knife cut mountains and rivers

At this time, thunder suddenly broke out, and it was going to rain.

Song Xiaochuan looked at the sky, he thought of the time when he reunited with Fucheng.It was also raining that day, so he pretended to be a scholar, piled some of his books on the ox cart, and drove the cart a little foolishly.However, it rained suddenly and the road became muddy. His feet slipped and he rolled down together with the books in the car.

He's not that stupid, he was able to do this because he saw Fucheng.

Sure enough, he attracted Fu Cheng's attention, and Fu Cheng supported his sliding bullock cart with one hand, saying: "Be careful."

That was the first time Fucheng spoke to him, and Song Xiaochuan missed the word "be careful" for the rest of his life.

Song Xiaochuan saw the fire cloud pattern on the opponent's forehead, and his heart was pounding. Fucheng's appearance didn't change much, and the lines on his face were sharper than when he was a child.Fu Cheng came over to help his ox cart, homered the wet books one by one, and carefully put them into his wooden box.

Fucheng helped him push the cart and walked for a while, and the two walked to a pavilion to shelter from the rain.

At that time, not long after Fucheng was expelled from the school, Song Xiaochuan participated in the plan to assassinate Elder Tang of Zhengxuan Mountain, and he also released the news of the revival of the Life and Death Sect.Fucheng saw the secret document on Xu Yunqi's table, and returned to Bailu City after being expelled from the division.

Song Xiaochuan knew that Fucheng would come back early in the morning, but when he actually saw it, his heart beat like a drum.

In the rain shelter, it was raining heavily outside, and it seemed that only Fu Cheng and him were left in the world.He looked greedily at the man in front of him. For six years, he had missed him for six years.

Song Xiaochuan has always liked to watch Fucheng since he was a child. Not everyone in the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation is as eager to break free from the cage of fate as Fucheng. There are also some people who enjoy themselves in this formation, and Song Xiaochuan is one of them.Song Xiaochuan has never lived a normal life. When you listen to a certain kind of words for a long time, you will think that this is the only real world. He believes in the teachings for granted and is willing to dedicate his life.

Song Xiaochuan has been working hard to become an evil god, although he doesn't understand what that means.Until one day Song Xiaochuan met Fucheng, he saw Fucheng killing people, he saw the cold eyes of the young Fucheng, and looked at him contemptuously, the dead people are not worth mentioning.At that time Song Xiaochuan knew that Fucheng would one day become his god.

In the formation of thousands of corpses, Fucheng is out of place, he is so powerful that people are afraid, Fucheng has a destructive power that will attract everyone's attention.Song Xiaochuan even hoped that Fucheng would be the one who broke everything.

But Fucheng never glanced at him, at that time he was always hanging out with a man named Daze.

Fucheng noticed the little scholar's gaze, and when he turned around, he saw Song Xiaochuan bursting into tears. Fucheng was puzzled and said, "Hey? Isn't it just a book? Why are you crying?"

Song Xiaochuan couldn't stop his tears, he cried like a snot bag.

"Don't cry." Fucheng couldn't stand other people crying the most, and said: "It's a big deal, I'll pay you."

Song Xiaochuan cried while talking, and said, "No, you don't need to pay."

Fucheng was annoyed seeing people crying, so he could only ask, "Where are you going?"

Song Xiaochuan sniffled and said, "Bailu City."

Fucheng looked at Song Xiaochuan suspiciously. There are not many scholars in Bailu City, and said, "Are you going to Bailu City to catch up for the exam?" It sounds like a joke.

Song Xiaochuan didn't panic, he blinked his eyes and began to lie, saying, "I'm going to join my relatives."

Fucheng said indifferently: "I still think you are going to take the exam."

Song Xiaochuan said in a muffled voice: "I took the exam. I didn't pass the exam. After five years of exams, I only got a scholar." Song Xiaochuan told Fucheng the fabricated experience. This matter was because he didn't care about Song Xiaochuan.

"Reading is also good, so what do you want to do in the future?" Waiting for the rain to be bored, Fucheng could only chat with Song Xiaochuan.

It was rare for Song Xiaochuan to think about it seriously. No one had ever asked him this question, and he seemed to be facing a difficult problem.He could have made up a lie and told Fu Cheng casually, but he wanted to tell Fu Cheng what was in his heart.

Fucheng just asked casually. He didn't expect the other party to think about it for so long. Just when Fucheng thought he would not answer, Song Xiaochuan said: "I want to be a calligraphy and painting seller." Song Xiaochuan racked his brains and finally thought of it. He came up with an answer, he was born with great skill in painting, if he wasn't born in Life and Death Sect, he should have a painting studio in the future.

"Sell calligraphy and painting." Fucheng didn't know calligraphy and painting, and he didn't understand the literati's twists and turns, but he always felt that it would be great to have a small painting studio.Fu Chengdao: "Very good."

In the first year, Song Xiaochuan only dared to look at Fucheng from a distance, he didn't dare to approach him rashly, Fucheng would be wary of the people around him.

Until one day, when Fucheng passed by the bank on the street, he saw a group of thugs beating and kicking a person.The little scholar didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, so he could only cover his head, as if he was resigned.

Fucheng didn't want to care about this at first, but later he saw that Song Xiaochuan was beaten so badly that he looked half dead.Fucheng couldn't help but push away the people next to him, and said to Song Xiaochuan, "Can you get up?"

