When Fan Xian decided to go through the narrow passage under the snow-capped mountain again, the trio broke out in the most intense quarrel since the meeting of the Wudu River. The quarrel stemmed from their differences of opinion. The three of them knew very well why Fan Xian had to return to the temple again, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang knew better. After escaping from the temple, the blind master who attacked Fan Xian for some reason did not directly kill Fan Xian, but if Fan Xian went back again, who knew what would greet him
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were both worried about Fan Xian's life and death, because a fact that made them feel a little complicated was that the temple didn't seem to care about their lives or death, and was just trying to keep Fan Xian in that room forever. inside the temple.
I don't know if it is summer or autumn, the wind and snow in the extreme north are gradually blowing again, and the air is filled with more and more heart-pounding cold. Haitang was wrapped in a thick fur collar, and with those bright but tired eyes open, she sincerely persuaded Fan Xian, "Thirteen Lang and I have actually done nothing during this journey for several months. We can't help you at all. You, but we can't just watch you die."
Fan Xian held a wooden stick tightly in his right hand to help him walk. He listened to Haitang's words, but he didn't respond at all, his face was calm.
"I think we should return to the south as soon as possible. Whether it is going to Shangjing or Dongyi, the Qingshan lineage or the disciples of Jianlu, take them to the temple again, and there must be a greater possibility of rescuing the master." Wang Shisanlang didn't know the true relationship between Wuzhu and Fan Xian, but he knew that Fan Xian cared about that great master, but he couldn't figure out why that great master was under the pressure of the temple, He didn't even have the courage to break through, and even stabbed Fan Xian.
Wang Shisanlang's suggestion at this time is actually safe. Since Fan Xian knows the road leading to the temple, he has prepared for it for several years. With the experience this time, once he returns to the south, he will come north again in the future. It's not too difficult to bring some powerful helpers.
However, after Fan Xian heard Wang Shisanlang's words, his eyes narrowed. The chill was like the temperature in the air, directly covering the faces of his companions beside him. Every word and every word was slow but abnormal. He said firmly: "Don't forget the oath before entering the snow field, except you and me, the whereabouts of the temple must not be known to anyone in the world!"
Wang Shisanlang's complexion changed slightly, but he kept his mouth shut, because this was what he and Haitang had promised Fan Xian, but he didn't know why Fan Xian had the courage to visit the temple again, but he seemed to be concerned about the whereabouts of the temple. It is possible to pass into the world, and feel infinite fear and tension.
"Thirteen helped me up the mountain, so you stop at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and find a way to bring Ah Da and Ah Er to move the camp here." Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the towering snow-capped mountain soaring into the sky. Wei Run, looking at Haitang wrapped in leather jacket, said softly: "You wait for us to come back at the camp."
"Aren't I going up the mountain together?" Haitang said with a slight sense of surprise, her face flushed from the fur.
"Before you said that this trip to the temple was of no help." Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "Actually, without you, I would have died in the ice and snow long ago, so don't say such things in the future. This time Going up the mountain, I'm going to deal with my uncle, neither you nor Thirteen, in fact, there is no way to have any impact on the battle situation."
He slightly apologized and said: "It's a little impolite to say this, but you also know that my uncle is really too powerful."
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang didn't say anything. Fan Xian continued to calmly say, "If I didn't need someone to help me, I wouldn't even take Shisan with me. After a while, the two of us will go up the mountain, and you will wait at the foot of the mountain, ready to respond. If there is any disagreement, we will pack lightly." Li Shan... But don't worry too much, according to the rules of the temple, except for me, as long as you leave the range of the temple, they will not take the initiative to attack."
"If it's a response, how long should I wait for you at the foot of the mountain?" Haitang's eyes flickered, and she asked lightly, but there was a different feeling in her heart. In this mountain temple wilderness shrouded in snow, human beings Martial power seemed so weak, compared to it, the things in Fan Xian's mind were more worthy of relying on.
"Three days... and Thirteen will be in charge of contacting you. If I let you leave..." Fan Xian's eyes suddenly showed a hint of sadness, like a fragile young man, "You must leave immediately, at least ... Also inform my wife and children... what happened to me."
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang fell silent at the same time.
