After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Xu Qingyi's heart sank straight to the bottom of the valley, his eyes trembled, his fingers curled up in his sleeves, and then he moved with a slightly stiff expression: "I'm joking."

He grabbed the hem of his clothes, tried his best to suppress his agitated and frantic mood, and hugged him slightly trembling: "I'm joking, Zhexuan..."

"But it's not funny."

Su Wan wanted to push him away, but when he touched his trembling body, his hands stopped, and then he hung down weakly.

The small boat floated into a lot of lotus leaves, and the crimson red Hanyu was shaken by the wooden boat in the water, and the red between the green leaves flickered in the eye sockets.

"Brother, this world is really good."

He deliberately avoided the previous sharpness, and only looked at Xuan Ye through the gaps in the green lotus leaves, and Xingbo Yunchuan was reflected in the dark pupils.

Xu Qingyi looked into the brilliance in his eyes and couldn't help being dazed. He hugged him tightly and moved closer to him. When he looked up, he saw the flowers and leaves as a backdrop. Ming.

Yes, this world is really good.

He looked sideways at the people around him: it has nothing to do with love or hate, as long as he is willing to accompany him, that's fine.

When the galaxy dispersed, the market became deserted.

The broken Mahula on the ground rolled to his feet, and the young man bent down to pick it up.

"Fifth Master Uncle!"

Changshu appeared from behind the tree, and walked towards him on tiptoe. When she came to him, she looked around anxiously, and said without saying a word, "Where is my master?"

"Sleeping, he seems to be in a bad mood a few days ago, so he slept deeply." Su Wan glanced at the light boat floating on the lake, "Where's Zhao Yuya?"

"Hey, Uncle Fifth, just leave him alone," Changshu felt that the business was more important. "I'm looking for you this time to tell you something about Master. He..."

"He didn't want me to attain Taoism and become an immortal, so he secretly planned to use the dragon body to lure me to double cultivation with him, so as to destroy my spiritual body, right?"

Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her.

"You, how do you know?"

Changshu's eyes widened in surprise.

"On the night when Senior Brother was seriously injured and came to see me, Lord Qing Xiao also came to see me."

When Su Wan spread out his hand, the Mohula in his hand was completely new, as if it had never been damaged.

Xu Qingyi slept soundly that night, so naturally he didn't know that Lord Qingxiao saw him in the courtyard, and the two of them didn't talk much about the past, and they seemed a little polite and unfamiliar.

Xu Qingyi's thought of burning jade and rock together is very in line with his nature of vengeance, but the premise is that he hates him.

Does he hate him?

It's strange, he is not the original owner, so why did he come to bear such deep-seated hatred for him, in other words, even if he is the original owner, no amount of hatred should fade away with time, otherwise the only one who suffers is himself.

"So Zunjun already knew that Master escaped?"

After listening to what he said, she suddenly realized, and after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong, "The gentleman didn't take the master back?"

"Everything is going to be reversed. If you take him back, it's hard to guarantee that he won't hurt himself next time."

"What does Uncle Fifth mean?"

"almost."

He didn't answer her directly, but stared at the light boat in the lake, his eyes scattered by the night wind.

_;

The noise of the morning market wakes up a lucid dream, and half of the head is just exposed during the day, hanging lazily on the top of the hill.

When consciousness gradually regained consciousness, the person curled up on the small boat suddenly opened his eyes, looking for the figure of the young man in a panic.

Fortunately, he was sitting at the bow of the boat, breaking off a tender white lotus seed and putting it into his mouth.

Xu Qingyi felt a little uneasy in his heart, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep very easily when he was by his side, he was afraid that one day when he opened his eyes, he would never be able to find him again.

"Zhexuan..."

He got out of the awning, leaned his whole body on his back, rested his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his cheek against his ear.

The man took out a colored Mahula from his pocket and handed it to him: "For you."

He took Mohula and looked at it for a long time, and he couldn't help flashing the neatly arranged row of beautiful clay sculptures: "I want a Qingheng Lord."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you later."

The young man peeled a lotus seed and handed it to him, and agreed immediately, "Then follow me to another place, brother."

"it is good."

He didn't hesitate either.

Once the time for the morning market passed, there were fewer people in the market.

The young man stepped into the street alone and went straight to the clay figurine's stall.

Standing in front of the boat, Xu Qingyi followed him for the first time, not because he wanted to get away, but because he caught a glimpse of the white tiger boy standing by the weeping willow.

