Travel thousands of miles in my life

"Competing against the sky?" Wen Shuqiu laughed, and the words he said were extremely sarcastic: "He is just a mortal, what qualifications does he have?"

"You don't understand." Jiuxian picked up his teacup and took a few sips down: "People can't trust their fate. There is a prince pressing down on His Highness, and there are brothers who are watching. hands."

"Then what is your life? To dedicate everything to him, to kill countless innocent people, and get bloody on your hands?" Wen Shuqiu asked rhetorically, "If it was this kind of life, I wouldn't believe it. How can you deprive others of their lives arbitrarily like an uncivilized beast in the mountains and forests?"

"Do you think I haven't fought?" Jiuxian pointed at the young man's not-so-strong chest, "My place makes it impossible for me not to choose such a fate."

Wen Shuqiu's breathing fluttered, and then he said bitterly: "Yes, you are willing."

"Doomed to fall into Abi Hell, this is my fate." Jiuxian laughed: "But thousands of words are not worth my willingness."

"I finally understand why you don't understand love." The young man said calmly: "You are not driven by love, you just live the way others want, and you have lost yourself."

"So what?" Jiuxian said, "This kind of me is also what I want."

Wen Shuqiu finally stopped talking, because he found that he couldn't persuade Jiuxian any more, and even had a faint urge to be persuaded by him.

Change because of the person you love, whether it is good or bad, at least prove that you have loved someone who needs you like this, it seems to be branded forever.This kind of love is hopeless, and at the same time it cannot be discussed by others.

He touched the back of his hand that was burned just now, and it was already red and swollen.The feeling of pain can't match the heartbeat like a drum, and it also makes him unable to ignore his confused heart.

If there is such a person, will he change himself for that person?

No, I will not.Wen Shuqiu came to a conclusion almost instantly, letting others understand oneself is a painful process, which requires countless misunderstandings and countless corresponding explanations.The communication between people is like this, how can there be any good things that others will understand without telling them?Even if there is, it is accumulated with countless trusts, and even a little reason will make it collapse.Wen Shuqiu didn't want to gamble, nor did he dare to gamble.

But there is a faint hope in my heart, if there is such a person, I can see his innate indifference and loneliness openly, and I will treat him the same.Wen Shuqiu raised his hand and touched his left chest.

He heard that there was an unwilling and greedy soul that kept clamoring: "You will, you will! You will rely on him, respect him, and love him! Stop denying your heart!"

Wen Shuqiu clenched his fist, then let it go suddenly, he held the bead, absorbing the body temperature left by the person on it, as if this could calm down the indescribable impulse.

"What are you thinking?" Jiu Xian looked at his changing expression curiously.

"It has nothing to do with you." Wen Shuqiu said flatly, "Why are you still here?"

"How should I put it?" Jiuxian raised his legs, with a complicated expression on his face: "My lord's actions in Roshna have been discovered. If you don't complete them quickly, the Heavenly Dao Stone will soon be useless."

Wen Shuqiu frowned, he intuitively felt that something had been overlooked by him: "What can that kind of stone do?"

"Destroy the world." Jiu Xian said indifferently, he stood up: "Stay here well."

The young man quietly leaned against the back of the chair, watching the direction in which the man left.Obviously there was only darkness in front of him, but his focused eyes made people feel his seriousness.

After Wen Shuqiu sat thoughtfully for a while, he frowned and thought carefully about everything he had encountered during this period.Finally, he slowly got up and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor.

At the same time, two people are rushing on the road with two urging letters, which are about to be sent to different people, opening another different story.

It was night, and scattered raindrops floated in the desert, and they were swept away by the hot wind before they fell on the cold sand.

"It's raining." The ten-year-old boy walked to the window of the dilapidated house, looked at the sand dunes in the distance, and said dryly in a voice that began to change due to his gradual maturity: "Tomorrow, I will shoot a few. The gerbils make soup for you."

He didn't look back, he just said this and stopped talking.There was a handsome man lying on the kang behind him. The man stared at the mottled ceiling with wide open eyes, and only after a long time did he answer in a low voice.

"Drink the medicine." The boy turned around and came back, picked up the cold medicine bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of sour and bitter medicine soup.The man's eyes gradually began to focus, as if he was pulled back from the empty universe, he looked at the young but resolute face of the young man, and opened his mouth.

