The No. 1 mixed score king in the whole server [StarCraft]

Lin Jing hadn't seen Chu Feihuan for a while. He was at Luoxia Peak, the most energetic and beautiful peak of the Lingxiao Sect.

Sometimes when she was really bored, Lin Jing would go to the edge of the cliff and sit down to watch the scenery, blow leaves, and argue with the system.

After adjusting his mood like this for a few days, the sadness in his heart finally dissipated, and he became that player who was looking at the whole situation from outside the world.

Of course Gu Xiangsi and Chu Feihuan couldn't die when they fell off the cliff.

After they fell into the water, they were rescued by a miracle doctor, who was an old man who guarded a peach blossom forest.Chu Feihuan was not seriously injured, but Gu Xiangsi's meridians were broken, her dantian was half destroyed, and she needed countless rare herbs that were hard to find in the world to take care of her body.

The genius doctor has a weird temper. The price he saved Gu Xiangsi was Chu Feihuan's heart and soul.Of course Chu Feihuan gave it, a sword stabbed into his body, blood flowed profusely, his face was as pale as paper, and he still didn't blink.

After taking away the heart blood, the genius doctor made a long list of herbs and asked Chu Feihuan to find them all for him within a year, otherwise he would wait for Gu Xiangsi's body to be collected.

From then on, Lin Jing followed Chu Feihuan and watched him roll and crawl in the world of mortals for a whole year.

Chu Feihuan was deprived of the Spring Water Sword, and his cultivation base was abolished, and now he is even worse than ordinary people.He cut a wooden sword for himself and pinned it to his body.

The genius doctor listed every herb as a heaven-level spiritual herb, but Chu Feihuan was a genius after all, with outstanding talent. After the root bone was reshaped, he also slashed a bloody path with a wooden sword in his hand.

He practiced day and night, traveled mountains and rivers, and escaped countless deaths.

"Xuanguangsha, Purple Phoenix Bamboo, Heartless Flower, Silver Sky Lotus"

In front of them are spiritual grasses that grow in a desperate situation and are guarded by monsters. Although they are dangerous, they can still be found.

But Yinguang Tianlian is a legend that was extinct 200 years ago.Now there is no news of it in the world, and it is almost impossible to find it.

Chu Feihuan went to ghost towns and places of life and death for unidentified news.The whole world is looking for him, and he has to hide and hide like a gutter mouse.

Lin Jing watched him become a beggar, sneak into the Juecheng Colosseum, fight with thousands of people, for the rich and powerful to watch for fun.

Chu Feihuan stood up from the sea of ​​blood and won No.1, and got his wish to be received by the city lord.The city lord was a fat and obscene person, and he couldn't hide his filthy thoughts when he saw him for the first time. Chu Feihuan had no expression on his face, broke free from the chains, and chopped off the city lord's head with his sword.After stumbling into the secret room, exhausting all his strength and bleeding, he finally found the buzzing flower rumored by the outside world.

However, he touched the lotus petals tremblingly, only to find that the lotus flowers were fake.

Lin Jing stood next to him, quietly watching the man who had been slaughtered in a sea of ​​blood couldn't hold on any longer, the wooden sword stuck in the ground, his black hair fell down, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The mermaid candle in the secret room burns quietly.

Chu Feihuan raised his head slowly, not knowing whether to look at the sky or fate, the blue pupils that were once shining like jewels no longer had any light.

Lin Jing thought he was going to die.

But Chu Feihuan didn't, Gu Xiangsi was still waiting for his rescue, he didn't dare to die, and couldn't die.

The young man in black drooped his eyes, wiped away the blood, picked up the sword again with his hand full of wounds, staggered and groped forward in the darkness.

Lin Jing closed her eyes and returned to Yingluo Hall.

According to ancient books, the Yinguang Tianlian is white, with star brilliance in its stamen, extremely cold, and it freezes when it meets water.

Lin Jing walked forward, her dress brushed over the white and smooth ground, and arrived at the edge of the pool.

In the pool, the glazed nine-turn furnace is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the black crane hovers over the furnace.

Countless white lotus flowers are blooming in the water.

Lin Jing bent down and pulled out the lotus pistil, when he saw the dots of light.

He actually thought it was funny, and actually laughed out loud.

How funny.

Ridiculously ridiculous.

Chu Feihuan, look, you are looking for something to bet your life on, what exactly is it?

Too bad, too bad, brat

Lin Jing took a lotus flower from the pond.

It lay quietly in his palm, gently curling its leaves.

After Chu Feihuan escaped from Juecheng, he fell into Chu Guojing, which was near Xishui Village by accident.

Lin Jing put the lotus in a box and didn't know how to hand it to him.

He didn't want to communicate with Chu Feihuan Zhihe for the time being.

If Lin Jing is a player, now is an excellent opportunity to increase justice.

After all, in such a desperate and dark moment, it must be so memorable to have a good friend of Feihe, who brought the only light in the abyss.

but.

Lin Jing lowered his head and sighed, "You don't need it."

Chu Feihuan, in fact, you don't need redemption, you don't need to be touched, and you don't need extra kindness and warmth.

For you, love and hate, the less you bear in the end, the better.

Lin Jing recruited a maid, thought for a while and said, "Put this in a dilapidated temple in Xishui Village, Chu State, um, hide it a little bit more secretly, don't let people see it at a glance, you know. It's better to give it to It creates a feeling that it is very powerful and precious, and it needs a huge opportunity to encounter it. But it should not be too difficult, I am afraid that he will not find it.”

