【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

"woke up?"

"...Yo, come down to accompany me so soon?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint this young master. King Yan Luo hasn't wanted us to disturb the cleanliness of his old man yet."

"You got it...how is he?"

"As I said, it works very well there."

"...Jin Guangyao."

"Ah."

"Your uncle."

——The greatness of time is beyond my imagination. It can compose the most touching ending, and it can also drive people crazy.

Xiao Xingchen put Shuanghua back into the scabbard, sighed, turned around and cheered up, and smiled at the shopkeeper who thanked him again and again: "It's not worth mentioning, the shopkeeper will take care of the shop earlier." When Song Lan didn't say a word, the expression of the black-clothed Taoist almost had the words "hate iron but not steel" written on his face.

The little hooligan who smashed the stall was bound by two-finger-thick hemp rope pliers, like an over-marinated pickled melon, with his head drooping and silently let two monks escort him back to the local fairy mansion.

Song Lan also sighed non-existent air, and gestured a few times with both hands in the air:

[What number is this? 】

Xiao Xingchen was silent for a while, wrapped Shuanghua in a sword sheath, and put it on his back: "I must find him..."

Find him, ask what happened, and ask for an explanation.

【Since he has already left, why do you bother to find him again?Xue Yang acts cunningly, you are not afraid that he will...]

Lie to you again, lie to you, harm you.

Song Lan's movements were frozen in the air, and he lowered his eyes, consciously slipping his tongue.By now, it was already hard for him to reach out to take care of too much Xiao Xingchen's affairs. Although he didn't want to see his best friend drifting away in distress, but looking back, it wasn't the hurtful words that made Xiao Xingchen the most painful. alone?

He apologized and said what he wanted to say. He told Xiao Xingchen: You have worked so hard these years, I'm sorry, it's not your fault.However, he never applied medicine to the wound when Xiao Xingchen was injured. Now that time has passed, the belated apology may be able to slightly soothe Xiao Xingchen's wound, but the scar on his heart is still there. It can't be erased either.

Just like now, he can't decide whether it's right or wrong.

【Then what should you do if he is really buried in Wolongjia? 】

Xiao Xingchen shook Fuchen's hand suddenly, and almost blurted out: "No!" After he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that his tone was too excited, so he calmed down and repeated it gently, "The centipede , dead but not stiff. Especially... a person like him would never take his own life so easily, never."

Song Lan still wanted to make some gestures, but finally lowered Fang's hand that was about to be raised.

——You said that you don't want to have too much contact with the immortal family.If you are in trouble, you can draw your sword to help. When you encounter difficulties, you should be self-reliant.

Five days later, Lanling Flower Banquet.

Jin Guangyao held a grand banquet for the guests, and there was a mountain of nectar and delicacies. No invitations were required. All the children of the aristocratic families who came to the banquet would set up a seat to entertain the guests, to celebrate the completion of the 99 observation towers.

Xiao Xingchen shuttled through the chaotic flow of people exchanging greetings, avoiding the scrutiny of passing guests, walked up the magnificent white marble steps of Jinlin Terrace, looked up at the decorated entrance, his eyelashes trembled.

Aristocratic family.

Terrible.

"Master Xiao Xingchen." Jin Guangyao was greeting the guests when he caught a glimpse of a white figure out of the corner of his eye. He was overjoyed, lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped forward to meet him, "It's been three years since Baling left, and Daoist Xiao Xingchen Are you okay? Why didn’t Daoist Song come along?”

Xiao Xingchen thought for a while about Song Lan whose body was covered with tattoos all over his neck. He didn't know how to define whether he was safe or not, so he could only smile a little alienatedly, and bowed in return: "Today I will walk alone."

After Xiao Xingchen regained his spiritual power that day, he groped to pull out the skull nail stuck in the back of Song Lan's head, broke the restriction set by Xue Yang, and went to Ouyang's house with Yujian in the wind and snow that had died down. Almost fell from the dangling fairy sword, but returned to Jiang Jiachong without any danger.