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The more you go up the mountain, the less wind and snow there is. The temple that is deep in the mountains and hidden by the sky and ice and snow is above. The second time I came to visit, I was already an old man, so I naturally knew the old way. Fan Xian supported the wooden stick with one hand and Wang Shisanlang's shoulder with the other, and climbed towards the snow-capped mountain with great difficulty. It didn't take long before he came to the road. In front of the quiet and straight bluestone road.
Wang Shisanlang was carrying a large urn on his back, which looked very heavy, but in the past few months, Shisanlang had been polishing his body and mind in the extremely cold ice and snow, and his mental will was extremely strong, so he didn't care about such things at all burden. Fan Xian looked at his figure, his eyes lighted up slightly, he quickly retracted it, coughed twice and said, "Even if we want to bury your master in the temple and fulfill his will, we must come here .”
After a moment of silence, Wang Shisanlang said: "Don't worry about me. If it's just for this matter, I'll be alone. You seem to have offended the gods in the temple by nature. If I follow you all the way, I will be more dangerous. .”
Fan Xian smiled and scolded, "You heartless thing."
"Master's last order is to scatter his ashes on these bluestone steps..." Wang Shisanlang suddenly sighed, looking at the bluestone steps soaring into the sky in front of him.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, but shook his head: "Master Sword Saint thought this was a divine realm, so he was willing to put it on these bluestone steps. You and I have both been in temples, so naturally we know that it is not a divine realm. Do what he wants?"
"Then what should we do?"
"Go on your back and listen to me later."
From that snowy night a few years ago, Wang Shisanlang, who had just come out of the house, was sent to Nanqing by Master Si Gujian and sent to Fan Xian's side. He was used to listening to Fan Xian, even though Fan Xian regarded him as Friends, but Thirteen Lang definitely did not have much self-consciousness as a partner, maybe because he was too lazy to think about too many complicated things, or maybe because he was dedicated to the sword, he handed over all the things that needed to use his head to Fan Xian, So at this time Fan Xian said to obey him in everything, and Thirteenth Wang naturally listened to him in everything, carrying a heavy urn on his back, supporting the seriously injured Fan Xian, and climbing towards the snow mountain step by step.
I don't know how long it took to climb, but the long blue stone steps finally came to an end. The gray eaves and black walls, the extremely solemn and magnificent temple, once again appeared in front of the eyes of ordinary people in the world. Seeing the true face of the temple, Wang Shisanlang still couldn't help feeling the faint emotional agitation.
Fan Xian's mood was very calm, but the air in his chest was a little agitated, and he coughed violently. The sound of coughing disrespectfully spread across the large platform in front of the temple, and spread far in the mountains and snowy valleys.
Wang Shisanlang glanced at him nervously, thinking that since he was here to steal people, he must be a little self-conscious about picking flowers, why he was so presumptuous, as if he was afraid that the temple would not know that there were people outside.
Fan Xian coughed for a long time, his coughing body bent into a shrimp, almost shattering the wounds on his chest and abdomen, and then slowly straightened up, with his back straight, his pupils shrunk, and looked coldly at the temple above the temple. A large plaque, as well as the word "Don" and the three Ms on the plaque, maintained a heart-stopping silence.
Of course the temple knew that someone was coming from outside, and it must have known at this moment that the target he wanted to eradicate, Ye Qingmei's son, Fan Xian, a fellow traveler from the God Realm, had also come outside the temple. What made Fan Xian feel a little uneasy was that the quietness of the temple at the moment seemed a little strange, and he couldn't help but think of Uncle Wu Zhu's deliberately merciless stab...
The corner of Fan Xian's lips twitched slightly, staring at the thick, dark gate of the temple, he took a deep breath, and uttered a word viciously: "Smash!"
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There are very few mortals who know the whereabouts of the temple, and even fewer people have been to the temple. At least in the past few hundred years, only the great master Boer in the west and Sean Kuhe in the east have visited However, even Boll's wife Fubova did not have the opportunity to travel to the temple. In people's imagination, no matter who came to the temple, they must always be respectful. No one would have thought that someone would smash the door of the temple today.
Breaking in through the door is a rogue's way of doing things. Although whether the thick door of the temple will be smashed is another matter, at least Fan Xian's word has already represented that he is not afraid of angering the temple. He knew that the temple was a dead thing, and there were no emotions that human beings should have.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Shisanlang snorted, and lifted Sigu Jian's ashes urn to his side with one hand, the true energy in his body was unrestrained, and with a whoosh, he smashed the brown urn hard!
