Embrace the blade

The voice sounded quite strange, it seemed distant and near, the source could not be discerned, it seemed virtual and real, but the words were clear, everyone was terrified and turned their heads to look around, only to see the vast mountains and forests.

"Over there!" Meng Sifan of the Tianmen Sect pointed to the distance. Although he was blinded by the poison, his eyesight was still sharp. He saw a vague figure standing on the top of a thin tree, and he couldn't see the specific shape clearly. The voice is not unfamiliar.

Shen Zhiyan couldn't help frowning: "...Qingyao?"

"What a good show?" The people next to him yelled loudly over his voice, "Didn't they say to let us go? The Demon Cult really has no faith at all!"

"Let you go?" Yin Huaishu chuckled, "If there was no such dedicated performance by Guardian Zuo, how could we lead you all up the mountain? This is the grave prepared for you."

The faces of all the Jianghu people suddenly changed, and they looked at Qi Zhaoxi suspiciously again.

Qi Zhaoxi also smiled, and said: "Yin Huaishu, instead of trying to sow discord on me, why don't you come and talk about how you got the position of the right protector?"

He didn't give Yin Huaishu a chance to respond at all, and continued directly: "Yi Buyi died, and the position of the right protector was vacant. You lost the biggest threat, but you also lost the only reliance. No matter the four hall masters Seniority or martial arts, it is not your turn to take this seat, the only possibility is that you have turned to the old leader."

"But since my identity has been exposed to the sect, the situation of the old leader is probably quite bad, even dead, and once the young master Pei Zhao takes power, you are worthless, and if you are on the wrong team, he will definitely not I will keep you, this is your last chance, take my head back to pay a job, otherwise you and your sister will die."

Qi Zhaoxi's voice paused, but he didn't hear a response, so he smiled and said, "Did I guess right?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiyan looked at the blurred figure in the distance in amazement.

"The young master knows people with his eyes, and he loves my brothers and sisters a lot. Don't worry about Zuo Dharma. You help me get rid of these righteous ways this time. After I become Muslim, I will naturally reward you." Yin Huaishu's tone was calm.

"Favour?" Qi Zhaoxi pondered over the word, "You dedicated your sister to Pei Zhao? Then her life would be worse than death."

Yin Huaishu didn't answer for a while, but he deliberately said: "But she's blind, and her life is unnecessary. Congratulations, you finally made up your mind to get rid of this burden."

Jiang Li couldn't help but glance at Qi Zhaoxi, who gave him a comforting smile and motioned him to listen first.

"Qi Zhaoxi," Sure enough, when Yin Huaishu's voice sounded again, it was cold, "You are looking for death."

Qi Zhaoxi laughed out loud, causing the wound on his collarbone to throb with pain: "Guardian Yin, don't talk about asking for a reward for me?"

"I will cut off your head with my own hands and take it as a reward."

Qi Zhaoxi looked around, feeling more and more strange: "It's been too long, what are you waiting for?"

Yin Huaishu let out a "huh" and said instead, "Aren't you curious why this place was chosen as your grave?"

People from all walks of life are even more confused.

"The place he chose? Didn't we chase it ourselves?"

"Did Qi Zhaoxi collude with him? If not, then why did he choose him?"

Someone couldn't bear it anymore, and asked loudly: "Open the skylight and speak brightly, what do you mean?!"

"The poisonous mist is not effective, and the mountains are open, and it dissipated in a short time. Although you are paralyzed after inhaling it, you will recover on your own within an hour. You can detect such an obvious thing, don't you think I don't know? Would I be so foolish as to think I could get rid of all of you with no fuss?"

"I let you go, but Hall Master Yan Han leads people to stop you on the way forward, and I'm behind you. Besides going up the mountain and waiting for recovery, do you have any better options?"

"Exercising lightness kung fu on the road will consume your recovered strength. When you reach the mountain, your physical strength is exhausted, and you think you are out of danger, and you relax your vigilance. Isn't it a good time to fall into a trap?"

All the Jianghu people immediately became alert and searched around, trying to catch traces of traps on the withered grass and in the maple leaf forest.Jiang Li also looked around quickly, but turned his eyes away to find nothing, and looked at Qi Zhaoxi in puzzlement.

Although what Yin Huaishu said was reasonable, how could he expect Qi Zhaoxi and Jiang Li to choose the place to hide in such a huge mountain forest, and set up traps in advance?

