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Ah Wu sat down on the ground, sweating coldly.

Just a little bit, his head was about to split in two.

A Jia raised his sword to cut the silver thread, unexpectedly, when the sword fell, a gap was left on the sword, the silver thread was still shining coldly, like the edge of a sharpened blade.

Mrs. Xiang stopped and said, "Ordinary swords are not allowed!"

Xie Chenyan swiped his sword: "Everyone retreat to one place!"

Now, only the Zhaoyue Sword in his hand can resist this spider silk and silver thread.

Xie Chenyan had a look of hostility in his eyes, and turned the Zhaoyue sword in his hand into a sword flower.

He played against the silver formation again, obviously more experienced than last time, but at that time Shen Menghan was by his side to help him break through the formation, although there are many people around him now, no one can help him.

Fortunately, Ah Wu and the others were able to protect Mrs. Xiang, his wife, mother and daughter, and Xie Chenyan concentrated on fighting with the silver thread so as not to be disturbed.

It's just that if the stalemate is too long, he will always be exhausted when he is alone.

The other party obviously planned this way too, the line array was getting tighter and tighter, and there was little room for Ah Wu and others to move.

Mrs. Xiang secretly winked at Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua understood, and when Xie Chenyan was fighting with those silver threads, she released the Gu worms in her arms towards the approaching silver threads.

These Gu worms are small in size and can only survive by attaching to the spider silk, and the silver thread that forms the array is actually the spider silk spit out by Tian Luoyin.They will follow the silver thread spit out by Luoyin on their own, and devour the person who controls it.

And Xie Chenyan and the others had already taken their antidote, the Gu worms would avoid their direction.

Soon, the silk formation began to vibrate, and could no longer form a formation. Xie Chenyan let out a long roar, and the Zhaoyue sword split the clouds and fog, and finally broke through the inseparable silk mesh.

Xie Chenyan struck fiercely, smashing down the silk-controlling people one by one in an instant.

Once the person who controls the silk dies, the silk array is broken.

Xie Chenyan tapped the ground with his sword, breathed heavily, and slowed down for a long while.

Mrs. Xiang murmured: "The 17-year-old Zhaoyue Sword is the seventh level, it's incredible."

Ah Wu and the others finally began to applaud sparingly, and stammered: "Congratulations, young master."

Xie Chenyan was so perfunctory that he suspected that they had never practiced the Zhaoyue Sword, nor did they know what Mrs. Xiang was talking about, and their boasting was not sincere at all.

They stumbled and fled into the forest, but no one knew the direction.

The forest is deep and foggy, I don't know where to go, and there are pursuers behind, so I can't turn back.

If...if it wasn't for the wrong decision he made in a hurry, they should be in the Tangquan courtyard now, soaking in a pool with Shen Menghan cleanly, listening to him explain what happened and why he caught Xiaohua back, Where did he take Grandpa Zhenshu again?

He suddenly realized that he still trusted and relied on him.

If he really has any difficulties, I will reluctantly forgive him.

He should go back and beg Shen Menghan, Zhaoyuemen and Feiyao Sect have already corrected their evil ways, can't they just let them go?

In the morning, he jumped up the corridor and turned his head towards the light boat for the last time. Shen Menghan was caressing three flowers in his hand, with an elegant smile on his face, and the astonishment disappeared from those cold eyes.

Xie Chenyan's breathing became disordered suddenly.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ah Wu lost his voice: "Young Master!"

Xie Chenyan stood where he was, as if he had suddenly fallen into a samadhi, without realizing it, and remained motionless amidst the exclamation.

The sword in Ah Wu's hand was torn apart by a strand of silver thread twisted by Tian Luoyin.

The man also rolled to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the silver thread twisted like a giant whip, it was thrown towards Ah Wu.

Xie Chenyan came back to his senses quickly, turned around to save Ah Wu, but the silver whip followed him like a shadow, staring at his footsteps, Xie Chenyan didn't dare to lead the silver thread to Ah Wu's direction, so he had to fight and retreat.

The long whip made by Tian Luoyin is almost indestructible. Wherever it passes, it will be destroyed. The surrounding trees are cut off in half, and the leaves and grass lose their protection and protection in advance, and all the way they are smashed into mud.

