Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

"Then who are you? Why did you come in?" The hatred in Xiao's eyes remained undiminished, and he obviously didn't believe Gu Yao's words.

"My name is Gu Yao." Gu Yao thought for a while, but he didn't know how to prove it to Xiao Yi, so he took two steps back and condensed a deformed saber in his hand.

"This is..." Xiao Ding took a look, sat up from the bed immediately, and stepped in front of Gu Yao with bare feet.

He took the sword and looked at it carefully.

Although the body of the sword is distorted and deformed, the floral pattern on the hilt is faintly recognizable. He is very familiar with this sword—the sword that Wei Xun never leaves his body!

"Didn't he go with you! Why are you and the sword the only ones who came back!" Holding the sword in his hands, Xiao Yi stared at Gu Yao, the red light in his eyes flickered, and he almost shouted hoarsely, "What about others! What about people!!!"

Gu Yao took out the remnant sword he picked up in Bumuhai to draw closer the relationship with Xiao Yi, to make the other party let down his guard a little bit, but he never thought it would be counterproductive.

But right now he couldn't care about so much anymore, because he heard the sound of the silver bell when Xiao Yi took that step.

"Amber Mingling?" He asked urgently, "Wei Xun left it for you before he left?"

"How do you know... what do you call this string of chains?" Xiao Yi was very puzzled. He recalled how many times he and Wei Xun saw Mercy, and each time Wei Xun suppressed the sound of the bell, Mercy will never find out.

"Amber Mingling is the name of that string of chains." Gu Yao stepped forward and looked at the young man in front of him sincerely, "I gave it to Wei Xungang when he was born. He should tell you that he is a wandering monk A gift, can't you? Can you believe now that I'm not Mercy?"

Xiao Yi didn't care about these things at all. He eagerly grabbed Gu Yao's lapel, as if grasping his last hope, "Then why is his sword with you? Others?!"

"He, it's okay..." Gu Yao thought for a while, and felt that what he said was inaccurate, but he didn't know how to explain it, "You and I will go, Xu Qingyan can't protect you."

"I don't want it." Xiao Yi let go, holding the sword and slumped back to the side of the bed, gently stroking the broken sword in his arms with his fingers. If he is alive, he will come back to me, he promised me. I also promised him that I will wait here for him to come back, and I will not go anywhere."

"Meet the master with pity."

Lian still did not change her description, her tone remained unchanged, and when she stepped into the room, she respectfully saluted Gu Yao.

The familiar voice made Xiao straighten his back for an instant, and when he raised his eyes, he saw two identical faces.

Both of them were dressed as scholars, holding folding fans, but Gu Yao's handle didn't have a pendant.The pity salute still contained his sacred inviolability, but Gu Yao looked at it with a bit of a scholarly feeling.

This scene really taught Xiao not to understand.

There were times when he couldn't understand or was too lazy to read, but Wei Xun was always there at that time, and Wei Xun took care of what he couldn't understand; he didn't have to read what he didn't want to read.

But it's different now; Wei Xun is not here, and there is no one to lead him that he can't understand.

And he couldn't be bothered to watch—

Because the two people in the room are the most likely people in the world to know Wei Xun's whereabouts.

Holding the sword in his arms, Xiao Yi tremblingly walked towards Mi Li with his bare feet. It was obviously only two steps, but it always seemed to be very far away.

Seeing this, Gu Yao stretched out his hand to stop him, Xiao Yi naturally couldn't get past him, he looked at Gu Yao and then at Mercy, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and knelt down in front of the two of them.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what I have on me, but if you want it, you can take it all."

Xiao Yi spoke each word very slowly, as if he was afraid that people would not understand; his tone was calm, but his voice was hoarse and slightly trembling.

"Can you please give me back my brother?"

Gu Yao sighed, and closed his eyes in pain. He didn't know if he was too lazy to see Pity's face that was exactly the same as his own, or he couldn't bear to see Xiao Yi's calm and delicate eyebrows.

Lian still maintained the posture of saluting just now, he did not have to answer Gu Yao, bowed his head without raising his face, and only said lightly——

"Wei Xun, he's dead."

Wei Xun is dead?

Wei Xun is dead!

Xiao Yi knelt on the ground, with the broken sword lying on his knees.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, he just felt that the room was getting darker and the figures were receding.

He raised his right hand and moved his numb fingers, pressing them on the left chest.

It hurts there.

Why is it so painful.

But what about the wound?What about the hole in the chest?

No wounds, no blood.

But it hurts.

His eyes were puzzled and puzzled, as if he doubted the news of Wei Xun's death, but also as if he didn't understand the origin of the pain.

He grabbed the heart with all his strength, as if he wanted to find out the monster inside, his nails were embedded in the flesh through the thin summer shirt, as if he wanted to grab a hole out of it before he could finish it.

It hurts so much, shouldn't you cry?

In Xiao Yi's memory, he has never cried.

When his father died, the children next door who were four years older than him cried in fright; he had touched those tears with his own hands.

is hot.

The fire went out, the light went out.

One step later than the pain is the bone-piercing chill.

He didn't understand why it was so cold before Fuxia was over.

