Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

The fire that spread from the imperial city, Zhou Xiang and Xie Chenjian entered the scene of the fire without hesitation.

There are burned buildings all around. This imperial city is really going to be burned down.

I don't know how many flame-stained corpses were killed along the way, Zhou Xiang shouted Zhao Buxiu's name, but the fire became more and more intense, and the house was burned down, making a "creaking" sound.

Zhou Xiang found a well, scooped water from it and poured it on Xie Chenjian.

"Are you ok?"

Xie Chenjian's wound was gradually healing. Panting for breath, he supported the mouth of the well and said to Zhou Xiang, "I'm almost healed."

They walked in, and a burning broken branch fell down. Xie Chenjian pulled a Zhou Bing and reminded: "Be careful."

"Thank you." Zhou Xiang clasped his fists like the Jianghu people.

Xie Chenjian coughed and said to him, "I take back what I said earlier that you didn't love Zhao Buxiu that much."

Zhou Xiang froze for a moment, then smiled, "I don't mind."

At this moment, a group of burning fire shadows rushed towards them, the speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Xie Chenjian led Zhou Bing to escape, and slashed at the fire with a long sword in his hand, he could hear a roar.Zhou Xiang also drew his sword, but his martial arts skills were not good, and as soon as he drew a sword, he was scalded by sparks from the monster's body.

He was in pain, and the sword almost fell to the ground, he squeezed it hard and swung it forward.Seeing that the fire was about to press towards him, a long spear pierced the burning monster from the side.Zhou Xiang felt a heat in front of his eyes, and then Zhao Zhifeng passed in front of him, and he stabbed the monster viciously, not caring that the flame burned to his robe.

It was Zhou Xiang who reacted, grabbed his arm, and pulled him away.Zhou Xiang took off his coat to put out the fire for him, and couldn't help shouting: "You don't want to die?"

Zhao Zhifeng looked at the burning monster on the ground, the body that gradually turned into ashes and could no longer move, he didn't say a word, a drop of tear fell, and he even cried.

Seeing him like this for the first time, Zhou Xiang looked at him in surprise.In the next second, Xie Chenjian jumped up and grabbed Zhao Zhifeng's collar. The swordsman gritted his teeth, showing fear for the first time, and asked, "Where's Zhao Buxiu?"

Zhou Xiang's back felt cold, he looked at Zhao Zhifeng, and could see Zhao Zhifeng's lips move slightly, with a sad expression on his face.He opened his mouth wide and coughed hard, not knowing how to breathe.

They heard Zhao Zhifeng say: "Xiao Pan is gone.

"How is this possible?" Zhou Xiang was furious, that kind of fierceness appeared on his face again, the sword in his hand slashed across the ground, surrounded by fire, and he was about to turn into this mass of red flames.

Xie Chenjian let go of Zhao Zhifeng, and he asked in a low voice, "Where is Zhao Buxiu?" Seeing that Zhao Zhifeng seemed to be in a daze, he hurriedly added, "He can still save us. Died while living the dead, but then lived."

Xie Chenjian clutched his wound, looked at Zhao Zhifeng, and murmured: "As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, we can't give up."

This area was almost destroyed by the fire, Zhao Zhifeng put Zhao Buxiu in the middle of the lake in the palace, it was a pavilion for nourishing the heart.

Xie Chenjian jumped over in a few steps, and came back with Zhao Buxi in his arms. He glanced at the fire and said to Zhao Zhifeng, "You take Zhou Xiang, and we go out along this river."

The Wannai River seemed to be the place where their acquaintance started. Xie Chenjian held Zhao Buxiu out of the overwhelming wildfire, and they stood by the river again.

It’s not winter, the ice is melting, and there are floating corpses with severed limbs in Hanoi, but the shadows of the dead corpses are gone.

"What should I do next?"

Zhou Xiang looked at Xie Chenjian, and then at Zhao Buxi in his arms.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhao Buxi, his fingers slid along the cold cheek, and he retracted his hand after just touching it.

"Please give Zhao Buxi this sword for me." Xie Chenjian handed his long sword to Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang was startled, and heard Xie Chenjian say: "When you were injured, Zhao Buxiu saved you with half his life, and then he became an ordinary person. Now that he is like this, I may be able to save him."

Zhao Zhifeng's expression was shocked, those people who had entered into his and Zhao Buxiu's life all loved Zhao Buxiu more than him.

Xie Chenjian didn't give them time to think at all, because the next second, he jumped into the Wannai River with Zhao Buxi in his arms.

The river was undulating, and he fell into the bottom of the river, took out the dagger at his waist, and cut his wrist.

After they jumped down, there was no movement.

Standing on the shore, Zhou Xiang gritted his teeth, enduring the soreness in his throat, and waited like this for a long, long time.

He suddenly turned around and punched Zhao Zhifeng.

Zhao Zhifeng didn't dodge, and let his fist hit his face.

Zhou Xiang pointed at Zhao Zhifeng, who couldn't speak in pain, and finally could only hold his head, squatted on the ground, broke down and cried.

"Zhao Pan is gone, my Zhao Pan is gone."

He is like a child who has lost something important, a heart that has lost its treasure, and a love that he has nothing to say.

Zhao Zhifeng stared closely at the river surface, the dark sky suddenly thundered, and a ray of purple light tore through the darkness.

Zhao Zhifeng raised his head, and the rain fell, and the next second, he heard Zhou Xiang's shout.

Through the majestic rain curtain, he saw two people slowly surfacing from the water.

They jumped into the water and fished out Zhao Buxiu and Xie Chenjian respectively.

Zhou Xiang probed Xie Chenjian's breath with his hand, then looked at Zhao Zhifeng, he heard Zhao Zhifeng say: "I'm breathing."

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his face fiercely, and said with a smile and tears, "He's still alive."

Zhao Buxi woke up from a coma, he opened his mouth, his lips were wet by the rain, he saw a thick fog in a trance, and then the fog dissipated.

He heard Zhou Xiang's voice, very noisy.

Seeing Zhao Zhifeng again, his brother hugged him, forbearance and restraint, he said: "Xiao Pan, go home, we will never be separated again."

He looked around in a daze, and finally saw Xie Chenjian holding his hand tightly.

The rain fell for three days and three nights, extinguishing the fire in the imperial city and washing away everything brought about by the epidemic over the past few years.

The most tenacious vitality in this world is human beings. After going through many hardships, as long as there is still a breath, they will be rekindled in the spring breeze like weeds.

They waited for three days in the cave by the river bank. After the rain stopped, they heard an uproar outside.

Zhou Xiang walked out and saw Lin Qiyu leading a small team towards them.

He looked back at Zhao Buxi, and said with a smile: "Now there is a boat to go back."

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