbearing.

"Enough! Xiao Xingchen, you go back!" Xue Yang snatched the wooden sword, the wind weakened instantly, and several resentful spirits found a hole in the shield and charged straight at him. Xiao Xingchen had quick eyesight and quick hands , pushed Xue Yang aside, but he remained where he was, facing the attack of the resentful spirit.

He could also block it with a sword or spiritual power, but that might hurt the Wraith.These are innocent lives who died with resentment, Xiao Xingchen also hoped that they would be reincarnated one day, and it was absolutely impossible to hurt them.

The light gray resentful spirit passed through his chest with resentment, and there was a sharp pain in every limb. This is what Xue Yang has to suffer every night.

Now that he was with Xue Yang, he couldn't let him face such a punishment alone. He could have built the Breeze Shield without a single flaw to prevent a single resentful spirit from entering, but he still wanted to do more. Therefore, a wind eye was left on the top of the shield.

Xue Yang said sharply, "Xiao Xingchen, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Xingchen sat down where he was, and gave him a comforting look: "Don't worry, and don't interrupt me."

After finishing speaking, Tranquility's eyes were lightly closed, and he silently recited a spell that Xue Yang could neither understand nor heard.

A sudden gust of flying sand and rocks within the shield that was supposed to be calm and calm caught Xue Yang's eyes. He was forced back several steps by the huge wind force, and when he was able to stabilize his figure and opened his eyes, he saw a strange wave hanging down from mid-air. The whirlwind, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, rolled in the dark resentment and resentful spirits at the top, completely covered a white dress at the bottom, and the surrounding wind surged, forming a strong wind wall, which only separated him from the outside.

A touch of white loomed at the end of the whirlwind, and the occasional beautiful face frowned, and the corners of the lips trembled.

Xue Yang was stunned, not knowing exactly what Xiao Xingchen was doing, but he knew that it was by no means an easy task, even if the attack from the wraith pierced through him was as painful as he endured scattered attacks for an hour. Will faint due to severe pain, what about Xiao Xingchen at this moment?The resentful spirits in the whirlwind are rushing towards that peaceful and indifferent figure along the whirlpool!

"Xiao Xingchen!!!"

His voice was buried in the noise caused by hundreds of wraiths, and he roared and charged a dozen times, but was blocked by the wind wall.Amidst the sand, gravel and dry leaves, he was only less than ten steps away from the white robe, but he couldn't get past it.Before that, Xiao Xingchen had always been happy to accept him, but only now did he suddenly understand how serious and heavy this acceptance was.

Thinking of the various pressures that Xiao Xingchen might have to bear in the future when he was with him, Xue Yang woke up like a dream in the cold winter wind.

There is an end to having fun, and after the end, you still have to face the heavy reality and the past.

Xiao Xingchen sincerely wants to share everything with him, but Xue Yang's crime is so great, why should he drag Xiao Xingchen down?What did Xiao Xingchen do wrong, why should he bear the curse and attack of the wraith?

He tried his best to charge in Xiao Xingchen's direction several times, but was blocked by the strong wind without exception.

"Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen... You didn't suffer this for me." Xue Yang murmured weakly and lay down on the ground, clutching a handful of dust with his mutilated hand, "This is a more serious punishment."

This situation is even more tormenting than his own backlash. His eyes are full of strong winds and darkness, trying to encroach on the white moonlight that he cherishes most.After an unknown amount of time, a light gray shadow flashed in the corner of my eye.Xue Yang got up in vain, looked up, and saw that the resentful spirits were being sent out from the center of the whirlwind in twos and threes. They no longer had a fierce look, and there was no black resentment around them. They passed him by like sleepwalking. Not looking at it, just like any ordinary unconscious wandering soul.

The originally dark whirlwind faded a bit, turning gray, and Xue Yang finally saw clearly what was happening in the center of the eye of the wind: the wraith wrapped in resentment passed through Xiao Xingchen's body with a ferocious face, and when it came out again, all the resentment around him disappeared , Wraith itself also lost its aggressiveness, was sent out of Fengyan, and turned into that sleepwalking appearance.

Just like, Xiao Xingchen is using his body to absorb resentment and purify the resentment.

ten steps.On the surface, the white clothes were only ten steps away from him.But Xue Yang painfully realized that it was a distance that he could never finish.

"Xiao Xingchen..."

The lonely soul with the broken arm was helpless, and mournfully murmured the name that made him both painful and warm.

The bright moon hangs high, moving quietly among the treetops.The blood faded from Xiao Xingchen's lips, and the blackness of the whirlwind finally faded away, and the last wraith walked out of the eye of the wind, staggeringly disappeared into the depths of the cypress forest.

The time was so long that Xue Yang thought it would be dawn, but in fact only half an hour had passed, which was less than half of the time he usually spent alone facing backlash.

