[Yang Jian] Who says you can't fall in love

From the rising of the rising sun to the sunset of Sangyu, several people searched for a long time without any results.

But it was too late to find the person he was thinking of, Yang Jian felt his heart was congested, his heart was beating fast and fast, and the blood hole in his neck was bleeding out at an inappropriate time.With all his anxiety and worry, he persisted for a whole day, and when the night fell, he was finally exhausted.

Dizzy, he supported the mountain wall with his hands, avoiding their concerned eyes, tired and desperate, compromised: "Let's go back first."

The three brothers looked at each other, cast a helpless look at each other, and had no choice but to return to the city temporarily.

At this time, Fuxu, who was only separated from them by a wall, was resting with his eyes closed, healing his wounds, and at the same time using his immortal power to search for the trace of the little snake in his body.

Yuqian sat with his knees bent, with his hands on his knees and his ears close to the wall.After a while, he smiled with an unknown meaning, turned his gaze, and looked at the disheveled girl calmly.

There was silence all around, since the bloody past came from his mouth, neither of them wanted to speak to break the silence.

But this world is too small, they are used to being at ease - one stays alone for the third day, and the other travels in the Beiming Sea. It is inevitable that they will feel uncomfortable after staying here for a long time.

Yu Qian's hand was silently rubbing against the hilt of the sword—this was a sign before he was about to start certain actions.

He has always lived in the dark and is very sensitive to the time and sound.Throughout the day today, there was constant commotion outside, and he guessed that someone from Xiqi City had come to look for her.

When that familiar voice reached his ears, it confirmed his guess.It's a pity that she was only focused on healing her injuries and didn't pay attention to the outside world.

When Fuxu was concentrating, she really looked like her father.

Leaning against the stone wall, Yu Qian took a few deep breaths, blinked his eyes, tightened his fingers, and held the hilt of the sword almost reliantly.Although he is not as difficult as before, his condition is getting worse.

The new wound brought up the old wound, and the five senses gradually weakened.His mouth was dry, and his whole body was clamoring for blood.

He stared at her quietly, with a murderous intent spreading in his heart.

She didn't know which step she had reached, her body trembled slightly, and her clean and slender neck was exposed in his eyes.

He swallowed silently, and closed his eyes—when he opened them again, there were already those cold-blooded vertical pupils.

With the faint fragrance of the girl's blood wafting through the air——I don't know if it's his hallucination or real.In short, it seemed that the killing intent could no longer be suppressed. Holding the sword, he slowly moved towards her.

***

Fuxu saw her mother again.

It had been many years since she last saw her mother.That time was after she was seriously injured by Yu Qian in Beiminghai, Shui escaped to Qishan, and was rescued by Yang Jian.

Seeing her mother now is still because of Yu Qian.

She couldn't help smiling wryly in her heart, as expected, Enemy's road was narrow.

Nuwa once told her: "Nirience is actually the body returning to heaven and earth, but the spirit and spirit are immortal, just another way to survive. Although your people are no longer in Phoenix Terrace, they have always been with you in a different form. around."

She didn't believe it at first.

But after seeing her mother for the second time, she couldn't help but not believe it.

"Mother." Beside her is the Phoenix Terrace that she is most familiar with, and the large red lotus blooms as coquettishly as fire.

The mother was as beautiful as in the painting. She turned sideways to Fuxu, pointed to her front with a smile, and motioned Fuxu to follow her fingers—an adult man in a black suit knelt on the ground with a calm and steady voice. Slowly and patiently teaching a boy how to use swords.

For some reason, the man's face was so blurred that she couldn't see clearly.But when she saw the love in her mother's eyes, she knew who it was.

It turns out that my father is not as cold as in the legend, he can also be so patient and gentle.

The boy is not very old, about just learning to walk not long ago.The snow-white little face is soft and waxy, and her black hair is tied into a big braid, hanging softly on her shoulders, which is very pleasing.He stood for a long time and got a little tired, so regardless of Feng Lin's rambling, he turned around and threw himself into his arms, coquettishly saying, "I don't want to study anymore, I'm going to play and pick fruits in Yang (yang) Valley."

Feng Lin sighed helplessly, raised his hand to ruffle his hair, and asked, "How well did you listen to what Dad just said?"

The boy rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

"Well, you repeat what I said. If Dad is satisfied, I will take you to play." He pretended to be serious.

The boy's small face suddenly collapsed, his facial features wrinkled into a ball, and he stammered: "Calm...concentrate...meditate...uh, and...the legs must be steady and the breath must be strong." He faced the wind and faced the calmness of the deep sea Looking at him, he said bravely, "That's all, it's gone."

Feng Lin looked at him silently.

It took a long time until a gust of wind blew the little boy's hair to the back of his hand, and he felt an itchy feeling before he came back to his senses.

"Forget it, you're right...you're still young, and I have a lot of time, so what's the rush." ​​He said to himself.

Then Fenglin supported the boy's legs, picked him up, let him ride on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Let's go! Let's go pick fruit!"

"Giggle, pick the fruit! Pick your mother's favorite fruit! Giggle." The boy's crisp laughter gradually faded away, and the two of them slowly disappeared from the sight of Fu Xu and Jiang Rong.

Jiang Rong turned around, facing Fu Xu, and raised her hand to wipe her daughter's tears that overflowed at some point.

Fu Xu asked confusedly: "Who is this child? Do I still have an older brother?"

Jiang Rong smiled, shook her head, and asked irrelevantly: "Do you know what is lighter than a feather in this world?"

