[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

It was probably slippery after the rain, and the two sides were barely fighting each other, so there was a rumbling sound louder than that of a catapult.

The canyon collapsed, the giant trees toppled by their roots, and a large amount of sand and sand poured downhill, flooding the road and burying all the slow runners.

There were screams for a while.

Han Qingyun stood at the end, and was dragged back by Mo Zhiqi, who had quick eyesight and quick hands. When the landslide stopped, he just retreated behind the mud wall, and half of his Taoist robe was fished out from the mud.

The rumbling sound gradually subsided, and the chasing Spikes and the narrow canyon were completely blocked, and the surrounding people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahaha...the snow dumpling has turned into a mud dumpling...hahaha." Mo Zhiqi laughed at him unceremoniously.

The tip of Han Qingyun's nose pointed at the wrist-thick roots raised by the giant tree, and he laughed inexplicably when he was still in shock. He turned around and was about to say something, but saw Wan Hua sitting on the fallen log with a pale face panting.

"What's wrong with you?" He held out his hand worriedly.

"I'm tired." Mo Zhiqi admitted generously, "I gave you the clear water, so of course I'd be tired after running and fighting, and I'm not a god."

Seeing him sweating and crying, Han Qingyun felt extremely sorry.

"But you're not much better." Mo Zhiqi rolled his eyes and mocked him again, moved his position and patted him.

The landslide broke the road, and the impassable canyon is the safest.Seeing the rest of the chivalrous men checking the road, they all began to take a rest, so Han Qingyun sat down and twisted the muddy water on the hem of his clothes.

There was nothing serious about Mo Zhiqi's slowing down for a while, and he rested his chin on the side with great interest: "You said we don't need to fight, isn't it boring before you become a fairy?"

Han Qingyun heard him mention it again, and shook his head with a wry smile: "There is no such thing as immortality."

"Huh? You don't cultivate immortality anymore?" Wan Hua stared blankly.

"Ah."

"Why didn't you fix it?"

"Why..." Han Qingyun was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The master master went to and from the rivers and lakes and endured hundreds of thousands of years of joys and sorrows before ascending the clouds and fog. These hundreds and thousands of years of misery are simply not something ordinary people can bear.And for an ordinary person like him, the little ability to reveal the list and earn rewards, which is a drop in the ocean, is actually too weak to be seen in the raging flames of war.

Not to mention a hundred years and a thousand years, one or two years is exhausting.

Han Qingyun stopped to look at him, looked into his eyes, and saw his muddy hands and bloody weapon.But the owner of the eyes tilted his head, expectantly, waiting for his answer, as if he was seeing him from before.

He suddenly felt that with someone to accompany him, even if his strength was not enough, he still had to move forward, no matter how far he could go, it was unknown.

"Because..." Han Qingyun looked at him and smiled slightly, "Because a hundred years of life seems to be good."

Mo Zhiqi nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "It's good not to cultivate immortality, you can marry a wife and have children if you don't cultivate immortality."

"……what?"

"I often heard people say along the way, after the war, go back to your hometown to get married."

"..."

"We don't fight, and you don't cultivate immortality, how boring. If you don't mind, I can marry you?"

"Oh? What are you doing with your sword? We agreed not to fight."

"Han Daoist...Han Qingyun...Han Qingyun, my legs are sore from running, I won't hit you! I decided not to hit you..."

Dawn broke in the sky, and the people who survived the catastrophe were busy looking for a new way to get on the road.The two were in a panic, but they chased each other on the chaotic footsteps of others, sweeping away the previous despair and desolation.Chen Hui pulled the old figures one by one deep into the loose soil after the rain.

The Western Regions were far away from Hedong Road, and later on the road to Longyou, the pursuit of Langya was obviously weak and scattered.

There was a shortage of doctors and medicines during the war, and the doctors who practiced scriptures were busy rushing to the next station.

Mozhiqi stayed in the flower room, wandering around with a smile, collecting the fruits that fell in autumn and winter, and picking the buds in spring. The atmosphere that was overwhelmed before was better now.He joked about Han Qingyun from time to time, and the reliable and steady Daoist Han was so angry that he chased him down with a sword.

There are too many times, even senior brother Chunyang will intervene to tell the younger brother not to be so fussy.Han Qingyun had no choice but to listen to his happy words with his left ear and his right ear.

Mo Zhiqi couldn't mess with him, so he began to seriously discuss with him, whether to seriously consider his proposal.

Han Qingyun pretended to be deaf for a long time.

Mo Zhiqi chased him to death and asked, Master Xiaodao, why are you blushing and why are you hiding from me?When Han Qingyun really drew his sword to greet him, he escaped faster than a rabbit.

The movement of the two old acquaintances is not too big, but it seems that a crack has been pried from the outside of the deeply buried and oppressive soil shell, and some small white flowers bloom in the blood-soaked mud. .For the peers, Wanhua, who had to follow them, gradually became indispensable.

