[Thunderbolt] By asking why the world came

, probably so.

The son of the sun who is high above may never understand his thoughts, but he also does not want to know more about that person...

That's all right...

he thinks.

Let yourself end up on the battlefield once again.

But this time, he didn't want to lose his beloved again.

After a while, Qianye broke the silence: "Why did you suddenly break into the house?"

"I wanted to bid farewell to Yixie."

Hearing this, Legend of Qianye was stunned again for no reason: "Where do you want to go? Without my order, you are not allowed to go."

"...Yes." Zhang Kong was slightly taken aback, but he couldn't refute at all.

Immediately, the room between the two became quiet, and there was a suffocating silence again.

Legend of Qianye knew that the thoughts of the person in front of him began to drift to the heavy snow outside the window as usual, and the outside was dark and dull.

His gaze had never stayed on him before, and he was probably the only one in the whole clan.

The fine and long eyelashes lined a fan-shaped shadow under the eyelids.He couldn't understand why every time he saw this person in front of him, there was always only an indifferent look on his face, an indifferent response, and even... he didn't even care about his own life.

Yes, don't care, don't care if your hands are healed, don't care if you're born again.

Everything I do.In the eyes of that person, it seems that they are insignificant. What exactly does that person care about?

If possible, he wanted to see only himself in those indifferent eyes...

Silence poured in like night, filling the short gap, a metallic chill suddenly invaded consciousness, and only then did Qianye realize the sword in his hand.

Under the candlelight, the color of the sword was faintly overflowing with clear light.

Before traveling through mountains and rivers, I just wanted to find a guardian sword that fit the person in front of me, just for a promise, and...

——An obsession in my heart.

"There will be a big battle tomorrow, and it's time for you to do your duty for the sun-blind people." Chiba Legend turned and handed it over.

Zhang Kong took it in response, and the moment he touched it, the icy cold temperature made him tremble.

Staring at the long sword in his hand, it was bright and shining, with a sharp edge, and his intuition for many years told him: This magical weapon must have an extraordinary origin and is hard-won.

When he raised his eyes, the clear eyes were staring at him, as if in the always cold and arrogant eyes, he saw a kind of heat in the ice - it was a kind of precipitation after embers, carrying indifference and another kind of expectation , so complicated that he couldn't tell the difference.

In an instant, it was hazy and chaotic, and the promises that had been made seemed to be lightly clasped and asked in the heart.

Who is unwilling to let go easily?

And who was the one who let go?

His hand holding the sword did not move, but the moment when the wrong hand touched each other, it reminded him a lot, before that life and death.

The fingertips of the lotus at the other end are ice; the palm at this end is warm, and a strange temperature flows through the fingertips, just like the cloud and moon in the sky suddenly covered by dark mist, the cold enters the heart, burns into the heart, melts instantly, and stimulates the spirit in an instant...

It was the disappointment of the past, but it was also the promise of the past. No matter what, it was the other party who earned another chance.

"Tomorrow at five o'clock, all the way to the southwest, don't let me down." Legend of Chiba stopped talking, handed in the gun, and then turned around and said, "Swing the sword for me well."

"The sun..." Suddenly, Zhang Kong wanted to say something more.

With the sound of the door being closed, it was too late, and the unfinished sound could only be swallowed back by force.

It seemed that there was still the cold fragrance that passed by just now in the room, the fragrance was cold, but it was scorching hot, which made him feel piercing for a while.

At this moment, the gun in the hand seems to be extremely heavy, pulling the consciousness, making people feel confused: after losing everything, is the battlefield the only thing left?

I don’t know when, the wind and snow have already stopped, the warm morning sun rises, and the dazzling light shines into the house. The sky adapts to the sunshine that has never been directly felt. In the sight covered by the strong light, the distant mountains outside the window seem to be stained. A layer of bright red, like billowing wolf smoke...

The scenery of Qianzhuwu always hides many smoky mysteries, which no one can solve.

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☆、Chapter [-]: Sinking Blood and Residual Flowers

Chapter Two

At five o'clock, the sun rises in the east.In the past, the sea of ​​pure and holy learning was boundless, but today it is clouded with battle clouds.

In the backlight, two figures stood in Donggao Garden, only the faint sound of the wind remained; while outside Donggao Garden, there were fierce killing sounds.

