Travel thousands of miles in my life

In front of his eyes was the sky full of yellow sand, and the sunlight was so white that it was almost transparent, scorching his body.The man fumbled for the flagon at his waist, and only poured out a few drops of wine to soothe his sore throat. The strong liquor relieved the thirst in his throat like fine wine, but aroused the glutton in his stomach.

Where am I going?He was thinking blankly, and his feet were also walking aimlessly.He has been walking without sleep for an unknown amount of time, and he seems to have a destination in his heart, just like that illusory place guiding him to move his legs forward.

But he was really too tired, the man's legs were as heavy as lead, every time he lifted it, he would fall into the soft and ruthless yellow sand, and it would take several times more effort to lick it.There are constantly small voices laughing and saying around, let's take a nap?Get some sleep and everything will be fine.An oasis shrouded in shadows appeared in front of my eyes, sand herons were flying, and the pool water looked extremely sweet.

Although the man was determined, he couldn't resist his desire for water. He couldn't control his steps, and walked towards the oasis step by step.

There was some secret longing in his heart, just take a break, it shouldn't be late

The oasis seemed to be specially prepared for him, the cool shade of the trees relieved the hot temperature of the sun.The man was extremely exhausted, he completely relaxed his body at this moment, and even felt the pain hit his head.

The man was a little sleepy as the fragrant cool wind blew.He hesitated for a moment, rationally told himself not to lose vigilance in such a safe place, but his body told him again, go to sleep, and rest when you are tired.In the end, he still couldn't resist the feeling of exhaustion. After taking off the flagon, he leaned against the tree, and gradually closed his eyes...

"Don't sleep! Hold on!"

A voice suddenly exploded in the headspace, the man took a breath, squinted his eyes and looked around, no one was there, he closed his eyes suspiciously.

"Please, don't fall asleep!"

It was that voice again, and the man opened his eyes helplessly. The voice sounded clear and gentle, and he didn't know what kind of person it was.He looked at the blue sky in a daze, and vaguely remembered that he also knew such a man.

He has a gentle voice and a gentle appearance. He looks like he has no edges or corners, but he is actually a person who has his own perseverance.

But what was his name and how did he know each other, the man couldn't remember at all.The more he couldn't think of the man, the more anxious he became. He had an intuition that this person was important to him, and it might be related to that 'destination'.

"I want to be with you."

An extremely familiar sentence, the man scratched his nose, and subconsciously replied: "Who are you? Why are you with me? No, it sounds like a man from your voice. I haven't asked for a wife yet. How can I with you."

The voice disappeared, and the man became even more anxious.There was a name stuck in his heart, and he could say it right away, but was blocked by something.

The sky turned gloomy, and the wind howled and swept across.The man cursed in a low voice and quickly got up and ran in the opposite direction, but something protruded from the ground and tripped him.The man fell hard and fell on the yellow sand.The rough gravel in his hand has become extremely slippery at this moment, with a fishy-sweet smell.It was blood, his complexion changed, and when he raised his head again, he saw that the desert in front of him suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood.

"Remember, no matter when and where you are, don't forget your last name. Remember! Remember!"

A mournful cry echoed in my ears, and the blood wave hit, and the man gradually sank in pain.Countless grief, helplessness, regret, and sadness poured into his seven orifices backwards.

But the more painful it was, the more the man could feel the warmth in his heart, and that hazy figure stood firmly in front of him.When he was suffering unceasingly, that shadow was anxious and didn't know what to do.It seemed to want to reach out to touch the man's face, but hesitated.

Finally, it made up its mind, raised its warm arms, and hugged the man tightly.All the mourning in the world stopped immediately, and the sea of ​​blood faded away.

"Who are you?" The man panted heavily, raised his hand and rubbed the figure's head.

The figure froze, and raised his head calmly and somewhat timidly, his cheeks were still blurred, but the man was stunned by those eyes like autumn water and morning stars.

"It's you." The man hugged the figure in his arms tightly, that person smiled and narrowed his beautiful eyes, and whispered softly in his ear: "It's me, no intention."

"...Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu."

The man on the bed was tormented by pain and weakness, with hideous veins bulging on his forehead, but he repeated a name repeatedly.Ji Lianxun's expression was complicated. He listened closer, but only heard a name that looked like a nickname.

"This boy, which girl are you talking about?" He shook his head, and then applied the wet handkerchief to the man's forehead. It has been five days since Ju Yan was injured unintentionally.He invited several doctors to come for diagnosis and treatment, thanks to the timely stop of the bleeding, otherwise Yan Wuwu would be buried in the ground now.

The situation was very dangerous before, and Yan Wuwu even lost his breath for a while, but fortunately he survived with tenacious perseverance.Ji Lianxun stood by with his sword in his arms, but he was not optimistic in his heart.The injury on the flesh is not a big deal, the trouble is the poison in him.

