break the way [comprehension]

The sky was dim and unclear, and it seemed that even in this heavy palace restriction, there was a feeling of death that was so thick and heavy that it could not be dispelled.

Suddenly, there was a sound of brushing, as if the curtain of the sky was lifted heavily by someone, the heavy curtain was ripped open, and the skylight poured in, reflecting the withered and decayed body on the bed.

It seemed that it was difficult to sleep because of this light, the body moved its eyelids with great effort, even though it had tried its best, it only opened a gap between the eyelids at a slow and heart-wrenching speed, and it seemed that it could not adapt to it. Generally close slowly, if it wasn't for this tiny and strenuous movement between the eyelashes, it would almost make people think that the dragon bed is just a corpse.

Du Ziteng stood by the window, and by the light of the day, he could vaguely see everything outside the palace walls, the thriving factory where resources could almost be heard flowing, the row upon row of bustling shops on the edge of the factory, the noisy and happy streets. Then he turned around and looked at the body on the dragon bed that was only breathing out. The prosperity of the empire seemed to have sucked out all the vitality in this body.

Can those people enjoying this unprecedented happy life on the bustling streets understand that all their prosperity today is built on this rotten body?

Not long after Du Ziteng's arrival, Song Mingjun also arrived. Is this also a different way to the same goal?

After all, as a monk, Du Ziteng could come and go freely, and if Ding Guogong of the Yuan Kingdom suddenly appeared without being inspected by the palace ban, it would be unreasonable anyway.

But now, seeing the body that could no longer recognize the facial features and exude the aura of decay, Song Mingjun seemed to have broken through some shackles, and hurried forward. When he came to the bed, he forced himself to slow down and walk lightly. , as if afraid of the wind that would disturb the people on the bed.

Standing aside, Du Ziteng clearly saw how Duke Ding forced himself to restrain all anxiety and despair in front of the dragon couch, leaving only a calm and loving face.

"Ah Zhuo? But the sun is too strong, uncomfortable?"

Song Mingjun only quietly moved his body to shield him from the direct sunlight, and stared at the other party with focused and soft eyes.

Emperor Yuan's lips moved slightly on the dragon couch. If it wasn't for Du Ziteng's superb eyesight as a monk, he might not have noticed it, but Song Mingjun said softly:

"It's all right, everything is fine in the hall, nothing major happened, Mr. Du came to see you today, really."

Emperor Yuan's eyes were deeply sunken, and Du Ziteng couldn't read anything from his extremely shriveled face, but Song Mingjun miraculously completed the conversation with him:

"Shh, Ah Zhuo, let's not mention the will, okay?"

There was an involuntary pleading in these words.

For some reason, this kind of Song Mingjun is too inconsistent with Du Ziteng's impression. Perhaps for ordinary people, more than half of their lives have already passed, but for monks, ten years of acquaintance can only be seen in the blink of an eye. Whether it is the young general who was ambitious and tried to control everything, or the Duke Ding who is under one man and over ten thousand people, the vividness in his impression has not faded.

And the man in front of him whose mask was torn apart by an imminent death was so strange, so strange that Du Ziteng felt absurd.

Is this really that Song Mingjun?

But at this time, Ding Guogong seemed to have regarded Du Ziteng as non-existent, and continued to communicate only through the slightest movements of Emperor Yuan:

"Yes, that child is fine...his mother clan? It doesn't matter, Ah Zhuo, you don't have to worry about it, I will take care of everything."

"Queen? The queen is fine in the harem. Don't worry, I won't touch a woman. Hush, Ah Zhuo, it's just me and you. Let's not mention others, okay? Do you remember the Shanlihong tree in Prince An's Mansion? That's right. When you were young, you clung to the tree you insisted on eating. It was next to Youfang Garden in the southwest corner. Do you still remember it? How old were you at that time? Were you seven or eight years old? The two of us secretly climbed up to be known by His Highness Yes, I copied the book for a whole month... A few days ago, I asked them to move the tree outside the temple. As soon as you recover from illness, we will go out and have a look. The tree is now covered with Shanlihong and red lanterns Generally, you must like it..."

Emperor Yuan, who couldn't even speak on the dragon couch, couldn't help but twitched his mouth slightly, vaguely as if it was a smile.

Amid all the incompatible chatter with Duke Ding, Emperor Yuan, who was awakened by Du Ziteng, gradually calmed down.

