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The clash of swords and swords not far away was still fierce, Liu Zhongyi slowly put Yuan Qingfeng's body on the ground, clasped the blood-stained dagger tightly with his palms, stood up, looked up at Xie Man, his face had recovered calm down.

Xie Man pointed the tip of his sword obliquely at the ground, and looked back at him calmly.

Just at this moment, there were a few sounds from the carriage parked aside.

Xie Min raised his eyebrows and glanced there, Liu Zhongyi took advantage of the moment when he was distracted and leaned forward, and the blade went straight to his neck.

Xie Miao had no choice but to withdraw his attention and meet his blow.

The two undid a few moves, and there was a crackling sound from the carriage, Liu Zhongyi's offensive became more urgent, and the cold light on the dagger was as fierce as flowing silver.

Xie Mian frowned, dealt with it carefully, found an opening, and suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at it. Liu Zhongyi seemed not expecting that he found the wrong place, and was stunned for a moment. Going over the neck, a faint bloodstain was cut.

The two almost passed by each other, they were very close, Liu Zhongyi looked away from the dagger, and looked up at him.Those eyes are actually soft and clean, with a clear light, but Xie Miao can still feel the indifference and sharpness in them.

He vaguely felt danger in his heart, but before he could make any moves, a cloud of light brown smoke had already spread between the two of them.

When Xie Man held his breath, it was already a step too late, he only felt the taste was very bitter, through the light smoke, he faintly saw the corners of the man's lips pursed coldly.

After the two brushed each other, Xie Miao knew that Liu Zhongyi had deliberately exposed a loophole to lure him to do it, but ordinary poisons had no effect on him, and now he didn't feel any discomfort.

Before he had time to think about it, he heard another explosion, the body of the carriage exploded, and the debris and sawdust flew everywhere. The horse was frightened, neighed, and galloped quickly.

One person jumped off the wreckage of the carriage, turned over and stood in front of them, wearing a blue shirt that was blowing in the wind, and an iron chain was still wrapped around one wrist. It was Liu Zhongqing.

Liu Zhongyi's eyes lighted up slightly, and his heart that had been in suspense finally settled down a little.

Xie Miao also stared at the person in front of him intently, and the emotions in his heart were complicated and difficult to distinguish for a moment——

After five years, he saw this person again, like a dusty sword drawn out of its sheath again, no longer shackled and imprisoned Fenghua, but showing his sharpness and cold light.

At that moment, a trace of regret welled up in his heart. In fact, in the past five years, he never really got this person.

Liu Zhongqing should be like this now, cold, proud, and aggressive, even her beautiful eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as a knife.

This is the real him.

Liu Zhongqing's eyebrows moved slightly, and her eyes swept around. In fact, she could guess seven or eight points from the sound she heard in the car just now, but unfortunately, he was still one step late.

Giving Liu Zhongyi a reassuring look, Liu Zhongqing turned to Xie Miao, and said in a cold voice: "Xie Miao, I said before, between you and me, either you die or I die."

Xie Mun nodded, actually smiled, and said, "I remember."

"Just today."

Liu Zhongqing's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she flew up. Liu Zhongqing threw the dagger out of his hand tacitly, Liu Zhongqing caught it in the air, used her internal force, cut off the iron chain on her wrist, and then swung the blade to attack Xie Miao. go.

Xie Miao raised his sword to meet his blow, took advantage of the momentum and took a few steps back, dissipated part of the force, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Five years later, he had another chance to fight this person. He thought that since the day he abolished his martial arts, it would be impossible.

In the past five years, I occasionally recalled that when they were not yet in the predicament of hatred, they stole half a day's free time and competed with each other.

It's just that the past cannot be traced back.

After all, only the current endgame remains.

The blade clanged, and the cold light was like water. Both of them went all out. For a while, dust and sand flew up, and the blade wind rolled up the fallen leaves, which could still hurt people.

The two fought so fiercely that they couldn't help but move to the more open Chiyue Lake beside them.

Liu Zhongyi watched intently, and saw that Liu Zhongqing's martial arts had broken through the original realm without any signs of decline, so he was relieved a little, and turned to look at Wen Yan, only to see that although the man was trapped by several dead men, he couldn't escape , but those few people didn't seem to get any benefits.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw a fallen leaf swiftly rushing towards one of the dead men. It was obvious that he had been struck out with true energy, and it was stern and majestic.