"I should have expected it earlier, I shouldn't have underestimated you!"

In the garden, Dongfang Yi, Xuehai's teaching director, let out a cold snort, and stared at Legend of Qianye sternly.

He should have known earlier that the person in front of him was not a dragon in a pond.

Hearing the sound of fighting outside the garden, Dongfang Yi knew that his calculations had failed, and that the Xuehai disciples he had arranged had been counterattacked by the sun-blind people, so he couldn't help but feel angry.

He expected that the sun-blind people couldn't see during the day, so he wanted to hold a banquet so he set up a suspicious formation, confused the time, and then took advantage of the delay of the sun-blind people's return journey, to catch them all.

As everyone knows, all kinds of scheming, in the end, the chess is missing.After thousands of calculations, it can't be counted that the sun-blind people are no longer afraid of the sun!

"As I said before, I have been deployed to the middle game, and the master just started the game. I have more than one lead!"

At this moment, the dawn is thin and bright, like fog and mist.

Qianye Chuanqi smiled slightly, in his handsome and majestic expression, there was a faint murderous aura that could not be resisted, and the Tianxiao long sword in his hand could lift the sky.

With a sound of "please move", Tian Xiao's sword light instantly forced the cold, and the cold light on his face made Dongfang Yi's heart shudder, and he rushed out!

The two figures intertwined, and the battle lasted only a short time, but there were countless changes.In an instant, Qiushui's sharp blade sank seven points above his wrist, but he attacked straight ahead!

Seeing that Fang Fu was playing cards unreasonably, Dongfang Yi was slightly taken aback, turned around and pointed to catch three arrows, and dashed through the air with a move of "Guan Tian Yu Sun", unexpectedly the sword was moving fiercely, and it was instantly transformed into one. , Block the second, hit the third!When the murderous intent was invisible, he unexpectedly swiped from the side in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Yi said in his heart: "What a dangerous move!" He stepped forward and staggered in time, but the wind from that end of the sword swayed like a river, oppressing It was so big that he immediately retreated a few steps, dripping with cold sweat!

——Dongfang Yi is conscious, this is a battle of life and death.

Shouting loudly in a deep voice, Dongfang Yi poured all his energy into Yuan Gong, stepped in the air, and then used extreme moves, intending to use Xingri arrows to lock the enemy's shadow and focus his mind.Unexpectedly, a sudden turn of events happened, Legend of Qianye actually had the image of an evil god on his body, and immediately used his strength to break free, smashing the arrow and smashing the bow!

Dongfang Yi was hit hard by this, he was drenched in blood, and immediately ran away, but Legend of Qianye only chased for a moment, but did not kill them all.

Because, someone who should take care of his life will take care of himself, and if he is introduced by force, he doesn't need to be too decisive.

"It's also a boring game." Legend Chiba said calmly as he put the sword back into its sheath, watching the fleeing figure while the breeze was blowing through the hairband on the crown.

This game had been expected, it came and went quickly, he really felt bored.

Suddenly, a burst of icy frost filled the air, caressing the side of the cheek, there was a familiar indifference in the cold.Qianye Legend is sensitive, looking back suddenly, the scene flashed by him like a flash of wind, thousands of tree shadows clattered and disappeared, and finally, only the back shadowed by the tree shadows in the distance was frozen -

There is the southwest, in the cold battlefield, the corner of the man's red robe is gradually disappearing from sight.

The world seemed to be silent, I don't know what kind of feeling was touched, the suffocation that suddenly pulled the heart was churning, Qianye stroked his chest lightly, only thought that maybe it was the influence of taking away the blood and using the true energy.

He was still watching, only separated by layers of emerald green tree shadows, very deep.

However, the person who left in the distance is unknown, and between the cracks in the heavy forest, there is a pair of deep gazes, those clear eyes are like glass, and the obsessive meditation without impurities seems to melt the remaining snow and ice .

Legend of Qianye didn't know what he was looking at or thinking about.

But he knew that that person would not look back, and he would never look back at himself who was far away from the heavy forest.

Chizi, his eyes are clear, but unfortunately, he doesn't know how to feel.

Just staring blankly without emotion, after a long time, he waved his sleeves, resolutely leaving the lush forest.