There was only a bang, and the urn was smashed into pieces on the thick door of the temple, creating countless smoke and dust, and occasionally a few unbroken bone fragments flew out!
The powder mist formed by the ashes gradually dissipated, and the thick main entrance of the temple was not smashed, but a deep mark appeared, which looked a bit bleak, especially glaring, beside the mark, there was A piece of bone pierced deeply into the door.
Like a sword.
Wang Shisanlang's lips were a little dry, and his eyes were fixed on the bone front, thinking that even if the master died, the remaining bones were still full of sword intent.
This is naturally a feeling of bewilderment as a disciple, but Wang Shisanlang saw Si Gujian's ashes scattered on the main entrance of the temple and on the stone platform. For some reason, he became excited, and the last trace in his heart I don't know where to go with my timidity and nervousness.
Fan Xian suddenly chuckled and said, "If your master knows that his bones can smash the gate of the temple once, I'm afraid his soul will dance around happily..."
These two young men knew Si Gu Jian's intentions very well, so they smashed the ashes urn on the temple door, knowing that it must be in line with the thoughts of that piercing great master.
Thirteenth Wang finally laughed out loud.
The only thing that needs to be considered at this time is that since the door of the temple has been smashed, the temple must have some reaction. Wang Shisanlang took the wooden stick from Fan Xian's hand, lowered his waist slightly, and stared at the temple. door, and began to make preparations for a fierce attack.
However, Fan Xian raised his right hand, stopped his outfit, and quietly waited for the temple's reaction with a half-smile on his face. His heart had already got rid of anything related to fear and gains and losses. Thirteen Lang thought it was an adventure for him to go to the temple again, but he didn't think so, because about the temple, he missed it once and almost died, but he didn't think he would miss it this time, after all, today's god The temple only has the action power of Uncle Wu Zhu, as long as Wu Zhu can be awakened, what kind of thing is the temple...
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The response of the temple was quick, the heavy door was only opened a little, and a strange and terrifying black light and shadow floated out from inside, like a black lightning, and like a touch of night, passing through in an instant The gap between space and time came to Fan Xian.
Clothed with a black belt, holding an iron rod in his hand, he stabbed out with a howl, and no one could stop such a terrifying attack.
Fan Xian couldn't, Wang Shisanlang couldn't, even if Sigu Jian was alive, not to mention that the Sigu Sword between the three of them was just a few broken bones and ashes all over the place.
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However, there was no emotion at all in that handle, it was just that the ruthless iron rod was about to stab Fan Xian's body, then it stopped abruptly!
What a terrifying strength to return to absolute calm from such a fast speed. Fan Xian, however, quietly looked at the familiar relative in front of him, the strange peerless powerhouse, the guardian of the temple envoy, and said, "Are you curious?"
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I don't know if it was because Wu Zhu recognized that the mortal in front of him was the target that the temple needed to clear that day, or because Fan Xian said such a sentence that seemed too strange, but in short, Wu Zhu's iron rod didn't pierce out, it just It stayed in front of Fan Xian's throat.
The tip of the iron chisel was not very sharp, nor did it contain any trembling majesty, it just kept a steady distance from Fan Xian's throat cartilage, and only needed to shake the fingers of the person holding the iron chisel , Fan Xian would die with a broken throat.
Thirteenth Wang watched this scene nervously. He finally believed Fan Xian's words. In front of this strange commoner master, no one could help Fan Xian. The only one who could help Fan Xian was himself after all.
Fan Xian seemed to be unable to see the iron rod under his chin. He just looked at Uncle Wu Zhu who was so close to him, smiled gently, and said softly, "I know you're curious."
"You are very curious, why did you go against your instinctive obedience to the temple old man and let me out of the temple that day when you clearly knew I was not dead?" Fan Xian's eyes were slightly lowered, with gentle eyes.
"You are curious about who I am and why you don't have me in your memory, yet you feel very familiar and close to me when you look at me." Fan Xian's eyes were full of energy.
"You are even more curious, how did I escape your fatal stab that day, you are the envoy of the temple, and I am a mortal in the world, the target that the temple must clear, why do I know you so well..." Fan Xian said slowly As he spoke, he looked at Uncle Wuzhu's indifferent face.
"Of course, please believe me, no one in this world knows better than me what your greatest curiosity is at this time."
