Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Qin Qiu fell on the ground and did not move. Jiang Xun clearly saw that her small hands, which were as white as jade, grabbed two lumps of dirt on the ground.The shattered cold plaster squeezed out a few tiny lines between her fingers, matched with the back of her blue hand, it was indescribably terrifying.

Ying Yisheng grabbed Jiang Xun from the ground, slipped out two short knives from the cuffs of each hand, and pointed at the necks of the two with two sharp cold lights. The dots of light made Qin Qiu's body tremble. Such as sifting chaff.

Qin Qiu let out a small hiss: "Let me die... Please, let me replace them..."

Her confused words were like a small needle rubbing straight into Jiang Xun's heart. He opened his blood-smeared eyes, glanced at Qin Mu who was lying beside him, and grinned a little naughty.

... Isn't that what shadow guards do?

Jiang Xun's eyes turned red, and he slammed his neck against the blade!

However, Ying Yisheng quickly turned the blade, and Jiang Xun's throat hit the back of the blade straight, his upper body softened immediately, and he knelt down and retched continuously.

Ying Yisheng shook his head and sighed twice, then turned his gaze to Qin Qiu again: "There is a person here who wants to die. Tell me, should I fulfill his wish?"

Qin Qiu raised his head stiffly, and stared blankly at the limp Jiang Xun.

The Venus was flying around Jiang Xun's eyes, but his mind was awake.

It is impossible for Qiumei to choose herself.

No one would choose themselves in this situation.

Now that he knew the result, he calmed down instead, and stretched out his right hand in Qin Qiu's direction, the black robe sleeve slipped off, revealing his white wrist.

Ying Yisheng was puzzled by his actions, and smiled: "What? Do you want to ask your little master for help?"

Jiang Xun had a huge gash on his forehead just now, and the gurgling blood poured into his eyes, staining his eyes with blood red. He opened his right hand without saying a word, so that Qin Qiu could see clearly. So that she can make a decision early.

...Look at my hand, I'm not your brother.

After making this action, a strange sense of relaxation pervaded Jiang Xun's heart.

...It's all coming to an end, it can finally be over.No longer need to put on this face and pretend to be another person in front of people, no longer need to force myself to practice those immortal arts that I am not interested in at all.

Jiang Xun was very lucky to die in a place similar to Hongfeng Village.

Qin Mu also regained some consciousness at this time. After distinguishing the situation in front of him, he shook his head desperately towards Qin Qiu, his eyes were full of pain: "Xiao Qiu! I owe Xiao Xun too much, I can't owe him any more One life!"

Qin Qiu's eyes wandered back and forth between Qin Mu and Jiang Xun, and his eyes, which were originally bright, gradually formed a pool of dead black.

Ying Yisheng watched her head buried lower and lower with interest, and her little head finally touched the frosty ground, as if she wanted to plunge herself into the ground.

Ying Yisheng was about to urge him, when he heard a voice that was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Brother Xun, I'm sorry."

...the end is set.

Jiang Xun heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to laugh, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a hard lump that smelled of blood. He coughed twice, and Ying Yisheng grabbed his hair and forced his head up. The throat was forced to be completely exposed to the edge of the cold light.

Ying Yisheng split his hands and threw Qin Mu out of his right hand, followed by a powerful palm wind, Qin Mu was thrown three feet away, his body was rolling on the ground, and drops of blood oozed out of his mouth. Qin Qiu screamed in surprise and got up and wanted to help Qin Mu, Ying Yisheng pointed his right hand at her, said with a smile, "Sleep, miss."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power in his palm overwhelmed Qin Qiu, and a flood of spiritual currents flooded in, forcing her to lose consciousness and faint in an instant.

Ying Yisheng held Jiang Xun's hair and whispered in his ear: "Why do you look unhappy?...Don't worry, I can guarantee that this beautiful girl will remember you for the rest of her life."

Knowing that his death was approaching, Jiang Xun couldn't hold himself up and became angry. He looked at Ying Yisheng, and a bloody smile appeared on his lips: "...Thank you so much."

Ying Yi replied with a smile: "You're welcome."

Jiang Xun closed his eyes, feeling the cold blade cut his throat.Ying Yisheng cut the knife very slowly, as if he was reluctant to cut such a beautiful work of art, bit by bit the skin on the surface of the neck, and slowly exerted force obliquely downward along the direction of the texture, but after a long time, there was no pain. Being able to cut the throat, Jiang Xun simply began to recite the meditation formula silently, and stopped thinking about vain life and death.