But as soon as he crossed the Fulong hall, he saw a group of well-trained monks dressed in golden and strong clothes lined up, already appeasing the panic-stricken Baling people, as if they had come prepared.Jin Guangyao stood in the middle of the formation, with his hands behind his back, directing the organization work in an orderly manner, with the appearance of a celebrity who is not chaotic and unmoving, the cinnabar between his brows exudes a compelling arrogance that is rarely revealed.

How could the exquisite Lianfang Zun not know how many strokes of the phrase "make the best use of everything"?

——"Benevolence, where is Chengmei?"

"Back to the suzerain, there is about half a day before he goes ashore."

"Then it's time for me to pack up and go."

Yunmeng is the territory of the Jiang Clan, and Jiang Cheng could have patiently declined when Jin Guangyao first proposed to set up a watchtower in Yunmeng, which was the most benevolent of Jiang Cheng.The Lanling Jin Clan's power was not yet strong enough to cover the sky with one hand, Jin Guangyao was well-balanced, and after hitting a wall, he stopped going to Jiang Wanyin to block the young suzerain who was always carrying gunpowder in his stomach, but this was not the case. It doesn't mean he gave up his plan.

So Jin Guangyao's eyes turned to Baling, which is very close to Yunmeng.Although the Baling Ouyang family is not that kind of little-known small family, it is far less powerful than the Yunmengjiang family.And as long as there is a crack, Jin Guangyao can poke a poisoned needle in.

It is true that Jin Guangyao wants to help Xue Yang achieve his wish, and it is also true that he needs to use his hands to find a reason to set up a watchtower in Baling.At least when he hurried back to Baling and only saw Ouyang Xin of Wolongjia, who had even messed up the mess with the warm-hearted Jin family of Lanling, discussing the watchtower, the poor patriarch was left with nothing but It's time to listen.It was the first time that Xue Yang could get such a big deal by cleaning up the mess, which felt quite new.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan helped with the affairs and rescued the dying A-Qing; later, they got lucky and took out the corpse poison powder that Xue Yang had randomly stuffed in his outer robe to cure the poison on the person who was about to turn into a corpse. ; Then cooperate with the Jin family and Ouyang family to suppress the evil spirits.Although there were all kinds of strange and weird artifacts from the Lanling Jin Sect to help out, it took more than a month for the two monks to repair the prohibition seal of Wolongjia.

After the case of Crouching Dragon's violent crime was settled, Ouyang Xin came to find Xiao Xingchen.He suffered a lot from Jin Guangyao, and he couldn't hide his distress. He explained Aqing's request for help and his related matters, and wanted to ask Xiao Xingchen to clarify.But Xiao Xingchen was naturally as confused as he was.Seeing that the Taoist was also in such distress, Ouyang Xin only felt that it was ineffective to scream every day, and he was clearly stabbed by the Lanling Jin Sect from the dark, but he couldn't even cry out in pain.

Ouyang knew confidently that it was no accident that the seal of Wolongjia was broken, and he even concluded that the instigator was the Xue Yang that A-Qing had mentioned; It almost has a prototype, as long as he finds Xue Yang, he may be able to win a round in front of the Lanling Jin Sect—the terrible thing is that Xue Yang, who is the center of the vortex, is neither alive nor dead.

In the end, the matter was settled, Xiao Xingchen continued to search for Xue Yang's traces, A-Qing was adopted by Ouyang's family, and everything gradually returned to a relatively peaceful track.

However, this so-called peace was just a longer torture to Xiao Xingchen.

"I don't know if the Taoist priest came to Jinlin Terrace in person today, but he came to the celebration flower banquet? Do you have any taste preferences? I will guide you to the seat immediately."

Xiao Xingchen pushed his hand and declined politely, and lowered his voice that was about to be drowned out by the uproar: "Can Mr. Lianfang take a moment to speak?"

But Jin Guangyao could hear it clearly, the unmoving smile on his face seemed to stiffen for a moment, but this imperceptible hesitation was immediately wiped away by two deep dimples.He whispered a few words to the deputy envoy beside him, straightened his back and made a "please" gesture.

