(As for how Fan Xian would deal with the temple, I thought about it for a long time, and prepared countless philosophical questions including paradoxes and the like, but when I was writing later, I scratched my head, what the hell, we are just noobs, except for playing A bit of a brain teaser, I haven't read many books, how can I have this kind of charm...
In addition to the three major vulgarities, there are still three major vulgarities in my mind, and now I am fighting against the three vulgarities, so let's be more direct, violent, and then... be more tender, sensational, and romantic, and report to everyone, My favorite of Wang Shuo's is the stewardess. )
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Fan Xian's left hand tightly held the iron rod inserted into his chest and abdomen, feeling the bursts of icy cold coming from the metal, and as the blood gushed out, he felt a surge of excitement in his nose and throat. The sweetness of being cold, even the body became cold.
The black cloth that is close at hand is still not stained with a speck of dust, and the plain and immature face without a trace of wrinkles seems to be telling a story that lasts hundreds of thousands of years.
Fan Xian stared blankly at this familiar face, but found that he could no longer find a trace of familiarity from this face. It was obviously the same face, and it was obviously the same black cloth, but he knew clearly that the face in front of him The person in question is no longer Uncle Wu Zhu, at least at this moment, he is not Uncle Wu Zhu.
It is obvious that this person is that person, but this person is not that person. After 20 years of being together, it is as if they meet strangers at this moment. What a sad and depressing thing this is.
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When Fan Xian saw the big box behind Wang Shisanlang, he had a warning signal in his heart. He didn't find the joy of finding Uncle Wu Zhu and fulfilling the biggest purpose of this trip to the temple, because he was keenly aware of a problem. For the temple, Uncle Wuzhu was the most powerful and most experienced envoy at the beginning, but now he is the biggest traitor. Because Uncle Wuzhu protected his mother and himself, the temple did not know how many envoys died under Uncle Wuzhu Since the temple controlled Uncle Wuzhu in the end, how could it be possible to put him in a place where Thirteenth Wang could easily find him.
Unless the temple is sure that it can completely control Wuzhu, it will not care about Wuzhu's movements. It is also based on this judgment that Fan Xian ordered Wang Shisanlang to break out of the temple with the box immediately. He firmly believed that as long as he left the scope of the temple, the temple would no longer be able to control Wuzhu, but it was too late to react to all these.
A black light flashed in the air, the box burst, and Wu Zhu, who was covered with a piece of black cloth, went from behind Wang Shisanlang to Fan Xian in an instant, pierced his body like a shrimp, and It seemed that he didn't know Fan Xian at all, and he never gave up for Fan Xian's mother and son.
The moment he saw the black light, Fan Xian couldn't help thinking of the scene many years ago that Lord Xiao En told. When the gate of the temple opened and the four-year-old ice and snow fairy Ye Qingmei escaped from the temple gate, a black light flashed in the same way. When he came out, he smashed Ku He into a gourd that rolled to the ground with only one move.
Fan Xian stared at the black cloth on Wuzhu's face, felt the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and knew that the temple had probably used some method to erase Uncle Wuzhu's memory again, even... .
Blood gushed out from Fan Xian's lips. His face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm. He raised his right hand quickly and with difficulty, preventing Haitang and Thirteenth Wang from furious attacks in shock.
Because he knew that facing Uncle Wu Zhu, Haitang and Shisanlang Wang had no power to fight back at all. Once they joined the battle group, they would only die. To be able to get out of the most dangerous situation right now, you can only rely on yourself!
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Blood gushed out, and Fan Xian crouched on the iron rod in pain, looking very miserable, but he could still think, he didn't die immediately, and he could even raise his right hand to stop Haitang and Shisanlang Wang from moving in grief. Action, this can only prove that Wu Zhu's extremely powerful and accurate stab did not hit his vitals.
