I lost my memory after crossing

After a while, there was a gust of cold wind outside the window, and Xingzhi suddenly came back to his senses. He lowered his voice, let go of the pavilion master's airs, and was no longer so imposing.

"Did he say anything?"

Shadow was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the wooden box tightened, and he seemed to see that disillusioned look in front of his eyes again, aloof and lonely all his life.

Disappeared in the snow all over the sky with the determination to never regret.

He said: "Walk in the mountains, look up and stop."

The world stood still for a moment, and Xing Zhi heard the sound of his heart beating and blood flowing.

The ancient thunder exploded in his mind in an instant, shattering the glass that trapped him in the darkness, and those pictures gradually became clear, followed by those unforgettable emotions.

There was also an overwhelming inexplicable emotion that almost tore his entire consciousness apart.

Alpine landscape travel, look up and stop - walk and stop -

——"Remember the word 'Xing'. The mountains stand upright, and the scenery walks only. From now on, it only belongs to you. I will accompany you, protect you, and never leave you."

——"From then on, you and I will live together in this helpless world."

——"Although I don't believe in Buddha, as long as I can protect you, I am willing..."

——"You are the most untouchable piece of soft meat on the tip of my Nanshan Xingzhi, the most precious piece of treasure that I will never let go of in my life, and the only love in my life, this life, and forever!"

who is talking?

He seemed to be trapped in the icy snow, feeling the biting cold, the memory was tumbling, turbulent, clamoring to take back those fragments that once belonged to him.

Finally escaped the shackles of time and space.

Ah—meet?

He fell to his knees weakly, and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Shadow wanted to help him up in panic, the wooden box fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Xingzhi looked around in a daze.

Cangwu sword, the Cangwu sword that has been broken into two pieces.

The Cangwu sword that he handed over to Ah Yu himself!

——"A Yu's life is Cangwu, it's agreed, I will follow Xiao Zhi for the rest of my life, and I will never betray him!"

The sword is with the person, and the sword is broken——

Death

Yanlin, who was guarding the door, only heard a bang, and he staggered back a few steps in a burst of anger. When he came back to his senses, he saw the doors and windows of the pavilion owner's house were torn apart by the huge waves, and a shadow was Lying in the mess, spitting blood.

All the shadows including Zhi Yuxuan were startled at the same time and appeared one after another. Yanlin was the first to rush in, only to see the pavilion master kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, as if he was enduring some kind of great pain.

Everyone turned pale and wanted to help the pavilion master up in a panic.

But he didn't care about Xingzhi, he had a splitting headache and couldn't even speak, but he still waved away all the shadows desperately, struggling to stand up in pain.

Yanlin looked at the broken Cangwu sword on the ground, and finally understood something. He supported Xingzhi who was about to fall, and said loudly: "The film director obeys orders, all the shadows on standby in the pavilion are dispatched immediately, and try their best to rescue He Yu."

Heavy snow blocked the mountains, making it difficult for the horses to move an inch.

The lightness of walking and stopping has almost been used to the extreme, and it is still difficult to move forward in the white snow.

Scenes from the past ten years are still constantly being squeezed into his mind, causing him to have a splitting headache, his feet slipped, and he fell hard into the snow.

"Pavilion Lord!"

"Pavilion Lord!"

……

The snow soaked his clothes, just like the day Nan Shanhao died, cold, biting, struggling in hell.

He ignored everyone's shouts and continued to walk forward. His A Yu was still waiting for him.

The wind and snow are long, and the return journey is long.

The only way out of the end of the sky - is blocked.

Looking at the snow in front of him, Xing Zhi suddenly rushed forward, and like crazy, he used his hands to push away the gravel and snow.

Yanlin behind him could no longer hold back the choking in his throat, "Everyone obey orders, open the way!"

In the silent mountain, only the sound of swords colliding with accumulated stones is left, like singing in the empty valley, with endless sorrow.

In the face of the vastness of nature, human beings are always so fragile, small and vulnerable.

Xingzhi stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, feeling unprecedented despair.

He looked up at the vast blue sky and smiled sadly, God, you brought me into this cruel world, I accept my fate, you forced me to be a cold-blooded and ruthless devil, I also accept my fate

But this time, I don't recognize it!

He took out the emerald jade in his arms and put it to his lips.Ah Yu, I said before, as long as I can protect you, I am willing to do anything.

Buddhas all over the sky, I trust you once, bless me.

In the eyes of raising his head and walking and stopping, he was exactly the same as He Yu, with a determination to die without regret.

Yanlin and all the shadows were aware of the pavilion master's intentions, and Qiqi blocked Xingzhi's way.

"Step aside!"

Everyone didn't speak, but knelt down one after another, not giving an inch.

