After being pulled up by the master

The heavy rain continued for seven days and seven nights.

The snow has melted, the white plums have fallen, and the dilapidated eaves stand silently in the boundless world. There are many mountains and mountains, and the mighty clear waves, from far to near, are covered with a layer of mist.The surviving disciples of Linyuan braved the rain to collect corpses for fellow practitioners, their low-pitched cries hidden in the majestic rain, and the moon-white blue sword robes were like broken withered branches and leaves, rotting and dying bit by bit, bit by bit From this slushy blood-soil sprouted new shoots.

Wen Ke raised his eyes, and in the blurred field of vision, he could no longer tell the difference between people and scenery. He only felt that the rain was bleak and foggy, and God seemed to have made a random joke, splashing paint vilely on the originally clean picture scroll. Green, gray, black, white and blue, all in a mess.

This is not rain, nor fog, but a protective barrier that Xue Si left for Lin Yuan.

He coaxed the group of demons to leave here, thinking that he also went to Night City to break the seal, but his fate after that was unknown.

This piece of rain, this piece of fog, will cover up Linyuan's death aura, and cover up the devastation of this former pillar of the sky, so that it will not be bitten by the vicious dogs staring at the dark place and die without a whole body.

There are too many precedents of praying mantises catching cicadas and orioles following behind, and too many lessons learned from others pushing the wall down.

Wen Ke's eyes are full of sadness.

There are eight secrets in Linyuan, but in the end only he and He Yiyou are left.

"Look at the water and listen to the spring."

He muttered, why didn't he see He Yiyou from the beginning to the end of this attack on the devil's capital?Why, she stays behind closed doors?

Wen Ke didn't dare to be careless. If the devil had left behind, in his current situation, he would definitely be unable to compete.

"Ugh."

He sighed dejectedly, but saw Cao Ruoyu walking over with a plain umbrella. He always ran very fast, the mud splashed under his feet, and his trouser legs were wet, but he still walked happily, his eyes shining brightly, full of joy. is hope.He rushed up the steps in a hurry, calling to himself: "Elder Wen! Senior brother is awake!"

For a moment, Wen Ke found that the rain was much lighter.

Xue Wendi was in a coma for seven days and nights.

Wen Ke fed him medicine and confirmed that there is no longer a long-term curse on him, but he has not woken up for a long time.

The former Xue Wendi would not be injured.He is very powerful, skilled in both swordsmanship and spiritual art, his sword is extremely fast, and he can seal his throat when he sees blood. Sometimes he doesn't even need to use the wild goose, as long as he curls his fingers so lightly, he can kill the opponent.

The only time he was injured was the one that killed him ten years ago.

When Wen Ke entered the room, he seemed to be back ten years ago in a trance.

The main buildings of Linyuan were destroyed and dilapidated, like a kite tottering in the wind, in danger of collapsing at any time.He can only walk through the simple thatched huts, and the people lying in the huts are all the people who have been released by Lord Yama, while those who linger on the Naihe Bridge are all in the Speculation Hall.

But now the speculative hall is gone, it seems that the bridge from the underworld to the yang world has collapsed, cut off by his own hands, and can no longer be spliced ​​together.

Wen Ke stopped and looked at Xue Wendi who was sitting on the straw mat with a dull expression.

Neither of them spoke first, they just looked at each other in silence.

Ten years ago, Xue Wendi left in a hurry, and Wen Ke didn't say a word to him, only assuming that he would come back after a long trip, so they didn't say goodbye and didn't practice.

But this time, it seems that they want to really say goodbye, otherwise they will be sorry for this hard-won reunion.

Wen Ke has a stupid mouth, usually he is not the first to speak, and this time he is too.

The corners of Xue Wendi's mouth curled up, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy: "Yuzhi, it's hard for you to speak when you stand so far away."

Wen Ke didn't answer, lifted his hem, and sat on the straw mat in an orderly manner.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Now."

"Oh."

Wen Ke's eyes were a bit empty, as if he couldn't focus on anything, but he wasn't in a daze, it was just a usual expression when he was thinking about things.

He said, "Would you like to break the willow to see him off?"

