a priest friend of mine

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Chu Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed him to his side, raised his chin with his fingers, and put his lips next to his delicate face, with a frivolous expression, while looking provocatively at Mo Feng under the tower.

"Jiangshan and Beauty, you choose one."

Country or beauty, which one is more important?

This sentence, before Mo Feng came, he had asked himself countless times in his heart.

After thinking with some focus, he will still answer, which is equally important.

The country belongs to him, and so does the beauty, and no one can take it away.If he took it away by force, he would naturally ask that person to donate blood to return it!

However, if the situation has reached the point where Qing Chen's life is threatened, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

Maybe he can fight back in Jiangshan, but if his people are gone, he will go to heaven and earth, and there will be nowhere, how will he get them back.

Mo Feng forced himself to calm down, stared at the wisp of green smoke above the tower, and promised in a deep voice: "Qingchen, I will definitely bring you back."

Hearing his words, Qing Chen smiled faintly, with a look of trust in his eyes.

Fortunately, he did not agree to this absurd deal, he is a rare wise gentleman.

He also believed that if Mo Feng dared to say it, he would definitely be able to do it.

In the next second, Mo Feng raised his hand and ordered to the soldiers behind him, "Siege the city gate!"

The soldiers and horses moved in response to the sound, and dozens of soldiers carried the tree trunks, exhausted all their strength, and violently slammed into the city gate.

His own safety was threatened, so Chu Yan naturally couldn't just stand by and watch. He had already made preparations. He took a few steps back and waved his hand. Hundreds of soldiers rushed up from the top of the tower. With the arrow in hand, the bowstring is fully drawn, and hundreds of sharp arrows break the string and shoot out.

At the same time, Lan Xiao's soldiers who had long been ambushing outside the city also rushed out, the two armies merged together, the swords collided with cold light and flew, and the blood spattered three feet from the chest.

The scene became tragic in an instant.

Compared to Chu Yan who watched with cold eyes, Qing Chen looked down at the bottom of the tower, his eyes full of desolation.

Blood, exuding the smell of rust, filled the nostrils.

The corpse, the scars are hideous and glaring, the red meat is rolled up, the huge visual impact makes people want to vomit.

Mo Feng held the long pistol into the chest of the soldier in front of him, and the donated blood splashed on his handsome face, adding a bit of chill to him.

He pulled out the pistol forcefully, lightly shook off the dead body in front of him, and then cut the pistol across the neck of the person who was about to sneak attack beside him.

□□Bloodthirsty, his face became hazy in the fog of blood.

The surroundings had already turned into an asura field, the loess was stained with blood, and the sword was dazzling. Mo Feng raised his eyes and glanced around. There were enemies and his own people who fell beside him.

A look of guilt flashed across his eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Qingchen above the tower, his eyes full of determination.

.........

Seemingly unbearable to see the bloody scene in front of him, Qing Chen gently closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "How about I play a song for you?"

Chu Yan beside him was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to play the piano with great interest under such circumstances.

After thinking for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What do you want to do?"

Qing Chen glanced down lightly, and said softly: "Mourning the souls of the dead."

Chu Yan looked at him suspiciously, as if he was thinking about his real purpose, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't figure it out, so he said coldly: "There is no piano here!"

Qing Chen looked at him with desolate eyes: "I want to play a song for Mo Feng, you know it in your heart, today, either he dies or I die, even such a small thing at this time, can't satisfy me?" ?”

After listening to his words, Chu Yan's eyes were a little moved, and he stared at him for a long time with a cold expression, before slowly saying: "Come on, prepare the piano!"

.........

A moment later, on the city tower, the thin figure held the lyre in his hand, and placed the qin on the table leisurely. Then, while looking down at the bloodthirsty figure below the city tower, he slowly hooked the strings. .

The clear watery sound of the piano flowed out from his fingertips. He fiddled with his bare hands, and his fingers fluttered on the seven strings. The tune was smooth and light.

Standing beside him and looking at him, Chu Yan thought that he was playing a melody as plain as water, but who knew that the smooth sound was just his audition, and the next second, his fingers turned suddenly, and he fiddled with it in a hurry.

The sound of the piano is high-spirited and powerful, compact and sharp, and the rhythm is constantly changing.

It was "Ambush in Ten Miles", and what surprised Chu Yan was that he was able to play this piece of music so superbly, like a million soldiers approaching the city, the rhythm was sonorous and powerful, exciting, and the long notes were passionate and high-pitched, playing out the flames of war. Swirling intense scenes.

Originally Chu Yan could still listen calmly, but then, he felt something was wrong.

The temples were faintly swollen, and the heart seemed to be bouncing vigorously and colliding with the high-pitched piano sound.