The reason why the ancestors of Nanshan built the Haijiao Pavilion at the end of the sky is because of its extremely high terrain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The cliff is so high that even birds cannot fly, and it is impossible for anyone to climb over it. This is a dead end, and there is no need to arrange guards.

"Be obedient, you can't stop me."

Yanlin took a step forward on his knees, "Pavilion Master, even if everyone in the shadow director dies here today, the corpses will not back down!"

His eyes were firm, like all the shadows, Xingzhi looked down at Yanlin, almost pleading in his voice: "You have been with me for ten years, even you have to stop me."

"The subordinates don't want to do this either, but the end of the sky cannot live without you."

"You're wrong." Xingzhi smiled, "What the End of the World needs is a pavilion master, not me..."

He looked at the distant horizon with sad eyes, "But Ah Yu, he only has me."

"Just treat it as me being ungrateful and ungrateful and abandoning you."

"The pavilion..."

"If there is no encounter, there will be no travel in Nanshan."

Yanlin couldn't help but her eyes were red.

"When you fall in love with someone one day, you will understand."

Xingzhi bypassed Yanlin and continued to walk forward. This time, no one stopped him. After walking through the crowd, he took off the token from his waist and shot it behind him.

"Yanlin, listen, if I don't come back, the end of the sky... will be left to you."

Yanlin looked at the pavilion master Jin Ling in front of him, and finally choked up, turning his back to Xingzhi, and possessed Jishou.

"Subordinate... as ordered."

******

Standing on a cliff in a moonlight robe, his robe rattled in the cold wind, and he had a panoramic view of the vast white land.

He didn't intend to climb down, the cliff was covered with snow, he was not a god, it was impossible to do it, it would be too waste of time.

Ah Yu, let's take a gamble.

If you win, I will find you, if you lose, I will accompany you.

In this world, without Ah Yu, there would be nothing worthy of his nostalgia, so there was no need to hesitate.

Leaping off the cliff, he flew down like a straight line.

Xingzhi clenched the dagger in his hand, and plunged into the rock fiercely. The sparks went all the way down, and finally stopped in mid-air, surrounded by clouds that could be touched, and an endless abyss under his feet. From Xingzhi's point of view, it was hope.

If the first deceleration can be successful, then there will be a second and third time.

He grabbed the dagger in the rock, and waited for the most intense tearing in his mind to pass, then slapped the rock wall with his palm, pulled out the dagger, and landed in a straight line.

The memories in his mind are still tearing apart, some he has seen and some he has not seen, but they are not thin pictures, but real memories accompanied by joy, anger, sorrow and fear.

Xingzhi stuck the dagger into the rock again, endured the severe pain of dislocating his right arm, and continued to descend.

Loneliness, cliff, impasse.

Everything is so similar to that day.

Memories began to surge, and scenes flooded into his mind.

--"you go!"

——"I will not leave, I will sacrifice my life to protect the Lord, this is the duty of the shadow."

——"Ayu, listen to me, I have already sent a signal at the foot of the mountain, and the people from the film department will be here soon, and someone must show them the way."

——"The person they are looking for is me. If you go, you won't attract attention. If you go, I can face the enemy with peace of mind."

——"When did I lie to you, I promised you, and I want to grow old with you, how can I be willing to die."

- "Trust me, we're all going to survive..."

At that time, he had already been poisoned and lost all his internal energy. He knew that he could not protect Ah Yu anymore.

So, he lied to him...

Without reinforcements, he just wanted him to live and live well.

The sudden truth tore the nerves of Xingzhi, making his whole body stagnate, the dagger inserted into the rock deviated, and under the collision of internal force and the rock, the metal dagger was finally overwhelmed and broke from the middle.

Xingzhi was still deeply involved in the tearing of consciousness, and his consciousness was in a trance.

The swift cold wind hit him like a knife, almost subconsciously, he concentrated his internal energy on his fingertips and stabbed them into the rock.

The huge falling force finally dislocated his right arm completely, and the severe pain eroded his consciousness. After a moment of buffering, his body fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

The snow falls, and the sky is cold.

After all, God has mercy.

The moment he landed, the snow-covered cushion on the ground took away some of his strength, and the force of the recoil still made his chest hurt as if it were being torn apart.

I'm alive?

He opened his eyes and looked at the towering cliff in front of him, choking out big mouthfuls of blood, but he still smiled like a child.

I'm alive, I'm alive!

Ah Yu, I won the bet, and you will definitely not lose either.

wait for me……

The end of the sky is He Yu's home after all, the mission he took on was not far from the end of the sky, but when Xingzhi dragged his seriously injured body to the destination, there was only a mess on the ground, the mission target was dead, but He Yu didn't.