Where the lotus fragrance passed by, the hexagonal ice crystals that were gently floating in the air gradually dispersed.

There is an emotion that you can't get if you want it, because, as smart as him, even that feeling is difficult to analyze clearly.

Then, seeing and not seeing is just a kind of gazing, the obsession in the shadow of the tree...

***

The autumn morning is warm and warm.

It was only an hour before the fierce battle, but the sun-blind people were still immersed in an atmosphere of ecstasy, welcoming the first dawn in their lives.

They laughed, sang, and enjoyed the feeling of being in the sun.

Legend of Qianye was standing on the high platform of the Night Palace, leaning on the pavilion pillar behind him, holding a sun wheel, and looking at the lively ethnic groups gathered outside.

The view here is excellent, but the location is not exposed.Most of the time, he likes to stand against the wind here and observe the changes in the sky alone.

Underneath, the people of the ethnic group are singing happily, and the loud and clear singing is clear and beautiful, as if they can infect each other with that joy.Qianye just listened quietly, although he didn't know the suffering of sun blindness he had suffered for many years, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the joy.

But what the people need, he will give.

Because he is their god.

If the sun-blind people need it, he will take responsibility.

After watching for a long time, there was still something missing in the crowd, Qianye glanced sensitively, and an old voice broke the silence behind him.

"Son of the Sun, now that the Xuehai War is over, today's yin and moon at Zishi is the most important yin and moon festival for the sun-blind people over the years."

The person who came was the High Priest, she was usually in charge of the sacrifices in the clan, she was the most respected old man in the clan, at this moment she was the only one who could find the Son of the Sun here, seeing him thinking about it, I had to respectfully ask for instructions later.

"Do you have any questions?" Without turning around, the morning sun fell on the figure, reflecting the slender back.

"The old man thinks...do we need to expand the celebration of the Yinyue Festival? Firstly, the son of the sun can personally lead our clan to stand under the sun again; secondly, just now, the victory in the battle of Xuehai boosted the morale of our clan... ..."

Thinking about the battle of Xuehai, the high priest couldn't help but smile.Under the planning of the Son of the Sun, this battle was planned twice in a row, and the sun-blind people won a complete victory.This unprecedented moment of elation has brought the people's trust in the Son of the Sun to the highest point.

She thought that Son of the Sun would also agree to this proposal, but unexpectedly, she got a short response:

"No, it's easy."

"Uh..." the high priest hesitated after hearing this.

Outside the Night Palace, there was still a lot of voices and a lively atmosphere.

"The battle is over, let the people have a good rest, and don't need to work hard. But remember, keep three squads and one patrol three miles away, and beware of the enemy." The precise order is the same as before, Chiba Legend waved: "There is no you here things, go down!"

"Yes..." The high priest backed away as he said, and before he walked a few steps, he suddenly heard the Son of the Sun asking behind him:

"High priest, is the sky back?"

The high priest froze for a moment, this was the second time Son of the Sun asked the same question within three hours.

The voice couldn't guess the emotion, so she could only reply respectfully: "Son of the Sun, after the war, the sky has never returned."

"Well, he is..." Hearing this, Legend of Chiba raised his eyebrows, but stopped what he said, and quietly clenched the sun wheel in his hand.

Right now, the situation in the martial arts world is determined, and it is time for the sword in the man's hand to cut open a piece of heaven and earth for him.

However, that sword was not in his heart.

Perhaps, he should have expected that the direction that the person left during the battle just now was never the sun-blind people.

So far, what is he still wandering about?

"Son of the Sun?" The high priest suddenly felt a bit of displeasure in Son of the Sun's deliberately prolonged murmur, but he didn't dare to ask further questions.

"High Priest, please send someone to find him back." Qianye Chuanqi closed his eyes and said coldly:

"Also, pass on the order on my behalf. At the Yinyue Festival, no one can be absent!"

"...Yes." The high priest obeyed and left.

"There are always too many unnecessary fetters around you!" Biting her lower lip, Legend of Chiba glanced at the gap in the crowd below, and hurriedly withdrew her sleeves and left, leaving behind the shadow of the Night Hall against the backdrop of the long day ...

If you always don't know how to choose, then let me help you choose.

