Heartless

After the seedlings were planted and before the summer heat, another rain came, knocking on the eaves, washing away the blood stains on the ground.

It is said that there is little rain in the northwest, and Shanxi and Shaanxi have suffered from a severe drought that has not been seen in ten years, so this sudden rain seems even more strange.

Before he had time to change his blood-stained clothes, Ye Qianlang took the long sword gifted to him by Kou Biancheng and stepped into the door, and saw him drawing a picture of a camellia beauty by the window.

See the flowers first.

The camellias are clustered in layers, the brushstrokes are light and spicy, and the colors are light and elegant. The fine brushwork and chain-link flowers have the delicate charm of the Song people, while the freehand brushwork of ink and wash has its own open artistic conception.

See people again.

The beauty in the painting is wearing a green shirt, holding a camellia in her hand and sniffing lightly under the moonlight.The demeanor of sniffing flowers is wonderful, and there seems to be a slight smile on his lips.

Most of the iced tea outside has thanked, and the white clouds are scattered, and the camellia in this painting is full of life, which is the best time.

Ye Qianlang took a second look at the beauty in the painting, although she was a nice woman, but the pair of narrow and stern phoenix eyes were very familiar.

I can't help thinking that I was quite surprised when I first saw this person writing and painting. I thought that these thin callused hands only used knives and did not hold a pen. Ju is a young master who has studied literature, Taoism and martial arts since he was a child. If he hadn't suffered the disaster of being exterminated, he would have been light-furred and white-horse.

Unlike Ye Shijiu, who came from a poor village and was living among the dead as soon as he opened his eyes, he was not born with a cold face that neither cried nor laughed, but also cultivated a cold heart that is neither sad nor happy. .

Reddish drops of water rolled down the sword body, falling on the ground drop by drop to the sound of rain outside the window.

Ye Qianlang quietly looked at Kou Biancheng for a while, seeing that he has become thinner due to his injuries these days, and the white hair on his sideburns has become more conspicuous, and also saw that the wound medicine sent by the servant girl was still on the case, brown and black. The medicinal juice was almost flush with the mouth of the bowl, and it was obvious that he hadn't taken a sip, so he couldn't help frowning and said: "When the medicine is cold, the medicinal properties will dissipate."

Kou Biancheng still lowered his eyes to write a poem on Bai Xuan, coughed a few times and said, "This medicine is very bitter, and it doesn't mean that you can't live without it."

Hearing this tone, it doesn't sound like a tyrant who wants to fight life and death, but like a child who loves sweets and fears bitterness, and plays tricks on you with a smug face.Ye Qianlang twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked closer at the ink stains on Bai Xuan——

What a majestic and unrestrained cursive style, the pen stays with the paper to the end, as straight as a fierce horse galloping a thousand miles, and the dragon climbs to the sky, but it mentions the most gentle two lines in the poem "Family Tea": "In the wind and snow without makeup, Don't look like a teenager."

A young man with a youthful mood and a youthful face, with bright eyes that are gazing, pure and unadulterated.

It's just that "time only makes people grow old", not to mention the many hardships and dangers in the troubled times, the appearance is hard to change, and the mood is not the same as when you were young.

"The body belongs to me anyway, so it's better to focus on it." The voice remained cold, but it sounded a bit concerned. Ye Qianlang took two steps forward with his sword, and paused, "You don't ask me. where?"

"I believe you. If you don't tell me, I won't ask." Since the other party entered the door, he could smell the faint smell of blood, but what he thought in his heart was that the camellias in his brush are beautiful. The beauty is somewhat lacking in aura.Kou Biancheng frowned slightly, closed his eyes slightly to look at the picture scroll on the case, and seemed to just mention it casually, "It's like I won't ask you what you want to do when you come here with a sword, and where you will go after you do it."

Knowing that Kou Biancheng's internal energy had not recovered in time, Ye Qianlang didn't want to hide his intention of coming, seeing his left wrist vibrate suddenly, the long sword whistled, a few points of cold light splashed out, the blade was about a few inches away from the opponent's back heart.

Hearing him ask softly: "Brother Kou has repeatedly said that he believes in me, why did he not mention a word about the great treasure Dharma King Sheli that he got in the dry well that day?" Without waiting for Kou Biancheng to answer, the corner of his mouth hooked again, Jokingly and sarcastically, he said: "Brother Kou still doesn't believe in Ye, I'm afraid that once Ye gets the Dharma king's relic, he will turn his back on you ruthlessly and take your life."

Kou Biancheng didn't look back either, he just smiled lightly and said, "Don't you know, my lord?"

"No." Ye Qianlang lightly sent the long sword straight to Kou Biancheng's vest, "Firstly, the palm of the old monk really hurt me quite badly, and secondly... if I really took the relic, brother Kou? Will you still generously give your true energy to help me leave?"

"Naturally not." Kou Biancheng coughed a few times with a smile, and the rascal was also a rascal, "Not only will I not, I will give you a palm with all my skills, and I will bury your corpse in a dry well with you. , will never be separated for thousands of years."

Tu Qiong saw for a moment, and both of them were silent for a moment.Kou Biancheng wanted to add another camellia to fill up the blank space around the beauty, but suddenly his pen trembled, his hand strength was not accurate, and the pen penetrating through the back of the paper for a while.

The co-author is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. This is the time when the naked sex is the most passionate. No one has forgotten to plot and plot. Who was the first to be sincere?

"'We are widowed, let's make a living first.' If brother Kou hadn't been seriously injured, Ye would have stayed in hiding for another month and a half, but that knife that day..." Mentioning the serious injury that day, there was no reason in his heart Duan began to feel pain, "Brother Kou kills first and then saves, Ye Mou saves first and then kills...Tit for tat, it's very fair."

