Envy

That night he drank a few cups of hot wine and talked about his youth.Most of them are small details of the past.Shen Gui's light boats and oars and the fragrance of light lotus, the two or three lines of poetry in the pages of the book, the flying swallows that can be seen when looking up, the sealed picture scroll, the person who can't be chased in dreams.

Lingzhi noticed that Yan Zhaohan was a little different from usual, his expression was always indifferent and alienated, making people afraid to approach him.At that time, there was a warm smile in his eyes, as warm as the peach red with rain and dew on the spring branches.

More in his eyes was relief, the relief of letting go of everything.

When Lingzhi was distracted, he heard him say: "Ling'er, when this matter is over, I will leave Xiqiu Palace. From then on, the matter of Xiqiu Palace will be entrusted to you."

She choked up and said, "Is Shaojun going to leave with Mr. Meng?"

"Yes."

After a while of silence, she asked, "Will Shaojun come back?"

He smiled gently: "I won't come back again."

He has already thought about the farthest future, staying in the small town outside Zhao Lincheng, until Meng Tou rides his horse to blow the snow.Afterwards, I washed away all the slaughter, collected my sword and went south, and traveled all over the mountains and rivers here with my old friend.

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The night before Mu Su sacrificed to send off the undead, the lights in Zhao Lin City were dim.It had just been a cold winter rain, and there were very few passers-by on the street, walking timidly.Beggars huddled in deep alleys.The restaurant closes the stalls and collects the flags.The aroma of wine drifting in the cold rain faded away.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, dispersing in the cold air.

The fireworks alley is brightly lit.The snow-skinned and slender-waisted girl dances lightly in the church hall, her every frown and smile is charming and charming.The son of the aristocratic family shuttled under the bright light with a wine bottle, lying drunk in the gentle countryside.

Twilight was cold and quiet that night.Meng Tou finished the last file, put down his cinnabar pen, and suddenly heard a strong wind blowing outside the window.He opened the window, and the mountain wind with drizzle was blowing in his face.The courtyard was very cold, except for an old lantern hanging on the poplar tree, which was gradually blurred in the cold rain and mist.

When Meng Tou closed the window, he heard the clear sound of raindrops hitting the window.He rubbed the center of his brows, and read Yan Zhaohan's new letter before falling asleep.He knew that the man was waiting for him outside Zhao Lincheng.

There are only a few words in the letter, which is Yan Zhaohan's consistent style.The man wrote to the end of the letter and added a sentence "waiting for the king's return".

Meng Tou carefully folded the thin letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and put it under the pillow.He lay down on his side, imagining that the man was lying beside him, looking at him with watery eyes and thin red lips.This life seems to be so long.

He reached out to hold those empty hands, but naturally he couldn't hold anything.When he closed his eyes, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered "Sleep well".

Meng Tou fell asleep with the sound of wind and rain on his pillow, without dreams.

The mountain rain outside the window is about to fall, the branches in the mountains are swaying wildly in the cold wind, and the bamboo forest is connected into a blue sea.The beast howled.The wild spirits in the Infernal Prison were also howling in the valley, restless for a night.

It was about the second watch.Meng Tou was awakened from his sleep by a rapid knock on the door.

He put on his shirt and opened the door.A young disciple stood outside the door.

"Uncle Meng, something happened in Zhao Lincheng! Uncle Master told you to go to Qingjue Terrace immediately!"

Meng Tou didn't dare to think too much, put on his clothes and hurried to Qingjue Terrace.The lanterns in the Mushu Corridor were all hung up.All he saw along the way were disciples running in a hurry.Some disciples pulled on their shoes and put on their coats while running.The young disciples chatted in a hurry and rushed to Qingjuetai.

When he arrived at Qingjue Terrace, he saw that in addition to Mu Su's disciples, disciples of various sects who stayed in the mountain, there were also many people in the city.There was a lot of black and white, chattering and talking about each other.Several disciples are appeasing the people.

When Master Nishizawa saw him, he asked him to go over with a serious face.Only then did he learn from his uncle that Zhao Lincheng was full of corpses.

The three floors inside and outside the city gate were surrounded by corpses, and they couldn't escape at all.The city was already in chaos, some people were besieged in the city, some relied on Mu Su, and flocked up the mountain overnight to seek Mu Su's protection.

Uncle Xi Ze immediately ordered dozens of disciples to escort the people in Mu Suzhong to escape from Zhao Lincheng from the back mountain, and ordered the rest of the disciples to go down the mountain to rescue the people trapped in the city.Various sects also responded one after another and rescued Zhao Lin.

"Disciple Mu Su has no greed for life and fear of death, no fear of death, no fear of death. It is your destiny to protect the world!"

This was the last sentence Meng Tou heard from Uncle Nishizawa. It was powerful and sonorous, stirring people's blood.

Uncle Xi Ze led the disciples of various sects down the mountain.Meng Tou walked halfway up the mountain and raised his eyes to look into the distance.The night was too thick to melt, and there was no light in the sky.On the way ahead, some disciples were holding a beacon, shaking it, and the crowd meandered all the way to the foot of the mountain.His heart sank, and then he stepped down a stone step and followed the crowd.

He was awakened by the cold wind, and his thoughts were no longer chaotic.

When it poured into Zhao Lincheng, those cold mountain winds that made people shiver completely disappeared, and the city was full of dark green miasma.Through the miasma, you can see the walking dead on the empty streets.

Several daring disciples stepped forward first, beheading several corpses.Hei Buliuqiu's head rolled to his feet.Those corpses had no eyeballs, their bodies were emaciated, and they became silent all at once.

Meng Tou led his disciples from the south of the city to the north, beheading and killing corpses, and the journey was smooth.A few young disciples were a little timid at first, but gradually grew courageous, and dared to rush forward and swing their swords to kill the corpse.

They rescued some people trapped in the city and led them to the Town God's Temple in the center of the city.The Town God's Temple in Zhao Lin City can hold thousands of people. The disciples waiting there have already drawn barriers to meet the trapped people, and will send them out of Zhao Lin at dawn.

This journey was so smooth that Meng Tou felt a little uneasy.Apart from corpses and miasma, he didn't see anything wrong along the way.A person's figure kept appearing in his mind, the ghostly talent Su Chuo.Apart from this person, no one else has such ability.He looked around for Su Chuo, and also wanted to know if Jiang Yi was in Zhao Lin.

At this time, Jiang Yi was sitting on the top of the Minghe Tower, overlooking the whole city of Zhao Lin.There are half curtains hanging down on all sides, and the silver cranes in series make a crisp sound when they collide in the cold wind.He was wrapped in a brocade robe, holding a cup of cold tea in his hand.

The singers shivered in the cold wind, afraid of the man in front of them, afraid of Zhao Lincheng who was like a purgatory on earth, their voices became soft and hoarse like an oriole.The string of the pipa girl broke, and the singing disappeared for a while. The singers hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, shaking like chaff.

Jiang Yi focused on the corpses and the panicked people in the city, tapped his slender fingers on the railing, and didn't look back at them, just said: "Continue."

Then the silk and bamboo orchestra played again, and the singer sang the line about the subjugation of the country again.

"Jun Dao, mountains and rivers, bones mourn, where is the soul of the sword..."