The wind wall disappeared, Xue Yang rushed to support Xiao Xingchen before he lost his strength and fell to the ground, "Fool, what did you do?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled weakly in Xue Yang's arms: "Don't worry, the night's backlash is over, and their grievances will be purified by me...cough...they won't get together again within half a month."

"Xiao Xingchen, I hate fools like you the most, idiots! I deserve what I did, why are you so troublesome?"

Xiao Xingchen lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Don't worry, just like you, I just need to rest for one night..."

Xue Yang didn't say a word, he carried Xiao Xingchen on his back and walked back. After walking a few steps, the person on his back was already asleep, breathing long and quietly.

Before this, Xue Yang was the one who fell asleep after midnight, but this night it was Xiao Xingchen.The kindest person in the world, for the most evil person in the world, endured the backlash pain that should belong to him.

The moonlight shone on their figures, making them inexplicably miserable.Facing their shadows, Xue Yang whispered three words: "I'm sorry..."

Back on the bed where the two had been lingering, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

On the second day, Xue Yang woke up from the heat. He opened his eyes and found that the person next to his pillow was not sleeping soundly. Xiao Xingchen was sweating profusely while clutching the quilt, his chest heaved and his front was wet, and he shook slightly. She lowered her head, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was sinking into a nightmare.

"Xiao Xingchen? Wake up!"

The noon sun shines through the paper window and shines on the pillow, which is a bit dazzling.Xue Yang shook Xiao Xingchen, and was about to give a soft kiss when he heard the sleeping person frowning and uttering a name.

A name he hated to hear.

"A-Qing..." The chapped and pale lips opened and closed, but still did not open his eyes, and continued to rave, "I'm sorry...A-Qing..."

Xue Yang froze for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed it recklessly.

Xiao Xingchen struggled to wake up in a trance, only to find it difficult to breathe, his chest was congested, and the afterimage of the dream remained in his consciousness.

He dreams of A-Qing.In fact, he had never really seen A-Qing with his own eyes, because he was blind in Yicheng, and A-Qing in the dream was just a vague shadow of a girl, thin and small, without facial features, wearing that gun on her head. The wooden hairpin he carved for her has a little fox at the end.

The skinny girl cried very sadly, sobbing in his dream all the time: "Master Dao, Master Dao, how can you be with that bad thing? He has been waiting for you for eight years, and I have guarded you for eight years... But I didn't get anything."

Later, a pair of white pupils suddenly appeared on the woman's blank face, and blood and tears flowed from the white pupils: "Master Daoist, I died a miserable death. My tongue was cut off, my eyes were blinded, and I was bitten by a dog... It was all caused by that bad thing, don't you know?" Know?"

And as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the person accused by the tragic death girl was kissing him. The warm and soft touch between his lips and teeth suddenly reminded him that Xue Yang also asked painfully when they were intimate yesterday: "Xingchen!" , Xiao Xingchen...why did you leave...I think you're going crazy, you're going crazy, do you know that?"

Xiao Xingchen looked around the room in confusion.The wooden basin he moved in last night was still there, and a handkerchief was placed on the edge of the wooden barrel. He remembered that he used that handkerchief to wipe off Xue Yang's blood, and also wiped away the traces of their love.The charcoal in the stove was still burning quietly, but without the cover of night, the atmosphere in the room was suddenly not as warm as last night, making people intoxicated.

Xue Yang pretended he didn't hear anything and didn't know anything, and wrapped his hands and feet around Xiao Xingchen, "Daoist, why did you wake up so early?"

Such an intimate tone, as if they had slept together in the same bed for countless days and nights.The same questions from two different people echoed in Xiao Xingchen's mind, and his spiritual consciousness was in a state of confusion, making him unable to think.

Do you know, do you know, why do they all ask him that?At that moment, Xiao Xingchen painfully preferred not to know anything.

Xue Yang put his hands restlessly from his waist into his clothes, provocatively: "Prince Daoist, what are you thinking about? Don't think about it, only think about me."

Xiao Xingchen was addicted to A-Qing's cries in his dream, and he didn't understand the fragility and anxiety in these words. He subconsciously wanted to avoid Xue Yang's ambiguous touch, but that hand was so difficult to touch, so in a hurry, he couldn't help it. Somewhat forcefully pushed Xue Yang, turned his head and said with difficulty: "Don't touch me!"

The atmosphere froze for a moment.Xue Yang maintained the posture of being pushed away and did not move.

Surprise, astonishment, tingling pain, all kinds of complex emotions flashed in his dark eyes, Xue Yang's face was almost covered with a layer of ice visible to the naked eye.

The author has something to say: When I was writing this chapter, I was obsessed with a song called "Nie Hai Ji".

The road is long and the night is quietly waiting for the bright moon to take pictures

The person I like goes to a good night with me

The world is not free