***

This is an ordinary mountain col, the sky is as blue as washing, and the light fragrance of flowers floats in the forest, attracting some birds to hover endlessly.

In the grass, I saw a woman wearing a light green jacquard satin skirt, with a delicate appearance and outstanding temperament, I could tell at a glance that she was an extraordinary woman.

She was bending over to take care of it, clearing the weeds beside the tombs.

Not long ago, this place was called "Loyalty Village", and these deceased were all friends she met after she came to the difficult situation.

Yes, originally, she was not a person in a difficult situation, but came from the misty realm of consciousness.

In the disaster not long ago, she escaped the catastrophe because of the friends here who swore to protect each other to the death. As everyone knows, these friends ended up in disaster...

In the past, in the world of consciousness, everyone was mostly alone, cold and affectionate.However, this Zhongyi Village is quite different. Although they are inconspicuous,

But he has a chivalrous heart; even if his martial arts are not high, he will do anything he wants.

They are loyal and righteous, and their name is not in vain; but those who survive in vain can only suddenly feel sad for them.

Su Ling stroked the green tomb of the stone tablet lightly, suppressing her sadness, memories flooded her mind.She and her eldest brother have not been in the world for a long time, but the warmth and sorrow and joy of each moment in Zhongyi Village are vivid in my mind.

When worshiping, those clear green eyes couldn't help but stay in front of a grave for a while.

On the grave, the name "Drunk Boy" is engraved.

Zuizai doesn't have a name, even Zuizai is a title given to him by his friends in Zhongyi Village because he is good at drinking.

She remembered the first time she saw the drunk boy, it was in the dark sky, the man was dressed in unruly attire, with infinite depression in his indifferent expression, with a jug of never-ending wine in his hand, he anesthetized himself one after another, one brick at a time. Another brick builds a house that will never be built.

He always uses spirits to cut off communication with others, and uses silence to block other people's concern.

It's a pity that he himself is not drunk.

The people in Zhongyi Village have compared wine with him hundreds of times, but always: everyone is drunk, but he alone is sober.

However, under the seemingly desolate appearance, there is actually a pair of indifferent eyes that are clearer and clearer than anyone else.

Su Ling didn't know why Zuizai always wanted to build a house, and she didn't know why this house was always built and then collapsed.

But she knew that there were many secrets hidden deep in his heart, and he never wanted to tell them.

Just like the house that can never be built, what makes it impossible to build is the person, the heart, and the fate.

It's like he has amazing martial arts strength but let it be useless; it's like he has a kind and righteous heart but let it be depressed.

She didn't know how painful the past was, enough to make a person give up on himself.

Like a beautiful jade that is willing to be dusty, she has to pay attention to him and be reluctant to part with him.

But everything seemed to be too late, and she didn't have time to understand his story...

The death of Zui Zai was different from others, she had found out that he died at the hands of Ming Zhu Qiu Xia, the best friend of her life.

These two are life and death friends, they have saved each other's lives, but in the blink of an eye they are facing each other with swords, no one can believe it.

When the bad news came, she sighed for his untimely death and mourned for his misfortune.

There are white heads that are as new, but they can be covered as before; there are white prime ministers who know, but they still face each other with swords.

How extreme and contradictory is that?

Maybe there are all kinds of love and hatred, grievances and resentments in the world, and there are many others that she can't understand.

The cool autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves roll on the ground, making a rustling sound.Su Ling lightly held a handful of dust and let the dust blow away with the wind, her eyes were reddened.Once again, she felt that the impermanence of this world is only a blink of an eye, and the graves are erected in the blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, just when Su Ling was feeling sad, she didn't notice a familiar footstep approaching behind her. That footstep was silent and steady, and she wanted to move forward but stopped.

The master of the footsteps is hesitating.

In the past, when Taohua got married, he chose to kill himself.

Facing Mingzhu Qiuxia's Leng Jian, he hesitated with the sword in his hand, and in the end, he still couldn't save Taohua.

Therefore, he couldn't grasp anything and could only let it disappear from his hands.

But what is lost cannot be recovered after all.

Now, being able to grasp the only remaining possession is right in front of you.

In the last step, he stood firm.