The murderous intention in his chest began to move around. For him, Ruo Zhexuan was really snatched from him. In order to avoid future troubles, it is naturally the best choice to get rid of this obstacle.

The only difficult thing is that this white tiger has a spiritual contract with Zhexuan, so it is not so easy to be killed by him.

The boy obviously didn't come to look for his master, so he jumped to the other end of the light boat and confronted him calmly.

He squinted at him gloomyly, his eyes were full of jealousy and hatred, but his body was leaning lazily by the black awning, pretending not to care, he said, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for you because I want you to stay away from Master."

Lu Yao got straight to the point, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

"What are you, why should you keep me away from him?" Xu Qingyi sneered when he heard this, and hid his sharp claws in his sleeves.

"There have been three pains in my life, all of which are related to my master. One is the loss of half of my soul, the other is the extinguishment of the fire in my heart, and the third is the self-severing of my veins, and I have almost fallen out of the six realms of reincarnation. After that, I will never Dare to ask for anything extravagantly from him, I just want him to live and he is willing to live."

Thinking of the past, Lu Yao lowered his eyes sadly, and then raised his eyes to look directly at him, "So, why do you want to get so much from him? You have already destroyed him once, why do you want to destroy him for the first time?" Second time?"

The words he said also suddenly brought back his memories. These three times were indeed the death of that person, and they were all related to him. For a moment, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he was completely speechless. The man was about to return, but he didn't stay where he was, and quickly disappeared over the ship's side.

_;

The golden sun was shrouded in hazy clouds and smoke, but there were still one or two rays of light piercing through the barrier and shining directly on the snow-white Cangshan Mountain.

Crushed snow flew in the light, mixed with a flash of ice crystal or two, like gemstones tumbling in the scorching sun.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Hearing the question, when Su Wan looked back in the snowstorm, there were traces of snow kisses on his face, "I think you might like it."

"You've been here before."

Xu Qingyi recalled the memory in his Yanghuo.

"Ah."

"Together with Lu Yao."

The person walking in front stopped, looked at him and said with a smile, "You know that too?"

Looking at the snow-covered stretches of peaks on the top of the mountain, he heard the man continue to say: "Falling snow will always cover up all the stains, so I told Ayao before I died that I must bring my body here. It can be regarded as a clean walk.”

These words made Xu Qingyi's steps stop along with his heartbeat. He remembered everything he had seen in the world before he died. It turned out that the final destination of the dying despair was just to find a shelter for himself.

The viscera slowly cracked a crack, and the gap continued to expand and extend, turning into a spider web-like crack, and the faint pain gradually spread, like a poisonous snake gnawing madly.

He seemed to suddenly understand that in fact, what remains in the fire is not only his memory, but also the pain he bears. He is also a residual candle flickering in the cold wind. Just to illuminate others, he has already burned himself out. Once exhausted, there is no reason to live.

The fire burning in the wind is either flourishing or dying suddenly, but even if it is flourishing, it is only closer to death.

The person he wants to get is actually a broken and broken heart.

Noticing that the people behind him were stunned, Su Wan thought that those words just now brought back some bad memories in him, so he said with a smile: "Brother, I just express my feelings, you don't have to take it to heart."

With white snow dotted in his black hair, Xu Qingyi stood quietly at the same spot, seeing him looking back at him, suddenly felt heartbroken.

"It is not love that destroys a person because of selfish desires, and makes her suffer so much in her life."

If most of the memories in Yanghuo are related to Lu Yao, then most of the pain he suffered in these memories seems to be related to himself.

He was only greedy for his brilliance, but he never thought about whether this person would be in pain when he was burning himself.

In Zhuzhong season, only the snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all the year round, even if the scorching sun hangs high, it cannot drive away the vast expanse of whiteness.

Broken walls and ruins lay across the snowy ridge, and the damaged cornices and corners were covered with thick layers of ice in the howling wind and snow that accumulated over time.

The sun is about to set, and the bright moon quietly shows a faint shadow in the blue sky. The snow-white and pitch-black mountains are splashed with colorful ink by the setting sun, turning them into golden red.

The top of the mountain seemed to be on fire, and the flames split the mountain range, dancing in a brilliant way.

The two people at the top of the snow peak also stood in the golden red flames. Against the backdrop of the broken walls and ruins, they looked like Buddha statues left in dilapidated temples by the world, looking at all living beings with compassion and silence.