"It's work."

The two walked to the vestibule of Fangfei Hall, Jin Guangyao dismissed the scattered guards, turned around and said respectfully: "What can I do for Daoist Xiao?"

"Master Lianfang, I want to find Xue Yang. You must be very familiar with this person."

"Xue Yang?" Jin Guangyao said with a look of surprise on his face, "Master Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang was swept out by my Lanling Jin Sect six years ago. If my memory is correct Three years ago, you and Song Daochang helped me suppress the evil spirit of Wolong. I also mentioned this matter. At that time, I was also beating drums in my heart. I was afraid that the devil would really escape from death, so I sent people to join you and the monks of the Ouyang family. We went to Wolongga to look for someone, but you have seen the final result, we just wiped out the whole of Baling, but we haven't found any trace of this person."

Jin Guangyao's speech was impeccable, leaving no room for the Taoist to hesitate.

Xiao Xingchen's complexion was not very good-looking, and a thin layer of frost had formed on his normally warm smile.

Seeking help from Jin Guangyao was Xiao Xingchen's last choice. Although he expected that [-]% of Jin Guangyao's words were watery, he still felt a little bit annoyed by his unchanging lie.In the past three years, he wandered around Hunan, Sichuan and Chongqing, and asked everyone he met——

Have you ever seen a smiling young man with a missing little finger on his left hand and wearing a black glove?

The answer is always no, even if he asked all the way to Lanling, there was still no news.

He does not stop and never stays in the same place for more than half a day. Even when he is resting, he always holds Shuanghua in his arms, because he usually wakes up automatically after sleeping for two or three hours. Moldy and idle, I had to get up and hurry.

Song Lan was already a walking corpse and didn't need to eat or sleep, but Xiao Xingchen was still a big living person who could breathe. His brain might not realize that he was tired, but this wandering body was exhausted.After being overworked, it is difficult for a person to get a good temper, even for a saint.

"Zun Lianfang, you don't know where he is."

"I'm incompetent."

But if this immortal governor is unwilling to speak, even if he holds an awl, he can't find a place to start.

Xiao Xingchen's visit to the Jinlin Stage this time was just a chance. He didn't like to ask for help, so he didn't have high hopes for this trip, so he could only sigh in vain.

"...The flower feast is lively, Venerable Lianfang, don't neglect the honored guests, and the poor will not bother you."

"Daoist Xiao!" Jin Guangyao called Xiao Xingchen who was about to leave, "Although you have not found a living person, you have never seen Xue Yang's dead body. I think it will take a few days even if you are on your way. Since you have come to Lan Lanling, why don’t you spend more time in the surrounding towns to chat and rest, Lanling doesn’t have many other things, there are still a lot of ancient paintings, classics, wine and food...”

"Besides, there are quite a few interesting people here."

Xiao Xingchen turned his head and met Jin Guangyao's smiling eyes with confusion.

——In the days without you, he doesn't even bother to make troubles; when the official is not around, the thief will have no interest in life.

Xue Yang shook his head and wandered around in the garden for a while, his stomach was nauseated by the strange aroma, thinking that he couldn't see whether the flowers all over the ground were beautiful or ugly, so he put on his gloves and planned to carry himself to the street for a stroll.

"Uncle Cheng Mei, didn't my little uncle tell you to calm down recently?"

"Little brat, why do you call him human?"

Jin Ling was not afraid of Xue Yang, so he dropped the pen in his hand and stretched his neck: "What's wrong with me? You don't know how to pay the money and deliver the goods when you go to the street, so you take it and leave, wearing our family's Jin Xing Xue Lang robe, ready-made It’s an uneducated way to pass it on to others. People who come to collect debts appear on a regular basis every day, and there is no day when they don’t come!”

Xue Yang sneered in his heart, if he wanted to let the past go, how would this group of people have the guts to go to the Jinlin Platform to file a complaint?Those who have the guts are already dead.

"Little hairy child is poor and pays attention to farts. If you don't choke you to death, be careful if you don't grow taller."

