Save the beautiful and tragic hero

The flame of the blood curse was too hot, even if it was Hu Luyan's subconscious mind, the seriously injured Hu Luyan could no longer change the scene freely.

He could only try to drag Mi Lu to the edge of the flames again and again.

There was only bright light in the flames, nothing else, and no thick smoke, but it seemed that a pair of invisible hands were trying to take away the oxygen from Mi Lu's lungs.

The feeling of suffocation lightly covered Mi Lu's face like a piece of paper soaked in water.

Mi Lu had to open his mouth wide, trying to get more oxygen from the hot air.

He was dragging his feet.

Without him, Hu Luyan should be able to walk faster and farther, instead of being touched by the tongue of fire next to him again and again, burning his flesh and giving off a pungent and unpleasant smell of burning.

His whole face was wet with tears, and the tears flowed into his open mouth, with a salty taste, slowly seeping deep into the throat.

The smell seemed to bring back some of his sanity.

"I...have...the Fanbei smock on me..." His voice was like a mosquito, and I don't know if Hu Luyan could hear it, "If I die...you put it on..."

Hu Luyan was panting heavily, and he didn't respond to Mi Lu's words, as if he didn't hear it, or he couldn't find any other strength.

But Mi Lu knew that Hu Luyan was so smart that he would definitely be able to guess what he was talking about.

"Without me...you can go out..."

"No." Hu Luyan finally squeezed out a few words between his teeth, mixed with heavier and heavier gasps, "I don't want it."

"Dhu Luyan..."

"Do not."

"Don't be willful..."

"Do not."

Finally, Mi Lu could no longer make any sound.

He was a little angry, but more helpless.

Hu Luyan is still the same, a strange child who is not obedient at all.

The direct result of Hu Luyan's doing so was that his strength was also completely lost. First, he pulled Mi Lu's hands off his body, and then fell straight on Mi Lu's body.

His left leg has been taken back from Wu Qi, only two hands are still made of white lotus root. The flame of the blood curse ignited at the cost of the dragon chant sword.

It is indeed very good that the white lotus root can persist until now.

As soon as they fell to the ground, they turned into two scorched black charcoal, and when the wind blew, they turned into black powder and disappeared in the hot air.

Mi Lu felt that Hu Luyan's aura was getting weaker.

Maybe it won't be long before they will break down here together.

I don't know if it was because of the extreme pain, but Mi Lu had hallucinations before he died. The flames surrounding them seemed to be disturbed by an invisible force, and they were forcibly separated from the middle.

A figure passed through the split wall of fire and walked from the rising flames.

Mi Lu's eyes were soaked with physiological tears, and he couldn't see the figure and face of that person clearly. Even the figure of that person was distorted into black graffiti with bad signal after he saw it.

But he probably guessed the identity of that person——

autumn north.

Qiu Bei, the eldest disciple of the elder of Destiny Mountain.

As Ju Milu knows, Qiubei was born with a single root of water and spirit, talented and intelligent, and showed his head at the age of ten on the day of drawing the sword, and pulled out the Seven-Star Kunlun Sword that was rooted in the ground like Mount Tai in full view. An inch or so, immediately shocked all the people present.

Mi Lu's understanding of Qiubei does not come from his experience after death in the previous ten reincarnations, but from what he saw and heard when he was a tool man serving the plot.

Qiubei is a very good cultivator.

It's just that Mi Lu didn't understand why Qiubei got involved with Lin Ji?

Although the relationship between Tianmingshan and Taishengzong is very close, Qiu Bei has an upright personality and has never been used to Lin Ji's hypocritical face. Even as the eldest disciple of the elder of Tianmingshan, he still avoids Lin Ji.

So Mi Lu didn't see Qiubei's name on Hu Luyan's revenge list later.

Why did Qiubei appear at this time?

Could it be that he inadvertently changed the plot line belonging to Qiubei after he regained his self-awareness?

Mi Lu couldn't figure it out, he only knew that Qiu Bei might have some other purpose.

Maybe he wanted to kill Hu Luyan.

It may also be to take advantage of this opportunity to reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

While his thoughts were flying, Qiu Bei walked up to him and Hu Luyan.

