Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

If you ask, is there anything to be afraid of in this world for people who are devoted to their hearts and minds and don't care about life and death?

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Life and death are different, but I am alone.

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Baixue dislikes the evening of spring, so she wears garden trees as flying flowers.

Ten days have passed since the explosion.Day and night, Yan Heng sat by the window and watched the snow in the courtyard lost in thought.

When he woke up, he was in General Ping's mansion. He sent a letter to Pinghuyue earlier, but unfortunately Pinghuyue came a step late. When he found out that Feige had changed, the battle outside Xu Duwai had already been avoided.

When Pinghuyue led his troops to rush there, the place was already in ruins. The officers and soldiers searched and rescued for five days and five nights, and finally dug up Yan Heng in the snow three miles outside the explosion circle.

The snow was new. When they found Yan Heng, his wounds had been treated. Ping Huyue guessed that he climbed out of the rubble, treated his own wounds, and finally fainted from lack of energy. Otherwise, there would be no life. In the return scene, who did all this, but just threw him on the side of the road and left him alone?

Yan Heng didn't remember everything Ping Huyue said, he was very excited in the first three days, insisting that he had never done that, Xie Wuqiu must have survived, it was Xie Wuqiu who took him out.

Pinghuyue couldn't bear it, but he had to tell him that Xie Wuqiu's body had been found, and it had been blown into several pieces. Qin Mengwan of Cangya Mountain was shocked when he heard the news. After the funeral, the neck-kissing sword was his only relic.

Yan Heng still didn't believe it, he kept murmuring: "I protected his body at that time... no..."

Pinghuyue could only leave the room silently with mournful eyes, letting Yan Heng digest by himself.

On the tenth day, Yan Heng disappeared from Pingfu.

On the day of Xie Wuqiu's funeral, Xu Du had the biggest snow this year.

Pale and yellow repeatedly, white to black, every year on Cangya Mountain there is a handful of snow, accumulated and melted, the mountain is still the same mountain, the snow is the same snow, people are not those people.

Qin Mengwan and a group of Cangya disciples wore white clothes and walked in the snow carrying the coffin. The people were dissolved in the snow, and it was hard to see clearly, but the sound of crying faintly came from the wind and snow.

A generation of legends just died in an unknown corner, not even a complete body was left, only a simple iron sword remained.

The funeral team was personally selected by Qin Mengwan. They were all people who knew Xie Wuqiu before, some new and some old.Qin Mengwan chose the mountain behind Cangya as the place of burial. Too many old people from Cangya were buried there. Now his junior should also go home.

After Qin Duanyang's incident, Cangya Mountain became notorious and gradually declined, but this time Xie Wuqiu's funeral still attracted the attention of most people in the martial arts world. They put aside their prejudice and hatred for Cangya Mountain and came to give this teenage hero.

The funeral procession walked slowly all the way, but stopped when it was approaching the back mountain. Qin Mengwan was very displeased, and scolded from a distance, but saw the disciples get out of the way, revealing the people standing in the wind and snow .

Qin Mengwan's eyes tightened.

"Yan Heng."

Yan Heng wore a black cloak, brushed off the snow from his body, and looked at Qin Mengwan lightly.Qin Mengwan said with restraint: "Today Cangya Mountain is burying my younger brother, and the deceased is the most important. Please don't block the way, Master Yan."

Yan Heng said, "Where is he?"

He looked at the coffin, and at the urn Qin Mengwan held in his hand.

Qin Mengwan tilted her head and glanced behind her, and said in a low voice, "It's the younger brother's sword inside, and there's nothing left behind the younger brother...just this."

Hearing that it was a kiss on the neck, Yan Heng stopped looking at the coffin, but only stared at Qin Mengwan's hand. He walked towards Qin Mengwan slowly, and spread out his palms: "Give him to me."

Qin Mengwan was furious when she heard the words, and she pulled out her sword brazenly, and the disciples around her also stopped in front of her, protecting Xie Wuqiu's ashes, Qin Mengwan shouted: "I see who dares to touch my junior brother!"

Yan Heng didn't stop, a gust of wind blew, he squinted his eyes slightly, the cloak slipped from the top of his head, a handful of silver-white hair fell down, fluttering with the wind, Yan Heng's pale face was completely revealed in front of everyone, Half of his face was covered with black curse marks, which was very frightening.

