The sword light above the head cuts across, and the ghost below the body devours people, and there is no way to avoid it in the middle.
Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, the "Thousand Catty Pendant" fell faster!
Compared with piercing the heart with a sword, she would rather choose to fall into the mud first, even if she is doomed to die, she will struggle a little longer, even if the death is more ugly, as long as she can live a little longer, she will not hesitate.
She doesn't just live for herself, there are so many people she cares about and people who care about her.
Blood rain all the way, being brave and ruthless for a while is no longer her final choice.
come down! The sound of the wind was violent, and the lights and shadows were chaotic in all directions. Behind him, the ghost of De Wang came forward with his bloody mouth without a tongue.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly his waist tightened and his body stopped, but instead of falling into the smelly and slippery black mud flow as imagined, he still stopped in the air.
Meng Fuyao opened his eyes, and saw a black and red cannonball roaring down from above.
The wind came so fast and violently that Meng Fuyao's hair blew away, and he couldn't open his eyes.
The black and red hurricane rushed straight at her, and didn't stop when it got close to her. There was a flash of red light in its hand, and there was a "snap".
He shattered the ghost of King De who was clinging to her behind Meng Fuyao with his sword!
It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter what kind of ghost you are, as long as you touch Meng Fuyao with a finger, you will be killed!
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stretch out her hand to pull him, when someone suddenly dragged her body into the air, at the same time, a white shadow came down the cliff facing her.
Different from the black shadow that was rushing like a hurricane just now, this white shadow was fast and light, and its movements were generally streamlined, like a dagger with the sharpest lines, the smoothest and most in line with the mechanics of the human body. It minimized air resistance, In an instant, the darkness blew out without hindrance.
Like a sharp scissors meeting the black silk, it cuts down with a "chuck".
But in that flash, the gorgeous man with Liuli eyes and red lips silently appeared in front of Meng Fuyao's eyes, and the long sword clinging to his elbow flashed brightly, cutting off those flying swords all the way. Countless bright sword tip fragments flew out of the air, like shattered camellia petals, flying in the gray-black mist.
A unique way of using a sword, and a streamlined and beautiful figure.
Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly became slightly wet.
The man rushed in front of him, raised his hand, and the one under him raised his hand, the two masters cooperated in an instant, and threw Meng Fuyao up who was about to say hello.
The moment Meng Fuyao threw it, she broke through the boundless gray and black, and saw the light above, but how could she stay out of it, she turned over in mid-air and continued thinking about it, when suddenly a hand stretched out from above, pulled her wrist and pulled her away past.
Meng Fuyao landed on the ground with a bang, and immediately felt that her feet were down to earth. The next moment, she widened her eyes and said in astonishment: "Yunhen, Yao Xun Tiecheng, why are you all in here..."
Those three people glanced at her and didn't speak, they could see that they were very angry with her, Meng Fuyao was helpless, he knew that he was wronged, but he was not in the mood to please her, so he was bored there, thinking for a while and said: "I'd better go down, then Stuff is hard to deal with."
"Don't go." Yunhen held her back, "Brother Zhan has a way to break the formation, but you will distract them if you go."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows.
"Brother Zhan said that his master used to pass through the first two formations in the four realms when he was bored, and knew the key to breaking through the Nine Nether Formation." Yunhen said, "Although this formation is more powerful now, with more sword cliffs, but The method should still be similar.”
"What way?" Meng Fuyao thought in a daze that this damned Jiuyou would drive out all the ghosts that had been killed in the life of those who entered the battle. These things could not be killed and would not die. He will also be exhausted by endless stalking and killing, how can he break it
Those two emperors seemed to have killed more people than themselves, right? He was almost exhausted, what reason did he have to escape
Those souls are immortal, right
Thinking like this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my heart, and a thought flashed vaguely, but it was so fast that I couldn't catch it.
Probably because the thought was too frightening, the consciousness was automatically blocked.
As soon as Meng Fuyao's heart jumped, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Zong Yue rushed up, his tight white clothes were cut in several places, and the sword formation underneath was indeed infinitely powerful, even Zong Yue, the number one killer in the world, the top Famous swordsmen were almost killed.
"Why did you come up?" Meng Fuyao looked at him in astonishment, and before he had time to ask how Zhan Beiye was, he suddenly felt a vibration under his body, and the ground that had just been solid was suddenly changing, gradually showing a jagged cliff face, and the stench The breath and the tumbling mud flow, all over again.
