whisk

Miao Zhiguang hurriedly raised his bow and shot another arrow, and knocked down the front arrow obliquely, Xie Chenyan rolled away, avoiding the thundering arrow.

Miao Zhiguang breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Xie Chenyan was about to climb up to the Zichen Hall, Miao Zhiguang waved his hand anxiously, pointing his finger to the outside of Suzaku's door.

Xie Chenyan's heart gradually sank - Shen Menghan was not in the city.

He nodded slightly to Miao Zhiguang, pulled out the two arrows just now from Danbi, turned around and ran towards the city gate.

With the imperial city wall more than ten feet high, Xie Chenyan silently said in his heart:

fifty feet

Thirty feet

ten feet

The young man's figure was like a rock, suddenly violently slammed up the city gate tower, his fingers barely clasped on the battlements.

Miao Zhiguang blew a dysprosium at the right time in the Zichen Hall, indicating that this person is from Tongji.

The defenders breathed a sigh of relief and ignored him.

Xie Chenyan heaved a sigh of relief before turning over and jumping onto the city wall.

Randomly grabbed a defender and shouted: "Young Master Yin!"

The guard said inexplicably: "Of course it is in the palace city."

Xie Chenyan also quickly realized that Shen Menghan led people out of the city quietly, and others might not know it.

After all, if something happened to him outside the city and the soldiers defending the city lost their backbone, then Miyagi would really be unable to defend it.

Xie Chenyan stood on the Suzaku gate, his gaze swept the outside of the city inch by inch.

Banners block out the sun, and drums beat like drums.

Xie Chenyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Among thousands of troops, a sword light was particularly dazzling.

There are many cities under the dim setting sun, and the Jinshui River is dripping with light.

The sword light is more dazzling than the sunlight.

A sword cut down the "An" flag on the ship, and the morale of the rebel army fell out of thin air.

The battle flag was soaked in the rain, how heavy it was, he took the battle flag with his left hand, like iron tongs, and shook it against the wind to stop the crossbow arrows approaching him. He avoided the stones thrown hastily from the bank.

The boat was hit by the stones thrown by his comrades behind him, and sank irretrievably to the bottom of the cold river in severe winter.

The light, wind and moon shine brightly like the beginning of the sun.

Under the cold rain of winter.

That figure overlapped with the boy on the snow field seven years ago.

Startled with a sword.

As before.

Xie Chenyan suddenly realized.

He had been ill for so long that even he almost forgot that he was once a young hero who single-handedly broke into the sweat tent and won the golden whip of sweat.

At the age of 15, he was able to succeed the Tianzong Wizard of the Wulin League.

The sick bed could not restrain him, and the vicious poison could not damage his coldness in the slightest.

He was sick and boned, lying on the sick bed, and when it was difficult to move his fingers, he was as sharp as a sharp sword that had been tempered for a long time, so sharp that he could not be stared at.

Xie Chen's eyes were sour.

This is who he is, this is what he should be.

Juexuan followed him, handed over his back and trust, and fought into the enemy line together. Under the cover of Cheng Feng, he went straight to an unremarkable building ship in the fleet.

He didn't know if he met Xie Chenyan too early, he would always treat him as a child who needed his love and care.

And the little idiot on the grassland had grown up back then, almost side by side with him, in fact, he could also shelter him from the misty rain.

Love is entrusted to each other, not just given by him.

What he thinks is good is not necessarily what he needs to be good.

He should give him the power to choose.

The unremarkable building boat moved suddenly, and all the boats hurriedly gathered around, changed their formation, and heavily guarded it in the middle.

This change changed the direction, and Shen Menghan was already exhausted after stepping on it, so how could he get close easily.

He turned over, borrowed more and more strength from the shot arrow, barely landed on the ship's side, his blood was surging, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the sword.

The defenders on the sampan rushed towards him with their swords raised, Shen Menghan tried his best to raise his swords, but the two men were pinned three feet in front of him by "Zheng" and "Zheng", blood spattered his face.