"What you are curious about is why you feel familiar and close. What you are most curious about is why you... are curious!"
Seven consecutive sentences about curiosity came out from Fan Xian's thin and pale lips, without any hesitation or hesitation. An indifferent heart covered by a black cloth.
After the seven sentences were finished, Fan Xian felt exhausted and couldn't help coughing twice!
After coughing, his eyes became brighter, and the hope in his heart grew stronger, because no one knew that when Uncle Wu Zhu's iron rod was so close to his throat cartilage, even if he moved a little, he would bleed. Stream on the spot, not to mention a severe cough.
The reason why he didn't die after coughing was naturally because the iron chisel in Wu Zhu's hand was so accurate to an unimaginable level that it followed Fan Xian's body trembling and moving, moving forward and backward accordingly—a cochlear in an instant. Angle means, really powerful!
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Wang Shisanlang began to stare closely at Wu Zhu's hand. When he realized that he couldn't change anything in front of this strange blind man, he began to stare at Fan Xian's body nervously. When Fan Xian coughed, he His heart also turned cold, but then he discovered that Fan Xian was still alive. This fact made him admire Fan Xian to the extreme, and finally understood the reason for Fan Xian's confidence when he disregarded his own and Haitang's opposition under the snow-capped mountains. Where did it come from.
But Fan Xian wasn't nervous at all, wasn't worried about being killed by the blind man in front of him covered in black cloth? Wang Shisanlang didn't believe it, because he clearly saw Fan Xian's hands behind his back were trembling slightly.
Then Thirteenth Wang stepped back a few steps towards the bluestone steps, widening the distance from the two of them. He saw Fan Xian's hand gesture, and worried whether his presence would disrupt Fan Xian's arrangement and let those A blind master has undergone a mutation.
Fan Xian's mood was not completely relaxed. He stared closely at the black cloth on Uncle Wuzhu's eyes, trying to see the question that was constantly turning in the other person's heart from the other person's expression, but after a while, he realized that all this It was all in vain, because Uncle Wu Zhu's face was still so indifferent, and the breath between his brows was still so strange.
It doesn't mean that being cold all the time can be called familiarity, and Wuzhu has only smiled at Fan Xian a few times in his life, but at this moment, Wuzhu's indifference in front of the temple is truly strange.
Fan Xian's heart sank slightly, and his body sank accordingly. He sat down quite naturally, and sat in the shallow snow in front of the temple gate. kill yourself.
Strangely enough, Wuzhu also sat down at the gate of the temple, sitting there alone, as if blocking all prying eyes of the world, the howling wind and snow of a thousand years.
The iron rod was still stretched out straight in Wu Zhu's hand, as stable as his own forearm, resting on Fan Xian's throat, maybe he wouldn't feel tired if he lifted it like this for ten thousand years.
But Fan Xian felt tired, especially when Uncle Wu Zhu sat indifferently, but never spoke. Perhaps the heart in this cold body was warm, but it never warmed up. This fact made Fan Xian feel tired. He didn't know if he could wake up this dearest relative.
He was most good at fighting in his life, and the two most outstanding battles were naturally against Haitang and Emperor Laozi. Haitang was defeated by him in the end, and the mighty Emperor Ruoqing could not survive under Fan Xian's entanglement. It was father and son who turned against each other, but it also made His Majesty the emperor feel so scarred that he wanted to shatter and rest.
Going to the temple again this time to try to wake up Uncle Wuzhu is undoubtedly the most authentic psychological battle, but it is also the most difficult psychological battle in Fan Xian's life, because Uncle Wuzhu is not a mortal, he has everything from body to mind. He is not a mortal, he is a legend, he is cold, he is a program, and most importantly, he has forgotten everything, including himself and his mother...
Wuzhu fell into an eternal silence, which brought incalculable difficulties to Fan Xian's attempt. Without dialogue, how could he know the change in the other party's thinking, how could he take advantage of the opportunity and point directly to his heart? Look at the other person's expression, check the face and look? But what kind of expression did Uncle Wu Zhu have in this life
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"You have been exonerated." After a long silence, Fan Xian sighed extremely sadly, "Fortunately, you are still a legendary figure in the temple, obviously you are of a higher level than that old man in the temple, why you were exonerated Is it white?"
