Fengyunyi

"I'm the one who should die!!" Qin Feng roared, the tears had already flowed dry, but the sockets of his eyes were red and sour.

Long Guyue panicked when she heard the words, she suddenly held Qin Feng with her backhand, and said excitedly: "You are the only blood of the Lin family...you must live...promise mother..."

"Why! Why can you all die!! Only I can't!!" Qin Feng yelled hysterically, sobbing madly and on the verge of collapse.

"You can't...you can't die!!" Long Guyue jumped up excitedly, and she was so angry that she spilled a mouthful of blood on Qin Feng's lapel. She didn't care, and grabbed Qin Feng's hand like crazy, "You It's Tingzhi's son...you can't die! You can't die!!"

"Okay, okay!! I will do whatever you arrange!! Satisfied!" Qin Feng roared hoarsely, his desperation and collapse were crushing him like a thousand troops, and he was almost out of breath.

Long Guyue smiled gratifiedly, and with the last ounce of strength, she fell heavily into Luo Xiao's arms. She could no longer lift her hands, but just stared at Qin Feng intently, longing to see her own flesh and blood more.

Only when we recognize each other, we will leave.

"Mother... don't go, okay..." Qin Feng lowered his head and sobbed, the pain of his separation made him unable to breathe like drowning.

Long Guyue was shocked at first, and then she finally laughed, tender and loving, her hot tears were like broken pearls and stones, blurring her vision: "Zixu, don't be afraid...Mother will always be with you..."

The last look, the last words, Long Guyue smiled with tears, her soul left the weak body, and ended her sad life.

"Mom!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Qin Feng roared wildly, and suddenly hugged Long Guyue's body into his arms, his voice was sad and desolate, piercing through the hearts of the people, more chilling than the cold wind on the cliff.

The young man's frenzied and desperate screams of pain gradually became hoarse, until finally he burst into tears with heartbroken tears, echoing coldly and bone-chillingly in the mountains.

The twilight was pale and yellow, and the wind and frost in the mountains and forests under Broken Soul Peak had not weakened in the slightest. The withered and yellow branches were covered with snow, heavily suppressing the breath of life, and the snow fell coldly on a speeding carriage with a "srustling" sound.

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The heavy snow is falling, the houses are cold and the plum blossoms are lonely and withered, and the carriage stops suddenly.

Jiang Litong's old body was trembling, his eyes were red and his lips were white. Leaning on crutches, he hurried into a house in the deep forest with Qiu Ji's support.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, and on the sick bed, the person who looked like broken jade was unconscious, with a pale face that was almost transparent, and a weak breath that seemed to make his soul fly away with just a touch.

Jiang Litong looked at the almost lifeless man on the bed, his old eyes were soaked with hot tears, he choked up his old voice: "You are really so cruel to let the foster father send a white-haired man to a black-haired man..."

"Master, it's better to send senior brother back to the villa for treatment." Fu Changyin said.

"Okay... send him away." Jiang Litong wiped away his tears with a flick of his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother." Baili Changyi said in embarrassment, and quickly picked up the man who was in a mess and hurried out.

The galloping carriage flew south among the white snow and red plum blossoms.

The cold wind blew the curtain of the carriage, and the weak face of the man sitting in the carriage was pale, his lips were chapped, his beautiful eyes were slightly hidden, and it seemed that every breath needed to be exhausted, as if he was being strangled by death. .

His absent-minded and empty eyes stared motionlessly at the vast white snow outside the carriage, the corners of his eyes were wet unconsciously, tears of pain and despair fell from their sockets, he moved his lips wearily but only a few dry words.

"Cough cough cough... Xu..."

"drive--"

The rickety carriage gradually drifted away in the white snow, and the broken snow was blown up. With the endless regrets of Liren's life, he left the snow-covered city of Shangyi, leaving behind ruts all the way.

The wind and snow blurred the sorrow and sorrow in the world, and buried all the grievances and hatreds coldly. When the light and shadow flowed by, who would remember the cry of broken souls on Duanhun Peak, and who would remember the promise of staying the same forever.

The Buddha said the seven sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment of monks, parting from love, not getting what you want.

