Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Among the mountains, a gust of wind swept across the valley, shaking the forest, and the ghost king's laughter suddenly added a bit of gloom.

Jin Ping'er had already flown to the distance to hide, only to see a leaf rustling, and the fierce wind blowing towards her face made her turn around involuntarily to look, in the blood-colored light and shadow, suddenly there was a dazzling huge Jianguang descended from the sky.

Dragon Slaying Sword!Kill ghosts and gods!

Immediately, Jin Ping'er looked up from under the shadow of the tree, and saw the white-clothed sword coming from the sky, and instantly fell into the bloody light and shadow.

A moment later, there was a roar of anger.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light burst out from the blood-colored light and shadow, and the sword energy shot out in all directions, and the dazzling light scattered around like a series of extremely sharp arrow blades.

Then there was another rumble of wild laughter, and the mountains trembled for it, and the echo rumbled.

Jin Ping'er was terrified, and panic filled her heart again. Suddenly, there was a long cry of a dragon, and a brilliant sword light shot up into the sky like a rainbow. The gust of wind rose again, and a white figure unstoppably charged towards the sky.

Jin Ping'er stared at the sword light that disappeared into the sky with piercing eyes, the surroundings quickly quieted down, and there was no strange laughter coming from the blood-colored light and shadow, Jin Ping'er slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally I found that my forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Beyond the sky, in the depths of a quiet dense forest, the birds were suddenly disturbed by something and fluttered their wings.

Suddenly, a white shadow fell from the sky incomparably swiftly, so fast that when it rushed down to the ground, the surrounding weeds suddenly fell outward with the white shadow as the center of the circle with a "wow". After a while, I slowly recovered.

The white light dissipated, revealing Lin Jingyu's anxious face. With trembling hands, he helped Taoist Cangsong, whom he rescued from the ghost king, a chill rose from his heart, Lin Jingyu seemed to be in a bottomless ice cellar , his hand was tightly covering the bloody hole in Taoist Cangsong's chest.

"Master...Master..." Lin Jingyu's voice became hoarse in an instant, his teeth were biting his lips deeply, blood was bleeding in a blink of an eye, and even his eyes burst open in anger and despair.

"Master...Master..."

He yelled in a low voice, choked up, and finally cried out.He never knew that he would still cry. Although the mentor who raised him up, even though he was sentenced to Qingyun sect to abandon them later, the despair of ten years ago seemed to envelope him again.

Cangsong Daoist heard the "Master", his chest suddenly ached sharply, and his body began to tremble. He looked helplessly at the sadness and despair on the face of this disciple whom he was proud of many years ago and taught him wholeheartedly, so that Impossible to fake decoration.

Maybe, apart from Senior Brother Wan, there will always be someone who treats me sincerely in his life, Taoist Cangsong thought so in his heart.

Therefore, in this world, there is still something worthy of his nostalgia.

"Feather..."

Taoist Cangsong's face was pale, and his breathing was weak, but in fact, when he was pierced by the tentacle thorn in the chest just now, he tried his best to block it, and he escaped the critical point, but he lost too much blood, so he was inevitably weak , but he said to Lin Jingyu with difficulty: "Don't... don't worry..."

Lin Jingyu was shocked, and looked at Taoist Cangsong with red eyes.

"I... carry... the pill..." Taoist Cangsong held his breath to prevent himself from fainting, raised his hand, and signaled Lin Jingyu to take out the pill from his sleeve and give it to him. He takes.

Lin Jingyu grabbed his hand, took out a wooden box from his sleeve, and opened it. Inside were two golden pills the size of eyeballs. Lin Jingyu squeezed lightly with his fingers and fed the two golden pills. In the mouth of Taoist Cangsong.

Taoist Cangsong swallowed the pill, lightly pursed his bloody lips, and suddenly smiled at Lin Jingyu, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Lin Jingyu looked at Taoist Cangsong's face for a while, seeing that his pale face was no longer lifeless, Lin Jingyu finally heaved a sigh of relief, however, the corners of his mouth slipped quietly There was a streak of blood, and the back was already stained red.

His vision also dimmed, and then, his vision went dark, and he passed out beside Taoist Cangsong.

A faint sword light suddenly lit up, covering his body.

Thousands of miles away, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Caomiao Village.

Gui Li woke up from the wooden house, he was the only one in the room, even Xiao Hui didn't know where he went.

Gui Li stumbled out of the house and bumped against the wooden door of the small courtyard. He looked around blankly, as if he was looking for something. After a moment of silence, he stepped out of the small courtyard and walked around with a shaky figure.

After searching everywhere, he came to the entrance of the village and stopped moving forward.

Towards evening, the wind and snow fluttered, and the air was extremely cold.

At the entrance of the village, a lone figure stood silently, looking silently and lonely at the small road ahead, which was the only way to Qingyunmen. He stared at it for a long time, but the figure still stood still, without taking another step.

The cold wind swept the snowflakes "whoosh", covering the sky and covering the sky, drowning the despair in his heart.

Lu Xueqi didn't come back.

He didn't move, and looked at the snow-covered mountain road in strange silence.

He lowered his head, and coughed in low and painful voices, as the falling snowflakes and drops of blood splashed down.

The sky is like ink, it is the darkest time.

A white hand gently held a plain umbrella and came slowly stepping on the snow.

"Xiaofan..."

Gui Li raised his hand, a thin and slender hand stretched out with well-defined joints.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, watching the hand he stretched out, slowly, slowly, reaching out to her.

"Xueqi..." He said in a low and hoarse voice.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, her voice cold.

Gui Li mourned in his heart, raised his head silently, looked at her lonely, and said solemnly: "I'm waiting for you."

"Why are you waiting for me?" Lu Xueqi said indifferently, stopping there, as if she was close at hand, yet far away.

"Xue Qi!" Gui Li's black eyes, which were silent and painful like stagnant water, suddenly brightened, he reached out to her hand, his fingertips were pale, curled up slightly, hooked his fingers as if death was at home, and said deeply: "Come here! "