The dilapidated inner hall of the ancient temple, the spider silk eaves, the remnants of the clay Buddha, and the dusty yellow silk Buddha cloth are hanging on both sides of the main hall and fluttering back and forth.

In the corner, a slender woman lying on top of a hay robe curled up with her right hand unconsciously curled up and stared ahead for a long time.

Outside the old hall with the remnants of the eaves, the sound of rain can be heard and the noise is still majestic.

There was an uproar, slapping on the bluestone mudstone, and the splash of water resounded in people's ears......

One voice is clearer than the other.

Duanmu Huoran murmured softly: "Yes, yes...... Ah Zi has passed away. ”

Hua Yushi stared at the woman in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and then smiled: "Speaking of which, my disciple of the Dark Cloud Sect did something wrong, and at most he would cut off a finger, but you can kill it with your own hands without hesitation, so it seems that you are much more ruthless than me~"

Duanmu's empty eyes were still looking ahead, and for a long time, he narrowed his eyes.

"I'm a little curious, I want to ask my senior sister when you do it, do you really hesitate for a moment?"

Duanmu's curled up right hand trembled faintly, and his fingers were blue and white.

After a while, she nodded her head very lightly, and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, go back." ”

Hua Yushi couldn't help but sneer: "If it weren't for that day-"

"Phew. ”

On the side of the Buddha cloth raised in the main hall, a medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Duanmu's heart was suffocated, and his eyes were instantly stunned. The moment he looked up, his face was even paler.

Lan Suwan looked at the woman in white on the hay and snow with some blankness.

Hua Yushi turned around when he heard the sound.

The man in blue stood dumbfounded, his eyes red, tears sliding down his neck...... said, "It's Master...... Kill Ah Zi with your own hands?"

Choked up, she said again, "...... A moment of hesitation, nothing?"

Duanmu Xiaoxian's breathing suddenly became chaotic, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the man in blue was drowsy in front of his eyes and mind.

"The people in the fort and the capital...... It's Big Brother Mei and Ah Zi...... ...... trying her best to protect you, Master" Lan Suwan trembled and raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and her voice trembled: "In the end...... They're all dead......"

Tears rolled down her eyes, and Lan Suwan lowered her head and wept, "Brother Mei died to protect Master...... Ah Zi ...... Ah Zi she ...... It's even more Master...... ...... killed with your own hands?"

The voice seemed to be suffocating, and Duanmu Xiaoxian's lips were as white as snow, and his fingers trembled violently.

"I don't understand, I don't understand...... Why did Master want them to die? How could they ...... with Brother Mei's martial arts?" Lan Suwan suddenly cried: "How can you not avoid it?

Covering her mouth firmly, Lan Suwan forced herself not to whimper: "He's so powerful...... It's just a crossbow...... Why, why is this happening......?"

Suddenly sobbing and sobbing.

Duanmu Xiaoxian looked in her direction motionlessly, and his whole body trembled faintly......

"And Ah Zi...... Ah Zi she ......"

"Master, you...... How do you do it?"

"Don't be afraid...... Ah Zi ...... Sad?"

The heart seemed to be pierced by a needle, and the pain was so clear that Duanmu Xiaoxian lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Little Blue ......"

After all, the man in blue whimpered uncontrollably, flustered and at a loss. "I didn't...... I didn't blame Master...... Xiaolan didn't dare to ...... Xiaolan also understood......" As soon as her cry rose, she suddenly cried: "Master is just ...... There are so many people to protect...... I can't take care of them. Stretching out his hand to cover his tearful eyes tightly, Lan Suwan staggered back helplessly.

The shattered medicine bowl at her feet was kicked by her, and it clanged. The viscous medicinal juice was splashed on the ground, and the smell of medicine permeated a corner of the Buddha hall, bitter, rich, heartache, unwillingness, and unavoidance, and could not be dispersed.

Lan Suwan gritted her teeth for a moment, then turned around and rushed out.

Outside the house, it was raining heavily, and the sound of the rain was buzzing and thundering.

The man in blue went straight into the courtyard and rushed in the direction of the front hall of the broken temple without looking back.

"Little Blue ......" Duanmu breathed shortly, his brain was dark for a while, Huo Ran's eyes were frosty white, and he was cold.

She gasped a few times, tried to get up, lost her strength, and finally fell back on top of the snow.

"Little Blue ......"

In a trance, his eyes were closed, and his words were lost in an instant, and his idealism trembled.

"If it weren't for the fact that you knelt down and begged me that day, I knew that you worked hard for your apprentice, and did not hesitate to use your own strength, and now you have killed her and ended up with many years of poison and death, I really thought that you were a master with a ruthless heart~" Hua Yushi looked at Duanmu and whispered "tsk".

"I'm just curious, if she hadn't died and her days were running out, would you still be able to do it? If you had made a mistake with another apprentice or someone close to you, would you have been as ruthless and decisive as you are today?"

Duanmu Xiaoxian's face was as white as paper, and he was silent.

The heavy rain outside the house was like a fall, sinking between heaven and earth, Huo Ran was so cold and lonely.

Hua Yushi's lips were hooked like the moon, and he smiled: "If you don't say it, I understand." The man in the colorful clothes sighed: "Senior sister, treat your own disciple...... It is really admirable to punish and protect to the extreme, but it's a pity that how many people understand you? They accompany you all day long, and they can't understand it, let alone others?"

Covering his mouth and chuckling, Hua Yushi shook his head and said, "Master Su Wan's nephew said that he didn't blame you, but in fact, he already blamed you for his words and deeds...... Senior sister, do you know?"