In Fan Xian's view, Uncle Wuzhu, who has feelings, self-consciousness and self-awareness, is a real person, so he is naturally much more advanced than the old man in the temple who controls everything, but still only knows how to obey the four laws of justice. It just seems that the temple has a control method that no one knows about the envoys who go out from now on, otherwise Wuzhu would not become a machine without human touch.
Although Wu Zhu was not too human back then.
"My name is Fan Xian. I said it the other day. Although you forgot, I want to tell you a story. This story is related to you and to me. I hope you can remember something. Of course, even if you remember Get up, maybe you can't break the shackles on your soul, but we have to try."
"At least you don't want to kill me. It's probably something in your instincts, isn't it good?" Fan Xian looked at the cold face of Uncle Wuzhu along the straight iron rod, wanted to smile, but almost cried out, and forced himself deep down. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his inner emotions, and then began to say: "A long time ago, there was a pretty little girl who lived with you in this temple, do you still remember?"
The iron tip in Wu Zhu's hand, which was still in Wuzhu's hand, moved in and out following Fan Xian's deep breaths, miraculously, but it was still attached to Fan Xian's throat, just like the trembling of Fan Xian's throat when he spoke, also Accompanied by the displacement of the iron rod, this movement is extremely small, even so small that the naked eye cannot see it clearly.
Fan Xian ignored how much Uncle Wu Zhu still remembered, calmly and sincerely continued to narrate the story related to Wu Zhu, the little girl who took him away from the temple, they went to Dongyi City together, and saw a Idiot, did some things, then went to Danzhou, met a group of idiots plus a eunuch idiot, and then...
The snow in the sky drifted slowly, bringing an indescribable feeling of sacredness and solemnity to the surroundings of the temple. Perhaps the old man in the temple was urging Wu Zhu to move in a silent way, while Fan Xian coughed sometimes, fell silent at other times, and his unusually hoarse and tired voice seemed to be completely opposite instructions, making Wu Zhu Keeping his current posture, he sat motionless at the gate of the temple.
Gradually white snow covered the bodies of the two of them. Wu Zhu was obviously closer to the temple eaves, but there was more snow on his body, perhaps because his body temperature was relatively low.
The weather was getting colder and colder. The snow on Fan Xian's body melted and flowed down the fur coat. The chill penetrated into his body and made his coughing more frequent. However, his words did not stop at all, and he continued to narrate without stopping. Looking at the past, everything about Wu Zhu's past.
"The picture on that carriage always seems to be rewinding..." Fan Xian coughed twice, and wiped the snot that had turned into ice flakes with the corner of his sleeve. Although he was in a state of embarrassment, the light in his eyes did not weaken at all. He knew This psychological battle was to fight against the temple's control over Uncle Wu Zhu, and he had no room to relax.
"You opened a grocery store in Danzhou, but the business is not very good. It is often closed, and your face is always cold. Of course, no one wants to take care of your business."
Fan Xian laughed sourly, and continued with a hoarse voice: "Of course, I am willing to take care of your business. Although I was young at the time, you often prepared some good wine for me."
As he talked, Fan Xian himself seemed to have returned to his childhood after rebirth. Although the life in Danzhou at that time seemed a bit boring, his grandmother treated him with strictness and kindness, and refused to relax his homework. The common people didn't give him a chance to kill the Quartet. They just practiced the overbearing formula desperately, followed Mr. Fei to dig up the corpses, tried their best to recite the regulations and detailed rules of the Overwatch Council, and also prevented being assassinated...
However, those were the happiest days of Fan Xian's life, not only because of the refreshing sea breeze in Danzhou and the beauty of camellias all over the mountains, nor because of the gentleness of Sister Dong'er and the cuteness of the four maids, The biggest reason is because of the grocery store, the cold blind young servant in the grocery store, the yellow flowers on the cliff, and the education under the stick.
While Fan Xian was narrating, he was a little lost in thought, thinking that when he was a child, he went to the grocery store to steal wine and drink. Uncle Wu Zhu would always cut shredded radishes to serve himself with wine, but he didn't care how old he was. .
As if by a magic trick, Fan Xian took out a radish from his bloated leather jacket, took out a kitchen knife, and began to chop radishes on the bluestone ground in front of the temple. After tens of thousands of years of wind, frost, ice and snow, it is still so smooth. It is used as a cutting board. Although it is a bit stiff, it is not brittle.
The knife flew under the knife, and in just a moment, a frozen crispy radish was cut into very uniform thickness and shredded radish, which was laid evenly on the bluestone ground.
