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

Yang Jian had a white face, his face was as serious as the snow and ice in the twelfth lunar month of winter.The three-pointed and two-edged sword had a cold light, and when it was pushed and sent, it brought out a murderous wind blade, and hit Yu Qian mercilessly.

Yu Qian's movement of raising the sword was a little slower than usual, and upon closer inspection, one could find that his hands seemed to be shaking faintly.

Judging from the strength and speed of his sword, he only healed about three points of the injury.

Fu Xu weighed it briefly, and quietly pulled out the dagger given by Yang Jian.Just as she was about to approach, she saw sparks flashing past where their swords met, causing her to squint her eyes.The next moment, the two were shaken away by each other's internal force.

Yang Jian staggered back a few steps, supported the ground with a knife, and barely stood still.

Yu Qian's back slammed into the mountain wall hard, causing several cracks on the tight mountain wall, and then he covered his chest and let out a muffled grunt, a bloodstain spilling from his lips.

He raised his finger to wipe away the blood, and sneered: "I underestimated you."

Fu Xu rushed over to help Yang Jian, but he pushed him away with one hand. Without turning his head, he stared at Yu Qian closely, and said to Fu Xu: "You avoid it first."

"But……"

"Be obedient." He said, "I can handle it."

Fu Xu glanced at Yu Qian, and slowly backed away.

Yu Qian supported the ancient sword calmly - his injury was really bad.

The old disease that has been haunting his body for many years is too good at finding opportunities—the bloodthirsty desire that he had managed to suppress in the cave just now was aroused again, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his five senses were weakening, especially in the field of vision. It's a haze, if you fight again, I'm afraid it will be...

He pursed his lips and gripped the sword even tighter.

"Hey, you protect her so much, but do you really understand her?" He raised his eyebrows, suddenly relaxed his tense body, leaned lazily against the wall, and said to Yang Jian, "I was almost bitten to the point, Doesn't it feel good? If you don't bandage or apply medicine, you dare to look for her, aren't you afraid of dying here?"

Fu Xu glared at him bitterly, then moved his eyes to his side, and looked at Yang Jian with complicated eyes.

She knew in her heart that anyone with a discerning eye would be able to see that Yuqian was a monster, he couldn't help but be very dangerous.Many things can be seen from him.For example, she is an ordinary wandering Taoist priest, how could she have such an old enemy, her identity is certainly not simple.

Yang Jian didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't answer him for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fu Xu panicked and felt a little guilty, so she couldn't help calling out in a low voice: "Yang..."

"First of all, regardless of how many times you attack Ah Fu, if you intervene in the battlefield and help each other a few times, you are our enemy." Yang Jian said to him, "As General Zhou, shouldn't I come? What's more-- "His eyes turned cold suddenly, "For a man, if he can't even protect the people he cares about, how can he talk about defending his family and the country?" As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of his knife flashed and attacked again.

Yu Qian lowered his brows, and when the tip of the knife was within a millimeter of his face, he barely avoided——

There was a "hiss", the sound of clothes being torn.

Although Yu Qian's movements froze for only a moment, he was captured sensitively by Yang Jian.The long knife relentlessly caught up, and Yu Qian swung the sword with difficulty, parrying the blade.

It can't go on like this.

The blood in the neck "jumped" violently, and his lungs ached with every breath, and his vision became more and more cloudy. Judging from the onset of previous injuries, he would soon lose all five senses.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blade that was close at hand, and landed on the young girl who was staring nervously at Yang Jian and was always ready to go.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stopped it at the edge of the three-pointed two-edged knife. His wrists were concentrated, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a moment.He pressed down the tip of the knife, stuck the long knife, and at the same time softly recited the formula——

Fu Xu, who had his eyes glued to Yang Jian's body, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and was caught off guard for a while, and groaned.

She didn't want Yang Jian to be distracted, so she hurriedly covered her heart and knelt down | body.However, the pain became more and more clear, and the sound of the snake "hissing" and spitting out letters kept lingering in my ears.The pain in her heart reached its peak when Yu Qian's arm was slashed again by Yang Jian. There seemed to be a flash of fire in front of her eyes, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

Fuxu's sudden change here distracted Yang Jian, and as soon as he stopped, the blade was violently shaken away by Yu Qian.

