[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

There was a faint sound of thunder outside the door, presumably it was going to rain again.

There is a lot of rain in summer, especially thunderstorms.

"I regret it." Zhong Yanqiu said, he looks terrible now, his hair is disheveled, the headband that tied his hair has fallen out of nowhere, his skin is wrinkled and bloodshot everywhere There was a deep mark on the palm of the hand being drawn by the horse's bridle, and blood dripped down on the ground.

The clothes are deep and shallow, and a lot of dirty dirt and branches can be shaken off. Not only does it look like dried prunes, but it also smells like pickles that have been stuffed in the cellar for an unknown period of time.

Maybe the beggars on the street corners in the capital are a bit more respectable than him.

Su Mengzhen hadn't met such a down-and-out and ignorant guest for many years. It should be said that he was the only one who dared to come to him in such a way for so many years.

"Sit down." He pulled the low table on the soft couch to make room for Zhong Yanqiu, speaking in a gentle and intimate tone, as if he hadn't heard what Zhong Yanqiu said just now.

Unfortunately, no matter how many years have passed, facing Su Mengzhen, Zhong Yanqiu has only to be taken away as always, because he has never been a very stubborn person, so he has been persuaded by Su Mengzhen too much. Many times, so much that no matter what Su Mengzhen said, he would subconsciously follow suit.

Zhong Yanqiu staggered and walked over. The soft couch with fine cotton lining was covered with light green embroidered snow satin with white crane and cloud patterns. As soon as he sat on it, there was a dirty mud mark on it. After looking at it, he realized that the beggar on the corner of the street was not a bit more decent than him, but he should be a few streets away from him.

Su Mengzhen took out a piece of handkerchief from nowhere and wiped it carefully with Zhong Yanqiu's hand. While wiping, she asked, "Come from the southeast?"

"Ah."

"How long have you been running? Ten days?"

"Seven and a half days."

"You ran here without getting off your horse all the way?"

"Uh-huh."

If Lu Xiaofeng or A Fei were here, they would probably be shocked by Zhong Yanqiu's low-browed and obedient look. If Bai Feifei was here, they would probably be able to laugh at Zhong Yanqiu for more than a year, but neither of them is here right now. Only Su Mengzhen was facing Zhong Yanqiu, with a smile on his face as if he was smoothing the hair of his own fried cat, and wiped the dirty and blood stains on the palm of the other party. The smile has always been a rare visitor on Su Mengzhen's face, but facing Zhong Yanqiu's Sometimes, he always has a good temper.

The scars worn by the horse's bridle were deep, as if they were about to cut off the palm, and they looked horribly tight.

There is no shortage of medicine for Su Mengzhen here. With his fingertips, he picked some from the small white porcelain bottle and applied it on the wound. The strong fragrance of the medicine carried a strange coolness. Mengzhen opened it patiently, and Zhong Yanqiu behaved like a harmless cat in front of him, his open palm was white and without half a callus—even Su Mengzhen himself had thin, thin fingers on the hand holding the knife. Cocooned.

But Zhong Yanqiu didn't, his hands seemed to have never touched a weapon or been stained with blood, looking at it reminded people of a family with white horses, light fur and red sleeves, who had never done heavy labor and never suffered. son.

Su Mengzhen laughed at his unreasonable associations. He still remembers how this hand crushed the assassin's neck lightly, the bones pierced the skin, and the blood spurted three feet high. He also remembers this man I have been lurking in the most bitter and cold place in northern Xinjiang for a full three years, with little clothing and no food.

"That child is called A Fei, right? You picked it up in the north." He went on to say, gossiping as usual, with a slight smile in his tone, "I like children so much? I remember that you especially doted on Ming Jue and them before."

"Gong Jiu." Zhong Yanqiu said sullenly, "His name is Gong Jiu now."

"Mingjue is having trouble with you again?" Su Meng understood clearly, "It's been so many years since you left, it's no wonder he doesn't get into trouble."

If you want to call her Gong Jiu, then call her Gong Jiu. What is the difference between a name and a child?

Zhong Yanqiu was silent for a while, then said, "You are dying."

"I know." Su Mengzhen smiled, his face was pale, the kind of paleness that people who are lingering on the sick bed and dying soon will have, "Do you regret saving me?"

Zhong Yanqiu nodded, then shook his head again.

He doesn't regret saving Su Mengzhen. There is probably no one in the world who is more worthy of saving than Su Mengzhen. Otherwise, he would not spend such a big price to prolong his life, but he does regret it. That's the way to save him.

At that time, he had so many ways to save people, so many ways to choose from.

So he regrets it.

"I chose the road." Su Mengzhen said, looking at Zhong Yanqiu who was at a loss like a child who did something wrong, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I don't regret it at all."

For the vast majority of people in this world, "death" does not mean "the end", the dead soul will go "over there", and then reincarnate and start again.

But Su Mengzhen is a person without a "future". When he dies, it is really over. There will be no reincarnation, no restart, and the soul and body named Su Mengzhen will be together. perish.