Everyone was startled, Qin Mengwan also stammered, "You, why did you become like this..."

like this?Yan Heng touched his cheek.He didn't know what was going on, these curse seals should have appeared only when the witch hazel was cast, but after that day, they never went down again.

After that day, his Sanyin Juemai also changed, and he no longer disperses his own blood. This incurable disease seems to be cured.He once thought that Xie Wuqiu's redemption array had succeeded.

But that day when the two of them cast witch hazel on each other, it may still cause problems with the formation. Although he survived and even recovered from his "sickness", these curse marks could not be eliminated, and he followed He, tormenting him, constantly absorbing his blood, making it difficult for him to even perform exercises.If it goes on like this, there is no need for the Three Yins to cut off the veins, and this curse will kill him within half a month.

After all, none of them knew what the real redemption formation was like.

But...Yan Heng didn't care anyway, he didn't want to live at all.

"Give him to me." Yan Heng pointed to the urn in Qin Mengwan's hand, and repeated.

Qin Mengwan was a little afraid of his appearance, tried not to show fear, and said through gritted teeth: "He is from my Cangya Mountain, not your twelfth floor..."

"Give him back to me." Yan Heng ignored what she said, just kept repeating this sentence.

"You, take another step forward and blame me on Cangya Mountain to bully the few!" Qin Mengwan said.

Yan Heng had already shown the golden needle, flew over it, and grabbed it directly.

The moment he practiced his kung fu, the curse mark on his body also lit up, burning red like a fire, which stimulated Yan Heng's body, but he resisted the great discomfort caused by the curse mark, and broke through with the fastest speed Breaking through the siege of Cangya's disciples, he came to Qin Mengwan, grabbed the urn with his hands, and then retreated.

All this happened so fast, even though everyone was on guard, they still couldn't guard against Yan Heng, and Yan Heng's aura at that moment seemed to swallow everyone who blocked the way alive, no one dared to go up to him, not even Qin Meng. I was sluggish all night.

After discovering that the ashes were taken away, Qin Mengwan was furious: "Yan Heng!... Stop him for me!"

The solitary figure held the urn expressionlessly, and looked at the people in Cangya calmly.

Qin Mengwan saw the determination to see death as home...

Why?Why is Yan Heng so attached to Xie Wuqiu's ashes?She has never believed that there is any relationship other than interests between her junior brother and Yan Heng. A person like Yan Heng must be using Xie Wuqiu. After using it, it will be worthless.

Why do these unnecessary things now.But no matter what, she wanted to keep her junior in Cangya Mountain.

Suddenly Qin Mengwan's ears twitched, and he turned around to look, only to see a group of officers and soldiers in official uniforms running over with weapons, and surrounded all the people in the center of the conflict.

Qin Mengwan looked at Yan Heng, thinking in his heart that this is the case, he had already moved the rescuers, otherwise how dare he come here alone?Did he come to humiliate Cangya Mountain?Qin Mengwan glanced at the officers and soldiers, pointed at Yan Heng and said, "Even if Pinghuyue came here in person today, he would never want to take people away from my Cangya Mountain!"

"Sect Leader Qin calm down, my minister, I came here at the command of His Majesty."

The person who came was not General Ping Huyue, but Wang You'an, Shangshu of the dynasty.

Wang Youan has been keeping a low profile for more than ten years, and worked hard to support the new emperor. Now his status in the court can be said to be below one person and above ten thousand people. When he appeared in this place in person, no one would think that it was Yan Heng who called him. Rescue soldiers, come to help Yan Heng.

Even Cangya Mountain in the past had to give Wang Youan face, not to mention the current Cangya Mountain, Qin Mengwan could not help but bow slightly when he saw who was coming, and scolded Yan Heng severely for robbing the ashes, and asked Wang Youan to make the decision.

Wang You'an said: "Tanwan borrower is a hero of the imperial court. We have not forgotten his great achievements in the past. Now he died in the battle with the rebel Feng Xuqing. The Holy Majesty cherishes his talents and posthumously named him Zhongwu General. I will bury him with the honor of a general, Head Qin, don't worry, the imperial court will definitely give him the respect he deserves."

