Under the gazes of Zhou Ping, Shen Qingzhu, and Lin Qiye, An Qingyu maintained that posture for several seconds before slowly retracting his palm.
He placed the chopsticks on the lunch box and his expression returned to his usual calm state:
"Then do it."
silence.
The howling cold wind of the desert is like a roaring giant beast passing around Jianlu, rolling wildly in the darkness,
Beside the swaying stove, four figures were like clay sculptures, silent.
Zhou Ping looked at An Qingyu beside him. He could not see any wavering on the latter's face, as if he had already accepted his fate.
Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu sat there, feeling a little disappointed, a little angry, and a little confused... But in this Sword House, it was not their turn to decide An Qingyu's life or death.
Here, the only one who can decide An Qingyu's life or death is Zhou Ping.
When the sword is drawn out, An Qing will die; when the sword is withdrawn, An Qing will live... Everything depends on Zhou Ping's true intention.
Zhou Ping looked into An Qingyu's eyes, and his eyes, as pure as clear water, showed unprecedented disappointment... At this moment, the swordsman Zhou Ping, who could kill even the supreme sword with one sword, suddenly became much more haggard.
He silently picked up two broken wooden chopsticks of different lengths and took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. As he chewed, his eyes could not help but turn red.
I don't know how long it took before he spoke vaguely:
"… Let's eat."
The wisp of sword intent floating around An Qingyu's neck gradually dispersed.
At this time, An Qingyu's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his tense body finally relaxed.
He picked up the chopsticks and the empty lunch box in front of him again, his fingertips still trembling slightly. He was just about to stand up and load rice from the rice cooker on the other side of the stove when a palm stretched out in front of him.
"Let me serve it for you." Lin Qiye said slowly.
An Qingyu was startled, but handed over the lunch box. Soon after, a bowl of steaming white rice was returned to his hand.
"… Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Qingzhu, did you buy some wine?" Zhou Ping suddenly said.
"Yes...but teacher, can you physically drink it?"
"I can bear the Supreme Law, can't you still drink wine?" Zhou Ping took the bottle of liquor, filled the small cup in front of him directly, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp!
"Pfft, cough, cough..." The hot wine flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach, choking Zhou Ping, who had never tasted wine before, frowned and coughed one after another.
"Slow down...this is not how you drink this wine."
"Teacher, let's drink with you..."
"Qingyu, hand over your cup."
“…”
The night was getting darker, and in the howling cold wind, the light of the stove made the four people's faces turn red.
Wine glasses collided with wine glasses, making a clinking sound. The four men didn't chat, they just faced each other, silently drinking down glasses of wine... The wine in their glasses carried bitterness and pain, as well as a past that could only remain in memory forever.
That night, the Red Dust Sword Immortal was drunk and fell into the sword hut.
The fire in the furnace burns out,
The originally fiery atmosphere gradually fell into coldness and darkness.
Lin Qiye stood up slowly by the fireside where the warmth was still lingering... He looked at An Qingyu and spoke calmly:
"time to go."
An Qingyu stood up from the ground silently and followed Lin Qiye.
Except for Zhou Ping, Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and Shen Qingzhu were not drunk... or rather, they did not let themselves get drunk.
An Qingyu didn't make any unnecessary moves, nor did he try to escape. He just followed Lin Qiye, opened the door of Jianlu, and walked out.
At this moment, Zhou Ping's drunken voice sounded from Jianlu:
"Anqingyu..."
An Qingyu suddenly stopped.
"You were my student... today... I won't kill you... but next time... my sword will not show mercy..." Zhou Ping lowered his head and sat cross-legged alone in the middle of the sword house. Under the dim starlight, he could not be seen clearly. look.
An Qingyu turned around and looked at him deeply without replying. He turned around and gradually disappeared without a trace along with Lin Qiye's figure.
…
Summer.
Under the silent night, a mountain peak entrenched in an uninhabited mountain range suddenly trembled!
The earth trembled, and the birds flocked,
boom! !
An earth-shaking loud noise suddenly resounded through the sky.
The mountain peak was visibly split in the middle, a phantom-like stream of light illuminated half of the sky, and shadows rose into the sky from within the mountain!
"Hahahaha!! It's out! It's finally out!!"
"Seventeen years!! A whole seventeen years! I can't stay in this cave for another day!"
"Sky! Earth! Pineapple buns! I'm back!!"
"Seventeen years of seclusion, from entering the 'Zhan' realm for the first time to reaching the ceiling of humanity... We should be almost invincible, right?"
"Where's Brother Fang Mo? I've never been able to defeat him before, but now I think I can do it again!"
“…”
These figures fell from the sky crying and laughing, hugging each other excitedly,
They all looked to be in their mid-twenties, tall and strong, with eyes as bright as stars. Their messy long hair was knotted and tangled together, like a group of savages coming out of Shennongjia.
There are no more or less figures, eleven in total.
"Don't get excited! Listen to me!" One of the voices sounded, immediately suppressing all voices. Judging from his appearance, he was the eldest one among them.
"Have you forgotten the words Tianzun left twelve years ago? We are required to cultivate ourselves diligently and improve our strength as soon as possible... If I guess correctly, some serious changes should have occurred in the outside world, which forced Tianzun to delay our exit from seclusion. time limit, because only in this way can we be able to protect ourselves and find Master Qiye again.
Seventeen years have passed in the mountains, which is equivalent to more than five years in the outside world. In five years, many things can happen...
Now that we don’t know the situation outside, we can’t act rashly, do you understand? "
Everyone looked at each other and nodded:
"Second brother, what do you want to do?"
Luan Lie pondered on the spot for a moment, then said: "In this way, the fourth, seventh, and eighth brothers, you are carrying the souls of Jingwei, Blue Bird and Bifang, who are the most agile. You fly out of these mountains first, to the city on the edge. Check with the countryside to find out the situation, and the others will stay where they are.”
"clear!"
Among the crowd, three figures stepped out and turned into three magical birds of different shapes in a flash, flying away in different directions.
"Second brother, I'm so hungry..." A round fat man squeezed next to Luan Lie and said pitifully.
"Lao Wu, please bear with me a little longer... When we find Master Qiye or Brother Fang Mo, they will definitely treat us to dinner." Luan Lie said seriously.
"Really? Can I eat enough?"
"..." The corner of Luan Lie's mouth twitched, "Lao Wu, when you are full, we will probably run out of food throughout Daxia..."
"Oh well."
Luan Lie was about to say something more when he suddenly glanced at the sky from the corner of his eye and froze in place.
"What's wrong with you, second brother?"
"Grandma... Did I stay in the cave for too long and my eyes got blurry?" Luan Lie looked at the starry sky above his head and muttered to himself, "Where's the moon???"