Weicheng snow

As soon as everyone entered the woods, there was cold air rushing towards them, the branches and leaves were almost swallowed by the fire, there was no way to shelter from the wind and rain, Yi Qingchen walked with the army and was caught in the queue, only feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't know the specific reason for his discomfort. Maybe it was because the wound on his body was drenched by rain and then he had a fever, maybe it was because the miasma in the forest was still lingering, or maybe it was because there were too many people. In short, it was very difficult to breathe and his body temperature was still very high He was so tall that he almost fainted several times. After walking for a while, he vaguely heard someone beside him talking, "Do you find it difficult to breathe?"

"So you guys also feel this way? Is it because of the miasma?"

"I don't know, I just feel so uncomfortable..."

It turns out that I am not the only one who feels this way.

Yi Qingchen's footsteps with the army became slower and slower, and gradually he couldn't keep up. The wound on his body was burning for some reason, making it difficult for him to walk an inch, so he could only squat on the side of the road to rest for the time being. Some kind-hearted Yanzong disciples Holding him by the arm, he asked, "Are you all right? Can you still hold on?"

Yi Qingchen waved his hand, and he didn't even have the desire to speak. The three Yanzong disciples saw that the large army was about to leave, and the oldest one said to Yi Qingchen worriedly, "Why don't you go back first?" Rest at camp?"

The second-oldest person responded, "Yes, anyway, there are not many of you in the southward march, and there are not many if you are missing. The most important thing is to take care of your health."

The youngest one muttered, "Who knows if it's just pretending...I want to pretend too, and I want to go back too..."

Yi Qingchen covered the wound on his leg, sweating profusely. Seeing this, the oldest Yanzong disciple squatted down to push away Yi Qingchen's hand, and forcibly lifted his trouser leg. After seeing the wound clearly, he immediately He took a deep breath.

The pus and blood had already soaked through layers of bandages, and a large piece of it was fainted. The youngest disciple was really shocked, "You actually suffered such a serious injury?"

The oldest disciple immediately reprimanded Yi Qingchen, "Why do you still follow after suffering such a serious injury? Go back quickly! Second brother, no, let's be third brother, you send him back... "

The youngest Yanzong disciple was taken aback for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Me?"

The youngest Yanzong disciple smiled and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to go back?"

The youngest disciple immediately shook his head desperately, "No, I'm just talking, I want to live and die with my brothers..."

Yi Qingchen chuckled lightly when he heard the words, covered his wound and said, "It's okay, the reason why I came here is because I have a reason to come, you don't need to worry about me, I will rest for a while, and then I will follow ...For people like me who are not far from death, there are many people on the battlefield, so you don't need to worry too much... Anyway, you won't live long..." Sanming Yan The sect disciple hesitated, and Yi Qingchen said again, "If I really can't hold on and collapse, it has nothing to do with you..."

The youngest disciple murmured, "Why are you like this?"

The oldest disciple was willing to say first, "What you said is very true, second brother and third brother, let's go."

"But brother, he was injured so badly..."

"He has his own consciousness, we don't need to interfere..."

"Thank you..." Yi Qingchen sat down on the ground, clutching his forehead, enduring the pain from the rotten wound on his leg. He clearly didn't have such pain before, why did he suddenly feel pain after entering the forest?He patted his chest again, breathing became more and more difficult, and his figure was still a little unstable. Fortunately, he quickly supported the tree trunk on the side before falling down.

As soon as the fingertips touched the bark, a strong burning sensation came to his heart, and Yi Qingchen, who was in pain, quickly withdrew his hand, and his consciousness suddenly became more awake.

What happened to that pain just now?

It's as if I roasted sweet potatoes with a pile of fallen leaves in winter, and put my hand directly into the pile of fallen leaves, as if it was burned by fire.

Perhaps it was because Mo Lian was in the sky, the whole forest was covered with clouds, and with the heavy rain, the sky was darker earlier than usual. Yi Qingchen thought that if he didn't catch up, he would really fall behind, so he had to force himself Standing up by himself, he limped forward.

After walking for a while, he stopped thoughtfully.

This place seems familiar.

Looking left and right, he walked to a pile of fallen leaves and ashes, and used a dagger to push away the fallen leaves, revealing the charred white wolf stone sculpture inside.

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to support the stone sculpture, and as soon as his fingers touched the surface of the stone sculpture, a spring-like coolness flowed through his body along the meridians of the fingertips. Dead branches, none of them exist.

The fire in the forest has not been extinguished at all!

Yi Qingchen stood up in amazement and looked around, surrounded by endless flames, the temperature was extremely high, the air was thin, and the scorching heat hurt every wound on Yi Qingchen's body, this was clearly a dead end.

Yi Qingchen rejoiced that he woke up early, out of gratitude, he specially lifted the white wolf statue up, bowed, and then walked a certain distance along the road in front of him, and came to an intersection, there is only one road that has not been burned stop.

