"Boom ......"

Black clouds surged across the sky, and a muffled thunder rolled through.

The rain outside the window became heavy again, and the rain poured down from under the green eaves and smashed down to the ground that was already full of muddy water.

The two windows, which were not closed by the wind, shook and made a "clang" sound.

When he heard the sound, he was so frightened that he almost pricked his hand.

Looking at the constantly shaking window, she always felt a little frightened, and hurriedly put down the half-sewn robe in her hand, walked to the window, and pulled the two windows back and closed them.

As soon as the window was closed, the sound of rain outside was not small at all.

The muffled thunder that rolled in the sky from time to time was getting closer and closer, as if rolling on the roof of their house.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Reaching out and gently caressing her unmanifested abdomen, her porcelain face revealed an unprecedented softness.

Perhaps, this is the best gift God has given him.

Newly married in March, I didn't expect that I could get pregnant so soon.

Somehow this morning, she vomited, she invited the doctor from the township to come and see, but the doctor said congratulations one after another. After asking for a long time, the other party smiled and said, you are pregnant.

For a long time, she didn't react, and she couldn't even remember how she paid for the consultation and sent the doctor away.

Seeing sorrow, he was originally an orphan with only a name and no surname.

Since she can remember, she knows that she has no father and no mother, but fortunately she was adopted by well-wishers to survive peacefully in peace.

Later, she met Xie Buchen, who was not a talent at that time, but just the young master of the Xie family, and the two did not have anything to do with each other. It wasn't until the Xie family fell in the middle of the road that Xie Buchen was chased and killed by the enemy, and he happened to be saved by the sorrow, and the two of them formed an indissoluble bond.

Three months ago, they finally settled down in this small village and became married.

As a result, I also had a surname, and from then on I was called "Xie Jianchou".

Xie Buchen is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and he is famous for his talent when he is at home, and he is already a child. Later, he took the county examination and got a show, so he studied harder and harder.

He was reluctant to see sorrow suffer, and once held her hand and said that when he turned back and won a higher fame, he would be able to become an official, and in the future, he would be regarded as an official wife.

Early this morning, Xie Buchen went to the county school to study.

In the past, at this time, he should have come back for dinner, but he just caught up with such a heavy rainy day.

Seeing that he was worried, he brought an umbrella, but most of the road was muddy and the road was not easy to walk, so he did not return for a long time.

When he returned, she told him about the great joy of the day.

With a light smile on her lips, she didn't feel upset when she listened to the sound of the rain around her.

Walking back from the window, seeing that he didn't pick up the needlework again, he glanced at a sword with a shark skin sheath hanging on the wall - this was the only valuable thing in the house, and Xie Buchen desperately wanted to take it away.

She walked to the front of the house, looked at the narrow courtyard door, and watched Xie Buchen emerge from the rain.

This is a very simple farmhouse courtyard, a few big white geese are surrounded by bamboo fences, are happily calling in the rain, from time to time turn their slender goose necks to comb their feathers. Occasionally, I saw that the raindrops that fell were swirled out by the shiny goose feathers, and they were shining.

Through the thick rain curtain, you can see the rolling mountains not far away, deep dark green, wet by the rain, as if it is thicker.

Layers of thunder rolled on the other side of the mountain.

Seeing that he was holding the door frame with one hand and stroking his abdomen with the other, he was hesitating whether to use an umbrella to go to the county school to find someone, and there was a sound of footsteps passing through the rain curtain.

Whoa......

The sound of rain hitting the oil-paper umbrellas is getting closer.

A long figure slowly stood out from the smudged rain curtain, and the rain that slipped down the edge of the umbrella, like a string of beads, kept falling, splashing on the ground, mixed with the surrounding rain.

Xie Buchen's eyebrows are long, his nose is straight, his lips are thin, and there is a line of almost cold arc.

The clammy and cold moisture smeared on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and seemed to add a little frost to it.

The hand holding the handle of the umbrella is the hand holding the pen, slender and fair.

Seeing that he was sorrowful, his face immediately showed a reassuring expression, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked: "You're back." ”

Xie Buchen nodded lightly, his lips parted, as if he was about to say something, and finally pulled out a smile, walked up to the eaves, put away the umbrella, and carefully stood upside down next to the door.

Seeing that he was worried, he quickly let him into the house, and reached out to untie his robe that was already wet outside.

The pale blue robes, wet by the rain, took on a dark green color like the mountains outside.

Seeing that he was afraid that he would catch a cold, he didn't expect that at this moment, his hand was held down by another cold hand.

looked at this hand, and saw Xie Buchen's face with a light smile.

Why do you find it a little strange?

I was puzzled: "Your hands are so cold, what's wrong?"

Xie Buchen shook his head and turned his eyes to look at the furnishings in the room.

It was as it had been when he had left this morning, except for the few clothes that had been laid on the simple square table, some of which had been folded and set aside, and two of which were scattered, one of which had a needle and thread stuck in its sleeve.

Seeing sorrow explained: "The window was not closed properly, it was thundering and raining, I took care of closing the window, and when I came back, I only thought about why you haven't come back yet, and I forgot to continue sewing for a while." But the rest of the clothes, I have already sewn, you can change into them in a while, and in the afternoon the rain is light, and I will continue to go to the county school-"

"Sad. ”

A cold voice, but this time with a strange hoarseness.

Seeing that he thought he was drenched in the rain and contracted by the wind and cold, he was so worried: "Your voice is hoarse, you must be in a hurry to come back, and you are not careful on the road, and you are in a hurry when the rain is heavy." If you can't come back, it's okay to stay in the county school......"

