[Gu Jian Su Zi] Death is coming

Drowsy in the morning, he closed his eyes after telling Xiaoer: "I'll sleep first, I'll leave it to you."

"Hey, hero?" Xiao Er shook Yin Qianshang, and found that he was completely asleep, so he turned his head to pull out the sword on the ground, but because of him, a Xiao Er with few tendons on his body, the epee did not move at all. .The diners next to him looked at Yin Qianshang with half awe and half respect. Few of them could continue to eat, and they all checked out and left. The shopkeeper was busy and had no time to take care of this side.

"Why did this immortal master come to our place? Could it be that there are monsters nearby?"

"Let's go home quickly, it's not a peaceful night."

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't wade into the muddy water with this cultivator."

People outside wanted to take a look inside, while people inside couldn't wait to get out, and those who were very curious about cultivators stopped in their tracks, blocking the door for a while.

I don't know who touched the long lamp standing by the door. The long lamp shook and splashed a little spark, which ignited the remaining oil in the gap between the wooden boards. The puddle of oil under Qianshang's body jumped up, and a red light surrounded Yin Qianshang.

"Ahhh!" Xiao Er was apologizing to someone at the door, and from time to time he would grab a few guests who were trying to escape the meal with a fake smile, and just grabbed a person, and that person pointed at Xiao Er's back in a frightened manner. .

"Customer, please don't make things difficult for our small business. If I want to let you pass by like this, the shopkeeper will beat me to death!" Xiaoer felt that he hadn't been fooled by him, and stared at the customer in front of him without turning his back. .

"Run! Just say today is not peaceful!"

The crowd dispersed at once, and when Xiaoer felt the abnormal heat behind him and turned his head again, he saw that the lobby had become a sea of ​​flames, and the shopkeeper had already run away from the small door of the back kitchen.

The red curtain on the roof became a reminder, like a snake swimming, reverberating in mid-air, and the place where Yin Qianshang was lying was surrounded by heavy flames, and the thick smoke evaporated the distorted air. someone.

Xiao Er just wanted to go back to take another look, when a beam on the house suddenly collapsed, blocking the way, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran away: "The hero is so powerful, he must have left long ago!"

"Cough cough..." When Yin Qianshang woke up, his breathing was particularly constricted, and many places on his body were scorching hot, but he felt no sensation in other places.He opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes were bright, but there were patches of black shadows.

He struggled to get up, and found that the hem of his clothes was already on fire, breaking free from the shackles of the heavy sword.Looking up, not only the hem of the clothes, but also his own body was already on fire, and the flames had already penetrated the skin on the chest with less material.He cast a freezing spell on himself to protect his heart veins, and stumbled to find a way out in the vision full of ghosts and defects.The scorching temperature of the epee made him give up the weapon that had been following him.

His drunken state this time seemed to be extraordinarily long, his head was very dizzy, and the road under his feet was not smooth. From time to time, woods that hindered his hands and feet fell down, making it even more difficult for him to distinguish the direction.

Think about when Yin Qianshang was in such a mess... If Qingxue was there, with her water spells, these fires would not be a threat at all.

This was his last thought.

The burly body slammed into a hole on the wooden floor, the outer skin gradually scorched, and the burly body began to curl up uncontrollably. As time passed, the quiet color gradually merged into a sea of ​​flames.

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Zi Yin gently put Tu Su on the bed, and tucked in the quilt.He turned around and found a chair by the table to sit down, and lit the remaining half of the candle.

He leaned on the table with one hand, propped his head, and looked at Tu Su with his eyebrows closed. The curtain was dimly shadowed in the candlelight, hiding Tu Su behind it.

At some point, Tu Su was no longer a child.

Ziyin recalled the feeling of holding Tu Su all the way back just now. The young man in his arms was unconscious and completely dependent on him, and his warm body was fully embraced by him.In addition to pity, there are some extra tender feelings that even he can't understand, flowing, driving a warm breath to spread to the limbs and bones.

This delicate and elusive feeling has been hidden from Zi Yin's heart in the pursuit of the path of unintentional severance of love, and now it has returned to this body, which caught him off guard and at the same time has some aftertaste.

He has always followed his own way, and never forced himself to give up some emotions that a human being should have.However, the mortal world is insignificant, the road to immortality is far away, and the people who used to be in love with in the past are all lost in the flying shuttle. As time goes by, the number of confidants in the past is getting less and less, and the number of people who are worth showing their faces is no longer increasing. The disciples in the city, even if they know Ziyin's swordsmanship, few of them dare to ask for advice.Now Tu Su, who can affect his mood like this, is not a peer, but a disciple, but Ziyin can't help but recall the days when his confidant was by his side, fighting swords in the rivers and lakes.