Fengyun is dead, leaving only a lifetime of pain and sorrow.

On the tenth day of October in the first year of Yuancheng, Xuanji Villa

At the end of the cold winter, the warm spring is over, and the cool autumn returns, and the autumn frost in the mountains surrounds the quiet and desolate small courtyard.

"Master, it's been more than half a year, why hasn't senior brother's illness improved?" Fu Changyin looked worriedly at Jiang Jingshu who was sleeping on the sickbed.

Xuanjizi stroked his beard worryingly, paced in boredom and said: "He has a heart disease."

Fu Changyin said helplessly: "Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine."

At this time, Jiang Jingshu woke up in a daze, looked at Fu Changyin and subconsciously called out: "Zixu..."

"Brother, you slept for another day, hurry up and eat something." Fu Changyin quickly helped Jiang Jingshu up and leaned against the bed.

Realizing that this is still the Xuanji Villa, Jiang Jingshu's eyes quickly darkened, and he leaned blankly on the side of the bed and let Fu Changyin feed him. Mr. Jiang Yuan, who was originally elegant and elegant, turned into such an idiot .

"Today... what day is it?" Jiang Jing asked lyrically.

"It's the tenth day of October."

Jiang Jingshu laughed a few times sadly, his voice was weak: "It's been almost a year, isn't it?"

"Senior brother..." Fu Changyin was speechless for a moment, he knew better than anyone else the pain of being in love and not being able to see each other.

"You don't have to worry so much..." Jiang Jingshu lowered his eyes tiredly, dying.

"Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Only when you recover from your illness will you have a chance to see him again." Fu Changyin said seriously.

Jiang Jingshu shook his head, smiled wryly, "What's the use of seeing it..."

"Qingmo, your adoptive father is very old now." Xuanjizi shook his whisk and said seriously, "You must get better, do you understand?"

Jiang Jingshu felt cold all over, and closed his eyes exhaustedly, his mood was as disturbed as autumn rain.

"Qingmo, don't you have the heart to let your righteous father die without anyone dying?" Xuanjizi sighed bitterly, "The past in the world of mortals follows the wind like smoke."

"Master, don't talk about it." Fu Changyin said in embarrassment.

"I'm waking him up."

Jiang Jingshu slowly opened his dazed eyes, and he murmured softly: "I see..."

"If you know, you have to take good care of your illness." Xuanjizi frowned, speaking in an admonishing tone.

Jiang Jingshu pulled the corners of his mouth dryly, showing an ugly smile.

This year, the red leaves are like fire, and the frost flowers are falling all over the sky. Spring and autumn come, and there is nothing but guilt.

Shangyi, Luofu

The autumn rain is as vast as needles, and it is so cold that it can penetrate the bone marrow.

"Father, there is still no way." Luo Xinchao stood in the rain, the expression on his face had changed from anxious to helpless, he looked at Luo Xiao, frowned and said: "Brother A Yi still has no intention of going out of the pavilion, if this continues... …What should I do?"

Ever since Yun Cong fell off Broken Soul Cliff and Luo Yi learned all the truth, he has been shutting himself in the Linxuan, practicing calligraphy and painting all day, or playing the piano, playing chess with himself, or staying with Yun Cong. something in a daze.Except for handing over his calligraphy and paintings to his servants to sell for money, he didn't pay any attention to the business of Luo's mansion, but Luo Xiao tried all kinds of methods, and there was nothing he could do.

During this period, Luo Yi resisted with a hunger strike, which almost damaged his internal strength and lost his life, but also completely polished Luo Xiao's patience.The relationship between father and son, I didn't expect to be so helpless today.

"Father... Brother A Yi has been like this for half a year, what do you think should be done... Since Brother A Cong..." Luo Xin looked at the continuous autumn rain, and his tone became anxious, but when he mentioned Yun Cong's name, he still restrained himself Shut up.

Today is Luo Yi's birthday, the originally happy day is so lonely and desolate, full of silent sorrow.

Luo Xiao looked dignified, his face seemed to have aged in half a year, and silver threads appeared on his temples.He thought this chess game of revenge could end everything, but unexpectedly, what he got in return was the indifference of his own son.