When Xie Chenyan raised his sword and hit him, he felt his blood surging.

The long whip was about to roll, Xie Chenyan tightly held the Zhaoyue Sword in his hand.

Although he didn't have time to think about it, he had an intuition that he couldn't make the opponent put away the long sword in his hand.

Knowing that he was far from being an opponent, he shouted behind him: "Go!"

Ah Jia and others are not willing to retreat, even Mrs. Xiang shot the last poisonous Gu into the void.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and there is no light in the rainy night.

Only the thick and long Tian Luo Yin's Whip splits the wind and splits the rain, roaring like a silver lightning. They were chased by the long whip in a panic, but they couldn't even see each other's true face, let alone take care of Ah who was behind. e.

They were spurned to flee, Xie Chenyan sensitively heard Xiaohua's small exclamation behind him, turned his head quickly, and called out in a hurry: "Xiaohua?"

Mrs. Xiang suddenly whispered in his ear: "Let's go."

Before Xie Chenyan could react, he was dragged by Mrs. Xiang's feet.

The wind howled in my ears, and the feeling of weightlessness almost made me sick.

Xie Chenyan tried his best to open his eyes, and raised his sword to stroke the cliff, trying to stabilize his fall.

His arm scraped against the cliff, leaving a splash of blood, but Xie Chenyan had already forgotten the pain, he couldn't die, if he died, what would Shen Menghan do?

Before he could strike hard, his waist tightened, he hung upside down, and with a "wow", he vomited out the little food left in his stomach.

Silver threads wrapped them gently, from Ah Jia to Ah Geng, one after another, they were firmly tied into a string, hanging on the cliff.

Xie Chenyan stretched out his hand to caress the flexible silver-white spider silk at his waist.

It turns out that Tian Luo Yin, who is chasing souls, also has such a gentle side.

Shen Menghan stepped into the Yin Pavilion in the middle of the night, with a frosty face, listening to Zhou Qian's report of the casualties of the people in the Yin Pavilion, he nodded to indicate that he knew, he would comfort and comfort him, Zhou Qian made his own arrangements, and he didn't need to worry about it.

The pavilion is brightly lit, the corridors are dim and quiet, and the sheepskin lamps and bright tiles are interlaced, delicately creating a long road.

However, along the way, dead branches and leaves piled up all over the ground in the garden, which was still full of vitality during the day, and the unwashed blood between the bluestone slabs reminded him everywhere of what kind of fierce battle he had experienced during the day.

He walked fast, and both Xixuan and Miao Zhiguang couldn't help being terrified following him.

Shen Menghan was short of breath one after another.

He can bear how others humiliate him, bully him, and slander him, but he can't bear the deceit and betrayal from Xie Chenyan.

fed up.

He has obviously imagined it countless times. After all, this is an uncertain child. Whatever he does, he must face and resolve it calmly.

But he never thought that it would hurt like this, it was like a heart-wrenching pain.

Sensing the rain, Miao Zhiguang winked at Xixuan.

Before he could move, Shen Menghan looked back and said sharply: "No need!"

Braving the thin rain, he walked quickly back to the bedroom where he and Xie Chenyan lived.

The drizzle quietly wet the embroidered ginkgo on the hem of the clothes.

Pale yellow dipped into ocher yellow.

Today he and Xie Chenyan set off to Tangquan other courtyard, the maid was lazy, the bed hadn't been made up yet, Xie Chenyan's thin silk quilt was still draped on the low couch.

Half of it rests on the couch, and the other half falls on the ground.

On the lattice shelf at the back, a row of cloth tigers, cloth civet cats, blessing dolls and rabbit masters are filled, occupying the position of Pinghua Wenwan confidently.

A corner that belongs exclusively to Xie Chenyan.

It is incompatible with this elegant and clean bedroom.

They were still snuggling up here yesterday, and he casually said to Xie Chenyan that he would make a pair of clay dolls exactly like them and put them on it.

Tenderness is all fake, he will suddenly appear by his side, and naturally he will suddenly leave with others.

Like an unsteady wind, he rampages and peels off his indestructible shell layer by layer, breaks into his heart in a daze, then turns around decisively and leaves him, leaving his empty heart pouring down the river of frost.

