The Villain's Journey to Cultivation

The details of the stretching, even the blurring of the clear handwriting on the paper can be clearly understood.At that time, a short moment can be stretched across the dining table like a candied banana, even across all impossible time gaps.

The splendor that blooms in the sky, the splendid prosperity is fleeting.Memories can spew out from the moment the fire is ignited, and turn into magnificent colors to show off wantonly, and then lose their mighty minions and gradually fade until they disappear into stars and then disappear completely—the darkness will eventually control the overall situation, swallowing all light and hope in an instant .

Not long ago, Lin Zhizhi fell under the pomegranate skirt of a strong canine animal. Due to the huge momentum generated by the free fall, the dog brother's hoof directly kicked his soul away from the body quickly, and floated to that place. In front of a bitter melon guard with an exaggerated blue background wall—the death was too hasty and there was no time to leave a last word, so there was no deep pain.

And now, a sharp dagger pierced through the night and pierced into his heart again, the ruthless and resolute method seemed to scare all the stars in the sky back three feet.Lin Zhizhi struggled to open his eyes, Chu Yun's face occupied his sight, and his panic expression was reflected in the bloody dagger.

Lin Zhizhi's face was pale, and he really wanted to ask the girl: "Why do I have any complaints or worries with you, so I have to die again and again?"

It's just that the girl's face was terrified, and the hand holding the dagger was shaking strangely. She didn't know that she thought it was Lin Zhizhi who forced her to put her down.

Chu Yun had a dejected face, his pupils felt like an earthquake, and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!!"

Lin Zhizhi felt that all the strength in his whole body was being pulled away, and finally he could hardly utter three words from his defeated lips, and ordered: "Quick... call someone!"

dark.

dark.

When the eyes are opened, there is light.

When Lin Zhizhi opened his eyes again, he could see a string of emerald-colored strings hanging on the plain curtains, dangling leisurely.

Lin Zhizhi is not unfamiliar with this place, because before he entered the disciple's bedroom, he lived here all his life, and now, he is back again.

There was no more life-threatening pain in his chest, and Lin Zhizhi could only secretly sigh that he had been saved again—as expected, he preferred to lie on the bed with warmth compared to the underworld.

Lin Zecheng's voice came to his ears not far away: "Are you awake?"

Lin Zhizhi got up and went out, lightly said: "Yes."

Lin Zecheng snorted, and with a flick of his sleeve, something hit Lin Zhizhi's knee, making him kneel down in response.

"I said to make you less trouble and less trouble, you are good, there are girls who want to kill you when you turn your back, what have you done so that people will be punished heavily and also put you to death?!!!"

"I don't know..."

"You don't know, you don't know what to do and what not to do, so you did everything!!!"

Lin Zhizhi frowned, but never said anything out of his mouth, silently bearing all the accusations - but he didn't take it to heart.

Lin Zecheng glanced at Lin Zhizhi, knelt on the ground with lowered eyebrows and said nothing, and there was nowhere to vent his anger, but the grief of almost losing his son really made him hard to recover, and he was very indignant.

He snorted again, and Lin Zecheng said, "Go back to class after waking up. If someone dares to touch you next time—" "I will never let her out of Guangjing Garden for the rest of my life!!" He said quickly step away.

Lin Zhizhi was still kneeling on the ground, dumbfounded by the words dissipated in the air.

"Brother Zhizhi!!!" Not long after Lin Zecheng carried him out of the door, a small group of people rushed in, and the galloping figures stirred up a little wind.

Yuan Ying was the fastest runner, and flew to his eyes in a short while, the joy on her face could not be covered, "You finally woke up!"

"How long have I been lying down?"

Jun Junli pondered, "About two days."

That's not too long.

Lin Zhizhi suddenly asked, "Where is the girl who stabbed me now?"

"Ha! That bad woman is being locked up in Jing Yuan. Brother Zhi Zhi, don't worry, we will never let her go lightly!" Those who dare to bully them should have the consciousness to come back after being bullied.

