Brother Hua, come to the pit

The bloody limbs were tied tightly with ropes. He had often used this method of binding before, but there was still no chance of breaking free.

Huaxue still remembered that when he first learned this binding method, Qianji always listened absent-mindedly, and often waited until the day before the master's examination, and then came to him to inquire.When Qianji got serious, Huaxue felt that he was no match for him, and always had been.

At this time, Qianji was still wearing Huaxue's clothes, Huaxue looked at him, and had the illusion of seeing another self in the world.

It's really too similar, but it's just a look, their thoughts always go in two directions.And as we grow older, this deviation becomes more and more obvious, and finally explodes completely after something happens.

When the Jiugong Sect fell, Huaxue happened to be away on business and did not stay in the sect.When he finished his business and returned to the Jiugong School, there was already a piece of broken tiles and ruins, and there were still unextinguished sparks in many places, accompanied by billowing smoke.

The smell of burnt and blood filled every inch of the air, making it hard to breathe.In the great depression and fear, Huaxue tried to find the living people, but only found the cold or mutilated corpses.When he was exhausted and his whole spirit was tense, he finally found the only surviving Qianji.

That was probably the only time Huaxue felt that he was about to cry.

His first thought at that time was to take Qianji away.But what Qianji said next clearly ran counter to the idea of ​​turning blood—Qianji wanted to stay and guard the Linglong Pavilion, this was the task entrusted to him by the head master, and it was also his responsibility.

Guarding a ruin already like a tomb?So how many years, decades, hundreds of years or even longer will it take to be freed from this so-called responsibility?

Huaxue disagreed, but he couldn't resist Qianji's insistence, so he just accompanied him to lose weight.But decades have passed, hundreds of years have passed, and the patience that only exists because of Qianji has been worn away by repeated blood transfusion day after day.The unchanging scenery, the lifeless secret channel mechanism, everything drives the blood to go crazy.Finally one day, the last nerve supporting the blood, broke like an old string.

That was the first and last time that the conflict between Huaxue and Qianji broke out, because Huaxue left the ruins of the Nine Palaces faction after that, and threw himself under the gate of the Mingzhui Building.

When they met again, they were already facing each other with swords.

The blood turned to laugh, but it touched the wound on his body, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

Qian Ji moved the hand on his side, but he never stepped forward.

"I know what you want to ask, but I won't say it." Huaxue's voice was no longer what it used to be, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, revealing an uncomfortable hoarseness, "You say you understand me? Hehe, you What do you know about me, what the two of us see, what we think about, have never been the same."

Although Huaxue is a guy who is not restrained and doesn't usually follow the rules, he has never violated the rules of Zhuiminglou.The content of the task and the client are all secrets that cannot be divulged.

Qianji finally took a few steps forward, stopped in front of Huaxue, and stared at him quietly.Huaxue's appearance at this time can be regarded as a mess, because Han Mu had injured his spine before, so he doesn't have many places to move around now.Pei Yuan looked gentle, but he was merciless when dealing with Huaxue, almost leaving no wounds could make life worse than death.

This is very different from the transformed blood in Qianji's memory.Qianji finally bent over and put his arms around Huaxue's shoulders.

Qianji knew that he was indeed at fault for what happened back then.Huaxue did everything for him, but he repeatedly shirked it on the grounds of responsibility, and finally caused Huaxue to leave alone.

The expression on the bloody face froze for an instant, and this expression was even more obvious under the sunlight shining through the crack of the door that had just been pushed open.

"Tsk, it seems that I came at the wrong time?" The Dark Emperor stood in front of the door with his hands folded on his chest, not intending to come in, "Get ready to go back with me, Huaxue, this is not a place for you to stay for a long time."

Qianji immediately let go of his arms, took a step back, and hid himself in the shadows.

Pei Yuan also came with Andi. He walked up to Huaxue and took out the silver needle from the acupoint and meridian. Huaxue felt that his body had regained consciousness.Although the injury on his body is still not healed, he can barely stand up.

When Huaxue left, he didn't look back, probably because he was afraid that his determination would be shaken if he turned around.When passing by, he heard Qianji whisper, brother, I'm sorry.

It's like when Qianji did something wrong when he was a child, he would always pull the hem of his clothes to apologize, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

Some things, like two roads lost on the map, will eventually go farther and farther.

When Huaxue walked to Andi's side, he saw Yin Ye. His appearance didn't change much, but it was obvious that his mood was different from before.The Dark Emperor looked at Yin Ye and said, "Do you know who your opponent is? The founder of the Tianshu Gate, No. 1 Sword Cultivator in the Upper Purity Realm, a cultivator in the Tribulation Period, Xuan Chen. Even if you have no power to fight back , and there is nothing to be ashamed of. But after this incident, have you re-evaluated the weight of what I said to you before?"

"I'm still too weak, not strong enough." Yin Ye lowered his eyes, showing no emotion.

"That's true, as long as you know it." The dark emperor turned his gaze to Huaxue again, "This sentence is also applicable to you. Without power, you can't get anything, you can't grasp anything, you can only watch Watching what's close at hand flee, or become someone else's property."

Without too much words, these two people have their own clear purpose, just need to mention a little bit.On the way back to Zhui Minglou, neither Huaxue nor Yin Ye spoke again. This kind of silence was accompanied by power, and this power would become their greatest motivation to improve themselves.

When he returned to Zhuiminglou, Andi obviously felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. Although he was still disciplined as usual, he always felt that even the air was full of anxiety.This feeling was especially evident when walking through the corridor. In the end, the Dark Emperor stopped in front of the door of his room, and did not immediately go in after pushing the door open.

The table in the room was lit with warm candles, and after not coming back for a few days, many scrolls gathering various things of the Yan Yumeng were almost piled up into a mountain.Behind these scrolls, someone leaned over the desk and picked up a pen, carefully and quickly flipped through the scrolls, and wrote down a stroke from time to time.

The man was dressed in white with cloud patterns, and his face was gentle, but because of the plain purple lines at the corners of his eyes, he was a bit more bewitching.Probably hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the man stopped writing and looked up, showing a proud smile that he hadn't seen for a long time: "Whether you like it or not, I'm back again."