He supported the ground with his sword, and just as he gasped for breath, the whisk in his hand slipped away.

A warm embrace came after him.

He didn't struggle, and the inner strength behind him was mellow, with deep regret and love in his arms.

He was too familiar with that breath.

He suddenly let go of his strength and allowed himself to fall into his arms without hesitation.

He knows he can handle it.

Xie Chenyan supported him with one hand.

Xie Chenyan took the sword in his hand and lightly slapped him across the face.

Shen Menghan was a little confused.

It was as gentle as a touch, but it was indeed a slap in the face.

Xie Chenyan said with tears in his eyes: "You are self-righteous and self-willed, you are the smartest in the world."

His internal strength soared, and his sword was magnificent, beheading all the soldiers who were close to him into the water.

But he protects a small world in front of him, and protects his fragile but strong lover in his softest arms.

Shen Menghan smiled slightly, as if she had let go of all her strength, and slumped to the ground clutching Xie Chenyan's sleeves, the cold rain soaked her temples, her jade face was covered with blood, she looked up at Xie Chenyan, and said in her voice with pain : "...you are a disciple of the Buddha, your hands should no longer be stained with blood."

How could he be willing to drag Xie Chenyan into the dust catastrophe again when he was trapped in the mud.

He wanted to keep him in a clean and bright Buddhist hall.

The road he could not walk in this life, the sword he could not handle, the fireworks in the world he had never seen.

He wanted him to be so sincere, so clear, so innocent and carefree forever.

He expected to see him again, but dared not see him again.

He really appeared here, but he couldn't describe his pain and regret at that moment.

These dirty and dirty things of fighting for power and gain, embezzlement and oppression should not be put in front of Xie Chenyan again.

In the past three years, he has been broken, but he is not willing to fall in front of Xie Chenyan in such a posture.

Who doesn't want to leave his best side to his lover, but he still can't do it.

He should hold his brush-wash full of lotus flowers and walk briskly through the corridor in the courtyard.

Xiaohua followed behind him with a kick.

Ah Hua and Ah Huang circled around him, and San Hua leaned obediently on his shoulder.

He should be enshrined in front of the Buddha cleanly, and he is the most beloved flower boy of the Buddha.

His little cigarette.

His softest miss, his tenderness is like water.

Run for him, hold the sword for him.

Struggling back and forth between the ups and downs of the secular world for him.

Xie Chenyan reached out to wipe off the few drops of blood on his face, pulled him up, and carried him on his back. He was not as light as a grown man, but he weighed a thousand pounds on Xie Chenyan's heart.

Xie Chen said in a bitter voice, "You clearly know what kind of method I am practicing."

Xie Chenyan's eyes were filled with hostility, and he approached the cabin step by step, with Fuchen casually holding a sword flower in his hand.

His gaze was contemptuous, and no one dared to step forward to glance at his edge for a while.

Shen Menghan said softly: "I have to trouble Xiaoyan again..."

"... Please Xiaoyan go and kill Shen Yu."

He was clearly close to his ear, but his voice was broken, and Xie Chenyan was concentrating before he could hear this sentence clearly.

Xie Chenyan groaned in his heart.

He questioned: "Shen Menghan, Shen Yuyin, how do you treat your lover?"

The light of the sword in his hand soared with the whisk.

"What do you mean trouble me?" He choked up and said, "To live together, to die together, you promised me."

"If you dare to die, I will take you and jump into the Jinshui River, no matter what."

The sword is like a rainbow, splitting the wind and splitting the rain.

All the surrounding crossbow ships came back and surrounded the main ship in the center.

But no one dared to shoot an arrow.

After all, Shen Yu is on this ship.

Xie Chenyan wondered, and whispered: "How do you know that Shen Yu is on this ship?"