"I'm not tall" seemed quite intimidating. Jin Ling obviously flinched, but quickly shot back: "Nonsense, I can grow taller! No matter how short I am, I'm taller than you!"

"All right, all right, be tall." Xue Yang straightened the prosthetic limb on the little finger of his left hand, and hummed perfunctorily. For the umpteenth time, he spat in his heart how this brat could talk better than A-Qing. , I don't plan to get entangled with this little kid.

Seeing that he still wanted to leave, Jin Ling jumped off the stone bench and chased after him: "Are you alright? There are many people in Lanling at the recent flower feast, you..."

Although Xue Yang was domineering and often caused trouble, when he was brought back by Jin Guangyao three years ago, he ignored Xiao Jinling, who was at the age of curiosity. Due to his poor physical condition, he had trouble moving. His temper is also very strong; but after a long time, Jin Guangyao asked him to avoid causing troubles and concentrate on his work. He was accompanied by tiger talisman yellow paper corpses all day long, and his temper has worn down a lot. He had no interest in life, so one day when Jin Ling was fighting with a group of offspring of the Jin family, he came up on a whim, and dealt with these noisy fart children in a docile manner.Although Jin Ling stubbornly accused Xue Yang of meddling in his own business at the time, from then on, he would occasionally come to Jin Guangyao's side room where he hid Xue Yang with a stack of copybooks, and pouted his ass on the stone bench in the garden where few people sat. Shaking her short legs that can't reach the ground, she condescends to practice calligraphy in this broken place where no one is waiting for her.Xue Yang thought that it was boring anyway, so he didn't say anything, and occasionally teasing this young man who couldn't get enough of his anger all day long was a good way to pass the time.

Jin Ling didn't have many friends in his family, and it was the first time he saw someone who wasn't afraid of his identity, and didn't make trouble for him because of his identity, so he seemed to care a little bit like this.

"What are you, you, you." Xue Yang suddenly turned around and blew his beard and stared at him threateningly, "Don't imitate your little uncle, talk too much, I'll pull out your tongue and make tea for you!"

Jin Ling was taken aback by his grinning expression, and by the time he realized it, Xue Yang had already slipped away.

As soon as Xue Yang left, Jin Guangyao hurried over from the stone path leading to Fangfei Hall from the side room. He happened to meet Jin Ling, whose cheeks were swollen with anger, who was packing up the rice paper. Looking around for a while, he asked, "Ah Ling, are you Uncle Mei?"

"What Uncle Cheng Mei, you keep causing trouble to my little uncle, he is not my uncle! Just stay outside and don't come back!" Jin Ling stomped his feet and ran away without a trace.

Jin Guangyao was very speechless, thinking that this Xue Yang had really set an example for his nephew, he was extremely willful.Then he opened the door and entered the room to have a look, and confirmed that this person had really gone out. After he exited, his eyes rolled up and down, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a half-smile.

What is he talking about with Xiao Xingchen?What a good man did was too injustice.

Well, the good times are over.

For the first time, Lianfangzun, who had been planning everything, had the urge to reward herself for being too talkative.

——You should admit that there is no definite number of joys and sorrows, all kinds of things in the past, even old sesame seeds and rotten grains, are now fermented into old wine, so strong that it can fascinate people's eyes.

"Be safe, Daoist."

Xiao Xingchen woke up suddenly from his dream, Shuanghua pierced through the cool morning air with a clang, and pierced a swaying dead leaf, leaving a buzzing sound in the empty room.He jumped off the bed immediately, and his sweat-drenched clothes were immediately chilled by the morning chill.

The dark blue morning light of Lanling flows into the bedroom, like a dead lake, which can drown unsuspecting strangers in it.

Shuanghua was thrown on the couch by Xiao Xingchen.The Taoist himself fell back into the quilt uncoordinatedly with his limbs, and covered his sallow face with his pale palm tightly due to poor rest.

Xiao Xingchen sniffed, feeling his eyes sore and sore.