Wang Youan comforted the noisy Cangya Mountain crowd with a few words, and then stretched out his hand to Yan Heng: "Lord Yan, please give it to me."

Yan Heng stared at Wang Youan, and Wang Youan also looked at Yan Heng calmly, and blinked at him. He had heard Pinghuyue tell about Yan Heng's situation, but seeing Yan Heng's appearance today, he was really shocked.But his face is still calm.Yan Heng stared at him for a long time, and finally handed the urn out slowly.

Qin Mengwan was speechless now.If she persisted, she would not be able to produce strong evidence that Xie Wuqiu should be buried in Cangya Mountain. After all, Xie Wuqiu had long since considered himself not from Cangya Mountain.The imperial court also came forward, and she couldn't refuse even more. As long as it didn't fall into Yan Heng's hands in the end, the result was still acceptable.What's more, His Majesty actually gave Xie Wuqiu such an honorary posthumous title, which is not an insult to him.

Qin Mengwan could only endure it, and cupped his hands silently: "Thank you, Wang Shangshu, and thank you, Your Majesty."

After Wang You'an led the people away from Cangya Mountain, he turned around and saw a black cloak still silently following behind the crowd.He stopped, sighed, waited for Yan Heng to come up, and asked him softly: "Lord Yan, I am here to help you today, but what I said is true. Don't you want to burial Xie Shaoxia lavishly?"

Yan Heng stretched out his hand: "Give it back to me."

Wang Youan sighed, thought about the favor of the six flying flower orders, and what the emperor secretly confessed to him before leaving, finally handed over the urn: "As you wish. But, Lord Yan, please mourn .”

Yan Heng turned around and left with the urn in his arms.

Wang Youan stopped him from behind: "Where is Lord Yan going?"

Yan Heng stopped for a while without turning his head. After a long time, he said two words lightly: "Go back to Mohe."

***

In fact, Yan Heng knew that he would not be able to reach Mohe.

After using martial arts on Cangya Mountain, the curse seal backfired even more fiercely, and within a few days he would be sucked dry and waited to die.

A good fighter dies in battle, a good swimmer drowns in water.He manipulated the witch hazel for so long, and finally died under the backlash of the witch hazel, nothing bad.In this way, he doesn't have to choose, otherwise, how can he endure the rest of his life if he lives with the sacrificed life of Xie Wuqiu on his shoulders?

When going out of the city, Yan Heng bumped into a blindfolded fortune teller. Fortunately, he covered his eyes, so he didn't see the weird hair color and spell under his cloak.The fortune teller grabbed Yan Heng's hand and said, "Young master, let me do a fortune telling for you."

Yan Heng shook him, but didn't shake him off. Hearing these words, he said in a strange way: "Then you, help me calculate the marriage."

The fortune teller asked Yan Heng to draw a lot from his lot, and Yan Heng drew.The fortune teller took it over, touched the words on it, and was still muttering something. After a long while, Yan Heng was impatient, and he suddenly grinned and said: "Congratulations, congratulations, this is the top sign, if it weren't for Qunyu Mountain See you, I will meet with Yaotai every month. I will not accept any money from you if I sign on it."

The fortune teller let go of Yan Heng's hand, and staggered away.

Yan Heng looked at his back, pursed his lips, lowered his hood, and continued to walk outside the city.

After he walked far away, the fortune teller also stopped, turned around and glanced in the direction he was leaving, walked to the corner of the street, and said to the person standing there: "General Ping, is this useful?"

"I don't know, I'm just afraid of him... a little hope is always good, right?"

The fortune teller said: "Hey, but I think he doesn't seem to have any desire to live anymore. Will lying to him like this make him even more sad?"

"I don't know, hey, coming and going is fate..."

Yan Heng held the lottery given to him by the fortune teller in his hand, and as he was walking, he suddenly couldn't move anymore. He looked down at the urn in his arms, and tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably.

If it wasn't for Qun Yushan, would you meet Yaotai under the moon?

But now, it is you who buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow.

Yan Heng raised his head, he couldn't see anything clearly in the vastness, he could only hear the wind like weeping, and the snow like singing.

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The next chapter cheats~

Xie Wuqiu: I was cheating at the beginning, and I was still cheating at the end, please call me a specialist in corpse fraud