Don't be clouded

Hearing the guest's advice, he felt chills all over his body, stumbled back to the wall, and sat down with his legs softening.In the field of vision, several people walked out of the door and the back kitchen, all of them were holding long knives in their hands.

It turned out that the strange sound just now was the sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed. Xiao Er looked at the guest's hand in a hurry, but it was empty, without any weapons.

It was fine just now, why are you making a move now!

These five or six men came out of nowhere, their expressions were full of murderous intent, it seemed that they would not stop until they killed the young guest.Could it be that the owner of the shop was originally a bandit, and he has been working for bandits for so long?

Xiao Er trembled and wanted to crawl towards the door, but a black shadow suddenly flashed out of his corner of the eye.

A big man rushed forward with a knife, but was deflected by the guest who decisively threw a flagon.The porcelain shattered instantly when it hit the blade, and the pieces even fell to his feet.

Xiao Eryi lowered his head and raised his head again, the guest had somehow slipped to the side of the big man and wiped it on his neck.

The big man let out a muffled grunt, and the hand holding the knife softened. The guest broke his right wrist and snatched the long knife from his twisted and weird hand.It wasn't until the guest kicked the man away that the blood on the big man's neck appeared.

A table was knocked over, and the jugs and plates on it were broken.The guests stood in the mess and threw the bloody jug fragments in their left hands, which happened to hit one of them who rushed up again.

Xiao Er was dumbfounded, just a moment ago he was vaguely worried about the unarmed guest, but in this moment the situation has reversed.Seeing that the fighting is getting stronger and stronger, and the sword has no eyes, if you stay any longer, it will probably be affected.He crawled out of the door by sticking to the base of the wall, paying attention to the movements of the group of people from the corner of his eye, and seeing the rest of the big men rushing towards the guests, he knew that this was a good opportunity to escape, so he quickly crawled over with both hands and feet.

When he was approaching the door, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"Want to run?" A sarcastic voice sounded above his head.

He didn't dare to look up, and knocked his head a few times in panic, "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything... Please let me go..."

There was a moment of silence above the head, and Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this meant letting him go.The sounds of fighting on the side were so intense that his legs trembled in fright.When he leaves, he must run into the city to report to the officials, and maybe he can save the life of the young guest. I hope the guest can survive until then.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and all the strength in his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.His body fell down uncontrollably, and he landed on his side.He opened his eyes unconsciously, only to see the gleaming silver tip of the knife being pulled out from his heart, and blood splashed onto his face.

Human blood turned out to be really hot... This was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

Ji Bieyun fought off another strong man, and suddenly realized something and turned his head to look, the little boy who was about his age had already fallen to the ground.The incision on the neck was deep, and the blood sprayed out unstoppably, and the tables, chairs and walls were stained with blood for a while.And Xiao Er opened his eyes wide, and could only make a hoarse wind sound from his throat, and soon he couldn't even make a sound of wind, and died powerlessly.

These people even kill innocent people!

Anger welled up in his heart, and he ran straight towards the man who killed Xiao Er.

The heavy sword in his hand seemed to be as light as a feather, and his thin body erupted with inconsistent strength. The two long swords collided in the air, making a tooth-piercing noise.

Ji Bieyun stared at the other party, and asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you here?"

Everyone in the world knows that the world is amnesty, and he had expected that there would be someone waiting for him in Lingcheng.But Ji Bieyun didn't expect the opponent's subordinates to have such meticulous eyeliner that they extended outside the city.

Who is it that wants to take his life!

The other party didn't answer him, and his strong body pushed the knife towards him.Ji Bieyun knew very well that he was weak now and could not win with brute force, so he took advantage of the situation and retreated to the edge of the wall, then touched the wall with his toes and flew up, turned over in the air and landed behind the man.

He had just inserted the point of the knife into the man's back, and the rest of the big men surrounded him.

A siege has just begun.

After half a cup of tea, the sun was setting and the mountains outside Lingzhou City were enveloped in darkness.The heavy snow is still falling, covering the branches of red plums and covering the young man's shoulders.

Ji Bieyun dragged his exhausted body unknowingly into a deep forest.The long knife in his hand became heavy, and his palm holding the handle loosened and tightened, and finally lost strength halfway.

The knife fell almost silently into the soft snow.He could only hear his tired panting sound, his lungs were like bellows that were about to break down, and the air sucked in was burning inside.

He lowered his eyes and saw the blood dripping into the snow-white ground, which was extremely abrupt.

Those who besieged him are dead, but it is not known whether there will be reinforcements.