Chu Yan put his hand on his forehead, frowning and distorting his face in pain, the tighter and tighter tone, like a magic voice, lingered in his mind, making him confused.

At the same time, no matter whether it was the people above or below the tower, when they heard the high-pitched piano sound, they all knelt down and covered their heads, grinning in pain.

The same is true for Mo Feng, when he first heard the sound of the piano, he thought it was Qing Chen playing the music to cheer him up, but when he realized something was wrong, he covered his ears with one hand and ordered loudly: "Cover your ears! Don't listen to the piano!" Voice!"

With the command and order of the general, the soldiers who were about to sacrifice covered one ear, raised their swords and slashed at the enemy kneeling in pain.

On the contrary, Chu Yan was the closest person to Qing Chen, the sound of the piano was the first to float into his ears, and it was too late for him to stop it.

Covering his head with his hands, he knelt down straight on the ground, a low cry of pain came from his throat, and the tight and rapid melody of the piano echoed in his ears, faintly, there was blood dripping from his ears.

Lan Xiao's soldiers were all disturbed by the sound of the piano, and without the guidance of the general, they were soon defeated and reduced to lonely souls under the knife.

Qing Chen's expression was as calm as water, his white and slender fingers kept ticking, the rhythm of the piano sound expanded and relaxed with his fingers, and the atmosphere faintly became tense and terrifying.

Two-thirds of the melody was played, and towards the end, the sound of the piano gradually changed from high pitched to low, the melody was sad and tragic, the plain white fingers kept rubbing the strings, the vibrato sound was compact, and suddenly sank.

At the moment when the sound of the zither stopped suddenly, more than half of the people above and below the city tower bled to death from seven orifices, and the whole scene was extremely tragic.

Stretching out his hand to cover the strings to stop it from trembling, Qing Chen stood up slowly, looking at the tragic scene under the tower, his eyes faintly trembled with cold light.

Since Mo Feng could risk his life to fight for him, why couldn't he?

At this moment, human life is nothing more than an insignificant ant to him. You can call him cruel or ruthless, but what he wants is the safety of that person.

He gently stood on the platform of the tower, his thin figure seemed to be crumbling in the wind, Mo Feng noticed his movements, and opened his eyes wide in horror.

But listening, he opened his thin lips lightly, and silently uttered three words.

catch me.

Before Mo Feng could calm down, he saw that wisp of green smoke, like a gust of wind, pouring lightly towards the bottom of the tower.

At this moment, the blood in Mo Feng's whole body rushed to the top of his head. He dropped the gun in his hand and ran over there quickly. At a distance of three or four meters, he reached out and hugged him firmly in his arms.

The momentum brought by his fall made it impossible for Mo Feng to land safely. He quickly hugged the person in his arms, adjusted their positions, and protected him with his body. When he landed, his body hit the ground hard.

The dust on his body was not damaged at all.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Mo Feng raised his hand to caress his face, his fingers were stained, whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.

"You are finally here."

Qing Chen propped himself up with his hands on the ground, staring at him with tears in his eyes as dark as stars.

It feels so good to be held in his arms again...

Mo Feng's eyes were as gentle as ever, he stared deeply at the person on his body, panting softly: "You will not leave, I will not abandon."

Hot tears burst out of his eyes, and a drop of clear tears fell between Mo Feng's lips, Qing Chen smiled softly with tears in his eyes: "We will never be separated again."

"Okay." Mo Feng licked the salty tears on his lips, smiled softly, and looked down at him: "This is why you don't want to play the piano for me?"

Qing Chen nodded slightly, tears gradually blurred his vision.

Mo Feng raised his lips to show him a more gentle smile than before, and whispered his name: "Qing Chen..."

He resisted the severe pain from his body, stared deeply at Qing Chen, as if he wanted to remember his appearance in his bones, his blood-stained lips trembled slightly, and said each word: "I... love you."

At this moment, he is not a high-ranking emperor, and in front of love, he is just a commoner.

Qing Chen chuckled with tears in his eyes, and was about to say something to him, but saw Mo Feng frowned, spit out another mouthful of blood, and passed out.

"...Chongguang!" His voice trembled, and he called out to him in a low voice, but the man didn't answer again, Qingchen couldn't stand the shock, and closed his eyes lightly and fell on him.

Even though the seven orifices were bleeding, Chu Yan still braced himself up, picked up the bow and arrow from the ground with difficulty, stood up staggeringly, supported the balcony, and drew the bow with trembling hands, aiming the sharp arrow at Qing Chen's back under the city , broke out at once.

At this critical moment, the reinforcements led by General Qi were long overdue. Seeing the sharp arrow heading towards the two of them at lightning speed, he raised his hand to set the arrow without hesitation, fully drew the bowstring, and charged at the two of them. Letting go of Qing Chen's body is an arrow.

