Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

Xuan Zifeng reminded himself over and over again: these are old things in the past, Zhuo Yingtian and Mr. Songyun have nothing to do with each other.

But even so, he still felt that the dark emotions surging in his chest could not be contained.

Song Yun's past dissipated with the snow particles, but Xuan Zifeng's heart couldn't be calmed if they couldn't dissipate.

……

Night, Hong Jianzong.

Spring is approaching and winter is still cold, and the room is a little cold, as if the newly ground ink in the inkstone is about to be frozen.Yu Hansong is transcribing the written letter on the spread out rice paper.

The letter was written to Zhuo Yingtian.

The boy's 15th birthday was at the end of February, and Yu Hansong took pains to write a long letter, trying to fulfill his duty as a minister, to persuade his young master.Just as he has done since he was a crown, he will do his best to assist the person he believes in.

Tomorrow is a big day.

The suzerain Zhuo Buqun came in person, in order to instruct the young disciples to discuss, but in fact the highlight was the battle between Zhuo Shaotian and Zhuo Yingtian for the chairmanship of the young sect.

With the help of Yu Hansong, Zhuo Yingtian came from behind, got the support of many elders and disciples, and finally had the opportunity to compete with his brother on the same stage.

The long-running dispute will be resolved tomorrow.

"Cough cough!"

Yu Hansong coughed violently, even though he covered it with his sleeve, there were still bits and pieces of blood falling on the rice paper and blurring.

For some reason, Yu Hansong’s body has been in a bad state for the past few days. It’s nothing to be tired and coughing up blood. The headaches and spiritual disturbances that occur every half an hour are what kill him. After two paragraphs, it suddenly resumed.

Xuan Zifeng's heart felt cold.

——The little master may have already eaten the medicine from the Spring Festival.

Hong Jianzong believes that men should be tolerant and tough, complaining about minor illnesses and disasters is not a manly demeanor.Yu Hansong is very wise and has a solid foundation. He has never been ill since childhood, and he thought these symptoms were nothing to worry about, so he just gritted his teeth to support himself.

"Oh, I have to rewrite it again."

Looking at the scarlet blood spots smudged on the rice paper, Yu Hansong could only sigh, spread out the rice paper again, and copy the letter from the beginning.

When most of the text was copied, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Han Song, it's me."

Fearing that Zhuo Yingtian would look worried, Yu Hansong swallowed the herbal tea and swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, used the shape change technique to hide the dirty cuffs, and ran to open the door.

"Young Master, tomorrow's martial arts competition with the Second Young Master is imminent, why are you still...uh!"

The discipline that hadn't been blurted out was blocked back by the kiss involuntarily.

While kissing, Zhuo Yingtian closed the door and drew a soundproof formation.

"Young master, wait a moment... um..."

Yu Hansong was forced to bump into the case and had no way to retreat. In the panic, the mountain of pens fell over, the inkstone was overturned, and the documents he had just written had to be invalidated again.

"The competition is coming soon, Brother Han Song won't you encourage me?" Zhuo Yingtian pressed the person on the desk, and when he lowered his head to do something, he found the wrinkled document, "Written for me? It's too early for my birthday , Big Brother started preparing at this time?"

He was originally ashamed to resort to words, so he conveyed it in the form of letters. Whoever imagined it was exposed by Zhuo Yingtian face to face, and Yu Hansong almost turned red, "The young master made fun of his subordinates again."

"Where is it a joke? Since I have seen it all, I want Brother Hansong to read it to me now." Zhuo Yingtian carried him off the desk, his eyes flickering a few times could soften Yu Hansong's heart.

It's okay to be found out, and he was asked to read it face to face. Yu Hansong was very thin-skinned, so naturally he refused.

Zhuo Yingtian deliberately provoked him and said: "Brother Han Song doesn't dare, could it be that there are some obscene words and erotic songs written in it?"

If it is misunderstood to this point, it is really a strange injustice through the ages.

"..."

After waiting for a while, Yu Hansong picked up the manuscript as if he was going to die, and read out stumblingly with trembling voice and hands.

【……There are nine things a gentleman should not do: first, not to be greedy for money; second, not to copy literature; third, not to humiliate parents and teachers; fourth, not to sell friends; fifth, not to kill women and children; sixth, not to be superior Fascination; seven days, don't be slow; eight days, don't be lazy in controlling spirits; nine days, don't bully heaven and earth. ...]

