Weak Water and Yellow Spring Thirty Thousand Miles [Comprehensive Martial Arts + Red Mansion]

Western leaves

After the night of the decisive battle, Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be a different person.

Although he was cold in the past, he still had warmth, but now he seems to have become an ice sculpture.

Hold the sword and watch the flowers.

Sounds really beautiful doesn't it?

But the premise is that what he is holding is not Ye Gucheng's sword.

Of course, Sun Xiuqing was the first to notice.

In the past, Ximen Chuuxue was also indifferent, but he would care about her, check her pulse, buy her favorite food, and look forward to the child when he mentioned it.

Now these are all gone.

He just sat like that, expressionless, like his heart, which was already an empty shell.

Lu Xiaofeng came and left, persuading and persuading, but it was useless, and finally cursed angrily: "Ximen Chuuxue! I really misread you, you are not a man at all! You have a wife, and you will have children soon, Don't you care about these?!"

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent, sitting with his eyes downcast, looking at the sword in his arms, but his mind was blank.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, he used to admire and like Sun Xiuqing very much, otherwise he wouldn't marry her, and he was looking forward to the birth of the child, and even cared deeply, he couldn't be reckless in the competition, and lost to Ye Gucheng.

But now he just can't cheer up anymore, nothing can wake up his dead heart, and he can't do it himself.

It is really impossible.

Day after day, I sat silent.

"What is a sword?"

"The sword is in the heart, and I am the sword."

He closed his eyes, and the scene at that time appeared in his mind.

Your sword has become my sword, but you are dead.

—The sword is dead.

A swordsman, without a sword, what's the point of living?

He touched his heart.

Seeing his movements, Lu Xiaofeng paused for a moment, regret flashed in his eyes, and said earnestly: "Even if you love him so much that you can't help yourself, what's the use of it, in his heart you are just an opponent, and if you die, you are a confidant. There is someone you like, do you know? It's not you!"

Ximen Chuuxue still remained silent, he never knew that there is another kind of emotion that can lead people to destruction, leaving only nothingness in life.

The person Ye Gucheng likes, who is the person he loves, and what does it have to do with him?What he cared about was the existence of Ye Gucheng, the existence itself.

It doesn't exist anymore... what's the point?

There are rumors in the world that after that battle, he realized the way of the ruthless sword.

Only he himself understands that he is possessed by a demon.The inner demons are rooted and cannot be eliminated.

Not heartless, but desperate.

……

In the end, Sun Xiuqing couldn't bear it anymore. She didn't hate her husband's neglect, but what she hated the most was the incomparably clear realization that her husband didn't love her.

"Why did you marry me back then?" Since you didn't love me enough, why did you promise me for life?

Ximen Fuxue finally reacted, he raised his eyes, and there was a ripple in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"You are special."

Sun Xiuqing sneered: "What about him?"

Ximen Fuxue didn't even hesitate, and blurted out:

"Him? He's unique."

Sun Xiuqing turned around and left, taking the child with her, and no one knew where she had gone.

She is a staunch woman, she will betray her teacher in order to marry Ximen Chuuxue, and she will break her love with a sword because of her husband's betrayal.

If you don't care, I will rest.

From now on, who cares whether you love Jian or Yun.

When Lu Xiaofeng and Lin Heng mentioned her, they were full of sighs and admiration.

"She is really a strong and cruel woman. This kind of cruelty is a very good kind of cruelty, you know? She can let go. I really admire her. What she has done is something that few people in this world can do. , if it were me, I wouldn't even be able to do it."

"Ximen Chuuxue can't do it either." He paused and added.

Lin Heng nodded and said, "I can't do it either."

"So in this world, women are always stronger than women, and men are no match for them at all!" Lu Xiaofeng sighed while drinking wine, squinting his eyes.

Lin Heng also deeply agrees with this point: "No one can match the softness to the rigidity."

Lu Xiaofeng was half drunk, and laughed loudly: "Fortunately, I jumped out of the fire pit in time, and I turned around!"

He smiled and laughed, even tears from the corners of his eyes.

Lin Heng sighed and poured him another glass of wine.

There is a word, but I can't say it.

Maybe one day, Ye Gucheng will wake up?

So many people are waiting for him to wake up, he will definitely wake up, right?

……

After four years of coma, Ye Gucheng finally woke up.

He didn't wait for Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, and left the capital alone.

Lu Xiaofeng and the others then diverted to Baiyun City.

When Ximen Chuuxue finally got the news, Ye Gucheng had already returned to Baiyun City.

I can't explain the feeling at that moment, I even felt my heart trembling in a trance, and all the lost feelings returned to me like a river flowing backwards.

He raised his sword and left Wanmei Villa.

When he arrived at Baiyun City, he suddenly hesitated.

So he didn't go to Ye Gucheng in the end, but bought a small courtyard in the city and lived there.

Every day, he walked in the streets, teahouses and wine shops, and people who heard books told some stories. The people here loved their city lord very much, and most of the stories were about him.

It's not clear whether it's true or false, but it's very interesting and he likes it very much.

Maybe the days could have been so dull.

