The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

34.

Gu Zhizhou and Fu Ziqiu were silent all the way, and they didn't seem to have a clear definition of "reconciliation" or not.

Say no, they hang out all day now, although they occasionally choke a few words, but this state is quite similar to when they had a good relationship in the past.

But if you want to say that the two of them got back together, you always feel that something is missing, like you forgot to put salt in the cooking, and you don’t wear a belt in your clothes, which is weird.

So at this time, they were very unanimous in keeping their mouths shut, for fear of accidentally puncturing the superficial calm they had so hard to maintain, and returning to their original form in embarrassment.

The two walked to the mountain pass, and the sharp sword Qi barrier outside the sword gate was very gentle when it touched them.

This enchantment is also a nostalgic master, it has been 100 years and I still remember Fu Ziqiu's breath.Usually when Huai Chu came to look for Gu Zhizhou, he screamed at being stabbed without a warrant, but he had no cover and no defense against Fu Ziqiu.

Gu Zhizhou felt uncomfortable, and his face was a bit ugly.Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the sword gate, he collided with a row of people on the opposite side.

Gu Zhizhou faltered, trying to pretend he didn't see it.

Fu Ziqiu Min | Very touched, finally broke the silence: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Gu Zhizhou said casually, "This way."

However, some people want to be selectively blind, and some people prefer to take the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun.

"Mr. Negative Xue, won't you explain what this means?"

Fu Ziqiu's ears were pricked up, feeling that this man's voice was so familiar.Immediately afterwards, several footsteps approached in front of him. It sounded like there were at least five or six people.

Fu Ziqiu probably guessed the identity of the visitor.

In the sword gate, Gu Zhizhou was called by his name directly, but he was not respected, and Gu Zhizhou wanted to hide when he saw it. Who else could there be except those uncivilized elders in Yulian Peak.

These people didn't like Gu Zhizhou in the past, they thought he was too perverse and domineering, and always found fault with him, looking for reasons to trouble him.Gu Zhizhou is also disobedient to discipline, and often yells at them: "Master doesn't even want to punish me, I can do whatever I like, what's none of your business?"

So this conflict accumulated day after day, and finally broke out completely after Gao Yanru's death.

Yesterday when Yue Lin came to look after him, Fu Ziqiu found out about the horrible things these elders had done.It's really embarrassing that Gu Zhizhou's violent temper can bear them until now.

Gu Zhizhou's face darkened, he looked at the elders who surrounded him, and said in a bad tone, "Get out of the way."

The leader was Elder Jingchou, who was in charge of Yulian Peak. Hearing this, his eyes widened: "Gu Zhizhou, see who you are talking to!"

Gu Zhizhou pressed his shoulders and let out a heavy breath: "I don't want to quarrel with you, let me go."

"It's okay to let you go there, first tell me what's going on with this person?" Elder Jingchou pointed to Fu Ziqiu: "If I remember correctly, he broke his sword and left the mountain 100 years ago."

The elders of Yulian Peak are notoriously old-fashioned and pedantic. In the past, they liked Fu Ziqiu so much that they almost regarded him as the future successor of Jianmen.Later, when Fu Ziqiu went down to the realm to become a Demon Lord, their high hopes were in vain, not to mention being angry.

Gu Zhizhou was poked at the sore spot, his eyelids jumped up, and he didn't want to say a word: "Fu Daoist is my guest."

"Guest? Him?"

"What?" Gu Zhizhou asked back: "When is Xu Yufeng not allowed to entertain guests?" He looked at the white-bearded old man on the far left: "Elder Jing Tan, has the little Chen Xingjun who came to your house as a guest gone back?"

Jing Tan frowned: "Gu Zhizhou! What do you mean!"

Gu Zhizhou sneered: "You know what I mean. I won't cause trouble for you, so don't provoke me. If you provoke me, I don't guarantee that I will do something stupid."

Gu Zhizhou is not a soft persimmon, he feels that he is tolerant enough, but these old men prefer to oppose him.

"There is no one in your eyes! No one in your eyes!" Jing Tan shouted loudly.

He shouted so loudly that it raised the arrogance of several elders a lot.

Jingchou continued: "The rules of Jianmen, apostates are not allowed to go back to the mountain! Gu Zhizhou, you openly brought this person into Jianmen, you are knowingly committing a crime! Are there any rules in your eyes? Is there a Jianmen?!"