Every word and sentence is full of sincere hope, not only the advice and expectations of the courtiers, but also the guidance and care of the elder brother.Only the last bit was left, revealing some of the feelings he wanted to say in a vague way.

[You are the spring on the stone, and the moon is hanging high.Just ask where your heart is, and listen to the seven strings rustlingly. 】

The seven-stringed guqin can play high mountains and flowing water, and it is Yu Hansong's best tune.Zhuo Yingtian was once the upper class of his Qingquan stone, the bright moon and breeze that he could not reach in his heart, and the confidant he believed in all his life.

After reading, Yu Hansong raised his cold hand, lightly touched his hot face with the back of his hand to cool down, calmed down for a while, and then tentatively looked at the person opposite.

Zhuo Yingtian didn't expect the other party to be surprised or touched, Zhuo Yingtian just lowered his head, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

"...Young Master?" Yu Hansong tentatively grabbed Zhuo Yingtian's cuff, he didn't know if he said that sentence wrongly, and he hit someone's sore spot, he was a little flustered.

Zhuo Yingtian didn't respond, but still lowered his head.

The person in front of him had never been so silent in front of him, Yu Hansong was a little flustered, "Whatever is wrong with this subordinate, please tell the young master clearly."

- what?Is this a regret?

Xuan Zifeng could see that Zhuo Yingtian's drooping face was to resist the strong inner struggle.

After all, Zhuo Yingtian was only less than 15 years old at the time. Although he knew how to play tricks, he was still young and came from a righteous background, so he still had some conscience in his heart.At this moment, after listening to Yu Hansong's letter, I was moved by the true feelings of every word, and I couldn't help feeling guilty and suffering.

—What's the use of that?In the end, the Spring Festival was not used.

Xuan Zifeng looked at Zhuo Yingtian, and his whole body was entangled with a kind of sinister emotion.

As a bystander, Xuan Zifeng was very clear.It would be biased to say that Zhuo Yingtian has no affection for Han Song.It's just that on the steelyard in Zhuo Yingtian's heart, the position of the young suzerain is far more important than the little lover.

After a long time, Zhuo Yingtian raised his head, his eyes were a little red.

He shook his head and said, "There is nothing wrong. Thank you, brother."

After hearing this, Yu Hansong was finally relieved, "Oh, you really scared me to death."

"Why, is the young master still stage fright? Tomorrow's battle, we will do our best to obey the destiny." Yu Hansong held Zhuo Yingtian's face and said softly: "No matter what, the subordinates will follow the young master. burden."

After finishing speaking, Yu Hansong blushed, hesitated and went back and forth a few times, and then he plucked up the courage to kiss Zhuo Yingtian's forehead jerkyly.

"Brother Han Song." Zhuo Yingtian didn't smile as usual when he called him, his complexion seemed to be covered with frost, "Let's cultivate together."

When the word "Shuangxiu" fell into his ears, Yu Hansong hesitated.

He was just about to say that since he used that pair of cultivation techniques, his cultivation base was unstable and his body had some minor problems, when Zhuo Yingtian kissed him.

There was something in his mouth, and Yu Hansong was forced to swallow the slightly bitter thing in the kiss.

Afterwards, a prairie-like heat wave spread to the whole body along with the flow of spiritual power.

"Young master... just now, what was that?" Yu Hansong endured the strange feeling, and his body trembled slightly.

Zhuo Yingtian picked him up and pressed him on the soft couch in the room, his words were a bit cold, "The medicine is for fun."

That is not some kind of medicine to boost the mood at all, but the last dose of highly poisonous medicine for the Spring Festival.

Yu Hansong, whose body was hot and uncontrollable, fell powerlessly on the couch, and could only let the layers of clothes be untied and stripped off one by one.

What a familiar scene, so similar to the night when Xuan Zifeng left in embarrassment...

— No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder Song Yun, who never yelled at students loudly, was so angry. No wonder he reprimanded Xuan Zifeng as "lower", "despicable" and "disgraceful". No wonder...

Xuan Zifeng laughed at himself.

He should scold.

Amidst the ups and downs, the sacrifices of the Spring Festival gradually lost consciousness.

……

The next day, when Yu Hansong woke up from all kinds of pain, he only thought that Zhuo Yingtiansuo had been rude and played hard last night, and he felt a little lost because there was no figure of that person on the cold couch.