"This wine is good, have a sip?"

Su Wan picked up the wine bag and took a sip of the wine, and then handed the wine bag to the person who was looking at the golden summit of the snow-capped mountain.

His eyes did not move, he still looked at the mountains, took the wine absent-mindedly, and took a sip.

Su Wan swept the snow off the rocks with a flick of his sleeve, sat down beside him, and followed his gaze to the top of the mountain.

"This world is beautiful."

When the setting sun is gone and the golden red flames are extinguished, I think the good times are gone, but I never thought that the moon will shine brightly, and it will be deserted and sprinkled among the snow-capped mountains.

"Ah."

Xu Qingyi didn't return the wine bag, and took another sip of wine by himself under the moonlight.

"It's beautiful even without me."

Hearing the man say this, he turned his head in a trance.

Before he could see his face clearly, he covered his eyes with his hand: "Senior brother, the sun and the moon have never abandoned you."

The vision is covered, the hearing becomes extremely clear, or the wind caresses the ears, or the snow falls on the tip of the hair, or the person beside him is breathing steadily.

The wine he had just drank in his mouth inexplicably burned his heart, and the hotness surged up and rushed into his head, making him gradually drowsy.

"Do you know who Yingniang loves?"

he asked softly in his ear.

Xu Qingyi's consciousness struggled in the chaos, and he said slowly: "It's... Mr. Chen."

He extremely hoped that what Yingniang would love was Mr. Chen, in his heart, only what he held in his hands should be love.

"Yingniang loves scholars."

He didn't hear the answer he wanted, so he shook his head: "After Yingniang married Mr. Chen, she broke up with the scholar. How could she love the scholar?"

"If love is a sharp blade that kills without blood, in order not to hurt the one you love, you have to choose to give it up."

He was blindfolded by him, so he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he vaguely felt that he smiled, "Brother, let me ask you again, do you love me?"

All his thoughts were mixed together and entangled into countless knots, his mind was so dizzy that he really couldn't distinguish the love in his mouth, so he could only say: "I don't know."

"Then let me tell you, senior brother, you don't love me at all. You have been stuck in the mud for too long, and you were covered by me who appeared by chance. You only saw a fire in your eyes, and you thought the fire was this The whole of the world, but happened to be ignored, the sun, moon and stars in the world are more dazzling than fire."

Is that right?

His eyes became more and more blurred, and he felt that his whole body was floating and empty, drifting into the chaotic darkness.

"In my life, there are three kinds of pains, one is half of my soul, the other is my heart fire, and the third is my self-severance, almost falling out of the six circles of reincarnation."

During the day, the young man's words still echoed in his ears, and the memory in Yanghuo came back again, and he seemed to see him standing at the stern of the boat again, with all thoughts lost and falling into the river, allowing himself to sink, fall, and die.

If Lu Yao hadn't fallen into the water with him, he would have died at that time. This person obviously gave up hope of life, but he was still willing to choose from a rotten swamp in order to give others a way to survive. climb out.

Why didn't he find out sooner that he wasn't the same person?Why didn't he save him?Why was he the one who made him despair?Why was he also the one who forced him to die?

Until now, he suddenly felt his pain deeply, and even he himself didn't understand why.

"Why do you want to get so much from him? You have already destroyed him once, why do you want to destroy him a second time?"

The pain piercing the heart of thousands of arrows squeezed his limbs and bones, almost tearing his soul apart: he made him so sad.

Su Wan removed the hand that covered Xu Qingyi's eyes, and saw that his eyes were frozen, as if his soul had lost his mind, and his mind was ignorant.

Bitterness surged up his throat, causing him to frown slightly, but soon he returned to his normal expression, put his palm on his forehead, looked at him gently and smiled, "Senior brother, forget about me."

The person in front of him raised his eyes stiffly, his face was whiter than paper, he stared at him with blurry eyes, and was startled.

The palm covering the top of his head suddenly glowed with silver light, and the powerful true energy flowed in his mind, drawing out the memories he had depended on for his life, so as to clear them all away.

His skinny hands held the wine bag tightly, digging his nails into the bag, at the same time, the jade string on his wrist suddenly broke, and the thin blue jade beads rolled into the snow and shattered silently.

The desolate moonlight shone on the white snow, and Qiong Fang "sanded" down, landing on the shoulders of the sleepy man.

