ten steps one kill

Soon he realized that it was a woman's voice, a dying woman's pain and powerlessness.

Fang Wuxiang really couldn't imagine how desperate a person would make such a shrill voice.

The shadow of a car in the forest swayed, only a yard away from him.

He waited in amazement, however, after the mournful sound fell, there was no second sound, replaced by the sound of birds flapping their wings.Like a feathered arrow, it tore through his eardrum and pierced straight into his heart.

If it weren't for the hesitation just now, he should be in the dense forest at this moment.

If he had arrived one step earlier, he might have been able to stop the scream and save the woman.

The bright red curtain trembled in the darkness, something even more red splashed on it, and soon disappeared, like water dripping from a glass box into a crevice in the stone.

"It's still a step too late..." He heard Yuan Bao's whisper.

What is one step late?

He stood there blankly, with a ignorant look on his face, and his mind was blank.

The Gu worms in the glazed box were already dead, and the beautiful but frail corpses were displayed on the stones, waiting to be scorched by the sun or crushed into ashes by the ruts.

There was a rush of footsteps along the Huichuan River.

It was the first and eighth day of the lunar new year, and a figure emerged from the darkness, slamming into Fang Wuxiang's eyes at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Wuxiang was still on the spot, motionless, as if in a dream, the Chu family brothers who were not far away seemed to have turned into two shadows of wandering dragons, separated from him by two distant worlds.

It wasn't until his shoulders were grabbed and shaken by someone that Fang Wuxiang heard a vague voice from the opposite side: "...Where is the person?"

Fang Wuxiang still couldn't answer, but Yuan Bao who was behind him slightly raised his hand and pointed towards the direction of the forest with difficulty.

On the first day of the lunar new year, following the direction pointed by Yuan Bao, he saw the carriage hidden deep in the dense forest, and the veins on his face suddenly popped up, as if his whole body was burning and rushed towards the forest.

Chu Ba followed closely behind him, and when passing by Fang Wuxiang, he cast a glance at him.

The flashing eyes were filled with shock and resentment.

Soon, there was the sound of a sharp knife unsheathed in the woods.It is the male and female twin swords of the first day and the eighth day of the junior high school. The first day of the new year leaps high with a long sword, slashing at the thick and gorgeous car hood.

After a bang, the horse raised its hooves, threw off the rein, and ran away into the depths of the dense forest.The car body left in place by it tilted, the wheels fell down, and half of the carriage sank into the swamp, splashing a cloud of mud.

Behind the shaking curtains flashed two figures, one tall and one short.

But their actions were far from harmonious. The short man's moves were extremely fierce. Taking advantage of his small size, he either choked his throat or hit his knees to kill him. It was not like a child at all.And the tall man is holding an extremely thin and thin sword, with no sharp edge, only sparkling light, moving like a ghost, unpredictable and unpredictable.

One can tell at a glance that these two are by no means ordinary father and son, but a pair of extremely difficult opponents.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he attacked fiercely with his sword and went deep into the forest to fight with the two. Fang Wuxiang watched his figure shuttle in the shadow of swords, lights and swords, and within a short time, he had already dismantled dozens of back and forth.

Silver flowers danced in the dark dense forest, and the battle situation was more blurred than the darkness. Fang Wuxiang couldn't even see clearly, but saw the thin blade in the tall man's hand across the stacked branches, hooking the green leaves covered with rainwater from the branches.

Hundreds of thousands of leaves die generously at the same time, whirling and whirling, and a heavy rain falls in the forest. The rain mixes with the churning mud on the ground, briefly blocking his vision.

After the heavy rain, the two figures, one tall and one short, had escaped into the dense forest.

The crows and sparrows in the forest have already vacated, leaving a lifeless silence, the darkness is impenetrable, like a bottomless hole, trying to suck all the light in the world into it, shattering it to pieces and breaking it into shapeless.

Putting his left hand on his cheek in the first day of junior high school, he slowly raised his head.