Everything happened in an instant, the dagger that had already cut into Jiang Xun's throat was withdrawn suddenly, the sound of piercing the air pierced his ears, and the dead leaves fell off where the sharp blade neighed, and pieces fell to the ground.

Soon, the flesh was torn, and the sound of the knife was red.

The force holding Jiang Xun suddenly loosened, and he knelt down on the ground. After a few seconds of slowing down, he didn't dare to raise his head, looking at the place where the sound of the saber ended.

……don't want.

... Please, just kill me, don't...

After a while, Jiang Xun summoned up his courage and opened his eyes.

Qin Mu knelt on the ground with his upper body upright, the brilliance between his brows and eyes had faded, and a dagger was stuck in his chest.He was still holding the yin and yang tightly in his hand, and the spiritual power had been mobilized. He originally planned to save Jiang Xun, but now, the radiance circulating on it had collapsed and dispersed.

Jiang Xun didn't know how he threw himself to Qin Mu's side. The short knife with a thin blade was wedged into his heart, but because the blade was too thin and the knife was cut too fast, the blood hadn't gushed out yet.Jiang Xun didn't dare to move him, he only dared to kneel beside him, his back bent deeply because of the excessive pain.

He couldn't cry, he looked at the point of the knife piercing through Qin Mu's back, his eyes were sore, and his heart seemed to be smashed into meat paste by an iron hammer.

But he couldn't cry no matter what.

Ying Yisheng had already sat on a thick branch, playing with another short knife leisurely.Jiang Xun propped his hands on the ground and looked around in a daze. After a long time, he focused his distracted eyes on Ying Yisheng.

His voice was like a raving from the depths of hell: "...Didn't you mean to kill me?"

Ying Yisheng raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Xun stood up unsteadily. The wounds on his forehead, chest and throat had healed, but the blood was still there. The lower the pressure: "Qiumei obviously chose me...why..."

Ying Yisheng poked his earlobe with the tip of the knife, eyes full of curiosity, as if Jiang Xun asked a very stupid question: "What's the use of killing you as a shadow guard?"

Jiang Xun opened his eyes slightly: "...what?"

Ying Yisheng showed a helpless expression of "children can't be taught", leaned against a nearby branch with his whole body soft and boneless, and asked: "If I kill you, the Qin family will use the strength of the whole clan Chasing me? Obviously not. If I only kill you, wouldn’t my master’s desire to make me the target of all immortal sects come to nothing?”

... From the very beginning, Ying Yisheng didn't want to kill himself at all?

With trembling fingers, Jiang Xun pointed at Qin Qiu, who was unconscious on the ground with wet tears on his face: "Then why did you let her choose?"

Ying Yisheng put the blade against his face, and said with a smile, "Teasing her." Then, he raised another finger and smiled at Jiang Xun, "By the way, just like I said, She will never forget the choice she made in this maple forest for the rest of her life. No matter which of you two dies in the end, she can't get rid of it."

Jiang Xun's chest was full of qi and blood, and just about to explode, Ying Yisheng smiled charmingly, and jumped down from the tree, a beautiful and elegant sky blue robe fluttering in the wind.He was able to walk in the air without relying on anything. He glanced at Gong Yi who was motionless, then turned his gaze to Jiang Xun, and greeted him affectionately like an old acquaintance: "Little guy, there is fate." Goodbye."

Jiang Xun snatched the Yin-Yang from Qin Mu's hand, raised his hand and threw it towards the place where Ying Yisheng was standing, but the man flashed lightly, and there was no trace of him. However, the umbrella rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

Jiang Xun gasped heavily, in the quiet woods, he could only hear his own voice, so quiet that he was disturbed, so quiet that he wanted to stab his heart with yin and yang.

It wasn't until a pair of cold hands grabbed his trousers and tugged slightly that Jiang Xun woke up like a dream, turned around, embraced Qin Mu in his arms, and clasped his hands in a panic, not knowing what to do. Breathing heavily, he wanted to retain his body temperature, but he was horrified to find that the remaining temperature in Qin Mu's palm was flowing out at a terrifying speed.

Qin Mu laughed, and then coughed. The knife in his body cut a deep gash in his weakening heart again. He must have been in pain, but his eyes still had a kind of reassuring tenderness.

He spat out a few words from his pale thin lips, each word filled with heartfelt joy: "Xun, it's great that you're fine."

Jiang Xun wiped his sore eye sockets vigorously, picked him up, and said hoarsely, "Go. Let's see the doctor."

Speaking of the word "doctor", Jiang Xun suddenly remembered something. He put Qin Mu under a fairly clean and refreshing maple tree, and turned around to retrieve the sword and yin and yang he had left behind. With a soft hand, he cut his wrist with a sword, and blood gushed out like a spring, but Jiang Xun didn't even bat an eyelid.