Qiu Bei stretched out a hand, and tapped his index finger between Mi Lu's brows.

In an instant, there seemed to be water ripples swaying in front of Mi Lu's eyes, and the circles of ripples changed from small to large, and spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

The water-blue waves covered the bright red flames.

The scorching air is like tide water, scrambling to dissipate around with the ripples.

At the same time, Mi Lu's physical pain was greatly relieved, and the sharp pain that made him want to die suddenly weakened. He took a sharp breath, only to find that his clothes had already been soaked in sweat.

He didn't care about thinking too much, gritted his teeth and supported his trembling hands and feet from the ground, and hugged Hu Luyan in his arms.

Hu Luyan had already fallen into a coma, but he was seriously injured, his beautiful snow-white face was covered with scarlet wounds from burns.

The skin was torn apart, and the blood was so bloody that it was horrifying.

And most of the waterfall-like long black hair was burned off.

Although Mi Lu knew in his heart that Hu Luyan could not be unscathed, when he saw Hu Luyan's face clearly, he still felt a bang in his head.

It was as if something had exploded.

Obviously the surrounding air is so hot, obviously he is already covered in sweat.

However, at this moment, a chill fell from the sky and enveloped him, and he suddenly realized what it means to feel cold all over his body.

Hands and feet are cold.

The heart is cold.

The whole person is like falling into an ice cave.

He couldn't imagine how much Hu Luyan was in pain, and he didn't dare to imagine how Hu Luyan survived.

He only thought of his giving up, his cowardice, and his escape. He tried to leave Hu Luyan and leave this world first, and his breath trembled with distress.

He regretted it.

Maybe he should learn from Hu Luyan and try to struggle in the mud.

Mi Lu raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Now, he finally saw Qiubei's face clearly.

Qiu Bei was using his spiritual power to disperse the flames of the blood curse. He had a unique water spirit root, coupled with diligent practice, even in the flames of the blood curse, he could open up a small breathing space for himself.

The power of the blood curse was too strong, and Qiubei had some difficulty supporting it.

Mi Lu asked him hoarsely, "Are you here to save us or to kill us?"

Qiu Bei half squatted on the ground, with a little sweat oozing from his forehead, his peaceful gaze was always on Hu Luyan's body, and his fingertips kept pointing at the center of Hu Luyan's eyebrows.

"I didn't expect Lin Ji to burn a curse on his body. He is too determined. I can't stop him. It took me a while to find you." Qiu Bei didn't answer Mi Lu's question. He said so, and the answer was self-evident. Metaphor.

Mi Lu's heart is like a mirror, but outside of the mirror, there is also a place shrouded in mist.

He looked directly at Qiubei: "What do you want to say?"

Qiubei was stunned for a moment, and then he was willing to look up at Mi Lu.

Mi Lu's face was pale, and there was obvious pain between his brows. Despite the unbearable pain all over his body, he carefully held Hu Luyan in his arms, trying to adjust his posture so that he would not touch the wound on Hu Luyan's body.

Qiubei had known for a long time that the person traveling with Hu Luyan was the missing young master of the Mi family.

His feelings for Mi Lu were not bad, but they were not good either.

To put it bluntly, he had never looked at Mi Lu directly.

A pampered young master

——This is his evaluation of Mi Lu.

It wasn't until he heard Mi Lu's words that he suddenly realized that this young master whom he didn't take seriously was smarter and more sensitive than he had imagined.

Mi Lu didn't ask why, but directly asked what he wanted to say.

It seems that Mi Lu guessed that he and Lin Ji and the others were not in the same group, and also guessed that he spent so much time following Lin Ji and the others to find a suitable opportunity to talk to them.

To be precise, it was talking to Hu Luyan.

That's right, how could Mi Lu, who was able to take Hu Luyan away under the eyes of Hu Lu's family, and make half of the cultivation world go crazy without even showing his face, how could he be a mediocre and careless pampered young master?

It was he who preconceived to see people through the crack of the door.

"Now the eyes and left leg are back." Qiubei thought for a while and said, "Then there are still a pair of hands and a heart."