On his residual eye, there was a new scar, long and deep, which re-cut the deformed sarcoma, making it even more hideous.And the flames that flowed from the broken eye—the blazing anger—both spurted out from the other eye.

The moment Fang Wuxiang met his eyes, Fang Wuxiang finally woke up from the long dream, as if crawling out of a bottomless pool, with biting cold water hanging all over his body.

The eighth day was not far from the first day of the new year, and the saber in his hand had been cut in two. He threw away the broken sword and walked quickly to the carriage.

The carriage had been torn apart in the fierce battle just now, the horses had already fled in fright, the shaft of the carriage was cut off, the wheels were overturned, and the hood of the carriage was split in half.At this moment it is no longer a carriage, but a red box.

Chu Ba opened the door of the box, tore off the curtain that was in the way, a pool of blood jumped into his eyes, and a figure appeared on the seat submerged in the pool of blood.

a corpse.

The abdomen of the corpse was dissected, and due to the turbulence just now, the organs flowed everywhere, painting the interior of the car bright red, and an shapeless thing collapsed in the corner, its limbs twisted like a broken puppet generally.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Fang Wuxiang would never have believed that this hideous foreign body was originally an unborn baby.

The curtain was only opened for a moment, and then Chu Ba put it back again.

However, this scene has been deeply nailed into Fang Wuxiang's mind, like a cold and sharp awl, cutting a gap in his world, smashing all his life in the past 20 years, like smashing Sheng It's as easy as a glazed box that holds Gu worms.

Once broken, it can never be restored.

Fang Wuxiang stood among the debris all over the floor with a blank expression.

Yuan Bao was not far behind him, leaning against the rock without saying a word.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he slowly bent down and picked up the sword at his feet again.Then, he walked towards Yuan Bao with heavy steps.

He stood in front of Yuan Bao, didn't speak, just lifted the sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Yuan Bao's nose.

His eyes were sharper and colder than a sword.

Yuan Bao was still sitting paralyzed on the muddy ground, half of his body was soaked in blood, unable to move, he could only raise his eyes with difficulty.

Fang Wuxiang turned his head, and he suddenly noticed that Yuan Bao's figure was a little strange. Yuan Bao was thinner than he remembered, sitting on the ground slumped, his neck hanging low, revealing the clear joints at the back of the neck, and the messy hair running along the joints. The side was draped over the shoulders, and half of it was almost stained red with blood. His hands were spread out in front of his knees, and the fingertips were slightly bent, revealing the whitish joints.

For some reason, the slight movement of the ten pale fingers overlapped with the Gu worm's feet, making Fang Wuxiang feel frightened, and he didn't have the courage to look carefully at the wound on Yuan Bao's body.

At this moment, Yuan Bao raised his head slowly, opened his eyelids, and looked around through his messy temple hair.

The tip of Chuyi's sword was already approaching the tip of his nose, his expression froze, obvious fear flashed in his eyes, his legs kicked, and his body kept leaning against the rock behind him, as if there was still a way to retreat behind him.After realizing that his efforts were futile, he shook his head, and his erratic eyes finally fell on Fang Wuxiang's face.

The bloodshot eyes widened suddenly, and then they were firmly locked on Fang Wuxiang's body and did not move.

It was a look in despair asking for help.

Fang Wuxiang met Yuan Bao's gaze, as if he was tightly caught by a net. A moment ago, he was indulging in a dream, but he could not see it. Now that he woke up, he could no longer find an excuse to continue escaping. .

He opened his arms almost instinctively to block Yuan Bao.

Chu Yi looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way."

He shook his head: "Yuan Bao has been injured, you can't hurt him anymore."

"Injured?" Chu Yi sneered, "Look for yourself, the injuries on his body are the evidence."

Fang Wuxiang forced himself to turn his head back, concentrating on the wound on Yuan Bao's body.

The wounds were concentrated near the upper arm, long and narrow but not deep. Although there was a lot of blood, most of them were skin trauma and not as serious as it looked.The strange thing is that the edges of the scars are extremely neat and slightly rolled out, which can only be cut with a fast and thin fierce blade.