It seemed that there was a feeling in her heart. When the breeze was blowing, Su Ling just turned around and looked, but she was so surprised that she couldn't speak——

"Drunk...drunk boy? You...are you still alive?"

She couldn't believe her eyes, but the person in front of her was so real. Su Ling stared for a moment, feeling sad and happy:

"You... are you here to see them?"

He nodded, not knowing whether it was pain or sadness between his words, he clasped his hands tightly and said:

"I have only you left."

Changkong knew that he was late.

When he returned to the sun-blind tribe, when he left with Peach Blossom, he had no way to grasp anything more.

However, since he has been chosen to be reborn, even if his heart dies, he is willing to keep it.

His true love and best friend are gone, only the people and things here are left, which he can no longer lose.

Because, he has very little left...

Su Ling suppressed her emotional agitation, nodded her head slightly, no matter how much she said, she could only choke in her throat, unable to utter a sound.In this world, the vicissitudes and changes of the world make people's hearts full of emotions. Only when they meet the old people can they get a bosom friend for salvation.

At this moment, on the horizon, the sky is clear and the clouds are white, and the distant mountains are like Daisy.

Perhaps it is time to finish the house that will never be built.

Although, they never expected that the short-lived possession was still so fragile...

***

In the moonlit night, clouds and mists smudged the sky, outside the night hall, a wooden clock rang suddenly, and the time had come, and the sacrificial dance slowly danced with the moonlight.

What resounded in my ears were prayers passed down from generation to generation, starting tonight's Yinyue Festival.

Washing Jingjia, the fragrance is here.God listens to it, and uses it to receive blessings.

Yu Mu Junzhe, Weiqing Jixi.Serious things show match, always speak spiritual thinking.

"Chased by the sun spirit, pityed by the moon god, half of the time, half of the whirling, returned by the night clan, and the shady land grows on its own, may the sun and the moon unite brightly..."

Although after a hundred years, they have long been unable to know the meaning of the congratulatory speech in detail, but they know that it has become a belief, representing the continuation of the light of life of the sun-blind people; the people representing the night people gathered here, symbolizing the indomitable unity.

There is a solemn and peaceful image around the Night Palace, which makes people solemn.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of panic fighting outside!

"Who are you, don't get in... ah!"

Before the words were finished, there was a bang, and a member of the ethnic group screamed "Hey beak, and was thrown into the hall by five flowers, wailing again and again, blocking the progress of the sacrificial music ceremony!

"Who are you, how dare you act recklessly!" The quick-responsive tribesmen immediately became alert, armed with weapons, and surrounded the silver-black phantom who was making trouble for no reason. Seeing that the two sides were about to explode——

"stop!"

Suddenly, a figure outside the hall slowly walked in, with a strong breath.

"Son of the Sun!"

Seeing this, the ethnic groups saluted one after another.Unexpectedly, the troublemaker woman was unmoved, suddenly a silver wire slashed past her eyes, as fast as a thunderbolt!But the shadow is fast, Chiba's reaction is faster, the eyes flashed, the sleeves of the clothes fluttered, the sun wheel in the hand was the first to control the enemy's machine, he swiped nimbly, twisted, kneaded, pulled, and turned, and immediately entangled the enemy's way!

"Drink—" All of a sudden, only a female voice was heard yelling, and the silver thread seemed to be alive in an instant, and it circled back by itself, like a cunning and dexterous multi-headed snake shadow!Seeing this, Qianye turned sideways to disappear, and flung out a palm lightly, reflecting the glass beads flying brilliantly on the tassels on his body, amidst the chaotic rays of light, referring to the strength of luck, the silver thread of life had been sealed, and he fell with confidence!

However, after a momentary swipe, the people on the side already had lingering fears. Seeing that the visitor had been restrained by the Son of the Sun, they hurriedly clamored:

"Who the hell are you to be rude to the Son of the Sun!"

"Ha!" I saw the woman in front of me wearing a strong outfit, and the evil lines on her body were particularly enchanting. She held the silver thread tightly in her hand and faced it without fear. She turned her head and said, "Even I don't recognize you, how dare you Call yourself a sun-blind tribe?"

Qianye Legend raised his eyebrows, looked up and down, and said firmly:

"It's you, Yinjue."

"Unexpectedly, the son of the sun recognizes me, so you are qualified!" Yin Jue said, and the two sides agreed to accept the entanglement.

