[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

"Chenfeng?!" Jiang Yan was startled, and subconsciously reached out to touch him.

"It's because the people blocking the way moved my hands when I went down the mountain, and that's why I got their blood." Mu Chenfeng hurriedly responded to him, shook hands with his outstretched hands, and slowly leaned his face against his already bony shoulder, and said calmly, "You can't see me anymore, and you can't smell the blood on my body...Jiang Yan..."

Wan Hua didn't move for a long time, and finally touched his neck comfortingly, and comforted him: "It's just that I can't see clearly, it's not blind...I won't fail to recognize you, Chen Feng."

"Okay." Mu Chenfeng replied without thinking.

His beautiful eyes that were as deep as a cold pool could no longer see him, and his clear voice began to be hoarse, and he would not remember him in the future, and in the future, he would be insane and insane as the old Taoist said, and he would die step by step with the change of the sun and the moon .

He and him are a splendid firework in the end.

However he kept silent again, Wan Hua came to his senses first, grabbed his shoulders suddenly, and said solemnly: "Why didn't you leave? The Kunlun matter has been arranged, why are you still here?"

Mu Chenfeng knew that the current self was probably just a figure in his eyes, even so, he looked at him and said very seriously:

"Jiang Yan, I'm not going anywhere."

"The pursuers have arrived, you go!"

"I'm not going anywhere."

He repeated it calmly, leaving the audience speechless, Jiang Yan pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "If I agree to erase that mark, will Taoist Mu be obedient and go to Kunlun? "

Mu Chenfeng choked up when he heard every word he babbled out, and saw his slightly loose robe tightly wrapped around his waist along his thin face, and finally couldn't help trembling: "It's up to now... ...how are you still sober?"

"Chen Feng, since this situation of smoldering flames cannot be changed, don't pay more." Jiang Yan sensed his embarrassment, immediately slowed down his voice, and gently advised him, "If I have another way, I’m definitely willing to give it a try, and I definitely don’t want to leave you on purpose.”

Wan Hua's words were still orderly, Mu Chenfeng was slightly stunned and felt pain in his heart, turned his face away and saw that half of the game on the chessboard was not over, the soup was still warming in the stove, Niaoyou, who was sleeping soundly, was surrounded by flower branches and wine pot.

It was a gift brought by the old Taoist when he visited. In the unopened bottle, this year's plum blossoms were soaked in last year's fermented wine.However, in the late spring and early spring, no matter old wine or new tea or seasonal flowers, they cannot be shared hand in hand, and they can only rest when they are drunk.

"Jiang Yan..." Mu Chenfeng's eyes lingered on Jiang Yan's usual objects in the house for long enough, and when he took them back, they were silent, "Will you accompany me to the flower sea to see the flowers again?"

Jiang Yan frowned instinctively when he heard his sudden request, and nodded hesitantly when he went to Huahai, closed his eyes and stood up with him again. Medicinal drink.

When the two of them stepped out of the courtyard, the sunset glow happened to burn out the last blush.The wheelchair ran over fallen leaves and dead branches to block their way, and Master Wanhua sitting on top of them raised a lamp to illuminate each other.

Mu Chenfeng seemed to have a hidden arrow wound on his body, maybe the wound was not serious, the half-dried bloodstain winding from his upper abdomen to his hem was no more than two fingers wide, but it was very eye-catching when reflected on the white Taoist robe.Even so, the Taoist priest still has the same posture as before, his back is as straight as the sword he is carrying, and when he sees him clasping his fists, the jade beads behind the crown shake out a moist arc of light.

Jiang Yan stood by the side and saluted him respectfully, his face was hidden behind the drooping silver-white side hair, like a mass of faded oily ink, dull and dull.After he straightened up, he quickly grabbed Mu Chenfeng's hand, the back of his hand with abrupt muscles and bones was pale, and under the black robe, there were only dead bodies and remnants of soul.

Master Wan Hua looked at them for a moment, then took the initiative to step aside, and quietly handed over the lamp when Mu Chenfeng and him passed sideways.

Mu Chenfeng bowed to thank him, and walked forward with Jiang Yan to the bend, vaguely hearing Xiao Hualuo's voice accompanied by the sound of footsteps:

"Master! Have you seen Senior Brother?"

"Well, your senior brother and Taoist Mu are going to do some business and will be back in a while."

"Really? Master, don't lie to Niao Niao!"