The tall man who fled happened to be holding such a thin blade in his hand.

Chuyi said coldly: "He betrayed us, you can't see it, can you?"

Yuan Bao said: "I didn't say, I really didn't say..."

"My wife and children are dead, but you are still alive and well, how do you want me to believe you!"

The voice of the first day of the new year was not loud, but full of resentment and anger, shaking in depression, like a rock fire rising from the ground, before it burst out, it all poured into Fang Wuxiang's ears, causing the latter's eyes to twitch Bai, there was a buzzing in his ears.

The five thunderbolts are nothing more than that.

During the stalemate between the two sides, people arrived one after another. They were the companions in the pavilion just now. Their pace was slow and they missed the fierce battle just now. Seeing the ashen face of the Chu family brothers, no one dared to make a sound, they just surrounded in silence. Beside.Looking at the furious face of his leader.

Chu Yi was silent in anger, and Chu Ba interrogated for him: "We only met you face to face, how could we find our hiding place with those two people alone?"

Yuan Bao shook his head again and again: "...they...they tortured me, but I didn't tell them, I really didn't tell them..."

"Only you saw where we ended up, and you were with them all the way."

"I passed out later, they found it by themselves... You, even if you are asking for your life, you should ask them for it!"

Hearing Yuan Bao's accusation, Chu Yi took a sudden step forward and said, "Nonsense! Of course I want to find them, but I'll be the first one to find you!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his sword again, and the aggressive sword light had reached Yuan Bao's eyes.

Yuan Bao kicked his legs and retreated, but there was nowhere to retreat behind him. His eyes wandered around in a panic, and slammed into Wuxiang's face above him, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and begged: "Brother Fang, really! It’s not me, even though I’m a trash, I won’t intentionally harm anyone…”

Fang Wuxiang met his gaze, seeing the helpless eyes behind those messy hair, he felt a tightness in his chest and a sharp throbbing pain in his heart, as if he had been cut by a blunt knife.

He killed the Gu insect, but failed to save the woman and fetus.He heard their dying struggles, but because of his cowardice and hesitation, he let them die in pain.

These three lives have become his evil obstacles, his sin karma.

He moved a step, stood in front of Chu Yi, and said word by word: "Yuan Bao didn't tell the truth, you shouldn't seek revenge on him."

The corner of Chuyi's mouth twitched, and he said coldly: "You have only known this guy for a few hours, why do you believe him?"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No reason, but I am willing to believe him."

"Aren't you afraid of making a mistake and leading yourself into a pit of fire?"

"If I believe it wrong, it's my own fault. It's not his fault. I have no regrets."

Fang Wuxiang's tone suddenly became resolute and determined, compared with the hesitant tone just now, it seemed like a different person.

When he said these words, he felt a long-lost relaxation and joy in his heart.

He thought he would never change, until the moment of change came suddenly in his life.

A lucky person will never encounter such a moment in his life, but if he does, he will cut off part of himself from his life and throw him into the abyss without leaving even a shadow.

This kind of parting is far more painful and far-reaching than losing an arm or a leg.

Fang Wuxiang suddenly realized at this moment why the clay Bodhisattva still had a smile on his face when he was washed away by the river.

The smile shone into his heart, which made him feel an unprecedented peace.

Chu Yi stared at Fang Wuxiang's face, as if staring at a completely unfamiliar face. He couldn't see the person's deep thoughts, but saw a sudden look of relief flashing across this face, which set his heart on fire. His anger intensified even more violently.

However, the burning flames in his meridians reminded him that he was easily injured internally by this person, and he was once defeated by this person.

His face was almost disfigured, and he said in a sharp voice: "Yes, you are strong in martial arts, and you are selfless, but why didn't you just take action and watch them die?"

Fang Wuxiang moved his lips, but he didn't make a sound. He hesitated at that moment, he really missed the chance to save people.When he thought it was a prophecy, he was speechless.

