flapping wings

At the end of the rainstorm, Xue Shura lay on the bluestone road full of water and stared at the void with his eyes open. Several transparent holes were pierced in his chest, and the blood inside had already been washed away by the rain.

Boo!

The sharp black beak smashed in the eye socket, and a black crow stood on Xue Shura's face, struggled to get an eyeball out, raised its head and opened its mouth wide to swallow it.

It croaked contentedly, and tilted its head to look at the bald head in front of it that didn't smell like food.

Squeak, the crow blinked those sparkling eyes, turned his head curiously, and the three men opened the door, and walked out from the unusually delicate three-story attic where they were usually not allowed to dock.

It flapped its wings twice and jumped happily on the soft and delicious food.

"Go away!"

Hearing a roar at first, it was so startled that its feathers trembled. It twisted its neck and looked over, only to see that its parents were being chased and beaten by an impolite and beautiful woman!

It flapped its wings and croaked angrily, which immediately aroused the resonance of the whole family.

For a while, the sound of croaking resounded through the long street, and all the brothers and sisters stood on the food all over the floor and sang praises for its bravery.

Suddenly, the whole body fell forward involuntarily, and it flapped its wings vigorously to maintain balance, but the pain made the whole body of the bird tremble.

It opened its mouth and let out a wail. It lowered its eyes and looked at the long arrow in front of its chest in disbelief, and fell to the ground completely.

At the last glance, it was the figures of brothers and sisters hovering in the sky, after which the world fell into darkness.

Qi Ping looked down at Xue Shura who had lost his eyeball, then looked up at Hongling who was holding a crossbow on the other side of the long street, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, "Your face"

Hong Ling wiped the wound across her face casually, and hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

There was a dead body on her shoulders, and a bare fly was hung on the back of the dead body: "Yanqing died, to save me."

"It's very dangerous here," Qi Ping looked vigilantly at Master Wu Jing who was reciting the mantra of passing away, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on Hong Ling's face.

"You go back first and leave Yanqing to me, okay? I will bury her properly for you."

"I must take her away myself, you don't understand," Hong Ling said with trembling voice, choked up, "No one in this world will treat me well, and no one will always wait for me outside the window."

"Hong Ling!" Xiang Qing'er ran over from the end of the long street stepping on the corpses on the road, nodded towards Qi Ping with reddish eyes.

She looked at Mu Xiaoque standing by the door, feeling grievance welling up in her chest, tears rolling down like beads, "Let's go first."

Mu Xiaoque walked over, took out a piece of yellow paper from her bosom with Hua Buluo on her back, passed it on to Xiang Qing'er calmly, and passed a message.

"According to what is written above, lead your disciples out of here immediately. I thought I would leave this battle to you, but I didn't expect such a big change in the middle."

Hua Buluo walked over, squatted down, stretched out his hands to close the dead body on the ground, clenched his fists and couldn't help asking, "You guys arranged for Xiaobao?"

"We didn't know that Xiang Qing'er would betray us, we didn't know that the silver mask was the person behind Duan Qingyin, and we couldn't get the real account book at all, otherwise we would have begged you to visit the Qingyin Pavilion at that time ?”

Qi Ping raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, "But if Xiaobao has been lying to us, what exactly is it trying to guide us to do? Now we think we have the initiative to understand the whole Qingyin Pavilion. All the lines were revealed by him.”

Hua Buluo got up, as if she couldn't stand the unusually bright and dazzling sunlight at this time, she scratched her face irritably, "Weaken the power of Jianghu, the people behind the scenes are very calculating."

Crowds of people poured out of the dilapidated three-story building, and when they passed by Blood Shura, they still couldn't help stretching their feet and kicking them. The whole long street was silent, and corpses were piled up on it, like a hell on earth.

Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque walked towards the stronghold with heavy hearts instead of restraining the dead with the crowd.

Halfway through the journey, the sound of crying and howling could be faintly heard. The two of them turned their heads and glanced in the direction of Qingyin Pavilion. Qi Ping rubbed his sore nose, "The group of people who left early last night are probably here, Queer, hello!" Sorry, did we do something wrong?"

Mu Xiaoque grabbed Qi Ping's shoulders and pulled him into her arms, patted his trembling back, "If the Qingyin Pavilion is a weapon that the other party has prepared long ago, then no matter whether we move or not, sooner or later we will be unsheathed. "

At this time, on the second floor of an inn

Xiao Muya was struggling to bandage his wound when there was a knock on the door suddenly, and he looked at the door suspiciously.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head mockingly. He had neither friends nor enemies, so he must be a clerk in the shop.

The door opened slowly, looking at the person standing outside the door, he couldn't help but froze in place, his body was tense, and the wound on his shoulder was painfully pulled.

After a while, he said in a nasal voice, "Mingwen, you're here."

"I heard from my brother that you were injured." Zhou Mingwen stuffed the ointment in his hand into Xiao Muya's arms, pursed his lips and said, "For external use, I'm leaving first."

"Mingwen!" Xiao Muya grabbed Zhou Mingwen's wrist, pulled him into the guest room, quickly closed the door, the hand pressing on the door trembled slightly: "Come in and have a seat."

