Donglin [Quick Travel]

There was the sound of cars and horses rattling on the road, and a luxurious carriage drove up in the distance. There was no driver, and the vehicle was swaying. Through the veil blown by the wind, one could see that the head of the owner had fallen out of the bed. , hit the corner of the table with a bang...

"Oh..." Dong Lin woke up holding his forehead and looked around. This is a carriage comparable to a room. The carriage is very empty, but the bed is covered with thick quilts, probably to keep warm. Wearing a white fox fur, it looks like a round ball from a distance, stretched out, and the expression on his face is not at all like the vigilance of waking up and suddenly finding himself in a strange place.

"Let me see where this is." Pushing open the window, outside the window is a desolate road with overgrown grass and fine stones, no wonder it is so bumpy.

"System, where is this place?"

"Checking the world map... After checking, here is the closest route from Wushang Palace to Beihai."

Dong Lin couldn't help laughing, what are you doing, she is obviously going to leave, why should Qingyue make such a fuss!

"Donglin, come back."

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"It's nothing, the mission failed, staying longer is just a waste of energy." The man's voice suddenly hesitated, "Of course, if you still want to stay, you can..."

"I want to stay a little longer, at least to see Qingxuan and Lu Jiao's big wedding. Also, Mu Deng has not yet established the Mu Kingdom, so I..."

Before he finished speaking, a piercing cold light came straight towards Dong Lin's door, and the sword energy waved away the curtain of the carriage. Dong Lin subconsciously leaned back, and with a sound of swiping, the sword light directly cut off the carriage. the top half.

A man dressed in black stood in front of his horse. The horse's head had been chopped off and bled, and he fell to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust. , seeing Dong Lin looking over, pointed the sword at him.

"Fold sleeves."

Dong Lin squinted his eyes, and his usually tired and lazy eyes were a little dangerous. The man looked quite old, the black hair on his forehead was mixed with a little white hair, and there was a streak across the left eye on his thin face. The scar down to the chin, this is the mark of the world's number one assassin "Changing Ying... Taoyao asked you to kill me?"

The man nodded, without saying a word, and directly hit Donglin with a thin sword.

"It seems that we are really going to leave this time, and there is nothing to do." Instead of the expected panic, a smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Ling Ying slightly looked at his prey this time, Taoyao saved his life. He was coerced by kindness, and he just didn't want to owe anyone any favors. In his heart, the only figure who didn't see anyone and didn't hear his voice occupied a certain place.

"A legend in the Jianghu, the invincible strong man is also the master of my younger sister Lu Jiao, Ling Ying, today, before I leave, let me compete with you to see who is stronger."

Wherever he looked, it seemed that the air was trembling, and the power poured into Dong Lin's body again, and his eyes were dimmed. Ling Ying frowned and held his trembling sword, and there was a burst of uneasiness in his heart. The suppressed throbbing was something he had never felt before.

Looking at the boy with scorching eyes, Dong Lin made a gesture of invitation to fight, and his aura continued to rise, "Chang Ying, the person you are looking for is me."

True air flowed through the limbs and bones, and the tendons and veins were shattered inch by inch. Dong Lin swallowed a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, but still a little overflowed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the taste of strength and weakness. This is the taste of death. Every step is a kill...

Lu Jiao slept very restlessly tonight. Ever since she was sent out of the Wushang Palace by her brother and came here, she has been like this every night, as if someone strangled her neck, suffocated, her heart was pounding, and tonight it was even worse. It was so powerful, I woke up from the nightmare and opened my eyes, only to see a clear figure standing in front of the window.

"Jiaojiao." The man's voice was very weak, as thin as a gossamer.

"Brother..." Lu Jiao wanted to go there but her hands and feet were bound. She struggled in panic, but it was useless.

"Don't come here!" The voice of the visitor got louder, as if trying to use up the last bit of strength in his life, "Jiaojiao, just stand there and listen to what my brother said, Jiaojiao, my brother can no longer protect you, cough cough ..."

"Brother, stop talking!"

"Jiaojiao, my brother is leaving, but I can't worry about you. My brother killed your master, but you will never blame me again, because I can't hear you anymore, haha." Dong Lin's voice was very difficult, and he couldn't hold on too much. After a long time, "I know you like Qingxuan, it's very good, I'm relieved to hand you over to him, Jiaojiao, goodbye, go to Wushang Palace to find him, I bless you all."