"Playing tricks!" Meng Sifan snorted bitterly, remembering his revenge for being blind, once again grabbed the bow and arrow of the person next to him, without aiming, he used all his strength, pulled it full and shot it, the arrow flashed towards the blurred figure It flew away like electricity!

Shen Zhiyan was startled, unable to stop him in time, but saw that the arrow pierced through the figure easily, the figure flew up and down with the direction of the arrow, it turned out to be just a piece of clothing!

All the people in the rivers and lakes were shocked.

"How could it be?!" Jiang Lanze blinked vigorously, "I clearly saw a person standing there just now!"

"It's just a trick to attract your attention."

Yin Huaishu's voice sounded again, becoming more illusory and indistinguishable, echoing quietly in the fiery red maple forest, like a lingering ghost.

All the people in Jianghu couldn't help panicking, completely lost their direction, Qi Zhaoxi also suppressed his smile, and was about to speak out, only to hear Yin Huaishu say again:

"I guess you want to ask now, why do I have to spend my time explaining this to you..."

At this time, someone suddenly murmured: "It smells so good..."

"What does it taste like?"

"Winter is coming soon, are there any flowers blooming on the mountain?"

Accompanied by the successive voices, Qi Zhaoxi also smelled a faint fragrance, refreshing his heart. He trembled in his heart and shouted: "He is disturbing your mind, don't listen to his voice!"

However, it was too late, all the Jianghu people looked infatuated, their eyes lost their focus, and each of them became dazed, and fell into a daze one after another, unable to understand his words anymore.

Yin Huaishu continued: "...The time has come, this is effortless."

The dark fragrance became thicker, making people feel drowsy. Qi Zhaoxi held on to the last sliver of sobriety, endured the still aching wound, pinched Jiang Li's chin, met his eyes, and whispered: "Remember to call me?" my name."

Before Jiang Li could react, he felt that Qi Zhaoxi's eyes were vortexed, as if they were overwhelming, all the sounds of the scenery went away, and the fragrance lingering in his nose was suddenly so strong that it almost penetrated into the flesh and bones. In the blink of an eye, he fell into It was dark, and there was no light around him.

Anxiety and panic rose for no reason, Jiang Li was alone in the extreme darkness, when he stretched out his hand, he bumped into a cold stone wall.

His heart trembled, and then he vaguely heard the sound of fighting in the valley, and the stone chamber was empty, echoing the sound of his rapid breathing.

"Don't!" He rushed forward and beat the stone wall desperately, "I don't want to hide here!"

"Mom—! Let me out!"

After an unknown amount of time, the stone wall remained motionless, and he exhausted all his strength, only to have his hands ruptured and bleeding, and even his voice was hoarse.

He put his head against the stone wall and fell to his knees without strength, leaving only dead despair.

...and seems to have forgotten something.

Jiang Li slowly raised his head, only seeing endless darkness, but he seemed to be bewitched, and tentatively opened his mouth: "...Qi Zhaoxi?"

The name was knocked back by Shishi Youyou, but my heart skipped a beat suddenly. Something was running through my mind like a gossamer, and I couldn't catch it, but the strange feeling gradually became clear.

Jiang Li leaned on the wall and stood up, looked around in a daze, and asked, "Qi Zhaoxi?"

This time it was not empty, what answered him was a shrill and painful scream.

He turned around abruptly and crashed into a field of white light. After his eyes adjusted and he saw the picture in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but took a few steps back in shock.

In front of the numerous palaces and pavilions on the top of the mountain, the Prajna Sect members stood in a dense crowd, with different expressions, all of them staring up at the front.

There are three vermilion arches standing there. A middle-aged man is nailed to the top of the innermost arch. The iron nail pierces through his lute bone. It seems that all the bones in his body have been broken. His hands and feet are hanging limply. Countless crows Swirling around, pecking at the man's gutted chest and abdomen, blood clots and minced meat fell, sticky and scarlet, but the man was still alive, his eyes were protruding, and he let out inhuman screams intermittently.

Jiang Li resisted the churning in his stomach, looked away, and suddenly noticed a seven or eight-year-old boy in the front of the congregation lowering his head, his chest heaving violently, as if trying to restrain his retching, he closed his eyes forcefully , with a look of fear and pain.

Between the eyes and eyebrows, Qi Zhaoxi's shadow can be vaguely recognized.

