Cultivation from entry to abandonment

In the past few days, Shang Mingqian has been staying in the study to deal with the affairs of the sect, which has accumulated a lot before, and it is even more difficult to deal with in the past few days.Jiang Fuqing was worried that he would be absent-minded and would go on business trips to deal with affairs, and that he would bear the reputation of being a disaster for his innocence.So I persuaded him to go back and deal with the matter properly. Anyway, with his footsteps, he can come and go to Lingzhou and Yuezhou very quickly.But he himself refused to follow him back to the Shangfu.I always feel more comfortable here than when I was in Lingzhou.

Seeing his persistence, Shang Mingqian also thought about his own situation, so he didn't say any more.

It's night, the night is quiet, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Shang Mingqian couldn't sleep at night, and stood in front of Jiang Fuqing's door for a long time, but he didn't dare to open the door to go in, for fear of seeing Jiang Fuqing's refusal eyes, and didn't want to disturb him.Feeling very disturbed, he left the yard alone, wanting to relax outside, and walked along the river all the way.

Shang Mingqian stepped on the river and walked slowly to the center of the river. The water rushed past under his feet, rolling to the east, the moon and stars were sparse, and his figure gradually emerged on the river.The figure was dressed in red, with a rebellious expression, and he was also staring at him like this.He was extremely disturbed, he summoned spiritual power in his palm, and struck towards the river.For a while, the water hit thousands of layers, the river waves were surging, and the sound of the waves was thunderous.Shang Mingqian looked around, feeling dazed again, as if in a fog.

The surface of the water was scattered, but it quickly came back together. The red figure seemed to be even more rampant, with the tendency to leap out of the water.Shang Mingqian struck out several palms one after another, the anger in his eyes could not be dispelled.Afterwards, I felt dark for a while, my back felt tight, my whole body was cold, and I fell into the water instantly.

The river completely submerged him, as if there were two invisible hands pulling him, dragging him into the endless abyss.The icy river water wrapped his body, and his limbs and bones were slowly melting away. It seemed that there was only one soul left floating in the evil water in the middle of the river.

After an unknown amount of time, Shang Mingqian suddenly came to his senses, broke through layers of water waves, jumped up, and hovered above the river.Drenched all over, he slowly walked back to the shore, and sat down on the rocks by the river, with the wind blowing on his face and his hair disheveled.He fixedly looked at his own reflection in the river, picked up a stone and threw it into the river.

It's just that the figure kept entangled with him, and soon closed again.Shang Ming grabbed it modestly, and the Fuyi Sword fell into his hands.Bursts of sword energy slashed across the river aimlessly, leaving layers of ripples.The reflection in the water was not affected in the slightest, as the red one said, they are two sides of the same person.

Thinking of this, Shang Mingqian had a dangerous idea, swung the sword around his neck, pressed the cold and sharp edge of the sword against the skin of his neck, and said to the water, "Even if I die, I will never die." I won't let you out. I won't let you harm the world, let alone hurt him."

The moon is bright and bright, like silver and flocculent.The river is sinking, like an abyss like ink.

Jiang Fuqing originally hid in the dark, these few days Shang Mingqian asked him to go home with him, but Jiang Fuqing refused several times.Although the white one is gentle and considerate of others in everything, she always keeps stuffy in her heart and doesn't speak out about any difficulties.Before that, Jiang Fuqing noticed that he stood at the door of her bedroom for a long time, as if he had something to say, and finally left without saying a word.Jiang Fuqing was worried, so he took a bottle of breath-suppressing potion that Liu Bu'an had made before, and followed secretly, wanting to see what Shang Mingqian was going to do.

At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer, I ran over quickly, grabbed his wrist, and said anxiously: "What are you doing?"

Shang Mingqian had a clear mind, fixedly staring at Jiang Fuqing, came back to his senses, flipped his hand, put away the Fuyi sword, and found that Jiang Fuqing's eyes were full of water, and he was about to cry.Touched, the apex of the heart seemed to be eaten by caterpillars, sore and itchy.Shang Mingqian was drenched in water, but he didn't feel cold. Instead, he became concerned about Jiang Fuqing, and asked softly, "Why did you come out? Isn't it cold?"

Jiang Fuqing shook his head, reached out to touch his neck, there was a bloodstain on it, the blood was stained on Jiang Fuqing's fingertips, and Jiang Fuqing's fingertips were a little cold.He looked up at Shang Mingqian in a daze, and said with a bit of crying, "I asked you what are you doing?!"

Shang Mingqian was dumb and silent, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

The river wind was blowing coldly, Jiang Fuqing grabbed his clothes that were wet by the river water, and urged: "Why don't you dry your clothes quickly?"

Shang Mingqian could hear the urgency of his words, although he didn't feel cold, he still did as he did, using his spiritual power to dry the clothes.Jiang Fuqing shivered from the cold, sneezed, took Shang Mingqian's hand, and wanted to let him go home.Shang Mingqian felt that his hands were very cold and there was almost no heat, so he slowly circulated his spiritual power and passed the heat over.

Jiang Fuqing dragged him with a hasty pace, but Shang Mingqian's pace was unhurried, and he just watched Jiang Fuqing.Jiang Fuqing's blue clothes were blown away by the river wind, as if his whole body was about to float up.Shang Mingqian had no choice but to clenched his hand a little more to prevent him from being blown away by the wind.

It's not the wind, nor the tree, but the heart is moving.

Thoughts drifted far away in an instant, like dots of stars and vastness, which lasted forever and then disappeared in a flash.

Just as he was thinking this way, suddenly a sword light flashed out of the corner of his eye, and Shang Mingqian's mind rang an alarm. He quickly flipped his hand, and the Fuyi sword fell into his hand, and he turned around to block it.The ear-piercing sound of swords colliding shocked the moonlight.

Jiang Fuqing felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and the sound of "Keng" was extremely loud, as if it exploded right next to his ears. He froze all over, but saw two figures in the distance already fighting together.Jiang Fuqing watched nervously, for fear that Shang Mingqian might get hurt.

Shang Mingqian drew his sword to meet him, bringing up layers of wind blades, and the river waves rolled.The man was dressed in black and faced Shang Mingqian, holding the black iron long sword tightly in both hands, almost melting into the boundless moonlight.

"Who are you?" Shang Mingqian asked while standing in the cold wind with a sword in his hand.

"Hmph, what a Shang Mingqian. If you kill my brother, you still have the face to ask?" The man grasped the long sword tightly and soared into the air, flying towards Shang Mingqian.Shang Mingqian also jumped up, and started to fight with him again.This man drew his sword very quickly, with one stab, one pick, and one draw step by step.The edge of the blade is sharp and sharp with killing gold.Shang Mingqian could tell from his posture that this person seemed to have some connection with Qing Mingzong.

Shang Mingqian rode the wind and soared into the clouds, swung his right hand, and the sword energy surged towards him.The wind blade whirled non-stop, emitting bursts of humming.The wind blade cut the arm of the man in black in an instant, and the bloody smell spread over his face, and he became even more ruthless. He formed a seal with one hand, and threw the sword into the air. The golden light was shining, and the rain of thousands of swords flew towards Shang Mingqian and go.