refuse to be a teacher

On the banks of the Chaoshui River in the southern region, the Changxing Residence in the southeast supported by the sword master of Feng'ai in the past, burned overnight in the fire that filled the sky, and was completely destroyed and turned into ashes.

——Since then, there have been many rumors in the world of martial arts, all of which have expressed deep doubts about the existence of Yi Shangxian, the master of Changxing.

Some people say that Yi Shang's legacy of raising tigers in a leisurely manner, on the surface, has separated his relationship with Yan Jue, but in fact has been hiding him in the middle of the long line, always caring for his safety.

Some people say that Yi Shangxian, who claims to be righteous, is actually hypocritical and hypocritical. He has been domineering along the banks of the Disaster River for many years, and one day he arouses public anger and is brutally eradicated by the surrounding people.

What's more, it is said that there are three masters and apprentices in the middle of his long journey, from Qin Huan, the sword master of Feng'ai, to his apprentice Yi Shangxian - all of them were the ones who contributed to the bloody cleansing of the Lingtai Yijian sect by Yan Jue more than ten years ago. one of the murderers.

Today, Yan Jue is finally no longer the only person who is alone.At the same time, his missing senior brother Yi Shangxian was forced to bear a huge scapegoat.

The Changxing residence was completely destroyed in a fire, and the owner, Yi Shangxian, didn't even have a strand of hair left behind.

Most people who don't know the truth have expressed extreme contempt and disdain for this——

Who can not disappear out of thin air?

He is a long-term master who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, even if he kills and sets fire right now, and chooses a place that no one knows afterwards, hides his name and makes a comeback, he will still be able to live happily for the rest of his life.

To put it more absolutely, people suspect that Sword Master Feng'ai was not dead at all back then, and now he fled away with his two apprentices, enjoying happiness in some unknown corner.

All in all, when Changxingju was famous, everything was stable and stable.Now that the wall is falling and everyone is pushing, the prestige established over the years has fallen crookedly, and those red-eyed and hateful people will fall into trouble one by one.

It didn't take long for Changxingju in the southeast to completely disappear under the bleak situation that thousands of people pointed out - there is no trace of mottled old memories to be found.

It was also on the bone-chilling cold night when the wind and snow were not broken by the banks of the Fushui River. Every household stood next to each other to clean the old heavy snow in front of the door. Almost all the people inside and outside the city had changed into warm jackets. Happy to welcome the arrival of the Winter Solstice Xiaonian.

And between the bumpy stone road covered with heavy snow around the river bank, Xue Lanyin was still holding Yan bullying and galloping the horse.

The tossing back and forth lasted for three days without stopping for a moment.In the middle of the night on the third day, due to the heavy snowstorm, one of the two horses fell down and stopped cooking directly, and then the other horse also stopped working, and it was as sick as it could be. Take a step forward.

The four of them were staring at each other dryly in the snow, among them Cheng Bi was still in a daze, hadn't eaten or drank for three days, and even his face had a shriveled and dead air.

Not long after that, Yan Jue also developed a high fever, and his whole body was like a hot potato just out of the oven. The heat was even enough for Xue Lanyin to cover his hands.

Cong Pillow thinks this will not work.

So later in the day, because Xue Lan found a seldom-visited inn outside the town of Guli, there were four big men in total, so they squatted into a room without saying a word. with.The store owner saw a pair of eyeballs trembling up and down on the spot, and almost fell out of their sockets in a daze.

Fortunately, Xue Lan had enough money on her body, and this guy had hoarded a lot of private goods on weekdays, so if he casually pawned off one or two pieces, it would be enough to make people open their eyes to the money-minded merchants in an instant.

But the inn is not as safe as Changxingju, Xue Lan knew in his heart that this place should not stay for long.It's just that the two people in front of them are suffering from illness, and if they continue to eat and sleep in the open like before, sooner or later they will have to risk their lives.

Things are set, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless.

The four of them piled up in a small, secluded room at the same time, feet side by side, shoulder to shoulder, Yan Jue's little face was flushed with heat, and Cheng Bi's body was blue from the cold.

There was heavy snow outside the window, but the long curtain used to block the wind had a small gap, and the cold air was pouring in.

Xue Lan felt just now that this was the worst and most inhumane winter he had ever spent in his life.

The things in the inn had a strong musty smell, it was damp and cold, but the wind and snow weather did not see the sun, and the bedding could not be put out to dry.Xue Lanyin went downstairs to bring a charcoal basin, looked around to start a small fire, and carried Cheng Bi to lie down on the bed, while she sat beside the basin to warm herself by the fire with Yan Jue in her arms.

Xue Lan asked Congzhen: "What do you plan to do next? There is still a period of time before the beginning of spring. Judging from the current situation, it will be difficult to last until then."

Sitting cross-legged on the pillow at the edge of the wall, those falcon-like eyes are slightly squinting, but the fire light in the eyes is a strange brightness, which is not easily dimmed by the change of the situation.