Chu Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "I think you don't want to save people at all, you just want to see us brothers make a fool of yourself in front of you, and make our defeated opponent even uglier."

Fang Wuxiang was almost ignited by the hatred at the first glance. Before this, he had never been hated so much, let alone received such blatant hostility. Standing, protecting Yuan Bao behind his back.

Behind him is the only person he can protect.

Seeing him silent on the first day of the first lunar month, he continued, "In your noble eyes, we scumbags are not worth saving. But I'm not stupid, and I won't let you see jokes again," he said, shaking his long sword , pointing at the tip of Yuan Bao's nose, "This fellow killed my wife and children, I will not avenge this revenge, I swear I will not be a human being, unless you beat me to death today, I will definitely take his dog's life."

"Wait a minute," Fang Wuxiang pressed his hand, "Yuan Bao just wants to survive, but I have seized his way to survive, making him desperate..."

A hint of confusion flashed across Chuyi's face, but Fang Wuxiang immediately said: "Anyway, if you want to take your life, take it from me."

Chuyi turned his angry eyes to him, and the hand holding the sword trembled.Seeing this, Chu Ba drew out his dagger and said, "Our brothers are not so easy to bully!"

Fang Wuxiang had been stabbed by his eyes enough times, he didn't know where a surge of energy came from, he suddenly exerted force, his five fingers clasped Chu Ba's wrist, aroused a burst of internal energy, relieved the opponent's strength, and took advantage of the situation The dagger snatched into his hand.

"What are you doing?!" Chu Ba exclaimed, with fear flashing across his face.

However, before Chu Ba had time to dodge, Fang Wuxiang turned the dagger half a circle, held the hilt upside down, and pointed the sharp edge at himself.

None of the people around him expected his actions, and they all showed surprise.

Even Chuyi opened his eyes wide in anger.

Fang Wuxiang's heart was surprisingly calm.

He once told Yuan Bao that he wanted to overcome the sins of the dead.

Now, the soul-stirring weapon that cuts bones and cuts out flesh is in his hands.

He raised his arms high, and then dropped them heavily.

In the dead silence, only Yuan Bao, who was protected by him behind him, exclaimed in surprise: "Stop—"

Before he finished speaking, the short sword had already been inserted into his own shoulder.

The sound of sharp blades tearing flesh was clear and dull.

Due to years of palm practice, his shoulders and back are wider than ordinary people, but his muscles are tight, and Kong Wu is still dexterous.Although he looks unassuming, he is extremely calm, and no one can easily hurt him.

except himself.

Although he hurt himself, his expression was still the same as before, he just pursed his lips slightly, frowned and endured for a moment, then drove the pain out from between his brows and eyes, leaving only a candid and magnanimous expression.It seemed that what the sharp blade pierced was not his flesh and blood, but the dirt and demons lingering in the world.

The soles of his feet trembled, then he raised his head and said loudly: "What I said is the truth, I am willing to pay for Yuan Bao's life."

Even the first day of the first day of the junior high school suppressed his aggressive arrogance and looked at him without saying a word.

After a long silence that was almost tormented, Chu Yi finally put his sword back into its sheath.

Fang Wuxiang heaved a sigh of relief, pulled out the dagger that had sunk into his shoulder, wrapped it in warm blood, and threw it back into Chu Ba's hand.

Chu Ba was stunned for a moment, took it instinctively, glanced at the blood on the sword, and looked at Fang Wuxiang again.

Fresh blood gushed out from Fang Wuxiang's shoulder, and the blood flowed like a gush, dyeing half of his blue shirt bright red.

There is probably no other person in the world who is so stupid and stubborn.

Chu Yi stared at him for a long time, finally closed his eyes, turned to his younger brother and said, "Forget it, let's go."

Chu Ba followed suit step by step, as if he hadn't woken up from the shock yet, his expression was like sleepwalking.

