Travel thousands of miles in my life

A deadly silence enveloped the camp, and everyone moved cautiously, for fear of disturbing the people in the big tent.

But there was one person who didn't care about it, and rushed into the tent like crazy.He punched anyone who dared to step forward to stop him, and kicked the guard viciously.This kind of noise soon alarmed the person in the tent, a pale and weak hand lifted the curtain, and a deep voice came to the person's ears: "Come in."

That man's face was bruised as if he had been slapped by a kid, and such hideous traces ruined his originally handsome features.The mother-in-law knife on his back and the birthmark on his face both clearly show his identity——Wei Sanjue.

Wei calmly sat on the bed and ignored Wei Sanjue, all his mind was on the bed.Lying on the narrow couch was a man with bruised skin and extremely pale complexion.Wei looked at the man calmly, as if he wanted to trace his facial features with his eyes and keep them in his heart.And Wei Sanjue's expression changed from original indignation to panic and grief when he saw the lying person.

"Dead..." He was trembling all over, as if he had suffered some great injustice, and as if he had just returned from a world of ice and snow: "He is dead."

These three words took away all his strength, Wei Sanjue knelt down and sat on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his veins burst out.

"En." Wei calmly responded, and said softly, "Jiu Xian is dead."

A clang-

Wei Sanjue drew out the Mother-in-Child Knife and placed it between the man's neck. His eyes were red and he asked desperately, "Why did he die?"

"Block an arrow for me." Wei's calm attitude was very calm, as if the death was just a flower he had watered for a long time, and he didn't even respond to the knife threatening his life at all.

If you look carefully at this moment, you will definitely find that his calm and indifference has become numb, and his eyes are also empty.The man is sitting here like a walking corpse, but the consciousness that dominates his thoughts has already flown far away.

"...He loves you so much, why..." Wei Sanjue seemed to be unable to find anything to say, he repeated a sentence over and over again, and finally even dropped the knife Nothing was found on the ground.

Wei calmly glanced at him condescendingly, then turned to look at the person lying on the bed.I suddenly felt very strange in my heart, it was a face that was facing each other day and night, why was it so ugly after I closed my eyes and stopped speaking?He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the corpse, and found that he was still obediently waiting for a kiss, so he sighed softly: "I'll see you off."

He pointed to the corpse on the couch, turned and left without hesitation.

There was an angry voice like weeping blood from behind: "Wei Congrong, you bastard—"

brute?Wei calmly looked down at his palm, and slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely weird smile.How can there be a beast like him who never understands the meaning of love?If not to be loved is misfortune, then not to love is a kind of eternal loneliness.As for Wei Congrong, he is stepping on the edge of misfortune and loneliness. The person who loved him has long gone, and he has once again lost the opportunity to escape from loneliness.

Fatigue strikes again, not only the weakness of the body, but also the emptiness of the mind.

There is a voice in my heart that is full of temptation and says: Why are you afraid of being alone?If someone is with you, you will not be alone.

Just at this time, someone came to report that the Heavenly Dao Stone had been completely stripped out, and the fire had been lit to raise the temperature.Wei Congrong showed a gentle smile and looked at the many busy soldiers behind him, the camp in the distance, and the pawns around him, and let out an insignificant sigh.

"never mind."

The man sent the pawn away, and then sat down in front of Xiaoku's door. He was not in a hurry to ignite the Heavenly Dao Stone, but said to the side: "Come out, I have seen you already."

"Why don't you call yourself Zhen anymore?" A young man walked out slowly from behind the door and stood in front of the man.

"Because it's not necessary." Wei calmly looked at this son who had almost never met since birth, "You look a lot like Su Man Zhaoyan."

"How long will it take for these ignitions to erupt?" Wen Shuqiu asked.

"Kung Fu for two cups of tea?" Wei Congrong said with a smile, "What are you here for?"

"Stop it," the young man was stunned, how long had he not spoken to this father like this?Every meeting in the past was not friendly, and every time they had to go to war.

"You are the same as him..." Wei calmly stared at him, trying to find a familiar connection from him, and suddenly smiled, "Then you go."

"Someone once told me," the young man's eyes were filled with flames, he finally turned his head to look at Wei Congrong, and said suddenly: "When a person dies, he will become a cloud or a star in the sky. That's enough. gone."

"Really." The man laughed loudly, the laughter touched his sensitive arm, and the pain finally brought him back to reality.Looking far away, he saw it from a distance.

Under the flames soaring into the sky, a person came chasing clouds and stepping on the moon, his face was full of anxiety, and his clothes were flying.When that person saw the white figure engulfed by the flames, his eyes were tearing apart, and he wished he could replace it with himself.

In just a snap of his fingers, the man quickly landed in front of the door and smashed open the door with a desperate punch, but was blocked by the falling beam.The huge tongue of flame curled, licked from the room to the window, and burst out like a whirlwind.The pillars outside the house had long been burnt black, and even the shadow was white compared to it.The light blue sky also seemed to feel something, as if it had been leaked by something, it shed red and orange brilliance.

