Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

When Wei Xun opened his eyes, he felt a tingling sensation of being burned by strong light.

His first reaction was to reach out to feel for the broken sword stuck in his chest, but the chest was empty, and even the wound could not be found.

He turned over and sat up, opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

Is to look at.

Different from the little light sense in the past, he can see countless small circles of light in front of him, and he can even distinguish the color of each circle of light.

Are you already dead?

This was Wei Xun's first reaction.

The aperture in front of my eyes keeps shrinking and gathering, gradually becoming clearer.

Wei Xun saw clearly the scene in front of him, it was that midsummer night 13 years ago, the night when he and Xiao Yi first met.

At that time, he was only 19 years old, and his face was somewhat youthful; Xiao Yi was wearing that dazzling red dress. Although he had not yet grown up, he had delicate features and delicate facial features, and he was already unparalleled in the world.

Xiao Yi just fell on his shoulder like that, a small ball.

He saw the young himself in the picture squatting down and putting the young Xiao Yi in his arms on the ground, and said to the child: "I will return after three days, and the teeth marks are the proof."

Xiao Yi still used a hoarse and heavy voice, and replied word by word: "I, yes, boy, boy."

Nothing had changed, what he saw was the scene from the past.

Wei Xun remembered his wish before death, and wanted to take another look at Xiao Yi.

Right now, I don't know if it will be realized.

But at the corner of his upturned lips, there was still a tear of regret.

He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to tear apart the illusion in front of him, and walked in.

To my 19-year-old self: "Don't let him go! Take him back... run away... don't let anyone find him. Then, hold him in your arms forever and ever."

He tried his best to open his lips and teeth, but couldn't make a sound.

The heart-wrenching pain deprived him of all words.

Then he could only watch Xiao Yi, who was dressed in red as a woman, turned around and walked into the drunken workshop, holding a piece of light blue gauze in his hand.

Wei Xun seemed to remember something, but suddenly heard Xiao Yi's voice again.

It's not the jerky and crappy voice of the child in the picture; it's the voice that rubs against him every day in the thatched hut by Lizawa Lake, it's the voice that sweetly calls "Brother Seven, you're back", it's the emotional voice The voice that said to him "Seventh Brother, I like you" is the voice that piously asked him "Will you marry me?"...

He heard Xiao Yi's voice so far away that it seemed to be in the sky, and it was so close that it seemed that he was holding the tip of his ear, saying to him——

"Brother, I'm sorry. It was I who broke your sleeve back then, and I will give you back the last thing."

He suddenly lowered his head, looking in horror at the broken hair that Xiao Yi had tied up all these years that he was holding in his hand.

In life, the grass grows in spring, it comes like wind and rain, and goes like dust.

In fact, no matter whether it is the talented Mr. Xun on the Linqing Mountain, or the ordinary and broken Wei Qi by the Lize Lake; he has never been afraid of death, but he just doesn't understand why he died. Still in hand.

The illusion in front of him slowly dissipated, and his ears began to become noisy.

Only then did he react and look up, and he found that in front of him was neither the aspirational blissful heaven nor the daunting underworld.

He is still on the top of Daiyu Mountain, where the Asking Conference was held.

I am not dead?

Wei Xun was shocked.

What was the illusion that you just saw?Where is Xiao Yi?

I am not dead...

Wei Xun's eyes widened in horror. He looked at the Pojuan in his hand, and every tiny pattern on the silk cloth was so clear...

If you are not dead, why can you see?

Trembling, he stuffed the cut piece of juan into his sleeve pocket, trembling with his fingertips, and slowly tore open the front of his shirt.

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his exposed chest——

Not only was the place where the sword was stabbed just now intact, but even the old scars left by the transformed hostility piercing through his lungs many years ago disappeared. He stared blankly at his chest, where Xiao Yi once leaned. place.

Every inch of skin there is smooth as new.

He let go of the hand that was holding the hem of his jacket, his fingertips were trembling and almost twitched, and he touched the mottled burnt forehead——

I don't know whether I should be surprised or should take it for granted, the skin there has also been flattened and smooth.