While shredding the radish, Fan Xian didn't speak, but Wu Zhu tilted his head, looking calmly at the knife and the radish in Fan Xian's hand through the black cloth, as if he didn't understand what was happening in front of him.
Cutting carrots at the gate of the temple, if Fan Xian can survive, it must be the most arrogant thing he has done in his life, more arrogant than jumping from the imperial city to kill Qin Ye, and rushing into the palace to beat the old lady A slap in the face is more arrogant, even more arrogant than entering the palace with a single sword and assassinating the emperor Lao Tzu!
However, Wu Zhu still didn't seem to remember anything, just curious about Fan Xian's boring move. Fan Xian lowered his head, sighed, threw the kitchen knife aside, pointed at the shredded radish in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "Back then you always thought my shredded radish was not good, look at what I cut now. How about it?"
Wu Zhu straightened his head, but remained indifferent and silent. Fan Xian felt a deep chill in his heart. He suddenly felt that he was doing useless work. No matter what he did, it was impossible to wake Uncle Wu Zhu. Uncle Wu Zhu was already dead, and he couldn't live anymore
The world was very cold, the temple was very cold, but Fan Xian seemed to have never felt it until now, and shivered all over his body.
He suddenly gritted his teeth hard, blood oozing from the edge of his biting lips, he stared at Wu Zhu fiercely, stared at Wu Zhu angrily, after a long time he calmed down, and roared darkly: "I don't believe this Evil! Don't pretend to me! I know you remember!"
"I know you remember!" Fan Xian's voice was hoarse to the extreme, and he continued to speak, which hurt his vocal cords, "I don't believe you will forget the years of getting along on the cliff, I don't believe you will forget, That night, when you talked about the box, when you talked about the mother, you laughed, did you forget?"
"What about that rainy night? You tricked Hong Sitching out of the palace, and later bragged to me that you could kill him... We stole the key back, opened the box, and you laughed again."
Fan Xian coughed violently, and cursed, "You know how to laugh, why are you pretending to be a dead man here?"
Wu Zhu remained motionless, and the iron chisel in his hand also remained motionless, piercing Fan Xian's throat. The snow was still falling coldly, and there was no movement in front of the temple except for Fan Xian's voice. Gradually, the sky was getting darker, maybe it was night, or maybe it was just the clouds getting thicker, but the snow on Fan Xian's head stopped. up.
With a rustling sound, Thirteenth Wang, covered in sweat, set up a small spare tent on Fan Xian's back, and then pushed it on top of Fan Xian's head, covering him completely. The door was between Fan Xian and Wu Zhu, and he didn't move the stable iron rod.
It was snowing heavily, and Thirteenth Wang was worried about Fan Xian's health, so he went back to the camp as fast as he could after going through a lot of hard work, and took such a small tent to cover Fan Xian from the snow, no wonder he was so out of breath.
Fan Xian may or may not know, because he just stared at Wu Zhu without blinking his absent-minded or indifferent eyes, and spoke desperately in an ugly hoarse voice. Fan Xian is not a chatterbox, but he probably talked more this day than in his entire life.
After Wang Shisanlang finished all this, he glanced at the strange two people at the entrance of the temple with a complicated expression, and sat down on the blue stone steps covered with white snow again.
Really three idiots can do such idiots.
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Day and night passed.
The iron rod in Wu Zhu's hand never left Fan Xian's throat for a day and a night. It seemed that he didn't even know why he didn't want to kill this mortal who talked a lot in front of him.
Fan Xian talked non-stop for a day and a night, as if he didn't even know that his saliva had already dried up. He put aside the food and water that Shisanlang Wang handed over, and when the saliva dried up, he put it aside. After the damage to the vocal cords, he was extremely hoarse, and even the saliva he brought was dyed into powder. His throat began to bleed, and his voice began to be hard to hear. His speech speed was faster than that of a dying The old man is slower.
Wang Shisanlang listened to this strange couple for a day and a night, and he began to listen very seriously, because during Fan Xian's bloody and tearful complaint to Wu Zhu, he heard a lot of truths about the situation in the mainland back then, and he knew many magnificent figures. , he knew more about Fan Xian's childhood and life as a teenager.
However, when Fan Xian began to repeat his life biography for the third time, and for the fourth time he took out a kitchen knife and gestured to cut carrots, hoping that Wu Zhu could remember something, Thirteenth Wang couldn't bear to listen any more.