They are still in the gate of death, the formation has not yet been broken, the Jiuyou Great Formation goes round and round, as long as it is not broken, it will never stop!
Meng Fuyao's complexion changed, and he jumped up to take a look. At the foot of the cliff, a black figure was like a flag against the wind, swishing upside down and shooting straight up, while countless struggling ghosts surged underneath, those who turned their heads, those with broken arms, and those with bloody holes in their chests. The whole body is broken... Incomplete, scattered, crooked, crying, whistling and wailing, rushing towards Zhan Beiye!
Zhan Beiye was in mid-air, unable to retreat, and was about to be dragged down by ghosts.
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Meng Fuyao was about to run down just now.
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Zhan Beiye suddenly shouted:
"Want me to die, Cheng!"
"Crack!"
The crimson sword light swept across the neck, and with a swish, the glow like the morning glow burst out. The hot blood in the glow, which was more colorful than the sword energy, flew out pungently, dragging a startling rainbow in the gray and black mist!
Before the startled rainbow dissipated, Zong Yue waved his sleeves, and a white horse flew out horizontally, unfolding in the mist.
Bai Lian's banner fluttered in the wind, and it was dyed bright blood. Under Bai Lian, a black shadow splattered with blood quickly fell!
Meng Fuyao's exclamation stuck in her throat!
Her mind went blank for an instant, and she froze there.
Throwing on the edge of the cliff, she saw the black shadow falling, and the ghosts immediately laughed and screamed and scrambled to squeeze up, wrapping the black shadow in it, tearing their hands and biting their mouths, squeezing into a ball desperately, some of them couldn't get up, squeezed They turned their heads, bumped their legs, and exploded their eyeballs... The black river kept gurgling and making noise until it tore the black shadow into pieces. The ghosts finally fulfilled their long-cherished wish, and gradually sank one by one, disappearing into the endless river of darkness.
The black mud river returned to calm, and the vibrations on the ground gradually stopped. When the last ghost bubbled out of the river and sank completely, there was a loud "boom" from all sides.
Meng Fuyao's body trembled on the flat ground, suddenly he felt light all around him, and his breath became cold, and then he saw the white snow under him, the walls on both sides stood thousands of feet high, and the wind and snow whistling around him, it turned out to be the valley just now.
The first round, Jiuyou, broke.
The formation was broken, Meng Fuyao lay limp on the ground but without joy, struggling to get up, shouting: "Zhan Beiye—Zhan Beiye—"
She screamed desperately, her voice echoed in the empty valley, hit the mountain wall, and the mountain was full of "Zhan Beiye, Beiye, Beiye..."
No one answered from all sides, Zong Yue and Yun Hen looked at her quietly, the air was so cold and quiet, the mountains were silent, the valley was silent, as if the tragic scene of committing suicide in the sky when the ghost approached in the Nine Nether Great Formation just now It didn't happen.
Meng Fuyao sat there in a daze, with an empty heart, and thought about the scene just now for a long time, but suddenly jumped up after a while, and cursed: "Zhan Beiye, get out! If you don't come out, I will never know you again in this life." !"
Someone behind suddenly laughed.
Immediately, a warm and clear voice said: "Hey, you are really stingy."
Meng Fu shook his head and punched out without even punching back, angrily: "You bastard! Scary people don't wear such things!"
The man stretched out his hand to receive her punch, turned his palm back and refused to let go, Meng Fuyao struggled, she didn't have the strength to fight with Zhan Beiye when she was exhausted, her eyebrows raised angrily Said: "Let go!"
The warm hand holding her palm paused for a moment, then gently stroked the slender fingers in the palm with nostalgia, and finally let go, Meng Fuyao looked back and glared.
Behind him, amidst the snow on the ground, was a handsome man in black and red robe with dark eyebrows and eyes as bright as iron. He looked at her deeply, without backing down or apologizing, and said, "Fuyao, I just want to... Look how sad you are for me."
I want to see you worried and sad for me, see you frowning for me, anxious for me, and full of concern for me.
I know... maybe only once in a lifetime.
So I knew I shouldn't make you anxious, but I still selfishly indulged in that moment, and wanted to remember your eyes at this moment more clearly, so that it will last forever in the years to come.
I want to use this kind of daily review to tell myself that there will always be my place in your heart.