"what?"

"Hate."

Fu Xu was taken aback.

"Then do you know what is heavier than heaven and earth?"

Fu Xu didn't understand what mother was asking, and shook his head silently.

And Jiang Rong didn't seem to expect her to pick up the conversation at all, and said to herself: "Love."

She stared at the direction where the two left, her eyes long and distant, her voice soft and powerful, "Dad and mother, no matter what they do in this life, they will carry the word 'love' on their shoulders until they die. Looking back on this life, there is no I have never felt guilty about anyone, and I have never had any resentment. So you must not be influenced by someone with a heart, and have a heart of hatred."

She turned her head, put her hand on Fuxu's face, caressed gently, her eyes were full of kindness: "Although my father and mother have not had time to hug you, and can't contribute half of your growth, but we are still selfish You don’t have any big ambitions in this life, just be safe and sound. As long as you look up to the world, that’s enough.”

"But……"

"It is God's will that the Phoenix family should be robbed. Our death is just following the torrent of reincarnation. It cannot be caused by anyone alone. If you can't let go of these things, and insist on entanglement with someone, you are going against the law." God willing."

Mother's eyes are cleaner than the clearest water in the fairyland, and she can see through all her thoughts with just one glance.

She has also been wronged before: Since her parents are so righteous and awe-inspiring, they only care about all living beings and ignore her, so why give birth to her?

She had also been resentful because of Yu Qian's appearance: if it wasn't for him, her mother would have returned from Nirvana, and she would not have become an orphan.

But no matter how angry she is, she can't turn back time.

Now, her mother's words seemed to open the door of her heart that had been closed for many years, and those feelings that had been suppressed for many years were like a flood in an instant, crushing her fragile heart.

She didn't know what to say, she could only let tears replace words, overflowing her eyes.

The mother smiled and shook her hand, her body suddenly became lighter, and gradually drifted in the direction where her father left.

Fuxu's throat felt hot, and he suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood stagnated in his heart, and then his mind became clear.

In front of her eyes was still the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers -- reminding her that it was just a dream.

But the damp heat on his cheeks showed that this was not a dream.

What was the mother trying to tell her?

Don't you hate Yuqian?

Is that boy Yu Qian?But whether it's temperament, or appearance, they don't look like each other...

She touched her face, sniffed her nose, snapped her fingers, and a fire condensed on her fingertips.

This light scared half of her seven souls away!

"What are you doing here?" Fu Xu subconsciously rubbed his back, trying to stay away from him as much as possible.

Yuqian's eyes were dark, and his expression was very thought-provoking.

But Da Tiao Ru Fu Xu didn't realize that she had just missed death.

Something is really wrong, Fu Xu frowned and thought, but what is wrong?

Yuqian sat on the spot, and asked seemingly casually, "You called mother just now, did you see Jiangrong?"

"..."

The man in front of her has always called her parents by their first names and is very uneducated.Fu Xu sneered secretly, he was so stupid—how could he think that the cute boy in the dream was him?If it is really him, I am afraid that his parents will not rest in peace.

He probably can also be associated with the word "discuss", which is still an annoying "discuss".

"Do I have to report to you every dream I have?" Fu Xu clenched the knife tightly, "Don't forget, we are not friends, we are not friends."

Yu Qian said: "Of course you don't need to remind Qiu. Don't worry, even if I die, I won't forget to take you with me."

"..."

The atmosphere froze for a while.

A small cluster of Nirvana Fire danced at Fu Xu's fingertips, reflecting her profile and Yu Qian's profile on the stone wall.

Fu Xu inadvertently squinted his eyes, saw the shadow on the wall, and suddenly froze——

Looking at it this way, she looks a bit like Yu Qian.

She was really curious and couldn't help but want to ask him.But as soon as she turned her face away, before she could speak, she saw him draw his sword out of its sheath, stand up with the scabbard in place, patrol around the narrow hole, and gesticulate with the sword on the wall.

After a long time, he found a spot, pointed the tip of his sword there, turned his head and said to Fu Xu: "Can you use your immortal power?"

"Hmm." Fu Xu nodded subconsciously.

"Come here, call here."

Fu Xu stood up and didn't go over: "What are you going to do?"

This time he rolled his eyes and said with a sneer, "Of course I'm going out. Don't you think I'd be happy to be in the same room with you?"

Fu Xu knew that his dog couldn't spit out ivory, but he didn't expect him to be so annoying.Without saying a word, she hit the stone wall with her palm.

The power of the palm condensed with resentment was astonishingly powerful. Just hearing a "bang", the wall in front of him disintegrated into a pile of loose earth and rocks.She pushed out with another palm, and this time the starry night completely appeared in front of them.

And what caught Fuxu's eyes was not only Fanxing, but also the man who appeared every time she was in danger.

"Yang Jian?" Fu Xu heard his voice faintly like a bell from far away, light and empty.

The moment he saw her, there was great joy in his eyes.It's just that before the joy completely flooded his face, his expression changed in an instant.

"It's you again." He took a step forward, pulled Fu Xu behind him, held a knife in his right hand, and pointed directly at Yu Qian, who still had a very bad expression, "I won't let you go this time."

Before Fu Xu could make a sound to stop him, his three-pointed two-edged knife had already slashed towards his face.

Both of them were honorably injured, and their current level is half a catty.But when they met, the murderous intent between Wen Zhong and Jiang Ziya was more serious.

In the blink of an eye, several tricks have been passed.