The voice gradually faded away, his body had already lost its temperature, the blood seemed to be drained, and there was no strength in his limbs.
Suddenly, a loud bang came to my ears. He looked up, but it was Yue Jiu who was trying to bump up, hitting the ice layer with his head one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound was like thunder, hitting his heart one after another, blood flowed down the young guard's cheeks, but soon dissolved in the water again.
Yue Jiu's face was whiter than snow, her lips were colorless, like a ghost that just crawled out of the grave. He paddled the water vigorously, his hands and feet were stiff, but he kept repeating that movement, so powerfully, once, again, again...
At that moment, it seemed as if a gap had been opened in the layers of dark clouds, and a ray of bright sunlight pierced into the bottom of his heart, and he suddenly woke up. Those were his subordinates, who had been in his house since he was four years old. It was only right for them to die for him, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with it. But at that moment, he remembered a sentence that girl said to him a long time ago. The girl looked at him coldly with a beautiful face, and said in a deep voice: "No one is born a slave."
No one is born a slave...
With a bang, a stream of fresh blood splashed suddenly, and even in the water, he could still feel the hot smell of blood.
His body was suddenly full of strength again, he swam up immediately, pushed away the bloody Yue Jiu, held Chu Qiao's dagger in his hand, and planed vigorously one by one.
"I can't die!" He whispered to himself, "I can't die, I still have a lot of wishes unfulfilled."
His lungs seemed to be exploding, his body was already frozen, and his wounds were churning with flesh and blood, but he was still mechanically struggling to survive.
I can't die! I can't die! I can't die!
Boom! The whole piece of ice shattered, and the huge buoyancy immediately dragged him up. The sun was dazzling, and the fresh air rushed towards him. He breathed heavily, wishing to take out his lungs.
"Yuejiu!" he shouted loudly, "We are saved!"
He looked left and right, but Yue Jiu was nowhere to be seen. He dived headlong into the water, diving deeper and deeper, and finally found Yue Jiu's body at the bottom of the lake.
The young swordsman was wounded all over his body, his face was livid, his eyes were wide open, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood. He dragged Yue Jiu up with great effort, then pressed hard on the guard's chest, rubbed his face and hands for him, and shouted loudly: "Wake up! I order you! Wake up!"
Zhuge Yue had never cried so presumptuously in his life, but that day, he cried for a slave, crying like a wolf in the vast wilderness.
Three days later, he finally met Yue Qi who survived the catastrophe.
The loyal guards and the remnant moon guards lurking in Yanbei have been looking for him near Chishui for three days. There are more than 20 guards who froze to death because they went to the lake to look for him.
Then, they sent him to Crouching Dragon Mountain when he was dying. Half a year later, he finally recovered, but a fragmented future awaited him.
That morning, he sat for a long time in front of the information that Yue Qi and the others handed back, from sunrise to sunset. The teacher walked in, looked at the Simon's map hanging in front of him, and asked indifferently, "Where are you going?"
It hadn't been like this for many years, he raised his head and said blankly: "Teacher, I have nowhere to go."
The gray-bearded old man smiled kindly, then stretched out his slender hand and smashed the Simon Continent on the map, and said quietly: "Since there is no road, let's open a road yourself."
He looked suspiciously, Da Xia, Yan Bei, Bian Tang, and Huai Song were all shattered under the palm of the teacher, and the map became a big empty hole, leaving only the Quan Rong outside the Great Wall and the sea area in the southeast. , and the vastness of the West.
"Child, there are people beyond people, and beyond the sky, how do you know that this map can only be drawn so big?"
Early the next morning, he received another news that Meng Feng was finally tried by the Dali Court last month, and now the charges have been finalized, and he has been exiled in Qinghai, and now he is probably in Cuiwei Pass.
The light and shadow of the years turned into extravagance on the road ahead. In those dark and cold days, the scimitar in his hand kept swinging out, emitting a powerful and sharp arc, fighting tenaciously against the throat of fate time and time again. Warm blood covered his eyes, but he saw the true meaning of life from the thick blood.
In the early morning of the next day, a Zhenhuang post horse suddenly rushed into Zhuge Yue's other courtyard. The messenger's face was covered with travel dust, his lips were chapped, and his cloak trembled, which was full of yellow sand.
Everyone's faces were ugly, Chu Qiao suddenly understood something, stood up quietly, and left the dining room.
After half an hour, Zhuge Yue was about to leave.
Chu Qiao sent him all the way to the post road outside the North City Gate. It was a bit chilly, Chu Qiao wore a blue cloak, and a circle of white fur surrounded her smooth and fair face, looking clean and elegant, very beautiful.
When they arrived at Shiliting, Yue Qi and the others tactfully retreated, leaving only the two of them. Zhuge Yue got off the horse without saying a word, Chu Qiao followed behind, the outside of the long pavilion was covered with wormwood, the pillars were all stained, and the plaque was crooked, looking desolate and desolate.
"I'm leaving." Zhuge Yue turned around, looked at her quietly, and said flatly.
"Oh." Chu Qiao nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, they always seemed to be like this, after the excitement of reunion subsided, they became more and more distant and indifferent, as if no one knew how to get along with each other, they could only say some very useless scene words.
"Where are you going after I'm gone?"
"Me? Maybe, let's go to Bian Tang first."
"Then what?"