I thought that Lin Zhizhi would be a little happier when he heard this, and maybe show a timely anger, but instead, he just frowned slightly and asked, "Can I go and have a look?"

Yuan Ying opened her eyes wide, and said inexplicably: "You are crazy, she is the one who wants to harm you, why go to see her?"

"That's right, that's right," Jin Shenyi said, "Brother Zhizhi, why don't you go and thank Qing Wen, he is the one who drove you to Yaoyi Peak that night!!"

"Han Qingwen?" Why is it him again?

At this time, a small head poked in from the door, showing half of its body, and asked, "Call me?"

Han Qingwen leaned against the door, staring at the ground in bewilderment, his hair stretched in panic at being called, as if he didn't dare to waste his eyeballs to widen his gaze.

Lin Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "There is no threshold in front of you..."

The disappointment on Han Qingwen's face disappeared after hearing this, and he moved in step by step.

"Let's go first." Lin Zhizhi said to the curious eyes.

"We've just arrived!"

Lin Zhizhi covered his chest, wrinkled his face, and said, "I want to rest." The four words, knowing that they might be fake, the crowd dispersed immediately.

Han Qingwen didn't go along with them, and he had to go out from the place he just came in, until Lin Zhizhi said: "Come here."

There was no third person in the room, so it could only be him.

Standing still a few meters away from Lin Zhizhi, Han Qingwen closed his mouth and lowered his head again, preparing to act as a mute.

"Who told you to save me?"

Han Qingwen muttered something in a low voice, but he couldn't hear clearly—it seemed that monks didn't have any wonderful ability to listen to all directions.

Lin Zhizhi had no choice but to get closer to him, and then closer, and asked calmly, "Who?"

Unexpectedly, Han Qingwen lowered his head even more, almost only the top of a round head could be seen, and he replied even more quietly.

Lin Zhizhi had no choice but to sit down at the nearby table, and finally pinched Han Qingwen's chin with his fingers, forcing him to raise his head.

"Why," Lin Zhizhi asked, "is it possible that you are afraid of me?" Han Qingwen should be fearless, so why are you only afraid of him?

Han Qingwen felt that Lin Zhizhi didn't smile often, but when he smiled, his eyes were like crescent moons imprinted in water, curved, and he looked more approachable than usual.

Han Qingwen blushed uncontrollably, but he just couldn't control it, especially when the cold temperature of the opponent's hand touched his chin, and the heat wave of midsummer was churning in his chest.

"Don't worry, I won't tell you about that matter. Don't take it to heart, and don't pay too much attention to it. It's normal for them to be men."

Lin Zhizhi reckoned that Han Qingwen felt a little embarrassed because he saw his too hidden and private side.

Han Qingwen's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and then it was burned to pieces and blackened.

"En." Han Qingwen replied a simple syllable in a low voice, but exhausted all his strength.A voice echoed in my mind, "Why do you?"

Why are you?

The extremely simple four words are sometimes enough to shatter any indestructible hope and self-confidence.

Total hopelessness can sometimes become another form of freedom. Han Qingwen calmed down his emotions, looked at Lin Zhizhi and said, "It was Chu Yun, it was Chu Yun who asked me to save you."

Lin Zhizhi was silent: Since he wanted to save her, why did he go to such lengths to kill him?

"you sure?"

Han Qingwen nodded.

Jing Yuan is definitely not allowed to enter, it seems that this matter has to be put on hold for now.However, it is worth noting that besides that Chu Yun, there must be other people who want to harm him.

Just be flexible.

"Okay." Lin Zhizhi thought for a while, and said to Han Qingwen, "Let's go back first."

Not long after entering the room prepared by Qingfeng Peak for the disciples, Lin Zhizhi was almost killed, so there are people guarding the outside in the daylight, and when Lin Zhizhi returned to the place, he was told by other people Classes are in progress, and it's time to practice swords again.