His eyes came back, and it only took the time of a dream.Shuanghua under his neck and his clear vision are the same as what he had before, but whether it is the clothes on his body or Song Lan who is so dirty in the corner that he can't see the background, nothing around him is the same. Not to remind him what happened here.

Wolongjia is not a place for sightseeing, Xiao Xingchen knows it all too well.Although he doesn't venture into the turbulent waters of the Xianmen family, he knows eight out of ten places that people can name within the four realms. The wild gods, get people's visions, and receive rewards.Someone once made a wish to get rich overnight, and as expected, he got lucky in the casino, and winning that was a firestorm.But because of the excessive surprise, this man couldn't bear it for a while, so he fell to the ground and died - the reward was unlimited, and there was no fixed number, it all depended on the temperament and emotions of this wild god, it was bizarre and very creepy.

But there are still desperate people who want to go up the mountain to make a wish, scrambling to be the first.There is only one way to go to Wolongjia, and whether you can find the gods on this mountain depends on your luck, so there are wish-wishers fighting each other on this long road, robbing each other for opportunities, and revealing the dark and bad roots of human beings who can't see others' good. Come on, it's ugly.

Then Ouyang's family appeared, in order to correct the local customs, and also to make this group of desperadoes rein in the precipice, they started to build the immobility formation.This evil mountain sensed something was wrong, so it set off a strong wind and blizzard, blowing up the roofs of Ouyang's family and making them restless. When the formation was finally completed, dozens of lives were lost just like that.

Could it be that Xue Yang forced his way into the formation card because he wanted to see the spectacle of the evil god at work?Of course not, he has brains.

Xiao Xingchen put down his hands, took a breath, and slowly stood up to get his robe.

Everyone knows more than him, and everyone has to hide it from him.

"My immortal master, is it because you haven't slept yet?" The shop waiter was carrying face wash water for other customers. When passing by, he happened to bump into Xiao Xingchen who was about to go out. His lower eyelids covered half of his face Qing was so frightened that she almost threw the basin away, "The kitchen has newly arrived milk, how about a bowl for you?"

"Thank you little brother, I'm just going out, so I don't need to trouble you."

Xiao Er looked at his weak appearance that he might lean over if he took one more step, hesitantly said: "Master Immortal, will you go out like this without any accident? Let's eat something first..."

Before he finished speaking, a long bench swept towards Xiao Er's face across the sky. Xiao Xingchen had quick eyesight and quick hands.The bench smashed against the white wall beside them, a big hole was gouged out in the wall, and Xiaoer's nose and mouth were covered with white powder.

All of a sudden, it's not for the waiter in this shop.It was not enough for the rioters downstairs to throw a bench, they reached out to grab the collar of the person who had clashed with him.

"It's really killing me, what happened in the morning is really bad luck, why is it this little rascal again?" Xiaoer pouted to clean the dirt from his mouth, didn't even bother to thank Xiao Xingchen, and put a handkerchief on his shoulder He was about to recruit people to help, but when he ran down the last step, Xiao Xingchen had already had his joints removed by the young boy who was scrambling, lying on the ground unable to move.

There was a knife scar on the tip of the young man's left eyebrow, under the scar a pair of scorching eyes stared at Xiao Xingchen who suppressed him resentfully, but there was a smile on his face: "Where did you come from, little boy!"

Xiao Xingchen just glanced at the young man lightly, then looked away, not being affected by anything, tied him up, shook off the dusty clothes, tied up the whisk, and went out of his door as usual.

Not him.

The quiet disappointment and anxiety began to surge under his eyes again, beating his brain even more than usual.

Maybe it was because he happened to be in Lanling, maybe it was because he happened to see someone similar to Xue Yang again, maybe it was because he had a dream that had been repeated countless times.He was indeed in a bad state of mind, Xiao Er was right, but this state had lasted for three years, and it was nothing new.