This is a very difficult thing to understand. Who can be spared except for the few great masters in the world who violently kill people in the realm of five bamboos? What's more, Fan Xian was seriously injured and ill. He must have never thought about the temple. Under Wu Zhu's hands, Fan Xian could still survive, so the voices that sounded from all directions fell silent, as if he was waiting for Wu Zhu. Bamboo judges Fan Xian's life and death.
Yes, no one can avoid Wu Zhu's shot, but Fan Xian can!
Ever since Wuzhu gave Fan Xian the kitchen knife in that grocery store, on the cliffs in Danzhou, accompanied by the brackish and humid sea breeze, Fan Xian has been receiving Wuzhu's stick education every day, shivering. After being crushed countless times, the little yellow flower finally became much tougher.
Thousands of times and tens of thousands of shots, Fan Xian had countless times of bruises on his body, but thanks to this, he has the ability to survive in the world, an extremely exquisite body technique, and more importantly, he is the most powerful person in this world. , the person who knows the direction and speed of Wu Zhu's shots best.
It's just that in the tens of thousands of times of education in the past, Wuzhu held the wooden stick in his hand, but today he holds a sharp iron braze in his hand. Fan Xian couldn't completely avoid the thorn, but at the moment before the black light came to his body, relying on his skillful and instinctive avoidance technique, he forced a turn, allowing the iron rod to advance, avoiding his heart and lungs, It looked like blood was gushing out, but in fact it only hurt the heart socket under the ribs.
Wuzhu's head was slightly lowered, and the black cloth was blowing in the cold breeze. There was no emotion on his face, and he couldn't tell whether this peerless powerhouse was surprised that the human being in front of him could avoid his stab. In the eyes of others, he just maintained that movement and pierced Fan Xian on the iron rod.
"My mother won't believe it when I tell you about it." This was what Fan Xian said while coughing up blood.
Just after these words, Wu Zhu was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked indifferently, "What's your mother's surname."
It was this light, just like a ray of light, that instantly occupied Fan Xian's mind, allowing him to see a possibility of survival. He stared at the black cloth firmly and said, "My mother's surname is Ye."
Wuzhu didn't respond.
"You call her Miss." Fan Xian looked at Uncle Wu Zhu with an indifferent face, and for some reason, he felt sad from his heart, more than the pain in the wound, and said in a rustling voice.
Wuzhu still didn't respond.
"Her name is Ye Qingmei, my name is Fan Xian, and your name is Wu Zhu." Fan Xian spat out the bloody froth on his lips, looked at Wu Zhu and said viciously, but touched the wound on his chest and abdomen, causing a sharp pain, It made his eyes go black.
Wuzhu still didn't respond, just like the names he should know the most and are closest to, had already disappeared from his mind. Although he said a word before, his whole body felt a chill , like a piece of black ice between heaven and earth, which will never melt.
Looking at this piece of ice, looking at the black cloth on the ice, Fan Xian seemed to see a familiar soul gradually turning into a spot of light, breaking away from the body in front of him, flying into the mid-air, and gradually turning into nothingness.
This fact made Fan Xian feel endless fear and sadness. He faintly felt that he would never see that Uncle Wu Zhu again in his life. This kind of grief made him forget that he was still pierced on the iron rod. , was about to die from serious injuries, and was about to bid farewell to this world.
For Fan Xian, who has seen the changes of thousands of years, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that when he dies, the closest person he faces cannot recognize himself. He glanced at Wu Zhu in despair, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and knelt powerlessly in the snow.
Wuzhu slowly drew back the iron rod, without even looking at Fan Xian who was kneeling in front of him, bent his elbow, the thin cloth cut the air, and directly hit Shisanlang Wang who finally couldn't help launching a sneak attack from behind Smash it back.
Then the blind man covered with a black cloth walked steadily across the light snow-covered stone platform without any emotional fluctuations. The distance of each step seemed to be calculated. in front of the building, and sat down.
Like a body without a soul, it sits again in front of the ancient iceberg treasure and begins to guard and wait. This waiting will last tens of thousands of years.