Meng Fuyao remained silent, raised his face, avoiding Zhan Beiye's scorching gaze.
This brave and bright man.
This fiery Emperor Dahan.
Since the first meeting in the dense forest of Taiyuan, and now side by side again in the four realms of the sky, this may be the last meeting in a lifetime, she knows it, and he knows it too.
By this time, no matter how laughing and cursing they pretended to be indifferent, they could no longer conceal the desolation that came from the realization in their respective eyes.
She smiled reluctantly, and changed the subject: "How do you know this broken law? It's actually done like the real thing."
"To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell," Zhan Beiye said with a smile, "Isn't obsession in the formation of ghosts just for revenge? Then let them die, once the wish is fulfilled, the resentment will dissipate, and the formation will break down without attack. Back then, my master Chuangzhen, he killed people like hemp all his life, and was entangled by those ghosts intolerably. In a rage, he felt that being haunted by ghosts to death was really shameless, so he returned the knife and wiped his neck, only to find that the group of bastards all retreated after wiping his neck. That's how I found out it was broken."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing: "Oh? Master Leidong broke through this battle, why is no one in the Jianghu heard about it?"
"Of course he couldn't really wipe his neck. In a hurry, he killed a chicken he was bringing to prepare for barbecue, which was a cover-up." Zhan Beiye laughed loudly, "It's really not very pleasant to say, and my teacher cited it as a lifelong gift. Shame, so I never said it to the outside world."
When he spoke, he kept laughing loudly, trying to use his clarity to break through the gloom at the moment, breaking through the always bright and bright Meng Fuyao's brows, but Meng Fuyao's uncertain future and the pool of blood were always weighing heavily on Meng Fuyao's heart, and she was always working hard. Brighter, the smile is still as light as a flower.
Zhan Beiye gradually stopped laughing, he sighed silently, and turned around.
Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly turned to Zong Yue and Yun Hen, seeing them, he couldn't say he was not happy, but in that joy, there was still helplessness.
Those two were silent, one was standing with hands behind his back, the other was sitting cross-legged, the back of one was solitary, and the other was looking at the distant void. Their eyes were no longer on her, but they surrounded her everywhere.
The ends of the earth, only by her side.
No matter if she hits the water and soars upwards, or falls into hell with a sword, no matter when and where, those men who are at the top of the world, regardless of their status or ignorance of power, are always by her side.
These... people who love her.
She didn't want to be involved in any obstacles in her life, but she owed this love debt that could never be repaid in her entire life. She had a pen in her heart, but she was destined to let them rush into nothingness.
Her thoughts are already deep in her bones, written in her eyes and movements, no need for words to be distinct.
The silence at this moment was so heartbreaking, Meng Fuyao turned around, silently took out Lord Yuanbao, took a look, and burst into tears with an "ah".
Master Yuan Bao's belly was stiff, his fur was dull, his whole body had no temperature at all, and he seemed to be dying.
Meng Fuyao stared straight at Master Yuan Bao, tears silently condensed into ice at the corners of his eyes.
"Mice... rats... don't..." She held Mr. Yuan Bao in her hands and murmured, "Don't... don't...don't really show me..."
Tears fell down like ice drops, jingling as they fell on the matted dark hair.
Pressing Master Yuan Bao to his face, and feeling the hard coldness on his cheeks, Meng Fuyao's tone was pleading: "Get up, get up, don't you know how to scold me? Don't you like to provoke me very much?" Get up, get up, from now on, you can scold me or incite me however you want..."
Tears dripped down and fell on the corner of the snow-colored robe. It was Zong Yue who sat down. Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, as if he had met great hope, and he turned around and grabbed his skirt: "Zong Yue, Zong Yue, you are the world Divine doctor, save Yuanbao, save Yuanbao—”
Zong Yue's eyes fell on her severed finger, and then slowly glanced at Master Yuan Bao, and said lightly: "I'm not a veterinarian."
Meng Fuyao stared at him blankly, let go of her hand for a while, but Zong Yue grabbed her hand and said, "Where's your severed finger? Before the formation is activated, I'll find a way to connect it for you."
"Forget it." Meng Fuyao withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "If it is broken, it will be broken. How many things in this world can be broken and then continued? Why should I be an exception?"
Her tone was indifferent, and her eyes were empty. Zong Yue looked at those eyes and was shocked. Just about to say something, Zhan Beiye suddenly heard: "Who!"