"Brother, don't!" Lu Jiao woke up crying, only to realize that it was a nightmare, and looking at the window, there was no one there.

"Master, are you planning to leave?"

"Wait a little longer." Dong Lin smiled indifferently, "There is one more thing." If you dare to plot against me, I am not so easy to bully.

The system, which had always had a tacit understanding with Dong Lin, asked, "Master, is he going to seek Tao Yao's revenge?"

Unexpectedly, the smile on the boy's face faded, "No, I don't want to see her, there is another person..."

Qingyue was lying on the bed, in the dream countless poisonous snakes wrapped around his body, the cold and sticky feeling made him open his eyes in horror, only to see a beautiful woman with a greasy face lying on the bed.

"Palace Master..."

"Zhexiu, didn't you go to Beihai?" Qingyue opened her eyes wide and looked at him in surprise, the man smiled uncharacteristically, the smile was so chic that Qingyue's heart skipped half a beat.

"What do you think?" The man turned over and pressed on him, and Qingyue realized the abnormality of the other party. There was a strong smell of blood on his body, and the sound of breathing was like pulling a broken bellows.

That person was pressing on his body, but Qingyue forgot to move her hands, just quietly watching the other party's blood-stained hand lightly brushing her face.

"The gift Zhexiu from the palace lord likes it very much. In order to repay the deep friendship of the palace lord, Zhexiu felt," the young man's face suddenly changed, full of malice, "Don't let you go even if you are a ghost. From now on, every dream of yours There are traces of me everywhere, I want the palace master to remember me from generation to generation."

Dong Lin didn't believe it, he was stunned by Qingyue by such a coincidence, there was no one around by such a coincidence, and Lingying was there by such a coincidence, compared to Taoyao, it should be Qingyue who wanted to fold his sleeves and die. month.

As Donglin spoke, drops of blood fell onto Qingyue's face, forming a ball on his delicate skin but not slipping off. This is a sign before death. Qingyue didn't move, he was already in a daze , the body is like being tapped.

"what are you saying?"

The young man took his hand and put it on his cheek, his cold skin pressed against his hot chest, "It's okay, you will know tomorrow, Palace Master, goodbye..."

Feeling that the breathing of the person in her arms was gradually calming down, Qingyue stretched out her arms to hug Dong Lin with her pupils shrunk, and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, without reacting for a long time.

It was the mid-autumn festival again, graceful dancers danced lightly, and the hall was full of joy, but this was only a superficial illusion. Those who knew the grievances between the Palace Master and Da Sikong knew that in that year Qingyue expelled Zhexiu to Beihai By then, the relationship between the two had reached a freezing point.

After this incident, the relationship between the two couldn't go back to the way it was before. They don't know what will happen to Wushang Palace in the future, but on the second day, Zhexiu died in Qingyue's residence, and Qingyue hugged Zhexiu In the dead body, Da Sikong seemed to have lost his vitality, although it was still the case, but he always felt that this person was very tired.

When it was time for the dance, the leading dancer came forward, her watery eyes were hesitant to speak, Qingxuan stopped pouring wine, and almost couldn't hold the glass cup in her hand.Seeing this, Qingyue let out a cold snort, and walked away in a huff. The hall master next to her came to ease up.

"I said Da Sikong, you can go and coax the palace lord, you see how long you have been angry, even if you are a child, there is a time to reconcile, let alone a brother who grew up."

Qingxuan lowered his head, the wine in his glass was clear, and he was stunned for a long time before uttering a word, "Okay." After so long, it should be forgotten.

The child who led the dance looked back at him before being taken away, with tears almost rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

Qingyue walked to the pavilion by herself, and when she looked back, there was no one following her, she was relieved for some reason.

He's not angry, it's just that child, his eyes are very much like a dead Zhexiu, Zhexiu is not a native of Shu, he is from the Jiangnan generation, and the people in Wushang Palace grew up here since they were young. Well, the people in Wushang Palace all have a sense of wit and lightness, but Zhexiu's eyes are very like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, always with a misty mist, not as clear as theirs, with a touch of gentleness.