Then, Duke Ding's mood seemed to calm down gradually. In this kind of daily life, he skillfully moistened Emperor Yuan's lips with a cloth towel dipped in water, and gently massaged his body. After taking care of him for a while, It wasn't until Emperor Yuan fell into a deep sleep again that he seemed to realize Du Ziteng's existence.

But Du Ziteng was not too impatient with the daily life between the two of them. Instead, he found a chair at the side and sat down quietly, waiting.

Probably because Emperor Yuan was by his side, the desperate man seemed to be far away from him, so he just said to Du Ziteng calmly:

"Mr. Du, if we meet each other once, the Yuan Kingdom will be of great use to you, right? Please save Your Majesty."

When he said this, his fingers that were lightly holding Emperor Yuan's wrist were trembling slightly.

At this moment, it was hard for Du Ziteng to say what kind of considerations he had. Even if he was an ordinary person, if he met him, he would definitely not stand idly by. He showed a harsh smile: "Save? Why?"

Duke Ding was silent for a long while before slowly saying: "Perhaps for a monk like you, your Majesty and I are both mortals, so what's the point? But, I think other monks are unwilling to reveal their traces to the mortal world. You are running in the opposite direction, there must be a reason for this, my Yuan Kingdom is at least somewhat useful to you, right?"

"Your Majesty has always been thinking about the various measures you have implemented and implemented them with all your strength. As long as you can save Your Majesty, you will be the great benefactor of our Yuan Kingdom..."

But Du Ziteng interrupted him and said, "Even if the Emperor Yuan is not around, I still have ways to convince my successor!"

Song Mingjun was silent. He knew that what Du Ziteng said was right. Everything about the cultivation world was spreading in the Yuan Kingdom, and the common people admired it. His successor must also be well aware of the pros and cons of cooperating with the cultivation world. Tighten Du Ziteng's thigh.

At this moment, Ding Guogong, who had been in trouble all his life as a soldier and horse, found desperately that in front of such a monk who pursued the way of longevity, even if he had the power to dominate the country, he could have very few bargaining chips.

But Du Ziteng said: "Don't say these things are useless." Du Ziteng looked into Song Mingjun's eyes firmly: "Give me a reason why you want to save Emperor Yuan, and only talk about the most important one." Everything made me so confused and confused, as if something was about to come out but I was afraid to touch it.

Song Mingjun was taken aback, then pulled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes involuntarily returned to the person on the couch who might stop breathing at any time, as if at this moment, time had flown back a long time ago:

"For so many years, Mr. Xiao once asked me a sentence that has been echoing in my heart repeatedly," Song Mingjun was lost in thought, his eyes full of pain and confusion: "On the day of the incident, Mr. Xiao once asked me: 'What is wrong with this incident? Don't you regret it?" Now that I think about it, Mr. Xiao really deserves to be a true immortal. Perhaps in his foresight, everything today is already doomed... I regret it... I regret it a long time ago... If that day, I don't ask for anything , only take A Zhuo to escape to another country, maybe everything will be different."

"A Zhuo obviously has no ambitions, and I don't want any world. It's me who wants to achieve unworldly feats. It's me who forces him to learn the so-called king's skills in the name of calming the world. It's me who forces him to avenge his father. I personally killed my uncle step by step... I was the one who forced him to marry a woman he didn't love in the name of righteousness... I regret it, I regret it a long time ago, over the past ten years, day by day Every night, there is not a day when I don’t regret it. I watched him sit in the court, thinking hard but never really showed his face. I watched him raise eyebrows with the queen but always respect each other. I watched him step by step and force himself to be the wisest man. The king of the past, but I will never find the old A Zhuo again... I really regret it."

The man who was respected by the people of the Yuan Kingdom as the Duke of the State said in a hoarse voice in the frenzy of pain: "What does it matter to me whether the people in this world live or die? Tired and overwhelmed, there are always evil thoughts gnawing at my heart all the time: I wish I could raise my sword and burn, kill, loot and burn the world, but I...do not dare after all, I am afraid that Ah Zhuo will be unhappy... "

"For more than ten years, I have been fighting like this all the time, almost going crazy. For a moment, I thought that I could see him in the court like this, and I felt happy, and I had no other thoughts, and I was doing this shit conscientiously. Duke; for a moment I saw him standing side by side with the queen and wanted to overthrow the world and kill him. I took him away from everything, only the two of us and nothing else... The confusion and entanglement gnawed at my heart day and night , I heard that some of you monks have gone mad? Oh, speaking of it, I’m afraid I’ve already gone mad..."