While speaking, water-blue waves continuously entered Hu Luyan's eyebrows from the tip of his index finger.

Hu Luyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Under his eyelids are no longer empty eye sockets, but a pair of loose black eyes.

But the firelight around him was too dazzling, he only opened it for a moment, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes in pain, soaking the thick long eyelashes to their roots.

He closed his eyes reflexively.

Seeing this, Mi Lu quickly raised her hand to block Hu Luyan's eyes.

Qiu Bei withdrew his hand, put it on his knee, and smiled lightly: "As expected of the child of..., even after experiencing Lin Ji's blood curse, he can still survive strongly."

Qiubei said a person's name, but for some reason, when he said that person's name, his words seemed to be silenced, leaving only a few vague mouth shapes.

Qiubei seemed to have gotten used to it long ago, and there was nothing unusual about the expression on his face.

Only Mi Lu asked in confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

"..." Qiubei moved his lips, but he still couldn't make any sound. Perhaps it was because he said it twice in a short period of time, and his mouth shape was more blurred than before.

Qiubei was quiet for a while, and smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, I have been cast with a forbidden spell, so I can't speak the relevant words, but what I can say is that this time, besides helping you bring your eyes and left leg, I want to bother you with something."

He paused, and seeing that neither Mi Lu nor Hu Luyan responded, he continued, "I have a brother named Zhai Feng. He and I have known each other since we were young. He has been a teacher for more than ten years. Not only my senior brother, but also my most cherished friend, but a year ago, he was expelled from the sect by the elders for committing a crime, and now he has gone to Jinyang Temple and shaved his hair to become a monk. I would like to trouble you to help me find him."

The name Zhai Feng was not unfamiliar to Mi Lu.

After all, a year ago, Zhai Feng was expelled from the sect by the elders of Tianming Mountain, and the scandal about Zhai Feng had spread in the cultivation world for a long time before being suppressed by Tianmingshan's trustees.

Although everyone gave Tianmingshan a bit of a face and stopped discussing this matter, but secretly regarded it as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Even Mi Hefeng and Gu Qiu, who never like to talk about personal affairs behind their backs, mentioned a few words at the dinner table.

Hu Luyan closed his eyes and did not respond to Qiubei's words.

Mi Lu hesitated for a moment, then asked Qiu Bei: "What does Zhai Feng have to do with us? If you want to find him, why don't you go find him yourself?"

Qiubei shook his head lightly: "No, I'm not the one who wants to find him."

"Who is that?"

"Maybe it's you after learning the truth."

Hearing this, Mi Lu's eyes became even more dazed.

Qiu Bei, who was cast with a forbidden curse, had to say half of it and hide half of it, so that he spoke as if he was playing charades, and Mi Lu was in a fog.

As for Huluyan.

He seemed completely out of it.

"I can't explain it clearly to you right now, and I have to admit to you that everything I do is not entirely for you, and I also have my own selfishness, but I think that if you don't do what I say, you will have to do it after many years. I will regret it." The sweat on the corner of Qiubei's forehead condensed into beads and slid down my cheek. There are many roads to go, and many things are far from as simple as you think, follow my words, and you will see many things that you don't know."

Before he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and looked at Hu Luyan, and squeezed out two words with difficulty: "Drunk City."

Hu Luyan froze suddenly, and his body trembled slightly like a spasm.

The word "Drunken City" is like a sharp knife with a cold light, hitting the depths of Hu Luyan's heart.

Qiu Beidao: "Hulu Yan, if you want to know what's behind Zuicheng, go to Zhai Feng."

After that, he stood up, looked around, turned to Mi Lu and said, "Time is running out, you take him away first, and I will be behind."

Mi Lu hurriedly supported Hu Luyan to stand up.

"If I remember correctly, you are also a cultivator of water spirit root." Qiubei pointed in the direction, "I have split the flame for you, you just go straight ahead, the cultivator of water spirit root and blood The flames of the curse are mutually restraining, even if your cultivation level is not high, you can still resist a little bit, enough to ensure that you can go out safely."

Mi Lu asked anxiously, "What about you?"