Maid: "My lady, what are you talking about?"

Lin Jing stared at her with big eyes.Missy doesn't know either.

The maid that Shangguan Wuya arranged for him would be a hermit elder in any small sect, so sending such a small box to Xishui Village would be a breeze.Keeping in mind the eldest lady's instructions, she looked at it in distress for a long time, and finally her eyes fell on a pile of bones that had been dried for many years under the Buddha statue. She walked over and sighed, and hid the box behind the bones according to Miss Weird's instructions.

Lin Jing chatted with the system one after another: "A good guy. Why is there no good guy out now?"

System: "You watch your show, why bother so much?"

Lin Jing: "But he has a high possibility of becoming a demon now."

System: "No, there's Gu Xiangsi, he won't become a demon because of her."

Lin Jing: "You actually know a lot."

Systematically analyzed the data and said, "Isn't that what's written in your human novels?"

Lin Jing chuckled: "Yes, I could have become a demon, but for you, I am willing to suppress my demonic nature. You want to say this? I am so touched."

He grew up in the Institute of Psychiatry as a child, and his parents were both key personnel.After getting familiar with the system, it's like having a conversation with your own silly son.

system:""

It was stunned speechless again, and slipped away in anger.

Ye Yulin Ling.

Lin Jing followed Chu Feihuan and returned to the temple.

After more than ten years, the eaves of the temple are still dilapidated, and the rain is leaking from the thatched tiles, splashing on the bluestone slabs.

The front of the shrine is covered with ashes and cobwebs, the gold leaf of the Buddha statue is speckled, and half of the face is as dark as a ghost. The candle has burned out, and only the moonlight shines in.

Lin Jing sat on the table in his soul body, touching the stick with great interest, the white skirt was hanging down, and the necklace was shaking.

Lin Jing waited for a while, and then Chu Feihuan came in.

The rain washed away the blood on Chu Feihuan's face, revealing his handsome and cold features.The eyebrows fly into the temples, and the bridge of the nose is as high as a jade mountain.The young man's black hair glides over his light-colored lips with water droplets.Holding the wooden sword and fleeing here, he was covered in wounds all over his body.

Chu Feihuan had just experienced a life-and-death fight, and his tense spirit made him move forward regardless. When he entered this temple, he only wanted to find a place to stop his injuries and rest, and he didn't think about anything else.

His body was too weak, his vision was illusory, he walked to the straw pile, sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, and healed his wounds with luck.

Lin Jing: "?"

Hey silly son!Yinguang Tianlian is by your side!

Lin Jing rolled his eyes: "Sure enough, I forgot about the old man."

Heh, as expected of you, Yan Gou Chu Feihuan.The same is to save your life, dirty, ugly and sloppy don't deserve to be remembered, right?

Lin Jing jumped off the table.

The skirt on Shangguan Wan is beautiful, but it is very cumbersome, and it is made of the finest fairy silk.The lotus sleeves, lotus collar, and belt are adorned with many silver threads all the way down, strung with luxurious wreaths, and the skirt will collide with each other when it moves.Each piece of Yingluo is refined with the blood essence of ancient monsters, and a string of red thread runs through the waist of a thousand origami cranes.

Lin Jing walked up to Chu Feihuan, grinding his teeth secretly.Condescending, thinking that he would not be able to see himself anyway, he muttered: "Stinky boy, white-eyed wolf! If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. Even I have forgotten, and you must have forgotten what I said. In the future, you will suffer of."

He sneered, and the shadow of leaning over slowly dissipated.

The rain has been falling.

In the middle of the night, Chu Feihuan opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

With clear consciousness, he looked up at the broken Buddha statue quietly.

The raindrops outside are in front of the temple, the sound of the rain is clear and clean, like Zen sounds, suddenly far and near.

The ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, the night rain in the barren mountains.

The ups and downs of the first half of life are like a dream.

When I was young, the bells rang, the food was full of glory and wealth.

In a blink of an eye, the eldest princess's mansion was bloodied overnight, and the family was ruined.

When I was young, I traveled thousands of mountains alone, holding a sword to seek the way, but in the blink of an eye, I was slandered by people's blood and fell into a secluded prison.

After joining Nine Suns Sword Sect, he met many people.There are those who hate him to the bone, and those who love him like their own lives.The grievances and hatreds finally ended in the fire on Hidden Sword Peak.

After going through so many things, I went around and went back to this temple.

Chu Feihuan's eyes fell on the skeleton.

In fact, he saw it as soon as he came in, but forced himself to turn a blind eye.

The sound of rain was bleak.

The skeleton of the old beggar has long been weathered and decayed. When he died, he probably sat in a foolish posture, not serious.The red clay bowl in front of him was already full of cobwebs.

Every detail is telling him.

As time goes by, things change and people change.

The bitter and eccentric old beggar who was blowing mud bowls and blowing leaves back then is no longer there.He had no wife, no children, no name and no surname, and died in this ruined temple in the wilderness, only Fengyue knew about it.

But back then, the child who hadn't left the rivers and lakes, was innocent and dull, worried about the future.

Now he has been away for half his life, and he has returned with a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred.

Chu Feihuan wanted to reach out to touch the pair of bones, but froze in the air.

He looked at the wet blood between his fingers, lowered his eyes for a long time, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, cold and ironic.

He closed his eyes and lay down again.

From the cuff of the sleeve, he took out a Thousand Paper Crane.His hands were already stained with blood, but he tried his best to keep them clean.

He greedily stroked the paper crane's wings with his fingertips, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "Guess why my eyes are blue."