[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"Master?"

Seeing Yuan Wuxiang leaving, Mo Xunxing quickly followed, Tired Shoutian paused at the door for a while before walking into the misty rain and setting sun full of suspicion.

As soon as he entered the tired sky of misty rain and setting sun, he saw Mo Xunxing embracing Yuan Wuxiang in what seemed to be a half-embracing posture, and Yuan Wuxiang was coughing softly while covering his lips with one hand.

"There is me in the original Wuxiang, don't search for traces, you go down first."

Mo Xunxing blinked and looked at his hand that suddenly became empty, and belatedly looked at the master who had been brought into his arms by Tired Shoutian, with a strange look on his face, until his master's The half-smiling eyes floated over, and then he came back to his senses and immediately flashed away.

"How are you doing?"

Before Yuan Wuxiang could feel the long-lost warmth, the fishy sweetness in his throat could no longer be suppressed and overflowed. Looking at the redness of his palm, his eyes dimmed a bit.

"It's fine to be brave in front of the juniors, but not in front of me." Tired Shoutian, who also dimmed his eyes because of the red color of Yuan Wuxiang's palm, took him to a chair and sat down.

"I didn't try to be brave, and I can't be brave either. You can use your body to suppress you when you are injured, but I don't."

"I'm injured and can be suppressed by my body. What kind of suppression is there when you are injured? Besides, Yuan Wuxiang..."

"what?"

"Did that person really hurt you just now?"

Yuan Wuxiang took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his blood-stained palm under the heavy gaze of Tired Shoutian: "What do you think?"

"Your complexion is too bad." Tired Shoutian suppressed the irritability in his heart and came to the back of Yuan Wuxiang and put his palm on the back of Yuan Wuxiang's heart. The gentle internal force flowed in Yuan Wuxiang's veins, and a stick of incense Afterwards, Tired Shoutian withdrew his skills, but the expression on his face was a bit more dignified than before.

"Say I have a bad complexion, why don't you take a mirror and look at yourself." Yuan Wuxiang, who is not serious, relaxed his body and smiled at Tired Shoutian with a dark face.

"why?"

"Ha..." With a burst of laughter, Yuan Wuxiang rubbed his brow that had never stopped throbbing with ease and laughed, "I haven't seen you for many years, and it seems that I still like to use these three words as a mantra."

"Why?" Tired Shoutian didn't calm down because of Yuan Wuxiang's relaxed expression: "I want to listen to your truth."

Every word, such words never exceeded Yuan Wuxiang's expectations, but Yuan Wuxiang did not accept his words as before, which seemed false and really comforted him, but laughed after staring at him for a while speak out.

Tired of looking at Yuan Wuxiang who was leaning forward and backward with a smile, the temperature of his whole body dropped again and again, and the entanglement between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Just when he couldn't help but want to speak again, and even raised his arms, Yuan Wuxiang stopped laughing suddenly, his clear eyes were full of soft smile, but the words made him Tired Shoutian's heart tightened for a while.

"Tian Shou Tian, ​​where is my heart, do you know? If you know, you can hear it even if I don't say it." Yuan Wuxiang's gentle eyebrows and eyes showed a rare madness with the wild laughter, But that frenzied state still couldn't hide a trace of fatigue hidden in it, because of the murderous intent that had just been forcibly suppressed, and also because of the heart that had been fettered all along.

"..." He opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single syllable. He knew that in his heart, something that had never been the same had become even more different, but he didn't know what the difference was. What.

It is this kind of ignorant and ignorant expression... The corners of Yuan Wuxiang's mouth were raised deeper and deeper, but he stopped saying anything that might deepen or even break the topic, and instead said: "Now the situation is just showing a little life, but there is still a lot of life." Tigers and wolves are feeding around, you shouldn't have come."

"Since when did something 'shouldn't happen' between you and me?"

"There are few things that are taken for granted in this world."

"Is this what you really mean?"

Yuan Wuxiang raised his hand to touch the heart ring on his chest and poured himself a cup of tea: "As far as I know, you killed Mu Xiaohan not long ago, instead of making unnecessary troubles with me, you should think about it." Think about your own situation."

"I will not avoid Mu Zhengrong's pursuit of revenge." Juan Shoutian said as a matter of course, and then sneered: "I don't know when your affairs have become unnecessary troubles for me?"

"Hatred will make people lost, but you are a gentleman." Yuan Wuxiang lowered his eyes and sighed in the last word of gentleman, and the skill of answering non-questioned questions was simply blunt and undisguised.

Take a look at the flowering lazy, half-edge monastic half-edge.

Yuan Wuxiang raised his hand to cover the dim and yearning light under his eyes.

Yuan Wuxiang's intentions are too obvious, so obvious that Tired Shoutian can't even go against his will to continue entangled in the topic he wants to clarify.

After a long silence, Tired Shoutian also poured a cup of half-cold tea and asked slowly: "You say that a gentleman is like this, so what about you?"

"Me?" After the light in his eyes faded, Yuan Wuxiang raised his eyes again with a gentle smile: "Things are different and people are different. The word gentleman has long since missed me."

"Belittle yourself? This is not your style." Tired Shoutian's original self-righteousness was tinged with a hint of ridicule because of Yuan Wuxiang's denial.

A brilliant gentleman stands up to the heaven and the earth, has no shame, is magnanimous, and is upright. Although Yuan Wuxiang is still ashamed of the heaven and the earth today, he can no longer be magnanimous.

Suppressing the self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth, Yuan Wuxiang took a sip of tea down his throat and said, "Don't trust Mu Zhengrong."

