[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Mu Chenfeng stood there in a simple white shirt, with a high crown, he hastily tied his hair in a bun and inserted a wooden hairpin, and stared at Wanhua with unbelievable eyes in the dim candlelight of the standing lamp. The morning dew was clear and translucent, and his skin was reflected yellow and warm white, making him look like an ignorant Chunyangzi who just came down the mountain, not a swordsman who has been in the alliance for seven years and participated in countless battles.

Jiang Yan stared at him for a while but didn't see his answer. He cleared his throat, and immediately said with a flick of his sleeves: "Mu Daochang, you are very good. You have to break this game with me. I let you live, but you have to seek death. You just want to die." hate me so much?"

Although Wan Hua often hides a knife in her smile, it is rare to be so aggressive. Her phoenix eyes are narrowed because she has not been in contact with the light for a long time, and the tails of her eyes are stained with candlelight.

Mu Chenfeng was still standing, turning a deaf ear to his usual cold words, and didn't even listen to what he said next, but only looked at the elegant features on his pale face over and over again.

He had hoped for him to wake up countless times, so he looked forward to it day and night to express his heart. He was not afraid of disappointment, but he was afraid that he would never return, so until now he dared not enter the Soul Market to look for him again.Now he stood in front of him and questioned him, as if after such a long time in his life, he overlapped with the picture he was looking forward to, making him dare not make any movements, for fear that if he moved or said a word, everything in front of him would be wiped out.

Jiang Yancai took up his own body somewhat uncomfortable. Killing the assassin just now was an almost instinctive reaction. The body did not fully perceive it before he shot. At this moment, the meridians were already hot. After standing for a while and saying a few words, he also felt a lot of fatigue feel.

Facing the Taoist priest who was in a daze like an idol, he couldn't take it anymore, reached out his hand to take out his hair ornament from his palm, and tied it back loosely.

"You..." Mu Chenfeng bowed his head slightly because of his movements, his palm touched his burning fingertips, and he only spit out one word with a movement of his throat.

"I should have been decapitated by Hao Qi, or killed by Xiao Fan to relieve my hatred, but you taught me to survive like this, you..." Jiang Yan brushed her long hair back, and said softly helplessly and sullenly.

Mu Chenfeng looked up at him: "Jiang Yan."

"The Gu insects on Zhe Yi are domineering and powerful, how can there be a shelter for the 'puppet Gu'?" Jiang Yan caught his distraught gaze after the candlelight, paused and said, "What you said and did, I know it all. I don’t want to tell you what I know. You have seen and heard it. Now, do you know that you have no way out? Is it worth it?! I have been plotting against you from the beginning to the end, why don’t you hate me to the end? "

Wan Hua asked eagerly, and finally stared closely at his suddenly turbulent eyes.

Shang Shuiyun once said that the soul can be taken out and attached back, but Jiang Yan has been adapting to his own body for a long time.

At first he was not prepared to survive by himself at all, and then it was nothing more than an accident and wanted to stop it immediately, but it was much more difficult for the stripped living soul to control the already bloody body than imagined, the three souls and seven souls were sealed on the body Stuck in the gap between yin and yang again, no matter how powerful the soul body is, it is helpless against the humble mahogany sword.

Since then, everything has gone out of control, and it is the person in front of him who has to struggle to get back.

"Jiang Yan..." Mu Chenfeng moved his lips and called him again, reaching out his hand to reach him, but a half-warm liquid fell on the back of his hand, and he flipped his hand to catch it in a daze, and there were more Crystal drops of water fell on the palm of his hand, and he raised his hand to caress his cheek, which was stained with tears.

Mu Chenfeng has never shed tears in front of others. Ever since he left the nightmarish confinement hut, he knew that tears were useless. Ever since he was ordered to meditate three times by his master, he knew that tears should not be used. Even if Yu Wangjiangya was forced to a hopeless At this point, Jiang Yan was half-coaxed and half-deceived to wail and vent, but he couldn't cry a little bit.

However, he is just crying now, there is no sadness to dilute, no despair to describe, even he himself does not know why, but seeing Jiang Yan standing in front of him talking to him vividly, everything that has been frozen since he was a child is gone. Melting into water, overflowing from the heart and eyes.

He was originally an exiled fairy with a handsome face, but at this moment the teardrops are falling glisteningly, and the candle shadows reflect the pure misery of the sea and the moonlight. Since ancient times, the tears and weeping tears of mermaids are nothing more than this.

Jiang Yan was amazed by his tears, and couldn't see his emotions through his flickering eyes like shattered glass, and felt a little worried for a while, so he lowered his voice and said: "Chen Feng..."

"Jiang Yan..." Mu Chenfeng called him again, hesitating to reach out to him again.

"I'm here." Jiang Yan answered him sincerely this time, holding tightly the hand he dared not reach out to touch, and pulling him closer, "I'm here."

"So, I've been waiting for you." Mu Chenfeng closed his eyes lightly, and immediately shed more tears. He tremblingly held back his still cold fingers, and then brought his hand to his heart, looking at Wan Huayin's obvious smile. With moving and gentle eyes, he said slowly, "Jiang Yan."

He spoke every word very clearly, his hesitant face was stained with tears, and he was a little cautious, as if he was showing him the dream-like heart like a mirror.

Even though his heart was no longer beating, Jiang Yan felt that his heart was hot again and his soul was trembling.

