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There was a gust of wind on the hill, Wen Shugeng looked at the opposite side, and suddenly remembered what his master said to him in the past.

At that time, he had just recalled Citrus Zhishi not long ago.That child is really vicious, often causing trouble and making people disgusted.But Wen Shugeng couldn't hate him. From the very beginning, Wen Shugeng liked him when he saw him under the tree.

The little child, with stubborn and clear eyes, made no secret of his dependence on him, which made Wen Shugeng feel great joy when he was young.

But Zhishi is indeed an unlikable child, he has a hard time trusting others, and is always on guard so much that his fellow apprentices think he is heartless.

The master once asked him: "If this child becomes inhuman in the future and starts killing people, what should you do?"

Wen Shugeng, who was in his teens, just retorted casually: "Yushi is just insecure, he has no malicious intentions, so don't worry."

But the master was very persistent, and still asked: "What if his temperament changes drastically?"

At that time Wen Shugeng hesitated for a while, and said: "I am his master, if there is such a day, I will clean up the house."

He thinks he is high-spirited and upright, although his heart hurts, he feels that he should be so.

But the master glanced at him, and said with pitying eyes: "Xiao Yuan, you still don't understand the way of being a teacher."

Wen Shu looked at him puzzled.

"One day, I saw that the courtyard was bare and the scene was bleak. So I asked the mountain god for a seed, and I picked the most luscious mountain spring to water it every day."

"I am afraid of being scorched by the sun, and I am afraid of being destroyed by the wind and rain. I am ignorant and worry about labor during the day."

With a slight smile, he asked Wen Shugeng: "And one day, I will overcome countless days and nights of worry and fatigue, and see it's luxuriant foliage, graceful and graceful, what will I do?"

Wen Shugeng responded softly: "I'm ecstatic."

Master asked again: "What if the cobwebs are densely packed and the trunk is withered?"

Wen Shugeng frowned inadvertently, and said in silence for a while, "I'm anxious all day long, depressed and unhappy."

"Then," the master's expression has become compassionate, "can you still cut down cruelly?"

Wen Shugeng pursed his lips for a long time, and finally knelt on the ground suddenly, his knees hit the cold ground, he buried his head deeply, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I can't do it."

Fallen leaves can be heard all around.

Master sighed, so softly that Wen Shugeng could hardly hear it.He said: "Xiaoyuan. As a teacher, every step is difficult."

Wen Shugeng asked in confusion: "But what should we do? Human beings are complicated, and they will inevitably be affected, and will be completely changed due to uncontrollable changes."

The compassionate old man put his hand on top of his head and just said: "This is the only tree in the garden."

"Then what should I do? After years of hard work, it turned into a dead tree." Wen Shugeng raised his head and fell into the mist.

That day, Master finally did not tell him what to do.

And he missed five years.The 15-year-old child at that time has grown into what he is today.For the most important five years, he was not by his side.

Aoyama bones.This mountain is full of evidence of Gu Zhishi's absurd behavior.Master's words came true, almost like a joke.

But he was in pain, so distressed that he was about to die.

His citrus aurantium, his tough and fragile citrus aurantium, what kind of mood is he looking for him?

Between the ashes of the heart and the resurgence of the ashes, there are intense sorrows and joys.

He must have seen the moon on the surface of the water countless times and touched it happily, but it was only in vain, seeing the reflection shattered helplessly.

Never being able to touch it is the most merciless curse in this world.

And his Citrus aurantium survived five years under such a curse.

Wen Shugeng seemed to have a long saw in his heart, pulling it back and forth, blood dripping from it.

The tree stopped blooming, and the tree rotted from the middle. Don't blame the tree, it's all his fault.It was he who soaked the roots in the black water.

"Mr. Wen, it's late at night, you can go back and rest." A soft voice came from behind.

Fang Jing lifted the lantern and stood respectfully behind him.

Wen Shugeng was a little dazed, and said after a while, "Okay." He stood up, walked a few steps unsteadily, and said, "Could you please bring a few disciples to dig out all the urns tomorrow? I want to send them back to their hometown."

Fang Jing replied: "Yes. Don't worry."

Looking down from the hill here, one can see that the bottom of the mountain is like sparks pouring down, raging fire, burning all over the mountains and plains.

"This is?" Wen Shu Gengchi asked.

Fang Jingdao: "Li Hongge led his troops up the mountain, intending to sneak attack on my sect, but my sect was already prepared."

He was extremely daring, he put Gu Zhishi's order behind him, and even added embellishment: "Young Master Wen, don't worry. Although only the leader will fight alone, it is expected that his martial arts are world-class, and he will surely survive."

Wen Shugeng staggered when he heard the words, and held on to the tree in a trance to stand still.

Fang Jing was full of complaints, feeling extremely aggrieved, what was the blood on the palm of his hand?The people in Zhengjia Village all came here voluntarily after receiving a large sum of money from Tunyun Sect.Although he died unexpectedly, it was not the fault of the leader.

