What is the experience of being forced to confess

The effect of Nine Heavens Purple Fire is indeed true.That night, Bu Xiangchen took Du Wuyu's pulse again, and he felt that his true energy flow was not stagnant, but rather smooth.Although he has been ill for a long time, his blood energy is naturally not as strong as before, but the recuperation momentum is good after all, and if he rests for a while, he will surely recover completely.

During this period of time, the weather was cloudy and sunny, and the willows were wetted by the rain, and they fell like wandering ghosts, which was often seen during the Qingming period.This lasted for several days, and at dawn, it was sparse for a while, everything was washed clean and moist, and in the middle of the corner, the clouds and rain stopped, the blue sky lay across the pillow, and it was rare to clear up.The sky is bright everywhere, the tung blossoms are in full bloom, and the green color has been soaked by the rain that has been lingering for several days.

Bu Xiangchen was in high spirits and began to dye her nails since noon. The servant boy picked out water-red phoenix petals, smashed them carefully, and wrapped them on her fingers later.She was busy with these processes, and she was still humming a tune in her mouth, which was about a small order such as "Spring is coming to Qingming, it's very beautiful, and it calls for singing and singing to persuade the emperor to drink", and her mood is quite lingering.

A few miles to the east from Youmenglou, there is a market, which leans against the bottom of the mountain and is full of greenery.Many pedestrians want to go outing on the mountain. After carrying the food and drink they just bought, the children grab the kite and take advantage of the east wind to throw it up. With a clatter, the birds on the tree fly away, and the peach blossoms on the branches fall in shock. .

The clothes of the tourists are all bright, so the two people hiding under the peach tree are not very conspicuous, but there is still a sharp-eyed girl looking at their appearance, thinking that they are all good-looking, but regretting that one of them can't walk.The wind was blowing away, blowing away the clouds, flying kites of various colors on the mountains, the nearest ones were held in the hands of several children, it was likely to determine the winners and losers, some were quite elaborate, while others were a little rough, But without exception they all fly high.

Under the peach blossom tree, one of them looked at the paper kite in the sky, and said with a soft smile, "Ben Xi-jun, look, it's you."

Bian Xijun was looking absently at the petals above his head, and after hearing Du Wuyu's words, he looked in the direction of his fingers.The blue sky is vast, and the paper kites are rising and falling, looking like gulls. One of them is black and blue, with slender tail feathers attached to it, stretching with the wind, colorful and beautiful, it looks like a black peacock.

Seeing that Mr. Bian Xi was stunned for a while, Du Wuyu held back his laughter, stopped joking, and turned to praise the beautiful scenery at this time of year.Ben Xi-kun raised his face a little uncomfortably, his face was reddened by the scorching flowers.

"After all, this is Mr. Hua's proposal. Let you go out to relax and recover faster."

"I really feel a lot better now." Du Wuyu said, "After the ice chips melted, my whole body is warmer." His fingers were sickly pale, but they were still on the armrest of the wheelchair, but A healthy rosy glow.He flipped it twice, and the mechanism rotated, leading him to move a few steps under the tree, which was Bu Xiangchen's thoughtful modification.

Bian Xijun lowered his head and looked at his eyes, feeling joyful, and smiled slightly.He said: "When you recover and stand up, you will be able to lift your sword and restore the original Yijian Feng emblem."

"I'm afraid martial arts is not as good as before." Du Wuyu said, but he didn't show regret.

Bian Xijun frowned slightly, and murmured: "There is always a way to recover, and besides, I need to repair your sword..."

Du Wuyu's Gufeng sword was broken by the sickle blade in the duel with Rainstorm Heart Slave. This is also due to the opponent's aggressiveness. It is hard to say that the Gufeng sword is crudely made. After all, it is made of special materials, and Du Wuyu spent a lot of time building it. A lot of effort.It is a pity for Du Wuyu that the saber was broken, but now it seems that it is not worth worrying about.

"It's not important." Du Wuyu said, "After all, if I can live, it's already good."

"No." Bian Xijun shook his head, and the red clouds of peach blossoms were reflected in his eyes, which made him feel a little sad, trembling, "You are a sword and wind emblem, how can you not have a sword?"

"That's in the past." Du Wuyu said patiently.

"Don't you feel sorry for it?" Bian Xijun's eyes were like sparks trembling in the winter night, and he suddenly said fiercely, "Besides, this is what I owe you—"

These stubborn words are like a handful of sand scraped on my heart, grinding out burning pain all the time.Du Wuyu's eyes narrowed slightly, he frowned, and said annoyedly: "Ben Xijun, why do you always get entangled in this matter?" He saw the other party's face pale for a while, he couldn't bear it, and wanted to say something to comfort him , but still held back his voice and continued, "I've said it before, there is nothing in debt between you and me..."