The stagnant meridian has no spiritual power, the vision is blurred, the hearing is not very sensitive, there is a strong tinnitus, and the brain that is about to burst is clamoring, and the pain in the body is like a fire burning inside and spreading throughout the whole body.

Yu Hansong had never felt such pain since he could remember, the pain was so painful that he didn't even realize he was scratched by broken porcelain when he fell to the ground.

To Yu Hansong's surprise, the self in the mirror didn't look haggard at all, and there wasn't even a trace of happiness on his body.

Looking at the time, Yu Hansong realized that he had overslept, the competition between Zhuo Yingtian and Zhuo Shaotian must have already begun.

With extreme discomfort, he changed his clothes and hurried to the venue.

In front of Hong Jianzong's main hall, a cold wind blows.

The competition between the two suzerain's sons has reached the final juncture.

"I didn't expect the third son to reach the peak of the fifth stage so quickly. He hasn't passed his 15th birthday yet?" The words of a certain disciple fell into Yu Hansong's ears, and he was startled.

He thought to himself: Zhuo Yingtian's cultivation was clearly breaking through towards the middle stage of the fourth stage a few days ago, why is it at the high stage of the fifth stage today?

"If the second son was not older than him, I'm afraid he would have lost."

"Yeah, looking at it now, it's hard to say who will win. But I vaguely feel that the third son has a better chance of winning."

Yu Hansong narrowed his eyes, for some reason, everything he saw today was blurry, the sunlight was not so strong but it hurt his eyes.

On the stage, Zhuo Shaotian, the second son, caught him by surprise and, relying on his profound skills, made a sudden attack at the last moment and gained the upper hand.

Zhuo Yingtian had no choice but to raise his spirits, even though he managed to withstand his brother's attack, he retreated violently, if he retreated again, he would fall out of the ring.

The situation was not optimistic, Yu Hansong was sweating for Zhuo Yingtian in his heart.

At this moment, Zhuo Yingtian no longer held back his hand, and poured all his spiritual power into the spirit sword in his hand.Sword Point Sanxing broke through his elder brother's defense and knocked off the saber in his hand, Tian Gang pointed the way and forced the sword edge towards Zhuo Shaotian's throat, and stopped firmly around his neck.

Won.

Yu Hansong couldn't suppress the gratification and excitement in his heart, he was extremely proud of Zhuo Yingtian, this joy surpassed any honors and awards he had ever received.He knew how much sweat and effort his young master had put in for this, and how much he deserved this honor.

This joyful mood has not yet faded away...

Suddenly, Yu Hansong noticed some commotion in the crowd, which seemed to come from around him.

"Brother Han, Han Song...you, your hair and face..."

Gradually, everyone's eyes fell on Han Song, full of shock and disbelief.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yu Hansong's black hair turned white from root to root, his pupils turned a scary dark red blood color, and black magic lines grew on his neck under the collar, spreading to the left half of his face.

Yu Hansong raised his hands to touch his hair and cheeks in surprise, at first he didn't notice anything unusual.But when he saw his hand, the dark and weird magic pattern pierced his eyes deeply, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness was instantly occupied by a sea of ​​painful flames.

His black hair is white, and his brown eyes are stained with blood. There is no righteous method like this.

"Come here, take down that evildoer who practiced evil arts!"

The suzerain Zhuo Buqun was furious and gave an order.

Yu Hansong, whose consciousness was chaotic, was restrained by the executioner on the spot and taken to the center of the crowd.

All matters were stopped immediately, and the martial arts field was immediately turned into a trial hall.

The incident happened so suddenly, Yu Hansong himself was confused and couldn't figure out the reason.

Except for Xuan Zifeng who was in time, no one noticed that the face of the newly promoted young suzerain was not surprise, but bewilderment, fear, guilt, and anxiety.

Zhuo Yingtian obviously did not expect this situation.

Xuan Zifeng's face was cold, he could more or less guess the reason for such an unresolved situation.

The "normal" appearance of Yu Hansong before was probably covered by Zhuo Yingtian's transformation technique.

That kid probably planned to hide Yu Hansong first, trick him into taking Jubao Zhenling Pill every day to maintain his cultivation, and find other ways to restore his origin during this period.

