What is the experience of being forced to confess

Siyan of Guling sits at the stone table of Lanfeng Twelve Waves, with a surging sea of ​​clouds in front of him.He was waiting for Mr. Bianxi, and had tea with his best friend Isshiki by the way.

The great master likes to talk about friendship with tea. This is the elegant behavior of literati, which is different from the bold and unrestrained spirit of cooking wine to talk about heroes.He is good at making tea, likes to light incense, wears ancient jade, and has a very gentle style.Only such educated people have the resourcefulness to calculate others. As for force, it is most effective after attracting people into the trap and then subduing them.

"Ao Shou, your cup of tea is too impatient." He stroked the smooth rim of the cup with his fingers, and commented unhurriedly, "It seems that the peaceful and reclusive days of the past are far away. "

Yishi Qiulang smiled, but didn't say anything.Gu Ling Shiyan smiled and said: "After all, the situation in the world is treacherous, and it will take a lot of effort to prevent yourself from being drowned." Although he said so, his attitude was quite calm.Yiseqiu also poured tea, took a sip, and asked, "Then what is the Great Master's opinion on the current situation?"

Gu Ling Shi Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "The influential ones are nothing more than those few."

Yiseqiu made up the group and said: "Those organizations used to have Nihai Chongfan..." The great master interrupted, "It doesn't need to be counted anymore."

"That's right. Then, the forest prison is still raging and expanding, and the sea of ​​swords is revived, and the sky is hidden, and the rivers and lakes are quite lively. I don't know how you and I can squeeze in?" Yishiqiu said with a smile. , Guling Shiyan said: "Outside of these organizations, there are still many independent individuals, which can be called variables."

"It's just that most of the luck has been exhausted, and there can't be too many storms." Yishiqiu said in a deep voice.

The great master shook his head and said: "A variable is a variable, even if it's just a small stone that splashes three or two drops of water, if the water will splash on me, it should be picked up and crushed early."

"So a few days ago, I went to the Zhiyue Mountain Waterfall to kill Yi Qi. For the Grand Master, it was a must." Yishiqiu patiently rubbed his fingers on the smooth glaze of the porcelain cup, "It's a pity that the work has not been completed. .”

The cup was empty, Guling Shiyan raised his hand and continued to drink.Although it is two cups of tea, in terms of demeanor in the world, it is still not inferior to the hero who holds a drink and talks.Grandmaster Yandu put the cup down, swept his eyes, and said suddenly: "The Holy Inquisitor came just in time."

Bian Xijun stepped in, holding the jade pendant containing the dragon soul in his hand, with his sleeves rolled up, he stood in front of the two of them.The slightly drooping eyes were reflected in the clear green tea, and Gu Ling Si Yan said casually: "This time is just a coincidence, Ao Shou and I are drinking tea, you might as well sit down and drink together."

"No need." Bian Xijun said, "I'm just here to deliver the dragon soul."

He pressed the jade pendant on the table, Gu Ling's dead smoke raised his eyebrows a little, and glanced at him: "Sure enough, it will be brought right away, the Holy Inquisitor really lives up to his reputation of great powers."

Bian Xijun's demeanor did not change, his expression was dull: "It's just luck, I happened to bump into it, and I got it."

Since the dragon soul is in the hands of Emperor Yi, he also stays with Shanlong Yinxiu all year round. The two similar auras are mixed together, so it's no wonder that others can't find it.Bian Xijun said: "In this way, the love of helping each other at the beginning can be regarded as repayment."

Guling Shiyan smiled slightly, his eyes were a little darker gray, and it seemed that there was always a layer of gloom: "The Holy Inquisitor really must pay for his kindness."

Bian Xijun replied lightly: "If there is revenge, there must be revenge."

The gray circle became a little darker, Bian Xijun said flatly: "I have repaid the favor, I hope you will take care of yourself from now on."

He flicked his robes, turned around and left, the bead chain fluttered suddenly, the feathers decorated on his clothes shone one after another, and there was a vague look of the black sinful peacock who stood proudly on the top of the peak in his steps.Guling Shiyan's face remained calm, looking back and continuing to pour tea, Yiseqiu couldn't help but smile and said: "The Holy Inquisitor's momentum is still the same, and his words are not very nice."

Guling Shiyan's smile remained unchanged, and he looked at the tea in his hand calmly.Both sides of his crown were hung with beads of glazed beads, reflecting his frosty blade-like eyebrows, under the faint, mist-like gray eyes, there was a loose smell of blood for no reason.

"It's just a variable."

Mr. Benxi didn't know that his label had changed from "usable" to "variable". He was in a hurry to go to Youmenglou, and was going to discuss with Bu Xiangchen an alternative treatment method.But unfortunately, the road was passing through a wilderness, the surroundings were open and unobstructed, and the familiar figure could be seen in the eyes.

Feeling puzzled, he frowned, walked over quickly, and called out, "Sick mark?"