Before Jiang Li could react, the woman next to the boy leaned over and hugged him tightly. She used her body to block the horrible scene in front of her, put her arms around the boy's head, and covered his ears.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it! Don't be afraid, with your mother here, no one dares to punish you!" The woman's side face was beautiful, and tears fell silently, "Good boy, it's my mother who is sorry for you...it is my mother who is sorry for you... "

Just in a blink of an eye, the boy elongated and became a kneeling young man. The woman just leaned against his arms, stretched out her hand and stroked his cheek repeatedly, blood kept spilling from the corners of her smiling lips, she stared at the young man's eyes Gradually he became lax, and said stubbornly: "Qiubai, look, our son has grown up so much..."

"Think about when you were just born, you were such a small ball, you didn't cry loudly, the little wolf cubs in the back mountain were stronger than you, and the Prajna Sect is a place that cannibalize people without spitting out bones. Mother thought you were here I couldn’t survive this religion, so I named you Chaoxi, always reminding myself not to expect too much. I didn’t expect you to grow up, to be so tall, handsome, and smart..."

"Mother is unwilling to let you be trapped in this devil's lair..."

The woman's voice gradually weakened, her hands fell down, and the skirt of her clothes was blood red.

The young man knelt and sat in the same place stiffly, still hugging her, with his head bowed, without moving or making a sound, as if he died together with her.

Jiang Li's heart tightened and he shouted loudly, "Qi Zhaoxi!"

"..." The young man moved, and turned his head slowly, with a bewildered expression he had never seen before.

Although his mind was muddled and he couldn't figure out the situation in front of him, he couldn't care about anything for a moment. Jiang Li strode forward, rushed forward, and hugged him with all his strength.

The moment he bumped into the warm body, an invisible barrier seemed to be broken, and chaotic and noisy voices rushed into his ears. Jiang Li opened his eyes and saw the fiery red maple leaf forest.

"This is..." Jiang Li gradually regained consciousness, only then did he remember when and where this was.

The body hugged by him was panting rapidly, as if just breaking free from a nightmare, Qi Zhaoxi raised her hand and strangled him almost viciously in her arms, with her chin pressed against his forehead.

"It's a charm," Qi Zhaoxi finally regained his breath. "It can shake the mind, make people fall into hallucinations, and even distort memories. We were tricked just now, and we were trapped in our most painful memories."

"The most painful..." Jiang Li was taken aback for a moment, and instead of asking, he put his palm on his back and patted it lightly, counting it as a small comfort.

The touch was like being gently licked by a little wolf cub. Qi Zhaoxi couldn't help laughing, rubbed Jiang Li's forehead hair, and calmed down completely, explaining: "The reason why the hallucination is difficult to break free is because of the memory. The scene in the movie is too realistic, so I hastily planted a hint for you, connecting our hallucinations together, and when the memories of both of them appear strange, the hallucinations will naturally be broken."

"Understood." Jiang Li turned his head and looked around. On the withered yellow grass surrounded by red leaves and maple forests, other Jianghu people had different postures. They were all in great pain, or fell to the ground screaming and rolling, as if being burned by fire, or Kneeling and trembling, begging for mercy, or crying bitterly, heartbroken.

The misery and pain in the world seem to be melted into one furnace.

Yin Huaishu's voice still echoed, because no one was talking to him, he was repeating a poem:

"You travel east to east, east to east, and east to east, and An De flies to the west wind.

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

The moon is dark, the stars are always bright.

Stay bright and wait for the moon to recover, and the three to five will be full. "

It is clearly a poem with deep affection, but he has a strange accent, and he insists on reading it with a sense of cold irony.

Jiang Li had no time to think, and was anxious: "How to wake them up?"

"External forces cannot forcibly decipher the enchantment, as long as Yin Huaishu is interrupted, they will wake up on their own in a short time."

"But we're not even sure where he is."

"It's not too far away, and it's not difficult to deal with." After confirming the other party's tricks, Qi Zhaoxi immediately became sure, "There are many ways to use charms, and looking directly at them is the most effective, just like what I did to you just now. However, using voice requires the listener's full concentration, and it also takes time to subtly influence, which is why he has been talking to us, and this kind of large-scale illusion is beyond Yin Huaishu's ability, there must be someone around him to assist, but The main force of the Prajna Sect is not here, otherwise they will fall into the charm of themselves."