"Last time at Zhou's house, I got angry for a while," Zhou Mingwen took a sip of water from his cup, and looked up at Xiao Muya from the curling heat.

"But in fact, I have forgiven you a long time ago. Being angry...has nothing to do with that incident. It's just...that I tried to find you later, but I never found it. Later, I experienced some things and you were not around, so my resentment towards you was even greater. It's getting heavier."

"I've always wanted to ask you," Xiao Muya grabbed Zhou Mingwen's hand and held it tightly in his palm: "What have you experienced all these years, why do you look so haggard?"

"You know that the exercises practiced by my Zhou family have always been yin and yang non-phase magical exercises, and everything falls on it."

There was a little sadness in Zhou Mingwen's eyes, "About ten years ago, my elder brother almost went mad. Although the symptoms were not serious, his health was not as good as before. After that, all the burdens on him fell on me alone."

Xiao Muya asked in disbelief: "Brother Mingde is the most cautious, how could he go mad?"

"At first, I was also puzzled, but one day, when I was sorting out my father's notes, I finally found the answer."

"When General Wei passed on the yin and yang non-phase magical skills to the four major families, he intentionally omitted one of the most crucial mental methods. This mental method has no effect on the early stage of cultivation, but in the later stage, if it is not assisted by this method, you will go crazy at least, and go crazy if you are serious. Then the madness will explode and the bloodthirsty will become violent."

Seeing Xiao Muya's concerned expression, he quickly shook his head and added: "Fortunately, I have always been slack in my practice, so I escaped a catastrophe."

Xiao Muya took down the water glass that Zhou Mingwen was holding in front of his face, stood up and carefully hugged him in his arms, "Mingwen, I'm sorry."

Zhou Mingwen closed his eyes and put the wristband around his waist. Tears hung on his eyelashes and flowed down his cheeks.

"Walking around the world with wine and swords, lying drunk and laughing and joking around the world, Mu Ya, don't dwell on the past, move forward, you should live for yourself."

Xiao Muya paused with his hand on Zhou Mingwen's hair, bent down and looked directly into Zhou Mingwen's eyes, and said, "I've been wandering for half my life, and I don't remember the end of the world and the world. For 20 years, I've been thinking about you every day. , all phantoms are worth a lifetime with you."

Zhou Mingwen's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but look away. Tears fell on the ground worthlessly. The 20 years of parting, 20 years of grievances, and 20 years of longing burst out at this moment.

His chest was beating like a drum, but he kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her.

Xiao Muya picked him up and put him on the bed, the bed curtains swayed and swayed slowly, and the old bed frame creaked non-stop.

Faint groans and groans sounded from time to time, someone's foot pedals stretched out from the bed curtain, and the toes curled up, as if suffering great pain, of course, it was more likely to be extreme happiness.

Xiao Muya leaned against Zhou Mingwen's side and carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes. His eyes were moist and his face was like a peach blossom. It seemed that he had returned to 20 years ago in an instant.

They were alone in the river, drinking wine and looking at the moon. When they looked at each other, it was as if they were covered with hooks.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, Xiao Muya hugged to the side in a daze, his hand passed through a piece of air, he suddenly woke up, jumped up from the bed in an instant, opened the bed curtain and glanced around, there was no one at this time .

He stumbled out of bed, only to see a letter left on the table, "After the farewell, we meet each other in memory. I should not change my infatuation. I hate my lover. Mu Ya, twenty years of age, heart is changeable, people are changeable, only I hope you and I will cherish each other, and the road ahead will be smooth."

The tables and chairs were shattered, the letters turned into flying ashes and scattered on the ground, Xiao Muya knelt among the debris and wept bitterly. He thought that the future would be brighter from now on, but he didn't expect that everything was just for parting again.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, thirty miles outside the city

Riding on the horse, Xiaobao finally untied his own layers of bandages, revealing the delicate and gentle face below, the silver mask was leaning lazily on the tree by the roadside: "How long will you use this face?"

"This is my favorite face." Xiaobao rubbed his smooth nose and shrugged. "Use it for the rest of my life. In other words, you are not afraid that I will run away?"

"Don't be afraid," Silver Mask shook his head and said firmly: "You haven't explained some things clearly to others, how could you run away?"

"I asked you once, and now I still want to ask you again, so many people died because of you," Xiao Bao stared in the direction of Yunhe City, "Have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret," Silver Mask coughed twice, looking at the city: "Later, I forgot what regret is, it's been too long."

Xiao Bao nodded, whipped his whip and was about to set off when he heard the silver mask ask, "Qian Mian, what's your real name? Although you have a lot of resentment towards me, but after working together for so long, you won't be able to become an enemy."

Qianmianmu thought about it, and after a while, he said sincerely: "Xiaobao, I still like this name the most."

"Little Treasure," Silver Mask nodded, turned around and walked in the direction of Yunhe City, and threw himself into his next battle.

Qian Mian turned around and was about to leave, only to hear a blessing from a distance: "I wish you can fulfill your wish in the future and become a hero."

The author says:

After farewell, reminisce and reunion These two sentences come from Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky·Caixiu Courtesy Holding the Jade Bell". The original sentence is after farewell, reminiscence and reunion.Tonight, I have left a photo of the silver scorpion, and I am afraid that the reunion is a dream.