Han Qingyun has been practicing swords for many years, and the moves he swung are calm and beautiful, and he is very sure in sporadic fights.In the words of the senior brother, such a stable state is unshakable and rare, and having such a senior brother can not be more at ease.

Compared with Daoist Han, Mo Zhiqixiu's Huajianyou has too weak a foundation, and occasionally it's amazingly powerful, other moves are sometimes ineffective, and other people's extremely destructive Wanhua sprinkling of green lotus is almost hidden by him.

Fortunately, he was very good at escaping his life. He was dressed in a black robe from the beginning to the end without being touched by the wolf's teeth.Most of the best-trained Bishui Taotian was thrown to Han Qingyun, and they were considered to be in sync with each other when they were partners.

While fighting while retreating to Wonju, it was the beginning of the second spring, and most of the scattered soldiers and refugees who escaped from the artillery fire were devastated to the point where they were neither human nor ghost.

Their team was lucky, and later encountered the military camp that was contacting supplies, and the overall casualties were not too many.The surviving people are more or less passionate, and they can still look forward to the next peaceful year.

Han Qingyun stood at the top of the city and said goodbye to his senior brother. There was a faint scar printed on his porcelain white neck, and the hem and sleeves of the frayed clothes were a few holes open, floating in the wind like broken mountains and rivers that could not be repaired.

Mo Zhiqi stood behind and waited for him, and when the senior brother was far away, he smiled at the lonely Taoist priest: "It's Zhide Yuanzai, it's more stable here. I'll pass by the reopened clothes shop later, why don't I change my clothes?" Right?" As he spoke, he found a small string of money from nowhere and put it in his hand.

Wanhua really raised her well without going out of the grain, she was in good spirits along the way, but her face was always as gray as when she was in the valley, and in winter she covered her head up while shouting about the cold.When he said this, facing the light, his face was as disturbing as a thin sheet of paper.

"No need." Han Qingyun pushed back to him, "It's true to find your senior brothers and ask them to prescribe medicine for you."

Mo Zhiqi shook his head, dragged him involuntarily, and forced him to change into a blue and white robe. The high collar happened to cover the scars on his neck, and he tsk-tsk around him: "It looks good, but it doesn't look like heavy snow. There's a group."

"What's so good about Xuetuanzi?" Han Qingyun didn't realize that there was something attractive about this plain and unmarked body, so he stretched out his arms and let him flatten the corners of his clothes, "You are afraid of the cold and often dislike the long distance. You are going to see this thing when you go to Huashan Mountain Half-Life."

Mo Zhiqi straightened his crown for him, looked away, and shook his head: "What are you going to Huashan for? Is it because of you?"

Han Qingyun twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at him and said, "Don't you really want to go and see Li Jing Wanhua?"

"You're overthinking, I don't see half of my sleeve missing." Mo Zhiqi replied lightly, and after thinking about it, he added, "Save more money."

Han Qingyun finally couldn't help laughing, and with a flick of his eyebrows, he swept away his gloom. Seeing Wan Hua's long hair hanging down and his sleeves folded, he looked around absent-mindedly, and asked, "What are your future plans?"

"What about you? Have you considered it?" Mo Zhiqi said smoothly.

"...you made fun of me again." Han Qingyun was helpless.

"I'm asking you..." Mo Zhiqi approached him, putting on a rare serious look, "Is that the way it will be in the future? Come and go in the rivers and lakes, and spend a hundred years in this life?"

"I don't know how long it will be before the chaos and suffering. Who knows what will happen in the future?" Han Qingyun sniffed the smell of medicine, his eyes moved slightly, from the red mole at the end of his eyes, he looked into his eyes, " What about you? Aren’t you going back to the valley?”

Mo Zhiqi laughed for a long time after hearing this, and then restrained himself when he was staring at him inexplicably, and said: "I won't return. I'm not one of those bastards who have lived for a hundred years. It's not bad if I can pass sixty. Break it There are less than 40 years left on the fingers, and in another ten years, the hair may be white, how can they be wasted in the valley?"

Han Qingyun didn't expect him to answer like this, and stood there watching him scratching his long hair with his fingers, and didn't speak for a long time.

"You go to Shuofang Army, I'll go too." Mo Zhiqi looked at him in a blink of an eye, his black eyes sparkling, "Maybe it will be all right next year, if you don't go to cultivate immortals, and you don't want to find another girl, you are willing to be with me." Are you married?"

Mo Zhiqi said loudly, without shame or in a loud voice, and the people around him turned to look at it.

"You..." Han Qingyun felt so embarrassed after hearing this, he raised his hand and lifted him out of the shop, and said, "Why are you so inappropriate when you speak?"

"Is there any sense?" Mo Zhiqi broke away from him, and continued to speak stubbornly, "If it doesn't work, how boring will I be alone?"

Han Qingyun's footsteps stopped, his throat was so dry that he couldn't say what he said in the past.

Looking back, Wan Hua went to the side of the road to ask someone for directions as if she had nothing to do. Her black and straight figure was reflected in the sunlight, and she spoke politely with her.

He always liked to tease him, Han Qingyun let out a long sigh.