"How could Qianye not know the guard next to the saint in the past?" Chiba Legend stared at her with clear eyes:

"You made a move today, there must be a reason."

Just now, Qianye knew the skills of martial arts, and the person in front of him was the guard beside the saint in the past.I heard that this person used to be a sister to the saint, and now he came to disrupt the ceremony, so it is not difficult to guess his intention.

"I said, this sacrifice shouldn't have been done." Sure enough, Yin Jue snorted and said, "Although the saint has been away from the sun-blind people for many years, isn't the sacrifice she made for the sun-blind people not enough? Now that she is dead, You should show affection for her!"

"According to the family rules, the Yinyue Festival is the biggest event of the year. In the past, even if the saint was absent, it was still held. The importance of the festival is self-evident." Chiba Legend has a clear mind and is not strict and pretentious: "Even if you are dissatisfied, this is not a reason What's more, this year's sacrificial ceremony has also been simplified, do you have any objections?"

"Hmph, you have a reason." Yin Jue smiled coldly:

"Actually, I want to ask more, why can't the dignified son of the sun save the saint?"

This question was like thunder!Everyone present was silent for a moment, with different thoughts.

What is involved in the saint is not only the past love and hatred of the sun-blind people, but also the pain in the hearts of the people; for the son of the sun who was born not long ago, those pasts are only known to the surface, not to understand the waves.

But Legend of Qianye understands that the death of the saint is a blow that the clansmen dare not speak out... It is also the biggest blow to that person.

To oneself, it is the most direct doubt.

He just looked at the woman in front of him coldly, without any expression change.

The high priest beside him heard Yin Jue's disrespectful words, he couldn't help stamping his cane on the ground, and said angrily, "Yin Jue, don't be rude to the Son of the Sun!"

"It doesn't matter." Chiba Legend raised his hand to stop the impulsive footsteps of the high priest, but he was not angry: "I respect those who are capable."

"Hey, thanks to your love," Yin Jue was full of arrogance, looked around, suddenly found something, sneered a few times, and said sarcastically: "Look, I'm curious that you haven't even returned to the eternal sky that you valued. It's a waste of me I still want to find him today."

"Yinjue you—" the high priest couldn't breathe in anger, trembling all over.

Yin didn't take it seriously, and his smile was even more dazzling: "Mother of the saint, are you angry? If you hadn't forced the saint to marry someone else, would he have run away? As the pusher of the tragedy, you should be the last You are not qualified to speak." She said, then turned to face Chiba Legend, looked up and down and said: "As for you, I will observe, my attitude will be reserved for the death of the saint, please!"

After saying that, Yin Jue swaggered away again arrogantly.

"Silver..."

The sudden commotion brought the atmosphere of the ceremony to a standstill, but Yin Jue's words just now still echoed in his ears, making the high priest feel ashamed.

In the past, the tragedies of the Holy Maiden, the Sky and the Sunblind Race were indeed caused by her. This is an irreparable regret, and she rarely mentions it deliberately.Now being questioned by Yin Jue in public has made her lose face, but it cannot be denied that she should indeed take responsibility for what happened back then.

The past was unbearable, the high priest sighed, turned around and said tremblingly:

"Son of the sun, Yinjue has such a nature, it really shouldn't be..."

But Chiba Legend has already seen it all at a glance, so he doesn't say much: "Today's matter, press it for the time being."

Just when everyone thought that the commotion had subsided, suddenly, the people who had been sent to search for people earlier reported urgently:

"Son of the Sun, I heard that there was a fierce battle between Eternal Sky and Ye Xiaochai!"

One wave of Fang Ping, one wave after another, Chiba Legend, who was about to turn around, suddenly heard the words and asked:

"In Zhongyi Village?"

"Yes!"

The people who returned raised their heads, as if seeing the Son of the Sun trembling slightly, they couldn't help being slightly surprised.

"The Sky—"

In an instant, the deep and icy voice hadn't finished yet, but the figure had disappeared. Everyone looked at each other in astonishment. No one knew that this year's Yinyue Festival had so many twists and turns.

"Everyone continue to worship!" The high priest reacted first, and ordered: "This is the tradition of our family, complete it."