Ziyin stared at the quiet candlelight, and Tu Su's even breathing came into his ears.At the beginning, Tu Su was accepted as a disciple, one was due to fate in the dark, and the other was because of the fierce sword of burning silence.

I love swords, and I see famous blades all over the world. If I happen to have a sword spirit in my life, I cherish it even more.At that time, seeing that the damaged ancient sword and sword spirit could mend the soul and melt into the human body, he was pleasantly surprised, but also said that this child's fate was difficult and full of evil spirits, so he took him back to Tianyong City and taught him by his side.

Over the years, as a master, I have intentionally trained him, but I have not mastered it well, and I have unknowingly alienated the relationship between the master and the apprentice...

Ziyin sighed, the candlelight in front of her eyes flickered slightly, and soon stabilized again.

There was a faint burnt smell in the candlelight, as if the animal fur had been burned.

He frowned and concentrated on sniffing the smell of the candle. The smell just now disappeared from his nostrils, like a hallucination.Such a feeling... Ziyin's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that this situation seemed familiar.However, this feeling is fleeting, mysterious and unpredictable, and it is like a boat sailing without a trace for a while.Even if he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't find any clues anyway.

The candle burned out gradually, but Ziyin didn't continue, closed his eyes for a short rest, and the room returned to darkness.

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"Yin Qianshang is dead?" In the alchemy room of the sapphire altar, Ouyang Shaogong's hands that were measuring the powder trembled, and the off-white powder spilled all over the floor.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and he unconsciously put down the medicine scale gently.Turning around and lowering his head, he looked at the disciple of the Qingyu Altar who was half kneeling on the ground to report the news, doubts arose in his heart, "Did you see the corpse?"

"See, I've seen it, but the corpse is no longer recognizable..." Ouyang Shaogong's unconscious momentum made the disciple's legs weak, and his voice trembled.

It is absolutely impossible for Yin Qianshang to die so easily.

Shaogong came to his senses, narrowed his eyes slightly, curled up the corners of his lips, restrained his whole body, like Elder Ouyang, who was harmless to humans and animals, and continued gently: "Then what about Miss Qingxue?"

"She burned Master Yin Qianshang's body to ashes and carried it with her. She is currently sleeping outside Qinchuan City, as if she is going somewhere."

"How does it look?"

"Very sad, looked haggard, and couldn't sleep at night."

Less congratulations.

If it's acting, it's too realistic... Could it be that Yin Qianshang is really dead?

If it is true, you will lose a lot of help from your side; if it is a fake show... Shao Gong's voice became softer: "I am writing a book, you go and bring it to Qingxue, be sure to bring her to see me... don't hurt her .”

"Disciple takes orders!"

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"Shao Gong, you said you want to tell my brother?" Qingxue's spirit was obviously very poor, her face that was rosy before turned pale, and her eyes were slightly black and blue.When she asked this, her body was shaking with the wind blowing.After speaking, her lower lip has been bitten white by herself.

"Qingxue, my condolences." Shao Gong frowned slightly, retreated from the crowd, naturally took Qingxue's thin shoulders, and hugged her gently in his arms.The girl's body trembled intermittently, but within a few days, she was not only extremely thin, but also felt cold from the crevices of her bones.

"I'm Yin Qianshang's only good friend over the years. I feel the same way as you. If you want to cry, cry."

After a while, Shaogong felt the warm wetness on his shoulders, and the girl beside his ear was silent, only her breath revealed her uneven mood.Shaogong patted her on the shoulder distressedly, and after a while, Qingxue's breath calmed down, and he put down his arms hugging Qingxue.

"Thank you." Maybe it was because of crying for a long time, Qingxue's originally clear voice became a little ambiguous, she cleared her throat, and asked again: "Shaogong, about my brother..."

"Come with me." Shaogong led Qingxue out from the back door of the alchemy room, through the medicine field, and a simple cabin was hidden at the end.

Shaogong brought Qingxue into the room, the decoration in the room was simple, only a small wooden sculpture was placed on the table beside the bed, vaguely it was a little girl with a long skirt.

"I was traveling many years ago, and I rescued Qianshang in a wilderness in the south. At that time, he was seriously injured and was dying, so I took him back to the Qingyu Altar for recuperation. What is your name and where do you come from?" Shaogong opened the suitcase, and found a suit of strange colors and various decorations from the bottom of the suitcase, except for a few gorgeous robes that were badly damaged.Turning around, she saw Qingxue picking up the wood carving to play with, leaning against the table in a daze.

"The clothes were what he was wearing when I rescued him, but they didn't arouse his memory at all, so they were pressed at the bottom of the box, Qingxue, do you know it?"

"Well, it's my elder brother's previous clothes." Qingxue returned to her senses, took the priest's robe with a complicated expression, stroked the patterns on it with her slender fingertips, and looked at the clothes.