For some reason, Ni Qingyun went back to the sect, leaving only a letter for Lin Zhizhi.

Inside was a small jade pendant. I don't know what the material is, but it looked extremely valuable. Lin Zhizhi put it in the cabinet and didn't pay much attention to it——it was an old friend, but Lin Zhizhi's memory In fact, it didn't help him a lot with this character, so he couldn't keep it in mind.

The days of practice actually passed quickly, especially after Lin Zhizhi finished his schoolwork for the day and Yuan Ying and the others came to play every now and then, it seemed even more lively.

Even if they were not able to be promoted to official preparatory disciples, the few of them might not feel the slightest bit of sadness. Anyway, there is a next chance, and there will be a next chance. No matter how hard you try, nothing is impossible—it just takes time.

As for Han Qingwen, he became restrained visibly with the naked eye.If it used to be a barrel, then now it can only be regarded as an old-fashioned range hood that is on the verge of being turned off and falling apart. After the arrogance disappeared, even the temperament became dull and alienated.He didn't look for Lin Zhizhi's fault anymore, and occasionally he would resist rushing forward with his fists raised when he was provoked by Zhen Zihuai.

On the contrary, Lin Zhizhi was a little worried - the protagonist should be arrogant and unscrupulous in the world, how did he come to be so arrogant, why is he so silent and nameless now?

However, accompanied by all kinds of worries and changes, a few months passed with the flock of birds roaring overhead, and soon it was time for the public assessment, and then the elders to select disciples.

☆, won the prize

The sky was clear and cloudless.

The circular arena is lined up, like a few burly giants, standing on the top of the mountains, dominating everyone's sight.

And the ones lining up outside the ring are the elders from various peaks.

It's very simple, everyone can choose the faction they want to join, just stand on the side of the corresponding ring and wait.In a round between two people, the winner becomes an inner disciple and is taught by the master of each peak.As for the loser, it is up to the other elders of each peak to decide whether to accept them or not.

Lin Zhizhi stood on the side of the ring, waiting to go on stage, there were still many people in front of him.

Between swords, lights and swords, the scent of medicine rises, and the sound of qin and se is melodious... 嘿, 啦, 啦, 咟~

Take a look, it's exciting.Lin Zhizhi watched helplessly as a brother in front of him spat out a mouthful of blood amidst the fluctuating chords - with a "wow".Lin Zhizhi didn't have the nerve to say that Ren's playing the piano was quite intense and excited, and he heard his blood rushing up with anger.

After almost an hour, Lin Zhizhi finally got his turn, but it was Zhu Qiao standing opposite him!

In the original book, Zhu Qiao is good at playing the piano, why is he willing to join the Qingfeng Sword Sect now?

If he hurt her, would Han Qingwen remember his revenge?Thinking of this, Lin Zhizhi was in trouble again, but Zhu Qiao had already stretched out his sword and attacked.

Can't think of so much!Lin Zhizhi also manipulated his saber to meet him.

Zhu Qiao's swordsmanship is not like the way taught by the elders, but on the basis of this, it is too light and dynamic.In Zhu Qiao's hand, it doesn't look like a sword, but more like a soft and elegant ribbon, or a silk with a loose texture. It dances like a cicada's wings in the fluttering, approaching every step without giving way.

During the back and forth resistance, Lin Zhizhi was already slightly invincible, but the opponent was still soft and strong when he was able to handle it with ease, making it difficult to parry.

Although Lin Zhizhi had read the book, the original book did not introduce the profound meanings of various sword techniques in detail, so he could not easily grasp the various spells in his heart.

In the end, the competition ended with Lin Zhizhi's arm being cut to pieces - after all, it was a competition, and it was unreasonable to be unscathed, and it was too much to endanger one's life, which is reasonable.

Lin Zhizhi dragged his broken left arm, and sat back dripping with blood on the stand specially set up for the disciples - the stand was divided into two sides, the winner's side and the loser's side.As soon as Han Qingwen sat down, he came over with the medicine, his face gloomy.