Lying on his back, Song Xiaochuan saw a hand, looked up along the slender hand, and saw the glowing red fire cloud patterns.Fu Cheng didn't smile at him, his brows were raised, and he was a little impatient.

Fucheng pulled Song Xiaochuan up, the owner of the bank was not very happy, and said: "You kid just want to run away because you copied the bank notes of our Datong Bank?"

But Fucheng said to Song Xiaochuan: "You are quite good, you can imitate bank notes."

Song Xiaochuan's face was flushed, and he couldn't tell whether Fucheng was praising him or hurting him.

Fu Cheng said to the boss: "I will compensate you for how much he imitated."

The boss also hit him, and he was angry. He didn't have time to vent his anger on Song Xiaochuan. He took the money and said harshly to Song Xiaochuan: "Don't let me see you. I will watch you and hit you once."

Song Xiaochuan stood where he was, and the boss spit on his face, but he didn't hide, he just clenched his fists.

After the boss left, Song Xiaochuan said to Fucheng, "Thank you."

"Thank you, wipe your face first," Fu Cheng said, "I have to pay it back."

Song Xiaochuan stammered a bit, and said, "I...I can't afford it."

Fu Chengdao: "You pay back slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Fucheng helped him to sit down in the thatched shed selling herbal tea, then he drank the tea slowly and said, "Where are your relatives from far away?"

Song Xiaochuan felt a little warm in his heart, Fucheng still remembered him, and even remembered the lies he said casually.Song Xiaochuan lowered his head and said, "Sister-in-law doesn't like me."

Fucheng doesn't have the concept of aunt and sister-in-law. Looking at Song Xiaochuan's appearance, he knows that he is annoying. Fucheng has a little sympathy for him, because Fucheng is not likable wherever he goes, so he said: "I live in Liuyin Xiang, remember to come to me when you pay back the money." After speaking, Fucheng paid the tea money and left.

Song Xiaochuan looked at the tea money on the table, thinking that you gave too much, then thought again, the extra money was probably for Song Xiaochuan.There is only one tael of silver in total, and it is still placed next to Song Xiaochuan's body.

Half a year later, Song Xiaochuan went to Liuyin Lane to give money, and rented a small house next to Fucheng, and became Fucheng's brother.

The memory of Fucheng is vivid and vivid. He has two shallow dimples when he laughs. When he sees Song Xiaochuan crying, he will be embarrassed and at a loss.Most of the time, they raised their brows slantingly, as if nothing was worth mentioning.

The cold rain hit Song Xiaochuan's face, which hurt a little.

Death is eternal life, death is eternal life?why is he so cold

When Song Xiaochuan came back from the dream, there was no Fucheng's smile in reality, only Zhou Heng's cold and hard face, and his disgust was palpable.

A Jin Yiwei died beside Song Xiaochuan, blood splashed all over his face, the surroundings were filled with the breath of death, people's screams and the collision of weapons could be heard in his ears.Song Xiaochuan fantasized about his own death, but he didn't expect to die so lightly.

At the last moment of Song Xiaochuan's life, with all his strength, he slowly turned his head and followed the figure of Fucheng.

Zhou Heng followed Song Xiaochuan's gaze, Jin Yiwei did not hold back Rama, and the golden needle on Fucheng's head had disappeared.With a click, he broke free from the chain on his wrist and smashed to the ground with a bang.Fu Cheng stood up slowly, but was pulled by the neck ring on his neck. He hesitated a little, pinched the neck ring with his palm, and the neck ring was like scrap iron in Fu Cheng's hand. After a while, it shattered into two neck rings Randomly dropped on the ground.

Tongues of fire once curled up on his robe, causing slight curls on his clothes. Scattered flames flickered on his body, but the fire was broken by the rain. It seemed that Fucheng had descended on the world for the first time. He raised his head Looking at the sky, he touched the rainwater on his cheek in puzzlement, the sparks gradually dimmed, but the fire cloud pattern on Fucheng's forehead was as vivid as fire.

Under invisible control, Fu Cheng slowly turned around.

Fucheng looked at the world coldly, his long and narrow eyes had no warmth at this moment, the red lines on both sides of his cheeks were not washed away by the rain, and he looked strangely strange at this moment.

Song Xiaochuan laughed in satisfaction, Fucheng was finally going to be possessed.Song Xiaochuan laughed wildly, his efforts were not in vain, the meaning of his life has been achieved, compared with Fucheng, what is his own destiny?

Zhou Heng turned the black iron sword, and the blade of the sword stabbed a hole in Song Xiaochuan's chest. Song Xiaochuan died, and he was smiling before he died.

But Zhou Heng's real threat has just begun.

Fucheng stood on the altar, with flames still extinguished at his feet, like a ghost walking out of the red lotus fire.

But Zhou Heng was thinking, even if it is an evil ghost, this is still a very beautiful ghost.Yes, he even understood at that moment why the members of the Life and Death Sect were willing to sacrifice thousands of lives in exchange for his birth in Fucheng.

The rainwater meanders down Fucheng's slashed face, and finally gathers and falls at the chin, dripping down at his feet with a bang.His face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy, and his eyes were stained with a strange red.He raised his hand, touched the red mark on his cheek, and then pulled a smile.

When Fucheng laughed, there were even dimples on his cheeks, and the evil and evil aura was magnified in his body. He stood on the altar, looking down at everyone from a high position.

This is the evil god, and even Zhou Heng couldn't help but want to kneel down to him and bow his head.