"You're bored staying alone? Then do Master a favor and run to call all the brothers you met earlier. There are visitors from Luoxing Lake."

The two asked questions and answered them anxiously and answered dignifiedly. In the end, both of their voices were drowned out by the rustling of the bamboo forest.

Jiang Yan couldn't do light work, so Mu Chenfeng walked with him with peace of mind. The two came out of the chess hall, went down the mountain gate and entered the sea of ​​flowers. stop.

"What kind of flowers do you want to see in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers?" Jiang Yan walked with him for a long time, then suddenly stopped and asked him.

"I heard that there are trees blooming at night, so you might as well see it with your own eyes." Mu Chenfeng stopped immediately, glanced at the shadows of flowers and trees in the lights, and replied slowly, "It's almost there, the hillside ahead is it."

"Is that so? I only heard that there was an activity under the Tree of Life and Death, and now it's all night wolves." Jiang Yan said, raising the hand that was always hanging down, and holding a chess piece between his fingers Shi Mo swung into the pitch-black grass, heard the sound of fur tearing and wolf howling, and then said, "But I have never heard that the tree of life and death can bloom at night."

After traveling for so long, they could only reach the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Clear Day, and in the deep part is a tree of life and death, half dead and half prosperous, where life and death coexist.The living is flourishing, the dead is immortal, and the two trees have been famous for hundreds of years, but because the assassin Zengzhi and Huahai were poisoned, the disciples of Qingyan were deterred, and outsiders were less likely to go again. Fade out of the topic of tourists.

Wan Hua spoke with certainty, because the Tree of Life and Death was the tallest and largest tree in the valley, disciples of his age had gone there to pick trees or play with them when they were young, but they had never seen any flowers bloom.

Jiang Yan didn't want to embarrass him face to face, so he sighed and started again: "Go as long as you want, and tell me when you get there, what have you seen and heard in Huashan."

Mu Chenfeng remained silent, and when he reached the giant tree that covered the sky and the moon with drooping air roots, he faced him and said, "I hung the pair of golden locks that I got from Chang'an on Mount Hua."

"Really." Jiang Yan's silent eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had really seen the lock bar full of gold, silver and copper locks, "It's a pity that it's not real gold, it will eventually rust."

What Wan Hua said was just to persuade him to give up, as if to urge him to leave safely, to cut off the deepest bond immediately without frowning.

Mu Chenfeng didn't want to answer, and walked with him under the tree in silence, found a lying tree pole in the entangled withered glory, sat with him, and inserted the dim and dying lamp into the tree. Branches, illuminating Jiang Yan's expression, he said softly: "You really are willing."

Pain flashed across Jiang Yan's face, he looked up at the dark cloud-like canopy, and shook his head: "So what if you don't want to? You see, this tree of life and death has been with you for so many years. No matter how long you wait, there will be no flowers, and it will only increase disappointment."

"You haven't seen it, how do you know there won't be?" Mu Chenfeng looked at him with burning eyes and said.

The words of the Taoist priest are not false, and it cannot be concluded that this tree has no flowers just because people have not seen it.Jiang Yan was stunned after hearing this, and then became uneasy: "What are you going to do?"

"I asked Lingxuzi about the method of removing the seal." Mu Chenfeng replied bluntly, "He said that I have a high spiritual awareness since I was young, so it is not difficult to do."

"That's it." Jiang Yan nodded.

"If I erase that mark, you will turn into a remnant soul due to the broken seal, drifting into the underworld, wandering until it dissipates. For those with weak souls, the soul-inducing lamp will not be effective." Tell him the conclusions you have heard.

"Yeah." Jiang Yan answered without hesitation. Hearing his heavy words, he couldn't help groping and touching his cheek. After hesitating again and again, his face still showed pain, "You and I must say goodbye and never see each other again. Chen Feng Don't be sad, hurry up and leave as soon as possible."

His gray eyes would still light up when he looked at him, and his tone was affectionate but he said goodbye.Mu Chenfeng suddenly covered the back of his icy hands, bit each word heavily, and said clearly:

"But I don't give up. You taught me that I don't have to hide my emotions, I don't want to give up now. I asked Lingxuzi for another way, and I am willing to give up this body to the soul market, and wait for you to be reborn as a guide."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yan trembled all over, even if he couldn't see clearly, he propped up those colorless eyes until the end of his eyes were tearing apart.