"It's okay to be arrogant and domineering outside, but you are still so lawless after entering Xu Yufeng, who do you think you are!"

"You!" Gu Zhizhou's face was ashen, the storm quickly gathered in his eyes, the cold spiritual energy poured out of his body uncontrollably, and his clothes fluttered.

"Madman! Do you still want to do it?!"

The barrier of sword energy outside the sword gate seemed to sense Gu Zhizhou's emotions, roaring and surging.Gu Zhizhou paused word by word: "You can try calling again?"

The flesh on Jingchou's face twitched fiercely: "How dare you threaten us?"

More brazen abuse followed.

The blue veins on the forehead twitched twice, a red light flashed in front of Gu Zhizhou's eyes, he clenched his fist and swung it out forcefully.

Fu Ziqiu stopped his wrist in mid-air.

Gu Zhizhou was furious and didn't know where to put it, so he fought hard: "Let go, or I will beat you together!"

Fu Ziqiu held him down, passed his arm in front of Gu Zhizhou, and wrapped him in his arms.Then he freed his hand and patted him on the shoulder like a kitten: "Why are you angry with them?"

He pressed close to Gu Zhizhou's right ear, and his icy breath pierced through the eardrum, undoubtedly pouring cold water on the burning fire.

"Most of them are buried in the ground, how long can they be arrogant? After a lifetime of mediocrity, if they don't use their words now, wouldn't they have no sense of existence after death?"

Jingchou said angrily, "Fu Ziqiu!"

"Zhizhou," Fu Ziqiu seemed not to hear, just whispered in Gu Zhizhou's ear: "Don't be angry."

"How decent is it to hug and hug! I don't know the etiquette! I don't know the shame!"

Gu Zhizhou trembled violently, his eyelashes trembled like leaves falling in the autumn wind, and even the color of his lips completely faded.

More voices came in like a tidal wave, the shocking waves burst on the rocks, and the salty sea water splashed out, Gu Zhizhou felt that he was swept up by the violent waves, sinking him into the depths of the sea.

The scolding sounds gradually became one, and the boundless seawater submerged him.

"Gu Zhizhou, why do you have to be Sword Master Xuyu? Not only do I disapprove of you, but you can ask everyone here, how many of them admire you?"

"If it wasn't for Mr. Beiyan to escort you, who would want to be in the same room as you with your vitriolic and stinking virtue?"

"Everything you have today was given by Gao Yanru. Now that he is dead, you are nothing."

"You'd better be acquainted, obediently hand over the sword master's seal, we consider your master's face, and allow you to leave the ruins with dignity."

Gu Zhizhou's clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and he slapped Fu Ziqiu's palm like grabbing a life-saving straw.

He used a lot of force, as if he was afraid that Fu Ziqiu would run away, his fingertips dug into his flesh, and he held on tightly like hugging a leaf of duckweed.

"Gu Zhizhou! What kind of face do you have to be Sword Master Ruins!"

Jingchou let out a loud cry, which overlapped with the voice in Gu Zhizhou's memory, and he couldn't tell whether it was a hundred years ago or a hundred years later.

In a trance, he saw himself alone in the crowd, alone, and even felt sorry for himself.

"I..." Gu Zhizhou moved his gray lips, his eyes were already red.

He looked irritable and fierce, and despite the thorns all over his body, he couldn't speak a word.

As if imprisoned in the abyss, trembling like a trapped beast, he uttered a few words: "...I will kill you!"

At this moment, the breath fluttered in his ear, Fu Ziqiu raised one eyebrow, his empty eyes stared at the aggressive faces in front of him with contempt.Unseen, but not hard to imagine.

"Oh?" Fu Ziqiu spit out a word slowly, a bit playful: "He is not qualified to be this sword master, you have?"

Jing was extremely worried: "Fu Ziqiu, when will you have the part to speak here?"

"Really." Fu Ziqiu sneered: "Then I will talk to you, who is qualified to speak here."

He didn't stop his hand to comfort Gu Zhizhou, his movements were extremely gentle, full of pampering.

But facing a few old men, his mouth seemed to be covered with knives, showing no mercy.