In the past three years, he seemed to have lost his mind. He rushed up when he saw people smashing stalls. To capture the murderer at the scene, how much he tried to persuade Xue Yang, a villain, to be a good man in the past, how much he now hopes that there will be that surly and flamboyant smiling face at the scene of the murder.He drove himself forward with hatred, resenting Xue Yang for insulting his best friend, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and ruining his reputation; but when these intricate reasons gradually settled as time passed, Xiao Xingchen To my horror, I found that what I hated the most was actually his leaving without saying goodbye.

This made Xiao Xingchen afraid, but he couldn't admit it.

But what does Xue Yang want to resign?He had no reason to explain to himself the reason for leaving, and to him, he was not something that was difficult to part with.

But Xiao Xingchen just hated, hated tossing and turning, sleepless all night, wishing he could push him to the ground immediately, ask him clearly about all the gaps in his memory, and ask him why he escaped so freely.At this time, Xiao Xingchen will suddenly realize—oh, he thinks his heart is like calm water, but it doesn't seem so appropriate for him not to be happy with things or sad with himself.Then by chance, he heard others mention how the bright moon and the breeze used to be like puwei, and the heart was like a rock, so he had no choice but to squeeze the tightly wrapped Shuanghua and leave quickly.The praise that made him proud in the past sounds more like a big joke now.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a smiling young man with a missing little finger on his left hand and wearing a black glove?"

——He loves to hear stories about you.

"The story shows that the two Taoist priests, Yueqingfeng, Aoxue, and Lingshuang, combined their swords together, the frost was frosty, and the snow was blowing, and the hundred-legged monster was completely destroyed. The light of the sword flowed, shining through the sky."

"...Who would have thought that the good times would not last long, and the two priests had a rift for some reason, and they parted ways from then on."

As soon as Xingmu fell with a "slap", the guests listening to the book frowned and shook their heads, sighing in their mouths that the bright moon, the breeze, the pride, the snow and the frost had a tragic ending, and the tea in their hands could not be eaten, and they felt sorry for the two priests.

"I like the ending."

A different voice came out from the corner, accompanied by the crisp sound of melon seeds being cracked open, that voice seemed to comment very pertinently: "Go around meddling in other people's business, dogs take mice, and being a hero makes you dizzy!" That's how it should end. Well, great!"

Someone objected and argued with him: "Young master, you can't say that. How can you say that you are meddling in other people's business? Taoist priest Xiao Xingchen and Taoist priest Song Zichen are extremely good people who kill traitors, help the weak and save the common people!"

"Then if a certain villain left you bruised, and you killed his whole family for revenge, these two Taoist priests sentenced you to indiscriminate killing of innocent people, and they want to arrest you. How should this be calculated?"

The person who defended the two priests choked on a word in his throat, but he couldn't say it.

Right and wrong, good and evil, are always relative.What is good to oneself is good, and what is not good to oneself is evil. The so-called good and evil are nothing more than a standard that most people think they are right. It is not firm and easy to shake. As long as most people are willing, the point hidden in the dark White can be completely erased without a sound, and the large black in the white can also be completely ignored.

The movement of cracking melon seeds stopped, and the man saw that there was no one to refute his words, so he laughed and cursed, got up and threw a piece of gold at the storyteller on the stage: "The story is good, and stories with such an ending should be told more, so that those Wash your ears after watching too many knights walking the rivers and lakes and finally hugging fools with bad scripts like beautiful people."

If all the good people end up happy and happy, what do you call the wicked?

"A good man is destined to fall into the hands of the wicked."

——This is a silent hide-and-seek. He doesn’t want to be found by you so easily, which will make him appear incompetent; but he can’t wait for you to find him. If you pat him, I’m sure he will turn around with a smirk Hug you and say, I won't play anymore, I can't escape, so don't bother, let's go home.

Xiao Xingchen shook his hand, and the apple in his hand rolled back into the pile of apples.

He seemed to hear a voice, familiar and distant, but not unreachable.

Just in the ordinary alleys, right in the city of Lanling, it may appear at some inconspicuous corner at any time.

Shuanghua was trembling in the scabbard, neighing silently, rousing the dormant gulls in his mind, breaking the precarious calm, scorching hot, burning through the cool autumn day in Lanling, and burning into Xiao Xingchen's body. heart and soul.