Everyone responded, restrained their doubts, and continued to separate their heads, leaving only the high priest's hunched back standing in the moonlight.

She could feel that even after Wanguchangkong became a traitor, Son of the Sun paid special attention to him.

Thinking of all the past, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion. A son of a rebel who was expelled by her in the past would be able to have endless entanglements with the Japanese blind people in the future. This was definitely something she had never expected.

She couldn't help raising her head to face the sky, feeling that the moonlight was as usual, but also cold.In the end, no matter how much you entangle, it can only turn into a long sigh: the world is like this, what is the reason?

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☆、Chapter [-]: Sinking Blood and Residual Flowers

***

I remember that day, it was a night of heavy rain, he rushed forward, and what met his eyes was the motionless and icy body.

The thunder illuminated the facts, and he leaned over and tremblingly let go of the clenched hand. In the rainstorm, there was no temperature and no breath, but he knew that the promise he had promised had not been fulfilled. How could this person leave him? and go?

He didn't know if the feeling was anger or something else, but he hated and rejected the emptiness.

For this reason, he made a deal with the doctor, healed his hands, and gave him his life... Even if there was a price to pay, he didn't care.

But he never expected that he would come back with an unconscious person on his back.

The difference is only one sword, otherwise the same mistakes will be repeated.

The scene of the incident was a mess, with broken trees and branches everywhere, devastated, and sharp and accurate sword incisions everywhere.

It can be imagined that the two people who were fighting at that time not only possessed superb skills in swords and swords, but also tried their best to die together.

If he hadn't acted in time, he might have lost his life again.

Again, not even life.

Is it worth it to act impulsively for a woman?

It is said that the woman was Su Ling, a former friend of Chang Kong in Zhongyi Village, who died at the hands of others for some reason. In anger, Chang Kong frantically tracked down the murderer, until he confronted Ye Xiaochai, the crazy sword idiot.

Being friends again, but also meaningless feelings, once again fettered his knife and sword, affecting Zhuo Jue's strength.

He doesn't like this feeling, he hates that someone besides him can control him.

"Once again, I saved you again."

Half dragged next to the person, step by step towards the future, Qianye didn't know what the weight was on his body, only knew that the weight of this person on his back was far less than the heavy and unsolvable heart lock in his heart... …

"If you don't lose enough, I will give you nothing to make you stronger!"

The setting sun was gloomy, dyeing the sky red, and the two people on the way home were stunned and awake, accompanied by speechless, but under the blood-red afterglow, a huge long loneliness was reflected.

***

As soon as they returned to the Sun Blind Clan, the ritual had long since ended, and everyone saw the Son of the Sun pushing Wan Gu Chang Kong back into his room with an ashen expression on his face, and they couldn't speak for a long time.

In the room, Qianye put the person on her bed, exerting some strength, but she didn't know what emotion was causing the trouble.

Staring at the thin face for a moment, Qianye suddenly felt a little familiar and a little strange, but he could only put his hands on it, and his thoughts were wandering.

In the whole family, only he violated his orders again and again.

He should have given up long ago, but always tolerated it.

Since he was born, he rarely encounters failures, but the relationship with this person always leads him to encounter the source of failures.

Using him is really my biggest obstacle.

What else could he do with him?

There is no need to hesitate whether to save or not, because he will not allow the person who has worked so hard to save him to die like this.

Concentrating on that face, Qianye took his pulse steadily, seeing that dead complexion, she felt a little unwilling.

At this moment, how good would it be if he had consciousness?

Every time I see him, I always feel depressed and indifferent, but I don't know how incomprehensible he is in the eyes of others?

The first time I probed, it was a floating and rootless pulse, like pressing on a green onion tube, qi deficiency and blood loss, and there was a state of defeat.

Chiba Legend frowned, condensed his fingertips, and used acupuncture to guide the blood stasis.In an instant, seven needles fell on key acupoints, followed the Governor Vessel, cut Renzhong, Cijiaojing, guided the Heart Meridian Jiquan, cut Hegu, and stimulated the meridian all the way. After a long time, the blood that had accumulated for a long time in Changkong's body finally flowed slowly out.

For a moment, as if seeing Changkong's fingertips moving slightly, Qianye couldn't help blurting out:

"The Sky—"

When the voice came out, he was slightly startled, he alone could make his emotions fluctuate.

