Zhan Ye

What is the most important meaning of being born in this world?

Is it to get rid of foreign objects and external influences and pursue self?

Is it a meritorious deed?Is it success?Is it to find love?Is the house full of children and grandchildren?

Everyone will probably have a different answer to this question.

It is more likely that there are more people who are not attached to the question at all, let alone the answer.

Wei Feiqing admitted that he may have been underestimated, self-doubted and trembling too much in the first ten years of his life, so he was particularly keen to seek this thing.

"I've always considered myself a particularly determined person."

Zhan Ye Dao slashed across the crowd, but he failed to prevent a sword piercing his waist and ribs from behind.Wei Feiqing didn't care at all, he jumped forward and forcibly got rid of the long sword stuck in his bones, his whole body had already become a blood man, and he still said in secret through voice transmission: "I always thought I was going to die, So although I noticed that Ajun had unusual feelings for me when I was young, I never thought about responding to her. After all, I have already done enough to make her a widow at a young age. Really never thought about it."

Of course, there is only one person for him to pass sound transmission into the secret.

This is the only fellow traveler who has to accompany him just because he is desperate.

A long time ago, in a lore that was besieged by others, the two of them stood together like today. At that time, he invited him to be a fellow traveler.

It seemed that from that day on, the steadfastness he thought he had was disintegrated bit by bit.

That person was five steps away from him at this time.

The side is also being surrounded by countless swords.

The body has also been stabbed an unknown number of holes.

There was no expression on his face, but Wei Feiqing knew that even if he had only one breath left, he would definitely listen to him wholeheartedly.

It was as if they had been separated by a long distance by a sea of ​​people, but Duan Xiemei came back to him with a knife in his hand.

No matter what is in between, whether it is mountains of swords and seas of fire or sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, they will try their best to resolve all these and try their best to get to each other's side.

With a chuckle, he continued: "In that wedding, it's not so much that I compensated her because I was sorry for her, it's better to say that I was taking revenge on her... She made me not even qualified to say a word of happiness to you, You know that what I would rather die than lose is the qualification to go on the same road with you... Then since she wants to be a widow so much, then she should be a widow, and I don't care, anyway, everyone should not think about it."

With another slash on the back, Wei Feiqing staggered forward two steps in embarrassment. Looking up, he was glad that he was getting closer to the edge of the cliff.

There were all kinds of curses in his ears, and the blood in his body seemed to be empty at any time, but... his heart was hot.

Today his heart is always hot.

"Until you broke into that wedding."

Looking back, Wei Feiqing saw that Mr. Duan was only three steps away from him, and the enemies who had been scattered into two piles had gathered together again.

...Anyway, they are all crowded with people, but there is no difference.

Duan Ximei immediately became a demon to the extreme, his whole body was filled with terrifying black energy, and he kept waving the knife in his hand, but at this moment, his eyes only fell firmly on his body.

Wei Feiqing was also waving the saber, but there was a gentle smile on his face that was completely inconsistent with the ruthless saber intent: "You said to me, 'Duan Ximei loves Wei Feiqing and wants to marry him', I Then I discovered that I was not a steadfast person at all, the so-called teacher of a hundred schools, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years, opening a new chapter... It turned out to be bullshit, I didn't really think these things were important at all, I turned out... It turned out to be just a person with no ambitions."

With another stab, Duan Ximei finally crossed the three steps and came to Wei Feiqing's side.

He grabbed Wei Feiqing's hand almost without any hesitation, and the two of them rushed towards the cliff of Gujue Peak not far away like a gust of wind.

He could feel the heat of his sweetheart in his hands, Wei Feiqing felt his heart became hotter, and his smile became more gentle.

"To tell you the truth, duan, I thank you."

"Let me discover that thousands of miles of mountains and rivers can't compare to a sentence of 'I am happy with you', and the so-called meaning of life is nothing more than a person's white head to me, that's all."

How can wishing for death be the meaning of life?

It was at that moment that he really realized that the so-called life is nothing more than living every day.

Squeezing his hand tightly, an extremely happy smile suddenly appeared on Duan Xu's brow: "I thought you were going to keep your mouth stubborn until you died."

Turning his head to look at him, Wei Feiqing suddenly smiled slyly: "You've made money, you said you would kill those people who I think are better dead than alive, and then listen to me, but you haven't killed many people so far. , but I will tell you everything.”

Mr. Duan did not kill a few people.

Neither did Wei Feiqing.

So they were forced to be even more embarrassed.

Duan Xiong curled his lips: "It doesn't make sense to find a group of people to back up."

"Yes, and some people are alive but can't do what they want to do, and their lives will only be more uncomfortable."

Although the two of them didn't kill many people, they wounded a lot of people.

Seriously injured.

The kind of serious injury that cannot be healed in a lifetime.

That was the person on a list written by Wei Feiqing before the two fled.

Someone like Xie Yin who is ambitious and capable, and who may cause damage to the martial arts that is now undergoing a major rectification.

After discovering that Wei Feiqing was the first to seriously injure one of them after everyone came up the mountain, Duan Ximei didn't say a word, but automatically gave up his original plan to kill those people.