Fang Wuxiang watched the backs of Chu's brothers leave, and surrounded by everyone, went deep into the forest, took the dead body out of the broken carriage, and wrapped it in a curtain.

Under the command of the two brothers, a group of people hurriedly dug a long and narrow hole in the ground, just enough to put the corpse in it.

After the rain, the soil is moist and loose, easy to dig and bury. In a blink of an eye, the hole where the corpse was buried was filled up and covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves, making it the same as before, just like this brand new tomb. It was as if it had never existed—even though they had uttered such tragic wailing and complaints just now.

The world is vast, the world is eternal, no matter how great the pain is, it doesn't last for a moment, and then disappears in the depths of the deserted tomb, and no one cares about it ever since.

The night is coming to an end.

After the Chu family brothers buried the dead, they walked deeper into the forest. The figure was quickly submerged by the dense forest and could no longer be seen.

Fang Wuxiang did not chase after him.

He has no strength to chase anymore, his teeth are chattering.For that stab just now, he used [-] percent of his strength, and he regarded himself as a strong enemy, without any hesitation, let alone showing any sympathy.At this moment, the wound was piercingly painful, constantly sucking his strength.

But his heart was unusually peaceful.

He rescued Yuan Bao, avoided a massacre, and solved an unsolvable deadlock. He even felt lucky and secretly happy. It turned out that only when there was no other choice, would people see the path from the past. The road untouched.

He staggered a few steps, walked to the edge of the rock where Yuan Bao lived, and sat down against Yuan Bao's shoulder.

Two people, one strong and one thin, sat side by side.

The two faces, one sad and one happy, met each other.

With a bit of relief on Fang Wuxiang's face, he turned his head to Yuan Bao and said, "I'm the same as you now."

They originally came from very different backgrounds, and their appearances were also very different, but now their injuries are in the same embarrassment, half of their bodies are covered in blood, and their faces are unreasonably pale.

There is another person in the world who is in the same boat as him, somehow, this incident is like a great reward, soothing Fang Wuxiang's mind.

Yuan Bao's face was full of timidity, and he said tremblingly, "You...why did you come back?"

Fang Wuxiang's heart shuddered at his expression, he wanted to comfort him instinctively, but he didn't know where to start, his arm hung in the air for a while, and finally landed gently on his cheek, two fingers brushed the side jaw, The movement is careful, as light as a feather.

"I'm not leaving. I won't leave you behind. I promised to protect you."

Yuan Bao was startled when he heard the other party's words, then quickly shook his head and flinched back.

Fang Wuxiang didn't know why he was timid, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Bao said: "You shouldn't have come back... What you said on the first day of the junior high school is correct, you don't understand me at all."

Fang Wuxiang blinked and said: "It's not difficult, as long as you tell me, I will understand you."

Yuan Bao met his gaze, but quickly avoided it: "It's too late for you to understand me now..."

Fang Wuxiang suddenly thought of the woman's mournful cry just now, his whole body shivered, and he immediately argued: "You are right in front of my eyes, how could it be too late."

Yuan Bao's eyes drifted, he took a deep breath, and finally said in a low voice: "...I may not survive seven days, and I am also one of the pardoned death row prisoners. I am not worthy of your rescue, I..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, unlike last time, this time he didn't even have the strength to escape.He just lowered his head, not daring to meet Fang Wuxiang's eyes.

Fang Wuxiang was silent for a moment, and then replied: "It's okay, there is no poison in the world that cannot be cured, I will find a way to save you."

Yuan Bao raised his head abruptly, his dead gray eyes lit up, and he cast questioning, inquiring, childlike undisguised eagerness on the other party: "Really...really?"

Fang Wuxiang couldn't help being startled.

The Gu worm died in his hands, and the woman could not be saved. At this moment, Yuan Bao's eyes were like life-saving straws, soothing his heart.

Regardless of the pain from the wound on his body, he moved his shoulders, leaned in front of Yuan Bao, raised his other hand, wrapped it around the other's shoulder, and said in the most gentle tone: "Really."