I still remember the first time I met him, that child who was less delicate than ordinary people really caught his gaze, with his thoughts, so he ignored the little panic in his heart when he praised him for his good looks.

Qingqing Zijin, care about my heart, even if I don’t go, Zining won’t listen

Picking and falling, in the city gate, not seeing each other for a day, like March

Whose voice changed the memory in the distant time, Qingyue finally remembered that she first fell in love with this poem because of the person who sang him.

The hall masters of Wushang Palace all have special teachers, who teach riding and archery, strategy, and martial arts, but Zhexiu Chuan does not know these things, but he has a special liking for reading and writing. The young man in Tsing Yi was holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and reading it intoxicated. At that time, he was leaning against the window, watching the young man with a satisfied smile on his lips.

The wind was really light that day. Qingyue still remembered the fragrance of flowers floating in the wind. It was faint and not greasy. Qingyue never felt that the world could be so beautiful, but after returning, he forgot that there was once a beautiful The young man walked close to his heart and made a home there, but since then he has fallen in love with this poem.

To this day, Qiuyue can still recall that slightly cool breakfast. The young man in green clothes looked at him with forbearing provocation and arrogance in his expression. The panic of sinking, in fact, Zhexiu is a very gentle person, loving the world tenderly, revenge the world tenderly, and engraving an indelible mark in his heart tenderly.

The woman wore a veil on her face, and her originally delicate face appeared mysterious and charming, with lingering love in her eyes, her long hair combed into two loose braids, and a little flower on her forehead.

This person is Taoyao, Zhexiu died, she let go of the last burden in her heart, people are not for themselves, heaven and earth are destroyed, didn't Zhexiu say that she will rule the world, as long as she can achieve her goal, she will be Zhexiukou What about the people in it.

Seeing Taoyao, Qingyue was a little surprised.How did Zhexiu die, Qingyue found out when she checked it out, but she didn't expect that she would dare to come here.A trace of malice flashed in Qingyue's eyes, since that was the case, he had no choice but to avenge Zhe Xiu.When the two looked at each other, they both carried their own thoughts, but outsiders felt that their eyes were entangled and inseparable.

The big cart is chattering, the velvet clothes are like a blanket, don’t you think about it, you are afraid of your children and dare not run

The hub is in a different room, and the death is the same acupoint. Fear of a child who does not believe it is like a sun

Da Sikong, I, Lu Jiao, am here to confess my love to you today and invite you to elope with me. Do you dare to run away with the carriage? The girl stood in front of the carriage and stopped the carriage. Finally nodded in the affectionate eyes, seeing the familiar smile on the girl's face, Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, folded the sleeves, this is the last wish of taking care of your sister for you.

The two left hand in hand, and from now on, there will be no more Shanggong Da Sikong Qingxuan in the world, only an extra couple of gods and immortals.

Muden returned to Wushang Palace a year later. As Zhexiu's old friend, when he learned of this, the uprising was at a critical moment, and he sat in the room all night holding the purple clothes that Zhexiu handed over to him. , Drinking all night, crying all night, early the next morning, put on armor, and went straight to the capital.

The young man in red was more and more aggressive, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he always held a flagon in his hand. He handed him the order of purple clothes and asked, "Where is that woman?"

"That?" The young man raised the jug and thought for a while, "You said that, my little baby."

Muden frowned and said nothing.

"Su Ye, take him there."

The damp air, the bad breath, Muden finally saw the man who killed his master's woman.

Qingyue said with some emotion, "I originally wanted to imitate Empress Lu and make him a pig, but after thinking about it, let's forget it. After all, Zhexiu is so timid, anyone can bully..." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but She laughed, "And she's so kind, so stupid, what if she goes to hell to seek revenge from him after she dies, and besides, she's so ugly."

"Isn't she cheap? When I see a man, I want to pull him to the bed. Now I will let him do what he likes most, be a lowly prostitute in the world, whether it is a prince, a beggar, or a bull stallion, As long as she has descendants, let her try it..."

He saw the pain buried under the man by Tao Yao's joy, her face was gray and yellow, her cheekbones were high, her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and the wrinkled skin on her body was covered with red tumors.

"Well, if you think this way is not enough, I can hand her over to you."

"No need, that's it." After finishing speaking, she turned around and didn't take another look. Such a woman had been completely destroyed.

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Garbage author, this ending sucks