Fu Ziqiu said: "Inside, Gu Zhizhou is the leader of Lingji Prefecture and the head of Jianmen. When you guys see him, it's fine if you don't pay respects to pay homage. Relying on your seniority, age, and relying on mountains to eat tigers, you can still pay respects." If you want to complain that the mountain is too high, where does it come from?"

"For the outside world, I am the Taoist Lord Shura. Among the three realms, I call him Mozun, and I am equal to the Emperor of Heaven. Wherever I want to go, where I like to go, when will others interrupt me. Several elders yelled like this in front of me. , Do you also want to try the methods under my Asura Dao rule?"

Fu Ziqiu's voice became colder and colder, and at the end of the sentence, the murderous intent was evident: "Why, you still want to use Lingji's family rules to punish me? Are you qualified?"

"...You, you!" Frightened by the situation, the old men took a few steps back involuntarily.

"I don't care about your Lingji's housework. But what happened today is because you disrespected Lord Xue and me first. I will report the truth to the Emperor of Heaven and ask him for an explanation."

Fu Ziqiu pronounced the word "good" very emphatically. After speaking, he grabbed Gu Zhizhou with both hands and walked forward.

Jingchou and the others heard that Fu Ziqiu was going to sue the Emperor of Heaven, their legs were trembling, and they consciously gave way to him.

Fu Ziqiu couldn't see, but he was very familiar with Xu Yufeng, and his steps were calm and steady.He has a cold face, hating himself for being blind, and can only detect that he is not in good condition through the drenched clothes of the person in his arms.

Before he took a few steps, Gu Zhizhou, who had buried his head on the side of his neck, started to move.

Hearing him ask feebly: "Do you really want to tell the Heavenly Emperor?"

Fu Ziqiu knew that he was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he replied: "Of course it was to scare them, not a child who complained to his parents."

Gu Zhizhou laughed twice: "Hey, let me down."

There was no one near the mountain gate here, so it was really bad luck to bump into the elders of Yulian Peak.It's hard to say any further, Jianmen disciples come and go, don't let others see you talking nonsense.

Fu Ziqiu understood, and put him down as he said: "Are you... all right?"

"Okay." Gu Zhizhou pretended to be relaxed, his clothes were wet and sticking to his back, and he still teased others: "Why do I think you are not blind, you are so familiar with the road."

"I haven't forgotten." Fu Ziqiu paused, and suddenly became serious: "I haven't forgotten anything about Xuyu Peak, the road here, the decorations in the house, and the scenery of the garden."

He mentioned the road, the decoration, the garden, and said that he had not forgotten anything.

Gu Zhizhou couldn't help clenching his teeth.

He remembered that when they met again, Fu Ziqiu told him that after so many years, the vicissitudes of life have become mulberry fields, and there is nothing that cannot be overcome.

Therefore, Fu Ziqiu did not forget every mountain road in Xuyu Peak, nor did he forget every flower and plant in Jianmen, everything here was familiar to him bit by bit.

And there is no room for Gu Zhizhou in this bit.

Fu Ziqiu alone forgot him.

If Fu Ziqiu was not blind, he would probably be able to see sporadic and indescribable sadness on Gu Zhizhou's always tough and mean face, the color of those emotions is grayish or light gray, like polished glass, dim and obscure.

Gu Zhizhou loosened his neckline, and changed the subject: "Those old men pissed me off, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have to teach them a lesson, no matter if they are elders or not."

"The elders in Yulian Peak have a high seniority, and they are used to relying on their elders to sell them. Although they can't make any troubles, but...if you always hurt people like this, it will damage your reputation after a long time. Don't be too soft-hearted, and you will be punished."

"Well, I have a sense of proportion." Walking to the fork in the road, Gu Zhizhou said: "I won't go back to Wuyue Pavilion, there are still things to deal with at the door, just wait for me, I'll call someone to take you back."

"Hey," Fu Ziqiu pulled Gu Zhizhou back: "Don't bother, I can go back by myself."

"can you?"

"Okay." Fu Ziqiu nodded: "You take a break before you get busy, change your clothes first, they are all soaked."

Gu Zhizhou pursed his lips: "Okay."

"I'm leaving."

After Fu Ziqiu finished speaking, he turned around.

"Fu Ziqiu," Gu Zhizhou called him again: "Thank you for today's matter."