Fan Xian's body finally fell into the snow, blood oozing from his body. Haitang half-kneeled beside him, trying in vain to stop the bleeding for him, forcibly suppressing the grief and shock in her heart, but she couldn't suppress the hot tears in her eyes.
Wuzhu didn't attack Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, probably because in the view of the temple, these two companions of Fan Xian can't affect the overall interests of mankind, and it needs these two people to control the existence of the temple. Announcing it to the world is a simple logical judgment that does not involve the rest.
However, Haitang and Shisanlang Wang didn't understand. The two strong men in the human world felt a chill all over their bodies when they saw the blind man sitting cross-legged in front of the building. Especially Haitang, she couldn't understand that the blind master would attack Fan Xian, and she didn't understand why the blind master sat in front of that door, but there was a deep feeling that let her know, maybe in the future In the long years, this Fan Xian's closest uncle, the most mysterious commoner master in the world, may have stayed in the temple, not knowing the years in the mountains.
Fan Xian was about to die, but Haitang felt an uncontrollable chill and bewilderment when she saw the indifferent Wu Zhu sitting like that.
The temple returned to calm, the gentle and peaceful voice without any human emotions sounded again, light snow fell from the sky again, and the surrounding snow mountains shone with crystal light as if they did not exist.
Wuzhu sat in front of the gate indifferently, motionless, indescribably lonely and lonely.
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The snow keeps falling, the cold wind blows, the heart is like rain and snow, loneliness has no beginning, and loneliness has no end. Fan Xian looked at the snow falling outside the tent through the slit that the tent had deliberately opened, with no expression on his face, as indifferent as the blind man in the snowy mountains far away.
Haitang and Shisanlang Wang carried him down the snow-capped mountains and back to the camp after going through hardships. They thought that Fan Xian would not last a day, but they never expected that Fan Xian would survive with his strong vitality.
From the moment he woke up, Fan Xian fell into silence. Haitang and Shisanlang Wang knew that his emotions were complicated, so they didn't try to disturb him, but simply passed out the scene after he passed out. I told it again, but until now, Haitang and Thirteen Lang still haven't figured out why the temple insisted on Fan Xian's death and allowed them to live.
Fan Xian's body was very weak. He had meditated for several days in this place where the vitality of the world was extremely strong, and his body was gradually improving. Because of the massive blood loss this time, it was on the verge of being abandoned. However, Fan Xian didn't feel disappointed or sad at all. He just looked at the wind and snow outside the tent indifferently, and he took care of his body carefully for many days.
According to the original plan, after they left the temple, they had to go south as fast as possible, avoiding as much as possible the heavy snowstorm that would arrive after summer, and the most terrifying polar night. However, because of Fan Xian's injury, and because of Fan Xian's persistence, the camp stayed behind the Daxue Mountain and did not move south.
Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang have become more and more worried these days. Although the trip to the temple was fruitless, at least for them, it is already a great achievement to be able to enter the temple alive and leave the temple alive. It is impossible for them to expect more from an impossible task in the world.
Of course they understood why Fan Xian refused to leave the snow-capped mountain. It was because there was the person he couldn't let go of in the temple in the mountain. However, they really didn't know what mortals like themselves could do in the face of the mysterious temple.
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang are not Fan Xian, so it is impossible for them to see through the truth of the temple. They only know that even a peerless powerhouse like Wuzhu still dare not disobey the order of the temple, and has laid a cruel hand on Fan Xian, who is closest to him. . May I ask, in this situation, what can be done other than the three of us staying on the snow mountain
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But Fan Xian didn't think so. If he wanted to watch Uncle Wuzhu stand alone in the Snow Mountain Temple for thousands of years, he would not do it even if he was killed. Of course, at this time, Fan Xian had vaguely guessed Uncle Wu Zhu's true identity, but he still used the four words "lonely and lonely" to describe Wu Zhu, because he knew that Wu Zhu was different from the temple.