Lin Zhizhi also has medicine, which was given by Jun Junli.And Jun Junli's medicine was taken from his grandfather.

In fact, everyone has a prescription, but the medicine is only designed for internal injuries, as long as the person is not dead, no matter how ugly the outer skin is, it can make people say this breath to the end of the competition.And the medicine Jun Junli brought was for trauma, and the effect was very good, but...

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Han Qingwen was about to pour the ointment on his arm, Lin Zhizhi hurriedly stopped him.Han Qingwen hasn't competed yet, why did he give him the medicine first?

Han Qingwen frowned, and said without hesitation, "Why are you hurt so badly?", and then tried to stretch out Lin Zhizhi's arm with his hand, "Don't move, be careful of the wound."

After almost a year and a half, Han Qingwen's initially thin body began to become strong and powerful, and he became a little man.

Lin Zhizhi simply let him manipulate, anyway, he also has a bottle, at worst, he can share it with him when the time comes.

Han Qingwen rubbed the toothpaste evenly with his hands, and then wiped it on Daolin Zhizhi's arm. It was cool and effectively stopped his pain.

While applying the medicine, Han Qingwen frowned into a precipitous look, and asked, "Why are you so careless?"

Han Qingwen is still only a teenager, so no matter how serious his words are, he will definitely reveal a childish look, like a little adult.

Lin Zhizhi teased him and said, "Miss Zhu Qiao is too ruthless, I can't be funny, it seems that you will have bitter fruit in the future."

Ever since Han Qingwen became serious, Lin Zhizhi always liked to tease him, perhaps because Han Qingwen's expressionless face was really funny.

Han Qingwen stopped applying the ointment, and asked in a daze, "Why do I have bitter fruit?"

Lin Zhizhi tilted his head, showing a slight smile: "Don't you like her so much?"

Lin Zhizhi only felt a sudden pain in his hand, and Han Qingwen grabbed his left arm with his bare hands, and it took a lot of effort.

"I'm sorry." Han Qingwen quickly let go of his hand after realizing his actions, and then muffled: "I don't like anyone." How could he not know when he liked Zhu Qiao so much?

Lin Zhizhi let out a meaningful "Oh", the long-drawn-out tone was like the end of some musical instrument, Han Qingwen didn't like this, maybe he didn't like anything suddenly, a strange, angry and bored emotion entrenched in the In his mind, Han Qingwen sat down aside after finishing the ointment, without saying a word.

Lin Zhizhi was curious, "Don't you need to participate in the competition?"

Han Qingwen replied, "The competition is over."

"you lose?!!"

"Ah."

Lin Zhizhi asked in surprise, "Why did you lose?" Besides, Han Qingwen didn't have the slightest wound on his body, so he didn't look like he would lose.

Han Qingwen wouldn't tell Lin Zhizhi, but after seeing him go out injured, he didn't hold back, and rushed over after admitting defeat, what did he say?

Han Qingwen was a little worried and said: "There is no reason, if you lose, you lose."

Shouldn't the protagonist always be standing on the victory seat and smiling gracefully?Even sitting on the bench?Lin Zhizhi once again felt a little worried about the plot.

Lin Zhizhi asked again: "Then, which elder do you want to be chosen as a disciple?"

Han Qingwen blurted out, "It doesn't matter if it's the peak owner."

Lin Zhizhi actually wanted to ask why the peak master couldn't do it, but before he could ask, he was informed by the voice first.The notification voice was extremely thin, but not like a female voice, it was a bit harsh.

Zhu Qiao was elected to Lin Zecheng's gate (very unexpectedly), Zhen Zihua actually joined the Medicine Doctor Peak, and Lin Zhizhi and Han Qingwen...

Coincidentally, both of them were selected into the sect of Qingfeng Fengfeng.

How could there be such a coincidence?