Yuan Bao was held in his arms, but he didn't dare to react at all. He just kept a stiff posture and said in a low voice: "They cut my flesh and wanted to bleed me. I passed out, but I really didn't Said, I did not betray others..."

"I know."

"I don't want to die...Brother Fang, your martial arts are so powerful and you are such a good person. I will definitely not die if I follow you, right..."

It was the first time in Fang Wuxiang's life that someone called him big brother. On the arms and shoulders of the two who were carefully fitted to each other, it seemed that an invisible thread was born, tying their fate firmly together.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, I will definitely find a way to save you."

After hearing these words, Yuan Bao finally shed the last bit of strength and let himself collapse into Fang Wuxiang's arms.

Fang Wuxiang ignored the injury on his shoulder, tightened his arms, and held the person in his arms firmly.Yuan Bao's body was slender and weak, but it was extraordinarily warm, filling the part he had just gouged out with a sharp knife and thrown into the abyss.

Some completely strange feelings arose in his heart, like moss on the ice field, the soft and tender green sprouts slightly scratching the palm of his hand, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't hold it back, his heart was ups and downs in guilt , In the torment of pain, high-spirited pleasure is born.He thought hard in a panic, and vaguely remembered what the presiding abbot had mentioned.

He thought, so this is Fan Xin.

The bright mirror is not stained with dust, but the ordinary heart is born from the mud.

His body was soaked in mud, but his heart seemed to be floating in the clouds. As long as this warmth was still by his side, it didn't matter if he had nowhere to go.

His thinking didn't last long, because the person in his arms coughed and groaned in pain.

He looked down and saw that some of the wounds on Yuan Bao's body had scabbed, because they were soaked in mud, and dark purple pus oozed out from the surface. There was no way to clean it, let alone bandage it.He put his finger on Yuan Bao's forehead, frightened by the scalding temperature.Only then did he remember that Yuan Bao was not only injured, but also sick.

"Does it hurt?" He asked softly.

Yuan Bao leaned on his shoulder, moved slightly, his thin knuckles grabbed his forearm, and said: "I hurt so much, it hurts so much, my head is about to crack, and there seems to be bugs biting my body..." As he spoke, he burst into tears unexpectedly.

Fang Wuxiang raised one hand, and gently patted Yuan Bao's back: "Be patient, I'll find a way to heal your injury..."

He looked around, but he didn't know where his package had been discarded, and there were no usable tools at hand, and there was no shelter nearby.

There will be a way, there will be a way... He told himself over and over again, as he touched his waist back and forth with his free hand, he accidentally touched a strange utensil, exquisitely carved, with a hint of coolness on the surface.

It was a round jade pendant with hollowed-out carvings on the surface, and three thin gold-inlaid threads tied on the top. The complicated patterns were somewhat vulgar, which was in line with the preferences of the people in the market.

Fang Wuxiang didn't know how to judge the appearance and style of jade pendants. In his eyes, this small artifact was a life-saving straw and an opportunity to turn around a desperate situation. On the isolated island of Yingzhou at this moment, it was worth more than gold and silver. Be precious.

He patted Yuan Bao on the back, put his lips against Yuan Bao's ear, and said softly: "I have a solution, I will take you to Dongfeng Hall, there is a wide garden, there must be a place for you to live."

Yuan Bao lay on Fang Wuxiang's shoulder, already limp from crying, when he heard the word Dongfengtang, his shoulders stiffened immediately, he shook his head and resisted, "I won't go."

"Why not go?"

"Where is Dongfeng Hall? It's a place only nobles from famous families can go to. I don't dare to provoke people like me. If you know them, why don't you go by yourself, don't take me with you, I don't want to implicate you and be humiliated."

His voice was thinner than ordinary people, and it sounded close to Fang Wuxiang's ears, and it was also clearer than ordinary people's voice, with a certain unique quality, which was extremely vivid and vivid.