He frowned tiredly, but still nodded his head with doubts in his heart. So far, he has never seen him completely denying a person and leaving room for anyone. This is one of his greatest personality charms One, of course, this is just the past, since that year, Yuan Wuxiang has become too strange to him, although he believes that even though he is unfamiliar, Yuan Wuxiang is that Yuan Wuxiang in his heart.

After one day of tea, Tired Shoutian stood up and said, "Since you are fine, I will return to the summit of Yongxu."

Even though he said so, Yuan Wuxiang could see from Juan Shoutian's eyes that Juan Shoutian wanted to keep him.

"The exit is over there." Yuan Wuxiang, who didn't care much, raised his hand casually.

Tired Shoutian suppressed the anger in his heart and stood there without moving: "How do you deal with the Nanzong matter?"

"I'm here, whether it's sunny or windy."

After hearing this, Tired Shoutian smiled lightly, but sat down again.

"What? Is my friend going to help me through thick and thin?"

"Shouldn't it be?"

"Not long after the dark night of the world was broken, Su really disappeared from the plight, a page of books was seriously injured and retreated, and Ye Xiaochai's whereabouts are also unknown. Now you are a symbol of the righteous way, what's the matter with staying in the misty rain and setting sun?"

"The peak of Yongxu has the brilliance of the morning sun, and the misty rain and setting sun have the brightness of the bright moon. They both point the way and guide the prosperity of the world. What is the difference where I am?"

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for many years, but your eloquence amazes me."

"Then have I convinced you?"

At this moment, the person who always smiles is smiling without saying a word, and the light in Qingyue's eyes seems to come from afar.

At this moment, under the profound and soft light, the person who had been ignorant dissipated layers of fog in his heart, and the corner of his mouth slowly brought the same smile. He always knew that the person in front of him had never refused To himself, as if he had never rejected him.

"Master."

"Talk to me?" Gently looking at the disciple standing outside his room, Yuan Wuxiang let Mo Xunsong into the room.

"Master, you shouldn't let Tired Shoutian stay in the misty rain and setting sun. Wherever there is him now, there will be trouble."

Yuan Wuxiang's gentle face suddenly showed a look of relief, two lives and one disciple, and all his thoughts and efforts were finally worthwhile.

"It's okay, as a teacher, you trust your apprentice."

Mo Xunxing choked, his heart was excited by Master's affirmation of him, but he was still full of reason: "Master, you often warn disciples to do what they can, although I really want to agree with Master's words, but disciples are really can't do it."

"When we can't do what we can, we must learn to make the best use of the situation and use our strength to fight. Weary harvesting the sky will not always be a sign of the right way. In this martial arts, those who can't let go of it will eventually return to the land they can't let go. It’s just a momentary choice.”

"If you're tired, you can't let it go?"

"Tired of harvesting the sky?"

Mo Xunxing looked at his master's gentle smile, which was as cool as water in an instant, soft but cool, soaking into the hearts of the people.

"In this world, the only thing he can't let go of is kindness."

"The only thing that Master can't let go of is Tired Reaping the Sky?" For some reason, the person with the most blessed mind suddenly answered this sentence, and then became at a loss under the other's faint gaze.

"Just like Tired Harvest can't let go of grace, the only thing I can't let go of now is love."

These words sounded like thunder and thunder in Mo Xunxing's ears. Mo Xunxing would not naively think that the love spoken by his respected and beloved master would be the affection of fellow practitioners and the affection of close friends, because in the On that gentle, handsome and upright face, there was a deep affection that he could not argue with.

He was tongue-tied, and he was so stunned that he couldn't even make a questioning monosyllable.

"Because I can't bear it, I let it go. I have never agreed with this sentence. We can pick up a lot of things, and we can also let go of a lot of things, but in this world, there is only the heart that is alive and beating. You can't take it away." , and you can’t let it go, not because you don’t want to let it go, not because you can let it go, just because it is the only life energy that you can live like an ordinary person.”

"Master, I don't understand love, but I know that Master is not someone who can't live without love. Tiredness is more important to Master than life, but it is not all. Otherwise, these years, Master And I won't be alone in the misty rain and setting sun with only a thin layer of cold and thin moon."

Some exhortations were said so euphemistically, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help sighing while laughing.

"Looking, most of the time, life is everything, and judging a relationship with reason is a very absurd thing."

"It seems that Master has done such a ridiculous thing before."

Yuan Wuxiang patted Mo Xunxing's shoulder lightly with one hand, and a gentle voice like a smile permeated into Lingling's voice. Although it was pleasant to the ear, it was cold to the heart: "I once hated because of love, and I was distorted because of hate." , because of this distortion, I let myself fall into the most filthy quagmire. Even if I am reborn, this long cycle of years still cannot wash away the filth of the past, so Xun Zing, no matter at any time, you can't let anything dominate your life. Original heart, otherwise when the original heart is gone, the road under your feet will deviate, and the road of the past will never come again.”

"Master..." Mo Xunxing looked blankly, the remorse flowing out of the indifference made him annoyed by the impulse just now, the love of the master is only the love of the master, as a disciple, he only needs to watch quietly, when the master needs When it is time, it can be the sword he swings towards the obstacle, and it is enough to be the shield he blocks the attack.

"Master, no matter what happens, this disciple will definitely stand by Master's side." After saying this, Mo Xunxing didn't even have time to look at the expression of his respected and loved Master, and rushed out At the door, before he had walked a few steps, the blush on his face that had appeared due to shyness suddenly receded like a tide, silently looking back at the door that was only a few steps away, Mo Xunxing pursed his lips, Passing by the man who seemed to have been standing for a long time.

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