There are always authors who commit crimes against the wind

Cheng Che never thought he could hear such a sentence.

Seeing the girl who had clearly taken the medicine die in front of him, he thought that the person would just sigh and tell him that was the case, but the person said:

"Or, you come with me."

He felt himself trembling: "... what?"

The other party was standing under the moonlight, his dark clothes dyed the color of a crow by the silence around him.

The man paused, but continued to say: "Aren't you... not tired of living here?...Come with me."

Cheng Che was tired. Cheng Che really felt very tired. He raised his eyes to look at the young man, but suddenly realized that this was the only person who asked him if he was tired in his short life experience.

The bank was full of tears, and he hugged the opponent's waist, but he could only rest on the other side's collar while resting on his toes.

The young man's body froze again, he didn't push him away, but he stretched out his hand to encircle himself in the same way, and followed his back stiffly.

Cheng Che heard him say: "...I can feel that you have a good affinity with spiritual power. Compared to being summoned and wasted your whole life here, it is indeed better to go on the fairy road."

He asked him, "Would you like to?"

——An immortal asked him if he would like it.

Cheng Che nodded vigorously. He felt that the man touched his head, and the cool fingertips passed by, but he stuffed a small piece of jade into his small palm.

The other party squatted down and taught him to calm down and sense:

"Relax and imagine yourself as a fish swimming in the water."

This metaphor was a bit ignorant to Cheng Che, but he felt that it should be the same as how he felt when he was with this young man.

The jade in his hand suddenly emitted a layer of golden light, the man smiled, the softness hidden in his voice was like the bright light behind him:

"Look, Golden Single Spiritual Root."

He stood up, "It's like this broken spirit stone, shouldn't you bury it here... What's your name?"

Cheng Che flinched, and spit out the word "Cheng", but it was quickly swallowed back.

- You can't use this last name.

There was a tremor in his heart.

——My concubine has said that this surname is unique and supreme in the world, if she said... this person might be...

"Guan Che." He didn't dare to use his mother's concubine's surname, he thought of the name of the palace by accident, and filled it in casually before he had time to think about it.

There was a drum beating in his heart, but the man didn't ask any more questions.

Cheng Che breathed a sigh of relief, and silently watched the man simply carve a coffin for Bao Nan out of the rotten wood furniture in the hall, and put him in the ground peacefully.The tip of the nose was sour, but there was still a hollow pain in the bottom of my heart.

The young man wiped away his tears for him, the long sword he had just used to carve wood was shining with green light, and the clear sound of unsheathing was still clear in this ruined palace.

He suddenly panicked: "Immortal... Is the immortal going away... Sister Baonan is also gone... Don't...don't leave me here, okay?...I don't want to go back..."

--enough.

There seemed to be distressed tenderness in the young man's eyes, Cheng Che took advantage of the situation, but threw himself on the other party.

"...I...I won't force you... Can the immortal tell me your name? I heard that as long as a mortal reads the name of the immortal, the immortal can feel it."

—Can you please stop asking.

The man turned around, and the hand running down his hair seemed to be a little familiar: "...I said I'm not a fairy..."

——Go away, what nonsense!

Cheng Che immediately changed his words: "Then...the monk...the brother brother of the monk should tell me?"

——Why tell.

The hope and fear in Cheng Che's eyes were mixed together, and his amber eyes were like wrinkled spring water.

——Just like my expression now.

"... Gu Jun."

Cheng Che gritted out these two sounds between his teeth, and looked back, but the other party was still lying in a pool of blood.

He laughed: "...it's all your fault."

"Look what you are doing to save me."

"Look at you ruined my life."

"Look at yourself again...?"

——It's all your fault.

The heavy rain fell, wetted the solemn white jade steps in front of the palace, washed away the disgustingly sticky blood, but also knocked down the red sandalwood pavilion in the imperial garden in the distance.

He remembered.

They met there all the time during that month, and they learned how to absorb energy and cut off new leaves from trees with a little bit of spiritual power.The rain that day was also as heavy as it is today. The two of them sat in the pavilion, and the draft unintentionally lifted the ends of each other's hair, just like the beauty of water and moon mirroring flowers.

He said in a waxy voice: "Brother Jun, if I really go to practice Taoism with you, will you be considered my master?"

Gu Jun turned his head and glanced at him, his eyebrows raised deeply, his face blurred by the moisture in the air:

"Why, don't you...don't want to?"

Cheng Che rushed towards him immediately: "No, no, no... It's just that I heard... that... the first time a master meets an apprentice, he always gives an apprenticeship ceremony."

Gu Jun smiled: "I'll talk about it when the time comes, I didn't bring any good things with Liudan, and I gave it for nothing..."

Cheng Che said: "Didn't Brother Jun have a pair of jade pendants in the Sumeru Ring?"

Cheng Che was dumbfounded: "When did I see it...it was just a pair of blue bird slips that failed in refinement. They were originally bound to each other and could be used for communication...now they are the same as fate cards."

Cheng Che's acting like a baby is getting better and better: "It doesn't matter! Anyway, it's just a set!!"

Seeing Gu Jun's appearance of fearing that his future apprentice would suffer, Cheng Che immediately stretched out his hand to put the ring on the man's finger: "What's the big deal, master will give it to me later... Master? Brother Jun?"