Yu Qian had no intention of fighting, so he closed his sword and formed a seal, instantly transformed into the real body of a dragon, whistling and circling upwards.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank, he bit the middle finger of his right hand, and quickly wiped it on the mark on his forehead.

But he saw a white light shoot out from the eyes between his foreheads, and hit Jiaolong with the force of thunder.

I don't know if Yuqian saw the blood, but after opening the sky eye, Yang Jian lost his strength for a moment, his vision went dark, and he knelt down straight.

Fu Xu regained his composure with great difficulty, before he got up, unstoppable blood flowed from his mouth, and then with a "plop", he fell beside her.

"Yang Jian!" Fu Xu almost crawled over with hands and feet, and hugged him into his arms.Tears "swipe" down, and fell like a waterfall on his face and neck, mixed with his blood, and wet his clothes.

"Cough...cough..." He coughed a few times, raised his eyelids, and pressed her hand, "No, it's okay, don't worry."

He was hurt so badly, and he still didn't forget to comfort her first.

Fu Xu had a sore nose, and cried even harder: "You hold on, I'll take you back." But her own legs were also weak, and she tried to lift him up several times, but she was not strong enough.

"I'm fine." He gasped a few times, and grabbed her hand tightly, as if he was going to embed it in his palm, with such strength that it hurt her wrist: "Why are you injured?"

"I'm fine." She wiped her face and sobbed, "Ding Haizhu was smashed by Yu Qian's sword, and the magic power exploded. I was unprepared for a while. Fortunately, Yu Qian didn't know why he lost his mind. Protect me and hide in the mountain wall...Yang Jian?"

His chest heaving became weaker and weaker, and he didn't know if he heard Fu Xu's words.Just when she mentioned Yu Qian, his eyelids slowly closed.

Fu Xu hastily checked his pulse, his pulse was weak and slow, and it seemed that he could only breathe out but not in.She hurriedly supported his face, breathing a sigh of relief for him.

His lips were cold, like the first mouthful of snow she tasted when she sneaked to Nanming Snow Mountain when she was young.

His breath was so weak that she could hardly feel it, and she didn't care what it felt like to rub his lips again.She was about to lose her immortal power for him again when she felt a slap on the back of her head.

Someone actually approached her silently?

Is her vigilance too low, or is the mana too high?

Fu Xu turned her head as if facing an enemy, and the moment she saw the face of the visitor, her eyes widened in shock.

***

Yu Qian pressed his abdomen tightly with his right hand, dragged his legs, and walked slowly in the dense and lush woods.

The front of the gray robe had already been soaked with blood, and the hem was also mottled with blood, but blood still dripped from between his fingers, along the back of his hand, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Not far away, but he no longer has the strength to move forward.

Holding on to the tree beside him, he spat out a mouthful of blood.Leaning against the tree trunk as if exhausted, he slowly slid down.

His body was getting colder and colder, and the wound was still bleeding, but he closed his eyes as if giving up on himself, letting the not-so-warm sunshine shine on his cold eyelids and on his numb wound.

If you just die like this, is it a relief?

God made evil—he couldn’t help laughing when the word suddenly popped up in his mind—when he really committed evil, he never received retribution; and every time he had the idea of ​​being a good monster, he didn’t end well.

Father, aunt, uncle, Fengjun, God of War...and the god who took him away, taught him the exercises, but died at his hands in the end.

Their faces flashed before his eyes one by one, and many things that he had deliberately forgotten flooded into his mind like a flood.

Pain in his temple made him frowned.

Whenever he thinks back on what happened when he was a child, he will have such a splitting headache.

Forget it—he thought wearily, it's all in the past anyway.Those things he has done and the people he has hurt are all in the past.

Falling down along the trunk, he curled up his body and lay quietly under the tree.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyelids could no longer feel the temperature of the sun, and when he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly heard footsteps.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching, obviously coming towards him.Yu Qian cheered up, moved his fingers slightly, and pinched a formula on his fingertips.