In the heavy snow, Su Wan walked down the mountain step by step with Xu Qingyi on his back. He didn't look back, how could he know that a string of hot tears had slid down the pale cheek behind him.

_;

The sky is getting brighter, and the white candles in the room are burned out.

The man lying on the Arhat couch opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and after looking around at the surrounding furnishings, he couldn't help frowning.

He sat up, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in Dao Lianqing's clothes by the window, without waiting for him to turn around, he immediately stood up and saluted: "Disciple has seen Master!"

"Go back to the door."

This person didn't talk much, knowing that he would not ask too many questions due to his temperament, so he left a few words, opened the door and walked out.

The man's face was slightly confused, as if he didn't know why he was here, and then he looked around and searched his memory to no avail, and followed the steps of his predecessors.

When the two of them went south with Yujian, the courtyard was already empty.

The young man came out of the darkness and looked at the light clouds in the sky calmly.

"Fifth Master Uncle, is it really good to erase the memories about you in Master's mind?"

Changshu didn't go first, but also followed him into the courtyard, "Master, he... is very reluctant to part with you. If he doesn't hinder your attainment of enlightenment, can he stay by your side?"

Su Wan turned back to the stone bench in the courtyard, smiled and said, "I've seen him look as bright as the sun, and I understand what kind of person he wants to be in this life, so I won't let myself sink with him."

He suppressed his smile, and lowered his eyes calmly: "I can't take him as my own while he is in hell. In front of him, I will never be a despicable and shameless person. When he was together, I was happy, but also worried, I was afraid that one day he would wake up from the chaos, and then regret choosing me."

"I'm not the only one around him, he'll be fine without me."

Slowly, his figure faded before her eyes, and turned into the wind that brushed her palm but was never held by her, "Changshu, I'm leaving."

"Fifth Master Uncle!"

She couldn't help but took a step forward, at first she understood that he was about to leave.

_;

The scenery of Fuyu Mountain is the same as before, everything seems to be the same as usual, the breezy and bright Hexuan Zhenjun still sits on the high platform, even if he is a dragon, he is also well-known.

The little Taoist priests in gray clothes were weeding and watering the medicine field next to the medicine hall. They had been busy all morning, and they were a little slack, so they started muttering:

"Hey! Who do you say is the most powerful in the school?"

"You don't need to ask! Then of course it's the master!"

"That is, the head of the sect is good-looking and has a high level of cultivation, which must be unmatched by anyone in this world."

"Don't talk too much! What if Qingxiao Zunjun is even more powerful? Zunjun is the master of the sect!"

"Haven't you heard a saying that goes, "Blue comes out of blue, and is better than blue"?I still think the boss is the best! "

Seeing that they were chatting louder and louder, the passing disciple in green covered his mouth and coughed, then they shut up and continued to pull weeds earnestly.

"What do these newcomer disciples know? If you want to say that the most powerful in the entire Taoist sect in the past, it must be Daoist Zhexuan."

Another Taoist priest in green who was walking with him suddenly said something.

He couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. He looked back at the medicine hall, and suddenly remembered that he once had a junior brother Chen who wanted to worship Zhexuan Taoist Lord Zhexuan wholeheartedly. There was one.

Unknowingly, so many old friends have gone away.

The begonias planted in Fusheng Palace have passed the flowering period, and only the green leaves are left swaying in the wind.

When Li Xiyuan stepped into the yard, he found a sickly green bamboo beside the tree. The leaves on the bamboo branches turned yellowish, and his head drooped sparsely, as if he was dying of terminal illness.

The man in the snow-white cloud-pattern robe just happened to walk out of the study: "Yu Qing?"

"Brother!"

Li Xiyuan bowed and saluted him, and then handed him the white feather letter in his hand, "It's a letter from Xinghuandao."

Xu Qingyi took Bai Yu's letter, and before he opened it, he heard him say: "Senior brother, the sick bamboo in your yard, in my opinion, probably won't live long."

"I picked it up by chance, I think it's a pity to let it die."

He opened the white feather letter and looked at it, then put it away, walked to the side of the sick bamboo, raised his hand to touch the yellow leaf, and the leaf fell down.

When he caught sight of him raising his hand, there was a red string tied around his wrist, Li Xiyuan stopped his gaze, looked carefully, and before he could see clearly, he had already rolled up his sleeves without a trace.

_;

It has been raining recently in Chizhou, and the atmosphere in the forest is lazy. Most of the spirit beasts are squatting in their holes and sleeping.

