[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Ye Gucheng studied the route. If it goes well, he should be able to reach the destination in two days. The situation along the way is much better than he thought.

Baiyun City doesn't have much influence in the Central Plains, and he doesn't investigate much about Wanmei Villa. This villa itself is not high-profile, and there are very few news and materials that have been circulated.

It's not that there are people coveting Wanmei Villa, but some time ago, the Western Demon Cult just cut off the longest claw, and all of a sudden, whether it was intentional or unintentional, several forces became silent.

The influence of the Western Demonic Sect is not limited to the Western Regions, and no one knows how many nails the legendary moody Jade Sect Master planted in the Central Plains.

So the situation was really smooth, at most, he met some robbers, Ye Gucheng solved it casually, now it was very close to Ten Years Villa, Ye Gucheng simply let the driver go back.

When he was sent back to Ximen Chuuxue, he would ride alone, and at most half the time it would take to come would be enough, Ye Gucheng thought as he added some dead branches to the bonfire burning in front of him to make the flames burn more vigorously .

Ximen Chuuxue sat on the ground with his knees hugged, orange flames reflected in his dark eyes, Ye Gucheng got up and put a piece of clothing on him.

"The night is cold and the dew is heavy, go back to the car." The tone was light but there was something that could not be refused.

Ximen Chuuxue looked back at him, her brows were furrowed, with a look of reluctance.

"what happened?"

Ximen Chuuxue hesitated for a moment, and then began to undress his own clothes. Several red rashes appeared on the exposed skin. In the middle of the rashes were needle-sized blisters, which were about to fester.

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment: "I'll go get the medicine."

Ximen Chuixue nodded.

Walking a lot in the mountains and forests, it is inevitable to encounter these poisonous insects. Ye Gucheng has internal strength to protect himself, so he is naturally not afraid, but Ximen Chuuxue is still young, and he has suffered a lot along the way.

Fortunately, Yun Shu's preparations were indeed complete. Ye Gucheng picked out a bottle of external application, wiped it away with his hands, and applied a little bit on Ximen Chuuxue's back.

Ye Gucheng's fingertips were cold, Ximen Chuuxue looked up at him, the dark colored glass reflected the young Junxiu's cold appearance, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

The ointment was cool and cool, and it took effect quickly. Ye Gucheng helped him put his clothes together, and the two of them lay down in the car together. Tonight is the [-]th month, and the silver light is bright and clean, and the night is extremely beautiful.

Ximen Chuuxue looked out the window for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

Ye Gucheng felt a hand lightly resting on his wrist, and the night passed, the two hands, one big and one small, were still close together.

The last few days of the journey have been sunny, autumn is already deep, and the dead leaves that fell on the road are piled up on the side of the road, and finally they are run over by the wheels.

Ye Gucheng got off the car, he looked into the depths of the dense forest, guessing that someone had been waiting for them for a long time.

Soon, more than a dozen burly men rushed over in neat steps, then bent down, bowed and said: "Welcome the young master back to the village!"

The sound was loud and loud, startling a forest of birds.

Ximen Chuuxue jumped out of the car, he quietly glanced at the people in front of him, and then nodded to Ye Gucheng.

It was a separation in an instant, but there will be a day when we will see each other again.

The outside of the villa is indeed full of flowers, lush and lush, but the more you go up, the colder the environment, the fewer flowers.

Looking at the familiar residence, but few of the servants inside were familiar faces, Ximen Chuuxue frowned, returned to his room without saying a word, and locked the door.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he fixed his eyes on the man sitting on the table: "It really is you."

Ten years later.

On the long official road with loess, a young man in plain clothes was pulling a flat cart and walking slowly on the road.

On the flat car, there was another young man in green clothes lying down, Lu Xiaofeng folded his hands behind his head, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, shaking along with the car.

This lazy look was really disgusting, Sikong Zhaixing who was pulling the cart in front endured and endured, stopped the cart, couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed his straw hat and threw it on Lu Xiaofeng.

"Get up!"

"Hey, what are you doing! Don't disturb me basking in the sun!"

"Damn chick! I'm working hard here, but you're lying comfortably, it's too much of an advantage!"

Lu Xiaofeng spat out the grass in his mouth and sat up from the car: "You lost the bet and agreed to be my coachman for a month."

Sikong Zhaixing glared at him angrily: "I am your coachman, not your horse!"

Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands: "I can't help it, I sold it."

Sikong Zhaixing slammed the car to the ground, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had been prepared for a long time, did a backflip and landed on the ground.

"Oh, what's the rush! Anyway, we're almost at Qingzhou City!"

"Qingzhou City? Hey, hey! Dead chick, how long has Qingzhou City been plagued by plague? You're still dragging me to that ghostly place!"

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "Being entrusted by others, I should be loyal."

"You're asking for trouble again."

"Don't say that! Oh, now you want to go back the same way, but you will have to walk for several days before you can see the people. In this case, why not accompany me to Qingzhou City."

