Ye Qiusheng sat on the railing of the plank road.
Tianji Valley is located in the vast valley of poor mountains. The white water turns under the cliffs of thousands of feet, turbulent, and hits the hard cliffs to make a rumbling sound. The water mist shattered and splashed up, and the birds flew through the water vapor. This is a mysterious place that outsiders are not allowed to enter, and the disciples of Tianji Valley are all mysterious.
People in Tianji Valley didn't care much about Ye Qiusheng, the elder brother of the Supreme Sect. These Tianji Valley disciples who wore white cloaks and hoods and always kept their faces hidden, had a vague sense of embarrassment in dealing with people and things. cold.
They claim to be people who watch Reversi from the outside, because they are watching the secrets of the world and they don't bother to talk to others.
But saying so is actually bullshit.
Tianji Valley is also the fairy gate of the Twelve Dynasties, a fairy gate standing on this real land, so there has never been any bullshit outsiders to speak of. Otherwise, why did they appear like gods and ghosts in the early morning mist, and why did the old Buyik Asa pull out his sword desperately in the black king city.
Everyone is a tiny pawn in the chess game of fate.
Ye Qiusheng raised his head and took a sip of his wine.
The turning water under Qianren cliff slapped on the hard stone wall, making a loud noise, and the water mist rolled up, even the plank road was shrouded in misty damp.
Ye Qiusheng was sitting in this vast white mist, expressionless, with one leg crossed on the railing, his right hand holding the knife resting on his knee, and a jar of wine in his left hand.
That was the only jug of spirits left in his own ring.
Just like Baili Shu, these gods and ghosts in Tianji Valley don't drink alcohol. The wine that Ye Qiusheng brought was brewed by Emperor Taishang himself. Taishangzong's wine has no taste at all. In that kind of ice and snow environment, the standard of good wine is strong.
It was so strong that drinking it was like a fire wrapping a knife and rolling down.
It's that strong.
Ye Qiusheng drank this kind of strong wine, gulping it down, sitting on the thousand-foot cliff, like drinking boiled water. There was no expression on his face.
The strong wine rolled down the throat like fire, the blood can be burned, and the soul can be scorched. But Ye Qiusheng didn't feel anything - he just felt cold.
The Kyushu Bank of the Qi and Qin Dynasties burned to the ground in the fire, and the army of the dynasty was gathering. Those "demons" who should have been forgotten in the long seal and forgotten by the world reappeared on the land of the Twelve Dynasties. ... So much so much news, in such a short period of time, can turn the familiar world upside down.
These things were originally things that he knew vaguely.
For such a long time before, he ran around on the land of the Twelve Dynasties all year round and did so many shady things, wasn't it just to stop these things
But now Ye Qiusheng didn't want to deal with these messy things anymore.
His world is actually just that small, and it’s actually not that big.
He is Ye Qiusheng, Ye Qiusheng of the Taishangzong, he grew up in the Taishangzong, in the cold wind that blew people's skin off. It's Taishang's elder brother.
It has nothing to do with him, such as the dynasty, the common people, or the justice of the world.
He has been busy going through life and death to travel the mainland for so many years, but only because he is the elder brother of the Supreme Master and a disciple of the Supreme Master. Taishangzong needed him to be the eyes of the sect, so he grabbed the knife and walked into the vast night, disguised as one identity after another.
It's just because he's a member of the Taishangzong.
It's such a simple reason, such a simple thing.
In the ghost town of Guazhou, in the dim light of the fire, he told Bailishu that he had no father or mother, and that he was called Ye Qiusheng because he was picked up by the bad old man in autumn. But in fact, he just felt envious, but he didn't think there was anything bad about it. He has no parents, and no big relationship.
Taishangzong is his home.
Those younger brothers and sisters who clamored to fight him were his brothers and sisters.
Ye Qiusheng's world has always been like this.
But now, suddenly, someone told him that your name is not Ye Qiusheng, you actually have a name. Your surname is Ji, and you are the noble prince of the Jin Tang Dynasty. When you were just born, you were sent as a pawn to Jiuxuanmen as a seed. The bad old man you complained about killed those who took you away from the dynasty to Jiuxuanmen, and finally left you behind.
"Hold."
Ye Qiusheng cursed softly.
Why didn't the bad old man be a little more straightforward
He is just a person who was thrown out by his biological parents as a pawn, and the blood of the enemy is flowing in his veins. Why doesn't the drunken old man who cut the grass and root out the root understand
Is the old man old? Why couldn't he swing the knife back then.
Since you can't move it anymore, then hide everything well.
Now that all the things are suddenly pulled out again, what the hell is this!
It makes people so aggrieved that they want to find someone to fight for their lives, but they can only cut the knife into the air where there is nothing.
When he raised his head again, Ye Qiusheng found that the wine jar was empty. He cursed and threw the wine jar down from the cliff. The wine jar rolled and collided with the hard rock, shattered in mid-air, and was finally submerged in white mist.
The sound was swallowed by the sound of rumbling water, leaving no trace.
The wine jar was swallowed by water, and Ye Qiusheng suddenly became quiet.
He stared blankly at the eternal water.