It stands to reason: It is also possible that the peak master will either choose the best disciple on the winner's side, or he will not train disciples, but why did he choose them two?Because Han Qingwen is the peak master's son?And Lin Zhizhi is the elder's son?

Come on, who doesn't know that the peak owner is indifferent and indifferent, Han Qingwen did enter the peak as his heir, but he didn't even change his surname, and there was no celebration announcement-it's obvious that he is not taken seriously. Why was it brought under his command?

Lin Zhizhi could see that Han Qingwen's face had turned gray visibly, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, but after hearing that Lin Zhizhi was in the same school as him, his face softened a little.

Lin Zhizhi had known for a long time that Han Qingwen would be taken away by the peak master, and he was not surprised at all.But he didn't expect that he was also in this team, and he was still the loser...

Without time to think too much, Lin Zhizhi only noticed that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and the whole world seemed to collapse into a group, and then reassembled, and finally turned into a lonely mountain, and he stood there above.

There is also Han Qingwen, and Lin Mingfeng.

Lin Mingfeng was still as cold and distant as ever, with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering, he looked at the two of them with clear and calm eyes.

Two books floated along the breeze and passed them over. Lin Zhizhi took a look and saw that there were a few large characters written on them: Qingfeng Swordsmanship.

"The book has its own mysteries, and only those who sink their hearts into it can gain something."

"The two of you are right here, meditate and learn from each other, and you are not allowed to leave this peak for ten years, understand?"

Lin Zhizhi and Han Qingwen both said loudly: "Understood!"

Lin Mingfeng then stopped talking and flew away.Only two people were left looking at each other.

The cold wind began to blow by, letting out wanton mocking laughter.

☆, ten years

Ten is just a simple word.

It can be endowed with religious devotion, numerical perfection, or the slow-moving rings of time.

Ten years is really not short, but it can be passed like a short afterimage left after riding a horse and whipping a whip.

It has been ten years since Lin Zhizhi and Han Qingwen were trapped on this nameless mountain.

Although it can be said that occupying the mountain is king, the experience of two people being king is too miserable.

When Lin Mingfeng put him here, Lin Zhizhi realized that he didn't have any memory of this episode -- that is to say, this episode never happened.But in this world, it already exists reasonably.

In other words.It is no longer possible to use the plot to measure everything that will happen.This world and the world in the book have developed a lot of obvious different directions outside the overlapping area. According to the script, there is no way to find the exact same path-Lin Zhizhi doesn't know whether this is good or bad, so he can only Just make do with it, with Han Qingwen.

Apart from that person who spent more than ten years with Lin Zhizhi, Han Qingwen might be the only one -- although he was not very willing.

In an unfamiliar and desolate environment, learn swordsmanship, learn from each other, hunt together and find tree holes to sleep together... Lin Zhizhi's life has reached a high degree of synchronization with another person for the first time.

I thought that this period of time would be difficult to pass, but it turned out to be beyond Lin Zhizhi's expectation-Lin Zhizhi is not a chatterbox, and neither is Han Qingwen, so in the past ten years, the two talked very little. But because of this, it is unusually harmonious.

During this period, Han Qingwen has grown a lot, and he is as tall and handsome as described in the novel.However, unlike in the novel, Han Qingwen did not grow up as flamboyantly as he should, but became more and more reticent as he grew older.A pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are like snow piled up and frozen by frost all year round, and they will not be easily raised; and the clear and distinct facial contours make the originally unhappy face sharper.Generally speaking, it is a look that is easy to attract people when going out.

But Han Qingwen didn't care, and Lin Zhizhi knew he didn't care.It's just that as soon as the ten-year period is over, they will be able to go out--this is the only good thing.

The two stood on the top of the mountain, and Lin Zhizhi asked Han Qingwen, "Are you looking forward to it?" Are you looking forward to returning to the world of people?

Han Qingwen shook his head and nodded again.

"I want to see my mother."

Lin Zhizhi was surprised. Indeed, Han Qingwen seldom mentioned his relatives, and he knew very little about them.