"Father, do you want to go and see brother A Yi?"

"Do you think he will pay attention to Dad?" Luo Xiao lowered his eyes and sighed lightly: "Go and see him."

Luo Xin covered his head with his hands, and flew into the courtyard with three steps and two steps, disappearing into the drizzle.

Luo Xiao was left in the rain with a sad look on his face.

Do you regret it?Maybe, in today's field, it is absolutely correct to say that he, Luo Xiao, did it on his own.

【Linxuan】

"Brother Yi is me, Ashin."

The man in the room was a little thinner than half a year ago, but his heroic and steady back still had an intimidating vigor.I saw him concentrating on the paintings on the desk, his face as calm as water, and he put down his pen and turned his head slowly after hearing Luo Xin's call

"Ashin."

"Why are you still painting... You must have painted hundreds of paintings this month?" Luo Xin walked forward worriedly.

"Anyway, it's okay, I can sell more paintings for money, lest people always say that I have nothing to do all day long." Luo Yi said with a sarcasm.

"Brother A Yi, don't listen to those gossip servants, you can earn money by selling this painting." Luo Xin immediately said angrily, and then quickly changed the subject: "By the way, today is your birthday, you have to go out for a walk Let's put it aside..."

In the past, Yuncong would definitely take Luo Yi out for a walk on this day, making this seemingly ordinary day extremely full.

Without that person, everything seemed dull.

Luo Yi picked up the painting, Lu Chu had painted it earlier, the man on it was like jade, gentle and graceful, with star eyes and willow eyebrows, it was Yun Cong.

Luo Xin was taken aback after seeing it, and then his eyes couldn't help but filled with sadness, suppressing the sadness and helplessness in his throat.

"Ashin, come with me to Broken Soul Peak." Seeing Luo Yi finishing the scroll, he said softly.

"What, what?"

"If you're not free, fine."

"Brother Ayi, I will accompany you!"

The rain is getting heavier, obliterating the loneliness of late autumn.

They didn't encounter any obstacles when they went out. It's ironic that Luo Yi was forbidden by Luo Xiao to step out of the house half a year ago, but now the other party has nothing to do with him.

Luo Yi carefully wrapped the painting in cloth, and moved forward cautiously under the umbrella held up by Luo Xin.Both of them remained silent, letting the rain drip on the umbrella, splashing light dust and mist, and the air-conditioning was frosty.

The soul of the person on the Broken Soul Cliff, the tragedy of half a year ago still seems to be vivid in his mind.Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, Luo Yi still felt a sharp and burning pain, as if he could outline the scene of Yuncong falling from here.

He closed his eyes, endured the pain and flew forward, left the protection of the umbrella and rushed into the cold wind, standing on the edge of the cliff, staring at the abyss with scorching eyes.

"Brother Ayi! You won't..." Luo Xin who was behind him was horrified and thought he was going to commit suicide.

But Luo Yi just shook his head lightly and said with a smile, "I just want him to see this painting."

As he spoke, he took out the painting and slowly unfolded it, facing the endless abyss, fluttering in the cold wind.

The pain was so great that the corners of his eyes were red, and he was about to ooze long-lost tears.

He endured it for so long, the moment he saw Broken Soul Cliff, he finally couldn't help it.

"The painting is so ugly, do you still want to give it to me?"

A voice came from out of the sky, and Luo Yi froze in midair inconceivably, as if countless piano strings were vibrating in his mind, telling him that this was impossible.

Behind him, Luo Xin suddenly turned his head, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground in shock, splashing a splash of water on the edge of the cliff.

A tea-white figure is holding a hundred umbrellas, the familiar face is like a clear bamboo and the moon, flying over with a calm and elegant lightness, a pair of star pupils are still bright, and the willow eyebrows are warm, rippling in a bend of autumn water.

"Yun Cong... Ah Cong?"

Luo Yi thought he was hallucinating, but when he saw Luo Xin's shocked face, he knew it was not hallucination.