Standing by the screen, Shen Menghan stared blankly at the silk quilt that was about to fall off for a long while, the itching in his throat was unbearable, he couldn't help but bowed down and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

There are dots of stars, falling red, all sprinkled on Xie Chenyan's silk quilt.

Xiao Hua was so hungry that she lay down in the cave and wept softly, while Xie Chenyan and Mrs. Xiang sat at the entrance of the cave.

The setting sun is slanting towards the west, casting a golden silhouette to this hidden cave with lowered eyebrows.

They hid here for a few days and didn't dare to go out, or in other words, they didn't know where else to hide after going out.

I can only suffer here.

When you are hungry, you can eat some fruit, but when you are thirsty, you can only wait for God's mercy to give you a little rain.

Ajia and the others climbed down the cliff carefully early in the morning. Before leaving, they cursed and swore that they would definitely hunt hares and pheasants today, so that the young master and young lady would not be hungry again.

Xie Chenyan would occasionally think that it would be great if Shen Menghan sent someone to catch him, he would definitely catch him without a fight, and promise not to struggle.

Mrs. Xiang and Xie Chenyan said warmly: "I never thought that the son of General Ji and Miss Xie would grow up so much in the blink of an eye."

The young man's lips were a little chapped, and within a few days, they quickly lost the moisture and lustrous color they had nurtured.

Xie Chenyan asked: "Am I really Ji Chao's son?"

Mrs. Xiang nodded and said, "Yes."

Xie Chenyan said in a low voice: "They all seem to think that I am Xie Mingzhao's son."

Xiang Fu asked, "Who are they?"

Xie Chenyan said: "Grandpa Shushu...Brother Menghan, Ajia and Awu, and many other people."

Mrs. Xiang snorted and said, "They haven't seen each other in person."

Xie Chenyan lowered his head, thought for a while and said strangely: "Then have you seen it in person?"

His answer was a long silence.

The setting sun is magnificent, but the dark clouds are layer upon layer, pouring into the sky, and the autumn rain is coming one after another, and it is not far away.

Thinking of this, Xie Chenyan became a little anxious, one layer of autumn rain and one layer of coldness, the summer is over, when the cold wind rages and the river is frosty and cold, Shen Menghan's days will only become more and more sad in the future.

Why there are four seasons in a year, why can't the sun shine brightly every day, why can't the sun and the moon be turned around, and the light of the day will always stay in midsummer?

Mrs. Xiang said: "The Nai River Gu is actually very easy to understand."

Xie Chenyan didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned this, and quietly put her wrist back into her sleeve: "Huh?"

Mrs. Xiang explained to him the method of dispelling Gu in detail: "You have profound inner strength, as long as you want, you can force the mother Gu out of your body at any time."

Xie Chenyan said decisively: "I don't want to."

If there is no Shen Menghan in this world, what's the point of keeping him alone.

He wanted to sleep next to him for a long time, and he didn't want to be separated from him for a moment.

He lowered his long eyelashes, whether it was tears or dew, they were about to fall along the eyelashes, bending the normally curled eyelashes.

Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, but in just a few days, he has already tasted enough of the days without him in his life.

Mrs. Xiang said: "That person's life is not long, you are still so young."

Xie Chenyan was very unhappy: "He is also very young."

Mrs. Xiang sighed slightly, and turned to comfort her daughter.

Xie Chenyan stood at the entrance of the cave, the setting sun was pressed into a line by the stratus clouds, casting a huge silhouette into the cave from behind him.

The boy's voice was clear, and he said doubtfully, "You seem to know my parents very well."

Mrs. Xiang stopped her hand on her daughter's back, Xiao Hua stopped crying, and looked up at her mother curiously.

Xie Chenyan asked anxiously: "Then do you know how my father died?"

Mrs. Xiang closed her eyes slightly, and opened them again, with great sadness in her eyes.

The setting sun became more and more slanting, until it tried its best to dissipate the last ray of afterglow behind Xie Chenyan.

A gust of moist wind brought the distant scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the little flower gave a soft "ah".

Mrs. Xiang spoke again, her voice hoarse: "I don't know who killed your father, but I know that I am one of the murderers."

- Interesting and tasteful, a bit sad