Xue Wendi laughed dryly: "When the willow leaves are green, it will be February spring. How long will it take? Do you want to keep me?"

"You haven't rested well, it's very dangerous to go hastily." Wen Ke said, paused, "Xiaolou, you should know that I can't accompany you, Linyuan needs me."

"I know."

"Isn't it meaningless?"

"No." Xue Wendi smiled, as warm as the wind when they met for the first time, "I feel more at ease if you don't go."

He pursed his lips quickly, suppressed his smile, and said solemnly: "Yuzhi, thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"anything."

Wen Ke looked at him, the room was a bit dark, and Xue Wendi's appearance was a bit blurred, only his eyes were clean and shining, like the stars in the sky, they should hang in the dark night, illuminating the road ahead.

"Xiaolou, do you know what I thought of when I first heard your name?"

Xue Wendi didn't answer, with a hint of surprise on his face, but he didn't guarantee that Wen Ke could see clearly.The other party said to himself: "The sound of someone's jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze is scattered all over Luocheng. Tonight, I heard the willows in the song, and no one can't afford the love of my hometown."

The rain outside the house was much lighter, and it gradually tended to gather, while the long-shaded sky slowly shone through, passing through the short windows, and falling a slanting slant of pale white.

"I was thinking, are you good at playing the flute?" Wen Ke said every word seriously.

Xue Wendi let out a chuckle: "I don't know how to play the flute. When I was a few years younger, I used to hold two leaves in my mouth and whistle."

"You really are a big bastard."

Xue Wendi: "..."

Wen Ke didn't look like he was joking at all, he just opened his mouth and said, "Later I heard from you that your master's name is Xue Si."

The pale white cloth slowly spread towards the straw mat, like a puddle of water, it was about to cover their feet, washing away the filth and blood.

"It's very strange. At that time, I felt that your master gave you this name, as if he had devoted everything to you." Wen Ke whispered, there was not much echo from the thatched cottage, but his voice was like the evening drum and morning bell in the mountains, floating Floating, constantly echoing, deafening.

"In the song of the broken willows, the hometown is deeply affectionate. He is the one who hears the flute, and he is also the one who misses it. It seems that you are his hometown and his belonging."

The pale white finally flooded their feet and countless words.

They sat silently for a moment.

Xue Wendi stood up silently: "I'll go find my juniors."

"Let me take you there, I happen to be going to see my two nephews."

Wen Ke also stood up wobbly, and Xue Wendi regained his beating smile: "Elder Wen, please slow down, the room is dark, don't fall."

The other party gave him a sideways look: "Thank you for your concern, nephew."

Xue Wendi: "... who is your eldest nephew?"

"According to seniority, Xiaonian is my nephew, and he calls you elder brother, so you must not be my elder nephew?"

Wen Ke took advantage of his lip service, Xue Wendi was choked up and had nothing to say, and walked with him embarrassingly.

After leaving the thatched cottage, I found that Cao Ruoyu was still standing outside.

"Elder Wen, senior brother, are you finished talking?"

The boy handed over an umbrella, "Here, big brother, it's still raining, don't get wet."

"Thank you." Xue Wendi usually felt that this kid was foolish and reckless, but this time he seemed to be considerate a lot, and he felt a sense of relief that "my family has a newborn son".

He held up the umbrella, but Wen Ke walked past him lightly and entered under Cao Ruoyu's umbrella.

Xue Wendi was stunned for a while, and asked, "Can you two hold on?"

"Ah?" Cao Ruoyu still looked stupid, "I only have two umbrellas, of course I have to go with Elder Wen."

"Hiss—" Xue Wendi gasped, and Wen Ke immediately understood what he meant when he saw this, and gave him a gouging look: "Where did you think? Can you put some serious things in your mind?"

"Where am I not serious? It's only been seven days, and you are going to abandon me, a close friend who has been through life and death, and switch to someone else's umbrella?" Xue Wendi clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken, and Wen Ke's eyes were full of disgust: "I not only want to switch to someone else's umbrella?" Under someone else's umbrella, I still want to dig through the corners of your Changning Sword Sect, and tell Guzhu Xue later that his precious apprentice emptied my herbal medicine storehouse, and asked him to exchange his own books for me."