At that time, Yu Hansong may be angry, sad, and clamoring to sever the relationship...but Zhuo Yingtian can coax people no matter what.The Jubao Zhenling Pill is tied to the cultivation base, and the secret of cultivating evil magic arts together tightly binds the two together.

Originally, this was a foolproof plan.

Zhuo Yingtian used the Spring Festival to steal Yu Hansong's wisdom and cultivation, defeated his older brother who was originally stronger than him, and became the young suzerain as he wished, and made him love and envy him, and over the years he has always dominated him. Yu Hansong had to be his side for the rest of his life.

However, there is always a contingency in everything.

The final blow to defeat Zhuo Shaotian exhausted all of Zhuo Yingtian's spiritual power, including the part left on Yu Hansong's body to maintain the transformation technique.

He was in the midst of the battle, his eyes were full of victory within easy reach, and he was overjoyed for a moment.

"What kind of sorcery is this magic pattern?" Zhuo Buqun, the suzerain, was furious.

Elder Lin Zhi replied: "Returning to the suzerain, only the magic lines on the cheeks and hands are difficult to confirm. Just based on the exposed part... it may be the magic lines of the sacrifice of the 'Spring Festival'."

Hongjianzong is full of old-fashioned, old-fashioned and sour Confucians, who have always adhered to the tenet of "preserving the principles of nature and destroying human desires".Violating the sect's rules and practicing heretic techniques is already a big taboo. The "Spring Festival" even poured a bucket of boiling oil on this monstrous anger.

The sacrificial offerings of the Spring Festival are things that are shameless and shameless as prostitutes.

It is child molestation and prostitution, it is a filth that is immoral, and it is not as good as pigs, dogs and animals.Naturally, he is not considered a "man".

But in Hongjianzong, if you don't count as a "man", you can't count as a "person".

"Take off his clothes and let Elder Lin see the magic lines on this evildoer."

Since it is not a "man", it is appropriate to humiliate women.

On that day, thousands of disciples of Hong Jianzong were present.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, four or five executioners stripped off Hansong's clothes in public, revealing the magic lines covering every corner of his body.

Xuan Zifeng frantically wanted to rush up and cover him with his clothes.

The little master is most concerned about face, he is very thin-skinned, he has never been disheveled in 16 years, even Zhuo Yingtian had to leave a small shirt for him to cover up when he bullied him.

Now, it made him feel worse than killing him.

"My suzerain, it is true that the Spring Festival is correct."

When these words fell to the ground, Yu Hansong was pushed to the ground by the executioner, and the shame of exposing his body in public was nothing. The reality that was more biting than the cold wind blowing this winter made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He thought in the chaos: How could it be the Spring Festival?

Yu Hansong raised his head in disbelief and looked at his young master.

And Zhuo Yingtian lowered his head and hid among the crowd, never gave him a look in his direction.

His young master, his lover, his hard-to-find bosom friend, and the person he cares about most.

When did it become like this?

Zhuo Yingtian wrote to Zhuo Yingtian that there are nine things that a gentleman should not do. Zhuo Yingtian had already done it, and it was still on Yu Hansong's body.

Humiliate close friends, slow down officials, bully the world.

"Yu Zhongting, look at the good son you have taught!" Suzerain Zhuo Buqun cracked the stone table in front of him with his palm.

"Master, calm down!" Yu Zhongting immediately knelt beside Zhuo Buqun, "This subordinate is guilty of failing to kill this wicked beast on the day it came out, please master punish me."

Even the whites of Yu Hansong's eyes were bloodshot, a tear of blood circled around the eye socket several times, and dripped down the corner of the eye.

That was his respectful and loving father, the one who gave him life together with his mother, and said that he wished he could kill him on the day he was born.

The winter clouds are still lingering, and there are already snowflakes falling.

In the past, he was the son of Tianjiao, the chief disciple, and the model gentleman, but now he is completely naked, his spiritual power is exhausted, and everyone betrays his relatives.

No words or vocabulary can describe Yu Hansong's despair at this moment.

The language is too pale, too feeble, and too light.

Killing is nothing more than nodding your head, no matter how difficult it is, it is harder than killing your heart.

Xuan Zifeng rushed over, trying in vain to protect Yu Hansong, but he could only see that his translucent spiritual sense could not touch the real place, and he couldn't cover his little master's half-lingering gaze.