He sat next to the blue stone steps with his knees folded, looking at the strange and beautiful lights and shadows in the distance of the snow-capped mountains, subconsciously gathered the ashes and ashes scattered around him with his fingers, it was the remains of Si Gu Jian.
When Haitang walked to the entrance of the temple, what she saw was this scene. She saw three people who looked like idiots. Wang Shisanlang was sitting on the blue stone steps in a daze, playing with his master's ashes, Fan Xian But sitting at the door of a small tent like a little country god, talking in a hoarse and ugly voice, speaking vague and incomprehensible content like a bible. But Wuzhu was stretching out the iron rod, motionless, like a statue, and this statue was covered with white snow, without a trace of vitality.
The iron brazing rod lay between Wu Zhu and Fan Xian, as if separating two completely different and untouchable worlds.
No matter whether it is stabbed out or retracted, maybe everyone in the field will feel much better, but it is so cold and stable, lying between the two of them, it is endlessly painful and painful.
One person can't bear to go, but the person who can't bear it still doesn't understand, the most painful thing in the world is this, nothing is more than not understanding.
With just one glance, Haitang knew what happened that day and night, and an uncontrollable sadness welled up in her heart. Until today, she was sure that for Fan Xian, there were always many things that were more important than his life. as important.
"He's crazy." Haitang stared blankly at the obvious ominous blush on Fan Xian's face, listened to his hoarse, slow and indistinct voice, and looked at the blood-colored saliva on Wuzhu's body, and felt a pang in her heart.
Wang Shisanlang stood up with great difficulty, looked at her and said after a moment of silence: "You are all crazy, otherwise why didn't you listen to him and come up?"
"I just think that since he is going to die, I also want to watch him die." Haitang glanced at Shisanlang Wang, lowered her head slightly and said.
"He couldn't hold on for too long. His injury hadn't healed, and he was stabbed with a penetrating wound that day, and he lost a lot of blood. Even if he had to cross the ice sheet and return south, it was extremely difficult, not to mention that he didn't care about it so much. I have to come here to try my own life." Wang Shisanlang turned around and stood side by side with Haitang, looking at Fan Xian who was still trying to wake Wu Zhu up without knowing it, without realizing it, He said calmly: "He talked for a whole day and night, and he was also frozen for a day and night. If this continues, there will only be a dead end."
"Can you persuade him to leave? It seems that Master Blind did not obey the order of the immortal in the temple and killed him."
"It would be better if he killed him, and you don't have to keep hearing his desperate voice like I did last night." Wang Shisanlang suddenly smiled and said, "But I really admire Fan Xian, who treats me so terribly. , is really rare.”
Haitang looked at Fan Xian's pale, blush, extremely haggard and tired face for a long, long time, when suddenly her body trembled slightly, and there was a look in her eyes that was brighter than the mountains and snow valleys.
Thirteenth Wang suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation beside him, and stared at Haitang with wide eyes.
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A puff of blood spurted out, hit the black cloth that was close at hand, and flowed down the cold snow on that cold face, which looked particularly shocking.
However, Wuzhu still didn't move. Fan Xian wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips with great difficulty. Knowing that he had reached the point where the fuel was exhausted, he could not restrain himself from feeling hopeless. The relatives opposite him were still unfamiliar, still cold, still soulless, still... is dead.
Fan Xian couldn't help shivering again. He suddenly thought that Uncle Wu Zhu had been in charge of spreading fire for the temple. He had walked the world for tens of thousands of years. He might have hundreds of thousands of years of memories in his mind. Maybe, Maybe... the unforgettable memories I coughed up blood and recounted this day and night are just extremely ordinary existences to the indifferent body like a snow mountain in the sky in front of me, including the memory of my mother Ye Qingmei!
It's like relying on these ordinary stories to awaken a person who has countless experiences and countless memories. What a childish and absurd idea. When he thinks about it, Fan Xian loses all hope, and despair appears in his eyes.
His voice was a little distorted, and he looked extremely distressed and ambiguous. He yelled at the never-moving Uncle Wuzhu in front of him, "How could you forget me! Do you have amnesia or an addiction?" You! Last time you at least remembered Ye Qingmei, why did you forget me this time?"