Fu Ziqiu didn't look back, but walked forward steadily: "You're welcome."

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Gu Zhizhou was walking in the direction of Jinlang Hall, and he caught a disciple casually on the way and told him: "Master Fu has gone to Wuyue Pavilion, he cannot see, you follow, if he goes the wrong way, or bumps into him Go up and help. Watch him go in and go, you hear?"

After giving instructions, Gu Zhizhou began to think about how to take care of the old men in Yulian Peak.

Before he became the Sword Master, those people loved to find him unhappy, and after becoming the Sword Master, he became disgusted with him every now and then. He is already polite enough on weekdays, he hides when he can, and never takes the initiative to go to them unless he can’t avoid it. shake.

To hate each other is to do this, after all, out of sight, out of mind, he asked himself that his tolerance for this group of people was high enough.If it hadn't been for the reputation of Jianmen, tearing up the skin and spreading the news to shame Yu Yu, with Gu Zhizhou's personality that can't tolerate sand in his eyes, he would have driven people out long ago.

It's just that these people don't know what's good or bad, if you don't show them some color, these old men can really forget that Gu Zhizhou is not a vegetarian!

That afternoon, Gu Zhizhou issued an order: the six elders of Yulian Peak, including Jingchou and Jingghuan, who spoke disrespectfully and provoked His Majesty, will be dealt with according to the rules of the sect—a fine stick of sixty, confinement of Yulianfeng, and no edicts to come out. .

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Fu Ziqiu went back to Wuyue Pavilion smoothly, closed the courtyard door, stood alone in the empty small courtyard for a long time, and then walked towards one of the rooms with a little hesitation.

It wasn't his room, but Gu Zhizhou's room that he hadn't dared to set foot in yet.

Fu Ziqiu put his hand on the door frame, almost nostalgicly tracing the shape of the wood and the movement of the carvings inside.Then with a slight force, the wooden door opened with a "squeak".

Every step from the mountain gate to the Wuyue Pavilion, Fu Ziqiu walked steadily, but now, he moved step by step, carefully stepping into a long-lost territory.

The fingertips touched the flower stand, slid across the celadon porcelain vase, and stroked the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk along the desk.He savored every inch of this place in detail, and his thoughts drifted back uncontrollably to that chaotic night a hundred years ago.

It was pitch black in front of him, but Fu Ziqiu seemed to see the wine jug that had fallen on the table, and walking forward, he saw himself helping the drunk Gu Zhizhou to lie on the bed.He felt himself falling on the other party, listening to Gu Zhizhou rambling about "senior brother", "junior brother", "good brother for life".

Then he was out of control. He yearned for Gu Zhizhou for many years, and he didn't want to be his brother at all.

He saw himself pressing Gu Zhizhou under him and kissing him, he clearly remembered the touch of those lips, even the shock and astonishment in those eyes.

He couldn't forget Gu Zhizhou's blushing face, after hearing that he liked him, he slapped him hard, and said something that broke his heart: "I'm not that interested in you."

Fu Ziqiu pressed his forehead against the cold wall, and pressed his heart tightly with his bony hands.He panted lightly, like a dying fish on the shore.

In the empty room, the vision was dark, as if being in a bottomless cage, suffering every moment.

Fu Ziqiu laughed softly at this moment.

He seldom fully recalled the events of that night, dare not.

Of course, there were times when his thoughts were out of control, but Fu Ziqiu was very ruthless. He forced himself to shatter the memories related to that night, so that every time he remembered later, only scattered fragments remained.

This is a very good way to treat emotional injuries. It can turn the severe pain of the whole body into small local throbbing pains.Although it can't be uprooted, even if it will quietly enlarge those unforgettable parts, even if it is longer and more painful than cutting off the mess with a sharp knife, if you really want to blame it, you still have to blame this memory for carrying too much of the owner. reluctance.

All kinds of Gu Zhizhou, good or bad, are his past that he can't let go of.

Even at the very end, Gu Zhizhou gave him the eight characters that were like a knife-cut bone.

How did he get out of this room later, Fu Ziqiu can't remember clearly, he must have fled in despair, embarrassed and sad, but not worthy of pity.

Gu Zhizhou didn't mean that to him, so what?

In a relationship, how can there be so many right and wrong, one loves and the other doesn't love, it's as simple as that, nothing else.