The trajectories of the two arrows were completely different, but they collided unexpectedly. Not far above Qing Chen's body, two equally sharp arrows collided with each other and were quickly bounced away.

Shooting this arrow, Chu Yan had already exerted all his strength, and seeing that the arrow missed, he was furious for a moment, spewed out a mouthful of blood, then shook his body, and passed out.

.........

Waking up again, it was already evening, Qingchen was lying in the room of Weiyang Palace, the first reaction when he woke up was to get up and look to his side.

However, there was no sign of that person on the huge bed.

Feeling anxious, he didn't care to put on his coat, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran out in a hurry.

Mo Feng... Where is Mo Feng...

For the first time, he didn't get lost and walked all the way to Mo Feng's palace without hindrance. As soon as he walked in, he saw Mo Yi walking out of the bedroom with a solemn expression.

He rushed up to meet him, grabbed his sleeve anxiously, and asked him, "Mo... Where is Mo Feng?"

When Mo Yi saw him, his face became more and more gloomy, and he waved his hand away, but he didn't reply.

Seeing his appearance, Qing Chen felt more and more heartache: "...Where is Mo Feng!"

Mo Yi glanced at him coldly, and said two cold words: "Dead."

died……

The light and fluttering two words made Qing Chen feel thunderous.

died?

How could he die...

He said, you will not leave, I will not abandon.

Now that he hasn't left, how can he give up.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, Qing Chen seemed to have been drained of all his strength, his face was pale, his lips were trembling numbly: "How is it possible... how is it possible..."

Seeing his appearance, Mo Yi had a strange look in his eyes, but he still had a cold face, and said in a deep voice: "The monster that harms the country will only disturb the harem and bring disasters to Linji!"

The demon of disaster...

Disturb the harem...

bring disaster...

Is it really him...

.........

Qingchen didn't know how he got out of it, let alone how he got out of the palace. His mind was full of Mo Feng's appearance, gentle, annoyed, full of lust, full of love for him full.

He seemed to see that Mo Feng's eyes were as gentle as ever, staring deeply at himself, and said to him gently.

"You will not leave, I will not abandon."

Hearing him whisper his name in a low and heart-rending voice.

"Qingchen."

He said he loves himself, since he loves himself, why should he be left alone.

I met Mo Yi on the way, and he sent someone to send himself back to the foot of Yufu Mountain, and then left silently, as if he didn't intend to take care of him anymore, as if... this was his final destination.

The night was like black ink, he felt the night road step by step, and staggered up the mountain. He only vaguely remembered that the last time he walked this mountain road, it was Mo Feng who carried him down.

At that time, the road was still so steep and rugged, why...but he didn't find it difficult to walk at all.

In the early morning, when he reached the top of the mountain, it was just dawn, and the Taoist priests who saw him were very surprised to see him, and asked him why he came back.

He didn't answer, just walked in.

In the backyard, he found Taoist Priest Kong Jian who was meditating, and said that he wanted to devote himself to cultivating Taoism and no longer greedy for the world of mortals.

Seeing Taoist Master Kong looked at him, he shook his head slowly: "You have been fettered by the world, so how can you talk about cultivating Taoism?"

"Then what should I do?" he asked softly.

Daoist Kong Jian closed his eyes and said slowly: "Where it starts, it will end there. It is disillusionment and new life."

Where it starts, it ends.

What do you mean, what do you mean.

Qingchen walked on the road in the backyard with a dazed expression, and unknowingly walked into the other garden in the backyard. This place was specially built by Guannei to give those dignitaries who came here a comfortable and peaceful resting place .

It's just that some Taoist priests usually meditate in it.

The stone chairs in the garden and the big trees next to them, nothing has changed, the past is still clearly imprinted in my mind like yesterday.

This is also the place where he and Mo Feng met for the first time.

At that time, the sun was scorching like fire, but it was no match for the fire in his eyes.

There was a faint figure as deep as ink, lightly beside him, he whispered softly, calling his name softly, as gentle as ever.

That voice was full of love, which made him stunned for a moment.

He stared at the compact soil under the tree, suddenly smiled sadly, and turned around slowly to leave.

But see.

Outside the garden, the darkness of the night didn't look like a phantom, his handsome face was full of tenderness, and he called him in a low voice: "Qingchen..."

Qing Chen turned his eyes to look, and this time, he never wanted to look away.

It turns out that wherever it starts, it will end. It is a disillusionment and a new life. This is what it means.

Seeing him walking quickly to embrace her in his arms, Qing Chen buried her head in his chest, feeling the powerful beating of his heart, and suddenly smiled lightly.

It turned out that you never left.