The iron rod was close at hand, still at the critical point of the throat. Fan Xian trembled all over, his body stiffened, and he fell into a deathly silence, because he had lost his voice and could no longer speak. His body trembled more and more violently. , the despair in his eyes had already turned into the flames of anger after the madman.
He stared at the black cloth on Wu Zhu's face, a gloomy expression suddenly flashed across his face, and he rushed towards Wu Zhu!
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Fan Xian's body was already frozen stiff. Although he made a pounce, he actually fell straight towards Wu Zhu's position, and his throat hit the iron rod!
The tip of the iron rod retreated quickly, and Fan Xian still fell down, falling hard, so Wu Zhu had no choice but to retreat the iron rod in Wu Zhu's hand, until there was no way to retreat, so he had to let go and let it go. Fan Xian, who was frozen like a popsicle, fell in front of him.
Fan Xian stretched out a hand, and firmly grabbed the corner of Wu Zhu's cloth, the snow fell down. He stared at Wu Zhu's eyes, although he couldn't speak, but the ferocity and confidence in his eyes declared For one fact... you don't want to kill me!
You don't want to kill me, you can't kill me, because although you don't know who I am, you have me in your instinct, your living heart.
"Follow me!" Fan Xian, who had been speechless at first, suddenly lifted his spirits, and said quietly to Wu Zhu, who let go of the iron rod and lowered his head in thought.
With his desperate pounce, he finally pushed away the iron rod between himself and Wuzhu. The distance between the two worlds was so close that it couldn't be any closer. At this moment, Fan Xian made his request.
Wu Zhu was silent for a long time, with no expression on his face: "I don't know who you are."
"When you don't know when, follow your heart."
"What is a heart?"
"emotion?"
"Emotions are just a means for human beings to deceive and anesthetize themselves, and they can only be deceived for a while after all."
"Life is just a lot of moments, and one moment adds another... If you can lie for a moment, you can lie for a lifetime. If you can lie for a lifetime, how can it be considered a lie?"
"But I still don't know who you are, and I don't know who I am either."
"You don't need to know who I am, but if you want to know who you are, you have to follow me. I know you will be curious. Curiosity is only a human being. You are a human being... only people want to know what is on the other side of the mountain." , what is beyond the sea, what are the stars, and what is the sun."
"What's on the other side of the mountain?"
"You have to see it yourself. Since you want to know what is outside the temple, you have to follow me."
"Why are these conversations somewhat familiar... But I'm still a little unclear."
"Don't be at a loss, there will be a flash of lightning, and a thunderbolt will burst from your eyes! Do whatever you think, if you can't think clearly for a while, just follow your heart and leave this temple that doesn't shit."
"But Temple..."
These conversations did not actually happen, at least Wuzhu and Fan Xian who was lying in the snow did not have such a conversation. In fact, after Fan Xian said those three words, the two just looked at each other, remained silent, and then Wuzhu bent down with great difficulty, picked up Fan Xian, and carried it on his back!
Just like the blind young servant carrying the little baby many years ago.
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Fan Xian felt the cold back in front of him, but felt that the back was extremely warm. The expression on his face was very indifferent, because his inner emotions could not be expressed with any expression. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh. Knowing that Uncle Wu Zhu still doesn't remember anything, but he knows that Uncle Wu Zhu is willing to leave this ruined temple with him.
So he wanted to scream happily, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to cry, but he shrank into a ball in the cold, and could only cough desperately, coughing up blood non-stop.
Then Fan Xian saw Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, the two strongest young men in the world, but at this time their complexions were pale and their eyes were radiant, as if they had just experienced the most terrifying thing in the world, the most palpitating What's more, both of them were trembling all over, as if they could hardly control the fear in their hearts.
What kind of things made Haitang and Shisanlang Wang look like this
Wang Shisanlang looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Fan Xian had won, but there seemed to be no joy on his face, only fear and a trace of remorse. He was trembling like Wu's second son, looking at Fan Xian said dryly, "We... smashed the temple."
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(The chapter name is an old book set, the strongest, my name. You can read it if you have time.
ah ah! Roaring again... I am very satisfied with this chapter, because I am obsessed, maybe narrow-minded, but I always believe that people who are creative, courageous, and do not believe in evil or fate... are the strongest. At the same time, I praise myself, I am also very strong, I have not been narcissistic for a long time, let me relive the old shamelessness. ) (, if you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the genuine version!)