Lin Zhizhi laughed and said, "I don't know if Qingwen still remembers when we were in the disciple's bedroom?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhizhi replied: "At that time, you had a nightmare. You pulled my sleeve and called me mother, and then you tore my sleeve."

Han Qingwen blushed upon hearing Lin Zhizhi's words, bit her lower lip tightly, and said, "I didn't!"

"you have."

"I definitely didn't!"

"You just have."

"You're talking nonsense."

Lin Zhizhi saw that it was almost time for teasing, and it was getting late, so he should be able to leave.They have already cleaned up the cave where they used to live, and also groomed themselves by the water surface, but they don't know what it looks like outside.

The hour has come.

An airtight transparent barrier extending from the foot of the mountain began to disintegrate gradually, just like a pearl shed its hidden shell, revealing a cherished appearance--the mountains near and far also revealed their original appearance.

Lin Zhizhi knew that he could finally go out!

Armed with swords, the two flew straight to the main mountain of Qingfeng Peak to find Lin Mingfeng.

Lin Mingfeng lived in a small attic at the highest point of the main peak, and he couldn't get in from the outside. Both of them stopped in the attic.There is an enchantment.

Lin Zhizhi said in a loud voice, "My disciples come to pay their respects."

After a while, Lin Mingfeng came out from the attic, looking elegant and simple, like a fairy.

Lin Mingfeng said: "Take it."

Immediately Lin Mingfeng took out two things from his sleeves and handed them to the two.Lin Zhizhi got a small and exquisite bracelet, used his spiritual power to drive it, and found that it turned out to be a large space inside - it was a space bracelet.And Han Qingwen was still awkward when he saw Lin Mingfeng, but Lin Zhizhi said unwillingly, "Thank you, head."

However, Lin Mingfeng frowned slightly, and said: "You don't need to thank me." Then two more books flew in front of the two of them, and another Qingfeng Swordsmanship—but it was thinner than last time.

"Cultivate with sincerity." After Lin Mingfeng finished speaking, he turned and went in again, without looking at the two of them again.

Lin Zhizhi put away his things and asked, "I'm going to find Yuan Ying and the others, do you want to go together?"

Han Qingwen shook his head, his firm eyes seemed to imply that he had other things to do, Lin Zhizhi didn't force it, he was just used to letting the other party know everything.

At this point, the two soldiers split into two groups and disappeared on the mountain like a meteor.

Lin Zhizhi first went to Elder Lin Zecheng. At this time, he was teaching several disciples the fourth style of Qingfeng swordsmanship - Luoyue style.Lin Zhizhi had to wait boredly for a long time before they finished their discussion.However, it was not Lin Zecheng who saw Lin Zhizhi first, but Zhu Qiao.

Zhu Qiao's slender figure is especially beautiful when she moves her sword, and several male disciples beside her, Wuyi, secretly glanced at her.

However, Zhu Qiao saw Lin Zhizhi as soon as she turned her head, and quickly flew over.

"Brother Zhizhi, Qing Wen has also come out???" Zhu Qiao's face flushed red, and her excitement was beyond words.

Lin Zhizhi nodded, and said: "Come out, but just have to wait for a while, he has private matters to deal with."

Zhu Qiao's complexion suddenly changed: Is there any private matter that I can't tell her, but Lin Zhizhi should know it?

Zhu Qiao's hands in the sleeves were clenched into fists, her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh, but there was still a gentle smile on her face, Lin Zhizhi didn't notice it - Lin Zecheng caught a glimpse of him.

Lin Zhizhi cupped his hands and said, "Father."

Lin Zecheng turned his face, as if he was definitely not the one who was talking and laughing with the students just now.

"Why did you come out?" Lin Zecheng raised his head and glanced out of the window, but there was nothing there.In fact, he was just not used to it, Lin Zhizhi had grown so big in a blink of an eye.

"Father, I don't know where Yuanying and the others are now?"