His words were not very loud, but the young man seemed to be taken aback, like a timid ostrich, he shrank his head immediately.Fu Qubing's two eyes were covered under the thick velvet of the hat, flickering slightly muddy, wandering from side to side, looking at him timidly.Bian Xijun knew that the other party was not very good at talking, so he could only calm down and slowly guide, "Why are you here?"

The young man just uttered a blank "ah, ah", which naturally made Ben Xijun unable to understand.He sighed, feeling helpless, he had never been able to do anything about this symptom of unusual behavior and poor communication.In Nihai Chongfan, only Tianyu can talk to him patiently and meticulously. Similarly, only Tianyu, who has always been aloof, can show rare tenderness when facing this younger brother who was once dependent on each other.

Now that Tianyu is not here, it is really a headache for Mr. Bian Xi to deal with him.Bian Xijun comforted him and asked, "Are you alone? Didn't the Heavenly Mandate send someone to come to you?"

Hearing his sister's name out of his mouth, Fu Qubing blinked blankly, as if he finally understood.He stopped yelling in a panic, and was as quiet as a stiff piece of wood. Then he knelt down and stroked the mud with his fingers. It seemed to be a not-so-clear silhouette of a woman, and Mr. Benji stood beside him. Said sideways: "You want to say, Tianyu..."

Fu Qubing's moving fingers stopped there, his body wrapped under the heavy clothes trembled, and Ben Xijun was about to ask, but suddenly found that from his unusually clear eyes, two words suddenly fell. Let's cry.

Those tears are very clean.

Bian Xijun was stunned, he didn't know why his words caused such a reaction, and he couldn't help but get nervous.He stared at Fu Qubing and asked, "What's wrong? What happened to Tianyu?"

The young man didn't answer, but squatted there silently with tears in his eyes.He was born with flaws, he couldn't speak very well, and he couldn't think freely like ordinary people, but in his always muddled mind, it seemed that one thing was naturally clear.

After all, the connected blood is all innate.

He stood up, grabbed Ben Xi-kun's hand, and ran stumbling in one direction.They went through a hidden forest, the road was narrow and winding, like two birds bumping their heads, they wandered for a long time before finally seeing what Fu Qubing intended to reveal.

It was a rock with an inconspicuous mound behind it.It seems that someone came to visit, and the weeds that sprouted were all removed.

At this moment, Bian Xijun already understood, and there was no need to ask for any explanation.It's just that he didn't know what to say anymore, he seemed to have expected everything in front of him.

The huge ship that brought the storm and sailed against the waves drowned others and capsized itself at the same time.Now that the oracle who led the route is dead, the journey to the 100-year dark night should have ended long ago.

Fu Qubing knelt in front of the grave, covered his face in extreme pain, and breathed intermittently.He didn't know many things, but he understood that although his sister was not a good person, she treated him very well after all.

Bian Xi-kun hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand, caressing the cold stone tablet carefully.He moved his throat and made a harsh sound.

"After talking with you for the last time, I have already expected such an ending, whether it befalls you or me." He whispered like this, as if he knew that the pride and indifference crouched inside, But also a sinful soul.After taking off the disguise of miracles and hiding under the illusory packaging, the real Holy Voyagers are as fragile as ordinary people.

At that time, Tianyu said that she would never regret it, so at this time, facing Mr. Bian Xijun and her sad brother, will she still be as hard-hearted as before?

The rustling sound of the wind gradually came from the deep forest in the distance, it was the undulating lush forest waves, and it seemed like the trembling of a dead soul.Bian Xijun said: "I kept the blood cloth from when I became sworn brothers, and I also kept the Yijian wind emblem, but now that you think about it, you probably don't cherish it, so you disbanded Nihai Chongfan without hesitation... He closed his eyes slightly, "But for me, those are extremely precious memories. Even if this road of memories is full of sins, I am willing to follow it again and return to the original Huanglong Village, because there , I just got to know Huo Fengxing, I no longer blame your decision to disband, I just blame you for killing him without hesitation..."

He laughed at himself again, shook his head and said sadly: "But I also know that this is over."

The wind blows his finely embroidered sleeves, and the dark tree shadow spreads its wings like a giant bird overlooking this simple cemetery. The solemn wind lingers in the forest, as if the dead are still Attached to the world.

"Rest in peace, my former companion." Bian Xijun closed his eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "If the gods still punish you after death, I will bear half of it for you."

The fallen trees are rustling, the dead leaves are returning to the soil, and the bursts of pine waves are like a mourning song.Fu Qubing clumsily wiped his tears with his fingers, and in his sluggish mind, memories of the past seemed to surface.The down-and-out mother stood on the stage, singing the tune with a hoarse voice, maybe Tianyu's sister brought him to listen below.The dilapidated curtains that rolled, the heavy and colorful actor's makeup, were the scene that he could not get rid of when he was young, and the swaying singing voice, he could hum along little by little as he listened to it.

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"Once the thousand-year tune is empty, only paper money and ashes are blown by the evening wind.

All the cuckoos singing blood and smoke in the trees, can't recall a spring dream. "