He shook his head and said, "You are really bad."

Wei Feiqing blinked: "I only admit that I was mean to you."

After saying this, the two finally came to the edge of the cliff.

With half a foot on the cliff, Wei Feiqing suddenly turned around and looked at him burningly: "If you ask me what else I haven't told you, then I'll ask you too, do you think that today you are here to die with me?" of?"

Duan Xiemei looked at him deeply, and the pleasant smile on his face never disappeared: "It is what you say."

"Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

"My idea is to be with you."

"...Me too." With his hands clasped tightly, Wei Feiqing's eyes sparkled, and the eagerness in them revealed a true look, "Listen, what I didn't tell you was as early as the wedding I regretted it the day you found me, I don’t want to die, I don’t want anyone other than you to be my widow, let alone you, and I don’t want to be a pair of dead mandarin ducks with you. I don’t want to follow my own plan step by step. I want to go to hell with those plans. I’ve cheated the entire martial arts people, and I can’t run away halfway through the trick. I still have to finish this thing, as soon as possible, Because I want, because I want to..."

"Wei Feiqing!"

A loud shout suddenly interrupted his confession.

Duan Xiong turned his head impatiently with a gloomy face.

The person who shouted was Yan Yueze, the head of the Yanshan sect among the crowd who surrounded the two of them on the cliff and there was no way out. At this moment, the more and more people came out, he said loudly: "The two of you have nowhere to go, so give up quickly. Bow your head with the sword, I can still leave you two..."

A sharp knife whistle cut off his shout.

Also cut off his neck.

That was Duan Xiong's barrier-breaking knife.

Killed with one knife, clean and tidy.

Amidst the exclamations, everyone involuntarily took three steps back, and couldn't help staring closely at the Zanya Knife in Wei Feiqing's hand, for fear that the knife would fly out without warning and would wipe out someone among them. Neck—even if there are only two people on the other side, even if the knife is the last weapon of the two people.

Only Shao Jianqun, Fang Jieyou, and Dongfang Yu did not retreat but advanced, their eyes were fixed on the two of them, and their brows were wrinkled.

The two ignored each other.

Duan Xiemei turned around and grabbed Wei Feiqing's hand again: "I remember that person is also on your list? Do you mind if I kill a lot of people?"

"Who cares about those scourges, just listen to me." Wei Feiqing was too eager, and even impatient in his words, "Listen, it's because I want to be with you! Not friends! Hell, friend! I swore at that time that I would never be your partner for the rest of my life, unless I died... Then I decided, I will die! Die, die, die!"

He was incoherent, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

He is completely confessing his own heart, in front of the whole world, to this person in front of him.

Duan Ximei suddenly understood his mind completely at this moment.

He leaned over to him almost without any hesitation.

Wei Feiqing let go of his hands and grabbed his shoulders.

Embrace.

kiss deeply.

There has never been such a passion as at this moment.

whole-heartedly.

Addicted to it.

After the kiss, both of them could barely breathe.

Pressing against his forehead, Duan Ximei smiled and sighed, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle: "Then let us 'go to death'."

Resisting the urge to shed tears that came from nowhere, Wei Feiqing said in a voice as low as a whisper: "Then we will follow the orders of our parents and the words of the matchmaker, and we will become husband and wife."

Duan Xiemei reminded him: "It's husband and wife."

Wei Feiqing was annoyed: "Anything!"

Duan Xiemei smiled, and kissed him again.

At this moment, the two of them had finished expressing their hearts, and finally had time to look up at those people.

Shao Jianqun's face was serious: "Master Wei, Master Duan, let's capture them without a fight."

Wei Feiqing looked at him, as well as the dark crowd behind him, all wanting to tear him into pieces. He couldn't help laughing, and leaned into Duan Ximei's ear and said, "I don't know why seeing this situation in front of me, I still don't know what to do." I feel great, I feel great.”

Duan Xiemei nodded: "I enjoy it too."

I'm afraid it's far more than just the two of them.

Those individuals who participated in these things scattered at this moment, thinking that everything after today was created by them, would be so happy that they would wake up laughing when they fell asleep.

Wei Feiqing smiled and said: "Master Shao, after the two of us are arrested, will the entire Wulin have a public trial? Or are you planning to execute them on the spot and tear me into thousands of pieces?"

"Villa Master Wei, don't worry, I guarantee with my life that the two of you will walk down this mountain alive." Shao Jianqun's voice couldn't be more calm, even though he knew that the thousands of people behind him wanted to fight against Wei at this moment. Feiqing killed him quickly, never wanting him to live any longer.

Wei Feiqing's eyes flickered: "But what should I do? I don't want to be mutilated into pieces, and I don't want to be drowned by just spitting on me after a public trial."

Faintly anticipating the meaning of his words, Shao Jianqun couldn't help taking a step forward. He didn't know whether he wanted to dissuade him, or there were more complicated emotions that he didn't even figure out.