The sword spirit lying in the sword is more anxious than Xiao Xingchen, and it has been walking for several years. It understands the Taoist better than the Taoist himself.

Xiao Xingchen staggered two steps and almost fell.He grabbed hold of the stall next to him, propped up his somewhat weak legs, ignoring his image, like a wild bee with broken wings, stumbling forward following the smell.

He saw a familiar figure from behind.

Thinner, taller, and more restrained than he remembered, hardly the man he was looking for.

Xiao Xingchen was hit by the crowd, but he didn't know how to dodge.

He pushed aside the obstacles blocking the way and chased after him, but he still watched helplessly as the swaying figure was swept up by the crowd and disappeared.

He felt like he was suffocating.

Xiao Xingchen didn't dare to yell, that person was a guilty conscience, if he called his name, then he would definitely run away again, hiding deeper and further away.

At that moment, he forgot all the questions he had gone through hundreds of times in his mind, and his purpose. When he got up, there was a flustered sword wind.

He hovered over the tiles of Lanling City, shuttled among the golden autumn locust tree crowns, and searched intently, almost trying to drain the few primordial energy in his body.

The Taoist brushed away the flying autumn leaves, his eyes were misty, as if he was crying or laughing.

Finally, under a vermilion pavilion covered with dead leaves, he caught a strand of black hair that was so black that it would melt into his pupils.

The tuft of hair was bundled carelessly, and swept the golden star snow robe that was as golden as the yellow locust tree in September. It was floating alone on the tree-lined road leading to Jinlin Terrace, and was suddenly picked up by the autumn wind and swept into the scorching heat of Lanling City. In the afterglow of the setting sun.

The golden-red sunlight was a little dazzling, and it seemed familiar.It seems that in a humid and cold afternoon, in a room with the sound of water, he once called a name in a trance. At that time, there was also such a light shining outside the house. The kindling of pity warms his cold chest and gives him a life-saving dream like straw.

The left hand in black glove moved the oil-paper umbrella held in the palm of the hand to the right, covering the fallen leaves like rain.The young man seemed to be in a good mood, humming a Sichuan tune.

He vaguely remembered that the person he was calling at that time was probably, probably, Xue Yang.

Xiao Xingchen indulged himself in his obsession with Shuanghua, and jumped down from a high altitude.

The sword sharply pierced through the heavy autumn air, and rushed straight to the source of the melodious tune, intending to pierce through the shoulder of the young man holding the umbrella, piercing him.

But just when the silvery sword light was about to penetrate the young man's body from behind, the vermilion oily canopy of the bamboo bone paper umbrella slanted, and the back full of flaws suddenly turned into a man with gold stars and snow waves embroidered on it. chest.

The young man showed his playful canine teeth that he hadn't shown for a long time, and his face was full of brocade flowers, as if he was going to hold the prize after winning the game. He opened his two long and slender arms and embraced the ruthless Jianfeng. Xiao Xingchen, who flew towards him with a surprised expression, stopped him.

They both fell to the ground and fell into the dead leaves, sparking a brilliant rain of leaves, splashing a little bit of blood.

——He is not hiding from you, he is waiting for you.

In the autumn of Lanling City, there is a burst of warmth that makes people laugh, just like scratching the soles of people's feet with goose feathers. When you smile, you will cry.

"Be safe, Daoist."

This sword instinctively pierced Xue Yang's heart, but it turned away his shoulder blade.

Xue Yang raised his other freely moving hand in a particularly careless way, and drew a circle with his index finger on his chest provocatively: "The swordsmanship is not refined, it's all wrong."

"Xue Yang." Xiao Xingchen calmed down his chaotic panting, and said coldly, "Do you really think you can live in peace after doing so many evil things?"

What Jin Guangyao said is really good, don't offend the saints, they will bite you tightly - until the end of the world.

"If I don't do evil things, the Taoist priest won't come." Xue Yang wanted to straighten his upper body to get closer, but there was a sword stuck in his flesh, and it still hurt to move it.