"Master Luo finally knows that he came to burn incense for me today." Yun Cong slowly landed towards the edge of the cliff, the expression under the white umbrella was half a smile, and there was a faint temptation and timidity hidden between his brows.

He is afraid.

After a short moment of disbelief, Luo Yi flew towards the person who came, and pulled the lost and recovered Yun Cong into his arms.After feeling the real warmth, his heart was beating like thunder, and everything came so unsuspectingly that he almost wept with joy.

In the past six months, he definitely didn't stay in the mansion to blame others. He secretly sent someone to look for Yun Cong's trace. There was always a trace of luck hidden in his heart. It is necessary to find the other party, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will dry up the tears of Huang Quan.

He used all his tearing strength to hold the other party tightly in his arms, and frantically printed a series of kisses on that fair face, eagerly conveying his love to the other party.

Yun Cong let him hold it. After a long while, he reached out to touch the scroll that Luo Yi held in his hand, and then laughed with a choked voice, "Don't hold it so tightly, it's all crumpled."

Luo Yicai let him go slowly, the ecstasy after the shock, the thought after the ecstasy, and finally slowly freeze on the man in front of him.

"It's really you."

"Am I still a ghost?" Yun Cong smiled lightly, his eyes misty and dazed.

"Why haven't you come to me for the past six months?" Luo Yi naturally took the umbrella in his hand and asked.

"Luo Xiao sealed Luo's mansion like a golden cage. If I go, won't I die again." Yun Cong said, with helplessness and complaints in his soft voice.

"I'm sorry." Luo Yi thought that the other party was blaming him, so he said immediately.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Cong lowered his head, his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly: "Aren't we all helpless and caught in this man-made chess game? Fortunately, we are still alive today, and we are lucky."

Luo Yi lightly held his hand: "Where have you been for the past six months?"

"I was rescued by someone arranged by Fengfeng. I have been recuperating for half a year. After lying in bed for a month, I came to this cliff every day. I never saw you." Hand: "What else can I do? I just practice calligraphy and painting, play the piano and play chess every day, and then take some calligraphy and paintings to sell on the surface."

"To each other, I have been doing these things for the past six months." Luo Yi grabbed his hand again and said softly: "Now I am here, how about I accompany you in the future?"

There was joy in Yun Cong's eyes, but the surface was still gentle and elegant: "Is the Luo family's family business not inherited?"

"My father is not the only son, so why not live in seclusion?"

The two looked at each other with a smile after they finished speaking, and then looked at Luo Xin, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, and the latter nodded fiercely as if understanding immediately, showing the firmness and determination of a man going to the battlefield.

It's all in it.

In November of the first year of Yuancheng, Shangyi.

In the middle of the night, the street was empty and pitch black, except for a drunk man wandering aimlessly around with a wine jar in his arms.

"Good wine..."

In the empty dark night, the hoarse voice was like a lonely ghost.

Suddenly a sword energy pierced the sky, and stabbed straight at the wine jar that the man was holding in his hand. With a harsh "pang bang", the wine jar was broken into powder, and the wine poured down on the man's face.

"Lin Zixu!"

The comer wore a cloak, and the shadow under the broad hat hid his face.

"Who?" Qin Feng looked drunkenly at the inexplicable person in front of him.

The other party angrily pulled down the cloak cap, as if it was Yun Cong, staring at Qin Feng who was neither human nor ghost, he shouted loudly: "Do you know what you are now!"

"Oh, Ah Cong, hiccup..." Qin Feng hiccupped, and simply leaned against a tree and poured down strong alcohol like a slovenly tramp.

"If you still hate us for lying to you for so long, you can kill me now!!" Yun Cong yelled furiously, "Kill me, kill Ah Yi!! Then you can vent your hatred!"

"To shut up--!"

Qin Feng suddenly roared like a maniac, his eyes were red, and with a "clang", the sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the silver-white cold Taichu directly hit Yuncong's chest.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind whistled like a whine.

"If killing me can relieve your anger, I accept my fate and do it." Yun Cong smiled desolately and closed his eyes.

"Will Xiao Shu come back after killing you!!" Qin Feng yelled madly, the sadness and fragility in his eyes were evident, and he was in pain.