At the same time, with a flick of Zhan Beiye's sleeves, a long gust of wind blew up on the snowy ground, mixed with snow and fog, and rushed straight to one direction.
With his skill, apart from the Evergreen Palace Master, even the top ten can block it, but a small black shadow flashed, and something had passed through the gap in his palm, and rushed straight to Meng Fuyao's side.
Meng Fuyao turned his head, saw the thing clearly at a glance, "Hey", his eyes brightened and said: "Black Pearl!"
Heizhu didn't pay any attention to her at all, and rushed straight to Mr. Yuan Bao's body, hugging it and crying without saying a word.
"Squeak squeak squeak..."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak... squeak..."
"Yeah... yah... squeak..."
At first, Meng Fuyao felt guilty listening to it cry, but raised her eyebrows when she listened to it. Is it just crying or mourning? It sounds like a full-time aunt crying. Down to now all life and crying into songs
Hearing that the one was still crying, Meng Fuyao couldn't bear it anymore, and just raised his hand.
"Did you come to cry or save it? The one who came to cry can get lost, and the one who came to save it hastened!"
Hei Zhuzhu took a slap, and then remembered what he was doing here, and hurriedly dragged Mr. Yuan Bao into the snow next to him.
Meng Fuyao didn't know what it was going to do, so he stretched out his hand to stop it, but Hei Zhuzhu gave her a disgusting mouthful of saliva, and stomped on her with his paw. Going down, Meng Fuyao's fingers were trampled flat.
Zong Yue on the side stopped her, saying: "Since this kind of divine beast is born in the same vein, it must have a life-saving method that they only know. Since the black pearl has sensed it and rushed over, let it go."
Meng Fuyao had no choice but to let go, seeing the fat black pearl dragging Mr. Yuan Bao, who had lost a lot of weight in an instant, into a snow cave. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he thought in his heart that he couldn't, he couldn't be so bloody, could he
After thinking about it, so what? Since there are only these two evergreen beasts in the world, they are destined to be together. As long as Heizhu can save Yuanbao, she doesn't mind being a matchmaker...
She felt a little relieved, and heard Zong Yue ask her: "Should I take out that finger this time?"
Meng Fuyao took out his finger, Zong Yue looked at it, and praised: "You know how to freeze it with ice and snow, it's okay, there's still time." After thinking about it, he said in a difficult way, "I came out in a hurry, there are no datura flowers around me... "
Meng Fuyao said calmly: "It's okay."
How many injuries and hardships have I suffered in this life, what is it to sew a severed finger without anesthesia? It is the pain of the body, how can it compare with the pain of the heart? How can it be compared to the moment when you fell down in the blood-stained snow in the valley before, and you were so silent
If it weren't for worrying about losing a part of the finger, it would affect the future shot, and whether it was picked up or not, it wouldn't be so important.
The most important thing in her heart is ahead.
Zong Yue's hands holding her fingers trembled, Zhan Beiye's breathing tightened behind him, Yun Hen turned his head silently, King Kong stood on one leg on his shoulders, with yellow hair facing the sky, staring at him with one eye open and the other closed. Looking at Meng Fuyao, he said for a while, "Okay! From now on, I admire you!"
Zong Yue took out his medical bag, lit the torch to sterilize the utensils, Zhan Beiye and Yunhen both turned their backs, the former was silent for a while, and punched hard so that the snow and mist scattered, but he didn't know what he was angry about.
The air is very still, only the faint sound of snow falling, the subtle sound of knives and needles, the sound of Zong Yue's steady hand rummaging for utensils, and the tense and patient breathing that is holding his breath - that breathing is not an operation without anesthesia Meng Fuyao's is Zhan Beiye and Yunhen's.
Obviously, they were not the one who endured the pain, but they hoped that they could replace her with their own bodies, instead of seeing her pain and paleness, let alone her smile that remained calm and enduring.
They turned their backs to that corner, pricked up their ears, desperately listening to the sounds under the snow cave, and would rather put all their attention on eavesdropping on Heizhu and Master Yuanbao, so as to block the surging heartache.
The sharp needle tip pierces the musculoskeletal, and the heartache of the ten fingers pierces the lungs. It is no different from the knife and the sword. The pain is only in an instant. Yes, like... the love I met along the way.
Tears gradually formed in Meng Fuyao's eyes, and the tears shone in the dark eyes, reflecting the bright red painstaking efforts on the snowy ground.