Gu Jun had no choice but to compromise, and took out the jade token from the sumeri. He gave one to Cheng Che, forced out a drop of blood essence with his spiritual power, and immediately lit up the jade token.

"Okay." He said, "This represents me."

Also using the blood of Cheng Che's fingertips to light up his own jade plaque, Gu Jun said in a calm voice, "This is you."

Cheng Che smiled: "Does this thing have a name?"

Gu Jun sighed: "What do you want a name for a disused spiritual weapon?"

Cheng Che said: "Shuangshengyan, the same double return. Anyway, I will always be with brother Jun from now on, so I should call it Shuangshengpei?"

Gu Jun frowned: "How can it be named like that, twins don't mean..."

Cheng Che didn't care, he decided on his own name cheerfully, and watched Gu Jun away happily. After leaving with an umbrella, he also tiptoed back to Juanyun Palace wearing a cloak.

Since her mother and concubine moved into the cold palace, her body has been getting weaker and weaker due to the cold. Normally at this time, let alone such a torrential rain, even if the weather is sunny and sunny, she needs to take a nap in the palace.

Cheng Che glanced at the main hall, the lights in the dormitory were off, it seemed that the mother and concubine were still sleeping.

He stepped into the courtyard through the side door, and was about to return to Ziji's room, but two big scarlet lanterns were hanging directly in front of him.

Cheng Che was startled, and just when he almost cried out, Shen Bitao's extremely beautiful eyes came into view.

"Where did you go?" she asked.

Cheng Che froze for a moment, and the blood all over his body began to flow backwards.

On the other side, Baoying said softly: "...it is Mr. Liu from Taixue... Last time His Highness went to listen, His Excellency had a very good impression of him... So I borrowed some lonely copies for His Highness, and I will return them today."

Shen Bitao said "Oh": "The weather is so bad? Are you making a special trip to return the books?"

Cheng Che heard the sound of rainwater hitting the paper umbrella above Shen Bitao's head, heard the sound of thunder flashing and roaring, and heard his calm voice saying slowly:

"Because of the bad weather, my son returned the book on time, which will definitely leave the impression on the adults that he studied hard until the deadline, obeyed the letter and obeyed the etiquette."

Seeing Shen Bitao's relaxed smile, Cheng Che secretly let out a sigh of relief.

However, his voice was still cold and unfamiliar to the point of pointing at himself:

"...In this way, Erchen won a move."

……

Although it was vague for a while, the meeting between Cheng Che and Gu Jun was also delayed by it.

He chose a day when his mother and concubine visited the main palace to go to Shutian Pavilion, where Gu Jun lived temporarily, to find Gu Jun. After exchanging words with him, the young man frowned deeply, and his voice was as calm as usual powerful:

"Since that's the case, I'd better not make an appointment with you recently... I will return in four days, and that evening, you will wait for me in that deserted palace... I will take you out."

Cheng Che was overjoyed, hugged Gu Jun and kissed him on the side of the cheek. He looked at the man's eyes that were suddenly stained red, and felt that his future Master Jun was really good-looking.

He kept saying to the young man who was sitting stiffly: "Brother Jun must remember to pick me up!! Don't forget!! Don't forget!!"

The young man touched the cheek that Cheng Che had smacked, put down the jade slip in his hand, and said in an eternity:

"Ah."

--Um.

—and then he forgot.

Cheng Che no longer remembers how he dragged himself back to Cirrus in the early morning of the fifth day. When he returned, Baoying was skinned and hung on the old mulberry tree in the courtyard. The spiritual bone three inches below his heart came out.

The woman said, "I gave birth to you! I gave you every bit of skin and flesh!"

"Since you don't cherish the skin I gave you now, and don't want to make the best use of it for me, then I'll take back a little bit!! Anyway——"

The woman's blood-stained face is really beautiful:

"Anyway, you won't need it in the future."

——How can it not be used! ! ?Without the spirit bone, what would he use to follow Gu Jun, what would he use to escape from this prison? ?

Cheng Che seemed to hear the sound of his world falling down.

He was in so much pain, he was so painful that he passed out and woke up, and the pain was so painful that he was dying.

... Gu Jun... Gu Jun?

——What hurts more is the heart, right?

……

Time was always pulled very slowly during the illness. On the day he woke up, the little eunuch beside him cried and asked how long he had been burned, saying that he almost died.

Cheng Che just felt that he seemed to have forgotten something. He and the person holding the other half of the jade pendant by the table seemed to have made an appointment to go together, and then he was left behind.

A few tears fell, Cheng Che wanted to cry, but couldn't say the name he wanted to call.

"Jun..."

With a word stuck in his throat, the little lady couldn't listen clearly, but she still managed to ask him what he wanted.

Cheng Che felt that he might still have a fever, and all this was just a nightmare.

——He originally thought that he had woken up from a nightmare since the day he met the man who claimed to be the Holy One.

Ah.Looking at it now, maybe he never woke up, he was completely burned by that fire, and now, there is no last thought left.

The Patriarch of the Gu family in a green shirt came over with a sword, and Cheng Che was suddenly annoyed that only one person could wear this color.

The sword rises and the sword falls, blood gushes like a spring.

Cheng Che wondered if that person would be waiting for him by the Naihe Bridge.

—Probably not.

He closed his eyes.

After all, none of this was his fault.

If you want to blame, you should also blame this fate.

Also should.

Blame me.