Yan Wuwu's mind went blank. He smashed open the wooden door, but there was still a layer of fine iron door inside - it was specially made to heat up faster.No matter how high his internal strength is, he can only do useless work at this time.The man had long forgotten what moves to do, he just punched hard on the black iron door one after another, with the internal force on it, the door was only dented a little bit.

"Give up," Wei Congrong smiled half-happily and half-boringly when he saw that his injuries were visible. He hummed an out-of-tuned little song, and occasionally added a sentence: "Unless the gods and Buddhas come, no one can save him."

Wei calmly staggered to his feet, clutched his chest and walked out of the pass, still humming a little tune like crazy.

Crazy waves of fire followed one after another, baring their teeth and waving their claws as if trying to swallow the sky.The black smoke gradually permeated, as if the thick clouds of May soaked in black smoke had descended to the ground silently.Yan Wuyi seemed to be able to hear the scorching crackling of his lover's flesh, as if he could see him lying unconscious on the ground, and even saw the cold stone tablet standing in front of his eyes. This scene strangely overlapped with the time when his parents passed away. together.The same powerlessness, the same sadness, but even more despair.He has nothing more to lose.

He seemed to be saying goodbye all the time, saying goodbye to his parents, pavilion master, uncle, and friends one by one, and watching them go on that unknown road.Now a door separates the past and the past, even the last Wen Shuqiu couldn't keep it.

The man slowly raised his hand, condensing his inner strength in his palm, and performed the first pose of Xuqing Palm.

In front of the eyes is the blue sky and the wind, the sound of the Taoists preaching the scriptures can be heard endlessly, there are three or five arhats staring angrily, and the treasure looks solemn.His father lived a happy and happy life. After having a wife and son, he had a sudden enlightenment one day and realized this way.

Such a way is the way of consummation, but it is not his way.

Yan Wuxin closed his eyes, and the sound of Zen scriptures in his ears gradually faded away. The angry King Kong lowered his eyes, and countless Udumbara flowers bloomed around him, and then withered away in an instant.Between prosperity and decline, all causes and effects are reduced to nothingness.Only the self on the throne was so clear, Yan Wuxin walked up to it, interlocking and merging with that distracted finger.

So far, Daocheng.This is his way, after experiencing life and death, he began to know how to face himself.

"There is no such thing as a god, as long as he needs it, I am a god." The man's palm fell lightly on the door. It seemed as light as a feather, but in fact it weighed a thousand catties—the door made of black iron was opened directly. mouth.

"Qiuqiu!" The heat wave evaporated the blood dripping from the wound on his hand, Yan Wuyi didn't notice it, his eyes were only filled with that plain white figure, "I'm sorry..."

This loud noise heralded the end of a catastrophe like child's play.Wei calmly looked at the sky dyed by the fire, and the gorgeous color was honestly reflected in his dark and deep eyes.

"Is it over?" he asked himself and answered, "Is it over?"

It all ended like a joke, with all his past vain ambitions and all his unrealistic fantasies, all vanished into thin air.

whoosh-

The sound of piercing the air came from a distance, shooting into his chest and into his lungs.The exhausted body finally stopped working, leaving only the brain still active.Everything in the world has passed away in his eyes, only the scenes of the past are left to slide by like a revolving lantern. He smashed those memories and looked at them again, carefully revisiting each picture, and not letting go of any small details. Pass.

Yun Duo thought so too.

Seeing the death of the man below the city, the young man on the tower in the distance lowered his bow with trembling hands, finally burst out laughing, and when he looked carefully, two lines of tears fell down his face.

This is the real letting go.Then he took a few steps back and sat cross-legged, and when someone came to check on him later, he had already sat for a long time.

"I just...returned to Lu Chen's embrace." The young man's eyes were blurred, and he whispered into the distance.

The cloud gradually dissipated, and the golden light shone on the battlefield.

Yan Wuxin and Wen Shuqiu supported each other and stood on the tower.His mood is extremely open, maybe everyone has found a home.

This day, neither sunny nor rainy.He no longer needs to rely on the painful gains and losses of his youth for support, and he only wishes to be with that person from now on, holding a sword, singing songs, and laughing across the rivers and lakes.

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The full text ends here, the rivers and lakes are still going on, and so are their stories.

It can be said that this article is far from what I originally imagined, but in fact there is no difference.I'm also an iron head, so I can write martial arts with cold themes in this kind of little transparent period.The list is bye all the year round, clicks are single digits all the year round, and there are only a few little angels in the comment area. I really almost gave up halfway, because the feeling of single player is too painful.

Thank you Qianyao, Aoyi, Teacher Ha and Fusheng for your continuous encouragement, thank you Fengfeng for helping me solve my confusion, and Sun and Mint for your encouragement.I would also like to thank Dongdong, Mousse, 123 and every little angel who left a message, I remember your IDs!Love you guys!

I will get better in the next post and look forward to meeting you again.