He wanted to say a few more words, and looked at Wen Shugeng, only to find that the person whose face was as pale as paper just now had disappeared.

As the wind whistled, Fang Jing raised his head, only to see that the branches were shaking, and the man had already gone on the wind.

Much faster than he imagined.

......

The wild grass was burned so painfully that it writhed ferociously in the flames, and was finally rescued. When it got wet suddenly, the leaves drooped and a stream of liquid flowed out.

Shockingly, the grass turned even redder when the fire went out.The blood formed a small pool in the grass, and countless arrows were reflected in the reflection, whizzing through the air.

The sound of the cold iron colliding with the arrow immediately rang out, harassing the ears and making people very irritable.

Occasional faint sounds of tearing are hidden in the wind.The iron arrow sank into the shoulder, bringing out dripping blood.That firm shoulder seemed to be painless.

The man was covered in wounds, his clothes were stained red with blood, and the profile of his face was reflected extremely deeply in the field of fire.

He came alone, extremely arrogant, and was scorned all the time, but until now he still stands still, standing on...the pile of corpses.

The fire was burning monstrously, and the smell of blood was disgusting. This scene was so ugly.Li Hongge raised his head slightly and looked towards the sky.The sea of ​​fire on the ground is dirty and smelly, while the sky is full of bright moonlight.

This night is fifteen again.Jietianlou should have a view of the moon.

Li Hongge clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, feeling a little chill in his heart.His elder brother grew up in glory to be invincible, upright and selfless.

Like the bright and clear light above the head, it lasts for a long time.

And he is so much like this fire, even if it burns all over the country, it is still no match for a shower.

But so what?As long as there is this clear moonlight, he will not be afraid of dark clouds and storms.

He smiled at the man, as if he was still as handsome as when he first met: "Brother Gu."

Gu Zhishi glanced at him coldly, there was a stream of blood slowly dripping from the sword in his right hand.

Li Hongge approached step by step, with a leisurely attitude, and a smile was always on the corner of his mouth.

The fire was crackling, and the fragrance of dead grass and twigs was faintly mixed with the smell of blood.

The atmosphere was even a little quieter.

In this battlefield, only the two of them were left.

Li Hongge said with pity: "One is worth a hundred, you really are a hero." He frowned regretfully, "But how can you use this broken body to fight against me?"

He was stunned: "Could it be that the leader of the Swallowing Cloud Sect also broke his promise and called your congregation to rescue you?"

Li Hongge sneered, and felt that the person in front of him was extremely stupid.The reinforcements he borrowed from Mr. Qin will soon arrive here, no matter how stubborn this man is, it will be useless.

Gu Zhishi raised her eyes, without saying a word, she just raised her sword and pointed it at Li Hongge.

Li Hongge saw that his clothes were almost soaked in blood, his body had numerous wounds, and his eyes were bloodshot, it was clear that he was at the end of his battle.

In the end, the corners of his mouth were still curled up, Li Hongge bowed slightly, and said, "Then, please give me your advice."

The two figures flew up at the same time, and the two swords collided into one place with a "crack", and the two had fought for countless rounds in half a cup of tea.

With the blade of the sword in front of him, resisting the attack, Li Hongge smiled, injected his inner strength, and violently sent Gu Zhishi flying.

Gu Zhishi rolled around on the ground in embarrassment before barely half-kneeling, panting violently, sweat dripping from the corners of her forehead.

Li Hongge said it well.He was indeed at the end of his strength, after killing so many people, he was already exhausted.

The side of the neck felt cold, a sword pressed against the flesh, Gu Zhishi's breath was stagnant, and he heard Li Hongge's voice: "Where is the formation?"

Despite being cut open, Gu Zhishi managed to escape from the shackles, slashed at the top of Li Hongge's head with a sword, and said coldly, "No comment."

Li Hongge moved suddenly, dodged his attack, put away his smile, and said expressionlessly: "Then you just wait to die!"

Li Hongge's swordsmanship was created by Tang Yuan, and it was recorded in the first half of Yarizhuang's book.Back then, Tang Yuan was able to split the barrier with a single sword, but how could his swordsmanship have earned his reputation?

Even though Li Hongge is not a cultivator and has no spiritual power, he can use one-tenth of Tang Yuan's sword energy, which is already fatal.

Gu Zhishi's battle was really hard.

Li Hongge's moves were fierce and extremely tricky, but Gu Zhi was forced to retreat step by step under his body covered in bruises.

But he couldn't retreat.Retired, how to take revenge?

Li Hongge pierced his back with a sword, and then pulled it out fiercely, blood spattered out.

In this world, the fire started a prairie fire, and Gu Zhishi was dizzy. In the fumigated mist, he suddenly found a little white trace in the dim light of the fire.

master.He muttered silently in his scarred heart.