"Why are you crazy!!" Yun Cong threw Taichu Sword to the ground angrily, slapped Qin Feng's chest with a palm, and said word by word, "Do you think Brother Jiang will be happy seeing you like this?! "

Qin Feng was hit a few steps away by the sudden force, and he staggered and fell to the ground. He laughed sadly: "They arranged for the first 20 years of my life, and they also arranged for the remaining dozens of years of my life." Years, don't you think it's overbearing?!"

Yun Cong trembled all over, looking at the lifeless Qin Feng, he smiled sadly: "Fengfeng, I understand your hatred... I hate it too, but in this chaos, I, you still don't care. With Brother Jiang, who can stay out of the matter and can only accept it, right?"

Qin Feng smiled indifferently, and simply lay back on the ground with his hands resting on the back of his head, staring at the endless night with despondent eyes, and said in a calm voice without any emotion, "But you still have brother A Yi with you."

"That's great..." Qin Feng looked at the sky and smiled slightly, strings of bitter and sad tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, soaking his temple hair.

The wind and sand cleared away, leaving only a lifetime of deep affection.

"Fengfeng, I'm sorry..."

One year later, on the fifth day of October in the second year of Yuancheng

wow wow wow-

The cold tombstone is still there, listening to Qiu Yu complaining.

In the red forest, the drenched man in black is particularly conspicuous. He sits tiredly leaning against the tombstone, his eyes are dull and lost, his chin is covered with stubble, and he is lonely from the vicissitudes of life. Irritated, even though the spicy stimulation filled the whole body, it was so numb as if there was no consciousness.

"Qingmo...the maple leaves are turning red...."

The sound of pattering rain drowned out those sad words.

As the twilight deepened, a carriage came towards Qin Feng from the wind and rain. Qiu Ji was driving the horse, and he carefully helped Jiang Litong down from the carriage.

Jiang Litong was leaning on crutches, watching Qin Feng sitting leaning on the tomb in the wind and rain, and Qin Feng couldn't help frowning. It's been almost two years since Qin Feng sat next to Jiang Jingshu's tomb every day from morning to night. long gone.

"It's been almost two years, and the young master still can't get out." Qiu Ji said sympathetically.

Jiang Litong let out a long sigh. He stepped forward and walked in front of Qin Feng. His old and hoarse voice trembled in the autumn rain: "It's raining so hard, don't you know how to go home?"

"Is it raining?" Qin Feng gulped down his wine, answering indifferently.

With a "pop", Jiang Litong lifted the crutches and smashed the wine jar in Qin Feng's hand, and scolded: "Do you think you will be happy if you pour ink like this?!"

"Then what do you want from me?" Qin Feng smiled, his voice was deep and hoarse.

"Qingmo wants you to live a good life!" Jiang Litong said sharply.

Qin Feng laughed drunkenly, so bitter that he suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of Jiang Litong.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Litong frowned.

"Master, there is something I want to tell you." Qin Feng stood on his knees in the wind and rain, his expression became indifferent and determined.

"What's the matter, get up and talk." Jiang Litong felt distressed and wanted to help Qin Feng stand up.

"I want to marry Meng Susu." Qin Feng lowered his head and said lightly.

"What did you say?!" Jiang Litong stiffened and looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

"You want me to live, don't you just want the incense of the Lin family to continue?" Qin Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, "Marry a wife and have a child, and when the child is born, please allow me to leave Shangyi, Master."

"Leave? Where are you going?" Jiang Litong asked tremblingly.

Qin Feng's eyes were red: "It's fine to go anywhere, I just want to leave here."

"I can't promise you." Jiang Litong sternly refused, "You are irresponsible!"

"Then what do you want me to do!!" Qin Feng couldn't help but finally yelled in pain and helplessness, venting all the suppressed madness, and was in a panic, "I was originally a useless young master who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun!! Now Isn't the only purpose of my life to be a queen for the Lin family!!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!!" Jiang Litong frowned.