"It's really fair." Kou Biancheng nodded slightly, and asked again: "What your lord wants...you got it?"

"It's up to you."

"Xiaohu won't." Kou Biancheng smiled confidently, "Since I ordered him to guard the great treasure Dharma King's relic, no matter what kind of coercion he receives, he will never let go."

"I was also worried that he would not let go, but he himself is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of Lu Linchuan's death." Seeing that Kou Biancheng was still concentrating on painting flowers when he was about to die, Ye Qianlang couldn't help being suspicious, fearing that he had something After the tricks and calculations, he couldn't help tightening the hilt of the sword in his hand, "Brother Kou can rest assured, Ye Mou promises a lot of money, Shan Xiaohu and Lu Linchuan were both seriously injured and survived, whether they survive depends on God's will."

"Thank you." Kou Biancheng thought about it and asked, "Is Taoyao dead?"

"The road to Huangquan is too deserted. Now that Luo Wang is dead, Tao Yao must not stay."

"Zi Chi died too?"

"I didn't intend to kill her, but after Taoyao died, she killed herself."

"Loveless doesn't seem to be passionate, but there are idiots in the world." Kou Biancheng sighed softly, "It's just that the only exit of the wolf horned tiger has been blocked. If you kill me today, you will not be able to get out. Listen— —”

There was a lot of noise outside, apparently pursued by soldiers. Thinking about the fortifications of Langjiao Lake in recent days, the vegetation is filled with soldiers. It must be that the border city has already made arrangements in the name of guarding against foreign enemies. ", not allowing myself to retreat completely.

"Don't worry too much, I knew that Langjiao Lake is not the only exit." A group of people shouted and killed outside, and it was obviously a critical moment, but Ye Qianlang did not panic, still said in a leisurely manner , "A husband and wife for a day, a hundred days of kindness, brother Kou, do you have a last word before he dies?"

Kou Biancheng put down the pen in his hand and still did not look back, his voice sounded unprecedentedly hoarse and dignified: "There is no news in the frontier area, my spies stationed in Beijing have come to report recently that Emperor Tianqi is about to die. If Emperor Tianqi It's really dead, Wei Zhongxian and his subordinates cannot escape the fate of dying in another city." Thinking that the other party must think that he is lying on purpose when he is about to die, he said, "What's more, if Emperor Tianqi is not dead, can this relic be reappeared? Miracles are unknown, so why do you have to gamble with your own wealth and life?"

"Brother Kou once said that he is addicted to gambling, but Ye Mou is not bad." Ye Qianlang's eyes darkened suddenly, and he said resolutely, "You once bet that I would not kill you, but now it seems that you lost. Just bet against God, he will live or die in the future, and there will be no complaints."

Knowing that the other party was determined to kill, Kou Biancheng smiled relaxedly: "A-Lang, no matter what I say, you won't believe me anymore, will you?"

"Kou Biancheng, I really have a heart for you, but..."

It’s just that at that time you lined up and I set up the formation, you couldn’t let go of what you had, and I couldn’t let go of what I had mine. One wrong step would lead to an abyss, and one move would mean life and death. What comes is the odds, but what cannot be won is the hearts of the people.

That's all...it's not the right time for birth.

Agitating the hilt of the sword with his own internal force, his hand was sharp without any hesitation, and the blade of the sword protruded from his chest with a "chick".

Kou Biancheng swayed violently and stabilized himself again, but accidentally knocked the wolf hair in lower script on the inkstone onto the scroll, and the blood fell on the inkstone drop by drop, connecting with the splashed light green dye. , dyed a dense rouge color.

This sword seemed to pierce two people at the same time.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Kou Biancheng sighed softly, replaced the small script wolf hair with big white clouds, and picked up the brush to draw again.

However, with just a few strokes that seemed to be random, the bright red calyx was spotted, and the petals were dyed with a thin layer of crimson. Although it does not have the cold and gorgeous appearance of iced tea, it is also very fresh and pleasant.

When finishing the last stroke, he felt the figure of the person behind him swaying slightly, leaning on his back as if he could not stand still at all...

I felt that person stretched out his single arm to hug me tightly, leaned over to bite my earlobe, rubbed it gently between his teeth, and licked it carefully...

I felt that the person was reluctant to lick my earlobe, and then buried his head into his neck, took a bite with his trembling throat, and licked it lightly and hard...

The sounds of swords and shouts outside the window were getting closer and closer, and he was no longer allowed to be intimate with his lover. Ye Qianlang slowly drew out his long sword, his face unmoved, and his voice was calm: "Although I don't believe that you can accomplish things, I do believe After you succeed, you must be a good emperor."

While speaking, the long sword was completely drawn out, and he slapped him on the back again—Kou Biancheng immediately vomited blood, and fell forward. The blood gushed out of his chest, and finally completely destroyed the picture of the camellia beauty.

He leaned over to check the opponent's pulse, and after confirming that the opponent was completely dead, he took off his earring and left it next to Kou Biancheng's body.

As soon as he lifted the sword and went out, there was a mass of black people killing people in front of him, and the road out of the valley was obviously blocked.

Ye Qianlang slashed and slashed the ground to fight with the crowd, retreated to the edge of Langjiao Lake while fighting, and threw himself into the lake without hesitation.

The front has already fallen down with its head and limbs cut off, and the one behind hastily chased to the lake, some immediately went into the water to chase, and some waited on the shore for the other party to come out of the water to take a breath... However, after a long time of thumping, nothing happened. Seeing the figure of the Commander-in-Chief.