Gu Zhishi stretched out her hand, gently wanting to touch that illusory figure.

pain!

A sword pierced into his palm and stirred repeatedly, making the place bloody and bloody, ruthlessly blocking his movements.

Li Hongge had an elegant face, but his subordinates kept moving, and asked pitifully, "You were distracted during the battle. Are you thinking about your master?"

He sneered, and said disgustedly: "Master and apprentice chaos/lun, you are an interesting person. Isn't it disgusting? They are all men."

Gu Zhishi clenched his teeth, wanting to tear this person into pieces, but he was in so much pain that he was sweating, almost unable to hold on, as if he was going to collapse in the next moment.

Li Hongge saw that the winning ticket was in his hands, so he was not in a hurry to kill him, all he had to do was to pry out the location of the formation from his mouth.

He slowly pulled back the sword from the bloody palm, and said, "Brother Wen is such an outstanding person, tsk. I don't know how grand it will be if he is thrown into the brothel in Goulan?"

He mercilessly broke down Gu Zhishi's psychological defense, and said the most dirty and shameless words in an understatement.

"Ah," he said joyfully, "the master and the apprentice can get away together, maybe it would be more peaceful for someone else?"

Li Hongge smiled, stared at Gu Zhishi with extreme disgust, and said each word clearly: "I want to catch him, it's easy. Look, is the formation that is more important, or your master?"

Pulling out the tip of the last sword, Li Hongge smiled more and more happily: "I'm afraid the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion will make people more intoxicated, and I'm afraid that Brother Wen will forget you if he feels like a fish in water."

A drop of blood trembled on the tip of the sword, and was about to fall, but was wiped off again.

Li Hongge was taken aback.

Gu Zhi used his broken hand, the bleeding hand, to hold the sword tightly.

His eyes were red, and he stared at Li Hongge: "You are not allowed to mention him."

Li Hongge seemed to have heard some big joke, but he couldn't laugh out loud, the specially made sword made a crisp sound and snapped in two.

Li Hongge suddenly became on guard, never expecting that Gu Zhishi would still have strength until now.

That person, who was clearly on the verge of collapse, roared angrily: "You don't deserve to mention him!"

The voice was extremely violent, like a thunderclap.

Li Hongge's eyes darkened, and he was about to wrestle with him, but Gu Zhishi slapped him fiercely like a king of Hades, dripping with blood.

Li Hongge was caught off guard by the shock and fell heavily to the ground. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was about to sit up when Gu Zhishi who rushed over quickly pushed him back to the ground.

"You..." He just made a sound, but screamed out in pain.

On the chest, the two cut-off swords were inserted, his own sword.

Li Hongge never imagined that he would die like this, at the hands of a person who should have been easily taken down by him.

His eyes rolled, looking at Gu Zhishi above.

The man's face was splattered with his blood, hot and foul, dripping back onto his own skin.

Gu Zhishi's lips were chapped and rough, and she made an extremely hoarse voice: "You made him lose his hometown."

"You let the person I love so much lose his home, I really want to cut you into pieces."

He looked pained, and thought of Wen Shugeng looking at Deng Yunfeng's back, almost breaking his heart.

The corners of Li Hongge's mouth opened slightly, and before he died, listening to these words became comforting.

Gu Zhishi was not as good as he wanted.He raised his hand and slowly wiped the blood on his face, his eyes were cold: "But you are dirty. I don't want to touch you again, your blood will stain my way home."

In the shining fire, his voice became gentle: "I will become clean and be forgiven by him."

He glanced at Li Hongge, pushed the sword deeper into his chest with the tip of his toe, and said, "Your existence is a stain on him. From then on, there is nothing that can stop me from going to his side."

Li Hongge's face was distorted. When he was about to return to heaven and earth, he pitifully did not understand the emotions in the world.He opened his eyes, and the cool wind blew through his eyeballs, and he died without resting his eyes.

Gu Zhishi propped up the sword, her eyes were already blurred.He staggered out of this area and walked to the edge of the cliff.

There is a magnolia tree here.

He had seen it before the battle.

The moonlight is hazy, but the flowers and branches are distinct, and the blossoming flowers are just about to bloom, which is thrillingly beautiful in the night mist.

With blood-stained hands, Gu Zhi took off the tallest branch, and gently held it against her chest.

I would like to give this flower to my wife, and I hope that he will be free from worries every year.

Gu Zhishi smiled, and a large stream of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.His tall figure crashed down.

In the haze, the man was still wearing a plain shirt, standing under the magnolia tree, and said with a smile, "Gu Yi, I want to draw many, many portraits of you, so that the wind and the leaves can know that I like you very much."

It's a pity that Gu Zhishi can't see it anymore.

The author has something to say: No BE! ! !The number of words exploded, so it is divided into two chapters.