Qiubei raised his hand, using the rippling water pattern to fend off a ray of flames, he said: "After I go out, I will go back to Tianming Mountain and tell Master what happened today, and you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself. "

Mi Lu took a deep breath, thanked him, helped Hu Luyan up and left.

Just after taking two steps, Qiubei's voice sounded from behind: "That's right."

Mi Lu staggered and stopped.

"You live in the capital, so you should know the saying about the day when the sword is drawn in the capital." Qiubei's voice was a little heavy, mixed with some inexplicable emotions, "If you have a chance, you can go and see."

Qiubei said "you".

But Mi Lu could tell that what Qiubei really wanted to say was "you".

you--

Dendrobium Law Yan.

"Okay." Mi Lu responded softly, "I will remind him."

Hu Luyan lost his arms, so it was difficult for Mi Lu to support him.

And after walking for a while, Hu Luyan lost consciousness again, and fell softly on Mi Lu's body.

Mi Lu hugged Hu Luyan horizontally, gritted his teeth, and walked forward with heavy and difficult steps.

It was Hu Luyan who dragged him before, but now it's his turn to hug Hu Luyan.

He didn't know how long he would have to go, so he had to go straight ahead according to Qiubei's words.

He walked through the raging flames ignited by the blood curse, through the lush peach blossom forest soaked in blood, and through the oppressive and suffocating darkness.

Go forward.

go straight.

He walked so that his legs were numb with pain, and his hands were so tired that they were numb, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

Suddenly, the light pierced the darkness and rained down.

Followed by the warm yellow sunshine and the fresh scene of the stream gurgling under the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains in the distance are undulating, and the woods are blown by the wind, making rattling sounds from all directions.

A woman's laughter came from the side of the stream, inexplicably familiar.

Mi Lu stopped to look, and saw a familiar figure.

The woman was wearing a long navy blue dress, her black hair was pulled back, and her sleeves were raised, revealing two white and slender arms.

She rolled up her skirt and squatted by the flowing stream. A wet dress was soaked in the water in front of her. There was a wooden bucket beside her, which was full of clothes. It seemed that it was not her and Hu Luyan’s Clothes should be washing clothes for others.

Mi Lu could only see the soft side face of the woman and the eyelashes trembling with laughter. While beating the clothes in the water with a stick, she shouted to the little Huluyan who was playing in the water: " Don't get your clothes wet, mother has so much to wash, I can't spare your hands to wash your clothes more."

Hu Luyan's sleeves and trousers were lifted up, and he jumped around in the water, splashing countless water splashes.

"Mother, it's so cool!"

"That's right, in this scorching summer, the water is the coolest... How many times have I told you, don't wet your clothes, are you going to be mad at me!"

Mi Lu continued to walk forward, and the pictures of beautiful mountains and rivers in front of him dissipated like clouds and smoke.

After a while, it merged into a scene of mother and son flying a kite on the top of the mountain.

The kite was crudely made, and it looked like it was made by their own hands. It whirled in the wind and fell to the ground, unable to fly no matter what.

The mother and son crouched dejectedly in front of the kite scratched by the stone, and sighed at the same time.

Mi Lu still couldn't see the woman's full face, it seemed that Hu Luyan had long forgotten the woman's appearance in his subconscious, and only clearly remembered the fragments of getting along with the woman.

The picture scattered and gathered again, gathered and scattered again.

Mi Lu walked around holding Hu Luyan in his arms.

He seemed to be browsing through the few happy clips in Huluyan's memory, most of which were concentrated when Huluyan was three to five years old.

The mother and son fetched water together, cooked together, and went to the streets to sell things together.

There are even memories of the mother and son stealing watermelons from the field but being chased all over the ground without resisting the temptation.

Later, Hu Luyan finally grew up. He fell ill, his cheeks were flushed, and he was wrapped in a cloak by a woman in a daze.

The rainy night was wet and cold, and the woman's inferior umbrella was blown to pieces by the wind and thrown on the side of the road. She covered Hu Luyan's face with a cloak hat, and knelt outside the doctor's courtyard with her arms in her arms, shivering. trembling.

