Teacher! Mr. missed class again today [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The spring rain is continuous, as thin as a flower needle.

Two ordinary carriages drove one after the other on the path in the forest in the pattering spring rain.

The windows and doors of the carriage running ahead were closed tightly, for fear that a trace of rainwater would leak into the carriage and disturb the owner of the carriage.

The man with white hair closed his eyes, leaning quietly on the knee of the man in red. The man in red leaned against the car window, gently stroking the dry white hair on his knee with his right hand, and said in a low voice: "... The masters of Hengshan past generations are all women, they are not as powerful and fierce as men, but their swordsmanship is one of the swordsmanship with few flaws in the martial arts, in terms of strict defense, it is only inferior to Wudang School's Taiji swordsmanship."

"Hengshan swordsmanship takes the form of a circle, and is known for its denseness. Every move in the swordsmanship contains feminine power. When confronting an enemy, nine out of ten moves are often defensive, and only one move is a surprise attack. .The tricks are perfect, and the meaning is endless..."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Dongfang Bubai lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Yunlou's sleeping face, and after a while, he looked away again.

The hand stroking Jiang Yunlou's hair didn't stop for a moment. He knew that although Jiang Yunlou fell asleep, he didn't sleep soundly. If he made a big movement, he would definitely wake up.

They are already very close to Mount Heng. They rest in the town in front of them for a night, and they can go to the Hengshan School to meet Lu Wushuang tomorrow, but Jiang Yunlou's body...

There are good times and bad times, I don't know if I can accompany Cheng Ying up the mountain.

Jiang Yunlou's hair is completely white, and there is no black hair to be found. This is a kind of lifeless paleness, just like the hair of a centenarian, and Jiang Yunlou's vitality also follows this white hair. Withered quickly, sometimes he couldn't sleep all night, sometimes he would not open his eyes for two or three days.

Even this trip to Mount Heng, which had been scheduled for a long time, was barely realized.

Dongfang Bubai's hand was suddenly caught.

Dongfang Bubai paused, lowered his head and asked, "Are you awake?"

Jiang Yunlou narrowed his eyes, grabbed Dongfang Bubai's hand, rubbed his head on the other's knee, and said in a vague voice, "Hengshan faction, are you finished?"

Dongfang Bubai smiled helplessly, and said, "I thought you were asleep."

Jiang Yunlou said in a low voice: "I was asleep at first, but when your voice stopped, I woke up again."

Dongfang Bubai pulled his hair gently.

"Blame me, huh?"

Jiang Yunlou let out a muffled laugh, begging for mercy: "Don't, don't, you're going to be bald..."

Leaning on Dongfang Bubai's lap, he turned over with difficulty, only feeling that his whole body was sore from lying on the carriage, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

He thumped his back and sighed in a low voice: "I'm getting older and more delicate..."

Dongfang Bubai smiled: "When I was 20, I complained about my age. Have you always been dissatisfied with my age?"

As he spoke, he flicked Jiang Yunlou's forehead lightly.

Jiang Yunlou blinked slowly, then burst out laughing.He raised his hand and patted Dongfang Bubai's leg, and said, "Thirty years, what a good time."

Dongfang Bubai paused slightly, but did not answer the words.

He moved his eyes away from Jiang Yunlou's body, looked at the closed car door, was silent for a while, then stroked Jiang Yunlou's hair and said, "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when we get there."

After walking for another half an hour, the carriage drove into an inn. Dongfang Bubai gently shook Jiang Yunlou awake, and the two got out of the carriage together.

At this time, the rain had stopped, and the air carried the unique smell of mud after the rain. Dongfang Bubai casually adjusted the cloak wrapped around Jiang Yunlou's body, and a disciple of the Divine Cult who had arrived one step earlier to prepare trivial matters came over. He whispered: "Master, the room is ready."

Dongfang Bubai nodded slightly.

Hearing the noise behind, Jiang Yunlou glanced back and happened to see Cheng Bi and Cheng Ying coming down from the carriage behind. Cheng Ying looked happy and anxious, even though she was very tired on the journey, her eyes were still Shiny.

Sensing Jiang Yunlou's gaze, Cheng Ying raised her head and smiled brightly at Jiang Yunlou.

