Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

The Moon Worship Sect ruled the rivers and lakes for ten years, and the rivers and lakes were calm and peaceful for ten years. There was no bloody storm, no arbitrary and reckless behavior, and there was only calm and peace.

The running dog beside Fengyue disappeared, and the demon knife also lost its trace. An ugly man with an iron mask followed him, but the method was more bloody and ruthless than An.

When the tenth year came, Fengyue took the initiative to step down from the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and supported a new martial arts rookie who had just won the championship.

There is a rumor gradually among the knights in the rivers and lakes that there is a fairy valley in the deep mountains and old forests, and all the gods live in it.

But the origin of the rumor can't be found. Whenever someone mentions this rumor and asks which forest and which mountain it is, but no one can tell, so it will always be an illusory rumor.

Moon Worship Sect has lost the excitement and magnificence of the past, but has become more peaceful.

The Fengyue Pavilion has been fluttering with pure white veils for ten years. When I looked at it before, I felt that it was boundless and luxurious, but now that I look at it, I only feel that it is extremely lonely.

Fengyue was wearing a plain robe, covering her right eye with one hand, only looking at it with her blurred left eye, groping, wandering back and forth in Fengyue Pavilion.

Yuan Ye came very early and didn't speak, just stood silently against the wall, watching Fengyue groping and stumbling in the room like a blind man.

Yuan Ye is no longer young, he is nearly sixty years old, even a person with high martial arts skills is old, his sideburns are almost completely white, his face is covered with scars, and a pair of cloudy eyes look at Fengyue, There have been many dim and unclear things flickering in it, there are possessions, there are

Crazy, and love mixed with hate.

Fengyue got nervous enough, put down her hands, opened her eyes to look at Yuan Ye.

"When you die, I'll go find An."

Yuan Ye laughed hoarsely, Fengyue said this sentence many times, at first he felt angry, pressed him under him and tortured him fiercely, the more times, he became invulnerable.

"I'll take you with me." Yuan Ye said sadly, how could he let him go?

After hearing this, Fengyue just looked at him blankly. When Yuan Ye was young, he made too many enemies and suffered a lot of hidden injuries. Now that he is old, all of them have been revealed bit by bit. He knows that Yuan Ye is now at the end of his strength and cannot survive. It's winter this year.

"My stuff, even in hell, it's still mine." Yuan Ye smiled maliciously at Fengyue, and started to cough with a smile. The coughing became more and more severe, and she couldn't stop, heart-piercing, Fengyue stood far away He looked at him coughing, with joy in his eyes.

It wasn't until Yuan Ye coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood that he gradually stopped.

He stopped and smiled at Fengyue, with a mouth full of blood foam, looking at Fengyue with eyes wishing to eat him.

Fengyue is not afraid of him either. Over the past ten years, many things in him have been worn away, including hostility and fear of Yuan Ye.

When the winter plums in the Moon Worship Sect were blooming one after another, and the clear plum fragrance was wafting around, Yuan Ye did not survive the New Year's Eve after all, and died of illness in bed.

Before he died, he had been holding Fengyue's hand tightly, his cloudy eyes were staring viciously at his young face, he was already going to hell, and his life had just begun.He grabbed his hand, finally let go, and closed his eyes.Those hands that once galloped through the rivers and lakes and were stained with the blood of countless people finally fell down.

He is old and soft-hearted.After all, he was reluctant to take Fengyue, who was still so young, away. He had arranged everything for him. As long as he behaved peacefully, his life would be smooth and smooth.

When he closed his eyes, he saw the teenage Fengyue sitting on the bed and smiling at him.

"Master, are you willing to protect Fengyue?"

As soon as Yuan Ye died, Fengyue immediately ordered people to throw Yuan Ye's body at the mass grave. Since he picked it up there, he should send it back there.

The Moon Worship Sect finally became his own Moon Worship Sect.

Bamboo Valley is the valley where the dark people settled down ten years ago.Now the valley is full of green bamboos, which are evergreen all the year round.

Over the past few years, Zhugu has taken in many people, including displaced refugees, orphans whose parents died at the hands of bandits, or anonymous knights.As long as you don't do evil and don't reveal the existence of Zhugu to the outside world, no one will drive you away.

In the first two years, there were a few who were not righteous, and in the end, without exception, they all died outside.If you want a quiet and ordinary life, then Bamboo Valley is your best destination. If you have evil thoughts in your heart, Bamboo Valley will be your burial place.

Bamboo Valley has a valley owner and two deputy valley owners.The owner of the valley seldom shows up, and the two deputy owners of the valley, one is very wise and the other is a fool.Of course, anyone who dares to speak disrespectfully to the deputy valley owner will end badly.

The owner of the valley is very majestic and indifferent, and the number of appearances can be counted on the fingers. Every time he shows up, there will always be a beauty in red by his side, but no one dares to ask who that beauty is.

