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Half a month later, the group finally returned to Mount Zhongnan.

Qiu Chuji punished Zhao Zhijing to face the wall and think for a month, and then ordered Yin Zhiping to be the head teacher temporarily, and he went to retreat with Ma Yu and others to study innate skills, and the date of leaving the retreat is uncertain.

Zhu Qingyun is still doing everything as usual, doing morning and evening classes every day, doing exercises, and nothing else.

Very occasionally, he would think of Yang Guo, where he was and what he was doing.

But it doesn't stop there.

Time is like running water, flowing forward slowly but without stopping.

As mid-autumn arrives, the maple leaves on Zhongnan Mountain are sporadically turned red by the frost.

By August [-]th, the red leaves all over the mountain burned until half the sky was on fire, which was very magnificent.

After dinner, all the disciples gathered in the Sanqing Hall, which has a wide view and is the most suitable place for viewing the moon.

However, Zhu Qingyun strolled to the sword-testing cliff behind the Tianquan Hall, stood leaning on the railing in the sword-testing pavilion, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Does Chang'e really live in the Moon Palace?Did she ever feel lonely?Did she ever regret leaving behind her Houyi?

Yang Guo's smiling face was suddenly reflected in the bright moon, and Zhu Qingyun held the corner of his lips and said to the moon, "Guoer, how are you doing?"

Yang Guo's voice sounded next to my ear: "I'm not doing well at all, I miss you every day, almost going crazy."

Zhu Qingyun laughed at himself, "I actually had auditory hallucinations."

Yang Guo's voice sounded again: "Yun'er, have you ever thought about me?"

Zhu Qingyun lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and said shyly, "I also occasionally... think of you."

Yang Guo's voice moved from far to near, whispering in his ear: "That's enough, I'm enough."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Qingyun suddenly fell into a broad and warm embrace, with an arm across his chest, holding him tightly.

Actually...wasn't it a hallucination?

Zhu Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled slightly: "Guoer, is that you?"

"It's me." Yang Guo embraced him from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, rubbed his ears together, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your idiot is back."

Zhu Qingyun has warned himself thousands of times to stop thinking and focus on the Tao.

But at the moment when Yang Guo embraced him, thousands of times of decisions were thrown away, and the surge of emotion couldn't be expressed in words. I only felt that my heart was filled with some unknown emotion, It was sour and comfortable, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes.

Zhu Qingyun nestled in his arms, the two of them didn't speak any more, quietly feeling the joy of reunion after a long absence.

After gradually calming down, Zhu Qingyun turned around, wanting to see Yang Guo's face.

But at the first glance, he saw that Yang Guo's right sleeve was empty, fluttering with the mountain wind.

Zhu Qingyun shook his hand to hold his sleeve, but there was no arm inside. He was shocked and distressed, and asked in a trembling voice, "This...what's going on here? Where's your right arm?"

Yang Guo smiled slightly and said, "It was chopped off."

Finally, Zhu Qingyun couldn't help shedding tears, and said in a choked voice, "It must be very painful, right?"

Yang Guo gently wiped his tears for him, and said in a tender voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore, as soon as I see you, all pain is gone, you are my elixir."

Zhu Qingyun clutched his sleeve tightly, her heart hurt like a pinprick, tears fell more and more.

He hadn't shed as many tears in his life tonight.

Yang Guo was also flustered by his tears, he had never seen Zhu Qingyun like this.

Zhu Qingyun has never had any emotional ups and downs, never laughed or cried loudly, always reserved and tactful.

But when he thought that his tears were shed for himself, Yang Guo felt pity and joy at the same time.

Yang Guo stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and coaxed him softly: "Even if I only have one hand, I can still hold you in my arms, and I can still protect you for the rest of my life."

For the first time in his life, Zhu Qingyun put his arm around Yang Guo's waist and hugged him tightly.

Feeling the strength of the ring around his waist, Yang Guo laughed silently.

An arm in exchange for his tears and hugs, worth it.

Faint voices could be heard in the distance, presumably the disciples who had gathered at the Sanqing Hall to enjoy the moon had dispersed.