Fu Ziqiu straightened up, thinking he had adjusted his emotions, but knocked down the candlestick in his hand the next moment.

The bronze candlestick was heavy, and it hit his feet with a "boom", and then rolled further away.

Fu Ziqiu sighed, hooking the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself.He is not a person who is easily swayed by emotions, he does not get entangled, he does not sloppy in doing things, and after being rejected by Gu Zhizhou, he does not insist on approaching others in a shameless manner.

Gu Zhizhou didn't like him, so he wouldn't fool around in front of him.Gu Zhizhou didn't want to see him, so he took the initiative to hide away.Fu Ziqiu can hide this liking for so many years, and he has enough confidence to keep it rotten in his heart.

But today was indeed an accident, such a flustered and bewildered reaction was not his style.

Fu Ziqiu lowered his body slowly, and stretched out his hands to grope on the ground. He couldn't see anyway, so he groped blindly based on his feeling.

He touched the foot of the bed all the way from the door, the candlestick seemed to be eaten by a ghost, Fu Ziqiu got annoyed with it, so he just sat down on the ground.

"Tsk," he complained in great dissatisfaction, "it's really inconvenient."

He supported the bed, and put his hand under the bed: "Don't let me find it if you can, or I'll let Gu Zhizhou chop you up."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking harshly, his hand was blocked by an object without reaching out half an inch.

Fu Ziqiu was stunned, why is Gu Zhizhou still hiding things under the bed?

Without even thinking about it, Fu Ziqiu dragged out the things under the bed, and touched it with his palm. It was a long wooden box, quite heavy.

Gu Zhizhou has slept in his room for many years, and it stands to reason that this room has been vacant for a long time, even if it needs to be cleaned, the under the bed should not be cleaned so diligently.But this box is spotless, without any floating dust, and you can tell when you touch it that someone often takes it out to wipe it.

Fu Ziqiu felt a lock on the box, but there was no padlock, and it could be opened with a light lift.

Probably Wuyue Pavilion has only lived in Gu Zhizhou for a hundred years, so there is nothing to guard against.Not necessarily, maybe there is nothing important in the box?Maybe it's just some old clothes, old decorations.

Fu Ziqiu didn't bother to think, he supported the box and pushed it back.

The wooden box scraped against the ground and made a "booming" sound, and Fu Ziqiu stopped suddenly.For no reason, there was an inexplicable bond boiling up and down in the blood.

When the fingertips touched the lock, the metal collided with each other, and Fu Ziqiu's heart beat violently.

He intuited that he was approaching some hidden secret, and the closer he got, the more clear the unnegligible linkage in the blood would become.

Fu Ziqiu was so familiar with this feeling that for a moment, his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't tell what night it was.

His expression was almost stunned, and when he stretched out his hand, he trembled without even noticing it.

The moment the wooden box was opened, a ray of spiritual light floated out.

It wraps around the wrist stretched out in front of it nostalgicly, as if a best friend reunited after a long absence, both sides are full of disbelief.

Fu Ziqiu flinched at this moment, clenched his fist suddenly, and retracted his arm uncontrollably.

But the aura didn't let him go, pulling the hand down like a rope.

If this light can be turned into a pair of eyes, then it must be longing for it at this moment. This is a way back that he found after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and walking through the wilderness and snow forest.

After all, his hand touched the cold and hard shell, Fu Ziqiu couldn't even breathe steadily, and he grasped the thing under his palm.

He traced in detail, textures, engravings, carvings, and some cracks that did not exist before, very small, if he was not too familiar with it, he would not be able to notice it.

Fu Ziqiu's shoulders sank, as if a mountain was suddenly pressed on his back, this feeling was so depressing that his injured eyes sting.He shook his head in disbelief, touched it again from top to bottom, and suddenly flashed in his mind how many times Gu Zhizhou didn't take off his clothes in front of him.

Fu Ziqiu seemed to be killed by lightning, and a tear hung from his empty eye socket.

The tears came too suddenly, and with a "click", they fell on the carefully guarded and carefully preserved sword, and the ice-like blade suddenly became radiant.

That was Fu Ziqiu's sword.

Throwing him off the Broken Sword Cliff with his own hands, the sword that should have been smashed into scraps of iron.

His canglang.

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