The dead man was caught off guard by being hit in the back, and he was in severe pain and couldn't move. He was knocked back a few steps by Wen Yan's palm, and fell limp to the ground.

Suddenly there was a gap in the encirclement, and a figure jumped up to the top of the tree briskly, as if riding on the wind, picked up a fallen leaf and caught it between his fingers, but it was Izumo.

The two teamed up and quickly defeated the siege of several dead soldiers. Izumo seemed to have noticed that Wen Yan had an injury on his leg and made it difficult to move. come from the side.

Liu Zhong felt that Qin Shaorui was able to control the situation a little in the melee, so he nodded slightly to the two of them, walked to Yuan Qingfeng's side, and looked up at Wen Yan questioningly.

Wen Yan quickly tested his pulse, put a pill into Yuan Qingfeng's mouth, held his head and neck for him to swallow, and pulled off his clothes to check the wound.

The piercing sword wound was right at the heart, and the beating of the heart had almost stopped at this time, and the blood soaked the clothes even more.

In addition, the wound pierced by the fragments was also shocking, Wen Yan frowned, and looked at Yuan Qingfeng's neck, where there was also a bloody mouth, which was caused by the fragments from the explosion.Wen Yan raised his hand to touch it, and abnormally colored blood immediately flowed out there.

"...How?" Liu Zhongyi looked at his expression and already guessed seven or eight points, but still had to ask for confirmation.

Wen Yan sighed, shook his head slightly, and said: "It's not the sword in the heart that kills, but here." He raised his finger and pointed to the wound on Yuan Qingfeng's neck, "The poison in the fragments is too strong, and it pierces the wound again." The blood vessels not only lost a lot of blood, but the toxicity immediately invaded the head, even if you take the antidote now, it is too late."

After hearing these words, Liu Zhongyi and Izumo couldn't help but fell silent. After a while, they saw Yuan Qingfeng gradually wake up, opened his eyes, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"senior……"

Seeing their appearance, Yuan Qingfeng also knew that he was probably seriously injured and hopeless, but he didn't feel any regrets, and said in a hoarse voice: "...it's nothing, I've lived to this age...prepared for it long ago. It's been such a day..."

Liu Zhongyi frowned, bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Yuan Qingfeng raised his hand to grope in the clothes for a while, took out a jade pendant, handed it to Liu Zhongyi, and said: "This... originally intended to be given to your father... now... I will give it to you... It's a pity that I can't take you I went to see his portrait...in, in my study of the Hidden Mountain School..."

Liu Zhongyi held the jade pendant tightly with his uninjured hand, and replied with difficulty: "I will go and take a good look."

"...Okay..." Yuan Qingfeng seemed to want to say something more, but he lost his strength. He took a few quick breaths, and finally gave up on that idea, saying: "I should go find my eldest brother and third younger brother too." ..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes peacefully, and after a while, he lost his voice.

Liu Zhongyi looked at his face, recalling the few caring words in the past few days, even though he was used to life and death, his heart felt sad.In fact, he and Yuan Qingfeng have not known each other for long, and their understanding is not deep, but perhaps because of the sworn relationship between this person and his father, he really regards him as a very important elder.

It's a pity that the time we can get along with each other is too short after all.

The three of them were silent, and none of them spoke.

I don't know how long it took, the fighting on the other side gradually stopped, and several Yinshan sect disciples with wounds ran over in a hurry. The leader saw this scene, leaned on his sword and knelt down first, and called out in a hoarse voice: " Master!"

The few of them are Yuan Qingfeng's personal disciples, and they asked for orders to come with Yuan Qingfeng, but they didn't expect such a bad news in the end.

Seeing this, Liu Zhong retreated quietly so that the disciples could get closer.

Qin Shaorui also came forward with several surviving Wenjianmen disciples, silently paying tribute to Yuan Qingfeng.

Liu Zhongyi calmed down a little, and looked at the place where the scuffle had started, only to see a lot of corpses lying on the ground, the enemy and us overlapped, and the blood stained a large amount of dust.He frowned, but someone came over and gently covered his clenched fist, and the familiar breath made his tight heart relax a little.

"Villa Master..." Liu Zhongyi looked at the man, and obediently spread out his palm, the terrifying sword marks on his palm were still bleeding.

Wen Yan took out the wound medicine to help him stop the bleeding, his movements were careful and gentle.

