"Master......"

A sentence of Master, like a trance and a dream, waking up with open eyes is still desolate and extremely cruel.

Poinsettia Plum was hot in front of her eyes, but she couldn't even shed tears.

Jiuru's white lips trembled, and then a stream of blood flowed out. Poinsettia Medo tried to tell her to stop talking, but his throat couldn't make a sound, and it was clogged with mucus mixed with blood and tears.

"Master...... I ......" Jiu Rufang's eyes widened, but the bright vitality gradually dissipated, and the pupils gradually diverged, and it was the end of life...... No, I can accompany ...... again."

Poinsettia shook his head vigorously, he bit his lip, his eyes filled with despair, sadness, and fear.

There was like an anxious fire in his heart, crashing against his torso in all directions. He wanted to say a lot of things, but he couldn't say a single one, he wanted to tell her all the words in his heart, but he couldn't!

Jiu Rufang raised his hand with difficulty, still caressing his shoulder as usual.

His gaze touched her gaze, and the silence as warm as water made him stunned for a moment. Then he was like a deflated ball, slumping his weak body.

Jiu Rufang looked at him, and there was a little cherishment and regret in his eyes.

"Master...... You have to live a good life......

"Master...... Master......"

She called him over and over again, but her palms gradually became quicker, and she rubbed his shoulders reluctantly. Poinsettia Mei looked at her, and her heart had already been shattered.

The rain beat them mercilessly, so that the two of them were already soaked with wet cold, like two lonely boats drifting on the ocean.

Poinsettia Mei looked at her closely. The distance of inches is about to separate heaven and man, his heart is empty, and his eyes are also empty, as if he has been completely hollowed out.

Every strand of her voice was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Suddenly, the voice stopped abruptly.

He was stunned, and came back to his senses in shock. At the same time, the fragile hand that was rubbing against his shoulder also fell suddenly.

"Smack" the ground, stirring up a little shallow puddle. Mercury splashed into his eyes, causing ripples and a tsunami-like sea of tears.

His arms around her were only then released, and he grabbed her drooping hand fiercely.

Jiu's flawed expression froze at the last bit of a smile, as if goodbye to his last words. She closed her eyes slightly, as if with the last bit of strength she had held up a gap, to be able to watch her beloved person fade away.

The last call was like a giant bell echoing at this moment, and the drum struck his slumped chest like a muffled thunderbolt.

Unable to suppress it any longer, his throat was broken in an instant, and in the face of the endless wind and rain, he roared with all his strength to the sky.

The sound swirled desolate through the mountains, finally erased by the wind and rain.

He held her hand in one hand, and hugged her tremblingly as if he was afraid that she would run away. His bones seemed to fall apart, his eyes were round, and he looked like he was crazy, as if his mind was broken.

And beyond the ruins, as far as his eyes could see, the man did not know when, and disappeared without a trace.

The mountains are full of him, and he is the only one left, in the withering night, let the wind and rain blow, like a withered old tree.

Blood, soaked the roots of the weeds. Only the bleak wind made the whole night sway, and did not sink.

Since then, on the rivers and lakes, there is no longer the legend of the Yumei swordsman.

............

"After that, I was once sunk. Guarding her grave, I lived in seclusion in the mountains for more than a hundred years. ”

Poinsettia Plum turned around from her gloomy memories and said faintly at the watery night.

Fu Yunge listened stupidly, and a little dark red appeared in his eyes.

The flowers in the vase hung their heads slightly, as if they had fallen asleep. A soothing night breeze swept through a little cool air, blowing the four corners of the table hanging under the table.

Poinsettia Mei looked at Fu Yunge, and there was a drop of water in the corner of his eyes.

Fu Yunge pursed his lips: "...... Senior, I understand why you don't agree with me to worship you as a teacher. ”

Poinsettia Mei lifted her fingers and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He glanced at the faint lights outside, the mountains and the darkness of the distance.

“...... No. I should have come out now. ”

He pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Fu Yunge and said.

"In the blink of an eye, it's another catastrophe. His eyes were full of sighs, not knowing whether he was mourning his deceased, encouraging himself, or both, "Pacing in the shadows, sooner or later he will have to come out on his own." ”

Fu Yunge's eyes widened in surprise, not knowing what Poinsettia Mei was going to do when she said this.

"I've been imprisoned for too long. Poinsettia sighed deeply, "After all this time, I should have figured it out." The flawed grievances should be my resolve, not an excuse for me to escape. ”

Fu Yunge's eyes gradually became hot when he looked at him, and he also felt a shortness of breath.

"If there is no way to recover, make up for it in the future. If there are regrets, they should also be relieved. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to be talking to himself, as if he had been empowered. Fu Yunge looked at him quietly, the two of them who were originally unknown in their lives, how many hardships and lives they had experienced, and finally tonight, they had the same touch.

"Fu Yunge......" he straightened up and walked slowly towards him, "As a teacher, poinsettia plum, I've kept you waiting for a long time." ”