Yu Zhongting kowtowed to the suzerain a few times, "The Yu family has assisted the Zhuo family for generations, and generations of loyalty, but they did such a dirty thing on this evil animal. I, Yu Zhongting, am ashamed of my ancestors and Zhuo Family, ashamed to Hong Jianzong."

Up until now, Yu Zhongting only wanted to protect himself wisely, put aside the relationship, and even moved out the kindness of his ancestors and generations.

"Sovereign, I, Yu Zhongting, will never cover up the evildoer who insults the Hongjian sect. This monster is originally the resurrection of the wise spirit of heaven and earth, not my bloodline. My subordinates are incompetent. I have tried my best to teach them for many years, but I don't know that the nature of this monster is hard to change. Hiding evil intentions and doing such a mediocre act, please punish the suzerain."

Perhaps the pain has gone beyond the limit, and Yu Hansong can hardly feel anything.

Suddenly, without knowing when, Yu Zhongting had already stood in front of Yu Hansong.

"Snapped"!

The heavy slap with spiritual power hit Yu Hansong's half of the cheek without magic patterns.

A molar fell to the ground along with the mouthful of blood that Yu Hansong spit out.The tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth, and his ears were slowly bleeding.

Sharp tinnitus entered his head, and Yu Hansong completely lost half of his already dull hearing.

Even if the hazy voice exploded in my ears, it sounded as far away as it came from outside the sky.

"Evil barrier! Tell me, who is it with? "

Yu Hansong turned his head and looked in Zhuo Yingtian's direction blankly.

The person who made him look like this never raised his head, and never defended him with a single word.

Zhuo Yingtian hid in the crowd, with his head down, but he was a shrinking turtle through and through.

Beyond the time and space of the old memories, Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness was in front of Han Song, wishing that those insults and punches would fall on him.

He, Xuan Zifeng, was killed and a sinner, even if it was such a humiliation, it could be considered that a person who has done many evils deserves what he deserves.

But his little master is not!

He is not the one who practiced evil methods, nor was he the one who swindled the Lord.Little Master has never done anything bad, never harmed anyone, he is so good, so good, why do you treat him like this?

Yu Hansong's heart was already cold.

In his confusion, he didn't know what was going on, he just felt that the outside world was constantly roaring, crushing his soul and body.

Suddenly, a wave of spiritual power came into his head, forcing Yu Hansong's consciousness back to the unbearable reality.

"Yu Hansong, are you convicted?" The suzerain's voice echoed in the snowy sky.

The center of the Martial Arts Field is covered with blood-tainted thin snow, stacked to depict traces of dragging and instruments of torture.

He smiled.

"The disciple knows that the evil method violates the sect's rules, and there is no way to distinguish it. But the disciple is a sacrifice, and he was also harmed by others. He did not harm others with this evil method. I hope the suzerain will learn from him."

However, Zongmen would not listen to the words of a lucky man like him.

He couldn't hear the sound of the outside world at all.

He had no choice but to kneel there and cry out weakly and tearing.

"Heaven and earth are clear lessons. Although this disciple is ashamed of the sect's teachings, he has treated everyone, everything, and every plant and plant in the sect wholeheartedly for many years. The world can prove it. I, Yu Hansong, have a clear conscience!"

The other loose molar was completely broken due to clenching his teeth hard during the speech, Yu Hansong turned his head and spit out the half of the tooth together with the blood.

"Staying in the sect without shame. I will return everything the sect gave me, so as not to tarnish the reputation of the sect! From now on, I, Song Yun, will no longer be a member of the Hongjian sect."

As soon as this remark came out, all the disciples were in an uproar.

Regardless of the commotion around him, Song Yun wept blood every word.

"The surname and first name shall be returned to the sect and the family. Only this name is taken by me, and the rest of my life is reserved for the sect and for the scolding of the world! The martial arts and money bestowed by the sect will not be taken away. ! This body of martial arts bestowed by the sect should also be returned, and Song Yun will use his own hands and feet, and he will never use Hongzheng swordsmanship!"

After all, Song Yun blasted away the remaining wisdom of heaven and earth in his dantian with secret methods, and squeezed out spiritual power from his dried-up body.

The executioner was shocked by the violent spiritual power.

Under the flying snow all over the sky, Song Yun used spiritual power as a blade to cut off his tendons one by one.

Left hand, left foot, right foot.