The footsteps of the person coming were light and fast, it must be a woman.

The woman walked up to him, leaned down, and gave him a slight push: "Hey? How are you?"

Her voice is like the light rain in June, lingling and pleasant to the ears.

Seeing him not moving, she became a little anxious.Putting down the things on her shoulders, she held him into her arms, and sniffed his breath.

Sensing that she was not hostile, Yu Qian secretly let go of her finger, but for some unknown reason, she didn't move.

Seeing that he was still breathing, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but then she sighed deeply again: "But how can I take you back?" After thinking about it, and looking around, she gently touched him Let go, get up and leave.

The sound of her leaving footsteps was as brisk as when she came, Yuqian felt a little lost when she heard the sound gradually going away.

He sneered in his heart, and slowly opened his eyes, only in time to see the woman wearing a light green dress.

He braced his arms, gritted his teeth and stood up without stopping, staggering towards the opposite direction of the woman.

But maybe it was because of the long rest, the injuries on his abdomen and legs became more unbearable as time passed.After a few steps, the injured leg gave way, and he fell down again.

This time, his consciousness could no longer hold on.

***

late at night.

Almost every household in Xiqi City fell into silence, except for the prime minister's mansion which was still brightly lit.

Fu Xu sat on the steps in front of Yang Jian's room, letting Yun Yu apply the medicated oil for her.

"Hiss..." Fu Xu gasped, looking at the blue and purple arms, he couldn't help feeling wronged.

Thinking that she was a generation of Fengjun, she was a majestic and majestic fairy when she said it, but it would be too embarrassing to be beaten like this.

"Hey, take it easy! It hurts..." The pain yelled repeatedly, and Fu Xu wrinkled his face, looking as pitiful as he could be.

Yun Yu seemed to be very distressed, but it seemed that there was a snickering mixed in with this distress... She exhaled lightly, and gently rubbed her wound with her fingertips: "Feng... Ah Fu, it's cool and windy at night , shall we go back?"

Fu Xu shook his head, his face became serious, and he said seriously: "He hasn't woken up yet."

"But Daoist Lu Ya and Daoist Yuding are both in the room, and they will definitely be able to save them. We just sit here, we can't help at all, and there is no way."

"I just want to wait for Lu to pressure them to come out." Fu Xu withdrew his arm, turned his head to look at the door, his voice was full of worry, "If he's injured too badly and they can't do anything, I'll take him back..." She He stopped talking, and smiled wryly, "Forget it, don't try to persuade me."

Fu Xu straightened his sleeves, stood up, and said without any refusal: "Go back, I'll wait here, there is no need to apply medicine to the wound."

Yun Yu seemed to be about to say something, but she had already turned around.

Yun Yu had no choice but to pack up his things and leave.As she turned the corner, she saw a person rushing towards her in a hurry, knocking her sideways.The man stretched out his arms to bring her back, and before he could apologize, he hurriedly ran towards Yang Jian's room.

Yun Yu looked at Nezha who was passing by like the wind in wonder, and shook his head.

What's wrong with these people today?One is more urgent than the other.

As soon as Ne Zha turned the corner, he saw Fu Xu standing alone in front of the door.He swallowed and coughed heavily.

As soon as the words finished, Fu Xu turned his head slightly, raised a finger to his lips, and gave a soft "shush": "Don't make noise."

Nezha lowered his head, rubbed his face apologetically, and said vaguely, "Ah Fu, stop standing here, you are also wounded."

"I'm worried." She looked a little lonely.

"However, why are you here?"

Nezha looked up at her secretly, and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"..." Fu Xu waved his hand impatiently, "Why are you so weird? You want to play with Huang Tianhua, don't bother me, I'm getting irritable right now."

Nezha looked bitter and bitter, and said: "I... the two elder brothers and I went to Qishan to look for you with Senior Brother Yang today, and we left together. But on the way back, Senior Brother suddenly said that he wanted to I can't figure out one thing, let us go first, he went back to have a look. But we didn't find you after searching for a whole day, so we didn't take it to heart. If I knew, I should have gone back with him...you scold me , You can hit me too."