However, just for that momentary movement, two hours passed, and the person was still awake.

After checking the pulse again, Qianye became clearer. There was something very strange about this disease. It wasn't that the treatment failed, but it was a problem of anesthesia.

I heard that four kinds of strange phenomena have occurred in Wulin recently, turning a blind eye, turning a deaf ear, ambiguous speech, distracted mind, and loss of three senses in the sky, obviously it is no different from what is said in it.

This unresolved symptom made Chiba Legend rarely pace up and down in the room.

The room was a bit dark, and a candlelight set off the shadows, highlighting the loneliness and stagnation.Qianye Chuanqi understood that if according to the common medical principles, if the energy is not awakened and the seven orifices are blocked, Changkong will probably lose blood and die.

Blood is an important element to maintain the lifeline, and now if we want to find an effective and life-sustaining method, there is only——

One way to cross the blood.

Qianye Legend's gaze landed on that thin, bloodless face...

His sword cannot be lost; his people cannot be lost.

I only want to continue my life at the moment, why ask for anything else?

But right now, his own blood happens to transcend the three realms and six realms, and does not belong to gods and demons, so only he can save his life...

With his mind set, Legend of Qianye made a decisive decision, summoned his Yuan Gong, and gave a soft drink, his own sword energy pierced his wrist in an instant, and red gurgling blood gushed out in an instant!

I saw the blood mist dispersed in the air, and actually filled the whole room, like a magnificent blood cloud, with a trace of lotus atmosphere, covering the person lying on the couch, finely introduced into Chang Kong's body from the needle end, until A dazzling red light glowed all over his body, recreating his vitality!

A large amount of sacrificed blood, with a strong bloody smell, flowed out continuously, testing patience.Qianye Legend didn't stop there, he watched the energy flow away with both eyes, until he succeeded in crossing the blood, he took several steps back!

The wound on the wrist is still gushing blood, and it hurts fiercely. Qianye held back the disordered breath, and stepped forward to watch the flow of blood, but unexpectedly, a violent pain swept over near the heart, pulling the Shaoyin Heart Meridian Along the way, Legend of Qianye was able to react in time, and used his fingers to control his own Jiquan, Shaohai and other roads, but he injured himself temporarily, his blood was surging, and with a muffled snort, the blood that was already lacking was poured all over the ground again!

"Ah!" The painstaking efforts of the past few days have been broken, and then the pulse is drawn again. You are a god, and even after a lot of wear and tear, you will finally eat back. There is a sign of vomiting sand when the spring is exhausted. pain.

Qianye Legend was aware of his own situation, so he could only sit down and rest his mind immediately, to stop the outbreak from spreading. After a while, the frantic walking and breathing like a sea of ​​tides in his body stabilized.

"Ha..." Laughed lightly, not sure if it was self-deprecating, or hated his own feeling, Qianye Chuanqi got up vainly, looked at the eternal sky that was temporarily out of danger, and was silent.

The dim candlelight danced lightly, reflecting on the sleeping face that gradually regained its blood color, but it showed Qianye's haggard paleness.

If the heart doesn't move, people don't move rashly, and if it doesn't move, it won't hurt; then, what if the heart moves?what was that like?

Chiba couldn't tell what kind of emotion was lingering in her heart at this moment, the tiredness that hadn't rested for days came silently, in her forced consciousness, she looked at the thin face with her eyes closed tightly, and then at the hands full of needles , subconsciously shook his hand gently.

It's such a simple desire to hold.

How many times had he been unable to hold these hands, this person?

He didn't understand why he couldn't let go of this person. He couldn't let go, but he didn't want to give up. Even if he was hurt by him, he was still willing to give it a try...

Although that person's heart is always indifferent and without God.His eyes are always looking at places he doesn't know, and his heart is ashamed.

As for myself, it was a joke to get a comatose person back with all this mental effort, and the remaining patience was also approaching a critical point...

Reluctant to let go.

Quietly, the candle tears fell silently until it burned out, and there was no more tears to shed.Qianye, who was leaning on the edge of the bed with her hand, finally fell into a deep sleep. In the dream of not knowing whether there was a dream, the lightly held hand