Jiang Li nodded: "Then let's do it as soon as possible."

Qi Zhaoxi said: "Look for Second Young Master Shen first, my sword is still in his hand."

As soon as they decided to move, they walked around the struggling and crying Jianghu people all over the ground, and found Shen Zhiyan in a green robe under a blazing red maple tree.Qi Zhaoxi's saber fell to his feet. He closed his eyes and stood still with his palms empty, as if he was holding something precious. He was obviously in hallucinations, but his expression was peaceful, and there was a gentle smile on his lips. meaning.

Jiang Li looked at Qi Zhaoxi in surprise: "The memory he sees is different from others?"

Qi Zhaoxi thought about it, then suddenly turned her head and said, "Listen carefully."

In order to avoid getting caught again, Jiang Li has been deliberately ignoring the sounds in the forest. He heard that he calmed down and listened intently. He actually heard the sound of a flute, which was covered by Yin Huaishu's voice reciting poems.

"It's the person who assisted Yin Huaishu in performing his charms, and he finally showed his feet." Qi Zhaoxi smiled, picked up the sword, and then gave Shen Zhiyan a meaningful look, "Let's step back and pretend that we haven't shaken off the illusion yet." , wait and see."

Jiang Li seemed to understand something, and then backed up to the original spot, and glanced at Shen Zhiyan who was standing still with a smile on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at the plump belly porcelain bottle in his hand. The blue liquid inside was slightly rippling, and he couldn't help asking again: "Do you really want to give it to me?"

At dusk, the Qingshan faction rang the evening bell, and a melodious sound came. The light of the setting sun fell through the window, and the faces of the people in front of them were reflected warmly.

Qingyao couldn't help laughing: "The gadgets used to wash clothes and wash blood are not expensive, so why are you so happy?"

Shen Zhiyan squeezed the cork tightly, held it in the palm of his hand, and said, "Didn't you make this bottle after a long time of research, why is it not expensive?"

"It's not research, it's reminiscence." Qingyao tapped his temple, "I must have used this thing often, I'm too familiar with it, and I always feel that if I don't clean up the blood, it will kill me."

"Can you remember something?"

Qingyao thought hard for a while, and finally shook his head: "No, I can't remember anything." He looked at Shen Zhiyan, and smiled again, "Do you want me to remember, or do you want me to never remember? ?”

"I naturally hope that you will remember the past as soon as possible and stop worrying about it." Shen Zhiyan explained immediately, but after a pause, he looked at Qingyao's expression and added, "But it doesn't matter if you can't remember it all the time. "

Qingyao raised his eyebrows, staring at him with a half-smile, his eyes gradually narrowed.

Shen Zhiyan avoided his gaze, and quickly changed the subject: "I see that you are bored, it just so happens that the sect has nothing to do recently, I will accompany you down the mountain for a walk in two days, do you have any places you want to go?"

Qingyao didn't intend to let him go like this, and asked, "Why are you so kind to me?"

Shen Zhiyan was uncomfortable being asked, so he only said, "Isn't that bad?"

"That's not sure, it depends on which one is better."

Shen Zhiyan was at a loss for words for a moment, but Qingyao didn't speak any more, just stared at him, determined to wait for an answer, his heart beat faster and faster, and he didn't dare to look directly at the other party, after a long time, he whispered: "May I be like a star!" The king is like the moon, shining brightly every night."

Qingyao couldn't help laughing softly, trying to say something, but couldn't open it after searching.

The two faced each other, not knowing what to do, so they remained silent for a while.

In the end, Qingyao regained his composure, and deliberately said: "I don't read enough books, I can't understand what you say."

"This..." Shen Zhiyan was completely helpless, the more blunt words couldn't roll his tongue, couldn't open his mouth, he raised his eyes and bumped into the smiling eyes of the other party, followed by a helpless smile, "Qingyao, don't play tricks on me."

He has always been restrained and polite, so it is rare to confess his intentions like this. Qingyao was satisfied, so he let him go, but he said unforgivingly: "Look at you, you still look like the Second Young Master Shen in the eyes of outsiders, stupid of."

Shen Zhiyan just smiled, but saw Qingyao turned around and walked out, the setting sun outside the window was gone, the sky was getting darker, and the figure of the other party was about to disappear into the night.

His heart suddenly tightened, and an indescribable panic surged up. He hurriedly chased after him and grabbed the opponent's hand.