Those tears are not for the bone-piercing pain of this moment, but for those sad but gorgeous and full encounters in life.
She wanted to remember the heart-burning pain at this moment, and remember that there was someone who had suffered such pain for her, and maybe even, from the moment she met her, the pain had been continuous and dense.
Zong Yue's breathing has always been the calmest one except Meng Fuyao's. His status forced him to maintain a calm state of mind. He was sweating, but the sweat beads gradually soaked out of his head. The sweat beads dripped, and the cold wind blew them into ice beads on the way, and they fell on the snow in strings like teardrops.
For a moment, he envied Zhan Beiye and Yunhen, why is he not the one who is good at medicine? Then he too could turn around and listen to the mouse's corner.
The easiest operation in my life.
The most difficult surgery in my life.
He held the crippled finger as if he was holding his own heart, threading a needle... threading... pulling out a bloody mark... whose heart was bloody... who's heart was marked...
It was suddenly dark in front of my eyes.
In an instant, the four of them thought that they were dazzled by the pain.
However, after that darkness, it never lit up again, and the surrounding sky sank little by little. It wasn't completely dark, nor did it pull down the black curtain of heaven and earth with a whimper, but it was like sinking into the sky and being illuminated by the sun. Like the turbid sea water, as the sun drifts, the light and shadow fade away little by little, as if the latitude and longitude of the light have been taken away by someone, and the vision is empty and chaotic in an instant.
In the chaos, the unexpected sound of the wind suddenly sounded!
wind!
Ubiquitous, ubiquitous, dense as rain, the sound of wind arising from the flat ground!
The sound of the wind seemed to come from nowhere, as if it was generated from the air for no reason, and the star rain in an instant covered this small space indiscriminately.
Almost at the same time, everyone moved.
They all rushed towards where Meng Fuyao was.
Although she couldn't see it, everyone had already remembered her location clearly. However, at that moment, everyone felt that there was a wall in front of them.
A wall rose silently, dividing the space into countless small pieces.
And they were blocked between these walls, those wind noises were still coming in continuously, and when they met the four walls, they reflected and ejected each other. Because of the constant impact, the flight trajectory became more ever-changing and there was no definite rule. It is even more difficult to follow the rules and avoid them.
Several people shouted angrily, trying to rush over this invisible barrier, over this dense and dark environment, but the faster they moved, the faster the sound of the flowing wind was driven, and the more violent the attack, They crossed vertically and horizontally in it, not only could not smash the invisible wall, but also could not get rid of the wind like maggots attached to bones.
Zhan Beiye slammed into the invisible wall fiercely, and shouted: "Fuyao—Fuyao—" The scarlet long sword was pulled out clangingly, and the rainbow lighted up, but was instantly buried by the endless darkness. Holding the sword in both hands, he volleyed vertically With a bang, even the air seemed to be split by him, and the wall seemed to be divided in a trance. Zhan Beiye was overjoyed and wanted to rush over, but just for a moment, like the sharp red light of the sword that buried him, the invisible wall was silent again. Xi stood in front of him, and almost got bloody when he bumped into it.
Yun Hen didn't say a word, and drew his sword with his lips pursed. The blue light of the sword flashed back to those wind noises, and tried to lift the invisible wall obliquely, but it was in vain. He was a quiet man, although anxious but still Calm down, but the one on the shoulder is naturally noisy. Uncle King Kong ran left and right on Yunhen's shoulder, with his yellow hair standing on end, desperately avoiding the wind, while shouting: "Save me! Save me! I'm afraid of the dark!"
It fluttered and flew around, the airflow brought by its wings made the wind sound more urgent, and the cloud traces were hard to guard against. It turned around and slapped the sword, and Grandpa King Kong fell straight down—quiet.
Tie Cheng danced with a long spear loudly. He has a rock-like temperament, and he will not move when he stands still, so the wind around him is not strong. The long spear that he danced so tightly was pulled back, and Tie Cheng shouted loudly. Call: "Master—where are you—"
Yao Xun is the weakest in martial arts among several people, but his lightness kung fu is no worse than any of them. The training of the Nixie tribe since childhood has made him smooth and nimble like a swimming fish, and his movements are not like fighting Beiye Meng Fuyao. Zhou's rumors were not strong, but Yao Xun, who seldom fights, was still very lazy, so he just lay down on the ground, and suddenly felt the wind around him stop, he was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Master! well..."