"I've made a private call with the innkeeper... this area is relatively remote, at least it can provide you and Mr. Yan with a short rest." He said, "As for other things...it's hard to say yet. "

"The new year is approaching, and the major schools in the north and south must be busy with many affairs in the school." In the darkness, he raised his arm from the pillow, spread his slender and strong five fingers and gestured to Xue Lan, "Lingtai Mountain is electing a new one. Sect Leader, how many people will be there at that time... is actually something that is not easy to calculate."

Xue Lan was silent for a while because of her thin lips. At this time, Yan Jue in her arms struggled to sit up straight, and said in a low voice: "What do you want to do?... Fishing in troubled waters, listening to the music while in the chaos." Taishan, go find your incompetent fool patriarch?"

He was burning badly, but he was not confused at all.Sure enough, as soon as I heard this from Zhenzhen, I didn't say a word, it was the default.

"idiot."

When Yan Jue was ill, he usually had a very bad temper, and his words were even more thorny.Xue Lan was sitting next to him, not daring to vent his anger, only to hear Yan Jue say again: "There are so many people on Lingtai Mountain, how dare you let an unknown person go up and make trouble, and risk your life for fun? "

In fact, Yan Jue has never understood why a brainy person like Cong Zhen spends his whole life circling around his brainless little patriarch.

Everyone has certain goals, but he never has them.He lived like a dead man, spending his whole life on other people's affairs.

Of course, Yan Jue didn't care about Cong Zhen's life or death.He didn't care how Congzhen died—the only thing he subconsciously felt was that this clever and calculating Baiwu man would definitely use his apprentice as a swordsman.

A blood-stained, extremely lethal living sword, the power that erupts out of control is immeasurably destructive - the objects of destruction even include himself.

Yan Jue would never allow the bloody tragedy that happened at the bottom of Xixin Valley to happen again.

So he said: "You need to figure out what you want first. Yun Zhehuan's life... or the Jielong Seal? In the end, there is a high possibility that only one of these two things will remain—but you'd better figure it out, It is also convenient to make trade-offs in the future.”

Lifting his eyes slightly from the pillow, the high bridge of his nose cast a dark shadow under the burning carbon fire.

His lips were in that shadow, silently pursing into a firm arc: "Mr. Yan, I think it very clearly...it has always been."

He said he thought very clearly.

——Anyway, Yan Jue didn't see it too much, he felt that there was at least half of the paste in Congzhen's brain.

"You..." Yan Jue was halfway through his words, and finally couldn't continue.The broken bone in his left heart has not healed yet, and now he has a high fever again, which simply makes the original injury worse.

Xue Lanyin immediately pinned him down: "...Don't talk, don't talk, just calm down... Calm down and rest, okay?"

After saying that, he turned his head and gave Cong Pillow a wink, Cong Pillow felt relieved immediately, got up silently, opened the door, and walked out lightly.

The room was originally narrow, but now most of the space was vacated, and Xue Lanyin could barely spread out her hands and feet.

There was only one bed, and Cheng Bi was sleeping soundly on it. Xue Lan couldn't bear to let her daughter-in-law sleep directly on the floor, so she hurriedly pulled a ball of quilt down, put it next to the charcoal basin, and then hugged Yan Bao over, and the two of them were wrapped together Shrinking into the corner, finally no longer affected by the cold wind outside the window.

"You are so ill, you still have the heart to teach others." Xue Lan reached out and touched the tip of Yan Jue's burning nose, helplessly and distressedly said, "Brother Cong doesn't want to die... What are you doing like this?"

Yan Jue didn't speak, probably because of the fever, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.But his eyes were always blank, just like when he was kneeling outside the long line and looking up at the heavy snow.

No matter how old he is, he always has a stubbornness and stubbornness that cannot fade away.It was such an emotion that kept urging him, forcing him, and finally paying the price of his life to save those old people around him who passed away in a hurry.

Qin is just one of them.

——But at the same time, it was also the beginning of Yan Jue's stubbornness.

Now that the dream is broken and the soul is shattered, what he tried his best to keep, there is no possibility of resurrection and return.

So in the end, everything is just a vain.

Xue Lan looked down at Yan Jue for a long time.

He had thought he was going to cry - it certainly looked like that.His eyes were red, his ears were red, and even his cheeks were almost sickly red.

In fact, Yan Jue didn't intend to cry.He asked Xue Lanyin to stare at him for a while, only to feel annoyed, so he stretched out his hand to push him away.

Yan Jue was still the same Yan Jue, he would not shed a single tear when he was in the most pain.It's just that because Xue Lan has stayed with him for so many years, she has a deep understanding of every kind of emotion in his eyes.

So Xue Lanyin opened his arms again, and hugged his master tightly into his arms.

"It's not uncomfortable anymore..." Xue Lan closed her eyes, and her tone of voice sounded like coaxing a homeless child, "Isn't there still me here... I will always be with you Around."

"Always, for as long as it takes."

So he promised.