Then, the Duke Ding, who had been talking nonsense for a long time, raised his head bloodshot and smiled at Du Ziteng: "You ask me for a reason? Ah Zhuo is the love of my life, Song Mingjun. For him, I am willing to withdraw my troops and rein in my horse. A Duke of Dingguo, for him I also want to slaughter the whole world and set it on fire... Is this reason enough?"

The love of my life?

It seems that something is churning and turbulent in the heart, it seems that something that has been vaguely pierced by this sudden defenseless voice, it seems...

At this moment, Du Ziteng felt that his breathing was severely suffocated, he couldn't help closing his eyes, it seemed that too many things rushed into his heart, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, emotions, and six desires, the dantian that had been silent for a long time seemed to be caught off guard All the emotions came crashing down, causing the spiritual power in his meridians to collide uncontrollably.

After a long while, Du Ziteng calmed down and said, "The love of my life?"

At this moment, Ding Guogong, who seemed to have nothing to hide, said bluntly: "Yes, the love of this life. If you are willing to save Ah Zhuo, I have decided to spend the rest of my life treating him well and making up for all the shortcomings in the past. Can't..." He seemed to have really thought about it, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face: "I will definitely arrange everything and share the same tomb with A Zhuo. Huangquanbiluo, wherever A Zhuo goes, I will go there .”

In Ding Guogong's view, the expression on the face of this monk who has been thinking mysteriously is a little unpredictable.

Then he heard a sentence: "I can save him."

At this moment, Duke Ding, who was not changed by the landslide, couldn't help being ecstatic: "Thank you..."

However, Du Ziteng interrupted his thank you: "I also said something first, do you regret saving him?"

This familiar question made Song Mingjun startled: "Mr. Du, what do you mean?"

The monk just said indifferently: "The vitality in Emperor Yuan's body is cut off, and it is difficult to continue the vitality. Naturally, the best way is to introduce vitality to regenerate the vitality. It is not troublesome to say the least. You only need to introduce spiritual energy into the body to stabilize the original essence, and re-cultivate the body. Can."

Song Mingjun only listened carefully, and it sounded like he had a lot to do, so he couldn't help but get excited. He even began to think, God, as long as A Zhuo is returned to him, he will... he must make up for it, and live up to the rest of his life.

However, the monk's words have a follow-up: "If you have spiritual roots, you can't do it if you have spiritual roots, otherwise you will explode and die. Going on the road, will you be separated from immortals? You, don't you regret it?"

Song Mingjun was stunned.

If Ah Zhuo is rescued, he will be as high as the monk in front of him from now on?Youthful appearance unchanged for more than ten years?Possesses the power to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth? ...From then on, he will be separated from his immortal world?

If too many misunderstandings and gaps caused by ignorance and recklessness in youth can be made up with time and sincerity, then such a terrifying gap between immortals and mortals obviously cannot be easily bridged.

If so, would he still save A Zhuo?

The ecstatic light in Duke Dingguo's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, please save Ah Zhuo..."

There was a strange expression in the monk's eyes: "Even if he wakes up, he is already a monk?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"..."

Song Mingjun could only respond in silence, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "After Ah Zhuo wakes up, I will go up and ask myself to guard the border. It's all forgotten..."

When the voice arrived later, it was already too low to be heard.

"No..." This is not a voice, but a forced mouth shape accompanied by a breath.In the vague panting that was so heavy and slow that it might be interrupted at any time, the king who didn't know when he woke up had muddy water in his deep eyes.

The emperor, who had been soft-tempered most of his life, actually showed a rare determination in his life when he was dying. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he said word by word: "Jun Brother, I, no, want to."

As if shocked and moved by this title that he hadn't heard in a long time, and as if he was inexplicably heartbroken by the determination of the king, Song Mingjun bent down and hugged this skinny body tightly, and couldn't help but choked with tears and said: "Ah! Zhuo, be obedient, be obedient, let me see you more, see you more."

Emperor Yuan couldn't help hugging this fiery and stirring soul tightly, and his breasts were also wet with tears. As early as when he was ignorant and young, he understood his intentions earlier than this person: "...you didn't force me Mine, Jiangshan is what I want to fight, uncle was killed by me, not by you, I never blamed you..."

It's me, who likes to see you galloping on the battlefield, and that's the reason why I want this picturesque country so selfishly.

In such bitter and sweet murmurs, the pair of supreme monarchs and ministers finally stumbled together after spending half their lives, but they didn't realize that the Yuan Emperor, who was already exhausted, was growing spiritually. , although the breath is short, it is gradually getting stronger...

