Zhu He

Po Ge stood in front of the main courtyard of the Chen Department with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, when footsteps came from behind him, Po Ge turned his head and asked Jin Xueli who came out from inside: "How is the scorching sun?"

Jin Xueli put down the rolled up sleeves, the porcelain basin held by the servant next to him was full of bloody cloths, Jin Xueli said: "I changed Murong to a new medicine, let's see if it works."

Po Ge frowned: "I've been lying down for more than a month, when will I wake up?"

Jin Xueli shook her head: "It's all up to Murong himself, after all his heart and dantian have been severely injured."

Po Ge glanced at the drowsy person on the couch in the inner room, and then his eyes fell on the back of the young disciple who was sitting motionless in front of the bed, and he couldn't help sighing: "The scorching sun has always been strong and affectionate, he knows so many people miss him, Will definitely wake up..."

Seeing the high-spirited young man change into his current appearance, Jin Xueli thought of the culprit again, and said, "I gave Youzhen some medicine according to your intention, but his pulse condition...is the same as that of the sect master, normal. Pills have little effect on his floating cultivation base."

Youzhen committed such a big thing, after being captured, she will be interrogated by everyone like Shen Yuanxiu back then, but the factions have just gone through a fierce battle, many monks suffered heavy casualties, and many people still need to go back. It took a while before he had the energy to deal with him. During this period, Youzhen couldn't be easily killed, so even though Jin Xueli was reluctant, he still had to stabilize the life of this demon cultivator.

What's more, the more he came into contact with that person, the more puzzled Elder Jin became. He didn't go to Yanmen that day, and he was really shocked when he saw the true face of Youzhen brought back in the door. In the process, Jin Xueli also gradually discovered that the other party not only looked the same as Dong Qinghe, but even leaving aside the evil and devilish aura surrounding him, Yanmen Master's pulse condition and his breathing habit were exactly the same as Dong Qinghe's. , This really puzzled Elder Jin.

Po Ge at the other end noticed the other party's expression, and said: "I don't know the inside story, but he must have some unusual bond with the sect master." Just for this alone, You Zhen is far from dead when.

Jin Xueli thought of Youzhen's rage in the dungeon, and said: "His Qi pulse is not stable, and he is madly asking us to please people every day. I am afraid that those meditation medicines will lose their effect in a few days. That... he wants to Does the person you are looking for still have no clue?"

"Yuan Xiu said...he sent people back to Qinghe Gate."

"But we've been looking for it for almost a month...what's the result?" Elder Jin asked.

Po Ge lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Jin Xueli didn't speak anymore, just followed Po Ge to look into the distance, and sighed for a long time.

"It's only been a while, but everything has changed..."

At first glance, the Qinghemen is still the same Qinghemen, the bead foil jade screen, the fog pavilion and the cloud window, but the people inside are dead, wounded, and scattered. The number one sect in the cultivation world is going to end up like this Dismal end?

Jin Xueli didn't believe it, and he didn't believe that Dong Qinghe, which he worked so hard to establish, would go away like this, and Ren Qinghemen would wither day by day.

"Sect Master..."

Just as Jin Xueli was about to ask, Po Ge Tan took out a letter from his sleeve.

"This is what the door owner left in Cangjuan Pavilion before going to Yanmen. He knows that some servants will find it and give it to us."

Jin Xueli lowered her eyes, and saw that "The Elder's Letter" was written on the envelope. The silver hook and jade saliva-like handwriting were indeed Dong Qinghe's handwriting.

"The head of the door knew about today and had a foresight, so he explained everything in the door." Po Ge stroked the letter, "It's just that I still want to... wait a minute, maybe one day, the head of the door will return to you." Will be back……"

Jin Xueli's heart tightened and she nodded.

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Dong Qinghe sat at the table and watched Chang Jiaci walking towards him with a plate, and then put two bowls in front of him.

"This is..." The master of the east gate stared at the white and black paste in the bowl suspiciously.

Chang Jiaci said: "Haven't you seen it? Tangyuan."