"Lighting is not the only way to attract souls. Spiritual objects and souls are also acceptable. I——willing to lead the way for you to cross souls." Mu Chenfeng explained extremely calmly.

Jiang Yan's complexion became worse, and he pushed him away vigorously in the next moment, and said angrily: "Nonsense! What kind of guide? How can it be called a guide?! What is the intention of this method, let the disciples under the door die indiscriminately?!"

Mu Chenfeng pushed him far away with his backhand, supported the dead branches to stand firm again, looked at the extremely angry Wanhua in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "Jiang Yan, I have made up my mind."

"No!" Jiang Yan cut him off without even thinking about it, dropped half of his chess pieces on the ground, took out the bamboo pen from his sleeve, turned around and pointed at him, "Mu Chenfeng you Listen, this is the retribution I deserve. I realized it when I entered the Valley of the Wicked with bloody hands. But why did you come to a place like Hell? No one is allowed to send you here, nor will you be dispatched. !"

Mu Chenfeng had never seen Jiang Yan, who talked and laughed so freely, be so furious. Seeing him yelling hysterically, he couldn't help being shocked by his momentum, and he held his pen against his neck and couldn't move.

It is not unreasonable for Wanhua to be so abnormal.His remnant soul is very likely to lose consciousness after entering the soul market, even if he tries to attract the soul, he will probably not get a response. If the intact soul wanders in the underworld for a long time, it will also be unable to cross the five bridges.Jiang Yan became angrier when he heard that his attitude became more determined. In any case, this was a hopeless thing, and he would die with him.

They confronted each other like this for a while, Mu Chenfeng suddenly put his hand into his back, drew the sword out of the scabbard, brushed the sword with his fingers and slowly read out the formula.

Jiang Yan was furious just now, and after hearing his mantra clearly, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head to extinguish his anger. He quickly knocked down his long sword, cut off his chanting words, and then hugged him vigorously in his arms, saying in a trembling voice : "Why are you cutting off your meridians? What are you going to do?!"

Jiang Yan's soul has been damaged, and he is no longer as comfortable as he used to be to support his body. At this moment, when his arms are retracted, Mu Chenfeng's ribs are broken, the wound is torn, and the pain is so painful that his eyes are black. After taking a breath, he was able to continue: "Jiang Yan, if your soul is gone, can you still stop me?"

"You——" Wan Hua was already angry, but under the anger, she was so painful that she forgot to feel the fear and sadness. Do stupid things. They lied to you, and it is impossible to lure a remnant soul, this must be a lie they made up to bring you to justice!"

"You haven't tried it, so how do you know it's impossible?" Mu Chenfeng shook his head and refused to budge.

"How can you take risks with such an unheard of and uncertain thing?!" Jiang Yan hugged him and rubbed him and grabbed his robe, his voice trembling like he was going crazy at any time.

"If you don't try, you will definitely have no chance." Mu Chenfeng refuted again, then said slowly after a pause: "Lingxuzi said that I have a high spiritual awareness, and I can maintain my soul for a long time even if I go to the Soul Market. It’s possible. Even if it’s only one point, I’m willing to give it a try.”

"No, no..." Jiang Yan lost his confidence as he spoke, and no longer concealed his hesitation and worry, he inserted his long fingers into his hair, making a painful sound against the messy hair on his temples, "Chen Feng, you can't. How can I make you give up?"

He chattered in his ear, and occasionally kissed randomly, not even knowing what he was talking about.Mu Chenfeng sniffed the smell of medicine that replaced the fragrance on his body, and felt a little relieved. He calmed down and said: "Jiang Yan, give me a chance, and I also ask you to give yourself a chance..."

"No, Chen Feng, listen to me..."

"Ayan."

Following his hoarse voice, Jiang Yan's hand movements stopped abruptly, and he hugged him in silence.

This is an extremely rare title for him, except for occasional occasions when they are intimate, Jiang Yan can hardly hear this person carved from ice and snow call himself this.The sudden call at the moment seemed like he was expressing his habitual forbearance, breaking a crack in his refusal to touch the softest tenderness.

"Chenfeng..." Jiang Yan looked at him, and after a long time called him, he finally said frankly, "You call me...how can you bear it?"