That was the price, the price of life and health he didn't deserve.

"You can obviously..." Zhong Yanqiu knew that without himself, Su Mengzhen would die, and reincarnation would be a peaceful and prosperous age, with no disputes in the rivers and lakes, no troubles in the frontiers, born in a prosperous and prosperous family, with good health and no worries. Live peacefully until the end of life in seventy or eighty.

Just like the ideal life that everyone longs for.

"But I have lived." Su Mengzhen said, raised her hand and tapped Zhong Yanqiu's forehead lightly, "If it's just doing nothing, then thousands of generations are meaningless to me."

He has good brothers who are sincere and loyal, and subordinates who are loyal and loyal. The Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower is like the sun, the world is peaceful and the country is stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about foreign enemies. To be a little arrogant, the name Su Mengzhen will also be written in the history books in the future. Will never lose sight of the crowd.

He doesn't regret it at all.

Su Mengzhen was not knocked hard, Zhong Yanqiu covered his head, his brain had almost stopped functioning due to too long running and exhaustion, he looked up at Su Mengzhen, a ray of light shone on that person's face, Dazzlingly bright.

In all fairness, Su Mengzhen doesn't have such a handsome appearance. She has ordinary eyebrows, ordinary nose, and ordinary mouth, and her face is sickly and pale, but Zhong Yanqiu somehow feels that no one can compare to this person, that kind of burning yet bright, like It is the eyes that burn all the life, and it can only be seen in the eyes of this man named Su Mengzhen.

The brain finally sounded an alarm overwhelmed. Su Mengzhen was about to say something, but saw the person who was sitting wobbly on the opposite side suddenly swayed and fell down on the table without moving.

Fell asleep.

Su Mengzhen called Zhong Yanqiu twice, and was relieved when she saw that there was no response from the other party. As soon as she opened her mouth to call someone in, her expression changed and she covered her mouth and coughed.

He coughed so badly that he couldn't breathe. He hunched over and coughed violently as if he was going to vomit his lungs out. Within a few seconds, cold sweat spread all over his forehead, dripping down his forehead.

Is coughing such a painful thing? He thought in a daze. For a while, he couldn't even recall how he survived it in the past. There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and before he had time to take out the handkerchief, blood had already splashed on his clothes .

That tone finally went smoothly, he took out the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, "Come in."

The person waiting at the door came in. He was slender and taller than ordinary people. From a distance, just by his height, he could tell that the person who came was Yang Wuxie, the host of the White House of Golden Wind and Rain Tower. Yang Wuxie is no longer young, and he can't even be called a young man. Fine wrinkles inevitably appear on the corners of his eyes and forehead, making him look less gentle and handsome than when he was young, and adding a bit of maturity square.

"Send him to the room. I'm exhausted after driving for so long." Su Mengzhen said, "If you prepare hot water and clothes, when he wakes up, he will definitely not be able to bear his body."

"If I didn't know that no one except Mr. Zhong would dare to barge in like this, I would really regard him as a beggar who fell into a stinky ditch." Yang Wuxia lifted Zhong Yanqiu up and walked out familiarly. Yanqiu has his own room in the Golden Wind and Rain Building.

"Don't say that in front of him." Su Mengzhen smiled, as if recalling something very interesting, "He can hold grudges very much."

"Don't worry." When he said Yang Wuxie, he also laughed, "With the lessons learned from that young master Fang, everyone is very timid."

Lao Di was stripped clean in front of a large group of people. At that time, Fang Yingkan's face was all green.

Zhong Yanqiu's room is not far away, just turn a corner when you go out. Although people have been away for many years, the room is still clean and there is no dust at all. There is no difference between the furnishings and Su Mengzhen's room. The potted flowers kept by Mengzhen were replaced by porcelain decorations.

The bedding on the bed is brand new, and it is not at all obvious that this room has not been lived in for many years.

Incense is burning in the room, the fragrance is not strong, but very faint with some inexplicable cool aroma, a small pinch is placed in the incense burner, and a thin wisp of light smoke is slowly ignited.

It smells exactly like the incense that Zhong Yanqiu burned in Baiyujing.

Yang Wuxie put the people in place, and asked someone to boil hot water to prepare clothes and send them over. When he went out, he turned around and bumped into Wang Xiaoshi.

People like Wang Xiaoshi who are optimistic, cheerful and somewhat romantic always age slowly. After the situation in the capital stabilizes, he no longer cares about those things, and walks around the world with a sword in his back. He is also an old friend at a table drinking.

He still looks the same as when he was young, with an oiled paper bag in his hand, and the red paper covering his head should be Hefangzhai's dim sum, with his sword on his back, he raised his hand to say hello when he saw Yang Wuxie , and laughed again: "Cough, this smell, maybe you fell into that stinky ditch."

Yang Wuxie glanced at him, and didn't explain why he didn't know why, and even looked forward to Wang Xiaoshi saying this again in front of Zhong Yanqiu.

This kind of mood may be the same as Lu Xiaofeng's friends always make a fool of his bad luck and are happy to see it happen.