Qin Feng looked up at Jiang Litong, smiled sadly, and intermittently seemed to be talking crazy: "I can see the shadow of Qingmo everywhere in Shangyi! But I just can't catch it... ...I can't reach it...I really can't hold on...I just want to get out of here..."

"Zixu, don't be arrogant, things don't have to be this way." Jiang Litong became anxious.

Qin Feng shook his head, stumbled up from the ground and patted the hem of his clothes. He took one last look at the tombstone and then turned his head abruptly.

The wind and rain are turbulent, the torrential autumn rain is blurred, the weeping red maple is like fire burning the whole mountain forest, Ruofu sings a red forest elegy, such as resentment like admiration, like weeping like complaint, just like blood maple and evening rain, empty mountain and solitary tomb, thousands of silent words.

【Qishan·Xuanji Villa】

The autumn rain was torrential, and lightning and thunder rumbled in the dark night, knocking doors and windows.

Jiang Jingshu on the bed frowned, his brow covered with cold sweat, and suddenly sat up from a nightmare, his eyes were desperate and helpless, he looked around the room in a trance, feeling lost.

"Zixu..." Jiang Jingshu closed his eyes sadly and muttered, then slowly lay back on the bed.

Dream back to love, worry and worry.

The next day.

"Master, are you there?"

No one responded in the study room, Jiang Jingshu pushed a little harder and found that the door was not locked, thinking that he just went in to draw a painting and then came out, so he walked into the room.

In the elegant study room, incense was wafting, and the table was neatly arranged. Jiang Jingshu took down the scroll, and when he turned around, he took down the folded paper with his wide sleeve.

He casually picked up the paper full of words and glanced at it unavoidably, but he couldn't take his eyes away...

"...Lin Zixu's big wedding on the second day of December..." The nine words pierced his heart like a needle, ruining his life forever.

"Zicheng?"

"Brother?"

Baili Changyi and Xuanjizi walked into the study, Xuanjizi looked at the letter in Jiang Jingshu's hand, his expression was startled...

Just as Xuanjizi was thinking about how to break the situation, Jiang Jingshu calmly put the letter back to its original place, and said apologetically to Xuanjizi, "I just accidentally dropped the letter on the ground."

"Oh...it's all right." Xuanjizi breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Jiang Jingshu has been able to let go of the matter in the past two years.

"Then I'll go back first." Jiang Jingshu nodded gracefully, and left the study as if nothing had happened.

Xuan Jizi in the room patted his chest, and the white beard blew: "Fortunately, fortunately..."

"Master, what's the matter?" Baili Changyi looked at the old urchin strangely.

"You'll know it after reading it, hey..." Xuanjizi handed the letter on the desktop to Baili Changyi, and sighed helplessly.

Baili Changyi glanced at the content, his face full of disbelief, before he could recover, Jiang Jingshu's hoarse and violent cough came from outside the door.

Baili Changyi and Xuanjizi had a bad idea, so they rushed out the door quickly. Not far away, Jiang Jingshu was weakly holding on to the red leaf tree and coughed heavily. trembling.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Senior brother!" Baili Changyi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, only then did he see Jiang Jingshu's eyes tightly closed, his face soaked in tears was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Xuanjizi came after him, without saying a word, he took Jiang Jingshu's wrist to feel his pulse, and immediately sealed several acupoints of Jiang Jingshu.

"Cough cough... poof..."

The dripping blood spurted upwards from the chest, spilled on a fallen leaf on the ground, and the disgusting smell of blood filled his mouth and nose. In a trance, Jiang Jingshu looked sadly at the pool of blood on the ground, his whole body was on the verge of collapse, Suddenly, eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment...

"Senior Brother!!"

"Zicheng!!"

"Hey!" Xuanjizi sighed heavily, covered Jiang Jingshu with the quilt, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Master, how's brother?" Fu Changyin asked worriedly.

"This blow hurts the heart." Xuanjizi was a little angry, "You said Lin Zixu is so heartless?! It's only been two years, and he's about to marry a wife?"

"You dude, your nature is like this." Fu Changyin frowned and said.

"After two years of treatment, it's only half healed, so it's all for nothing." Xuan Jizi spread his hands.