Fang Wuxiang said: "You worry too much, I don't know the nobles of Dongfengtang, but..." He took the jade pendant out of his waist pocket and pressed it into Yuanbao's palm.At the same time, he briefly told him about Qing Guangyadi's rescue of Miss Du Juan.

After Yuan Bao heard this, his face was full of astonishment: "You... you actually gave up the rope boat to someone else?"

"Yes," Fang Wuxiang nodded, "I hope she has safely crossed the strait and reached the other side."

Yuan Bao stared at the calm face just a few feet away, and said after a while: "Do you know that the rope boat is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so many people would fight for it, but you...you really... ..."

The meaning in his heart has been poured into his throat, but he can't find the appropriate words to describe it after searching his guts. Fang is so ignorant that he can't describe it with common sense.

In the end, he could only let out a series of long and short sighs instead.

Fang Wuxiang also took a deep breath, and then replied: "Actually, this is not a bad thing."

"Where is it a good thing?"

"Because... because I actually want to come back to you in my heart."

After saying this, he himself was also stunned, and his chest was once again clenched by the thought of shame, as if someone had pressed a heavy boulder on it.

In order to cover up, he propped himself up against the rock behind him.

Yuan Bao looked up at him and saw that the wound on his shoulder was deformed by his actions, and blood was still oozing from the edge, so he couldn't help biting his lips tightly and asked in a low voice: "...the wound on your shoulder is okay Is it?"

Fang Wuxiang glanced over his shoulder, as if he didn't see the gruesome injury at all, and just wrote lightly: "It's okay, it's just a simple trauma."

After finishing speaking, he held the sleeve that was scratched by the short blade with the other hand, pulled it hard, and tore off the whole piece of broken fabric, bit one end with his mouth, and continued to tear the other end between his fingers until it was flat. The sleeves were torn into strips of uneven width.In the end, he put the strip of cloth on his shoulder, just covering the wound, and wrapped it around the armpit a few times, and with the help of his teeth, he sealed it, pulled it tight, and wrapped it firmly.

After finishing all this, he moved his injured arm, turned his gaze to Yuan Bao, and said, "Okay, there will be no more bleeding."

Yuan Bao was dumbfounded, and he didn't come back to his senses until Fang Wuxiang spoke up, his eyes stopped on the latter's shoulder, and he murmured: "You are really powerful and strong, I probably won't be able to learn it in my lifetime... "

Fang Wuxiang comforted him and said: "Everyone has their own way of life, you don't have to learn from others," he turned his back, bowed in front of him, turned his head and said, "Come on, grab my shoulders , I'll carry you on my back."

Yuan Bao stayed where he was and didn't move: "...I have dragged you down, but I still want to be your burden. I don't even know how to repay you."

Fang Wuxiang pursed his lips, thinking seriously, but couldn't think of any beautiful words, so he could only simply answer: "You just need to live well."

Yuan Bao still had doubts in his eyes: "Are you really asking for nothing?"

Fang Wuxiang frowned, and a gloomy look appeared in his dark eyes: "The Buddha said, all living beings are equal, and all do good, but when I stepped into this Jianghu, I realized that the world is dominated by the strong everywhere, and the law of the jungle is everywhere. But I don't like this kind of world. There are more people than others, and there is more heaven beyond the sky. Is it necessary to fight until there is only one person left in the world? I hope that people in this world can live without hurting others, strong or weak, rich or Poverty can occupy a place, and there is no need to be ashamed."

It was the first time he confided his heart to others. These words did not even think deeply about himself. They just flowed from his heart into his throat naturally, and the moment he said them, he really condensed his appearance.

In the darkness, he caught a glimpse of a world that was shining with golden light like a dream. In that distant human world, scaled butterflies and goshawks soared in the sky, moss and flowers clustered into brocades, and the warm sun was shining everywhere. There are tens of millions of mansions in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the sea.

But the image in his eyes quickly faded, and was replaced by the dying Gu worms on the stone.