All the roads were blocked by fire, only this one remained, except for the reason that someone walked by, Yi Qingchen could only think of one, that was Wuliang specially left for the southward march, in order to lure the enemy Go deep, and the people who are addicted to illusions are trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

Chasing all the way, at first the roads that can be walked are still very clear, just relying on whether there are flames blocking the road, but gradually, there are more roads that are not blocked by flames, Yi Qingchen stands in the middle of the fire circle, I don't know where to go Which direction to chase.When he was hesitating, something seemed to fall from the top of his head, Yi Qingchen was about to dodge to avoid it, when someone beside him shouted, "Big brother, get out of the way!"

Yi Qingchen narrowly avoided the burning branches, looked around, but couldn't see the source of the sound, so he said vigilantly, "Who..."

No one spoke.

Yi Qingchen squatted down, pulled out the dagger in his boots, and walked slowly towards the source of the sound in his impression, getting closer and closer...Suddenly, a green figure suddenly emerged from the ring of fire Jumping out from behind, Chaoyi Qingchen made a grimace, "Wow! Big Brother, are you scared!"

The blade barely stopped at the man's neck, Yi Qingchen froze for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand, and said in disbelief, "Dou... son?"

The little girl in front of her is only as tall as Yi Qingchen's crotch, she is thin and small, she is wearing a brand new bean green jacket and skirt, she jumps up and down when she speaks, the ribbon on her clothes flutters up and down, Yi Qingchen is very worried about her And her clothes will be burned by fire.

After thinking for a while, Yi Qingchen tentatively asked, "Are you really a bean?"

Douzi circled around Yi Qingchen for a few times, and suddenly hugged the latter, raised his head and said coquettishly, "Big brother really looks good!" There is no thin white cloud in the eyes, nor is there a horrible blood hole , but a pair of watery pupils, eyelids blinking, blinking.

Yi Qingchen looked at him for a moment, reached out and rubbed Doudou's cheek, and said with a wry smile, "It's so cool..."

Douzi also raised his hand and rubbed his face, muttering, "Is there..."

Yi Qingchen knelt down and asked Douzi, "Douzi, why are you here?"

Douzi raised his head and recalled, "I came here with the great monk..."

Yi Qingchen asked again, "Then do you still remember what happened before? What happened to you on the way back to Juexian Valley from the Nanxing Army Camp?"

Douzi thought for a while, then suddenly covered his head, and said with a painful expression, "I can't remember..."

Yi Qingchen hurriedly patted Douzi on the shoulder, comforting her, "If you can't remember it, don't force yourself to think about it. Did you follow Wuliang?"

Dou Zi slowly relaxed his expression, and nodded thoughtfully.

Yi Qingchen stood up, looked around at the sea of ​​flames, and a thought gradually emerged.

At first he thought that Douzi would be a corpse, because Wuliang had indeed brought Douzi's body back to Juexian Valley. It is not surprising that Tiangui Laodao revived Douzi as a corpse like Yeluo, but how could ordinary corpses be so resistant? What about the high temperature in the sea of ​​fire?Then he stretched out his hand to pick up Douzi, light and floating, as if holding a piece of paper and piercing someone, there was a feeling of unreality, even if he put Douzi on his left shoulder, he didn't feel the weight at all.

Douzi wrapped his arms around Yi Qingchen's neck, and said affectionately, "Big Brother is also going to find the Great Monk?"

Yi Qingchen nodded, "I wanted to find him, but I seemed to have lost my way."

Douzi pointed to one of the several roads and said, "The great monk is walking from here. I have called him many times, but he can't seem to hear me at all...I wanted to follow, but suddenly A lot of people came over... Sister Yeluo told me that if you are alone, you must hide yourself, so I hid, and then I met you, big brother!"

Yi Qingchen rubbed Douzi's head again, followed the route led by Douzi, and asked while chasing, "What if he still can't hear you after you catch up to Wuliang? What are you going to do?"

Douzi smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, as long as you find him, because I have something to tell him...uh..." Suddenly he hugged his head, and it seemed to be in severe pain again, " I, I want to tell him what's going on..."

Yi Qingchen observed Douzi's condition silently. It seems that Douzi must have some long-cherished wish to linger here and refuse to die. Most of this long-cherished wish is related to Monk Wuliang, but Douzi himself can't remember it anymore , Yi Qingchen is even more powerless, the greatest effort he can do is to help Douzi find Wuliang, or help to paraphrase Douzi's words. As for whether you believe it or not, it is a matter of Wuliang.

Thinking of this, Yi Qingchen took a deep breath, endured the pain of the wound, and quickened his steps.

After all, in addition to the high temperature, there is billowing thick smoke in the forest. Even if you stay too long, you may be suffocated to death, or choked to death. You have to catch up with the southward marching army earlier and unravel their hallucinations.