"Hmph!" The young man wanted to say more, but he saw a snow-white horse galloping towards him from a distance. From his expert eyes, this horse must be a good horse from the Tianshan Mountains beyond the Great Wall. Its coat color is pure white and there is no blemish. At least it is the price raised by thousands of gold, and I feel a little itchy.

"Hey, we just happened to be short of a horse, and someone brought it up right now. I really saw the pillow just as I dozed off."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at him coldly: "If you want to die, don't drag me."

"Why, do you know him?"

"The most popular person in the arena these days, don't say you don't know!"

Far away, the person on the horse is also near.

Snow-white clothes, stern eyebrows, black long sword slanted behind him, behind him is the dazzling sunlight, among the long yellow sand, suddenly walking out of such a figure, it seems that the world has lost its color.

"Ximen Chuuxue!" Lu Xiaofeng took a few steps forward, stopping people and horses together, "Are you going to Qingzhou City too?"

The young man sitting high on the horseback nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his fingers: "Look, can you give us a ride?"

Ximen Chuuxue's gaze paused for a while on the dilapidated flat car, and then he refused without hesitation.

Lu Xiaofeng hadn't spoken yet, but Sikong Zaixing couldn't help but speak, he was really upset with Ximen Chuuxue in front of him, everyone was on their way, they were in such a mess, but this kid was calm and calm, as easy as going out for a spring break, Of course, the most important thing is that he saw that even a single boot on Ximen Chuuxue's body was worth the price of his outfit.

The so-called hatred of the rich has existed since ancient times, especially when his uncle Sikong is short of money.

"Hey, then who, stop for me!"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, but ignored him.

Lu Xiaofeng folded his arms with great interest and watched the excitement, he and Ximen Chuuxue met a few times by accident, they were barely acquaintances, so he knew some of this person's temperament, he was definitely someone I was used to.

Soft words can't move him, let alone rude words, but he is happy to see Sikong Zhaixing's jokes.

After a little acceleration and a few jumps, Sikong Zhaixing had already jumped in front of Ximen Chuuxue. His wrist pressed straight towards the horse's head, but before he touched it, a black scabbard swept over.

Sikong Zhaixing narrowly dodged it, and immediately raised his hand to pull Ximen Chuuxue's belt, unwilling to show weakness. He didn't care what he was doing, this kind of move that could achieve his goal and disgust Ximen Chuuxue, couldn't be better .

Ximen Chuuxue let out a cold snort, and clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly. The spiritual steed immediately raised its forelegs and raised its body. The young man in white leaned back, and with his wrists, he swung his long sword twice in the air. , After slamming Sikong Zhaixing away, Ximen Chuuxue raised his hand, and the black long sword was held in his hand again.

With the sound of horseshoes and the flying fine sand, the young swordsman had gone far away.

Lu Xiaofeng walked up to Sikong Zhaixing, who obviously fell hard, and spread his hands: "I have already reminded you before, who told you not to listen!"

Sikong Zhaixing spat out a blood-stained tooth with a bang, and wished he could catch up with Ximen Chuuxue and beat him up, but the reality told him cruelly that it would definitely not be Ximen Chuuxue who was beaten violently in the end .

"Damn chick, I'm going to Qingzhou City too. For this place, I, Sikong Zaixing, must find it!"

Guanglai Inn, Ximen Chuuxue got off his horse, entered the door, and he threw a silver coin on the counter.

After weighing the amount of money in his hand, the shopkeeper who was still frowning immediately led Ximen Chuixue up to the second floor with great hospitality.

"This is the best room we have, and it is guaranteed to satisfy the guest officer."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced casually and nodded slightly.

"The bed curtains are all replaced with new ones, and some hot water will be brought up."

"Ah?" The shopkeeper, who was still reluctant at first, saw another ingot of silver, and immediately lost his hesitation: "Good! I'll find someone to arrange it."

Ximen Chuuxue put the package on the table. The room was quite big, complete with tables and chairs. He opened the window and looked at the scattered people on the street, cold and depressed.

Mostly because of the plague this month.

Strange to say, the plague came in an inexplicable way, and thousands of people were infected overnight. Most of Qingzhou City, which was once extremely prosperous, either died or fled away.

And the most subtle thing is again, as long as you stay away from the range of Qingzhou City, even those who were originally infected with the disease will gradually recover.

But the closer it was to Qingzhou City, the more serious the illness would be. Even if it was cured, it would eventually recur.

Thinking about it this way, this is not quite like a plague, but rather like being poisoned, but even with the ability to poison all the people in a county.

Ximen Chuuxue also saw a few patients. First, he would have vomiting and diarrhea, and then a large herpes would appear on his body, festering continuously, and finally covering his whole body. Unless the whole body was replaced with blood, this person would never be saved.

It only takes seven days from infection to death.

Three days ago, he happened to see a mother and daughter who were seriously ill, covered in pustules and a rotten stench, which was disgusted by everyone. In the end, the mother and daughter could not bear it anymore and hanged themselves under the banyan tree outside the city.

And here he is.

The author has something to say: the sword god who has finally grown up or something