"do not go!"

The opponent's hand was cold, as if it had been blown by the wind for a long time, and it moved slightly, but it did not move away.

Shen Zhiyan was in a turmoil, and the unreasonable sadness was almost extinguished. He raised his eyelids, and Qingyao stared at him with a complicated expression.

Shen Zhiyan smiled at him, but couldn't suppress his bitterness, hugged him tightly, his thoughts were confused, but he blurted out: "I love you."

"..." Qingyao remained motionless, letting him hug her, and her voice was illusory when she spoke, "Do you remember the first time we met, and the days when we were still in the Qingshan School?"

Following the voice, scenes and scenes involuntarily emerged in my mind, as clear as yesterday:

When he first met him, he opened his eyes in a dark cave, and the man sat leaning against the entrance of the cave, half of his body soaked in the afterglow of orange; the stone steps on the mountain road were long, and he was injured and walked with difficulty, and he refused to be carried by others, so the man had no choice but to support him. He walked slowly, asked about his name and identity and didn't remember it at all, let him call it whatever he wanted, he looked up and saw the green hills, clouds and mists in the distance, and said I would call you Qingyao, the man suddenly smiled and said it was like a girl's name, and Facing the smiling side face, his heart throbbed; there were also the days and nights of getting along with the Qingshan School, and when he was the most transgressive, when he saw the man with scars on his arm, his heart ached and he fell on his temple.

Qingyao pressed his cold hand on his forehead, and his voice was ghostly: "Forget it."

In an instant, he heard the sound of a flute rising suddenly, and his mind was churning, like a hurricane, setting off a huge wave that shattered the memory, leaving the ground in a mess. Those fragments flashed crazily, emerged and sank, and the vivid ones dimmed in turn. , clearly distorted one by one.

——He opened his eyes in the dark cave, the setting sun reflected, and the cave entrance was empty.

"Don't!" Shen Zhiyan grabbed the opponent's wrist, trying to move away the hand that was pressing on the forehead, but there was a sweet fragrance from the opponent's cuff, which pulled his strength away, and he couldn't pull the hand away a bit, Instead, he let himself half-kneel on the ground limply.

——He walked alone on the stone steps of the long mountain road. He was injured and slow, so he had to stop and rest. Looking up, there were layers of green mountains and distant clouds.

"Qingyao, you can't..." Shen Zhiyan was in a trance, clutching that hand tightly, so sad that he couldn't speak.

The coolness of that hand almost penetrated into his mind, and accompanied by the mournful sound of the flute, there was a sigh: "Bear it, forget it, and there will be no more pain."

He still wanted to struggle, and his mind uncontrollably flashed through his days and nights in the sect, reading and practicing swords, just like the past twenty years he had spent peacefully.

He wants to catch something, but everything is fading...

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound, Shen Zhiyan lightened his forehead, and the hand on it disappeared, his figure was crooked, and he almost fell, but luckily he stretched out his hand to support the ground in time.His mind was still churning, he had to cover his head, and looked up, it was Jiang Li standing in front of him, swinging his sword backhand, causing a young flute player to dodge in panic.

The young man playing the flute said urgently: "Guardian, are you alright?"

Shen Zhiyan followed, and saw Yin Huaishu kneeling on the ground, coughing low while clutching his chest, his face turned pale, as if he had been kicked to the vitals.

Shen Zhiyan only felt dizzy and dizzy, his sanity was not yet clear, he looked at it for a long time before he asked uncertainly: "... Qingyao?"

"Tsk, just a little bit." Yin Huaishu's complexion became even worse, and he turned to stare at Qi Zhaoxi who was walking slowly, and shouted, "Bailu!"

The young flute player responded, and while dodging, the flute moved to his lips, and a sharp and rapid sound broke through the air.

The sound of the flute fell, causing a burst of wind, even Jiang Li stopped, looked up, and densely packed arrows were shot from the sky, like black clouds falling.

The author has something to say:

The poem is "Che Yaoyao Pian" by Fan Chengda. It is useless to cut off the first sentence if it doesn't fit the atmosphere.

There is also a useless setting (?

Yin Huaishu is really scumbag in terms of force value, probably the second son of Shen can beat him to the level of ten.

After hearing this, Jiyou said: Ten Yin Huaishu stood there, Shen Zhiyan didn't dare to move

Me: ...you are right