In the past, if Qin Mu suffered some minor injuries while refining weapons, Jiang Xun would curse and say he was careless, while carefully cutting his fingers to heal his injuries. Every time Qin Mu blushed embarrassedly and said, Xiao Xun , don’t need it, you can do it yourself.

This time, he can't get better by himself alone.

Jiang Xun cherished his blood-splattered wound, and quickly walked up to Qin Mu with his sword in his hand. He put his wrist on his wound, and deliberately turned his voice into a teasing tone: " Don’t be shy, use it a lot.”

Qin Mu raised his hand, grabbed Jiang Xun's arm, and pressed down: "Xiao Xun, it's useless. Your blood can heal the wound, but it can't save the death."

Jiang Xun couldn't help but slapped Qin Mu on the face: "What the hell! You'll die anywhere!"

He didn't use any force at all, but Qin Mu's face was turned to one side by him, and it took a lot of effort to straighten it again.

Jiang Xun suddenly felt very cold, heart-piercingly cold, he hugged Qin Mu recklessly, and walked towards the way they came from: "...Come on, I'll take you to the nearby fairy school. I can't save you, There must be someone who can."

The carriage has been scrapped, Jiang Xun is weak at this time, his concentration is difficult to concentrate, his spiritual power is scattered and rushed, he can't even do the simplest sword, he can only hug Qin Mu, grit his teeth and walk forward step by step, The new wind was misty, rolled up large pieces of dead leaves, and flew around the two of them like butterflies.

As long as he doesn't pull out the knife on his chest, he can delay it for a while... definitely can delay it for a while...

Jiang Xun didn't dare to run, he was afraid of hurting Qin Mu, so he just strode forward.Qin Mu nestled in his arms, as weak as a wounded puppy, his eyes were covered with a transparent film, like the shadows in front of the black clouds pressing down on the city: "Xiao Xun, I, there is one thing... ...I want to ask you."

Jiang Xun said rudely: "Get out, I won't listen. If there is something waiting for you, you can do it yourself. I won't help you."

Qin Mu stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Xun's neckline, and said word by word, "Please, replace me and be Qin Mu."

Jiang Xun stopped in his tracks.

There is a dead silence in the woods, only the sound of tearing wind passing through the branches in the forest. The sharp wind whistles are like sickles, wandering among the maple forests, searching for the last trace of life that can be plundered.

The fist squeezed on Jiang Xun's chest became more and more forceful: "Xiao Xun, my parents... cough... can't lose me. They will go crazy."

After Jiang Xun recovered from the shock, Quan talked nonsense when he was in extreme pain, and continued to walk forward: "You tell me to call Qin Daoyuan Dad, I'd rather die."

The fist yanked downwards, and Jiang Xun almost lost his balance. After a stagger, he lowered his head and looked at Qin Mu, who was in his arms with sad eyes. Even at this point, his eyes were full of compassion: "Xun... listen to me. I, I'm dead, what should you do? Where can you go?"

Jiang Xun gritted his teeth: "You say another dead word and give me a try!"

Qin Mu didn't stop talking, "I know my father, and I also know you. If I die, my father... my father will definitely take his anger out on you... If you return to the Qin family, he may... probably ask you to be buried with me... ...If you leave here, my father will definitely be even more annoyed, and will definitely, will devote all of Qin's strength to find you. If he goes crazy, yes, it will be very scary..."

Jiang Xun was dumb.

Yes, if the Lord is dead, what is his shadow?Bearing the face of a deceased person, his own face can never be found again, where else can he go?

Jiang Xun's throat was so sore that he could hardly breathe: "I am willing to be buried with you."

Hearing this, Qin Mu grabbed Jiang Xun's clothes with all his strength, and Jiang Xun almost lost the ability to breathe in an instant: "Jiang Xun! What should I do if my father finds your grandmother!"

Such fierce actions and words touched his wound, Qin Mu let out a low groan, blood bubbles appeared from the corner of his mouth, and the pain that the dagger inflicted on Qin Mu's heart was all crushed on Jiang at this moment. Xun's body was tortured until he was sweating and his limbs were numb.

Grandmother is Jiang Xun's last weakness. Almost when he heard the word "grandmother", Jiang Xun's tears that lingered in his eyes for a long time fell, and he shook his head indiscriminately: "I can't do it! I don't want to do it! Qin Mu, listen, you can’t die! Qin Mu, listen to me! Qiumei can’t live without you, she’s having a hard time at home, what will she do if you die!”