Until that day, he saw a familiar figure in black clothes and black hair, with a peerless appearance.

Lin Wuyu?

His heart skipped a beat and he followed.

Seeing Ye Gucheng wanting to welcome him in from a distance, he carefully stretched out his hand to help him, with unresolved pity and suppressed tenderness in his eyes.

It was him.

A very nice man indeed.

But he rejected Ye Gucheng's hand, and didn't even bother to look at him more, so Ye Gucheng's feelings couldn't be settled, and he would never even know about it.

He could only be lonely, guarding Baiyun City, sitting on the cliff and watching the back of him leaving, even though the back was just a small black spot, it would disappear soon.

Ximen Chuuxue walked up the hill slowly and sat beside him.

Just like Lin Wuyu rejected Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng also rejected him.

"No one can drink this glass of wine with me."

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes, covered the dark light in his eyes, and watched him drink quietly by his side.

I will not drink this glass of wine with you, but I will walk with you for the rest of my life.

Ye Gucheng got drunk very quickly, the wine was so cold, colder than the sea breeze at night.

Cold and intense, just like a person who gives wine.

He was drunk, maybe it was wine, maybe it was people.

Ye Gucheng rubbed the wine jar in his hand, this wine is too bitter.

He raised his hand and threw the jar into the sea.

Watching the little black jar go up and down a few times, and finally slide down to the bottom of the sea.

He was a little dazed, and suddenly jumped forward, wanting to jump into the bottom of the sea to fish it back.

But ultimately failed.

Ximen Chuuxue pulled him back, he fell back and fell on the bed.

He wanted to get up, but Ximen Chuuxue completely pushed him up.

Struggling a few times in a daze, but unable to break free, the cold thin lips covered her, and the soft feeling made him a little dazed.

This feeling was quickly broken, the dexterous tongue forcefully opened the gap between the teeth, grabbing every piece of land in the mouth, arrogant and ruthless, with an attitude of indomitable, even immortal.

The slender hands clasped the back of his head, and continued to deepen the frantic kiss. Ye Gucheng's drowsy brain cleared up, and soon became more confused.

He struggled, couldn't breathe, and wanted to escape uncomfortablely, but it was in vain.

It wasn't until he felt that his eyes were almost completely dark, and the sound of Weng Ming's tsunami sounded in his ears, that he finally felt a little looser. He panted heavily, and his oxygen-deprived brain gradually regained a bit of clarity.

"Get out of here!" he yelled angrily.

Ximen Chuuxue got up a little bit, but he didn't completely let go of the confinement on him. There was still only a small distance between the two of them, and he could even feel the other party's breath on his cheeks.

Ye Gucheng raised his eyes, Ximen Chuuxue was looking at him quietly, his eyes were dark and quiet.

"I can't accept it." He staggered his eyes and said softly.

Ximen Chuuxue's lips tightened a little, and he lowered his head to kiss his eyelids.

Ye Gucheng turned his head to avoid it.

"I said, I can't accept it." His voice was a little cold.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him for a while, then suddenly took his hand and pressed it on his chest.

"Why me?"

Ye Gucheng was startled, and forgot to take his hand out.

This matter is what he is most ashamed of to Ximen Chuuxue. To die under his sword is the best destination for himself, but he is ultimately sorry for Ximen Chuuxue.

His eyes were complicated, and finally he sighed deeply.

"Feel sorry."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head: "It didn't hurt, it was a little cold, so I fell asleep."

Ximen Chuuxue pressed his hand tightly, and the beating of his heart was transmitted.

"But I'm in pain."

"The feeling of the sword piercing the heart is too clear. I can no longer hold the sword. My hands are shaking and it really hurts."

This was the first time he showed a fragile expression. Ximen Chuuxue was supposed to be cold and aloof, like the plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa, but he was almost crying.

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes, unwilling to look again, he sighed deeply, and said wearily: "I'm sorry... If you want such compensation..."

He no longer resisted, and silently compromised.

Ximen Chuuxue's heart throbbed a little, and he lowered his head to kiss him again, unbuttoned his clothes, touched his shoulders with cold fingers, lightly brushed his fingertips, and slid all the way down to his waist again.

He buried his head on the side of Ye Gucheng's neck, smiling broadly.

He admitted that he was so despicable—the devil had already been born in his heart.

What he wants is not compensation, not this time, but forever, even if love and hate entangle for a lifetime, he can't let go, just like a swordsman won't let go of his sword.

…………

Many years later, Ye Gucheng sat on the cliff again, and suddenly realized that he hadn't thought of that figure for a long time, how long has it been?

Actually forgot.

Maybe this is fate, just like that day, he failed to get the wine jar back after all.

The author has something to say: Can't you think of it?In the end, the blackened one turned out to be...

Well, this article is officially over here, and the second part will definitely be written, but I have to fill in the pits of romance before I can start writing. After all, I have to fill in the pits, and I also want to change my mind. Take care of the next plot.

It is estimated that I will be able to finish writing the romance in two or three months at most, and then I will open the second part. The second part has already been pre-ordered. Those who are interested can bookmark it first, and there will be a reminder when it is updated~