Today, Bamboo Valley welcomed a guest.

During the festival, Bamboo Valley changed from the tranquility of the past and became very lively.

Fengyue wore a sable fur cloak, followed behind the young boy who led the way, and looked around calmly. Is this the place where he has lived in secret for ten years?

The young boy who led the way looked like a teenager. He had been in this bamboo valley since he was very young, but he didn't know Fengyue.

Finally, when he arrived at the place, the young boy said before leaving: "My guest, you are so beautiful. Are you a friend of our valley owner?"

Fengyue raised her hand and touched her face, "It's a friend."

The little boy didn't care about his answer, and left with a smile, leaving Fengyue standing hesitantly outside the elegant attic.

He actually didn't think it would be so easy to come in, but now he is standing outside the door that is only separated from An Yin.

Fengyue took a breath of the cool winter air, and pushed open the door in front of her.

The inside of the attic is different from the simple and elegant outside, it is very festively decorated, with a table of sumptuous meals in the middle, and Bi Luo and Qing Mo sitting beside the table.

Qingmo held Biluo's hand, staring at the food in front of her with a pair of eyes, Biluo smiled and nodded Qingmo's nose, "Wait a little longer, eat when everyone is ready." Qingmo didn't feel in a hurry He wrinkled his nose and stayed obediently.

Only then did Bi Luo look at Fengyue, not surprised at his arrival, her eyes were calm and emotionless, she just pointed to the seat by the table and said, "Sit."

Fengyue walked slowly to the table and sat down, looking around, Biluo seemed to know what he was thinking, and said coldly: "There is something dark, I will come in a while."

Sure enough, in less time than a cup of tea, An An took Zhu Chang's hand and walked over.Zhu Xuan followed behind An and yawned straight away. Halfway through the yawn, she saw Fengyue sitting by the table, her face darkened, but she didn't say anything.

Secretly helped Zhutong open the seat, helped him to sit down, and nodded to Biluo, "Sorry, he won't get up."

Zhu Xun cast a sideways glance, it wasn't because he was tossing so late yesterday that he couldn't get out of bed.

Since Zhuxun appeared, Fengyue has been staring at Zhuxun, her hands are clenched under the table, trembling with force.

who is thisWhy does it appear beside the dark side?Why doesn't he know anything?

Fengyue forced herself to be calm, with a forced smile on the corner of her mouth, "Dark, who is this?"

Hearing his question, Zhuzhen smiled inexplicably, put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned his head and looked at An to see how he would answer.

He secretly saw him put down his chopsticks, touched his head, and picked up a few chopsticks lettuce for him, "This is, my wife."

Zhuzhen's eyes followed An's hand moving back and forth in front of him, and when he heard An's answer, he bit An's hand, and ground his teeth in the tiger's mouth, leaving a tooth mark before letting go.lady?It's obviously my husband!

An was bitten by him suddenly, and he didn't move. When he gritted his teeth enough and opened his mouth, he continued to pick up vegetables for him.

Fengyue's eyes turned red when she looked at it. He always thought that what he couldn't get, others couldn't get it. He was always pure-hearted and ascetic. I didn't see anyone he got close to. When did this person appear?When did they become, this relationship?

Fengyue opened and closed her lips, and finally said only one sentence: "Brother An, I see that your bamboo valley is very beautiful, can I stay here for a while?"

He secretly replied, "Anything you want."

Hearing this, Zhu Xuan paused for a moment, and Bi Luo also glanced dissatisfiedly, what did he mean by this?

He stroked Zhu's head soothingly, and stopped answering.

On New Year's Eve, Fengyue lived in Zhugu.The location is not close to the dark people, but it can't stop his footsteps.

Biluo was quite silent about this, and questioned An while there was no one around.

"Dark, what do you mean?"

"He won't live long." An said flatly.

"You want to kill him?" Bi Luo wondered.

"I don't need to do it." An An's fingers lightly clasped the table, since Fengyue moved in, Zhu Xiao didn't say anything, he must be angry in his heart, thinking of his awkward little appearance, An An unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Is there someone else who wants his life?" Bi Luo frowned. They were the ones who wanted Feng Yue's life the most, but after ten years passed, everything faded away. For those persistent hatreds, now, he just wants to study medical skills hard and live an ordinary life with Qingmo, maybe one day, he will cure Qingmo.

"Yuan Ye." Darkly pointed out a name.

Bi Luo frowned even tighter, "Yuan Ye is dead."

"I understand Yuan Ye." After An An finished speaking, he stopped talking, looked at the sun, and it was time to wake Zhu Zhang up.

During the few days that Fengyue lived in Zhugu, she ran to the dark place every day, but she never saw anyone.