The young man stood under the eaves of the small building, quietly watching the raindrops fall by the tiles, and the raindrops were ticking beside his ears in an orderly rhythm.

Until the wind passed, a man in a crab-green hang silk red silk crane shirt appeared beside him, clearly coming from the rain, but not a single drop of rain touched him.

"Master."

He looked at him sideways, smiling softly.

"You should know what I'm here to see you for."

He spread his hands towards him, the lines on his palms intertwined.

Lu Yao nodded, and stretched out his hand to overlap his palm.

In an instant, the bright red blood threads stretched into the air, intertwined with each other, emitting a soft red light.

He took another deep look at him and asked him, "Is Master leaving?"

"I'm the last person to say goodbye."

Su Wan pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, saying this with some annoyance.

Lu Yao also laughed with him, showing a little childishness, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth when he grinned.

The obsession was resolved, the entangled blood line between the two slowly dispersed, the soft light dimmed, and the moment it was about to fade away, suddenly the white light brightened, the two were surrounded by the light, and only the other's face was left in their eyes.

Lord Wanshu Ling, who was sinking in the ground veins, shook the branches and leaves, and let out a long breath in distress.

The yingying white light disappeared, and the man in the green crane shirt in front of him slowly walked away. Finally, he turned his head, looked at him kindly and peacefully, and said in his always low and gentle tone: "Ayao, don't you won't be trapped."

The boy's heart sank suddenly, he raised his chestnut-colored eyes, his heart was filled with sorrow, the raindrops on the tiles fell into his eye sockets, his eyelashes couldn't bear the weight of the raindrops, and fell one after another, the rain in his eyes The words were especially tearful: "No, it's my selfishness that trapped Master."

_;

Candles were still burning in the study, and the man sitting in front of the writing desk raised his face from the book and looked at the sick bamboo in the courtyard through the window.

After looking at it for a while, he put the brush on the edge of the inkstone, walked to the sick bamboo, and sent it some life-continuing spiritual energy.

The yellow leaves fell to the ground, and he picked up a dead leaf from the ground. When he raised his hand, he could see the red thread on his wrist more clearly. There were two silver bamboo knots tied to the end of the red thread, but when they collided with each other, it was not the same as before. speak out.

He put down the dead leaves, walked into the bedroom in a daze, came to the couch and opened the secret compartment, inside the secret compartment was a painted Mahula, and... Qingheng Lord made of clay.

Everyone knows that Lord Qingheng's clay figurine has no face carved on it, but the clay figurine in his hand has a face engraved on it. Dai Chenying has a fishtail crown and a Taihua Liuyun sword on his waist, as if he is about to come back to life.

His eyes flickered slightly, and something shiny fell from his eyes and hit the clay figurine's face. When the clay hit the water, the facial features quickly blurred.

Gently brushing away the water stains with his fingertips, he took the pen and once again carved the appearance of his sweetheart on the clay figurine's face stroke by stroke.

_;

"You said, Senior Brother, did he really forget Fifth Senior Brother?"

After a few days, all the flowers in the lotus pond withered, and the remaining lotus leaves were still green, and a few of them were curled with withered yellow edges, which looked lifeless.

"Why did Seventh Master Uncle say that?"

Changshu was borrowing scriptures from Huayan Palace, and when she was about to leave, she bumped into Li Xiyuan who was returning from outside.

"It's nothing, it just feels like something is wrong."

In fact, he can't tell where the weirdness is. After all, since his senior brother returned to Nanhua Dao, his thoughts and deeds are the same as before he became a dragon. The only change is that his temper has become a little softer. , not as blunt as before.

"Fifth Master Uncle will do it himself, there should be no mistakes..."

In the middle of Changshu's speech, her eyes were attracted by the strange phenomenon in the sky, and she saw that the sky in the east was covered with black clouds and rolled into a whirlpool, "That's..."

"A natural vision, probably a fellow Taoist who is crossing the catastrophe."

Li Xiyuan saw the clue at a glance.

"Crossing Tribulation?"

As soon as these two words were uttered, she probably knew who the person who crossed the catastrophe was.

The crabapple tree in the courtyard of Fusheng Palace seemed to have wilted in the past few days, and the green bamboo next to it was even worse. Even the bamboo branches had become withered and yellow, which seemed to be powerless.

The person who was flipping through the books in the study frowned habitually. When he glanced out of the window, his eyes jumped over the green bamboo and fell on the dark sky on the east side.

