Travel thousands of miles in my life

Wen Shuqiu pulled out the jade hairpin that bundled his hair, held it in his hand, rubbed his thumb lightly on the side of the jade hairpin, and went to meet it.In front of him are the shadows of swords and swords intertwined with weapons, in the distance are dots of warm lights, and behind him are friends who don't know whether they are alive or dead and the rushing river. There is no way out.

He raised his eyes, and the gentle smile in the past had long since changed, and cold murderous intent emerged. His black eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, and the fighting spirit contained in them could be seen at a glance.

Changes come later, quick battles!

The four killers looked at him differently than before, looked at each other, and immediately made up their minds.

In the killer's eyes, there were countless flaws in his movements, as if any attack would knock him down.But in fact, Wen Shuqiu just raised his hand, and the slender white jade hairpin in his hand flashed a long white light in the air.In just one breath, the person in front of him disappeared.The killer was in a bad mood, and the four of them moved close together to protect their backs, but they heard a voice urging them to die from behind.

"The first sword." A clear, stream-like voice came from behind him, and the killer reacted extremely quickly. He cut his sword at the same time as he turned around, but he didn't see the bloom of blood that should have been.The other companion fell to the ground abruptly, and the rest of them stared at it, and found that the man had died, only to see a deep scar on his neck, which must have been extremely unbelievable when he died, his eyes were wide open, It can be said to be dead.

"The second sword." The voice of Lord Hades sounded again, and the two killers jumped up. Both of them used long swords. As the saying goes, a long sword overcomes a short sword. An inch of risk, not to mention the palm-length flat-headed jade hairpin in Wen Shuqiu's hand.But Wen Shuqiu's movements were very quick, one hand turned into a fist, hitting one person in the heart, and the other hand blocked the attack of the two.The white jade hairpin is flexible and flexible in his hands, no less than a long sword.

After all, the second sword was drawn out. His figure was like a frightened bird, and the white jade hairpin was like a stream of light, intertwining a light and shadow in the thick ink-like midnight.

"Save your life." He calmly said to the man who had just started giving orders, "Go and reply, save it for another day, and I will definitely fight with my life."

After everything finally quieted down, Wen Shuqiu walked to the edge of the stream, washed the bloody jade hairpin, and tied up his hair again.

When turning around, he froze suddenly.

Yan Wuwu didn't know when he woke up, so he sat up and looked at him quietly.

Looking into those eyes, Wen Shuqiu seemed to have countless things to say, to tell him.But too many things were suffocated in his heart, and the swelling chest hurt, but in the end it only turned into a sigh and escaped.

"Let's deal with the wound first." He took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Yan Wuyi, gently pulled up his injured right hand, lowered his eyelids, pressed his lips to it, and sucked the poisonous blood from the wound.The wound has not solidified, but it is no longer bleeding. It is extremely difficult for him to suck, so he can only gently lick off the dirty blood with the tip of his tongue, and then use the hot air in his mouth to coat the cold palm with a layer of warmth.

Yan Wuwu watched his movements silently, her long eyelashes cast a deep shadow beside her tall nose.He pressed his lips tightly, not knowing whether he was enduring the pain or thinking about something.

"Be patient." He said softly, and drew another cut on the wound with the hairpin. The blood that flowed out was also jet-black. Fortunately, Yan Wuwu's deep inner strength was able to protect his heart, otherwise Wen Shuqiu would have to worry about killing him now. Where is it buried.

He didn't stop until the blood was no longer black.The tip of Wen Shuqiu's tongue was scorching hot from the blood, and he didn't care about resting.He tore a few strips of cloth from his inner garment, and bandaged it where the flesh rolled, and the deep bone wound was visible.

"I'm sorry." A soft and trembling apology came low, his movements became slower and slower, and the bandaging hand stopped suddenly, "I'm sorry... really... sorry. "

"I...I lied to you." Wen Shuqiu raised his head, his black and white eyes were full of anxiety and guilt, and his complexion was even worse than Yan Wuwu's.

Yan Wuwu remained expressionless, pulled out his hand, and slowly stood up.

Wen Shuqiu looked at his palm, and was suddenly at a loss.He couldn't explain why he had to hide the fact that he knew martial arts, and he couldn't explain why he was so flustered now.During the flow of thoughts, I thought too much, but I didn't think of anything.

He has been like a bird migrating across the sea, unable to find any rest in returning home.Running around in the rivers and lakes made him feel satisfied even in a trance.Only when he was by Yan Wuwu's side did he experience what it was like to stop.

Thinking about it this way, this taste is so warm and fascinating, as if I have a home.But Yan Wuxin is different from him. He has friends all over the world, and he can live well no matter where he is.

Wen Shuqiu suddenly relaxed at this moment, and felt more and more boring whether he explained or not.

But at the next moment, he was embraced by the man in front of him.The warm and familiar breath rushed towards his face, and Wen Shuqiu's nose suddenly felt sore. He took a deep breath, buried his head in the man's neck, and hugged him tightly.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Yan Wuxin was hugged tightly by him like this, raised his head and smiled, and gently stroked his long hair with his uninjured left hand.