The old and new wounds on his chest, his ruined appearance, and even his blind eyes were all healed in an instant; he couldn't think of any other possibility except becoming a golden man.

But the spiritual veins in his whole body had already been burned by that fire...

He tried to gather energy, and the power of spiritual energy was vast and extensive. They gathered into strands and walked in Wei Xun's spiritual veins that should have been completely broken but were now unimpeded. They were gentle and quiet, with a little familiar coolness.

"Xiao Yi..." He whispered subconsciously

Xiao Yi's temperature, Xiao Yi's everything, he is too familiar - this familiar coolness, so gentle that it almost feels like embracing each other...

There will be no second person in the world of mortals.

Xiao Yi said that he would give everything to him, and Xiao Yi said that he would give him everything back——

Including this golden body that has been immortal for hundreds of thousands of years.

and so……

Xiao Yi, where are you?

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because when he was imprisoned by Shen Lingyi and hid behind the high seat, he could hear everyone's voices on the field, he heard the conversation between Gu Yao and Xiao Yi——

The son of the six evil stars, once he dies and loses his soul, he will definitely not enter the six realms.

He suddenly remembered that he had joked with Xiao Yi a few months ago between the beds in the hut - "I can't build a golden house to hide my beauty."

The "beautiful lady" whom he wanted to hide forever and only let him see was gone, and before he left, he actually left him his immortal golden body.

Xiao Yi, I couldn't afford to build a golden house to hide you at that time, so you wanted to build a cage with your flesh and blood and soul, trap me forever and ever, to atone for your sins?

Do you think you will spare me the past that you have spent together?

You want me to stand alone in the Three Realms; you want me to watch myself alive, hacked into pieces, lingering and not dead——

Live and suffer.

He looked indifferently at the noisy crowd.

Condolences and obedience have always been just empty words, and naturally there will be no pain if the knife is not cut out in my heart.

Wei Xun looked at the crowd of hundreds of people in front of him. They were either immersed in the joy of the remaining life after the catastrophe, or shuddered at the aftermath of the ancient divine power; they were crying or laughing or trembling, but no one felt sorry.

Yes, who would be sorry.

The world-shattering demon has died, so it's time to tell the news and celebrate with the whole world.

No one would know that it was the devil who shattered his own soul and died with Mingfeng, leaving their lives behind.

No one would know that Wei Xun, the love of his life, died, his soul was scattered, and he did not enter the six realms.

Never to be found again.

The boundless Three Realms, for hundreds of thousands of years, went up to the poor and fell to the underworld.

Never again, never to be found again.

Sadness and joy in the world are never connected, Wei Xun felt that they were noisy.

Before the people who survived the catastrophe had time to celebrate, they faintly felt that there was another powerful and frightening spiritual flow on the top of the mountain.

Wei Xun had never thought that there would be such an unfathomable spiritual energy in his body when he first gathered Qi. Although he gathered Qi suddenly, even though it was only for a moment, the disparity in strength was already terrifying enough.

The crowd slowly found the direction where Lingliu was flowing, and found a tall and handsome man sitting on the ground on the high platform.

They were surprised to see that the man in coarse cloth lifted his collar as if no one else was there.

Wei Xun bared his left shoulder, wanting to finalize one thing.

He turned his head and saw clearly that the tooth marks left by Xiao Yi were still there.

The power of spiritual energy gathered to form an indestructible golden body. They healed all the old and new wounds of Wei Xun according to the wishes of the master or the previous master, but left this place alone.

It turned out that Xiao Yi had never left a scar on him, it was not a tooth mark on his neck and shoulders, but a lotus petal in his heart.

"Who is that?"

"What is he doing?"

Someone in the crowd raised a question.

"I recognize it! That year's Asking Conference..."

"I remembered too! He was the one who slapped Mr. Lian!"

Shen Lingyi gathered the famous officials and masters of the immortal sect on the top of Daiyu Mountain, among them there were naturally many who had personally experienced the Wendao Conference back then.

"Wei Xun!"