A few flowers landed on Ben Xijun's shoulders, and were quickly blown away.The wind around seemed to be tightening, and the trees trembled in pain. Mr. Ben Xi was about to speak, but he heard a child's exclamation not far away, and a group of black shadows fell from the top of the forest , Like a shot bird, unable to stand up, it crashed in front of them.

After a few flutters, the black bird that fell from the sky curled up there, like a poor prey, but it was the peacock-shaped paper kite before.Both of them were taken aback by this sudden thing, and they forgot what they were going to say.Bian Xijun squatted down and turned it over with his hands. Probably the wind was blowing fast and the tie thread was broken. Although a few bones were broken, they were not completely broken and fragmented, and could still be repaired.His fingers caressed the exquisitely painted tail feathers stained with dust, and there was a sense of loss between his brows. A girl ran towards him in a hurry, her eyes widened in panic, just looking at him.

Bian Xijun was in a daze, and did not speak, but Du Wuyu said slowly: "Is this yours?"

The little girl blushed, and replied nervously, "Hmm..."

She combed her buns, her eyebrows were innocent, she had a pure and lovely face, her wrists were slender and white, and there were several circles of winter jasmine flowers wrapped around her.Mr. Bian Xi handed the kite back to her, hesitated for a moment, and said to her softly: "This is very beautiful. Take it back and repair it, and be more careful in the future."

The girl nodded and blinked her eyes happily: "My brother made this for me."

Bian Xijun smiled and said, "Oh?"

"I heard from my teacher that the peacock is a very beautiful bird, but I have never seen it before." She said bluntly, "The teacher also said that the black peacock is the least common, and even he doesn't know anything about it." After school, I thought about the black peacock for a long time, so I asked my brother, when will I see the black peacock flying in the sky?..."

Du Wuyu couldn't help but smiled knowingly: "Make a paper kite, and it will really fly in the sky."

Holding the kite, the little girl waved goodbye to them, and said before running away, "I think the real black peacock is definitely not as good-looking as the one made by my brother."

Du Wuyu glanced at the silent Bian Xijun: "That's not necessarily the case."

The bright and lively figure like a winter jasmine had already run away, Mr. Benxi stood up, and patted the residual red on his knee.Du Wuyu shook his head and said, "It really is a child."

Bian Xijun said: "Only children can never forget things outlined in a few words."

He was silent for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be soaked with boundless water, and there was nothing.After being silent for a long time, he suddenly stroked his eyes with his fingers, and said softly: "Yijian Fenghui, you know... what did Huamei say when he saw the peacock mark for the first time?"

Du Wuyu was stunned, hearing his voice was very ethereal, and couldn't help turning his eyes to look at the fair and smooth skin that was covered by the spell.

Bian Xijun said in an empty and vain tone: "She said that this imprint is very beautiful, it is indeed like the peacock feathers in her imagination." He looked at the foggy forest in the distance, "She has never Seen the peacock. If I was as clever as that other brother, maybe I could have made her see it sooner."

Those few children were still putting paper kites nearby, shouting happily and running around.The little girl just squatted aside to string winter jasmine flowers.

"She should think that it must be a miracle that her elder brother returned safely, with peacock patterns, and her own illness was cured all of a sudden..." He said indifferently, "Later, I also used the same reason, Persuade her to stay in Nihai Chongfan. I told her that this was the miracle that changed everything back then."

His voice was cold: "I lied to her."

The cheering voice that belonged to children was so close at hand, but it seemed to be suddenly far away at this moment.Just like the girl in memory, the smiling voice and face can still be found, but looking around, there is no trace of it in the world.

That gentle and well-behaved girl turned into a cloud of dust, only slightly covered by the soil so as not to be blown away by the wind.Bian Xijun's long eyelashes drooped, casting fine shadows, like a faint mist covering his eyes, covering up years of time and secrets.His expression was so indifferent and calm, as if another layer of frost and snow had been covered on his already pale face, forming a crystal and cold mask.

Du Wuyu wondered blankly, why did he say this, why did he tell himself... However, the words of Mr. Benxi did evoke the warm and bloody old shadow in his heart.He began to reminisce, but couldn't help thinking dazedly, when that figure fell from the high platform, was it like a kite falling from the clouds, the strings drawn by the delicate and fragile paper kite feet, It was held in my hand...

His heart couldn't help but ache because of this, but Bian Xijun still said in a low voice: "She was born innocent, maybe I haven't taught her many things, so she will believe wholeheartedly no matter what I say..."

"Bian Xijun." Du Wuyu trembled, trying to grab the other's hand, pleadingly, "Stop talking...why did you suddenly mention this!"

"Don't you care? Didn't you always want to get to the bottom of this matter!" Ben Xi-kun's eyes seemed to be wrapped in a ball of silent fire, and like the frozen ice on the lake, they suddenly split open, and from there What appeared in the gap was dripping bloodstains.

