Travel thousands of miles in my life

Gu Ping also stood on the city tower, but on the wall inside the pass.Those dark but bright eyes, hidden in the dark, imprinted everything in their eyes.The wind lifted his short hair, and the young man wiped the half-dried blood on his face with his hand, watching the battle situation below with interest and some scrutiny.

It has been almost half a month since he came here, and he has been in Wei Congrong's army, doing some small jobs for them, and living on leftovers every day.No one noticed him, Gu Ping lived like an ant.Who would have expected that a small handyman would actually want to kill the emperor, the young man was still holding the hatchet he had taken with him when he left home.He focused on the rapidly changing situation below, and carefully identified everyone.

And Wei Congrong was naturally the focus of his field of vision. After seeing that the woman beside him failed to kill him, the boy heaved a sigh of regret and a little bit of gratitude.Fortunately, Wei calmly ordered his fate, and it would not be beautiful if he died early.

He was quite interested to see the two fighting each other.

He saw the arrow arrive, and the world lost its voice.The sound of the bowstring was crisp, and it bounced back quickly.Gu Ping raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

"Good bow," the young man Xu Xu held a trace of cool wind, and said softly, "It's a pity."

The bow is a good bow, but people are not good.

Just when the arrow was about to pierce the man's chest, a slender hand blocked it.The sharp point of the arrow pierced the hand, and it still rushed forward stubbornly.That hand held the arrow body tightly, but still couldn't stop it from passing through the palm.It was only a moment of retention, but the arrow slipped away from his hand.

"No—" The man didn't care to cover his pierced hand, and turned around in panic.

The tip of the arrow finally cut through Wei Congrong's right arm, and nailed to the head of the person behind him with a bang.A ferocious smile appeared on Lian Qingruo's beautiful face, and she could almost look at Wei Congrong's pale face with pleasure: "It's useless. It's useless! This poison seals your throat with blood, and no one can save you." .”

At that moment, Wei Congrong suddenly forgot to struggle.Everything in the world is blank, only the slumped figure in front of him has become the only reality.

The person who had been secretly protecting him by his side finally seized the opportunity at this time, and rushed forward to fight the woman.Lian Qingruo was already exhausted, so she was pierced through the heart by a sword before she could use a few moves.

She fell to the ground, still giggling, the coldness of the sword spread from her heart to her whole body.It should have been painful, but she was extremely happy in her heart.For the rest of the day, she wondered if even the old general was beheaded when he was framed by eunuchs and courtiers for collaborating with the enemy and treason, seeing his wife and children scattered and his family destroyed, and his head beheaded. Same pain.

Lian Qingruo slowly closed her eyes, feeling a burst of relief.As if flying to a distant high sky and lying sleepy in soft clouds, she thought vaguely as she walked towards the final darkness.

Is Wuzhou such a good place?

"Jiuxian!" Wei Congrong didn't even give a single glance to the dying woman, he ran towards that person in a panic, picked him up and then used his lightness kung fu to run to the rear camp.

The new emperor, who is used to strategizing, experienced for the first time the feeling of having no master.He didn't care about the battlefield, and he didn't want to pay attention to how the soldiers would feel when they saw him retreating in a hurry. Irritability, anxiety, and confusion all rushed to his heart.

After the initial fear, he felt a kind of confusion slowly rising from his heart.He is a maverick, and what he does will never be recognized by most people in this world, but this just proves that Wei Congrong is a tough person.He was never afraid of everything in the world, despite the wind and rain, he stood still.

He is not close to women, and he asks to marry Su Man Zhaoyan just to get the inheritance from the previous dynasty; he doesn't like wealth, and collects money just to consolidate his power;Wei Congrong only seeks power.After asking for it, he is like most ascetics who have no more desires or desires.

In the final analysis, it was because he was too confident in himself.So that he firmly believes that he is invincible.Many people appeared in his life, but the concubines who had skin relatives were passers-by, the parents and children connected by blood were passers-by, and those who had blood feuds were also passers-by.

Life is like a journey against the road, and I am also a pedestrian.In the final analysis, he is just a passer-by on this throne and in this world. Instead of spending his whole life chasing fame and fortune, it is better to learn to see everything in front of him.It's just such a simple truth, his hands understood half a step ahead of his will.

Jiu Xian is an even more special existence in his life. He is Wei Congrong's hand in hand, the best dark guard, and he is extremely talented and loyal.The two have maintained a physical relationship for several years, and even have a deeper connection at certain times.Jiuxian is more crazy than Wei Congrong, and he is not afraid of life and death.

He dared to do what he said.Wei Congrong appreciates this kind of temperament very much and is very vigilant. Every time the two of them go to Wushan Yunyu together, he will always stroke the knife beside his pillow.Let the cold touch wake you up, don't indulge in it anymore.

