【Ice Nine】Cage

In the lonely cave, there is a pool of clear water, bluestone walls, and many natural stone beds.

This place is cool and quiet, and it should be an excellent place for retreat and cultivation, but the messy marks cut by the sharp sword on the stone wall, and the blood splattered all over the ground, all show how painful the people here have gone through. catastrophe.

The peak master of Qiong Ding Peak slowly withdrew the palm that sent the spiritual breath, and helped the fallen man back to the stone bed. In the eyes of the usually gentle person, there was unquenchable anger, even ignoring that the bloody man on the stone bed was still insane, Then he stood by the side and suppressed his anger, and whispered: "I think you are crazy! Can you be in a hurry to practice? You can ignore a thousand words and ten thousand as a teacher, right? You are quite capable of making yourself go crazy!"

Yue Qingyuan regained consciousness a little, pulled the cracked corner of his mouth, and blood foamed from his mouth again, he said: "I'm sorry, Master..." The voice drifted into the room with a foul wind, and fell into a murmur that was almost choked.

The old peak master was furious, and raised his hand high, but seeing his apprentice's lifeless look, he finally couldn't bear it, and put his hand down with a suffocated breath: "You!" Feeling distressed and disappointed.

Yue Qingyuan felt the shattered spiritual power in his body, and panic and despair that he had never felt before came to his heart.He looked at the old peak master, the master he respected most, raised his hand and grabbed a corner of his clothes with great difficulty, as if grasping the last straw, and said shyly: "Master, help me, Please...he is still waiting for me, waiting for me to go back to pick him up...please..."

The old peak master resolutely pulled out the corner of his clothes, stared and said: "I can't help it as a teacher!"

"Master... Please..." Yue Qingyuan murmured tremblingly, his blood-stained eyes suddenly gushed out salty water, and lines appeared on his blood-stained face.Ridiculous, yet utterly pathetic.

Shen Qingqiu stood not far from the side, staring blankly at Yue Qingyuan's weak and pitiful pleading, at the end the old peak master gritted his teeth and tied Yue Qingyuan's life to Xuansu, and locked Yue Qingyuan up cruelly, ordering him to concentrate Self-cultivation and breath adjustment.

When the scene changed, after a while of darkness, what he raised his eyes to see was Yue Qingyuan who had finally returned to normal practice.He stood blankly in front of the dilapidated Qiu Mansion, his pale face was full of bewilderment and disbelief.

Shen Qingqiu also stood there blankly, shoulder to shoulder with him, neither the ease of knowing the truth, nor the emotion of the years of miss and misunderstanding between the two of them.

The truth of being silenced to death was tortuous and simple, but for some reason, he didn't have the mixed feelings in his imagination, but his heart was peaceful, and what repeatedly appeared in his mind was Yue Qingyuan's face covered with blood and tears.

Standing in the emptiness of his dream, he thought that Yue Qingyuan could cry too.

The scene changed again, but Yue Qingyuan was still covered in blood.

It's ridiculous to say that Yue Qingyuan is a good old man worthy of the name, but the most common thing in his life is to cover up the villain Shen Qingqiu to be lawless, and then inevitably make himself scarred and bruised.

Shen Qingqiu would sometimes think, this person Yue Qingyuan is really mentally ill, he is so stupid, knowing that it is thankless, but he still hits the knife over and over again.

Just like in the dream now, thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

Shen Qingqiu looked down at his battered corpse just like this, his heart was still strangely peaceful.

Yue Qingyuan lay in a pool of blood, was nailed to the ground by thousands of arrows, and Xuansu, which was broken into several sections, fell beside his face.From Shen Qingqiu's position, he could still see the miserable appearance of that person in the Lingxi Cave from that gloomy cold light.

The same panic, the same helplessness, is also because of Shen Qingqiu.

He was still holding a piece of the sword hilt tightly in his stiff hand, and tears probably rolled down his eyes before he died, so his face was as mottled as before.

Shen Qingqiu thought, the fear left in those eyes that refused to close was definitely not due to the piercing pain, or the lonely and cold death, he was probably just afraid that he would not be able to save someone again. A villain who doesn't know what is good or bad.