Lin Zecheng snorted, and said, "They're very good! They've been locked up for fighting with others... It's been about three or four years."

"Fight?" Lin Zhizhi asked, "With whom?"

"I only know that the surname is Zhen--" Lin Zecheng was suddenly unhappy, "Why did you ask me when they were fighting?"

Did he come here just to ask him about things?Simply, what is the system? ! !

Lin Zhizhi was overwhelmed by the sudden anger, and said: "Yes, yes, Zhizhi, find someone to ask."

In fact, there is no need to ask, the person surnamed Zhen, who fought with them, who else could there be besides Zhen Zihuai?Originally, Lin Zhizhi planned to come out for a gathering, but it seems that this plan is going to fail.

After going out, Lin Zhizhi was too idle, so he still flew to the top of the lonely peak, stood still, and began to practice his sword.

The tide rises, the sea clears, the sun rises, the moon sets, concentrates, and enters samadhi—among the complex and changing moves, it seems that there are gods dancing with their thin wings, mixing wind, water, flowers, and trees, and then naturalizing them. For all things nature.

When Lin Zhizhi finished using a complete set of sword skills, Han Qingwen was standing beside the peak, silently, for an unknown how long.

Lin Zhizhi asked, "Why are you here?"

Han Qingwen didn't answer, but walked straight to him, and gently brushed away the hair that was blown on his forehead by the wind, and put it behind his ears.

Lin Zhizhi was speechless, he was not a child, and he didn't need to take care of him so meticulously, so he slapped his hand away.

Lin Zhizhi said: "Don't touch your hands! By the way, Zhu Qiao is looking for you."

Han Qingwen hummed, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

Lin Zhizhi: "What's wrong?"

"I want to eat the rabbit you made last time."

Han Qingwen has really changed, even the request is taken for granted.

Lin Zhizhi was surprised and said, "Are you serious?"

Han Qingwen nodded solemnly.

"You dream."

☆, life and death

The flames "cracked" under the silent contribution of the firewood.

The two gathered around the fire, Lin Zhizhi was concentrating on roasting the rabbit, while Han Qingwen was staring at him intently, as if Lin Zhizhi was the coveted rabbit.

"Okay." Lin Zhizhi handed the roasted rabbit to Han Qingwen, and sprinkled it with hot sauce.

Lin Zhizhi asked in puzzlement, "Do you really like it?"

Han Qingwen nodded, but Lin Zhizhi didn't believe it at all.

Lin Zhizhi suddenly became interested and asked, "Before you came here, did you often eat spicy food?"

Han Qingwen paused for a moment, then nodded again.

In fact, it's not often, it's just that the things that are begged from other people's bowls are naturally various and complicated.Either eat them all, or starve to death on the street -- Han Qingwen didn't want to die, so he worked hard to survive.

Lin Zhizhi pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. After all, everyone could see that Han Qingwen's answer was perfunctory.

The two were so quiet, sitting around the fire, sitting on the ground, one was eating meat, and the other was in a daze.

Lin Zhizhi is actually very good at being in a daze, as long as he is given free time, he can escape to a gray blank area and let his mind empty, as if he is the only one left among all things.

Han Qingwen didn't like Lin Zhizhi who was in a daze, because no matter how close he was like that, he was always far away.

Han Qingwen stepped forward to cover Lin Zhizhi's eyes, trying to cover the two holes in the night, but Lin Zhizhi was dazed by the sudden darkness, his eyelashes swept the palm of his hand, and then snapped away to make trouble hands.

And not far away, a figure opened his eyes wide, looking at the two of them full of indignation and anxiety.

Damn, it looks like the time has come.

…………

Han Qingwen never told anyone about his past.

The past is a very unbearable memory, and even now it makes people feel uncomfortable when they think about it, as if there are millions of lice crawling on the body and cannot get rid of it.

But, at least his past is not alone, he still has his mother.

That weak but extremely strong woman will protect him in her arms no matter how badly she is hit by the wind and rain, and will lead him along no matter how rough the road ahead is.