At this time, if there is a god looking down from the sky, he will see a strange situation. Several people seem to be very close to each other in a small space, but they cannot see or approach each other. Everyone is surrounded. The transparent barrier is separated in the darkness, like a labyrinth. Different people are trying to get out of different rooms. Sometimes it is almost close at hand, and they can touch it with a finger, but they can't get over it. So every time In the room, the shout signs galloped and flew over the battle, creating a great commotion.
There is only one room and it is quiet.
Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao.
The moment the sky darkened, Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao were both sitting, the most inconvenient posture to face the battle. Originally Zhan Beiye and the others were all around to protect the dharma, and they were not afraid of any attack. Separated, by the time Meng Fuyao instinctively wanted to jump up, he was already a step behind.
The sound of the wind was so urgent that it came face to face.
Zong Yue suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed her down.
Then he leaned forward and stood in front of her.
The wind flew over, rushing towards Meng Fuyao from Zong Yue's back, he should be able to avoid it if he flew into the sky, but he only moved his body very slightly, just to block Meng Fuyao, he didn't even put down the knife and needle in his hand.
As soon as the wind stopped, Zong Yue faintly heard the sound of jingling in the chaos, Zong Yue's body shook slightly.
Meng Fuyao woke up immediately and asked, "Are you injured?"
"No." Zong Yue answered simply, even with a bit of sarcasm, "I'm not you, and I lose my teeth and fingers at every turn, dripping with blood."
Hearing his venomous tongue, Meng Fuyao smiled helplessly, neither of them moved, the first wave of wind had passed and was not moved again, except for the heavy darkness, there was nothing unusual for a while, Meng Fuyao wanted to get up, Zong Yue said: "Don't move, let me finish sewing."
Meng Fuyao frowned, thinking how can you sew if you can't see anything? Finger-attaching surgery is delicate work, and modern doctors have to use instruments to operate it. Even Zong Yue is known as a peerless genius doctor, with eyes as sharp as a flying eagle and dexterous fingers, but it would be great to be able to sew it up and make it look. What else can I do
Thinking this way, I suddenly felt that although Zong Yue had a dark and charming face, the medicinal fragrance on Zong Yue's body seemed to be stronger. It is said that he is now the supreme king of a country, and he no longer needs to perform medical skills himself. Why is the medicinal fragrance even stronger? up
Zong Yue on his side tightly grasped her fingers, and the movements of his hands were as usual, steady and light, as if he could see them. Meng Fuyao felt the movements in shock and asked, "Can you see it?"
Zong Yue didn't bother to answer her question at all.
Surrounded by darkness, in a dark environment, under a crisis, the man with a bad attitude focused on connecting her fingers attentively and meticulously.
In the dark environment, one could hear his calm and long breathing, just like his movements, because it was stable and reassuring, Meng Fuyao listened quietly, and suddenly found a trace of tranquility in this turbulent and dangerous road. warmth.
However, a drop of some kind of liquid suddenly dripped on his hand, and his skin became wet.
Meng Fuyao reached out to touch it, but Zong Yue immediately wiped off the wetness with a flick of his sleeve, and said flatly: "Sorry, I'm sweating, you are too uncooperative."
Meng Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she couldn't touch anything with her fingers anymore, she was vaguely uneasy, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a bit more bloody smell in the air, and that smell seemed to be brought by Zong Yue's flick of his sleeve just now
She moved her wrist lightly, trying to get close to Zong Yue's sleeve, but Zong Yue suddenly stepped aside and said, "Don't move!"
His voice seemed to be trembling a little, Meng Fuyao's eyes jumped, and he said: "Doctor Mongolia, be honest and don't play tricks, otherwise I won't care if I can move or not..."
Zong Yue suddenly let go, and said happily, "It's done."
As soon as he let go of his hand, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a heat flow towards her wrist, and Zong Yue's body went limp in an instant. Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to support her, but suddenly something bitter was stuffed into her mouth, and it melted in her throat. , in the darkness, he heard him whispering by the side of his ear: "It has a miraculous effect to activate the blood..."
Meng Fuyao let out a "huh" and raised her hand to try to find out where he was injured, but Zong Yue did not let go of the medicine-feeding hand, and gently stroked her face with his fingers, with light and delicate gestures, as if stroking the most tender Precious porcelain.