He does evil to others, is rampant and senseless, caressing about his steps and self-proclaimed, knowing that one day he will usher in decay.But when he met him again, it was like catching a lingering white crane, the light feathers were stained with blood but seemed flawless, making him suddenly yearn for the light in the chaotic and lightless hell of the underworld.He resisted the urge to break its wings and let him go, allowing it to walk into the impossible future with the expectation he admitted to be ridiculous.

It refused, circled and screamed, and finally landed with him.

Jiang Yan stared at him intently, subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand against his cheek, wiped away the tears falling down from him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into his arms, buried in the broken hair of his neck and said in pain: "Silly boy, I have no desires or meanings in this life. Apart from the kindness of my teacher, the only thing I care about is... how could you do such a stupid thing!"

A cry of pain poured into his ears with full of emotions, Mu Chenfeng stopped his tears instantly, and his shoulders ached from being hugged tightly by him without knowing what to do, and finally he felt the truth.

There is no one else in the middle, no camp, no enemies, no Jiang Yuhan who both think that the other has love for each other, only the thoughts that are afraid of asking but can't simply give up, and the sincerity that is obviously close but refuses to believe.

He said he cared, now that the truth is clear, what more could he ask for?

"Jiang Yan, if I were a pawn, I would also like to get out of the move I want to go." Mu Chenfeng raised his arms to embrace him, almost unable to control his joy, and leaned on his shoulder softly, "If you say this step is worth it?" , is it too late? I was..."

"It's not too late." Jiang Yan interrupted his self-blaming words without hesitation, raised his head from the crook of his neck, held up the tear-stained but joyful face for a closer look, then shook his head in his questioning eyes, and answered, "You and I haven't grown old yet."

Mu Chenfeng's throat tightened, and he quickly looked at his erratic eyes.

"I'm just sorry." Jiang Yan watched his eyes light up, lowered his eyelids and shook his head mockingly, "I walked the road of three lives, but only took this life, and now there is still a smoldering fire, so I suddenly feel reluctant to part with it. "

After saying that, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his smooth forehead.

The cool lips touched the water, the skin there instantly burned up, and the last sliver of haze pressing on the tip of his heart disappeared quietly. He finally revealed his frank, unhidden gentle smile to him, read forever from his distant eyes that could reach the pontoon bridge on the other side.

The night wind blew in from the terrace, rolled up the bead curtains and jingled, and also brought the smell of blood from the ground into the air.There were a few corpses lying in places that could not be illuminated by the flickering standing lamp, which was a problem that could not be ignored anyway.

When Mu Chenfeng looked back, Jiang Yan had frowned and rolled up his sleeves and walked among the assassins, then stopped in the dark, picked up the sword he had dropped on the ground and returned it to him, and asked, "When did you start to notice Does my soul know?"

"I don't know how to use the Hexiang from the Boshan furnace." Mu Chenfeng took the saber, blinked at him in the light of the candle, and said truthfully, "Before, I just lighted the soot underneath."

Jiang Yan suddenly felt uncomfortable in the dark, his boots trampled on the cloth spread by several people on the ground, and finally looked at the balcony where the moonlight leaked in, and chuckled: "The so-called good fortune is to tease people in subtle ways. "

"Why did they kill you?" Mu Chenfeng asked, smelling the smell of blood on the ground.

"The villain and Haoqi have always been consistent in their treatment of foreign enemies. In recent years, they have blocked their way in the dark and in the dark. Recently, they got involved in the Yin and Yang worlds, and they were blocked from gathering spirits and attracting ghosts. That's why they suffered a big loss in Tiance Soul Market. Let go of Zheyi, who is waving his hands to refine the corpse, and his related people. More than that..." Jiang Yan approached the terrace, leaned on the railing and looked at the wave light of Qujiang under the bright moon, and said with a smile, "Master and I had a long meeting before the war. In Chang’an, I have fought against them, and they were nothing more than that at that time. The flute I often played was learned by a music official who had retired to the market at that time.”

Long before he entered the Valley of the Evil, the sea of ​​flowers was still competing for splendor, and the Tang Dynasty had not experienced war, and everything had not yet begun. He was still the high-spirited young man who was curious about new things, learned from miscellaneous knowledge, and had a bright future ahead.

Mu Chenfeng caught a glimpse of his calmly talking and laughing face from the half-bright moonlight, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he heard his deep voice, but he didn't know how to answer him so that he could erase the ruined past in his eyes. After a long while, he said: "I will clean up here."

"You?" Jiang Yan turned his head, glanced at the silhouette of the corpse on the ground in the dark, and raised his eyebrows at him, "It's not good to be so much during the New Year's Day, someone will clean up, we just need to take shelter for a while, you come with me .”

Muchen Fengshang was surprised, Jiang Yan had come over and extinguished the standing lamp, and at the moment of darkness, he accurately grabbed his wrist and held it in his hand, leading him out.

Mu Chenfeng didn't resist at all this time, he looked down at his knuckle hand, wishing that he would never let go.

It was already dark at that time, the gatekeeper of the inn rubbed his eyes and recognized Mu Chenfeng's waist card raised towards him, and opened the door with a yawn to let him go. He couldn't help but wonder when the Taoist priest who always went out alone had a companion, Then he watched in a daze as the two sons walked away arm in arm.

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