From the message from Taishangzong, Ye Qiusheng couldn't see what their attitude was. Just tell him to go back. When all the sects are purging undercover agents, Taishangzong... the bad old man, what are they going to do? What kind of eyes will those fellow disciples who once drank together and cursed the elders' wickedness look at him
Can he still steal the elder's wine in the snow with others again? Are you still cursing and going to the confinement cliff in the back mountain together
Ye Qiusheng closed his eyes.
Only then did he realize that he had been away from the sect for so long, but he could still clearly remember what Taishangzong was like.
The continuous snow peaks, the white snow from the ancient times to the present, reflected the light blue ice in the morning sun, the disciples walking on the stone steps in twos and threes, shoulders and backs, the old man who was always half drunk and half awake...
It's so clear it makes me want to cry.
That was Taishangzong, his Taishangzong, it was... his home.
Ye Qiusheng opened his eyes, dumbfounded.
He has always felt that he still has a family.
But now he doesn't know.
"Ye Qiusheng."
A familiar, indifferent voice with no emotion sounded from behind.
Baili Shu walked out slowly along the plank road, holding the familiar golden longbow in his hand—it's just that the longbow seemed to have changed a little bit, but it was shrouded in golden light so he couldn't see clearly.
Ye Qiusheng turned to look at him.
Bailishu was still the same, not only could he not hear any emotion in his voice, but he also had no expression on his face. Still wearing a snow-white robe, his eyes are like a deep sea covered with ice. The ice on the sea surface can reflect people's shadows, but no one knows what is hidden under the sea.
Ye Qiusheng had the usual loose and frivolous smile on his face.
"Young Master Baili is here. I'm sorry, I didn't notice it immediately. Let's go, it's time for us to leave."
With that said, Ye Qiusheng jumped off the railing neatly, turned around and walked towards the valley.
He was holding a knife, humming a brisk tune, flying in a loose manner, not like a person who cares about things.
"I don't know Ji Guiyun."
Bailishu's voice came from behind, very calm and without waves, as if he was stating an ordinary and trivial matter.
Ji Guiyun.
Hearing these three words, Ye Qiusheng's brisk humming stopped abruptly. With his back to Bailishu, holding a knife, he stood on the narrow plank road, motionless.
The wind rolled up from under the canyon, carrying mist and humidity.
"I only know one Ye Qiusheng."
Baili Shu said softly, he walked forward unhurriedly with his longbow in hand, passing Ye Qiusheng.
"He is the elder brother of Taishangzong."
The moment they passed each other, Ye Qiusheng heard him say that.
The sound of the wind suddenly faded away, Ye Qiusheng raised his head, let out a "ha", and smiled shortly.
He stood where he was, and the young man curled up alone in the cave opened his eyes. The lingering cold quietly subsided a little... Listen, someone told you that they only knew Ye Qiusheng, not some shit like the prince of Jin Tang, not some damn Ji Guiyun...
It's Ye Qiusheng, the elder brother of the Supreme Master!
Under the vast sky, Ye Qiusheng opened his mouth and laughed hysterically.
He laughed so hard that his voice swept towards the boundless sky.
The young man in white robe who had already walked in front of him stopped, turned around and looked at him quietly.
"let's go."
After Ye Qiusheng stopped laughing, he showed Bailishu a frivolous and lazy smile, his eyebrows and eyes were presumptuous.
"Even Qi Qin is in chaos, how can he be absent from this big show?"
"Let's go."
Bailishu looked at him for a while and said.
After leaving Tianji Valley, they will set off in different directions. Bailishu will return to Jiuxuanmen, and Ye Qiusheng will return to Taishangzong.
Looking at the back of Bailishu turning away, Ye Qiusheng suddenly called out: "Mr. Baili."
Baili Shu stopped and turned to look at him.
The sun had already reached the middle, and the young man in white robe was thin and light like a fairy in the dazzling sky light. Ye Qiusheng still had a sloppy smile on his face, but his voice became unusually serious: "Thank you."
Baili Shu nodded.
This time they stopped talking nonsense.
Bailishu with a longbow walked towards Jiuxuanmen, and Ye Qiusheng with a knife walked towards it.
They no longer stay, no longer look back, and rush to this bloody fate.
The sky and the earth are boundless, from ancient times to the present, all those who hold swords always go to the battlefield on a sunny afternoon.
The author has something to say: the second volume, the end.
When I wrote that Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng were separated and went to their own destiny, I couldn't help but sighed. The first volume is the introduction, the second volume is the unfolding, the foreshadowing of the first volume is unveiled in the second volume, those conspiracies in the light and shadow, those young people holding swords, those sighing sect elders.
What unfolded in the end was a bloody war on the land of the Twelve Dynasties. The third volume is the final destiny.
No one side is really right and no one side is really wrong. After so much sacrifice, justice becomes a very painful thing to explain and even distinguish between right and wrong. After everyone stands firm, they can only draw their swords without looking back.
The third volume is the last volume.
Everyone will usher in their final fate in this volume.
They are all people who carry a heavy burden, so they are destined to embark on the final battlefield.
No one backs down, and no one throws in the towel.