"Speaking of..." Yi Qingchen suddenly remembered an important matter that others may not know, but Douzi should be able to answer it, "Have you been back to Juexian Valley in the past two days? What is going on in the valley now?" situation?"

Douzi was a little disappointed when he heard the words, "I went back, but no one can see me, except for a kind-hearted big sister who is willing to lead the way for me..."

Yi Qingchen was shocked, "Big sister?"

Douzi nodded, "Yes, a very beautiful big sister in black clothes, she led me to Wuliang, and talked to me a lot... She said that she has lived in the valley a lot It’s been a year, and she still said sorry to me, she is the one who dragged me down, dragged down the Marrow Sect, dragged down everyone..."

Yi Qingchen subconsciously thought of the Yanjia people of the national teacher, but would the Yanjia people poured out by evil methods really give birth to such kind souls?No matter how you think about it, it's unlikely, right?

Yi Qingchen thought for a while, decided not to dwell on this matter, and continued to ask Douzi, "What's the situation in Guzhong now? How are Duanyue Yeluo and Jiang Jiuqu doing?"

Douzi thought about it, "Grandpa Daochang sealed the entrance of Wangqing Palace. Everyone seems to want to break the red wall outside Wangqing Palace, and the big brother in black who is with you and Daochang Grandpa will be imprisoned together." Inside, everyone was very angry and kept beating on the wall, but there was no way to get in... Then, not long ago, this forest was on fire, and everyone didn't want to care about the affairs here. The monk felt that If you can’t ignore it, you will come here first, and I will come here with the great monk.”

Because Tiangui Laodao forcibly seized the method of bringing the dead back to life, so the Marrow Sect didn't even care about resisting the southward march?

Yi Qingchen asked again, "Then have you seen the national teacher?"

Douzi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly whimpered, covered his eyes, shook his head and said, "My eyes hurt so much..."

Yi Qingchen hurriedly hugged Dou Zi in his arms, rubbed her head and comforted her, "It's all right, you see, we've been chasing endlessly..." Dou Zi just stopped screaming, and lifted her head with lingering fear. Lifting his head, he turned his head to look at the place separated by a wall of fire. The south marching army had successfully surrounded Wuliang monk.

There is no open space in the forest. Due to the illusion, many people are standing in the fire without knowing it. They just let the flames devour their clothes, and they didn't consciously beat the sparks on their bodies. They murmured, " The mosquitoes in this forest are really annoying..."

Wuliang looked at everyone indifferently, and said lightly, "Stupid..."

Douzi struggled out of Yi Qingchen's arms, passed through the fire wall, and wanted to throw himself into Wuliang's arms, but suddenly missed, his body pierced through Wuliang's body, and fell to the ground.

Yi Qingchen witnessed all this, looked at his palm thoughtfully, and showed a bitter smile. After a long while, he clenched his fists, walked through the fire wall, and said, "Everyone, don't be fooled by his The technique has been deceived, the fire has not been extinguished yet, and everyone is still in the sea of ​​flames, and their lives are in danger at any time, so it cannot be delayed for a long time, and a quick battle must be resolved."

Everyone's eyes were cast on this "Yanzong disciple", everyone was thinking about the authenticity of this sentence, only a few people who were familiar with Yi Qingchen immediately recognized that this was Yi Qingchen Shen Sheng immediately questioned Shen Yi, "Did you heal Mr. Yi's injury?"

Shen Yi was also a little distracted, and shook her head again and again, "It's not me, how could I want to let what happened ten years ago happen again...but the young master's injury will not heal so quickly... ..what's going on here?"

The two were discussing in low voices, if they would be silent for a moment, they took out a bottle of refreshing powder from the medicine box, pulled out the sieve, and threw it in the air, the finely divided powder scattered, and the bitter breath spread among the crowd Not long after, the black lotus in mid-air gradually dispersed, and dense black moths fell down like a shower, and the scene in everyone's eyes gradually changed from black and white to red.

"It's on fire, I'm on fire!"

"My hair, quick, water!"

For a while there were screams one after another, and everyone had mild or severe burns. Seeing this situation, Wuliang suddenly smiled and stomped the Zen staff on the ground, followed by another wave of shaking, dozens of them The centipede-like corpse rose from the ground, arms connecting arms, forming a city wall, besieging everyone in a sea of ​​flames.

Yi Qingchen looked at the tall corpses around him, and asked Wuliang with a smile, "Is this your last resort?"

Wuliang also seemed to recognize Yi Qingchen's true identity, his smile faded slightly, "Exactly."

Yi Qingchen was a little confused, "Douzi is already dead, he was killed by the national teacher, so you are protecting the murderer by doing this?"

Wuliang said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is just fulfilling his final mission as a 'door'."