His eyes froze suddenly, he clutched the book tightly, his fingers turned completely blue and white, his body trembled uncontrollably, he forced himself to suppress the heartbreaking pain in his chest, but his green pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes one after another, his whole body The heart seemed about to explode.

Standing still for a while, a silver dragon suddenly flew out of the window and rushed towards the east side recklessly.

_;

Just after the shower, it was approaching dusk, the sun was hidden in the stratus clouds that had not dissipated, the clouds were illuminated golden, and the drowsy sky turned gray-blue. In the shadow, it seemed that it was about to be engulfed by clouds and smoke.

Su Wan could vaguely sense that he might be going back.

The wind blowing from the east howled violently, and the originally calm sky suddenly turned into a whirlpool. Clouds and smoke were engulfed one after another, and the grass and trees were tilted to this side. His crab green crane shirt was also shaken by the wind.

There was a loud noise in the gray-black vortex, and the red-gold lightning flashed through the black clouds. Corresponding to the "rumbling" thunder, the "click" illuminated half of the sky.

Su Wan looked at the horrific celestial phenomena indifferently, her expression was too natural, she didn't look like she came here to overcome calamity and become a fairy, but more like she came to catch this thunder and go back to drink.

The red lightning was burning with raging flames, scorching the gray cloud of smoke, and it struck down with vicious momentum, and white light suddenly appeared, shuttling through the black cloud vortex.

When he saw clearly what the white light in front of him was, cracks suddenly appeared in Furui Wubo's eyes, and before he could even make a sound, the fiery thunder and lightning directly penetrated the white shadow in front of him, and the aftermath of the electric fire pierced through the white shadow. Into his heart, the pain flooded into the senses, and bursts of fishy sweetness flowed out of his mouth.

There was a sound of thunder on the ground, and the mountains shook instantly, the trees fell, and the black smoke curled up and circled, dyeing the sky.

With a panicked face, he struggled to get up from the ground, saw the white shadow in front of him clearly, and hurriedly hugged him in his arms.

The man was covered in blood, and a hole was directly burned out in the chest cavity by lightning. The flesh and bones could be seen clearly. Seeing this, Su Wan's eyes were full of pain, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was blocked by pain. Stop, unable to make a complete sound.

A lot of blood gushed out of the mouth in his arms, seeing that he was still injured, a bloody teardrop rolled down his gray pupils, he opened his mouth: "Zhexuan, you are injured, is it very painful? "

He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and said with difficulty: "That day in the snow mountain, I suddenly realized that I seem to have been causing you pain. When you are in pain, I will be sad."

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "You once said that if love is a sharp blade that kills without blood, in order not to hurt the one you love, you have to choose to give up. Zhexuan, I want you to see that I love you, For this reason, I can choose to give up and stop pestering you. But until today, I have forced myself countless times, but I still can’t let you go, let alone survive without you, so I still don’t learn how to love you, just Let me be selfish, I want you to witness me die in front of you, so that you will never forget me for the rest of your life."

He grinned smugly with his bloody mouth open, and saw that the eyes of the person holding him were burning with pain, tears were streaming from them, and his lips were trembling slightly.

The black vortex in the air suddenly stopped spinning, and a mechanical and familiar voice sounded in my ears: "Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden tasks in this book and achieving success and success. Please return to the real world to receive the bonus as soon as possible, warm reminder : This channel will be closed in 1 minute."

At this moment, Su Wan couldn't tell whether the pain in his body came from the burns, from the heart, or both. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and his mind was only thinking of saving him, and he had no intention of going to the hospital. Regardless of the countdown by his ear, he hurriedly used his whole body's true energy to crazily enter his body.

Unexpectedly, this person whispered in his ear: "I would rather you destroy me completely than save me."

At this moment, his heart seemed to be tightened, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, which almost forced him to suffocate. His dark eyes were full of scarlet, and he hugged him tightly, gnashing his teeth: "Xu Qingyi, it was you who first If you provoke me, if you dare to regret it in the future, I will definitely abolish your cultivation and lock you up with an iron chain day and night, so that you can only stay by my side forever!"

"You, what did you say?"

Xu Qingyi was obviously shocked by these words, and even coughed uncontrollably.

He slightly let go of his hand, staring at him with burning eyes: "I say, I love you."