Liu Zhongyi only felt that his mind seemed to be calmed down by him in this way, and he became no longer confused and restless, and it seemed that together with the wound, the bleeding slowly stopped.

The sun's shadow shifted, and the light gradually became warmer and yellower, making the surface of Chiyue Lake as if covered with a layer of brilliant gold.

Liu Zhongqing turned over and landed on the treetop by the lake, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the person opposite him coldly.

Xie Miao's long eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a slight smile on her thin lips, but the expression in her eyes was complex and elusive.

Liu Zhongqing looked down at the thin layer of cold light refracted on the dagger, and asked, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"

Xie Min smiled lightly and said, "It's no regret to be able to fight with you like this."

Liu Zhongqing nodded, but said mercilessly: "That's it."

He said lightly with his feet, and leaned closer, the cold blade in his palm stabbing at the man.

Xie Man got up and flew back, skimmed down from the tree, and landed on the edge of the shallow water near the shore of Chiyue Lake, but Liu Zhongqing pressed on without hesitation.

When the sword blades collided, Xie Miao felt the tiger's jaw go numb, and even lost his strength, he almost couldn't hold the sword hilt, so he had to stick his other hand to the sword body, and stepped back a few steps, almost stepping into the water .

Liu Zhongqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and gave him a cold look, pouring her inner strength into the dagger in her hand, and slashed at the sword again.

Xie Miao obviously felt that the internal force in his body was out of control, disintegrated, and even gradually disappeared. The long sword in his hand was hit by him, and it actually split apart, breaking in two!

Liu Zhongqing didn't give him a chance to breathe. After cutting off the long sword, he turned his wrist and the tip of the blade pierced his heart.

Xie Miao didn't dare to look at his expression for a while, but just threw away the broken sword and reached out to grab his wrist. The hand was cold and hard, not even as warm as the hilt, but the force was so strong that he lost After internal force, he couldn't stop it at all.

Before the tip of the blade touched the chest, the cold and sharp feeling had already hit the skin.

Xie Miao lowered his head slightly, watching the white-bladed dagger pierce through the flesh until only the handle remained outside.

Probably because the speed was too fast, he didn't feel any pain for a while, until the blood gushed out and stained the fingertips overlapping with his palms, he didn't feel any real pain.

This style is cold and ruthless, and the stabbing is really precise.

His strength gradually drained with the blood, Xie Miao couldn't support his body, and slowly sat down on the ground, but he refused to let go of his hand holding the dagger.

Liu Zhongqing didn't break free, and knelt down quietly with him, looking at him with sharp and piercing phoenix eyes, seemingly without emotion.

After a while of silence, Xie Miao managed to gather a little strength and said, "This poison..."

"I ordered it," Liu Zhongqing said lightly, "Do you still remember the glass of wine in Qingmo Pavilion?"

Xie Miao remembered the glass of wine with crushed ice that he exchanged with him on his own initiative, it had been almost seven days since that time, it must have been some catalytic drugs that Liu Zhongyi had used just now.

He couldn't help but chuckled, "You really understand me."

Liu Zhongqing looked at him thoughtfully upon hearing the words, "Yes."

Xie Mu curled the corners of his lips and looked up at him. His face was like a sculpture made of ice and snow. He paused and asked, "You obviously had a chance to win that chess game we played that night, didn't you?"

Liu Zhongqing frowned, and finally there was some expression on her face: "The world is like chess, if you just blindly want a draw, you will always end up losing."

"..."

"Thank you, since you told me about my life experience five years ago, I have given in as much as possible. At that time, I loved you and didn't want to kill you, so I had to leave. Do you know how difficult it is for me to force myself to let go of hatred? But you... Destroy all of these so easily." Liu Zhongqing's voice was cold and without warmth: "You told me, either lose or win, life or death."

Xie Mu closed his eyes, but tightened his fingers tightly covering the back of his cold hand, and said in a low voice: "Then... do you regret it?"

Liu Zhongqing said: "As I said, regret is useless. So I can only tell myself, never make the same mistakes as before."

"...You are right." Xie Miao was silent for a while, opened his eyes to look at him, but his voice became softer: "But I still feel regretful. If everything could be done again, I will definitely not tell you your life experience, I would rather tell you about this The secret has been hidden, treat you well, so that you can never leave me...until you may remember one day...do you think that if this is the case, will you hate me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Liu Zhongqing was distracted for a moment by this tender but faintly crazy words, and then hardened her heart again, and pulled out the dagger fiercely in her hand.

