[Comprehensive martial arts] Qin Xiu Muke

When the fire ignited into the sky, Ye Gucheng's body was lying on the pyre, gradually being swallowed by the flames.

In summer, the body is perishable, and after two days, accompanied by bursts of stench, Mu Ke, with tears in his eyes, agreed to cremate Ye Gucheng under the comfort of everyone.

There was lingering smoke in front of his eyes, and the unpleasant smell from the cremation of the corpse was in his nostrils. Mu Ke stood not far away, watching Ye Gucheng's corpse being eaten away by the flames with a blank expression.

Wang Lianhua originally thought that it would be very difficult for Mu Ke to accept the reality, but unexpectedly, on the third day, she had already returned to normal.

Eating normally, resting normally, it seems that Ye Gucheng's death did not change her life at all.

But the more calm she was, Wang Lianhua felt like the calm before the storm, and became more and more restless.

"Cry if you want, Mu Ke." Reaching out to hug him into his arms, Wang Lianhua patted his back to comfort him.

Mu Ke leaned on his shoulder, his gaze kept on the burning flame not far away, and he refused to look away for a long time.

"That night, when he came looking for me, he said that I had grown up."

What Mu Ke said about him was Ye Gucheng.

That night, she should have noticed the relief and relief that Ye Gucheng felt when he spoke.

It seems that the world has nothing to worry about.

Because she grew up, even without his care, Mu Ke could live well by herself, so he left so resolutely without the slightest hesitation.

Time is a cruel carving knife, which gradually changes the innocent child beyond recognition.

Mu Ke always felt that she was no longer a child, until the moment she faced death, she regretted it instead.

"I should tell him that I haven't grown up yet... I haven't, and I still need him." At the end, she leaned into Wang Lianhua's arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Wang Lianhua didn't speak, just hugged her like this, letting Mu Ke's tears pour out in her arms.

It was a few of them who came to see Ye Gucheng off. Ximen Chuuxue stood under a lush tree, his eyes fell on the fiery glow in the sky, and there was nothing in his eyes.

Something has quietly changed.

The person who changed more thoroughly than Mu Ke was Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng used his own death to become a peerless swordsman, until the moment of his death, Ye Gucheng was finally not lonely anymore.

Therefore, he left this loneliness to Ximen Chuuxue.

Without saying goodbye, the swordsman held a black scabbard sword in his hand, and his clothes fluttered lightly, walking away with the coldness all over his body.

……

When the flame burns out, the time of farewell finally arrives.

On this day, there was a heavy rain in Baoding City thousands of miles away. Li Xunhuan and Long Xiaoyun sat in the long pavilion, watching the lotus flowers spread their leaves to welcome the rain.

On the mountain outside Taiyuan City, the wind blows through the peach forest, with the rustling green leaves, and the small fruits rejoice along with it.

The black-clothed killer, who had fled for his life, leaned under the tree with a tired face, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the small building by the West Lake in Yangzhou, the imperial bamboo grass in the backyard has withered, leaving only a field of decayed grass.

There will be no snowfall in Yangzhou in summer, even if it waits until it snows in winter, the person who is packed in a small earthen jar will never wake up and come to see it with Mu Ke.

……

The carriage was driving slowly on the official road out of Beijing. The girl was sitting in the carriage with the urn in her arms, looking into the distance through the window.

Not far away, a golden robed swordsman stood with a sword in his hand, with the belief that he must die to avenge the ghost who died under Mu Ke's sword.

His sword is black and red, which is the entanglement of coagulated blood and thousands of innocent souls.

Even if they fall into the devil's way, even if they never return, the fools in this world will always fight for something.

……

When Mu Ke was covered with scars and almost covered with blood, the swordsman in golden robe fell to the ground and was staring at Mu Ke with his dead gray eyes.

"Even if it's for revenge, you shouldn't test the sword with so many lives."

The girl's sword pointed at his throat, and she spoke coldly.

Jing Wuming struggled to take out an ingot of gold from his bosom, and threw it at the girl's feet.

Immediately, his face, which was as numb as a corpse, suddenly grinned a terrifying smile.

"Do you know this thing?"

Mu Ke closed his eyes, his face was hidden in the long hair that hung down, making it impossible to distinguish the expressions.

"What about others?"

"Dead, I cut off my head with a sword, lying in the outskirts with no one to collect the body, let the birds and beasts eat."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly laughed out loud, and the shrill laughter resounded through the sky, but Jing Wuming's expression was uglier than crying.

"Everyone says that Goddess Wuxin has no heart. Can you feel the pain of heartache now? You said that I shouldn't use those tens of thousands of people to test the sword. If I were still alive, I would kill tens of thousands of people to be buried with him! "

He was talking movable type, but he straightened his neck and slammed into Mu Ke's sword.

Blood blossomed from the throat, and Jing Wuming fell to the ground straight, with a pair of dead gray eyes open lifelessly, reflecting the sky with white clouds floating.

Even though he was silent, his eyes were the same as before.