The young man fed the concoction in very patiently, one spoonful after another until the bottom of the bowl was exposed.He wiped the corners of the man's mouth carefully, then tucked the quilt up for him, and took the bowl out.There was only one quilt in the dilapidated house. In order not to squeeze the man's injured leg, the boy had always slept curled up in a corner wrapped in old clothes.When he packed up the things he would use tomorrow and was about to go in to sleep in the dark, he suddenly heard the voice of a man who should have been asleep on the bed.

"Gu Ping."

The man's voice was deep but not hoarse, as moving as pearls and jade on a plate.Gu Ping thought he was going to get up at night, so he quickly put down his old clothes, lit the candle and ran over.

"Are you sleepy?" The man struggled to prop up his upper body, leaning against the yellowed dirt wall.

Gu Ping was stunned for a moment. In fact, he was already so sleepy that he could fall asleep immediately as long as he lay down.But for some reason, looking at the man's profound and thin face, he just shook his head foolishly.

"That's good." The man lowered his eyelashes, "Let's talk."

What are you talking about?The boy frowned slightly, but still obediently hugged the clothes, sat by the man's hand and raised his face.

"This is for you." The man took out a small jade ball from his close-fitting underwear, and he gently stuffed the round jade ball into the young man's hand, and said in a warm voice, "Take it well."

"What is this?" The young man touched the jade that still had a man's body temperature, shook his head and said, "No, why give it to me?"

"Just take it as a repayment." The man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief: "Everything is coming to an end, I should go and finish my task."

Cultivators are most sensitive to the 'Qi' between the changes of heaven and earth. He seemed to have a feeling last night that everything should be coming to an end soon.

Gu Ping was as stiff as if his whole body was frozen into ice. He gritted his teeth and stared at the calm man: "Lu Chen, I remember I said that as long as I am here, I will never allow Go to hell."

"I know, I owe you." The man smiled: "But I can't do it anymore, I'm not up yet."

"What are you going to do?" Gu Ping strode forward, grabbed his collar, and asked forcefully, "Your Taoist temple has long since disappeared, and your master has passed away. Why? Why... ...."

The man looked away and said no more.

Anger mixed with hot blood rushed to his head, almost forcing tears, the young man looked at the man's face and thin lips that were warmed by the faint candlelight, and stuck it on impulsively.

The pure and fiery breath unique to young people was transmitted to the man's heart through his soft lips. This kind of distance away from all obstacles was so close that the two of them forgot everything for a while.Gu Ping sucked the man's cool lips frantically and out of control. He didn't know what he was doing, but he vented his inner distress by this instinctive method.He never knew that people could be so close, as if they would never be separated, he just felt that he was about to melt, in this close contact.All the doubts and anxieties from the past disappeared like winter snow meeting spring rain, and Gu Ping closed his eyes reverently.

Don't look forward to the future, but ask this moment to stay forever.

Lu Chen felt extremely helpless. Although he had never had such close contact with people since he was sensible, he knew a lot better than Gu Ping, who lived a hard life since he was a child.Thinking of his own future, he wanted to push the boy away, but before he could move, a hot tear rolled down between their entangled lips and tongues.

Lu Chen's heart was shaken, he raised his head and looked at the boy.

The boy's eyes were as bright as stars in water, and his hoarse voice sounded sweet like sugar at this moment. He paused but spoke in silence.

Lu Chen, don't leave.

More and more tears, hot as boiling magma, Lu Chen's hands stopped unconsciously, his heart was full of struggles, he wanted to bury his face in the boy's neck that smelled of sweat, and wanted to tell him Everything about himself, thinking...but in the end he just shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Gu Ping hugged him forcefully, exhaled deeply, and stubbornly suppressed the choked ending. He raised his red eyes and said solemnly: "Please, Hold on for me for a while longer..." You are my pillar, my most precious treasure, as long as you are with me, I will be invincible.The rest he couldn't say anymore,

"I'm not a good man." Lu Chen didn't say much, just patted the boy on the head, pushed him away, and said softly, "Go on, understand?"

The stars in the boy's eyes gradually dimmed, he blew out the lights, and curled up back to that cold corner.Night Breeze sneaked in through the gap, swept away the once ambiguous atmosphere, and fled away gracefully.

Both of them tossed and turned without sleep all night, but no one spoke again.I don't know who it is in the darkness, and sighed.The days are already precarious, those charming and soft thoughts are still...don't say it.

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