Qin Mu grinned wryly: "Yeah, she already, already has me, and without you, what should she do?"

Big tears rolled down Jiang Xun's eyes, he didn't want to admit that he had been persuaded by Qin Mu.

He didn't want to become Qin Mu. However, Qin Mu made it very clear that if he didn't replace his identity, he would surely die, and his grandmother and Abi might be implicated. Even Qin Qiu would be alone in the future, and no one could be sincere. Love her by her side.

Jiang Xun didn't want to blame Qin Qiu for her choice.The bond of family affection is as strong as gold, and if this happened to him, and he was asked to choose between his grandmother and Qin Mu's life, Jiang Xun would probably choose the former after a painful struggle.

Everything forced Jiang Xun to make a choice.However, he still maintained the last sliver of hope, arguing: "...Impossible, impossible. Ying Yisheng is not a fool, if he claims that he killed the son of the Qin family..."

Qin Mu laughed in a low voice: "Xiao Xun, we are so similar. He has never met us before. What proof does he have that he killed the right person. Who knows if we have it today? Changing identities..."

Jiang Xun stubbornly resisted: "You forgot, I don't have your cinnabar mole on my right wrist..."

Hearing this, Qin Mu's gaze became softer, but the hazy shadows in his eyes became thicker, as if the wings of death had already covered his body: "Xiao Xun, I, didn't I say that your ability can't save the dead, but It can heal wounds. You cut off my right hand and try to connect it to your own, just... um!"

The sharp pain in his heart made Qin Mu uncontrollably lean back, his waist straightened up, and his body twisted into an arched bridge shape. After the tearing pain eased, he fell back into Jiang Xun's arms , his gaze drifted away a little bit: "Sorry, Xiao Xun, did I scare you?"

Jiang Xun turned his face away, so as not to let Qin Mu see the tears streaming down his face: "Get lost."

However, Qin Mu could no longer see anything.

When death came, no one could bear the fear from the bottom of his heart. Qin Mu's eyes gleamed with tears, but he tried to open his eyes wide and raised the corners of his lips so that he could see Not so scared: "Xiao Xun, I can't let you go, and I can't let go of Xiaoqiu. I, I think, I want to put my soul on your right hand, so that I can talk to you from time to time..."

Jiang Xun clenched his back molars, trying not to let the crying in his voice be so obvious: "Nonsense! Insufficient spirit, you can't even enter the six realms of reincarnation!"

Qin Mu leaned his head on Jiang Xun's chest: "If I can, I will accompany you and Xiaoqiu. Why should I enter the six realms of reincarnation."

When he entered the maple forest in a carriage, Jiang Xun still didn't realize how long the road was. He hugged Qin Mu and walked in a dazed and staggering manner, with Qin Mu's intermittent instructions ringing in his ears:

"Yin and Yang, it's yours. My golden core will be destroyed with my body. It's an immortal weapon without an owner. You, you have used it too. As long as you drip blood on it, it should...will recognize you Master's."

"In the future, remember to change your name. Don't call me 'Qiumei' anymore, call me 'Xiaoqiu'..."

"Xiao Xun, I'm sorry, I've troubled you from the beginning..."

At some point, Xu Xu's voice stopped, and the hand of the person in his arms slowly slid down to one side as he kept running.

Jiang Xun hurriedly grabbed the slender wrist and squeezed it tightly to prevent it from falling.

He lost his way in the forest, but he kept running, hugging Qin Mu's gradually cooling body until he knelt down on the ground exhausted.

Qin Mu's eyes were slightly closed, very peaceful.

Jiang Xun knelt on the ground, staring at his peaceful sleeping face, and numbly unbuttoned his buttons one by one, then grabbed the handle of the short knife and quickly pulled it out.

Ying Yisheng's attack was extremely fast, precise and firm. The wound he nailed was only a thread thick, and Jiang Xun pulled it out fast enough. The damaged skin and flesh at the wound quickly joined together, and there was no excess blood seeping out. There were only a few spots of mottled blood on Mu's clothes, which were not obvious.

After Jiang Xun carefully removed Qin Mu's clothes, he knelt beside his corpse and remained silent for a long time.

After the two naked children faced each other in silence for a while in the winter maple forest, Jiang Xun got up and took both of their clothes away. After making sure that the splashed blood would not stain the clothes, he picked up Ying Yisheng's dagger , compared between his own wrist and Qin Mu's wrist, and selected a suitable cutting point.

Qin Mu was dead, so he was naturally unconscious, but the strange thing was that Jiang Xun didn't feel much pain when he cut off his wrist.

Compared with the pain of washing the bones and cutting the marrow back then, Jiang Xun felt that this was not bad.