Du Wuyu stared at him, the peach blossoms behind him were like flames swaying in the wind.

"It was you who killed the thrush girl, it was you, misfortune—" At this moment, the distant and sharp accusation seemed to be piercing in his ears again, and he trembled all over his body, as if he could see the blade belonging to the knife of despair. , eyes full of hatred, this resentful gaze almost convinced him that the fact is indeed like this...

He was the one who was sorry for Thrush, he was the one who caused her trouble... He felt dizzy for a while, and had to reach out to hold the cold wooden handle of the wheelchair. Xijun, that man looked bleak and silent, like a martyr who died in vain——

"You didn't say that there is nothing owed between us, but I owe you this too." He said firmly.

"Thrush...Thrush..." Du Wuyu murmured, as if to grind these two words on his lips and teeth.

"She has always believed in me, but I have been deceiving her. She didn't know it until she died. It was me..." Ben Xi-kun's voice was so soft, but it was like a soft and beautiful crepe wrapping around his chest. His mouth and nose tightened a little, making him almost suffocate.

Du Wuyu moved his lips in pain, his eyes froze, and suddenly said sharply: "How can you do this, she is your sister, she is—"

"It's also the person you admire, have you forgotten?" Bian Xijun said sadly.

Du Wuyu's voice became hoarse, as if something had strangled his throat. At this moment, all the calm and indifferent expressions he could pretend turned into dust. He remained silent, raised his hand tremblingly, and suddenly covered his mouth. He kept his face shut, obviously he was complaining, but he was in pain like a defeated person, he said in a begging tone: "Enough, enough, Mr. Benji..."

"I've been thinking about this for the past few days." Bian Xijun said forcefully, but the knuckles of his fingers were trembling, "You will recover sooner or later, and you will know this sooner or later. I shouldn't hide it. you."

"How could you do this?" Du Wuyu looked at him with a wry smile and said with slack eyes, "You saved me, but you want me to hate you."

He squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat, rustling in the wind like a dead branch about to break.The sky seemed to be getting darker too. There were sharp birdsongs from afar, children's bright laughter, and they were all in a mess. It seemed that another kite had lost their hands, and several girls screamed. The kite must have fallen on the ground. On the ground, like a pebble that is not afraid of death, it cracked and shattered.

The wind blew away the sound, and in the momentary silence, Du Wuyu said in a daze, "You don't owe me any more, we are both."

He didn't look at Ben Xijun again.Trembling fingertips pressed the mechanism bracket of the wheelchair, and the engaged gears gradually turned, making a babbling sound, sharp and hoarse, like a row of large and small needles, gradually stitching along the ground.Du Wuyu said in a miserable voice: "Let me go back alone, please be quiet."

Ben Xijun never spoke.The bright sky has disappeared, and the sky is like soaked white silk, dark and dark, slowly dripping water.The figures shuttled not far away became sparse, and the scattered footsteps hurriedly and chaotically trampled on the deep and shallow creases of the wooden wheel. Soon, the mud print was also wet by the water, spreading out the soil-specific Fishy.

He is still in this vast water mist, his outline has been washed away, his face is pale, like a wandering ghost.I don't know how long, Du Wuyu naturally disappeared.

The rain is misty, the road ahead is invisible, and the surrounding water is cool, and it feels like a thorn in the cold when you take a breath.Rucai's lively spring just now is just a short-lived illusion, although it is very good, it cannot last long after all.

"The long road of the world, the chaos and obstacles, the journey of the Jidai River, the strange place, the wind and the clouds, the difference is like rain..."

He said nonchalantly, in the white misty rain, he seemed to hear the girl asking affectionately: "Brother, why do you know so many troublesome things?"

"Because he and I are men, so we can understand each other naturally."

He has been lying to Thrush, and this sentence is naturally the same.But the girl just leaned her head on his shoulder trustingly, and reached out to brush the dense flower branches.

Those old scenes, like falling flowers, brushed off the sleeves, seemed to be caught, and in the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground again, stained with mud.Liangqing... Liangqing... He began to think in a trance, if he and Du Wuyu really have a clean relationship, no kindness, no enmity, no hate, no love, all affection will be removed, and the heart will be empty.

Bian Xi-kun raised his face, and stumbled forward a few steps.He was covered in water, dripping wet, as if the fire in his heart had been extinguished, leaving behind a piece of dead wood and ashes.

He suddenly laughed in a trance and said, "No, not yet."

The broken ancient wind sword still flashed a sharp cold light in his memory.His eyes also seemed to gradually flicker, like flickering candles, lit desperately in the wind and rain.

Rainwater flowed over his bloodless lips, like a fanatical gambler, he said in a persistent and trembling voice: "Only in this way can I really pay off..."