Closing his eyes, Han Qingwen seemed to be able to hear the ridicule in his ears:

Just that skinny and poor boy, you bitch really think of him as a treasure!Returning the son of a fairy is not worthy of carrying shoes for a fairy.

---Yeah, the difference between clouds and mud, why do we still move forward with slim hopes?

why?

A huge teardrop hit the edge of the bed, Han Qingwen knelt on the ground, quietly staring at the woman with a sallow complexion and cold hands and feet.

The woman who used to shield him from the wind and rain with her body was now lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, but she couldn't close them anymore.

The woman's sobbing kept ringing in Han Qingwen's ears, but it was the first time that he felt bored.

"do not Cry."

It was Lin Zhizhi's voice that stopped Zhu Qiao from sobbing intermittently.

After a few days of leisure, one day when the two of them practiced swords, Zhu Qiao flew up suddenly, and started to cry like rain without saying anything.

When several people flew to a small wooden house at the foot of Qingfeng Peak, they found that there was only a dying woman hiding inside.

After Han Qingwen entered the room, he didn't say a word, he just knelt on the ground, his solid and broad shoulders shrugged in a rare way, and he didn't move for a long time.

Lin Zhizhi also guessed the identity of this woman, but it's useless to say anything now.

After the person who had been talking to him tenderly two days ago had exhausted his last smile and comfort, he looked at his grown-up son and passed away.

"Qingwen," Zhu Qiao said hoarsely, "I just found this when I came in."

Zhu Qiao spread out her palms, rubbing a wrinkled square handkerchief inside, Lin Zhizhi took it over first, and saw two words---Qin Li embroidered on the square handkerchief.

Why did people from Yaoyi Peak come here?

! ! ! !

correct! !

According to the original plot development, at this time Lin Zhizhi should take Qin Li to kill Han Qingwen's mother.But since Lin Zhizhi didn't move, why did Qin Li still want to kill her?

Is there someone else instigating?

Lin Zhizhi handed the handkerchief to Han Qingwen suspiciously, and let the other party hold it tightly in his palm, with such force that he would tear everything apart.

After a while, Han Qingwen was silent, and took his mother into the space---this place was too filthy, so he didn't want to leave her here alone.

Han Qingwen got up, turned around and left with his sword quickly, Lin Zhizhi was too late to catch up.

"That handkerchief, was it there when you came?"

Zhu Qiao said: "Yes, it was put on the threshold."

"But how did you come here? You don't need to practice."

With a weeping face, Zhu Qiao said: "I want to give my wife a bowl of soup to nourish my stomach, who knows---" and started crying again before finishing speaking.

Lin Zhizhi looked at her for a while, as if Zhu Qiao had some five-element and eight-diagram formation on her body, delicate and meticulous.

In the end, Lin Zhizhi sighed and followed out without saying anything, hoping that Han Qingwen would not do anything stupid.

It was still too late, Han Qingwen's method was too fast.

When Lin Zhizhi arrived, Qin Li was already seriously injured in Yaoyifeng, lying in a pool of blood.The rest of the disciples from Yao Yifeng came to persuade them to fight, but they were all beaten away.

Lin Zhizhi shouted: "Han Qingwen, stop!!!"

Han Qingwen looked over with cold eyes.

"Kill for life."

With four words, a sword flew out, turning Qin Li, who was originally a snowman, into a helpless corpse, and blood beads stained the sword red.

It's over, it's over.

When Lin Mingfeng and the other elders rushed over angrily, Han Qingwen stood there with his back straight, and Lin Zhizhi stood on one side with a solemn face and did not speak.

There is no excuse and no excuse.

Fighting privately is already a serious crime, let alone taking human life as a life-and-death act.

I don't know when the plot deviated, and it got on the right track again.

Lin Zhizhi thought he could stop it to some extent, but Han Qingwen's movements were so fast that it was too late for people to react...

Unsurprisingly,