"I can't go on like this. I'll go to Shangyi and bring Lin Zixu back." Baili Changyi's face darkened, and he said coldly.

"Cough...poof..."

Xuan Jizi looked back in astonishment and saw Jiang Jingshu lying on the side of the bed in embarrassment, the plain bedding was stained red with blood from his mouth, and he passed out limply after a while.

"Zicheng!!" Xuanjizi ran over to feel Jiang Jingshu's pulse in a panic, and then quickly took out the silver needles for treatment, his old face was full of worry.

As the sky gradually darkened, Xuanjizi finally put away the silver needle, raised his sleeve and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Jiang Jingshu opened his eyes slightly in a daze, his face was so pale and weak that he didn't look like a living person, he only felt that he was light and light, and it seemed that only Qin Feng could be seen in the hazy area in front of his eyes.

"Lin Zicheng!!" Xuanjizi glared at Jiang Jingshu and roared angrily, "Your life was saved for Master, if you dare to lay down your life because of Lin Zixu, Master will never forgive you!" Expose everything mercilessly: "You also know that Lin Zixu has given up on you and is about to marry a wife and have children. He will be a husband and a father. If you lose your life for him again, how can you be worthy of being a teacher?" How can you be worthy of your adoptive father!"

Jiang Jingshu gradually came to his senses from Xuanjizi's words. He looked at Xuanjizi wearily, and murmured softly, "Master...this disciple didn't miss Lin Zixu...just too tired..."

Looking at Jiang Jingshu's pale and absent-minded face, Xuan Jizi wanted to wake up the man no matter how distressed he was: "The world of mortals has long since passed away, so why bother to be trapped by him and torment myself half to death!"

Jiang Jingshu was distracted, his bloodless lips trembling, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "I would like to follow Master's teaching..."

Seeing Jiang Jingshu's lifeless look, Xuan Jizi let out a long sigh, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

"Brother..." Fu Changyin looked at Jiang Jing and hesitated to speak.

"Needless to say... I don't blame him... I blamed him for coughing..." Jiang Jingshu lowered his eyes and coughed hoarsely for a while before recovering.

"Brother, don't think so much, the most important thing is to take good care of your body."

Jiang Jingshu nodded lightly: "You all go back, I want to take a rest."

In the empty room, only the dying Jiang Jingshu was left. He slowly closed his eyes, and his temples were soaked with hot tears. He once thought that as long as he was alive, there was still a glimmer of hope... It turned out that he had been dreaming.

In the world, you can do whatever you want.

Shangyi, Jiangyuan.

The upper and lower parts of Jiangyuan are decorated with red silk, which is extremely warm and festive, decorated with lanterns and festoons, accompanied by red leaves in late autumn, embellished with eye-catching splendor.Qin Feng is not as drunk and sloppy as before, but is dressed in fine clothes and sits quietly in the courtyard pavilion, numbly watching the joyful wedding scene.

"Lin Zixu!!" Yun Cong's angry voice echoed, just as he was about to draw his sword to go towards Qin Feng but was stopped by Luo Yi.

"A Cong, brother A Yi." Qin Feng looked at the person and smiled lightly.

Yuncong slapped the sword on the table with a "slap", and he sneered: "If you want to die, just say so, I won't hesitate any longer, and I will give you a sword right away."

Qin Feng smiled, picked up the jug and poured a glass of light wine to drink.

"Xiaofeng, do you really want to marry a wife?" Luo Yi frowned.

Qin Feng put down his wine glass and said nonchalantly: "If you don't marry a wife, there will be a lot of children and grandchildren."

"You are irresponsible! You are like this, how do you want a weak woman to live in the future! How can you be worthy of Jiang Jingshu!" Yun Cong couldn't understand Qin Feng now, "Are you crazy!!"

"No, I did this for us, and Qingmo won't blame me." Qin Feng smiled gently.

"I think you are really crazy! How did you become like this?!" Yun Cong looked at Qin Feng in disbelief. Such a Qin Feng was too strange to him, so strange that he was not the same person at all.