But seeing the two blood-soaked but still radiant people holding hands, Wei Feiqing, who had commanded them all for the past two years, looked around the crowd with a strange smile on his face, seeming proud, complacent, and relieved, watching Looking at him, he suddenly smiled at him again: "Master Shao, you are a good person, enjoy everything after today."

While speaking, he finally threw the Zanya Dao in his hand that everyone was always on guard against.

Fast as lightning.

The blade has the sharpness of howling that cuts through everything.

People are always on guard.

Take precautions.

But after all, no one can defend.

The knife finally chose to cut the throat of Feng Shuting, the head of Yanxue Palace.

One knife, kill.

After that, the crowd only had time to see the two people look at each other and smile, waved to everyone at the same time, and then jumped towards the abyss at the same time.

But in an instant, there was no figure on the edge of the cliff, as if no figure had ever stood there.

Shao Jianqun and the others took a few steps forward and leaned over to look under the cliff, but what else could they see besides the clouds?

The sound of cursing continued to come from behind.

Shao Jianqun seemed to be unable to hear a single word.

I don't know how long I bent down on the edge of the cliff.

He thought with ease... maybe this is really the best ending.

at the same time.

under the cliff.

Wei Xueqing, who heard a long cry that seemed to be without a carving, smiled slightly, and left with Yuhua.

What was left were two corpses that were corroded by blood and smashed to pieces.

end

The Rizhao Hall of Wangyue Tower is as lively today as it was every day in the past.

Because the storyteller in Rizhao Hall is recognized as one of the best storytellers in the world.

But today is special.

No guests are accepted in the hall today.

It was because the hall was crowded with guests from all directions long before the door opened.

Among these people are chivalrous men in green shirts, gentle beauties, middle-aged men with gloomy complexions, good-looking young men who are easily forgotten, a family of three, alcoholics, and rich people... Really. Everything you need.

They had come by a special invitation.

The invitation is from the world's number one storyteller.

The content of the invitation is to invite them to listen to a story.

The bottom of the invitation is very simple and rude: just say it once, if love comes or not, anyone who dares to spread it will be killed.

Before that, they were all busy.

But when they received this invitation that unceremoniously threatened their lives, they came here by coincidence.

The storyteller holding the wine gourd sat in his usual position, maintaining his usual appearance of being drunk, and hiccupped after saying a word: "...just heard a long cry, and there was a huge monster in the air. Diao Chuanyun broke through the sun, leaned over, and threw the two people who had fallen into the middle of the cliff onto his back, and quickly flew away from the cliff where generations of masters were buried, flying and flying, flying and flying ...then flew out of the pass."

The originally noisy hall fell silent.

For a moment, one of the young men said, "That's it?"

The storyteller hiccupped: "That's it."

The young man got up with a sullen face, got up and walked out angrily, cursing as he walked, "I thought there was something serious... I drank well, and I came all the way from thousands of miles just to tell me this. "

What can a storyteller do?

The storyteller is also very helpless!Some melancholy sighed: "Such a bad book, of course, couldn't be written by me... Someone must tell a story about a gifted scholar and beautiful woman, so I must tell this paragraph."

The chivalrous man in the green shirt originally had a calmer expression among the people who were cheated, so he couldn't help but look blank when he heard the words, and asked dryly: "A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman... and a big eagle flying to the outside of the pass for half a penny." contact?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd became even more excited, and everyone got up and went out to the outside while cursing.

...It may be difficult to notice the deep smiles hidden in each other's eyes if you don't look carefully.

On the face of the storyteller, there was an expression of grief that he had finally smashed the signboard for most of his life, but there were also sporadic smiles hidden in that grief.

There were only a few people left in the hall very quickly.

The gentle beauty who had always had a pale face suddenly laughed and said: "I have imagined the ending of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman thousands of times... but none of them are like this."

The knight in green shirt looked at her quite indulgently.

The middle-aged member of the family of three grabbed the wine pot from the storyteller and took a big sip, muttering, "There is nothing left and right, it seems like a good idea for the whole family to take a walk outside the customs..."

The beauty's eyes lit up: "How about a companion?"

The knight in green shirt's expression tightened.

The beauty started giggling again the next moment, and after laughing, she snatched the wine gourd, raised her head and drank a swig with a gesture completely inconsistent with her temperament.

As the knight watched, his nervous expression gradually eased, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

The storyteller ignored their nonsense at all, but nervously snatched back his wine gourd, drank several sips in a row, finally relaxed his nerves, knocked on the gourd and said drunkenly: "It's all over, big dream! When I first woke up, I counted the wind, and looked at the present... Pride... Pride... Pride turned into a big eagle... Fly, fly, fly, fly to the outside of the pass..."

The singing gradually stopped, the guests left, and it was another sunny day.

(End of the article)

(After I finished writing, I realized that it should be called "From now on, the desert will send the rest of my life hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I felt really complicated when I finished typing the full text... 70 words, nearly seven months, and finally finished. There are too many deficiencies. I am even more grateful to those who follow this article, bow down. I am a little tired and post it without changing it. I will write the postscript after two days of rest. Bow again! Thank you for following this article! PS: word count Due to restrictions, two chapters were updated today, dear friends, I missed it...)