Now looking at Yan Wuxin's good fortune, the star official said that the Xuanji Pavilion people are the luckiest, everyone can live a long life and a smooth half life.

well?longevity?Looking at his callused palms, Ji Lianxun sneered silently, lifted the wine jar again, and poured a big gulp.

If you have to be happy, be happy!

It was late at night, and not only the mountains were lit with immortal lights.At the entrance of the plank road at the foot of the mountain, a young man in blue was carefully wiping the wordless stele at the entrance. After wiping off the dust on the stele with his sleeve, he bowed sincerely.

"Wen's Shuqiu, come to pay a visit to a friend."

There is a breeze blowing all around, the sound of insects weaves, and the shadows of trees dance.The young man took a deep breath and walked up.Because of eye problems, he did not see the wonderful scene behind.After he kowtowed, Yun Juedao lit up with a light blue spot of light. Looking carefully, it was actually countless unknown little flowers that spontaneously illuminated the way for this sincere foreigner.

Wen Shuqiu walked extremely cautiously, even a healthy person had to carefully weigh the dangers here, let alone him who couldn't see him.He carefully groped the rock wall and moved forward a little bit. He didn't know who dug the Yunjuedao, but from the details, he must be a kind person.

There is no other reason, only because Wen Shuqiu can feel a line of words engraved on the protruding rock wall at every corner and rugged place, reminding him of turning and obstacles.

This font is very immature, but neat and correct.Judging by its height, it must have been a boy who chiseled it.Wen Shuqiu touched those small characters cherishingly, and laughed.Thanks to those small prints, the journey was safe and sound.However, when walking in the dark, falls and bumps are inevitable. After being tripped again, Wen Shuqiu sat down with his back against the rock wall in frustration. Thousands of lights under the mountain.With only the endless darkness in front of him to accompany him, Wen Shuqiu poured out the bead from the small bag next to his body, and rubbed it slowly, the smooth and delicate touch was the same as before.

It seemed that there was still a faint scent of flowers on it. He sniffed it carefully, and the scent disappeared again.

"The taste of the Udumbara flower..." the young man smiled, and put it next to his body, "you are with me."

He seemed to have found the strength to continue walking again, standing up while holding the rock wall, and walked forward.

Countless hours passed, and Wen Shuqiu could vaguely distinguish from the intensity of the light. It was almost dawn at this moment, and he finally arrived at the location of Xuanji Pavilion.

Although he couldn't see it, he could still feel the warmth here.

Just as Ji Lianxun struggled to wake up from a nightmare, he heard some screeching sounds from outside the courtyard. He thought that the gang of Xiao Xiaoxiao from yesterday hadn't left yet, so he left in a rage.

He looked at the young man in front of him who was bathed in the sunlight, his facial features and demeanor... He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and asked uncertainly, "Wei Congrong?"

However, before the man could answer, he raised his sword and attacked: "Take your life."

Wen Shuqiu didn't know who was coming, so he couldn't act hastily.He had no choice but to dodge the fierce attack, while saying: "Your Excellency, you have identified the wrong person, I am not Wei... calm."

"Who are you?" Ji Lianxun got more and more drunk, the past events emerged one by one, and his sword moves became sharper and sharper.

Ling Lie's sword qi cut through the young man's robe, oozing blood.The young man covered his wound, and ruthlessly slammed into the man's sword: "My name is Wen Shuqiu!"

The man stopped his move suddenly, the sword barely stopped in front of the young man's eyes, he frowned handsomely: "Wen Shuqiu?"

When he noticed that the young man was looking directly at his sword tip without even blinking his eyes, the man looked at it strangely, and said with a sneer, "So you are blind, what is your relationship with Wei Congrong?"

"Father and son." Wen Shuqiu whispered, "But I—"

"It doesn't matter what you do. People in the court are not allowed to step into the Xuanji Pavilion. Young Master Wen, please go back." Ji Lianxun got up impatiently, wiped his sword with the corner of his clothes, and staggered towards the house .

"I can cure Yan Wuxin's poison." Wen Shuqiu said softly, his face turned pale, "Let me save him, I owe him this."

Ji Lianxun didn't turn around, the sword light flashed across, and a deep mark suddenly appeared on the ground: "Those who jump over, cut off. The rules of Xuanji Pavilion must not be messed up."

"I order in the name of Pavilion Master Xuanji to let him in." A figure suddenly appeared by the door, it was Yan Wuyi who was still recovering from his injuries. He looked a little haggard, not in a good state of mind, but his eyes were extremely bright Looking at the young man: "Qiuqiu."

Although Wen Shuqiu couldn't see it, he thanked God earnestly at this moment, that he caught up.

The author has something to say:

Ji Lianxun is a lunatic who hates the person from a few years ago.