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The snow stopped during the night.

The strong wind blows away the clouds, and the moon hangs like a scimitar on the distant mountain, as if it wants to cut off the mountain peak.

A figure stepped on the snow, the snow was very deep, and the raised rocks were covered under the snow to form white snowdrifts.The pale moonlight reflected on the snow, as if splitting the night.

The traces on the snow are very light.This figure seemed to be a hallucination, it was just an ancient soul that died desolately on the snow mountain.

The trees on the mountain gradually become dense, and the vigorous pine trees support the snow, like a silent warrior quietly guarding the Yunji Mountain in the dark, and watching the familiar and unfamiliar visitors.

Across this forest is Qimen.

In order to prevent ordinary people from looking for or straying into Qimen, the arrangement of trees and stones in this forest are very particular. Without the guidance of Qimen people, it is almost impossible to enter. They will only be guided to the main road when they arrive. .

Moreover, the lighting in the forest is not good, and there are few wild animals, even hunters seldom set foot there.

But this figure walked in with ease.

The last moonlight clung to his face as if to hold him back, revealing a handsome and cool face.

It was Qi Shu.

The lights in the study were still on.

Even though electric appliances are very popular now, this room still maintains the appearance of hundreds of years ago, without chandeliers, without TV, without any modern atmosphere.

The pattern of pagodas on the beech wood desk overlaps like mountains. It is slightly reddish due to the age of the wood. Under the illumination of the lamp, it seems that blood is flowing slowly. The paint on the pillars has been mottled, and the orchids carved on the beams are also incomplete. blade.

The thin middle-aged man sat upright at the desk.

He held a book in his fingers, which was a fragmentary copy, about flying with a sword, which had no learning value in the Dharma-ending era, and could only be used as a recreational reading material.

However, for such a fragmented scroll, he searched for it for a long time, and it was not until Xichuan that he found it in a family of a family of ghost hunters who had fallen into disrepair.

Although by the time it was found, the book had lost its original purpose.

After many years, he dug out this fragment again.

The lights flickered, and Yazi on the beam seemed to blink.

The middle-aged man seemed to be awakened by the fire, and he slowly wiped the dust off the book with his other hand.

After all, it was not opened.

He held the book close to the burning lamp.

The fragments were engulfed in flames in the air.The man took a long breath, he couldn't tell whether he was relaxed or tired, as if something disappeared along with the fragments.

The world is impermanent.

He sighed lightly.

The flames were extinguished, and the room returned to its original darkness.A lamp is like a bean, and time seems to be burning in this old wooden house, with a special, indescribably old atmosphere.

There was a click.Like the night wind blowing, the sound of the door knocking gently in the door frame.In winter nights, he often heard such voices.After all, the wooden house is very old, and the old house always has such a sound, creaking, like an unwilling protest and like a weak man.

The sitting middle-aged man raised his head.

Thin cheeks, sternness and solemnity crawled in every wrinkle of him.The bridge of the nose protrudes like a mountain in this not-so-fertile land.

The person who came was tall and tall, and his complexion was like unmelted snow on the top of a towering mountain.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the person who came here is three points similar to the middle-aged man sitting in front of the case.They both have the same high, straight nose bridge.

It's just that time has spent this similarity.

No one spoke.

It started snowing again on Yunji Mountain.The wind on the mountain is strong, and a cloud is a kind of weather.

The snow was mixed with the wind and squeezed in through the open door, half of it fell on the young man's back, and the other half went deeper and fell to the ground.

Some floated onto the face of the middle-aged man.

very light.

But when it melted, it was a thrilling cold.

The middle-aged man withdrew his blank gaze.In an instant, he seemed to see the eldest brother who was always upright and gentle two or thirty years ago.

Yet he knew it was impossible.

The young man in front of him had a face he was extremely familiar with.

In fact, it shouldn't be so familiar. He hasn't seen this face for 14 years.What's more, the youth at that time hadn't bloomed yet, but at the age of ten, the cheeks still had the unique childishness and roundness between children and teenagers.

But this face often appeared before his eyes.

dreaming.

Or waking up in the dark at midnight.

Not guilt, regret, or fear.

Just remember.

That's it.

There was nothing wrong with him.Qi Cijiu lowered his eyes.

He is neither the wielder nor the planner.

The coolness of the wind and snow permeated his lungs, and the middle-aged man coughed lightly, unexpectedly bringing out a series of unstoppable coughing sounds.

After a long while, he breathed smoothly and said, "You shouldn't have come back."

The young man stood silently, the snow outside the window covered the sky, and the sharp moon was buried in layers of snow.

Much like that night.His eyes drifted out of the window.

"Are you coming back for revenge?" Qi Cijiu asked, his voice was rarely patient and gentle.

"You should know that it is Qimen's mercy that allowed you to live to this age." His words were not wrong.After making the prophecy, more than half of the elders in Qimen acquiesced to Qi Shu's death.

Babies are always vulnerable.A cold, fever, and eating the wrong food can kill him.

If it weren't for Qi Sixou and Shen Congxue's efforts to protect him, Qi Shu would not have survived his first birthday.Afterwards, the treasures of heaven and earth that Qimen spent on him, not to mention the sect's most precious treasure, killing evil, but just the pills for dispelling Yin Qi, were by no means a small amount.