"What have I become? What do you want me to do to be happy?" Qin Fengban was joking and half mocking, "You won't let me die, I listen to you to live, now I plan to continue the incense for the Lin family, you guys Still not allowed?"

"You!" Yun Cong was almost pissed off with anger.

"Zixu, you can't get married yet." Jiang Litong walked over with a cane.

"Old Master." Qin Feng, Yun Cong and Luo Yi saluted together.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Xuanji Villa, you follow." Jiang Litong said without any refutation.

"Can you delay it for a few days? Wait for me to get married the day after tomorrow..."

"Xuanjizi is Qingmo's master, and Qingmo didn't say goodbye to his master before he left, so you have to greet Xuanjizi on Qingmo's behalf." Jiang Litong said seriously.

Qin Feng trembled all over, lowered his head silently, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, I understand."

Yun Cong and Luo Yi looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

Five days later, Xuanji Villa.

Qishan is hazy with mountains and rain, and even the temperature has dropped a lot. The further you go into the mountains, the more frosty it becomes. Xuanjizi in Taoist robes, together with Baili Changyi and Fu Changyin, has already been waiting for visitors at the gate of the villa.

The carriage bumped for two days and finally arrived at the eastern foot of Qishan Mountain. Qin Feng got off his horse, his black hair was simply tied up with silk cloth, clean and neat, and he was dressed in a dark military uniform, mature and stable. Youthful spirit.

With Qiu Ji's support, Jiang Litong also got off the carriage. At this time, Xuan Jizi also came up to meet him. He looked at Qin Feng and Jiang Litong in astonishment.

"My junior, Lin Zixu, has met senior Xuanjizi, so he will pour his ink on his behalf to give peace to Master." Qin Feng clasped his fists in salute.

Xuan Jizi froze for a moment, and looked at Jiang Litong suspiciously.

"He is the son of Lin Ting." Jiang Litong introduced with a faint smile.

"Lin Zixu." Xuanjizi snorted softly.

"So it was you." Fu Changyin looked at Qin Feng indifferently.

"Ahem..." Baili Changyi coughed a few times, and touched Fu Changyin's elbow.

Fu Changyin came back to his senses, and hurriedly saluted Jiang Li together with Baili Changyi.

"Let's all go in, it's cold in the mountains." Xuanjizi stroked his white beard and invited Jiang Li and the others to enter the villa.

Mountain rain shrouds the mysterious fairyland-like Xuanji Villa, some secrets are washed out by the wind and rain, and the love of the next life is broken and reunited.

【Mysterious Villa · Wuchen Pavilion】

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Autumn rain falls like a curtain between the sky and the earth, covering the scenery here with gray, only adding to the coldness and desolation. Thousands of rain lines hit the ground, blooming thousands of black lonely flowers, and the coldness is chilling. , desolate and sad, endless.

Qin Feng leaned against the railing of the long corridor, quietly watching the rain fall in the courtyard, raised his head and drank a pot of sake, smiled bitterly, and used the wine to relieve his worries.

The rain hit the fallen leaves, and the spiraling green and yellow thin leaves were interrupted by the raindrops. The last connection between him and the branches was interrupted. The rain hit the duckweed, and it sank or floated, sad or happy.

Drunk suddenly, he seemed to see a person walking slowly from the torrential rain, with a light blue dress and a plain umbrella in his hand covering the face of that person, but the thin and lonely figure was so similar——Qingmo.

Qin Feng shook his head vigorously, held his breath and stared motionlessly at the figure in the rain gradually walking into the corridor, he didn't dare to take a breath for fear that even a slight movement would disappear the hallucinatory figure.

The man walked slowly into the corridor and didn't notice Qin Feng. He gently put away the plain umbrella. Fall into a suffocating dream.

"Pour ink!!"

Qin Feng roared in shock, piercing the sound of the torrential rain, he looked in disbelief at the man in front of him who was exactly the same as Jiang Jingshu—or he was Jiang Jingshu.

Qin Feng's crazy cry made Jiang Jingshu's face even paler, as if his skin had been pierced by a fine needle, and he was tightly surrounded by horror until he was out of breath. Hastily fled.

He struggled to hold on to the corridor, stumbled and ran