The young man in his arms shook his head vigorously, and his fingers gripped his clothes even harder.Yan Wuwu's ears are so sharp, and soon he heard the choked sobs that the young man was trying to hide.

"Hey, men don't flick their tears lightly!" Yan Wuwu hurriedly raised the young man's face when he heard that the sound was wrong.

The young man didn't have any other expressions, he sniffed his nose from time to time, tears kept streaming from his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped down again, blooming dark flowers on his robe.

Seeing that his nose and eyes were as red as a big rabbit, Yan Wuwu turned all over immediately, frantically looking for his handkerchief, searching all over his body, and he turned out a wrinkled handkerchief that looked like a lump of pickles.

"Why are you acting like a girl, dropping some golden beans at every turn?" Holding a handkerchief in his left hand, he wiped the tear stains on the young man's face with not too much force, "Hold on, I know you love to be clean, now Conditions do not permit, this handkerchief is authentically made in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Just blow it." Wen Shuqiu glanced at the handkerchief, and his mouth puckered.

"What are you talking about, kid? You were still riding your little donkey when you were visiting Hualou." Yan Wuyi laughed, "Don't cry like this in the future, it looks really distressing."

"But if I hadn't concealed it, your hands wouldn't be like this either." Wen Shuqiu said sadly with his eyes still red.

"This?" Yan Wuwu looked at the palm of his right hand, shook his head and smiled, "Even if you are the best in the world, I will go there. If I don't protect you, who else will?"

"I'm not worth it." Wen Shuqiu shook his head mockingly, lowered his eyes, "I have too many things that I can't say, maybe these things will hurt you. No, I've already hurt you now."

"It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. It's not easy. Everyone has pain and sore spots. The ancients said that confidants should be honest with each other, but there are too many things that cannot be controlled." Yan didn't intend to interrupt his self-talk, The voice was low and full of comfort, "You have come to a dead end, you think too much about not telling me everything and hurting me, as I said, no matter how good your martial arts are, I will protect you. Do How can a friend have so many rules? Be calm, otherwise I will feel bad."

"I owe you this." Wen Shuqiu looked at his wound and said every word.

"Why don't you make a promise with your body?" Yan Wuwu laughed loudly, "I don't lack cattle and horses, and I don't need your life to pay for it, but I lack a daughter-in-law."

It was a joke, but who would have thought that Wen Shuqiu looked at him in surprise, his ears turned red, he hesitated for a long time before making up his mind and said: "If you need..." It's not impossible...

"Do you feel better now? Looking at your face just now, I didn't know that you were the one who was hurt." Yan Wuxin laughed and rubbed his head, "Don't think about it in the future."

"I..." Wen Shuqiu wanted to say that this is different, but seeing Yan Wuwu's determined gaze, he swallowed the rest of the words, "Let's go, when I came here just now, I saw lights on the mountain , I guess there should be someone there."

Wen Shuqiu rubbed the center of his brows, only to feel a splitting headache.

The night in the mountains was extremely cold, and the heat of the day had long since disappeared. Thanks to this extreme weather, the surrounding trees were all dry and cracked, looking like they were going to die. I'm out of strength, standing there is just a strong support.He took off his robe and put it on the patient who loves to pretend. The patient refused and protested, but was dismissed indifferently.

"It's so cold now, put on." Wen Shuqiu helped him up, and the two of them walked up the mountain step by step.

"When will you be able to treat patients better?" Yan Wuwu dissatisfied.

"When the patient doesn't talk back to the doctor." Wen Shuqiu looked around, determined a direction, and helped Yan Wuxin to walk slowly up the mountain.

"It's almost dawn, it's almost Yinshi." Yan Wuwu glanced at the sky, and said, "I was born at this time, and my father originally planned to name me Yan Dahu."

"A good name, it's very prestigious when you hear it. With this name, many people will tremble with fear." Wen Shuqiu praised.

"Later my mother refused."

"That's a pity."

"Since you like this name so much, you might as well call it a name." Yan Wuyi glanced at him with a half-smile.

Wen Shuqiu waved his hands again and again, "I can't stand it, this name is too prestige."

"My name is taken from 'Going and Staying Two Unintentional', probably in the hope that I will not be surprised." Yan Wuyi smiled, "What about yours?"

"Huh? I don't know, no one told me about it." Wen Shuqiu kept paying attention to the road and direction, and replied casually, "Probably also poetry, my mother found it in the poetry collection."

Yan Wuwu suddenly stopped in his tracks. He brushed away the obtrusive branches and vines, and looked at the scenery in front of him.

The night has not yet cleared in the sky, and the half moon is still hanging in front of us.The cold wind blew away the mist, leaving a cloudy sky.The clouds are soft and gentle, which is depicted by Jin Bo in a soft demeanor.The endless mountains in the distance are still covered with icy frost and mist, as elegant as an ink painting, but they become brighter due to the different shades of light such as goose yellow, carmine, and vermilion.

All things are renewed, and the long night will pass away.