"Uh... I've seen it." Dong Qinghe had never seen it before, but of course he had seen it when he was Lian Tang, but the thing in his memory didn't seem to look like this... Tangyuan, shouldn't it be a round of it?

Chang Jiaci also sat down at the table, picked up a spoon and stirred the sticky thing, and said without changing expression: "It was round when it was wrapped, and it will be like this after it is put into the pot."

Is it?

"You don't believe it? I watched the boss make it all afternoon at the noodle stall. How could it be wrong? Eat it quickly! It's not easy to eat when it's cold."

Guaranteed by Chang Jiaci's confidence, Dong Qinghe scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth tremblingly.

"How?!" Chang Jiaci looked at him expectantly.

Dong Qinghe didn't speak.

Chang Jiaci waited for a moment.

Dong Qinghe moved his mouth, but still didn't speak.

Chang Jiaci took the cup and poured the other party a glass of water: "Is it that sticky?"

Dong Qinghe took a sip of water, finally swallowed what was in his mouth and was able to open his mouth: "Fortunately, the taste...is good."

Chang Jiaci thought that when the dignified East Gate Master also said things against his will, he was about to tell the other party not to eat, but suddenly there was a crackling sound, which covered Chang Jiaci's subsequent words.

Chang Jiaci saw that Dong Qinghe, who couldn't hear anything clearly, lowered his head again. Chang Jiaci was about to grab his hand, but Dong Qinghe avoided him lightly. The "tangyuan" was all stuffed down.

Putting down the empty bowl, while the firecrackers were about to rest, Dong Qinghe smiled and said: "...It's really good, better than the porridge last time."

Chang Jiaci was taken aback for a moment, and then gave him a blank look.

After eating the glutinous rice balls, Chang Jiaci took Dong Qinghe to the yard, then jumped lightly, and the two climbed up the tallest pear tree together.

Sitting down along the branches, looking over the past, you can see the bright lights of the farmhouses and villages that used to rest early, full of brightly colored lanterns, and Spring Festival couplets pasted on the doors of every house. A sound of laughter.

It was also hung in their yard, which was bought by Chang Jiaci from the market, and it reflected the whole world with joy.

Chang Jiaci looked here, then looked at the room, and smiled contentedly: "After today, aren't we one year older?"

Dong Qinghe's pale face was also illuminated with several layers of warm red, he followed with a smile: "You are not old..."

"I know, you are older than me," Chang Jiaci raised his eyebrows, "In the human world, I'm afraid you can be worth more than a dozen bad old men."

Dong Qinghe snorted, and slowly approached: "Then...you don't want me anymore?"

The tip of his tall nose lightly brushed against Chang Jiaci's cheek, and his warm breath penetrated into his ears, causing Chang Jiaci to shrank his neck and hit him with his head in turn.

"Let me see what you can do with it..."

As soon as the words fell down, Dong Qinghe embraced him, and his cool and soft lips fell on his cheeks, slowly moving towards his lips.

"I'm useless, don't you know..."

Dong Qinghe was in good spirits today, and Chang Jiaci held the other party in his arms and kept him intimate and tender for a while, then suddenly, he pushed the guy who was occupying his mouth, and said with a sigh: "Qinghe, look..."

The two of them turned their heads together, and saw orange-gold fluorescence floating slowly from the ground to the sky. They were sky lanterns released by the people of the human world to celebrate the New Year.

"I heard at the bazaar today that the weather will be good this year due to the reign of Mingjun. In order to celebrate the prosperity of the world and pray for peace in the coming year, every household is allowed to light up lights," Chang Jiaci said with a smile, "so many, more than the stars in the sky Everything is beautiful..."

Sure enough, there were only one or two candles at first, but with the arrival of midnight, amidst the lively sound of firecrackers, more candles rose into the sky, accompanied by the lanterns full of prayers, flying inch by inch, turning the sky into golden red The color is so beautiful...