Fu Xu looked at him steadily for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

She patted Nezha on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's so late, go back and rest."

"you……"

"It's also fortunate that you didn't come here, so I can know..."

Only then can he know that he cares about her so much.

She didn't finish her sentence, but Nezha suddenly understood what she meant.

Nezha wanted to say something, but at this moment, the door was pulled open from the inside.A young daoist with outstanding demeanor and elegant demeanor walks out of the door.When Fu Xu saw him, his eyes lit up, and he forgot that she should salute first, so he hurriedly said, "How is he? Is he awake?"

Lu Ya looked at her hand grabbing his arm, raised an eyebrow, and pretended to be deep: "He..."

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself."

As soon as Lu Ya opened his mouth and uttered a monosyllable, Fu Xu chose to ignore him.

But before she got close to the threshold, he pulled her back by his arm.

"Ah, it hurts!" Fu Xu screamed, pulled back his arm, and rubbed his wound.

"He's fine, so you don't have to worry. He needs to recuperate right now, so it's better not to go in and disturb him." A faint voice sounded from above her head, "However, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you didn't say anything when you saw me. Do you like it?"

Fu Xu was startled, and subconsciously glanced at Nezha - Nezha left without knowing when, and there was no sign of him.

"Follow me." Lu Ya took a step ahead.

Fu Xu couldn't help but looked back worriedly, but didn't see anything.

"Fuxu, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. You have grown up so much." He joked with a chuckle, "But although you are getting older, your appearance has not become so beautiful, and your skills are still so poor, and... Very promising, learned to move the heart."

Fu Xu was full of anger, rolled his eyes at him, and slapped his chest without hesitation.He sideways avoided, and took three steps back lightly: "Tsk tsk, my temper is still as irritable." He said and sighed pretendingly, "Nuwa is used to a loving mother who loses her children." Thinking of Fu Looking at the childish things that Xu did when he was a child, and looking at this decent fairy in front of him, he was filled with emotion for a while.

Fu Xu stomped his feet in anger, knowing that he couldn't beat him in terms of lip service, and resigned himself to his fate, "Little uncle, why did you come?"

Speaking of Daoist Lu Ya, no one in the fairy world knows that he is a "loose fairy".

But that's what he calls himself.

But this Sanxian is not that Sanxian, and so far no one has dared to treat him as a nobody.Because he is a true immortal who was born since Pangu opened up the world, no one knows how deep his Taoism has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

For example—her fake body, even the Taoist Burning Lamp and the Twelve Immortals couldn't see it, but Lu Ya saw it through at a glance.

When Fu Xu was young, for a period of time, Lu Ya used to nest in Wa Palace to recuperate from his injuries.

Nuwa Empress is busy with affairs, and Bixia Caiyun is also running around, so it is impossible for him to tease those silly children.I was so idle, the only pleasure I had every day was to hunt birds and fish with Fuxu.

Later, when Empress Nuwa discovered that Fuxu's skills had plummeted and his ability to make trouble and sabotage improved, he had already slipped away.

He was used to being carefree, and his traces were always elusive, but now that he appeared at the foot of Xiqi Mountain, he happened to bring the two of them back "smoothly", which was really unpredictable for her.

Lu Ya said, "Of course I came here to do business."

Fu Xu squinted at him: "Are you busy?"

"Saving your lover, isn't it a serious matter?"

Fu Xu bowed to him expressionlessly: "Then I really have to thank little uncle."

Lu Ya laughed out loud, as if she felt a sense of accomplishment every time she got angry.

Without looking at her almost wrinkled face, he didn't say slowly until he had laughed enough, "I'm here to help them solve their big trouble."

"What's the big trouble?" Fu Xu asked suspiciously.

"You'll know in a few days." He curled his lips slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he seemed more and more unpredictable.

A gust of cool wind blew, Fu Xu hugged his arms and shivered.

The author has something to say:

The identity of the fairy in the stupid composition is partly based on various materials, and partly fabricated by myself, so don't take it seriously~