Trembling, he dripped the blood gushing from the severed wrist onto Qin Mu's equally empty right wrist, and then connected his own hand.Since Qin Mu himself has no self-healing ability, Jiang Xun's blood can only make the hand barely join the severed limb, and the bones inside cannot be connected.

However, as long as the surface is good enough.

When he pasted Qin Mu's hand on his severed wrist, Jiang Xun stared blankly at the horrible wound healed at a terrifying speed, and the broken bone stubble was also closely connected to the one that did not belong to him. One after another, the severed hands are entangled and regenerated.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Xun moved his right hand fingers, and there was a bright red cinnabar mole on the inside of his wrist, and a gentle and tired voice sounded in his mind: "Xiao Xun."

——Only if he agrees to accept this hand, his body will be connected with this hand.

Jiang Xun didn't respond to the voice. He knelt down on his knees and buried the blood stains left in this area with maple leaves, thus burying a big secret.

When next spring, all things regenerate, these blood-stained black mud may grow more flowers and plants than other places.

Jiang Xun solemnly changed Qin Mu into his own clothes, while he himself put on the black robe and red robe that belonged to the son of the Qin family, just like when he was playing around and changing identities in the past.

In order to cover up the knife marks on the clothes on his chest, Jiang Xun simply cut another long slit in the direction of the punctured knife edge on his clothes, pretending to be torn apart by spiritual power, and then stabbed himself with the knife The original clothes were at the same level as the knife wound on Qin Mu's chest.

After finishing all the camouflage, Jiang Xun abandoned Ying Yisheng's knife, embraced Qin Mu's body, and walked towards the carriage with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

He was too calm, as if he had nothing to do with this world, until the footsteps of a group of people approaching him, Jiang Xun raised his head and looked at them blankly.

He forgot that they had reached the ground under the jurisdiction of Dongshan Yushi.

Beside the large expanse of maple trees, stood a group of people dressed in glazed white clothes.The leader looked indifferent, as if everything could not enter his eyes, and there was a saber with celestial light flowing around his waist, which made him even more heroic and graceful.

Ever since he received the report of the abnormal spiritual power flow in the Red Maple Forest, Yu Miao led a group of Yu's disciples to rush here non-stop. After entering the Red Maple Forest, they first found the unconscious Qin Qiu and Ming Lu, as well as the calf. Gong Yi with a broken bone, Yu Miao reserved manpower and asked them to send a few people to Dongshan for treatment, while he brought others to search the forest to see if there were any survivors.

The Ninth Young Master of the Yu family who followed his elder brother to carry out missions back then has lost his childishness and is capable of being alone.

Jiang Xun stared straight at the handsome young man in front of him, his expression indifferent.

Yu Miao came forward and saw Qin Mu in Jiang Xun's arms at a glance.

Yu Miao couldn't help being stunned by the extremely beautiful face that was exactly the same as Jiang Xun's.

He thought of the child wearing a mask he saw on the mountain road a few days ago before the annual meeting sacrifice, and his heart trembled, and he asked in disbelief, "...is he... is Jiang Xun?"

Jiang Xun nodded.

There was a hint of anger on Yu Miao's face.

He only heard that the son of the Qin family took in a young servant whom he loved very much. His name was Jiang Xun, which was the same name as the child he called his ninth elder brother in Hongfeng Village.Knowing Jiang Xun's name taboo, Yu Miao was a little concerned, but he couldn't find a chance to have a private conversation with Young Master Qin, and rarely saw the young man in tea parties or other formal occasions, so he could only keep it in his heart.

Now, seeing clearly that this person has the same appearance as Qin Mu, Yu Miao's chest is filled with anger and blood.

He can be sure that the young master of the Qin family has only one twin sister. This person is so similar to the young master of the Qin family. He is not a servant. He is clearly a shadow guard who died for his master at a critical moment!

And apart from the ancient forbidden technique of washing bones and cutting marrow, there is no other technique that can completely change a person into another person's appearance!

If, if this person is really the innocent little guy who hugged his neck affectionately back then...

Yu Miao forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "Is he injured?"

Jiang Xun took a deep breath.

To be safe, Qin Daoyuan made Jiang Xun's voice the same as Qin Mu's.When Jiang Xun heard it, he said slowly in a voice that belonged to Qin Mu: "...No, Jiang Xun is dead."

After saying these words, Jiang Xun's body fell forward as if falling apart, and fell into Yu Miao's arms, losing consciousness.

... The happiness he desires and expects will always be the moon in the water and the wind in the sky.

... As the son of the Qin family, he will never go back to Hongfeng Village again.forever.