In the darkness, the sound of slightly rapid breathing rang beside her ear, the breath was scorching hot, brushing against the side of her neck, Meng Fuyao stepped aside, but Zong Yue said in a low voice: "Fuyao..."
The voice was slightly low and hoarse, and there was a faint magnetism in the low hoarseness. Every word was round and round.
In the dark silence, Meng Fuyao suddenly heard this voice recording a special experience. Meng Fuyao lost his mind for a moment, thinking of meeting that gorgeous man on the top of Xuanyuan Palace, and the man who was bowed by the shocking bow took his body, and the fire on his back ignited. scorching fire.
Completely different from the crystal clear Zong Yue, another person in the same body.
Just like Zong Yue would never speak to her in such a tone in the daytime, but Anmei belongs to the darkness, and belongs to the rippling beauty in the darkness.
"Fuyao..." Zong Yue's tone was soft, as a warm wind blew by, or the clear lake water under the autumn sun shone with golden light, and every ripple of tone was floating and swaying silently.
"Only as a dark charm... I seem to be able to try to get close to you..."
He caressed her face carefully with his fingers, as if he wanted to memorize the contours of Meng Fuyao one by one with his fingertips, Meng Fuyao turned his face away, but he said softly: "Only when you are a dark charm in front of you, can you say something." ... Fuyao, are you still blaming me?"
With a sigh, Meng Fuyao said: "No... the past is over, I never blamed you, we are... friends, forever friends."
"Friend..." Zong Yue seemed to have a silent wry smile, and then said in a low voice, "How long is a lifetime? It's lucky to have met..."
Meng Fuyao raised her head, not letting the tears that were about to flow down the corners of her eyes... How short can life be? How long can a lifetime be? Short as a shooting star, it seems that they met at the beginning of that year, and they will go their separate ways in a blink of an eye; as long as three lives and three generations, the sea and the sky are far away, and the road is hard to move forward, but his direction is out of reach.
"I know you're going to leave eventually." Zong Yue grabbed her and tried to push his fingers away, his lips touched her fingertips lightly, "...let me remember you more clearly..."
The delicateness and lingering belonging to the dark charm, surrounded her densely like a cocoon in the darkness, the slightly cold air turned into water, and wanted to include the beloved woman, but Meng Fuyao just sat, calmly, looking up at the north, Clearly said: "Forget about me, forget about the domineering and arrogant Meng Fuyao, your world is in Xuanyuan, and my path is ahead."
"Forget...it's easier said than done." The man with red lips smiled wryly, how long can a life be? Owning it feels short, losing it feels long, even if the life that belongs to him is not long enough, the torment of lovesickness is enough to stretch the time away, and from now on, every day will be suffering.
But she is on the way, always on the way, the way that cannot be followed.
Sighing softly and not saying anything, Zong Yue quietly stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then went to pull Meng Fuyao's hand. As soon as the hand was stretched out, it was suddenly shaken by a strong force, and it slipped down silently.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao was also shocked.
The air on all sides suddenly thickened, as if it had gained weight for no reason, and in the darkness, in a distant place, there seemed to be a huge vibration faintly, as if a giant from the prehistoric was walking with heavy and slow steps that made the earth tremble, Step by step, approaching.
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On the top of the Nine Heavens, the place where the gods roar, the ice cave is completely bright, reflecting the slightly pale face of the fainted person.
The wind passes through the ice cave that runs through the front and back without any hindrance, howling and harsh, waking up those who are trapped in the darkness.
Before dawn, Changsun Wuji finally opened his eyes slowly.
The first thing he did when he regained consciousness was to shake his left palm immediately, and then let out a sigh of relief.
The silk is still there.
The extreme pain passed, his limbs were already numb, he stretched out his fingers one by one, and let the silk hang down, the handwriting on the silk was well preserved and densely packed.
He glanced over and smiled slightly.
Sure enough, I guessed right.
A record from an old event that no one cares about is the key to unlock the mystery of the patriarch's emergence three hundred years ago.
Three hundred years ago, when the founding patriarch of the Evergreen Temple ascended, the location he chose was the Nine Heavens Peak of Jietian Peak.
He spent the last days of his life on the top of the Nine Heavens.
Ordinarily, the place where the patriarch ascended should be preserved as a holy place, but for some reason, it turned out to be a forbidden place to detain serious offenders after connecting to the Nine Heavens Peak of Tianfeng Peak.