In the end, don't you even want to warm yourself with your own tears?

Xiao Yi whispered the name in his heart.

"Brother, I'm cold."

"Brother, my leg hurts."

you come back!Wei Xun, you come back.

Ah.Lied to me again.

Sure enough, it's only three things, are you unwilling to come back and lie to me for the fourth time?

Please come back and lie to me again, okay...

The tingling feeling was polished finely and long along with the bone-eating chill in the intense emotion, Xiao Yi finally let go of his hands and rubbed his frowning brows, as if to comfort himself——

You have to get used to it, and this feeling will be with you for life after life.

The world of mortals is inexhaustible, and only he can transform the world.

But that person is gone.

In his world, eternal night has come, and winter is always coming.

"Nonsense!"

It was Gu Yao's stern reprimand that broke the impasse in front of him. He reached out to lift up the young man on the ground, but found that the man had collapsed into mud.

He used a lot of force, and the joints "creaked", but the people on the ground did not move.

It was only when he touched Xiao Yi's arm that he realized that the young man seemed to be thinner and colder than he looked, and he even suspected that his abrupt move had directly removed Xiao Yi's forearm.

"Master, calm down." You Lian finally put away his salute and stood up straight. He called Gu Yao in his mouth, but looked at Xiao Yi with his eyes, "Whether Wei Xun is dead or alive, you and I can take this child there Feng Jail walked around. How dare the younger generation speak nonsense."

It may be awkward for others to hate one's own face, but for Gu Yao, it is a familiar path.

He has been a man and a god for thousands of years, and he has never liked any part of himself.

As now he hated pity.

"Go to Feng Prison and walk around, and help you release Ming Feng by the way, right?" Gu Yao raised his eyes, anger was evident in his always kind eyes.

"Don't think that I don't know what my junior brother is thinking." He handed out the folding fan and the flower in his hand, pointing at the pitiful throat, "If you dare to touch this child today, I will teach you to die again!"

"You don't dare." You pity took a step back a little bit, avoiding the fan in Gu Yao's hand and bowed again, "I dare not bother Master to run around, it just so happens that this junior has left some spiritual energy in Fengsha, so I will give it to this child first." It’s okay to have a look.”

Gu Yao was shocked when he heard the words, he quickly retracted his folding fan, and quickly turned his head to look at Xiao Yi who was lying limp on the ground with dull eyes.

Seeing that Xiao Yi was all right, he raised his eyes to stare at the pity in front of him again, as if facing a formidable enemy.

No one can understand what Lian said, only Gu Yao himself understands.

The technique mentioned in Cai Lian's words just now is "spiritual energy shadowing", which basically means to leave one's own spiritual energy somewhere, so that no matter where the owner of the spiritual energy travels to the ends of the earth, he can spy on the scene of the place where the spiritual energy resides at any time.

Just like the "listening to the wind and asking the rain" mentioned by Achi before, this technique is useless to even a powerful mortal, no matter how powerful your spiritual power is.

This is the magic method.

Gu Yao stared at the stone blue fan pendant on the peach silk bamboo folding fan held by the pity's fingertips.

"Master still can't trust this junior." Then Gu Yao looked at him with disgust and questioning eyes, and You Lian was neither sullen nor angry, but still smiling, "You Lian is not good at learning, this is showing shame."

He lightly twirled his fingers, and opened the folding fan, the stone-blue fan pendant suddenly burst into light, and a grand red light curtain instantly covered Wei Xun's not-so-spacious bedroom.

Even Gu Yao couldn't get used to it for a moment and raised his sleeves, slightly blocking the too dazzling light in front of his eyes.

Only Xiao Yi, who was still limp on the ground, was unmoved, staring blankly at the blurred light and shadow in the light curtain in front of him gradually becoming clear——

The vortex of the sea of ​​fire, which is unknown in the depths of the sea of ​​twilight, slowly appeared in an ordinary bedroom in the little-known Qinggang sect.

The whole picture of Feng Prison was presented one by one, and the picture in the center of the vortex began to be expanded and enlarged little by little. Xiao Yi even felt that he could feel the roiling heat waves hitting his face burning his exposed skin.

The screen was continuously enlarged, and finally the figure he was extremely familiar with appeared.

He couldn't help calling softly: "Brother..."

Wei Xun in the light curtain was pierced by a lightsaber on his left shoulder blade, and was firmly nailed to the center of the vortex. There seemed to be dancing runes appearing and disappearing in front of him and behind him, tightly bound his body.

"Brother..." Xiao Yi called out again.

He prostrated himself on the ground, almost half kneeling and half crawling towards the light curtain.

Wei Xun is not dead, certainly not.

Xiao Yi told himself.

Although the person in the light curtain had a little blood on his lips, the upward arc of the corner of his mouth was still the gentleness he was most familiar with.

If Wei Xun knew that he would leave him forever, he couldn't leave with a smile, and he would definitely be as sad as me.

Xiao Yi is convinced.

He finally came to the light curtain, imitating Wei Xun's appearance, and raised his hand gently, as if to help Wei Xun wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips...

But the moment his hand was about to touch Wei Xun, the light curtain suddenly shattered!

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