In the end, when he picked his right hand, his spiritual strength was exhausted, and he insisted on picking it three times before he could barely break his tendons.

Song Yun, who had a broken tendon in his limbs, no longer covered his body.He straightened his waist, knelt on the martial arts arena, and kowtowed heavily in the direction of the suzerain Zhuo Buqun.

"From today onwards, Song Yun has nothing to do with Hong Jianzong, and has severed all ties with the young master Zhuo Yingtianen."

Everyone froze in place.

No one expected that Song Yun would act like this, breaking his limbs, abolishing his martial arts, and leaving the sect.

Supported by the remaining spiritual power, Song Yun stood up staggeringly, and left naked like this.

For a time, no one dared to stop.

"and many more!"

The suzerain Zhuo Buqun shouted.The spiritual shock spread from his feet.

Song Yun originally used the remaining spiritual power to support his body, so he couldn't maintain his figure at all, and rolled down the martial arts stage like a gourd.

"A mere evil person still has the face to talk nonsense!" Zhuo Buqun snorted coldly, "Return to the family and sect? How can you pay back the kindness of nurturing with just a few words? Yu Hansong, you heard clearly. It was Hong Jianzong who expelled him. You scoundrel, there is no reason why you think you have walked out of the Hongjian sect in a cool way! Someone, take it down!"

Song Yun was detained by the executioner again, and pressed on the cold ground of the Martial Arts Field.

Hong Jianzong would not even give him the last bit of decency.

"Whoever sleeps with a man will be treated as a face tattooed with black ink, cut two catties and five taels of flesh, and will be expelled from the Hongjian sect. If you practice evil ways and go crazy, there is no place to tattoo your face with magic patterns all over your body, so that's all. The punishment of flesh-cutting should be done immediately, as a warning to others."

When the punishment knife was gouging out flesh and blood from Song Yun's body, Xuan Zifeng's consciousness had reached its limit.

The anger with nowhere to vent, the rampant despair and the sour heartache almost tore Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness apart.

Drinking Blade Throat, Heart Devouring Curse, Soul Slicing, Live Necrotic Bone...

With the killing intent in his mind, Xuan Zifeng couldn't restrain himself from recalling all the sorcery that he knew, looking for the most painful way to die, and killing Zhuo Buqun, Zhuo Yingtian, Yu Zhongting and the like.

He has never been more crazy than he is now.

The white snow that covered the entire fantasy world appeared abnormal, and slowly became light red, and then completely turned blood red as the storm swept through.

The crystal-clear snowflakes melted and turned into a sea of ​​iron-stained blood, hitting the boundary of the illusion in the murderous intent.The whole world trembled violently, almost collapsing.

Xuan Zifeng's consciousness was about to be torn apart in the turmoil, as if he had been slashed on the head by thousands of battle axes.

at this time……

The cool spiritual power hovered around Xuan Zifeng's body, and enveloped him with incomparable warmth, isolating the boiling and turbulent sea of ​​blood.

The cedar fragrance faintly coming from the tip of the nose relieved the pain of the consciousness.The comforting spiritual consciousness melted into Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness little by little, repairing the cracks in Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness that Xuan Zifeng himself hadn't noticed.

In the roaring sea of ​​blood, if there is a seemingly invisible spiritual power that maintains the stability of the master of the spiritual energy, the precarious illusion can be maintained.

Suddenly, the scarlet sea waves stopped as if they had been immobilized, but they refused to be completely fixed in place.The droplets of blood were suspended in the air, moving slowly along the original trajectory.

In a moment of tranquility, Xuan Zifeng seemed to see the long pine and snow-like back through the redness.

The light of the spirit stone lamp lights up the room at night, and the nib of the dip pen is filled with vermilion in the ink bottle, and falls on the paper for correction.It was the night when Mr. Songyun was in Shenmu School. He was quiet and indifferent during the manuscript and homework. When he was tired, he got up to drink tea and enjoy the flowers.

This is the quiet corner of his bustling, hustle and bustle, turbulent life, with the scent of ink, tea, flowers and plants, and a long, deep and long wisp of cedar.

——The sea of ​​blood is filthy, I'm afraid it will stain the sleeves of Master.

Xuan Zifeng's consciousness gradually stabilized.

The huge waves subsided, and the blood faded.

The white snow rises with the wind, and then quietly disperses.