"Hiss... You said at the beginning that since I'm safe for the time being, it's okay to hold on to hatred and not let go, so what about you? You're not blind now, and you're safe, why don't you let me go? Me?"

"How do you know I'm not blind?"

Xue Yang was still smiling, closing those eyes that had once seen thousands of stars for Xiao Xingchen, and covered the deceit and cruelty in his eyes with thick eyelashes, concealing a dazed softness.

"Xue Yang, you can't see anymore."

Xiao Xingchen was held in Xue Yang's arms, and he couldn't use his hands, but with his cultivation, he only had to flick his fingers to break free from such a clumsy bondage.The two holes on his face mean that he is full of thoughts and will no longer bleed, but at this moment his eyes are still wet, and there is something surging in the eye sockets, blurring his vision, preventing him from looking at the eyes in front of him. That face turned autumn into spring with a smile.

"Well? I'm not good! Why did you run?" All the doubtful thoughts left in the sky just now returned to Xiao Xingchen's mind, he let go of the frost in his hand, and pinched his fingers into the Venus snow wave in the collar of the robe.

Xue Yang pressed down Xiao Xingchen's tense hands as if nothing had happened, buried his face in his chest, greedily sniffed the fragrance of the wormwood that he had not seen for three years, his eyes were a little hot: "Master Dao, can you I am wronged to death, you wanted to escape so much at the beginning, I was good, so I left on my own initiative, why are you blaming me now?"

No, it is not.You are too slow, you are not good at escaping, why can't you catch people?Wasn't it you who chased me the most before?You came so late, do you know that the golden stars and snow waves in Lanling have already made me wait for three rounds, just waiting for you to point at me with your sword in hand, and say to me, Xue Yang, heinous, I am special to bring you to justice.

Xiao Xingchen relied on Xue Yang not to see his messy face, and shouted red-eyed: "What on earth do you want to do? Lie to me for three years, hide from me for another three years, and let me face overwhelming questions alone. I can see, why you can’t see, why you want to kill, why you can’t get through with me alone? No one can tell me in these three years, no one can help me, watching me bumping around , are you still happy watching it all the time?! Xue Yang, you won again, are you very proud?"

Xiao Xingchen seemed to be speaking rationally, but he was actually aiming at the quarrel. He should have pierced Xue Yang's vitals with his sword, but ended up having a nightmare for many years, but when it came to the battle, he flinched. It made him irritable, and he needed to find an outlet to vent, and his words were even inadvertently stained with the smoke and fire of the street thugs.

The young man under the pressure is slow, unable to change his carefree nature, like singing: "I went to Wolongjia, and found a mountain god sister to ask for a secret book writing method, which can be used to transfer flowers to trees, so I... "

"Don't lie to me again!" Xiao Xingchen was hysterical, scaring away a pair of birds that had just landed on a branch.

The locust tree branches above the head were shaken by the frightened birds, and scattered yellow leaves that would turn into spring mud for the coming year, covering the deep red wound on Xue Yang's shoulder blade.

The young man took a deep breath and exhaled again, dissipating the humid heat wave in the calm autumn wind.

Jin Guangyao said that he has restrained himself a lot these years.

Xue Yang put away his two insolent canine teeth, and fumbled awkwardly for Xiao Xingchen's face, which was no longer fleshy, and wiped away the tear stains for him.

Thinking about it, Xiao Xingchen must be crying ugly, ugly, but also so reassuring, it relieved Xue Yang of all burdens.The sudden sense of relief gave Xue Yang the illusion that he was about to cry.Yes, he won the bet, and this time he really won, he won heartily, broke free from all the unbearable and pain, broke off the dying dead branches, and sprouted green shoots.

For three years, he was terrified to death. He was afraid that Xiao Xingchen would stop looking for him.Sometimes he straightened up from the bed and was about to rush out, thinking that if his mother loses, he will lose, and if he waits any longer, he will go crazy!He smashed the cup in hand, calmed down, and began to scold the Taoist for being stupid and slow in finding things.

He is not a good person, and the evil in his bones will never fade away.