"Then?" Chu Qiao frowned slightly, and after thinking for a long time, she suddenly smiled, "I don't know, maybe I will walk around to see where the food is delicious and where the scenery is beautiful, and I will stop and live for a while. Who knows."
A gust of wind blew, and there was a crisp sound. Chu Qiao and Zhuge Yue looked up at the same time, and saw that there was actually a string of wind chimes hanging on the dilapidated pavilion, which had been battered by the wind and rain for many years, and the color had faded, but the sound was still clear and melodious. , where the wind passes, there is a string of bells.
"Are you going to Yanbei?"
Chu Qiao smiled quietly, "I have lived in that place for many years, and I have seen almost all the scenery that I should see. Besides, I am not in good health now, and I can't stand the cold in the north. I may not even dare to go to Daxia Zhenhuang. gone."
Zhuge Yue nodded, as if he understood something, his movements were a little stiff, and he couldn't utter some words that had been entrenched in his heart for a long time.
These flowery days on the sea are, after all, a dreamlike mirage, which will be broken after time passes. Everything is out of date, even standing here at this moment is a forced helplessness. Everything is doomed, just like the fine sand in your hand, the harder you try to hold it tightly, the faster you lose it.
He was about to walk out, his expression was still aloof and cold, and he didn't even want to say another word.
"Zhuge Yue!"
The woman's urgent voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Her hands were so small and cold, and she grabbed the corner of his clothes with all her strength, revealing a very familiar stubbornness.
"Thank you," she said in a low voice, with a hint of sobs in her voice, "I thought I would never have the chance to tell you again in this life, God bless you, you are safe and sound." Chu Qiao smiled slightly, "Zhuge Yue, I have had many obstacles in my life. I have traveled through many ups and downs. I have done many things and walked many paths. Some were right and some were wrong, but I have never regretted it. I can see my heart clearly, and I do not owe anyone anything. But only you, I owe too much and I can't repay it. Now that you have returned safely, I should have followed you and spent my life repaying your kindness, but now I am no longer the original me. I have experienced all kinds of things. , I no longer have the courage to set foot in it again. In the Battle of Yanbei, General Xiuli died, and the one who survived was just an ordinary woman who lost her dream. I don’t have the ability to stand by your side anymore.”
The wind chimes are still tinkling in the ears, time freezes at this moment, and the reincarnation of fate is like a mocking face, looking at the powerlessness of the world with a sneer.
Chu Qiao suddenly opened her arms and approached from behind, her fingers passed through the crook of the man's arms, her snow-white skin brushed against the soft satin on his body, and the gold thread embroidery caressed her fair wrist. The wind was very quiet, she closed her hands little by little, and tightened them in front of him, then stepped forward in small steps, her cheeks slowly pressed against his back.
A drop of tear meandered down from the corner of his eye, and fell on his navy blue shirt, making a wet pattern.
"Zhuge Yue, I'm sorry." The voice was so low, like a child crying softly in the north wind.
Suddenly there was a burst of clear snow in the sky, which melted before it hit the ground, but when it landed on their shoulders, it piled up quietly.
Skin to skin, breath can be heard, this is the first time she took the initiative to hug him. The years passed between them like flowing water, so many pictures came quietly and disappeared quietly. Fate made a joke with them from the very beginning, and after many twists and turns, they have come to this distance. The dust of the years has covered their faces, and the bloody wind has left, but the shackles of fate are still on them. body.
Pale birds flew across the sky, their wings swept across the end of the sky, they lined up in long rows, and flew all the way to the south, gradually getting far away, and there was no trace of it anymore.
The hug was finally let go, and Chu Qiao withdrew her hand little by little. His clothes were very cold, soaking through her fingers, and his back was still straight, as if nothing in this world could defeat him. He was still so handsome and tall, with a cold aura from his back, almost freezing the surrounding air.
The arms were suddenly empty, Chu Qiao pursed the corners of her lips, and smiled faintly, "Take care."
With a whistling sound, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the distance, and the wind chimes swayed wildly, jingling and clanging.
Zhuge Yue stepped out of the Shili Pavilion, stepped on the withered yellow wormwood with his precious boots, the grass clippings were broken, lying softly on the ground, and the roots were broken when the wind blew.
He jumped on the back of the horse, and the moon guards raised their whips, and the sound of driving the horses came, and the horseshoes flew up, smashing the tranquility of the post road. The long cloak was unfurled, like battle flags, roaring towards the north full of noise and challenges.
He never looked back, he was still so handsome and proud, his back was tall and straight, sitting on horseback, with green fur and black hair like ink, he shuttled into the cold wind, gradually drifting away, galloping all the way, finally Hidden in the billowing yellow sand, the shadow can no longer be seen.
The mist in the morning has not dissipated, and the end of the road is a vast expanse of whiteness. The dead grass on both sides is blown up by the wind, whirling on the ground, and it is not known where it will be blown.
Chu Qiao suddenly remembered that a long time ago, on the Yanbei Plateau, she and the Xiuli Army were framed by Cheng Yuan and fell into the encirclement of Daxia.
That night, she also watched his back quietly like this, watching him disappear bit by bit on the vast snow field. That time, he didn't look back, but walked very slowly, leading the horse, wearing a thick fur, and there was heavy snow in the sky, falling on his eyelashes, it was so cold that he wanted to cry.
In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.