How simple, that's all.

Shen Qingqiu woke up with his eyes open, and saw Luo Binghe sitting by the bed guarding him.

He stroked Shen Qingqiu's forehead, and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

Shen Qingqiu shook his head and said, "It's fine."

A few days ago, when the servants who cleaned up the sundries in the palace passed by, Shen Qingqiu suddenly caught a glimpse of something familiar.

When he mentioned the rusty iron piece, he realized why it looked familiar to him.

——It turned out to be Xuan Su.

That day, Shen Qingqiu was staring at that piece of iron in a daze all afternoon. Many things flashed through his mind, but they were not very clear, which made him a mess. He didn't even know when his son peed his pants again. .

Luo Binghe managed to understand the whole story from him, and seeing that he was out of his wits, he proposed to use the remnant thoughts on Xuansu to fall asleep.

It's just that this way, I don't know whether it helped Shen Qingqiu solve his heart disease for many years, or let him fall into another whirlpool.

But Shen Qingqiu felt that he didn't have any special feelings, he was still the same as usual, eating, drinking, sleeping, and raising a son, it seemed no different, he himself firmly believed that.

It's just that Luo Binghe later touched his face and told him that shortly after he fell into a dream, his face was full of tears.This made Luo Binghe very concerned, because he didn't want Shen Qingqiu to distract any other man, even though that man was dead.

Hearing the words, Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a long time while clutching his heart, the place under his palm was throbbing wildly, only then did he suddenly realize that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

When Shen Qingqiu arrived at the place, he was sweating all over, and the feeling of his hair clinging to his neck was extremely uncomfortable.

He came on foot alone, and he couldn't explain the reason why he had to abandon his carriage and horses and come on foot for this not-so-short road.

When he saw that little earth bag, Shen Qingqiu thought, maybe it was because he was going to meet an old friend who made his heart extremely complicated now, so he was so solemn.

He obviously thought a lot on the way, but when the tombstone hit his eyes, he was suddenly speechless.

Such presumptuous sunshine is actually not at all uncomfortable and nostalgic for the past.

Shen Qingqiu didn't know how to face this desolate tomb, everything made him at a loss.

But what is rare for him is silence. It's not that he has nothing to say, but it's just that no matter how much he says to the bones in the mud, it won't help.

In the past, he blamed Yue Qingyuan, always thinking that it would be better for him to die in a cold place with bones than to reappear in front of him in good clothes.Now it is really a barren grave of bones, but the state of mind is much more unspeakable than before.

In fact, no one of them is better than the other.

Maybe it's better to die, it's over.Shen Qingqiu thought mockingly.

He followed the dream to know what happened back then, and he was dazed before he could react, like autumn water in a lake being blown by a gentle breeze, only to be aware of the waves, and then the damp water vapor hit him, filling his mouth with sourness.

Yue Qingyuan is really stupid.Shen Qingqiu cursed in his heart like this countless times.

He raised his head and saw the clear blue sky with his hazy vision, and the black birds gliding by occasionally, and felt that it would be good to sleep in such a quiet place, at least Yue Qingyuan must be satisfied.

Shen Qingqiu stayed here until night fell, but he just stood silently.

In the end, he walked away on the cool night dew. After a few steps, he still couldn't help but look back at the blue-gray stone tablet, and finally said something softly, and then left without looking back.

Such a light sentence was scattered in the night wind as soon as he uttered it. Only he himself knew what he said.

Under the stars, there were a few night crows calling from the branches, sending a belated farewell.

Under the desolation of this tomb between the sky and the ground, there is a flesh and blood body that was eaten away by tens of thousands of sharp arrows and turned into bones. Among them, the unwaited and too late for a lifetime, as well as the once-in-a-lifetime loyalty that cannot be repaid, are all classified as Regrets are forever buried in the cold soil.

Maybe after a few years of spring wind and autumn rain, the thin soil will pull out the mountains, and the bushes will be replaced by green rocks. No one will know about that old event, and there will be nowhere to find it.

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★Note: This is Qijiu Family Love to Friendship

★The head of Yue was buried by Mu Qingfang, ah...I love Mu Qingfang