On this day, the old slave in the church came over, knelt down in front of Fengyue with a low eyebrow, and asked him to return to the church to take charge of the overall situation.

"I won't go back." Fengyue frowned, now that Yuanye is dead, no one from the Moon Worship Sect dares to fight against him, so naturally there will be no major incidents.

The old slave knelt down for a while, seeing that Fengyue really refused to go to Islam with him, he withdrew.

On this day, Fengyue still ran to An's residence, but she didn't see An, but unexpectedly saw the bamboo shovel that was alone.

I saw him leaning on a straight green bamboo, tilting his head slightly, squinting his eyes to look at the warm winter sun, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the bamboo.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhu Zhang looked over, his eyes could not be described as disgusted, but they were not gentle, as if looking at a dead thing.

"Are you waiting for me?" Fengyue put on a serious face, no longer smiling in front of An Yin.

"Let's go." Bamboo said lightly.

"Leaving Bamboo Valley, maybe you can live your life in a normal way."

Fengyue clenched her hands covered in her long sleeves, "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, just tell the truth." Zhu Jiao stretched out his hand and touched the cold and smooth bamboo body of the emerald green bamboo. This bamboo looks the same all year round, emerald green and straight.

Zhu Xi caressed the bamboo body, and his thoughts drifted a little. When the moon was full of frost, he even hugged him.

"I don't like bamboo." Fengyue suddenly said, interrupting Zhu's thoughts.

"Bamboo is easier to break than steel." Fengyue added another sentence when he saw him looking at herself.

Zhu Xi glanced at him indifferently, twitched the corner of her mouth, threw him four words, and then left without looking back.

"Never give up."

Fengyue clenched her lower lip, and her fine white teeth broke her lower lip. Seeing blood, he suddenly licked the blood on his lips.

Fengyue lived in the valley for a month, not being able to see the darkness made him feel anxious, as unbearable as being burned by charcoal fire.For some reason, the old slave always came to urge him to go to Islam. After he reprimanded him a few times, the old slave stopped coming.

This day, Fengyue's face was full of joy, she sat in the room and took care of herself carefully before opening the door to welcome her out, An unexpectedly came to see him on her own initiative.

In the courtyard corridor in the valley, there are stoves burning around, and there are warm wine jugs on the stone table.

An and Fengyue sat opposite each other without speaking.Anan personally poured a glass of wine for Fengyue, and Fengyue drank it happily.

"Brother An, will you forgive me?"

"Brother An, Fengyue knows it's wrong, can you forgive me?"

An never spoke or drank, since he poured a glass of wine for Fengyue, he just sat there silently, looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside, as if he was listening to Fengyue's words, but he didn't seem to listen.

Fengyue didn't care, she was willing to take the initiative to come to see him, and he was already so happy that he couldn't control himself, talking funny things on his own, and from time to time he told some funny things about his childhood.

Until the sun gradually slanted, Fengyue seemed to be sleepy, or she seemed to be drunk from too much wine, and she fell down by the table and did not move.

A hunchbacked old slave came on the snow, picked up Fengyue's limp body, nodded slightly at An An, and left without looking back.

An You sat for a while by himself, then stood up, poured out the rest of the wine, smashed the flagon, turned around to face Feixue and walked towards his and Zhuzhang's room.

He knew Yuan Ye as well as he knew himself.He is very similar to Yuan Ye in some places.

For ten years, Zhu Chong's face has not changed at all, and there is already a slight fine line between his brows, which cannot be noticed when he is not frowning.

Seeing the lights in the house from afar, his dark eyes gradually warmed up.

Zhu Xun propped his cheeks boredly and fiddled with the chopsticks on the table. When he saw the darkness coming in, he raised his slender eyebrows, "Do you still know how to come back?"

Secretly stroking the back of Zhu's neck in a fawning manner, sitting beside Zhu's side, pouring tea for Zhu's bok choy.

Only then did Zhuxie start to eat, although he was furious, he still did not forget to feed Anan a mouthful from time to time.An An's big hand kept kneading the back of Zhu's neck, and the slender neck was so fragile that it could be broken easily.

Zhu Chang didn't feel anything, eating and drinking was very happy.

Fengyue opened her eyes again, and found herself lying on a bitingly cold ice bed, unable to move her whole body, only her eyes could move.

Fengyue's whole body was stinging from the cold, and a fine layer of frost gradually formed on her eyelashes.

There was a creaking sound, and a stooped old slave pushed the ice coffin in. After stopping, he leaned over and carefully carried the person in the ice coffin out to Fengyue.The man was frozen all over, covered with frost, obviously a dead man.When Fengyue saw it clearly, her eyes widened in disbelief. The old slave was the servant who had been in the church for decades, and the one who frequently went to Zhugu to invite him to teach.And the corpse he put next to him was Yuan Ye who should have been thrown in the mass grave by him.