When the words fell, he lowered his head and kissed his lips. The strong smell of blood permeated between his lips and tongue. Su Wan didn't care about so much, and secretly forced the golden core out of his body so that it could be put into his mouth. When he was stunned, he pinched it slightly Grab his neck and force him to swallow.

The golden pill of body protection left him, and the burn on his heart hurt even worse. He vomited a mouthful of blood, slowly let go of Xu Qingyi's hand, and said weakly: "Xu Qingyi, don't you want to destroy me? Now like you I wish I had destroyed myself."

"Zhe, Zhexuan..."

He wanted to return the golden pill to him, but the golden pill had already fused with the fatal wound in his chest. He was a little panicked, as if he had done something wrong, and hugged him tremblingly, "Zhexuan, I don't want I ruined you, it was my fault, it was my fault..."

"Senior brother, I never said that I want to become an immortal, so if you want to destroy me, you can destroy me." He gently stroked his back and kissed his forehead, "It's just that in the future you If you leave me alone, I will die."

"I care about you, don't die."

After all, Xu Qingyi was going to give him his panacea.

He pressed his hand and shook his head.

"I love you," the man's eyes trembled. After looking at him for a long time, tears suddenly fell, and he leaned on his neck, calling softly, "Su Wan."

He frowned when he heard this: "You know my name, and you still call me Zhexuan."

"For me, after you came to see me, there is Zhexuan in this world," he kept kissing him, wiped the blood on his face, and repeated in his mouth, "I love you so much, love you so much you……"

"Got it, got it, by the way, didn't I erase your memory? Why do you still remember me?"

He stroked his waist and smiled indulgently.

"I keep you in my heart. Unless you take out my heart, even if I die tens of millions of times, I will never forget you."

He looked at him deeply, wishing to blend with his soul and body.

_;

This year, the wind and snow were extremely severe, and the hexagonal mirror lanterns hanging under the eaves were blown tottering, and the copper bells "jingling dingling" kept ringing, and the wind blew in one direction, blowing into a misty pale.

The man stood in the wind and snow with his sword in his hand, and practiced his sword every morning for ten years. His sword moves were flowing like clouds and flowing water. As he came and went, the sword energy cut through the wind and snow, splitting a gap in the air.

Someone clapped their hands, and the wind and snow stopped suddenly. The man practicing the sword looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment. He couldn't help being surprised and happy, and quickly cupped his hands and said, "Master! You are finally willing to come to see me!"

"I've said before, I'll come to see you again when you master the sword skills in this sword manual," the young man looked at him with a smile, "I thought it would be a long time, but I counted it, and it was only a dozen or so." Year."

"Actually, it's been a long time. It's because of my stupid talent that I can't always master the essentials of swordsmanship."

He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and when he raised his eyes, he saw another person beside him. This person had a startled face, and even the ends of his hair looked very beautiful. A salute, "Who is this expert?"

"He is my senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, the person next to him said coldly, "It's his favorite."

The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "This expert, could it be the third senior brother you mentioned earlier?"

A cold light suddenly fell on him, his breath was stagnant, and he immediately realized that he had slipped his words, he coughed and changed the subject, "It's freezing outside, please go to the Burrow for a cup of tea, two masters."

"No need."

The fairy-like beauty said coldly, then turned around and left, and even dragged away the young man who was about to answer.

Seeing the two of them disappearing into the boundless white snow, the man weighed the sword in his hand, and then laughed to himself: "It's a pity, I haven't competed with him yet."

Fine snowflakes fall, and the snow bends the pines and cypresses.

"Senior Brother, don't you think I like Third Senior Brother?"

The young man joked to the beauty beside him.

"No."

The beauty looked cold.

"Then why are you jealous?"

He asked him casually with a smile.

"I do not have."

The beauty denied it again.

"Okay, no, no."

He has nothing to do with him.

"Zhexuan."

The man suddenly called him.

"Ok?"

"When did you fall in love with me?"

Hearing him ask him this way, he couldn't help thinking carefully: "Do you really want to know?"

"Ah."

"Speaking of which, I have been tempted since the first time I saw you. I almost died at that time, but you were born like a fairy and saved me."

"But you..."

"But without further ado, you took a sword and wanted to take my head. I'm not the kind of person who says "if you die under a peony flower, you'll be a ghost." "

"..."

"But now it is."

(End of text)

The author says:

I originally planned to end it in September, but I have been working on the setting of the new article, and I was distracted. Thanks to the little cuties who caught up here!Love you guys!Flowers are over!