Yang Guo whispered: "Yun'er, follow me to the wooden house, okay?"

Zhu Qingyun nodded in his arms.

***

Yang Guo opened the door and entered the room, lit the oil lamp, and the hazy yellow light filled the room.

Zhu Qingyun stood in the middle of the room and looked around, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by a black iron sword leaning against the bed.

He took two steps forward, knelt down, stretched out his hand to caress the blade, and said in a trembling voice, "This... this sword... where did you get it?"

Yang Guo pulled him to sit down by the bed, and said: "As for the origin of this sword, we have to start from the beginning."

Zhu Qingyun calmed down and said, "Then let's start from the beginning. Who cut off your right arm?"

A fierce light flashed in Yang Guo's eyes, he said, "Guo Fu."

"Guo Jing's daughter?!" Zhu Qingyun was taken aback, and said, "She...why did she do this?"

Yang Guo sneered, and said, "Isn't it because I rejected Uncle Guo's marriage proposal in public and hurt Miss Guo's face, that's why she became angry from embarrassment."

Zhu Qingyun fell silent.

The reason why Yang Guo rejected Guo Jing's marriage proposal was, in the final analysis, because of him.

Yang Guo seemed to see through what he was thinking, reached out to hold his hand, and said softly: "Don't think wildly, this has nothing to do with you at all."

Zhu Qingyun forced a smile and said, "And then?"

Yang Guo said: "Afterwards, I escaped from Lujiazhuang and fell into a barren valley. I thought I was doomed, but in that valley lived a divine sculpture that understands human nature, not only saved my life, but also taught me I practice martial arts. This black iron sword was left by the owner of that divine sculpture."

Zhu Qingyun said: "Have you seen that person's face?"

Yang Guo shook his head, said: "That senior has passed away long ago, but I know his name."

Zhu Qingyun's heart tightened, only to hear Yang Guo continue to say: "He calls himself a sword demon, and it's a coincidence that he has the same surname as Yun'er's father, and his surname is Dugu, and his name is Qiubai."

"Dugu...seeking defeat?" Zhu Qingyun murmured and repeated, and suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably, until tears came out of his laughter.

"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Qingyun was too abnormal tonight, crying and laughing loudly, Yang Guo couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help worrying, "Yun'er, don't scare me."

After a while, Zhu Qingyun finally calmed down, reached out to hold the black iron sword, but couldn't lift it up.

Yang Guo put his hands on his, and with a little effort, he lifted the sword up and put it in front of Zhu Qingyun's eyes for him to take a closer look.

Zhu Qingyun rubbed it for a moment before saying, "This dark iron epee is exactly my father's Dugu Sheng's saber."

"What?!" Yang Guo was taken aback and said in disbelief, "Could it be that your father and senior Dugu Qiubai...are actually the same person?"

"Dugu Sheng, Dugu seeks defeat." Zhu Qingyun said with a slight smile: "He sought victory for the first half of his life, and sought defeat for the second half of his life. He was crazy about swords, and his long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled."

Yang Guo suddenly said: "No wonder that divine sculpture treats me so well, is it because I look a bit like Senior Dugu?"

Zhu Qingyun looked at his face and said, "You are indeed similar to him when you were young."

Yang Guo laughed and said, "I've been pointing at this face all my life."

Zhu Qingyun looked at Yang Guo's face close at hand, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The various fetters between him and him can no longer be discussed in terms of "coincidence", as if it was destined by the heavens and arranged long ago.

He is as lonely and helpless as him. If they are together in the future, no matter how difficult life is, no matter how the world changes, they can always rely on each other and keep each other warm.

In the dark, it seems that he should meet him, hold each other, stay together, and spend this life together.

Zhu Qingyun leaned into his arms and whispered, "Guoer, hold me tight."

Yang Guo stretched out his left arm and hugged him tightly.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, Zhu Qingyun felt that this was the most pleasant voice in the world. He slowly closed his eyes and said slowly: "From now on, the two of us will be together, and we will never be together again. Separate, okay?"