Just like the life of the founder of the teaching, the first half of the brilliance is well known to everyone, but the various generations of hall masters have been keeping secrets before the final ascension. Obviously they should publicize the ascension that they are proud of. It is just a dry sentence: The patriarch succeeded and ascended smoothly.
For many years, no one was able to go up the peak without the order of the palace master, and because of the harsh environment of Jietian Peak, which caused great harm to the body, no one was willing to take the risk of climbing up to blow the wind.
So for three hundred years, only prisoners under torture will be trapped there.
One hundred and fifty years ago, the King Yaksha on the torture rack used all his energy to scream in pain and scream about his fate, but the eldest grandson Wuji one hundred and fifty years later came fully prepared.
Many years ago, a young man who was a prodigy in martial arts, when others had a headache and didn't have enough time to read the vast sea of martial arts books, he completed his progress early and looked around for leisure books in a leisurely manner.
Rather than looking for idle books, it is better to say that he intends to find the unsolved mysteries of the predecessors. When all the disciples accepted the sayings passed down from generation to generation, the young man didn't take it seriously-everything is abnormal, it must be a demon, those hundreds of people The story of years ago must have a hidden story.
In a place like the Evergreen Temple, there are no idle books. After searching all over the hall, I finally found a dirty booklet under the bookshelves in the library, which was used as a footrest.
The booklet is not a book, but just a handwritten miscellaneous note, mixed in a pile of broken books, and thrown away casually. journal.
There is not much content in the booklet, but the words are profound and talented. The only strange thing is that all the blank spaces in the booklet are filled with lotus flowers of all sizes.
The more the lotus is painted, the more vivid it becomes, and the more it is painted, the more beautiful it becomes. Afterwards, it looks a bit bewildering, glowing among those psychedelic words.
And the contents of the brochure also began to be confused in the later stage.
Like a person's raving, or a conversation between two people, or a murmured confession in the middle of the night, with dreamy blur and soft bloom.
The sentences were scattered across the pages, colorful and indistinct.
In the end, even the most intelligent young man couldn't understand the meaning of it.
He just flipped through the booklet, and was gradually shocked by the surprise and bewilderment of the questions and exclamations that seemed to come out of Quiet Night's Mystery. Even if he didn't understand the meaning between the lines, he could still keenly grasp the weirdness hidden in those chaotic sentences. Like a rapid silent beating pulse, ringing deep in my heart, the sound is like an evening bell.
"When will it come out again?... miss her..."
"...she smiles like a flower, and she is so beautiful...it is in my palm, gentle and delicate, let me hold it...my fingers are as long as hers...it is really beautiful..."
"I'm afraid this life won't work... But I hope... I hope that one day..."
One moment is her, another moment is it, the sentence is also strange, a person, as long as a finger
The young man was puzzled and felt weird, so he hurriedly flipped through the pages, but there was another sentence on the last page.
"On the night of the full moon, at the top of the Nine Heavens Peak, the slanting light is shining, and the law is in it."
This sentence is scrawled, mixed in a bunch of strange lines scribbled randomly, and it will be missed if you don't pay attention.
The young man is a caring person, knowing that those things that don’t show any traces are often extremely important things. Following a group of people, the master called him from time to time, which was really inconvenient. Later, he was successful in his studies and went down the mountain early to take on a lot of responsibilities he still had. He rarely returned to the mountain, and occasionally the timing of his return was not right. This matter was put on hold, but over the years, this sentence has never been forgotten.
After many years, he finally responded to the call of God in this way, and unraveled this centuries-old mystery.
The silk is held in the palm, cool and slippery, entwined and entwined, like this fate going round and round, it seems that the road has long been lost, but in fact the corner is just ahead.
As long as you have the heart, you can stand the test of time and hardships, and you can finally break through the barriers of the past.
Regardless of the will of the heavens, the fate of the strong will always be in your hands.
The moonlight and ice light intertwine, a piece of bright white, reflecting the sky like water, in that piece of glass clear world, the blood-stained man unfolded the silk handkerchief in his hand, smiling lightly, as graceful as before.
However, as soon as he smiled, his complexion changed slightly.
In the sound of the wind, not far away, there are whispers, the sound of wind on the sleeves, and the sound of weapons colliding with the ice wall, faintly drifting down the wind.
At the same time, as silent as this one sneaking up without turning into snow and mist, there is also...
murderous look!