The contradiction is exactly here, Wei calmly refuses to yearn for his nine offerings, but is unwilling to leave the gentle hometown he has woven.He is far from trying to play some temper, but that he really doesn't understand love.He didn't understand why Jiuxian's eyes were so hot, he didn't understand that gentle kiss, and he didn't understand that forbearance every time.It was born like this, and after several times, Jiuxian could see through it.Except for Wei's calm and fleeting soft attitude, everything is indifferent to him.He doesn't care whether his efforts are rewarded.

After all, they are masters and servants, not lovers.

The first time Jiuxian lay in Wei Congrong's arms, he was full of novelty, but then he felt even greater sadness.He turned his head and looked at the man's handsome face with unexpected eyes.When I saw the tear that remained in my eye socket, I thought to myself, he is nothing special.

His eyes, which gradually lost their light, followed the man persistently and incomparably nostalgic. Scenes from the past emerged before his eyes, and finally turned into nothingness.He wanted to say a lot, but his throat had long been occupied by drugs, and he couldn't make a sound.

Wei Cong endured the severe pain in his body and ran all the way,

The man in his arms was as light as a feather, and like a bird in flight.Wei calmly clenched his teeth, the distance that usually only takes a moment to reach has become extremely far away.Wei Congrong was very determined in his heart, thinking that he could be saved.

But Jiu Xian couldn't wait any longer, he was eager to pursue the beautiful world at the other end.The long night came from the other side of the world, gently gathered up the innocent suffering souls, and brought them to the land of bliss.He no longer staggers in the elusive magic barrier, and no longer worries about whether he can accompany him for the rest of his life.

"Your Highness..." Before falling into chaos, he struggled and said eagerly: "Wei Congrong..."

So far, all grievances and grievances have disappeared.

Wei Congrong's mind went blank, thinking in a trance, death, such a thing that only happens once in a lifetime, has finally come.

There is nothing special about every day. Before today, every day was a memorial day, and he has passed such a memorial day for decades.

He sat on the ground in a daze, staring at Jiu Xian's face in a daze.Death is such a beautiful thing, that when a sinner is still alive, people will continue to spurn him, saying that he is a real infamy.After he died, people quickly changed their views, death is death, and it is useless to say anything else.

Death could have smoothed everything over.

Wei Congrong felt that his strength was constantly draining. He looked back at the sea of ​​blood behind him, among which the woman's corpse being torn apart by wild dogs was particularly moving.

"Boring, boring!" He gradually grinned, and said weakly: "Life is nothing more than that."

Suffering is not necessarily just a beginning, and death is not necessarily just an end.Wei Congrong stood up slowly from the ground, and dusted off the skirt of Jiuxian for Jiuxian. He didn't understand love, but he was indeed in grief at the moment.

The battlefield behind him was still full of hustle and bustle, and the sound of fighting was entangled with blood and blood. Wei Congrong had already lost interest. He waved his hand and hurriedly said, "Retreat, the Heavenly Dao Stone... can be prepared."

"Jiuxian is dead." Far away in the pass, a man said softly, he looked at that place indifferently but somewhat regretfully.

"I know." The young man lowered his eyes, and asked hesitantly after a while, "He left..."

"Die for what you love." Yan Wuwu sighed, and he didn't know why he sighed, "It can be regarded as my wish fulfilled."

"Yes, he got what he wanted." Wen Shuqiu forced a smile, but when he lowered his head, he turned to wipe his red and swollen eye sockets.

Seeing him weeping, Yan Wuwu's heart suddenly became sore. He held the young man's face and said gently, "Why are you crying?"

"I, I don't know," Wen Shuqiu closed his eyes before holding back the tears, and said in a low voice, "Jiuxian was everything in my childhood...a teacher, a friend, a father, and a friend." Mother. Taught me to practice martial arts and read books. Although he never talked to me much, I thought he really cared for me at that time."

He changed later, and now that I think about it carefully, who can treat the child of the one he loves without any grudges?

Since Wen Shuqiu and Yan unintentionally pierced the window screen, he has become more sensitive to such things. He vaguely sensed the unusual atmosphere between his father and Jiu Xian.Thinking about it back then, it was just the same task for Jiuxian to take care of him.

The young man still couldn't restrain the grief welling up in his heart. Yan Wuxin lowered his head and kissed his soft brows and eyes, and said, "The living is gone, and everything is empty. The most important thing now is that you and I must live Go down. After the war is over, how about I accompany you to pay homage here again?"

"Okay..." The young man also kissed him, his gaze gradually became firm.

The two did not find the place where the Heavenly Dao Stone was stored, so they had to make the next best thing and go to find Prince Yuan first.

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I have lived and died together with half a volume of books, but I still feel that it is not time to open my mouth.The pen is exhausted and the ink is exhausted. I call your name with all my might. ——"Hong Pian"·Luo Tianyi