There was another throbbing pain in his chest, he couldn't help lowering his gaze, and said in a low voice, "But maybe this is my wishful thinking..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, a pair of warm arms and a steady weight.

Yuan Bao struggled to move his body, put his arms over his shoulders, wrapped them around his chest, put his lips next to his ear and said, "I want to live, I...I will try my best to live..."

His heartstrings vibrated violently, as if someone had opened a gap in the clouds for him, allowing the faint golden light to leak out. Although there were only a few wisps, as weak as the twilight of fireflies, in this endless night that seemed to never end, But it deeply soothed his soul.

The burning pain in the wound suddenly disappeared.

His strength was also about to run out, the only thing he could do was to firmly hold onto Yuan Bao's arm, carry the life on his back, and move forward with the weight on his shoulders.

The weight seemed to promise him that what he wanted was not false.

He took another look at the broken carriage and the barren mound, then turned and walked towards the Huichuan River.

The stream kept flowing, and the sound of the waterfall upstream was bursting. He had just walked a few steps when Yuan Bao hurriedly pressed against his ear and said, "Wait a minute, which way are you going to go?"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and said: "I remember that Dongfeng Hall is in the direction of the mountain."

Yuan Bao said: "It's true that it's going up the mountain, but don't forget, there is still a road going back to Sichuan right now."

"Indeed...is there a bridge ahead to cross the river?"

"do not you know?"

"do not know."

Yuan Bao was silent for a while, and said, "I thought you knew everything."

Fang Wuxiang smiled lightly and said, "Why, haven't I asked you for advice on many things?"

Yuan Bao was also stunned, less than one night had passed, the scene when the two met for the first time was like a dream in the previous life, elusive and hard to trace.He was silent for a while, and said: "The bridge is downstream, and there are some detours. Fortunately, I walked across it once. Please guide me."

Fang Wuxiang nodded and said, "Okay."

Yuan Bao leaned on Fang Wuxiang's back, raised a scarred arm, his pale fingertips acted as guideposts, stretched straight in the darkness.

Fang Wuxiang hunched over, stepping over the muddy loess and slippery gravel, his steps were slow but steady.

At the end of this long moonless night, two figures overlapped and crossed the desolate land.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yuan Bao whispered, "Finally, there is one thing I can help you with."

Fang Wuxiang paused, then nodded.

"Don't laugh at me." Yuan Bao continued, and after a while he said, "No, you should laugh at me..."

Fang Wuxiang didn't laugh at him, and didn't make a sound, just walked slowly, letting the hot tears drip on his shoulders.

Dongfengtang was founded less than 20 years ago, and it already has a prominent position in the Jianghu. Its status is not a result of accidental overnight, but the result of the painstaking management of the hall owner Song Yungui.

Song Yungui has half of his feet in the martial arts world and half of his feet in the business field.Dongfeng Hall has branch halls in the north and south, but it never distinguishes between primary and secondary. Each hall is hung with a gold-lettered plaque with three resounding characters.Wherever there are merchants, they cannot escape this shining light.

Song Yungui likes to be lively by nature, even in a secluded place like Yingzhou Island, he has to try his best to take advantage of it.The bustling streets on Yingzhou Island are concentrated in Yangliupo on the west side, and Dongfeng Hall is built at the end of Yangliupo. It winds up along the main street, and you can see the magnificent house in the distance, which is Song Yungui's property.

There are few fertile fields on the island, and every inch of land is expensive. The houses in the street market are built shorter and more crowded than those on the land. Only the gate of Dongfengtang is spacious and grand. There is even a large square in front of the gate for carriages, which is very grand.

Tonight, there were no carriages in the square, and the two huge copper doors faced an empty darkness, looking a little gloomy and desolate.

There were two guards standing by the gate, waiting for their shifts with tired faces. Today's market is in chaos, but here is the only place that is still calm. Occasionally, refugees try to approach Dongfeng Hall, but they are all slammed away by the guards.

Fang Wuxiang went forward with Yuanbao on his back.

Both were covered in blood, mud