The man in white suppressed a low cough, and after a long time, he only said again: "You, it's time to go back." ”

……

"Woo-" Lan Suwan ran to the front hall drenched, everyone was surprised, Ye Luye sat alone on the hay mound in the corner and looked down at the bonfire, his face was still sick, pale and obscure.

The man in blue rushed straight into Ye Luye's arms, hugged her and gritted his teeth and cried: "I know why Senior Sister insisted on burying Ah Zi in the Poison Castle Courtyard and refused to take her back to Cloud Valley......

Ye Luye shook for a moment, then lowered his head.

The Shaoyang sword in his hand clenched between his fingers, and a purple hairband wrapped around the hilt of the sword was deep and depressed under the light of the bonfire.

"Because...... Because it's Master...... Are you afraid of Ah Ziwei...... "Master......

Ye Luye grabbed the neatly stacked clothes on his side and draped them on Lan Suwan's body, hugged her tightly with a heavy face, and then said solemnly: "Don't mention it again." ”

Lan Suwan gritted her teeth and muffled, buried her head in her chest, crying speechlessly.

Ye Luye's hand holding the sword was also tightly curled up.

The people in the Shocking Cloud Pavilion in the front hall looked sideways for a moment, and then turned their gaze in a muffled voice.

Elder Xiyuan looked at it expressionlessly and said nothing.

Yingli and Jiuli stood on the side of the back door of the front hall of the broken temple, looking at it for a long time, but also silent.

Yingli held the green jade fan with only half of the handle left in her hand, and she was in a trance and lowered her eyes.

The snow-colored tassel at the end of the fan handle is swaying, clear as glass, white as pure snow.

Just like yesterday.

The next moment, Yingli turned her eyes to look at the rain in the courtyard.

The long carriage covered with several robes was covered with black curtains, and the heavy vermilion coffin was faintly seen hidden in the car, silent.

"Have you served all the medicine of Master today?"

After a long time, Wen Ye Luye asked Lan Suwan, and his voice was calm.

The latter's crying continued.

……

The next day, it was dark and the rain had lightened.

When the time was approaching, Yingli walked quickly to the apse of the broken temple and the front of the Duanmu fairy in her clothes.

"After the Brazilian County is out of Yizhou, the Ling Wang people will not chase after the horse, down the road, to the east to Luoyang, to the southeast can go back to Jingzhou, Mr. is in a coma for a few days before waking up, the body must be unwell, should be to go back to Jingzhou to recuperate in the cloud valley......"

Duanmu bowed his head slightly.

Yingli hugged her sword and said: "Since Mr. Hua Yushi has left last night, Yingli will send ten Yu guards in the pavilion to escort Mr. and Miss Ye back to the valley. Because of the funeral of the son, the young lady could not help but come, so she asked Yingli to leave on her behalf, and after the funeral, the young lady returned to the cloud valley. ”

Duanmu was silent for a long time, and bowed his head again.

"In this way, Yingli and Miss, Jiuli, and the coffin of the elder general of Xiyuan will immediately go east and return to Luoyang......"

Duanmu suddenly muttered: "...... Where is it going back?"

Yingli replied respectfully: "The snow tire plum bone on Luoyang East Street." It was the resting place of the lord and his wife, and it was also the place where the son grew up, and after we discussed with the young lady, we decided to take the son back to the lady and bury him in the plum forest behind the small building of Zhu Mei. ”

Duanmu was in a trance when he heard it. "Yes...... Such. ”

At this time, the long rain was like silk, the sky was not clear, and it was gray as far as the eye could see.

The man in white was lying on the hay fox, and he was silent.

Yingli said again: "Sir, do you have any other instructions?"

Duanmu's heart hurt for some reason, he looked up blankly, looked back at Yingli for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The pavilion master's grace of sacrificing his life to save him...... Duanmu couldn't repay it...... In the first seven years, he came to worship because he was unwell and afraid that he could not afford it...... He will come to Luoyang one day to bow down and bow down......" His voice became softer and softer: "...... To sacrifice the dead. ”

As soon as the words came out, the heartache struck, and the trance was cold.

Yingli Ningsheng: "What the son did, we never dared to put a beak, it was the death of the late son, Mr. does not have to be burdened, and there is no need to be reluctant to worship." No matter what time it is, the Amazing Cloud Pavilion is waiting for you at any time. "Stop, bow down.

Duanmu was stunned.

"I'll leave in a moment. Yingli hugged her sword and bowed her head, and finally said, "Please take care of yourself, sir." Leave. ”

The woman in red saluted again, turned around and left.

It was as if she didn't know what was going on, she just watched and listened. Cautious but at a loss, hesitant but ignorant.

Duanmu subconsciously looked in the direction where Yingli left.

Outside the temple gate, the slight sound of the wheels of the carriage can be heard in the sound of the rain, and the sound of human voices, horses' hooves, and shouts are mixed together, which is the hectic and noisy before the trip.

She turned her eyes to look at the corner of the bridge courtyard where the rain was scattered, and in the noisy and chaotic water vapor and mud, she seemed to be able to smell a faint cold fragrance of Zhu Mei, which was filled with the sound of the shaft, gone with the sound of the rain, and went away with the sound of the wind.

A gust of cold wind blew, cold and thin, and she suddenly trembled with her fingers, startled by the coldness. Involuntarily, he slowly curled up on the hay fox.

In a trance, Zhu Mei was gone, and the cold fragrance was far away.

After that, it was not heard of for many years.