Mu Chenfeng heard him cry out in pain, avoided his sight, raised his eyes to look at the swaying tree crown in the night wind, and then said softly, "Ah Yan, have you seen many souls in Soul Market? Those who have grievances, those who have complaints, or those who are waiting? What about a peaceful and prosperous age? What about a future without disputes?"

The worst thing in the world is man, and the best is also man, all forms coexist in the heaven and earth, you scramble for me, you come and go, make the land stained with blood, elegiac songs rage, save the light from the dark, and compose a great wish .If this life is destined to be full of grievances and grievances, and there is no place to stand, it doesn't matter to find a way again in the impossible future.

Jiang Yan was silent, took a step back slowly, loosened his fingers, and dropped the thin pen holder in his hand to the ground, listening to it hit the dead wood and roll to the fresh tree pole, and finally fell into the soil.

It's too late to start again, seeking impossible hope in despair, so stupid and so persistent, yet so persistent and firm, I don't know if it's him or him who is crazy.

"The tree of life and death is neither life nor death, and it can reach yin and yang. It gathers spiritual energy here, and the remnant soul can be temporarily preserved in rebirth." Mu Chenfeng confessed to him when he heard the frequency of the leaves. After waiting for a while, he didn't answer. In the candlelight, only the silvery white of his hair pouring down could be seen, and he said again, "Are you listening?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a long time, until Mu Chenfeng urgently asked again, then slowly raised his head and looked at him, as if this far-reaching glance could see Yi Ren's innocent brilliance: "I'm listening."

He spoke very softly, so lightly that people could not feel his existence, and he seemed to have exhausted his strength after saying these three words.Mu Chenfeng became more and more uneasy. He grabbed the ashesed pill that was hidden in the incense ball on his wrist, and leaned over to pick up the saber that had just been knocked down. Into her arms, without time to say anything, the kiss that had been entangled thousands of times was imprinted on her lips.

Jiang Yan's breath was very cold, and his warm lips made people shiver like ice cubes, even if they hugged each other tightly, they couldn't keep each other warm.Even so, this deepening kiss is still passionate, lingering for a long time like a repeated heart, seems to burn all the floating love and remember each other.

Miracles have already appeared, and he is like him, which is the best proof.

The stars dimmed and the dawn was approaching, and the flickering candle danced in the wind and finally went out.

Mu Chenfeng raised his hand from behind him, and the sword edge cut through the tip of his thumb, allowing the gushing blood to drip down the fingertips, dyeing the ashes on the palm of his hand into a sticky ball.

The dripping blood fell into the gray hair, Jiang Yan sensed it and let go of him, the sword was handed over to him, and then pointed to the embroidered pattern on Mu Chenfeng's chest, making him the first time Holding the weapon in his hand, he felt fear in his heart, and he almost threw the sword with his five fingers slightly open.

Mu Chenfeng covered the back of his hand with a warm palm, wrapped his other hand around his neck with dust on his fingers, probed into his hair to find the dim mark, and said in his ear: "A Yan, If I find you, you must reach out and hold me."

Jiang Yan's fading soul power gradually weakened his feelings, and when he heard his surprisingly calm voice make a wish, he paused for a long time before nodding his head with difficulty: "Okay."

Well, he agreed, and he will try his best to do it.

Obtaining his assurance, Mu Chenfeng raised the corners of his lips into a faint smile, and wiped a dark bloodstain on the mark on the back of his head with a movement of his fingers.

The blood mixed with the ashes of the talisman looked like a smear of red blood tears falling into the soul, and the seal was eroded extremely quickly. Jiang Yan only felt that Mu Chenfeng held his wrist and sent the sword out. After hearing the sound of blood piercing, the imprisoned soul has been separated with the collapse of the imprint.

The last glimpse of Wan Hua was the way Mu Chenfeng looked at him, his eyes were lightly reflected in the morning light, his facial features were still pale and dusty, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and flowed into the sword on his chest along the snow-white neck The wound is like the other shore flower blooming on the white Taoist robe.

The free soul quickly left the mortal world due to the force of yin and yang, and Jiang Yan could no longer touch the gradually cold body in his arms.He seemed to see someone coming, seemed to hear the noisy reverberation, and the swaying jade beads behind the Muchen wind crown were fleeting in his sight, and only a distant light remained in the chaotic night.

At dawn, the wind blowing from the south made the giant trees rustle, like jade and Yaofang falling.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan's famous words, promises and faith, Mu Chenfeng is famous for Chenfeng, the same as [Chenfeng]

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