So Qi Shu actually didn't hate Qimen.Even after Qimen's pursuit and more than ten years of incognito life did not give him the idea of ​​revenge against Qimen.

He hated the place and the people, but not hate.All it does is to claim back what it has given.

His only enemy is Gou Yun.

Qi Shu curled up Yin Qi with his right hand and closed the door and window.The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the clothes cannot be wet.He has to go back.

Thinking of the person sleeping soundly in the hotel, Qi Shu finally said, "Don't bother me again."

"I have no intention of being the Lord of Qimen." He looked straight into the eyes of the middle-aged man, "After killing Gouyun, I will return Kill Xie."

He has no nostalgia for the sword that everyone fears and covets in his body.It was originally the Qimen Zongbao, but he is no longer a member of Qimen, so if he repays it, he will repay it.

Qi Sijiu stared at Qi Shu with deep eyes, Qi Shu had already brushed off the snow from his shoulders and was about to leave.

The moment Qi Shu had turned around and opened the door, a sigh came from behind: "Shu'er, have you ever wondered why you hate Gouyun so much?"

Why do you hate Gouyun?

Because he is his container?

Because Gou Yun once manipulated him?

Because of this prophecy, his family was ruined?

and many more.

Manipulated him...?

The family is broken...?

His mother died because of the backlash of the prophecy.

But what about his father?

There was never a memory of how his father died in his mind.

He seemed to have broken into the basement that had been sealed off for many years. The overwhelming dust made him unable to breathe. Qi Shu closed his eyes, and the dusty picture gradually emerged.

Why did he appear in the heavy snow 14 years ago?

ancestral hall.

Blood on hands.

Knocked down candle.

Who fell to the ground?

The person wearing the blue robe is the inner disciple of Qimen, the side branch of Qimen, called...

It's called Qi Huan.

Why is he here?

Because the two of them fought, both of them were kneeling as punishment.

Who else?

A pair of boots began to be pictured in my mind.

Black boots.

And above that is the white hem.

Very simple style, slightly yellowed, although it is not damaged, although the owner loves it very much, but traces of use can still be seen, this is a very old dress, because of the yellowing, the pattern on it becomes more obvious—— —a messy, incomprehensible pattern embroidered with silver thread.

But Qi Shu knew.

The messy thread is embroidered with snow.

Cong Xue.

his mother's name.

Cong Xue has passed away for many years, and there is only one person who can wear this.

That is his father - Qi Sixou.

He had a dagger stuck in his chest.The blood on the white clothes is like a rose on a sword.

The man covers his eyes.

"Excuse me, forget about all of this." The man's voice was so gentle, as mellow as ever, without any trembling in his voice, but Qi Shu knew that he was in pain, "It's not your fault."

Qi Shu's eyes became darker and darker.

He felt someone hug him.

Yes……

Is it father?

But there was no heartbeat in my ears.

He heard a bang, something fell, and then a beep, beep, beep, fire.

Then, he couldn't hear anything.

Qi Shu's hand on the wooden door became tighter and tighter, the wooden door creaked unbearably, and finally, the wooden door shattered.

The sharp sawdust pierced into Qi Shu's palm, but he felt no pain at all.

He looked down and saw his blood-stained hands.

How many bloods have these hands been stained with?

Xie Siyi.Hu looked at the mountain.Qi Huan.besides……

His father.

He remembered.

Gou Yun possessed himself twice in total.

For the first time, he was driven away by the killing evil.

The second time was in the ancestral hall.When he was fighting with Qi Huan, he attached to him.

Then he killed Qi Huan and sent the dagger into his father's chest.

Qi Shu is like a bystander, looking at the picture in his memory from a distance.

Seeing his own body holding a dagger and inserting it into Qi Huan's throat, when he pulled it out, the blood was like a lit firework, splashing on the dark beams, as if painted with red paint.

He was unprepared when it penetrated his father's chest.The hard and broad chest in memory was easily pierced by a dagger.

He even knew how to change the angle of the dagger to avoid the ribs, so skillfully.

Then the young Qi Shu woke up.

Fear, panic, pain.

Qi Shu closed his eyes.

His memory has been muddled by his father's spells and his subconscious cowardice of fear.He always thought that the bloody hands were the image that appeared when he possessed for the first time.

He guessed that he had killed someone.

But who was killed and where was killed, but he had no memory.He thought it was because of the incomplete memory when possessing.

original……

original!

Qi Shu's chest began to tremble, and a hoarse and terrifying laugh came out of his throat.

Why does he hate Gouyun!Because of revenge for killing my father!

Why does he hate himself?Because of revenge for killing my father!

Gou Yun wants to catch people's evil thoughts when he bends down.If he hadn't had a dispute with Qi Huan and then used force, Gou Yun would not have been able to take advantage of it.

He is not innocent, he is also a murderer.

Blood mist flooded into Qi Shu's eyes, and the whole room was covered with blood.

Through the blood mist, he watched his hands wrap around Qi Cijiu's neck.

And this thin middle-aged man still has a serious and upright expression, without any waves.

He didn't even hold Qi Shu's wrist to beg for a breath of air - like all chokeholds do.

Qi Cijiu just said calmly, "Do you want to kill me, just like you killed your father?"

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Quack: Running around naked every day.The problem is that QAQ's suffocating hand speed can't be finished in a day.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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