"I beg you, doctor, please save my child. He has had a fever for two days, and I have been given medicine, but he still doesn't recover. I really can't help him. Please save him!" the woman begged in tears.

The doctor impatiently shook off the sleeve that was grabbed by the woman's free hand, and the umbrella was deflected in the direction of the child in the woman's arms, but his tone was strong: "It's you again! You are endless, right? The first two help You haven’t paid me the money for medical treatment, come again this time! Do you think I’m doing charity?”

"I will definitely pay! When the wages come down, I will give you the money from the first two times and this time. Please doctor." body of.

She has lost a lot of weight.

Just looking at her back, one can see her sickness and fatigue.

Mi Lu stood in the rain, standing behind the woman.

The rain couldn't hurt him at all, but it was breaking down the woman's psychological defense bit by bit.

Finally, he couldn't bear to look directly, turned and left.

The sound of drizzling water suddenly disappeared, and there was a slight sound of wind in my ears.

Mi Lu took a closer look, only to realize that he was on the green grass again.

He thought he had returned to Hu Luyan's childhood memories, but after looking around for a long time, he didn't see the woman Hu Luyan.

While wondering, he suddenly saw himself.

Yes, that's him.

Although it was a bit weird, he still recognized his own back immediately - because that "Mi Lu" was wearing exactly the same clothes as him at the moment, even the thin belt around his waist was the same.

Not far away, he was lazily sitting on the grass, with his hands behind his back, basking in the sun comfortably.

Mi Lu raised the corners of his mouth, and felt happy, and the feeling of soreness and swelling spread from his heart.

It turned out that Hu Luyan still had him in his happy memory.

He originally thought that he had nothing in Hu Luyan's heart.

So he stopped, wanting to watch for a few more seconds while taking a breather.

Soon he saw Hu Luyan's figure again.

The strange thing is that the eyes of "Dhu Luyan" have come back, the jet-black pupils seem to have been soaked in water, bright and flawless, no impurities can be found.

"Dhu Luyan" stood stiffly in front of "Mi Lu", with a tense expression that could be seen with the naked eye, and a hint of anticipation.

As for what "Dhu Lu Yan" is looking forward to.

Mi Lu didn't know very well, he even wondered how Hu Luyan had this memory - he and Hu Luyan had never been to such a place.

However, the following scene made Mi Lu put these doubts behind him in an instant.

He watched helplessly as "Du Luyan" bullied/stretched "Mi Lu" under him, and forcibly tied "Mi Lu"'s struggling hands on top of his head.

Mi Lu: "..."

"Dhu Luyan" kissed "Mi Lu" on the forehead.

Mi Lu: "..."

"Du Luyan" kissed the lips of "Mi Lu".

Mi Lu: "..."

"Dhu Lvyan" fumbled his dishonest hands along the hem of his clothes.

Mi Lu: "..."

What happened afterwards was completely beyond Mi Lu's imagination, and just when he was about to watch the last base, he felt a feeling of thunderbolt belatedly.

His whole body was battered by the shocking lightning.

In a hurry, he turned around and left.

But his mind was in a mess, the picture he saw just now was stuck in his heart like a mess of hairballs, his walking was floating, as if he was walking on clouds.

Every cell in my body is clamoring for unreality.

Since the scene just now didn't happen in reality, was it Hu Luyan's dream?

So Hu Luyan treats him...

It turned out to be...

The author has something to say:

Time Dafa is about to start, after all, it is not convenient to do anything at the age of 14, alas!

Let me tell you the reason why I changed the copywriting. This copywriting is the original copywriting. It follows the journal style. There are not many contradictions between Gongshou and Shou. The copywriting, at the time, caused some readers to discuss that my new copywriting was biased towards the crematorium style, and I also explained in the copywriting that I would not specifically focus on the crematorium (because the crematorium text has become a faction of its own now...) or Some readers are puzzled. Now that I am writing, I feel that the development of the new copy is not right. The conflict between the attack and the subject can be resolved under the conflict of going out. There is really no need to write about internal conflicts, so I changed the copy back. .

To be honest, the copywriting of the two editions is not quite in line with my vision, either too flat or too extreme_(:з」∠)_