"Xu Qingyan, the head of the Qinggang Sect, is a close apprentice!"

Finally someone gave an affirmative answer.

"That's right! Five or six years ago, I saw him in the main meeting hall on the top of Rinqing Mountain!"

"Except for the clothing, it really hasn't changed at all..."

"But the Qing Gang sect was destroyed, and he, as the disciple with the highest cultivation in the sect, lived alone?"

Questions were soon raised.

"Didn't you listen to that devil just now?"

"The demon head Mingfeng...call him, call him husband!"

"But he lives alone and doesn't want to avenge his master's family, so how could he be with the enemy who destroyed his master's family?

"Bah! Still a man!"

Soon, the crowd came to a conclusion.

"Shameless stick!"

"It's too lowly!"

Although he did not fall into the Infernal Purgatory, Wei Xun still saw the mountain full of monsters, ghosts and ghosts, and black and white impermanence at this moment.

"Everyone, don't be impatient—"

Suddenly a person in the crowd spoke. He looked quite young, but his status was not low. As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped talking.

"I just saw that demon stabbed him with a sword... Is there any misunderstanding?"

Wei Xun heard the words, pulled up the corner of his left shoulder, and smiled in relief.

Among the hundreds of people on the top of Daiyu Mountain, there was only one real "living person"——

There are only a group of devils on the mountain, and him, a dead man.

He looked at the starry dust floating in the air, although he didn't know what happened in the bottom of his heart, but he could feel that every speck of dust that passed by his side was Xiao Yi hugging him.

Xiao Yi is gone, but Xiao Yi must not have gone far, he has to chase after him earlier, maybe we can meet again.

"You don't need to speculate anymore, I will tell you what you want to know."

He opened his mouth in despair, but there was endless tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm the Wei Xun you mentioned, the closed disciple of Xu Qingyan, the last master of Qinggang Sect on Qingshan Mountain, and the devil Mingfeng you're talking about is Xiao Yi."

"If you were here at the main hall of Lin Qingshan six years ago, you should know that someone suspected that I was not clean with him."

"I knew that he was Xiao Yi, I knew that he was the son of the six evil stars, and I knew that he summoned the Mieshi Mingfeng; I also knew that he destroyed the Qinggang faction and killed Xue Chengzi."

"I know everything, more than you can imagine."

"Not only did I know that Xue Chengzi was killed by him, but I also saved him when he killed Xue Chengzi and was dying from the hostility. I named him, and I saved his life."

"Not only did I save him, but I also hid him for half a year. I was happy with him every day, and we were married together."

"I'm the shameless, damned Duanxiu you call me. He and I have done everything. What you think of, what you can't think of, is nothing."

"Are you satisfied? Do you have any questions?"

If not, send me to see him quickly.

"It's you..." The prestigious young man in the crowd spoke again, tongue-tied, "It was that devil...killed my master?"

"Xue Chengzi is your master?" Wei Xun smiled slightly, feeling ironic.It is rare for a group of devils to look like a human, but it is the apprentice of the most terrifying ghost, "Then do you want to avenge your good master?"

"Wei Xun!" Suddenly a voice interrupted the conversation with the crowd on the high platform, "You are crazy!"

"I do not have."

Wei Xun calmly looked at Gu Yao who rushed up to the high platform.

The aura left by Xiao Yi before healed his eyes and wounds, this was not following his will; the aura followed the will of the former owner.

Since Xiao Yi can leave this golden body to him, it is impossible for him to kill himself.

He just wanted to ask, what can everyone in the audience do.

Seeing Gu Yao coming to his side, he raised his hand and a barrier blocked him outside.

"But please die."

The author has something to say: I am today!Thick and long! power~~~

Sadness and joy in the world are never connected, Wei Xun felt that they were noisy.Inspired by Mr. Lu Xun's "Only Collection", the original text: The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy.

Come like wind and rain, go like dust.From "Zeng Guang Xian Wen", the author is unknown

感谢在2020-05-2121:03:55~2020-05-2218:59:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the youngest son is my favorite 7;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!