"Wen Yuzhi, it turns out that you are on good terms with me because you coveted my master's collection of books!"

"Guzhu Xue is so powerful, of course I have to ask for a lesson, and I don't have the good fortune to be his personal disciple and teach him hand in hand." Wen Ke retorted, and suddenly suppressed a smirk, "Oh, maybe I will teach you with my mouth back."

"Wen Yuzhi!"

Xue Wendi picked up the umbrella in his hand and made a gesture to hit him. Wen Ke pushed Cao Ruoyu beside him and ran into the rain.

The rain was getting lighter and pattering, he didn't want to hear anything, he didn't want to see anything, Cao Ruoyu chased after him, shouting loudly: "Elder Wen, be careful not to fall!"

"Run slower, junior brother."

Xue Wendi's voice passed through the misty rain and fell clearly in Cao Ruoyu's ears.

"why?"

"He is suffering."

Xue Wendi didn't know if Cao Ruoyu understood, but he didn't explain too much.He thought that in Wen Ke's life, perhaps just this time, he ran with all his might in the rain.That young man who was obsessed with the sea of ​​books, even if he was holding a three-foot long sword tightly, he couldn't be a blood-drinking Shura.

They are different, and they have to take different paths.

His road leads to a small valley, two low bamboo houses, an old well, and a tree of snow-white pear blossoms.

And Wen Ke's path is here.

In Linyuan after the disaster, while it was raining, the water was dense, washing out a piece of post-war scorched earth, while the sky was shining, falling on the eaves, residual branches and the shoulders of young people.In the distance, the silver bell swayed, and the sound was transmitted thousands of miles away, saying to each other the last breath of peace.

Shi Wei frowned, looked at the girl with empty eyes in front of him, and sighed resignedly.

When the sigh fell, Zhang He just tied up his luggage, put it on his back, and tied a large cloak around Li Xian's body, so as to cover the terrifying arrows.

Li Xian was burnt to seven souls by the Burning Soul Arrow, Shi Wei sealed all her inner breath, and prevented the demonic energy on the arrow from gnawing her soul again, but this can only last for seven to 49 days, and when the time is up, the Bodhisattva cannot save .

"Eldest senior brother is awake, fourth senior brother brought Elder Wen to see him." Zhang He was silent for a moment, then said again, "In a short while, it will be us."

"Ah."

Shi Wei was a little sluggish, his brows and eyes no longer had the usual ostentatiousness, and the extraordinarily bright color suddenly dimmed a lot.

He has a lot of secrets, which he has hidden for a long time, and now that he is about to see the light of day again, he feels like he has a barb in his heart. He feels uncomfortable, and he dare not pull it out, afraid of blood and tears, you know, he is actually the most afraid of pain.

However, Cao Ruoyu, Wen Ke, and Xue Wendi got into the house with both feet.

Wen Ke felt sad when he saw Li Xian, and he asked sadly, "Brother Shi, is it true that you said you could find the Zhiling Shuttle?"

"It's true." Shi Wei seemed to have a thousand words choked in his throat, he couldn't make a sound, couldn't utter a word, he looked at Xue Wendi as if asking for help, and the other party comforted him: "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

Shi Wei drooped his crow-wing eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "That thing is in the hands of the Lord of the Ghost Dao, so I have to borrow it from him."

Wen Ke tightened his mind, isn't the master of the ghost way the old man who got a foot in Pinghu City?He looked at Xue Wendi, but the other party listened very seriously, and there was nothing unusual. It was strange, didn't Xiaolou know him?It shouldn't be, even if you don't recognize the three ways of the world, you should know the most basic characteristics. Why is Xue Wendi's expression like a blank sheet of paper?Did Master Xue not teach him?

Just as Wen Ke was wondering, he heard another piece of news that made his scalp tingle.

Shi Weigang squeezed out a wry smile, and said lightly: "It's a coincidence, we've all seen it before, this Lord of Ghost Dao is the dead old man sitting on my head in Pinghu City."

He paused, he didn't know what expression to put on, "Coincidentally, this dead old man is my own father."