Cultivation from entry to abandonment

His blood couldn't be stopped at all, he couldn't stop vomiting outside, and he fell to the ground when he crooked.Shang Mingqian got close to him, but couldn't bear to let him fall to the ground, so he strode over to catch him.In the end, the two of them sat on the ground together. Bai Chuji smiled miserably, stretched out his hand and grabbed Shang Mingqian's collar, and said hoarsely, "You still can't bear to part with me."

Shang Mingqian frowned, and said: "I'll take you to see the doctor." As he spoke, he wanted to pick him up.

However, Bai Chuji shook his head, smiled miserably, and said, "It's too late." After he finished speaking, he coughed violently, every inch of his eyes darkened, but his hand that was holding onto Shang Mingqian's collar did not let go, his knuckles turned white, The blood soaked Shang Mingqian's clothes.Bai Chuji was weak, and said intermittently: "Don't forget me..."

Shang Mingqian's nose was a little sore, and he didn't feel a little water in his eyes, just staring at his face that was gradually stained red with blood.

"Never leave Jiang Fuqing, he, he is like me...you will think of me when you see him..." After he finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his hands drooped weakly, his pupils Suddenly zoomed in, lost focus, and gradually dispersed, every inch of the body was chapped, the skin peeled off inch by inch, leaving only a withered body, scattered with blood and water.

Jiang Fuqing's fingers were numb, and bells were ringing in his head, as if everything in the world had gone away, leaving only the square inch in front of him.The person who was still smiling in the warm spring breeze just now has turned into a barren skeleton, only wrapped in thin clothes, and he looks embarrassed, unable to see the scenery before he was born.

Shang Mingqian sighed, stroked his eyes with the palm of his hand, helped him close the eyes that hadn't been closed, and said softly: "No one is like you."

Jiang Fuqing trembled all over, and his heart ached, what did he mean by this?He said, no one is like Bai Chuji, is it because Bai Chuji is unique in his heart?Jiang Fuqing's eyes widened for a moment, and he took half a step back, his vision blurred.His movement aroused Shang Mingqian's vigilance.

Shang Mingqian looked in Jiang Fuqing's direction.

After Bai Chuji's death, his mana quickly dissipated, and the magic weapon that restricted Jiang Fuqing also lost its effect, and Jiang Fuqing was released naturally.Bai Chuji said he would let him go, but he really didn't break his promise.Originally, Bai Chuji's mana was not high, but with the help of the forbidden land and the magic weapon, Shang Mingqian didn't notice Jiang Fuqing's existence.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and seemed to have an unspeakable affection.Shang Mingqian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything.Jiang Fuqing walked over slowly and came to Bai Chuji's side without saying a word.The sky was gloomy, the wind was blowing up, and the scorched yellow leaves were flying like paper money all over the sky, creating a miserable and lonely scene.

A monument was erected for him.

Jiang Fuqing watched as Shang Mingqian buried Bai Chuji.He just stood aside blankly, didn't speak, didn't leave, just watched.The back of his hand felt a little cold. He rubbed the back of his hand, not daring to take a big breath. The whole world was surprisingly quiet, only the rustling of the wind could be heard.

After a long time, Shang Mingqian finished his work and stood side by side with Jiang Fuqing, still not speaking.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Occasionally, there were a few beasts roaring in the mountains, and the crescent moon slowly rose, and the moonlight fell on the Yingying tomb.

Shang Mingqian turned around and left, Jiang Fuqing also followed, and the two went down the mountain together.The mountain road was dark and muddy, only the hurried footsteps of two people stepping on dead branches and leaves could be heard.Jiang Fuqing turned his head and felt that the tomb on the top of the mountain was far away from him. The dense jungle branches around him were like ghosts with teeth and claws, peeping at him with a ferocious face. Come.

Neither of them spoke during the journey.

Jiang Fuqing thought, maybe it's time to leave.He heard Bai Chuji's words verbatim, and he told Shang Mingqian not to leave him forever, so that he could always use Jiang Fuqing's face to recall the past.There is no need to stay anymore, no one can tell who Shang Mingqian loves.

He didn't want to be someone's stand-in, and he didn't want to live under Bai Chuji's shadow all the time.

After his death, he got a relief, turned into bright moonlight, and flew away, leaving only one or two ordinary people, embarrassed and confused.The living cannot compete with the dead.

When returning to the house, Jiang Fuqing suddenly stopped Shang Mingqian.

Shang Mingqian stopped and turned to look at him.Feeling that Jiang Fuqing's figure was a little hazy and unreal under the moonlight, as if he couldn't grasp it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to pull him into his arms, but suddenly came to his senses, stopped his hand, and just stared at it intently with him.

After many days, Jiang Fuqing finally smiled, waved to Shang Mingqian, and said, "Goodbye."

Jiang Fuqing walked slowly, standing on a high hillside, Shang Mingqian walked in front, slightly lower than his position, he raised his head, looked at Jiang Fuqing waving, as if Jiang Fuqing was going back Went to the sky full of stars.Shang Mingqian stood in a daze, feeling that Jiang Fuqing's smile seemed to be a sad farewell, or it was the last comfort and care for him.He didn't dare to wave his hands in response, his fingertips were a little cold, and he quickly put his hands behind his back.

Jiang Fuqing didn't wait for his answer, turned around and left gracefully. He walked very briskly, and his figure disappeared into the dark alleyway in a flash, like a blue bird.

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"Your Majesty, madam can't think about it..." A disciple came to report.

Shang Mingqian didn't hear clearly for a while, and asked uncertainly: "What did you say?"

The disciple lowered his head and said softly, "Ma'am..."

Shang Mingqian quickly entered Jiang Fuqing's room in a flash, hesitated for a while, and slowly walked towards Jiang Fuqing.Jiang Fuqing was lying on the bed quietly, without breathing or heartbeat, just lying so quietly, as if just falling asleep, there was a bloody bird pecking sword beside the pillow, and the blood on the wrist was slowly flowing out , falling into the air drop by drop, the smell of blood diffused.

The tip of Shang Mingqian's tongue was numb, and half of his body was stiff, as if he couldn't feel the sound from the outside world.All I could hear were the disciples talking one after another, chattering and weeping.He couldn't feel anything anymore, the scene in front of him didn't seem real.How is this possible?It was fine yesterday.

you?How could you kill yourself with the sword I gave you?

Why are you so cruel?

The whole room was spinning, and he couldn't stand steadily. Shang Mingqian took a step back, supported the table behind him with one hand, blinked his eyes, and shook his head.Then he opened his eyes unwillingly and stared at Jiang Fuqing on the wooden bed.

Chaotic thoughts are about to overwhelm him.

It was dawn outside, then dark again, dark and bright again, and I don't know how many days and nights have passed.Shang Mingqian just looked at it like this, and didn't take the next step, as if he was just having a dream, in a daze, he didn't know what day and night, and he forgot the passage of time.Time is just an illusion①.

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①——Einstein