Jiang Yunlou smiled.

He remembered that night two years ago, Cheng Ying stood alone on the other side of the river, calling her cousin helplessly over and over again.

It was only that young at that time, but now two years have passed, and the child is already this big...

Jiang Yunlou helped the hood covering his head to cover his white hair. After Cheng Ying smiled, he turned around and entered the inn with Dongfang Bubai.

Their room is at the end of the third floor. Simple tables, chairs and benches, plus a wooden bed that can accommodate two people, are all the furnishings in the room.

Jiang Yunlou unbuttoned the cloak, helped Dongfang Bubai take off the overcoat that was covering the outside, and then stacked the clothes of the two of them randomly and put them on the table.

Dongfang Bubai saw that he had slept all the way in a daze, but when he arrived at the place he became refreshed, and felt at ease.

"Tonight, I'll ask someone to hand over the greeting card. Tomorrow...are you going to take Cheng Ying up the mountain yourself?"

It is absolutely impossible for him to go to the Hengshan Sect openly, even if no one in the Hengshan Sect knows Dongfang Bubai's appearance.

As the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, Dongfang Bubai really didn't have a good impression of the Wuyue Sword Sect. If he hadn't been interested in Jiang Yunlou back then, he wouldn't have accompanied Quyang to Hengshan to visit some old friends.

But if Jiang Yunlou wants to go up the mountain...

Jiang Yunlou shook his head, "I won't go."

He answered very decisively, as if he had already thought about it.

"Let Chengbi accompany Ying'er, Chengbi has also met the teacher, so it's just right for her to go. Besides, she has a calm temperament, and she is not afraid that Ying'er will accidentally reveal that she has been staying in the Sun Moon God Sect for the past two years. "

Dongfang Bubai slightly raised his eyebrows: "Really not going?"

Jiang Yunlou smiled, sat down on the bed, and said in a relaxed tone: "No, the master saw me and thought I had practiced some evil kung fu in just one year, and I went crazy..."

Dongfang Bubai rubbed his head helplessly, and said, "It's fine not to go."

He withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his back, and said to Jiang Yunlou: "I have something to do, go out for a while, you can stay here, I will send a bowl of porridge."

Jiang Yunlou nodded, and said again: "Then put more sugar, not salty."

Dongfang Bubai pretended not to hear these words, turned around and opened the door and went out.

He closed the door and stood at the door for a while. Hearing the silence inside, he started to go downstairs.

Jiang Yunlou sat alone in the room for a while, and suddenly lay back, sinking into the thick brocade quilt.

He frowned slightly, showing a little anxiety on his face.

Unconsciously clasping the brocade quilt under his body with his fingers, he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, the slight restlessness in his eyes had been completely suppressed.

Such a simple guest room, but with such a good quilt... Probably the disciples of the Divine Cult who arrived one step earlier changed it in advance.

Jiang Yunlou exhaled, took off his shoes and socks, and got under the quilt.

He has not been in a good spirit recently, most of the time he is groggy and has nightmares again and again, and the time he can barely pull himself together is only one or two hours a day, and although the rest time is long, it is not safe.

Want to sleep, but dare not sleep, afraid of having nightmares, even more afraid of not waking up from sleep.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yunlou felt that his time was coming to an end, and the guilt for Dongfang Bubai grew stronger in his heart.

He pulled the quilt over his head, closed his eyes, and fell into a half-awake sleep again. In a daze, it seemed that someone knocked on the door of the guest room, but Jiang Yunlou didn't have the energy to pay attention to it. The person carefully knocked twice, and there was no more movement.

In his dream, he dreamed of the sycamore tree on Heimu Cliff, he was sitting under the tree playing the piano, and when he turned around, he saw Dongfang Bubai in red standing behind him, saying to him: "Good piano."

Jiang Yunlou thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "The piano is not good."

After he finished speaking, he hugged Qin and turned to leave, walking hurriedly, as if fleeing from a disaster.

Afterwards, he and Dongfang Bubai never met again. He recovered from his injuries, and when spring came, he bid farewell to Sang Sanniang, left Heimuya, and went down the mountain alone to wander the rivers and lakes.