Blood splattered.

Xie Miao seemed to be frowning because of the pain, paused, and raised his unstained hand to help him wipe away the blood splashed on his cheek.

Liu Zhongqing didn't expect him to make such a move, and she didn't resist for a while.

Due to excessive blood loss, breathing became difficult and short of breath, but Xie Miao still smiled and lowered his voice: "...do you still love me?"

Liu Zhongqing seemed a little surprised because the question was too ridiculous, glanced at him, and said coldly: "I hate you."

Xie Miao couldn't help but caressed that cold cheek, wanting to confirm if this person really had no warmth, but saw a little colorless liquid slipping from the corner of his eye and hitting his hand.

The same is cold.

Liu Zhongqing seemed to be stunned because of this, quite unbelievable.

Xie Mu wiped away the trace, and said in a low voice, "I understand..."

Liu Zhongqing frowned and closed her eyes.

"Hate me..." Xie Mu had lost all strength, his palms dropped, and his body leaned forward weakly, "I really want you to die with me...but at this time, I can't bear it..."

With great effort, he took out a small wooden box the size of a palm from his arms, and placed it by Liu Zhongqing's hand.

"what?"

"...the antidote to the red thread."

Liu Zhongqing was startled: "Isn't there no antidote for the red thread Gu?"

"It's true that there was no..." Xie Miao didn't explain much, in fact, after taking out the things, he couldn't hold it anymore.

What's more, he already knew everything he wanted to know, and he didn't think there was any need to support him.

Perhaps this is the best ending between them.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and the last image in my eyes was the warm yellow halo of the setting sun falling on the blue skirt hanging on the ground. The halo made the color a little unreal, but it seemed to have the illusion of being quiet and warm...

Liu Zhongqing remained motionless, letting him lean on her body and his voice gradually weakened. He didn't say that the red thread Gu was no longer on his body. Besides, even if he said it, this person probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

After a while, he picked up the small wooden box and opened it, and there was indeed a sealed pill inside.

Liu Zhongqing sat by Chiyue Lake for a long time, until the body leaning on him was completely cold, then she put the person on the ground, frowning, and looked at him quietly for a while.

The setting sun added a little warmth to that face, the flying eyebrows and the straight bridge of the nose seemed to have a kind of madness and evil, but it was too quiet and expressionless at this time, the faint hostility dissipated cleanly, As if going back to a long time ago.

He didn't dare to think about what Xie Miao said if he went back to the past, he didn't know what would happen when he remembered his life experience if Xie Miao did that, but for a while he hated why he didn't mean it do that.

Really funny.

Liu Zhongqing lowered her eyelids, lingered on that face for a while, and finally said, "I hate you."

Naturally, that person couldn't respond in any way, but because of the warm light of the setting sun, he looked as if he was alive just now.

Some chaotic footsteps came from behind, Liu Zhongqing took one last look at the man, then stood up and turned around to look.

Probably the scuffle over there had also ended, and some people who were slightly injured came to find them.

"He's dead."

Liu Zhongqing said something lightly, feeling quite empty in her heart, unable to settle down, but unwilling to stay in the crowd, so she quietly left the lakeside and walked into the forest.

Izumo sensed that his expression was not right, so he whispered, "Young Master Liu."

Liu Zhongqing raised her eyes and glanced at him, she seemed a little perplexed, but she didn't speak, and still walked away.

It was already dark in the forest, and the leaves rustled as the breeze blew by.

Liu Zhongqing stopped after walking for a while, not knowing where to go, or maybe, just stay for a while.

However, not long after, he heard movement behind him, and before he could turn around, he was hugged forcefully from behind.

The embrace was very warm, and even the breath was familiar to him.

"Brother." Liu Zhongyi hugged him tightly, as if he felt that the man would disappear if he let go, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and his cheek against the cold skin of his neck, he finally said after a while: "Don't..."

He didn't say not to leave or anything else, but Liu Zhongqing immediately understood what he meant, raised her hand against the back of his hand, and replied: "No."

Even if he loses everything and no matter how cruel things he does, the person who hugs him will never give up on him.

The fog in his heart began to dissipate at that moment, and he gradually regained some sense of reality.

It's just that love and hatred dissipate and the dust settles.

that is it.