But Du Ziteng behind all this has already quietly left. He never told the happy and sad Dingguo Duke that there was a Yimu Fengchun talisman that he planted on this king long ago, which was inherited from Miao Si. The academy was painted by real Helian himself. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, the talisman will be activated automatically, and it will be revived like a dead tree in spring.

And Du Ziteng just found a dilapidated and desolate temple in the capital, and sat cross-legged casually, not far away was the world of mortals and thousands of purple streets, all disturbances seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, which was hard to disturb.Can

The pair of lovers who finally broke through the barrier of most of their lives, crying and laughing, still made him unable to let go. Perhaps, using lovers to describe the ups and downs of their life, life and death would be too frivolous.

Du Ziteng watched the commotion not far away, dazed.

There are children next door with bamboo horses around their knees, innocent and innocent just because of his sweet words, and their hearts are full of joy. There are old people with full hair and hair, who can tell each other's warmth without words, and there are also hawker couples who carry food. , while he was busy, he did not forget to serve the other party's favorite sweet soup and hang it aside, I only hope that he can relieve his fatigue...

Jin Nuzi's words echoed in my ears again: "It's a long journey, there are so many mysteries, I can't give you an answer, but, young master, if there is someone who can affect your mood and make you unable to let go, There's always a reason, right?"

It turns out...it turned out to be like this.

It turns out... this is the answer.

After being shattered by so many things, and asking around for so long, Du Ziteng finally understood.

Suddenly a sentence came to my mind unexpectedly, lovesickness will only happen if you are not born with lovesickness, and it will hurt lovesickness.The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer.

"Depend on."

In this purple world of mortals, Du Ziteng was so soured that he couldn't bear it, and there was a tired and lazy smile on his face, but why, in a certain part of his heart, there was an uncontrollable joy and an uncontrollable bitterness.

It turned out that I had just been slow and ignorant.

Scratching his hair, Young Master Du rested his chin in distress: How did he get himself into this situation?How could he really take a fancy to such a jerk.

Mingming and the other party are not like the Duke of Ding and Emperor Yuan, they are deeply in love and have been entangled for many years.

On the one hand, I cast aside myself, but why on the other side, those pictures are circling in my mind:

Maybe it's just that between my arrogant and unscrupulous actions, there is a tacit understanding and comfort that someone can discuss side by side...

Maybe it's just that in the face of the test between life and death, the other party is still able to act with heart...

Maybe it's just a few times of confrontation, you don't have to show mercy and you can be evenly matched...

More likely, after the other party left the customs, after the reckless alienation, the vague desire for monopoly that could not be suppressed but tried hard to suppress.

After thinking for a long time, Xiaoye Du finally came to a conclusion: it was all the fault of that bastard, if it was a girl, with his young master Du's brilliance and martial arts, he must have already found out what he wanted!It must not be that the young master is too slow!

Du Ziteng suddenly showed a smile, got up and brushed his clothes, and the next moment, he was back in the secret realm.

Unknowingly, or after realizing it, he was a little impatient, a little urgent, while laughing at himself that he seemed to be no different from those mortal boys, but on the other hand, this kind of throbbing that his mind was tied to by one person was there. A strange sweetness.

In the temporary head's residence, one second before Du Ziteng stepped in, Xiao Chen forced himself to restrain all floating emotions, and just sat in front of the desk flipping through the jade slips and said indifferently: "Why are you here?"

If it were someone else, just these four frosty words would be able to condense all the sweetness and throbbing into ice.

Then, Du Xiaoye, who felt that he had finally realized everything, suddenly felt that he had a sense of superiority in front of the bastard that I understand you don't, and then he keenly discovered that, Compared with Xiao Chen's usual resoluteness in dealing with affairs, it seems that when it comes to his own issues, he is so... stupid, and even does such stupid things that he refuses to cover up.

But I didn't feel much better, I actually felt: This guy's childish appearance, I don't even hate it...

Du Ziteng complained in his heart about what kind of peerless pit he had fallen into. Instead of saving himself, he happily sank deeper and deeper.

In the confusion of thoughts, Du Ziteng was unusually silent. After staring at Xiao Chen with a cup of tea, Xiao Chen asked again with a deliberately indifferent voice: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Zuo (zuo), who was [-] times more complicated than himself but insisted on a cold mask, Du Ziteng had an extremely absurd thought in his heart: he would actually think that this awkward guy also kind of cute...

Then in the next second, a sentence was blurted out: "Hey, my master has taken a fancy to you!"

Well, our handsome and unrestrained Yushu Linfeng, the wise and omnipotent Mr. Du, is just so domineering.