He made many friends, saw many majestic and majestic scenery, earned the title of Qin Xian, wandered alone in the rivers and lakes, and disappeared alone.

He never returned to Heimuya.

It has nothing to do with Dongfang Invincible.

...that's fine too.

He felt the corners of his eyes moist, and he didn't know whether it was happiness or sadness.

One hand suddenly tore off the quilt covering Jiang Yunlou's face forcefully.

Dongfang Bubai paused slightly, and gently wiped Jiang Yunlou's wet eyes with his fingers, quietly erasing the fragile traces, and then complained, "Sleeping like this again."

He grabbed Jiang Yunlou's wrist from under the quilt, pulled it out, and turned sideways so that the person behind him could take a pulse.

Standing behind him was a tall and thin man with a slim figure, wearing a green robe and a square scarf of the same color, like a scribe.

After Dongfang Bubai turned sideways, he stretched out his hand silently and put his fingers on Jiang Yunlou's wrist.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand and walked out of the room with a solemn expression.

Dongfang Bubai stuffed Jiang Yunlou's arm back into the quilt, and left with the man in Tsing Yi.

One after the other, they walked silently to the backyard of the inn before stopping.

Dongfang Bubai's face sank like water, his eyes fixed on the man in Tsing Yi, waiting for him to speak.

He seemed calm, but the hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched into a fist unconsciously, showing the uneasiness in the master's heart.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at Dongfang Bubai and said calmly, "It's hopeless."

Veins appeared on the back of Dongfang Bubai's hand.

He asked with a sullen face, "Why?"

Tsing Yi said humanely: "The vitality has been cut off, the internal organs are exhausted, and now holding on to the last breath, it is just lingering."

The man in Tsing Yi has a withdrawn personality, and it is already a miracle that he is willing to admire this face.But looking at Dongfang Bubai's face that was trying to be calm but couldn't help turning pale, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"If my guess is right, in the past 20 years, his body has been using the method of warming and nourishing. Although that method cannot cure his cold poison, it can effectively prolong his life. If he has been using this method, he will be cautious." It is not impossible to live for 40 to [-] years."

"only……"

"However, he suddenly used a strong medicine, causing the cold poison in his body to bite back on the spot. The warming efforts of more than ten years fell short, and his vitality was cut off."

Dongfang Bubai remembered the day when Ping Yizhi failed to treat Jiang Yunlou's illness, Jiang Yunlou was lying on the bed without breathing, and Ping Yizhi also chose to kill himself. He almost went crazy at that time, thinking that Jiang Yunlou was really dead... …

But not long after, Jiang Yunlou opened his eyes and woke up as if nothing happened.

He was indeed relieved.

Dongfang Bubai thought that if Jiang Yunlou woke up, it would be great, and if Ping Yizhi died, he would die. As long as his sweetheart was safe and sound, he would take it for granted even if he sacrificed the entire Sun Moon God Sect.

But Jiang Yunlou was not good at all.

His hair began to turn gray, and his body became thinner day after day. Soon, Jiang Yunlou became gray-haired, lifeless, and couldn't even hold his sword steadily.

In the past, Jiang Yunlou, although he was in poor health, always carried the unique vitality of young people, pure, optimistic, positive...

Dongfang Bubai was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

... The one who ruined all of this was himself.

He was not satisfied with Jiang Yunlou's short lifespan, and he wanted him to accompany him to live a long life, forcing Jiang Yunlou to accept Ping Yizhi's diagnosis and treatment time and time again.

If he hadn't asked Ping Yizhi to use such an extreme method to rule Jiang Yunlou...Jiang Yunlou, he could actually live longer.

The man in Tsing Yi's eyes fell on Dongfang Bubai. The relationship between Dongfang Bubai and that man just now is not difficult to guess. He could tell it at a glance, so he can completely understand Dongfang Bubai's mood at this time. He said : "In my opinion, he held on to his last breath and refused to leave, mostly because he couldn't let you go."

He shook his head, a look of sadness and nostalgia appeared on his face.

With a wave of his sleeves, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi disappeared from the spot.

"Time is running out, do what you have to do, don't leave regrets for each other."