Shen Menghan smiled lightly and said: "Although this ship is not big, it is better than a ship with a mast. The surrounding formation looks loose, but in fact the guards are extremely tight. It is not far from the order ship, so it is convenient to issue orders. It is concealed enough and different from other ships. .”

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a burst of bloody smell, and he barely spoke for such a long paragraph, his teeth chattered, it was obvious that the pain was extreme, but he was trying his best to endure it.

Xie Chenyan pinched his veins, wanting to give him his true energy, but with a slight touch, his heart sank——

The meridian is cut off, it turns out that the meridian is cut off!

He suddenly remembered Ye Duanduan's words in Los Angeles, he thought she was talking about the pills he fed Shen Menghan.

It turned out not to be.

Over the years, he paid attention to the supplements of medicinal materials, and he also presided over the intensive medical practice with Mingyin Temple. Now he recalled that the bottle of elixir he fed at that time was just a rare life-sustaining tonic.

What Ye Duanduan was talking about was medicine to fortify internal strength.

His dantian has been broken, and the internal force can only be poured into the meridians, and he has been sick for many years, and the meridians are three points more fragile than ordinary people.

For others, maybe it's just a month's rest.

For him, it was the final blow that medicine and stones were useless, unable to turn back the sky.

Xie Chenyan was so angry that she shed tears, how could he treat him like this!How could he treat himself like this!

It never occurred to him to live.

For his father and brother, for Nanyan, for the world, he would rather die.

He didn't wait for him, he went all out, and he didn't leave a chance for himself.

Xie Chenyan said bitterly: "Have you ever thought about me?"

Shen Menghan leaned on his shoulder, her cool lips brushed against the young man's flexible neck, leaving a lingering trace of blood, and said softly, "Xiao Yan."

Even his breathing was tingling, his voice was hoarse, but it was as gentle as the autumn moon in the Pinghu Lake ten miles away from Xuanwu, and Lake Pipa in the setting sun shone against the majestic city wall.

Like the ten miles of mist in the Qinhuai River, like the continuous spring water of the Yuntai Mountains and Rivers.

Like the Jiuqu Qingxi, it is soul-stirring.

The rivers and mountains are so majestic, his blood and tears turned into tender fingers.

Xie Chenyan slashed down with his sword, the cabin and pavilion were split open by his sword, and the railing and window lattice of golden nanmu was crushed to powder by his sword.

Xie Chenyan roared: "Shen Yu! Come out!"

He has lost his mind, and each sword is more decisive than the other.

The sampan on the huge ship was overturned, the mast was broken, and the icy river water slowly submerged the cabin.

Shen Menghan sighed lightly: "Little Yan."

His voice has a calming power.

Xie Chenyan gradually calmed down.

While leading Shen Menghan to avoid the rain of arrows, he squinted his eyes and looked around.

He felt Shen Menghan raised his head with difficulty on his shoulder, covered his eyes with his backhand and said, "I'll do it."

The tone of the young man was unquestionable, with the calm and absolutely proud conceit that had been precipitated after the sword, gun, and halberd.

With a person behind him, his movements are still smooth and unhurried.

He holds a sword in his hand, and the Buddha only picks up flowers, which can cleanse the dust and dust of the universe.

The other ships lost their standards and did not dare to treat the main ship as they had just treated the command ship. Several large ships approached quickly, and threw iron shots one by one.

How could Xie Chenyan allow them to approach?The boy cut off the thick iron lock with a sword, and rushed into the cabin first.

The light of the sword is as sharp as the sword, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, and the god blocks and kills the gods.

The ultimate move in his hand became more and more fierce, and his internal energy was turbulent and then calmed down, gradually widening and peaceful.

Flowing through the limbs, it is clearer than the ice in winter and the thin frost in autumn.

He kills until he kills, holding a sword to save the world, and his Dharma heart is solemn.

Xie Chenyan: Unexpectedly, when I was a graduate student at Mingyin Temple, I also took a second major as an elective.