Uncle Wuzhu has feelings and ties, not a cold program, he is a real person, Fan Xian firmly believes this, because in the dark secret room of the Danzhou grocery store, he has seen that flower that is more brilliant than flowers. Smile, and after recuperating in Dadongshan, Uncle Wu Zhu became more and more like a person.
When did this change start, Fan Xian didn't know, maybe it was countless thousands of years ago, the messenger covered with a piece of black cloth, as an envoy of God, wandered among various human tribes and met Too many human joys and sorrows? Perhaps Uncle Wuzhu himself is the most powerful existence in the temple, and during hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, he has embarked on a completely different path from the temple itself? Or is it because several decades ago, suddenly there was an elf-like life, for reasons that no one could know, appeared in the world, appeared in the temple, and in getting along with that little girl, Uncle Wuzhu Be inspired by something
Fan Xian didn't want to pursue this point, and he didn't need to. He only knew that when he was reborn in this world, he was leaning on Uncle Wu Zhu's back, and the first person he saw was Uncle Wu Zhu.
Uncle Wu Zhu's back was warm, and although he had never looked into his eyes, he thought there was emotion.
Fan Xian didn't know how the temple regained control of Uncle Wuzhu, maybe it was similar to brainwashing, maybe it was restarting, maybe it was formatting? In short, the radiance of wisdom and emotion in Wuzhu's body was completely invisible at the moment.
This fact made Fan Xian feel extraordinarily sad and angry. He couldn't just watch this scene happen, and he didn't do anything at all, because to him, the powerful existence of the withered temple was nothing more than Uncle Wuzhu. body, but Uncle Wu Zhu's soul is not found, so if it is said that Uncle Wu Zhu is dead.
More than 20 years ago, in the cleanup operation that the temple and the emperor Lao Tzu joined hands, Wu Zhu killed unknown envoys from the temple, but he was also seriously injured. In the words of Mr. Chen Pingping and Wu Zhu himself , he forgot a lot of things.
This kind of amnesia must have been caused by the means of the temple, but fortunately, Wuzhu forgot some things in the past few years, but he remembered the recent things very clearly. He remembered Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian, but today Snow Mountain Wuzhu in the middle of the night, but he doesn't remember anything.
Fan Xian's eyelids drooped slightly, but an extremely bright light flashed in his pupils. His body was still weak, but his confidence was exceptionally strong. He would not leave the Snow Mountain. He must return to the temple to bring Uncle Wu Zhu to him. return!
Because he didn't die, Wu Zhu's stab didn't kill him!
Fan Xian correctly judged that the temple should not be able to completely control a completely different life like Uncle Wu Zhu. At least those few names, those engraved in Uncle Wu Zhu's life, successfully interfered with the life of Uncle Wu Zhu. Uncle Zhu's actions prevented him from killing Fan Xian.
With Wu Zhu's ability, it was too easy to judge Fan Xian's life and death. However, he let Fan Xian live. This was Fan Xian's current confidence. He believed that Uncle Wu Zhu would definitely wake up one day.
Many, many years ago, Ye Qingmei escaped from the temple with the help of Ku He and Xiao En, and walked southward in the wind and snow. Looking towards the north, he said a word: "He is too pitiful."
Many, many years later, the seriously injured Fan Xian left the temple with the help of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, but he did not leave at all, and he did not sigh, because he would never abandon that poor blind man and return to the temple by himself. The prosperous world.
Ye Qingmei then bravely returned to the temple, took Wuzhu, stole the box, and left again. Fan Xian also had to go back. The past of decades seemed to have fallen into some kind of cycle again, but this kind of cycle did not make people feel the slightest bit boring, and there was only a faint sense of warmth.
When Fan Xian was able to walk, the wind and snow around the snow-capped mountains were already extremely severe. He walked towards the snow-capped mountains for the second time, just like his mother Ye Qingmei's choice back then, because both mother and son were reluctant to part with it. That person... alone. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)