Fengyue couldn't speak or move, only a pair of eyeballs rolled around, terrified.

The old slave carefully manipulated the postures of one person and one corpse, and finally looked at Fengyue whose eyeballs were spinning non-stop and sighed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"The old leader gave an order before he died. If you don't bother Na An anymore, he will promise you a life of worry-free life. If you are obsessed with obsession, then go down and be with him."

"This old slave has stayed here for decades at the Moon Worship Sect, and has served two masters. This old slave couldn't bear it. I have also given you several chances, but you are stubborn. No wonder this old slave."

Fengyue's eyes blinked wildly, and the teardrops continued to slide down from the eyes, and after a while, they formed ice balls.

"Now, you can stay with the old leader, hey." The old slave left a sigh and walked out slowly.As he left, the last ray of light in the ice room was also taken away, and it fell into infinite darkness.

Fengyue was lying on the biting ice, beside the frozen corpse, he shed tears silently, until the end his eyes seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

He thought of the glass of wine An An poured for him, of their childhood, of the roast chicken that Biluo stole from him, and thought a lot, and finally his brain seemed to be frozen. At the last moment of his consciousness, he thought of, Why, he doesn't understand.

He doesn't understand!

In a dark ice room, there were two corpses lying quietly, one was old and ugly, with eyes closed and a hideous expression.One is young and beautiful, with eyes open and a sad expression on his face.

Fengyue disappeared from Zhugu, and no one asked about his whereabouts.

Five years later, Biluo fed Qingmo his newly developed decoction, and then waited quietly. One day passed, and Qingmo was still in a daze.Biluo was disappointed, but immediately threw himself into a new round of research. Over the years, he was disappointed too many times, but he never gave up once.

On the second day, early in the morning, Bi Luo had been studying in the pharmacy all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't take it seriously when he heard the creak of the door being opened, maybe he was a young disciple who came to clean it.

"blue sky."

Bi Luo, who was writing vigorously with a brush, trembled his wrist, and a drop of ink hit the rice paper, smudged, and he looked over in disbelief.

Qing Mo leaned against the door, with the scorching sun of early spring behind him, with an elegant smile on his lips, his eyes fell on Bi Luo.

The pen in Bi Luo's hand finally hit the table, splashing ink ideas all over his body.

His tone was trembling, he couldn't believe it, "Qing, Qingmo, are you alright?"

Qing Mo walked over a few steps, tightly holding Bi Luo's ink-stained hands.

"Awaited."

It's been 15 years since they came to Zhugu, and Qingmo has returned to normal.

After another five years, the difference between Zhulong and the others was finally clearly revealed.

In the past 20 years, several people have begun to look old, but Zhu is still the same, young and handsome, without a single wrinkle on his face.

There are rumors in the valley that Mr. Zhu, who often follows the valley owner, is actually a fairy from the sky, who came down to stay with the valley owner.

The gaze secretly looking at Zhulong became more and more crazy, and the persistence in the eyes could not be concealed, and his face was gloomy all day long.

Zhu Xi knew what he was worried about, and always told him over and over again, "I will never leave you, never will."

Whenever Zhu Xun said this, An would feel better, he knew that he was selfish and let the eternally young Zhu Xun accompany him as an aging person, but how could he, how would he, let go of his hands.

Another 20 years later, Bi Luo fell asleep on the night of New Year's Eve, and the next day, Qing Mo explained some things as usual, and then lay beside Bi Luo and closed his eyes together.

Zhuzhen supported An, who was already rickety and unsteady, and offered incense to Biluo and Qingmo.

An was already old, he stroked Zhu Xie's smooth and delicate cheeks with his dry and wrinkled hands, and Zhu Xi rubbed against his hand clingingly.

"I'm dead, you want to die with me." Darkly caressed Zhu's cheek, his cloudy old eyes flashed with crazy obsession, how could he let Zhu's stay in a world without him?

Zhu Xun squinted his eyes and hugged the dark, old and crooked back, and said softly, "Okay."

An Yin pulled out a contented smile and hugged his still young lover back.

A few years after Biluo Qingmo left, An finally couldn't take it anymore, and when he was about to swallow his last breath, An tightly grasped Zhu's wrist.

"You promised me, stay with me!"

"it is good."

In the early morning of the second day, when the young disciples came to clean up the house, they found that their valley owner was already lying on the bed and breathless, but he was holding a rusty black knife tightly in his hand, which he couldn't break open no matter how hard he tried.

Later, the black knife was buried with the owner of the valley and buried in the ground forever.

The younger disciples found that since the old valley owner passed away, the mysterious Mr. Zhu who always followed the valley owner had never appeared again.

The older disciple sighed leisurely.

"Maybe, let's go with the valley owner."