Ji Bieyun endured the injuries all over his body, and subconsciously walked towards the depths of the mountains.He didn't retain much consciousness in his mind, he only thought about running for his life silently, his steps were mechanical and heavy.

Can't die...he's the only one left, he can't die...

In a trance, he caught a glimpse of red under the dim skylight. Looking up, the red plum forest was vast and boundless, as if spreading to the sky.

He actually came here unknowingly.In my memory, when I go to Lingdong Temple, I will pass through a plum blossom forest. If it is winter, I will stay in the plum blossom forest for a long time, and I am willing to move on when I have had enough fun.

Ji Bieyun lost his way between memory and reality, but a light spot appeared in his vision, he subconsciously thought that he was wrong.Until that point of light got closer and closer to him, and became clearer and clearer.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, trying to run forward, but his body didn't allow him to toss around wantonly, and he felt pain all over his body within two steps.He held on to the branch of a red plum, trying hard to see the light clearly.

The beam of light came slowly, and then stopped not far away.

It was a tall and tall young monk, wearing a soap-colored straight gown and a black sea blue.The red plums and white snow complement each other, their eyebrows are lowered and their eyes are sympathetic, but like this heavy snow, it has a breathtaking coldness, which is unforgettable.

The flames in the lanterns were flickering, adding in vain a false pyrotechnic atmosphere.

Ji Bieyun was shocked.

He wanted to blurt out something for a moment, but hesitantly clenched his lips together.

Is it the little monk Huizhi?

If Huizhi grows up, he should be like this person.But if it is really Huizhi, she will never stand in front of her and pretend not to know her, without making any changes.

"Where is the benefactor going?"

The monk stood still, his voice was like melting fresh snow, and the coolness kept flowing into Ji Bieyun's heart.

He didn't answer for a long time, the monk took a step forward, bowed his head and said: "The poor monk is passing by here, and he wants to go back to Lingdong Temple. If the benefactor doesn't mind, you can go with the poor monk to Lingdong Temple for treatment."

After a pause, he added: "There is too much blood on the donor's body."

Ji Bieyun suddenly wanted to laugh.

There was too much blood... the blood on his body was too much to wash off.

Maybe it was because the injury was too serious, or maybe it was the feeling of powerlessness that came to him, and he couldn't even take a step.Simply entrusting his fate to his uncertain old friend, his vision darkened and he fell down.

While unconscious, Ji Bieyun had a dream.There was nothing in the dream, only snow falling in the mountains, and I stood under a red plum tree, quietly listening to the sound of snow falling on the branches.

Everything is peaceful.

When he woke up, he was affected by the dream and his mood was very peaceful.It's been a long time since Ji Bieyun lay down with his eyes open for a while before he realized something was wrong.

There are simple beams above his head, and he is lying on a bed, covered with a thick and soft quilt.An oil lamp was burning on the table in the house, and the light was soft.

Just when he was wondering, a distant bell suddenly sounded not far away.The voice seemed to come from ancient times, and it rang in his ears for a long time.

This is... Lingdong Temple?

Ji Bieyun supported the edge of the bed and sat up, the wound on his body was affected, although the pain was much less than before fainting.He looked down and saw that all the wounds on his body, large and small, had been properly bandaged.At the end of the bed lay the folded clothes, which was a thick coat.

The monks are too kind, and they are so well prepared.After hesitating for a moment, he put on his new clothes and got out of bed.As soon as he poured a glass of water to his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

He drank the water in two sips and said to come in. After the door was pushed open, it was an unfamiliar young monk who walked in, holding an old lantern in his hand.

The novice monk was about twelve or thirteen years old, his eyes widened when he saw him, and he said excitedly: "Benefactor, you finally woke up! It's been a day and night, please stay in your room first, I'll go and call my senior brother!"

"Wait—" Ji Bieyun's voice to stay was ignored by the other party, and the little monk who looked like a half-grown child ran away like a whirlwind and disappeared into the corridor.

Ji Bieyun was full of doubts, but he could only wait in silence.

At this time, the night was dark, but the snow had stopped, and even the snow on the ground had melted a lot.Not long after, the monk led the little novice back.The monk walking in front was very quiet, and the lantern was changed into his hand.

The one following behind couldn't even walk restlessly, and he was afraid of the majesty of his senior brother, so he didn't dare to make too much trouble.

He looked at this scene in a daze, as if he had seen his former self from the little monk.

But this monk who looks a lot like Huizhi...doesn't know if he made a mistake.