……

In the main room of Chenbu, a black figure was sitting in front of the bed, and it hadn't moved for a long time. His red and swollen eyes seemed to be drained of tears, and he just looked at the sleeping person on the bed stupidly, and kept talking. Rambling a few words.

"...The elder reneged on his promise to be safe...why didn't it count...everyone lied, even the elders lied..."

Suddenly, the black shadow's ears moved, and he vaguely heard the shouts from outside. The black shadow stood up and walked slowly to the window after a moment's hesitation.

When he saw it, he couldn't help being stunned, and saw that the sky above the empty Qinghe Gate was filled with flickering lights, shining like stars and shining like a moon, which also illuminated the darkness of this room. .

Yu Miao didn't know what it was, staring at Xu for a while, he felt as if he saw the head of stars all over the sky, he bent his eyes in a daze, and couldn't help shouting: "Elder, wake up and take a look, it's really beautiful..."

While he was sighing, the person on the bed suddenly moved his fingertips lightly.

……

Such a strange sight also caused the people in the gate to poke their heads out one after another, and the Qinghe Gate, which had been silent for many days, came alive a little bit.

In the stone room on the back mountain, another black figure was bound by iron chains and struggling. Suddenly, he raised his head as if he felt it, and looked out from the half-inch small crack in the stone.

The bright red candlelight drifted past his eyes, revealing the red and golden bloodstains on the black shadow's face, and also let him clearly see a few lines of prayer poems written on the lamp.

First, I wish my husband a thousand years old; second, I wish my concubine a long life;

See you every year...

The black shadow was stunned for a while, then suddenly let go of all the strength in his body, he only held the chain in his hand tightly, gasping for breath, rough listening, it seemed as if he was sobbing...

"Qi Ran..."

……

Some lamps drifted through two layers of floating clouds and hit the mountain road and disappeared, while a few lamps were persevering, swinging out of the Qinghe Gate all the way, floating over the mountains and peaks, and drifting into the depths of the forest...

On the top of Banlun Peak, a man was sitting with his knees bent, and another was leaning on his arms with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew over the man's temples, causing him to slowly open his eyes.

In the haggard sunken eye sockets, the chaotic eyeballs moved and looked up slowly, obviously it was blurry and hard to see, but tonight he seemed to see something clearly, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Twilight...is the sun out..."

Qiu Mu looked up at the other person's face, and then gave a soft "hmm".

"It's the sun, it's another day..." the person in his arms murmured weakly.

"There will be another day, and then next year..." Qiu Muwang said as he stroked his hair.

Shen Yuanxiu followed his hand and nodded with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the face of the person in front of him. He wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength. Eyebrows were deeply remembered, but it was a pity that the outline of the man began to disappear gradually.

"Mu Wang," Shen Yuanxiu suddenly called out, "I'm a little scared..."

Qiu Muwang looked down at him, eyes deep: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Shen Yuanxiu nodded unexpectedly: "Are you... willing?"

Qiu Muwang stared at the person in his arms: "I am willing, but I know that you are not willing."

If I really died with him as he wished, this person will never return, and I will be left alone in the reincarnation, reincarnated, and then forget everything in this life, including him.

"You still want to lie to me?"

Shen Yuanxiu, who had been exposed for his tricks, could only smile helplessly: "Okay...but...I still won."

If Qiu Muwang died, he would be able to give up himself, start over from the beginning in the next life, and live a good life again.If he is unwilling to die in order to remember himself, then he has no choice but to live well.

"Yeah, it's considered exhaustive, with extraordinary talent... Shen Yuanxiu, a senior student of Qinghemen." Qiu Muwang couldn't help laughing when he thought of the people's evaluation of him back then.

The two looked at each other, Qiu Muwang slowly lowered his head and put his lips on the man's eyes, and then slowly moved down all the way, sliding from the tip of the nose to the corner of the lips, caressing the other's cold lips, until The faint breath slowly disappeared, and the eyelids completely drooped, and there was no more sound...

A tear finally fell from Qiu Muwang's eyes.

The flickering lamp in the distance has disappeared without knowing when. After the glory, the sky before dawn is only dark...