That's right, from the moment Shangguan Jinhong died, there was no more Jing Wuming in this world, and the rest was just a walking corpse.

Trembling, Mu Ke withdrew his two swords, but at the next moment, his vision went dark, and his consciousness also disappeared.

"Muke!"

Amidst Wang Lianhua's exclamation, she closed her eyes and fell into the mud, finally unconscious.

……

When they woke up again, they had already left the capital for thousands of miles. Mu Ke opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Wang Lianhua's haggard face.

It seemed that he had been sleepless for many days, his eyes were bloodshot, his beard was unshaven, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

He wanted to ask him what was wrong, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was terribly thirsty.

In the next second, she was pulled into the arms of the other party.

Wang Lianhua's hands were still trembling, Mu Ke couldn't see his expression, but could feel some warm liquid dripping on her face.

"You're awake, you're finally awake."

His voice was hoarse and terrible, and he couldn't hear the free and easy way in the past at all.

Closing her eyes and snuggling into his embrace, Mu Ke hugged her lover tightly back.

Wang Lianhua lowered her head to kiss her, the corners of her lips stained with tears meandered downwards from her eyebrows and eyes.

"I thought I was going to lose you." With red eyes, he couldn't help crying, repeating this sentence over and over again.

In the battle between Mu Ke and Jing Wuming, he couldn't help at all. He was severely injured by Jing Wuming from the very beginning, and almost died under the opponent's sword.

Jing Wuming's martial arts were tempered in the blood of thousands of people, even Mu Ke was no match for him.

If it wasn't for the change of wind direction at a critical moment, he threw a pack of poison at Jing Wuming, even Mu Ke might have died by the opponent's sword.

Fortunately... Fortunately, they still won this battle.

Reaching out to pat his back lightly, Mu Ke opened his lips and squeezed out a few hoarse syllables with difficulty.

"I'm ok……"

What responded to her was Wang Lianhua's lips pressed down suddenly, and a fiery and violent kiss.

He plundered her mouth crazily, until Mu Ke frowned in pain, and the other party barely stopped.

Leaning over to kiss his still wet eyelashes, Mu Ke said: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine now, I won't leave you."

……

When they returned to Feixian Island, it was already a month later, and they were greeted by a young man named Ye Guhong.

Mu Ke had seen him before, at that time he was always dressed in white, imitating Ximen Chuuxue's manner, and kept few words.

When they met again, he had matured a lot. He had taken off his plain white clothes and put on the fine clothes representing the city lord.

"you have grown up."

What Ye Gucheng said to Mu Ke at the beginning was finally returned to Ye Guhong by Mu Ke.

"Brother is gone, it's time for me to grow up too." After saying that, the young city lord already had tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Are you going to stay?" he asked choked up.

Seeing his appearance like this, Mu Ke smiled, but tears were already winding down his face.

"I should stay. He gave me the surname Ye. I am called Ye Muke now." After a pause, she raised her eyes, and a teardrop dripped from her wet eyelashes tremblingly.

"Can I call you brother?"

"Mu Ke... younger sister." Saying this, the young city lord suddenly broke down in tears, murmuring the word "sister" again and again.

That's right, Mu Ke didn't understand until now.

What she should have called Ye Gucheng was never the word "Master".

But...

Brother.

Looking at the face of the young city lord who resembled Ye Gucheng, Mu Ke's eyes were blurred.

In a daze, she recalled the day when she first arrived at Feixian Island, she was lying beside the rocks, letting the heavy rain drenched her body.

The swordsman in white stopped when he heard the sound, walked to her side and hugged her by the waist.

The rain is cold, and his clothes are also wet, but the beating heart in Ye Gucheng's chest is so powerful.

That was the first time Mu Ke realized that this is life.

The same person who taught him what life is, taught her what death is at the end.

Ye Guhong originally planned to let Mu Ke live in the city lord's mansion, but since he called him brother, he really regarded Mu Ke as his only family member.

Ke Muke refused.

She and Wang Lianhua bought a house in Feixian Island and settled down here.

It was originally expected to get married this month, but they pushed it to three years later.

Wang Lianhua set up a pastry shop in the city, and she worked at sunrise and returned at sunset.

There is no resurrection point in this world, the dead people can't come back, but they will always live in the girl's heart.

It turns out that life is always flat, there is no fast horse and river, and there is no indulgence in singing.

The flowers in Chang'an are not always invincible. Sometimes, even if you work hard, you can't catch up.

However, it is enough to have someone to accompany you until you grow old, to never leave, to go and return together.

The author has something to say: at the end of the main text, there will be a wedding episode and a Nanke episode.

Each of us is Mu Ke, and the relatives and friends who can't come back are Nan Ke, Nan Ke, Nan Ke, Nan Ke Yimeng.

I would like to use this document to give Jiansan the most beautiful 90s. I am the big brother of Dianba, the villain Miaomiao who beat up in Longmen. (Actually, I was beaten and begged for mercy.)