The words were like this, but her heart was sweet.

As he spoke, the smile on his lips widened.

Xie Buchen looked at her quietly like this.

He was soaked, his feet were full of water, the sorrow in front of him was full of eyes, and he was warm when he laughed.

The scene he saw when he returned from the rain today was calmly replayed in his mind, and at the same time, the deafening old voice echoed.

"The Tao is often nameless, although the park is small, the world does not dare to submit. ”

"People are **, they are mortals, their hearts are tied to seven emotions and six desires, and it is difficult to leave wine and wealth. ”

"There are immortal mountains outside the world, and there is a vast sea of clouds. All dust is like a mustard seed, and red dust is vain several times. Ask the people of the world, why don't you take off the roots, and ask the immortals?"

"Cut the root of love, cut off the dust. If you ask for the Tao, you must give up a qiē, how can you prove it?"

How do you prove it?

In just five words, it is like a chasm, isolating the world from the world.

And Xie Buchen must step over.

He raised his hand, his cold hand caressed his warm cheeks, and said with a faint smile: "You are at home, I will come back after all." ”

This hand was so cold that he trembled a little: "Where is there such trouble? But it's good for you to come back, I have something ......."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and the warm palm covered the back of Xie Buchen's hand, and as soon as she touched it, she felt the coldness.

sighed, and was so worried that he forgot what to say: "It's too cold on you." ”

"It's okay, I'm much stronger than you. ”

Xie Buchen smiled, took a step back, turned around calmly, and saw the sword hanging on the mottled wall at a glance.

The jet-black scabbard was covered with flakes of scale armor, but it was still black and shiny, without a trace of dust.

He slowly reached out, took off the sword, twisted it slightly, and then exerted force, inch by inch of cold light burst out, accompanied by the sound of rain and thunder outside the window, people couldn't help but hold their breath.

As the sword body continued to be withdrawn, the faint sound of the sword chant gradually became clearer.

He drew his sword, but it was as if he was about to release something.

Seeing that he looked at him intently, he was thinking about how to tell him that he was pregnant.

"I've had to wipe this sword every day, and it didn't get much dust, but I never pulled it out, it's so beautiful, no wonder you brought it out. ”

Xie Buchen finally pulled out the sword completely, and the blade of the cold light reflected his deep pool-like eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly saw clearly.

These are his own eyes, ruthless, desireless, joyless, melancholy, and reluctant.

People in the world are just dreams of bubbles.

What can't be discarded?

Even if it's ......

See sorrow.

It's just to prove that he has the heart to seek the truth.

His calm eyes flickered away from the frosty blade and landed on his worried face.

The dress is simple, the jinghai cloth skirt, only one face is fair, the narrow eyes are open, and there is an indescribable beauty. Even in such a shabby place, it couldn't hide the light on her body.

Xie Buchen never felt that his wife was so beautiful.

However, such beauty can no longer shake his heart for half a minute.

The ancient well does not wave.

"Sad. ”

He called her name again.

Seeing that he blinked, he walked up half a step and opened his mouth to ask him what was wrong.

But the next moment, the steps taken suddenly stopped.

Severe pain hits.

Sword!

Seeing that he looked down in confusion, he saw the sword on his chest.

She looked at the shiny blade and saw a hand holding a sword.

It was Xie Buchen's hand.

The hand holding the pen, the hand holding the umbrella, the hand holding the sword.

Xie Buchen looked at him indifferently, and the tenderness of the past seemed to pass by and dissipate completely.

This is a cold, hard, affectionate and seemingly ruthless look.

The sword piercing into her chest was like a cold piece of ice, so cold that she forgot about the pain.

The pupils contracted violently, and the two lips opened slightly, confused and frightened.

Xie Buchen was holding the three-foot Qingfeng, and the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng's sword had already sunk into his chest.

Bright red blood smeared along the sharp blade, drop by drop, drop by drop......

Click.

The first drop of blood hit the ground like a bloody chess piece.

Xie Buchen's pale face, which was illuminated by such a bright light, also had a strange blood color.

"You ......"

Seeing that he tried his best to speak, he opened his mouth wide, like a fish thrown ashore, and could only make a faint sound.

Tears glistened under her eyes.

Why......

Xie Buchen took her demeanor into his eyes, but it seemed to be separated by a layer, and he was indifferent.

Slowly, brutally, almost gracefully, he drew the sword back.

Seeing a blood flower splashing on his chest, he couldn't stand steadily.

Xie Buchen looked at it lightly, and the tip of the sword slanted to the ground, allowing the blood on the sword to fall, fainting a small piece on the wet ground.

"I am responsible for you in this life. If there is reincarnation in the Three Realms and Six Realms, in the next life, you can ask me for your life. ”

I am responsible for you in this life.

If there is reincarnation in the Three Realms and Six Realms, in the next life, you can ask me for your life.

Seeing that she couldn't stand steadily, she covered the wound on her chest, and when she looked down, she only saw blood gushing from her fingers.

It was the blood in her heart and the tears in her eyes.

After shaking her body a few times, she finally fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xie Buchen raised his sword, walked out of her side silently.

Her body curled up, her fingers clenching hard, as if trying to grasp something.

However, only a soaked corner of her clothes passed in front of her eyes.

"Brush the ......"

The pouring rain was still falling, and there was still muffled thunder rolling at the edge of the sky.

Outside the small courtyard, the mountains as far as the eye can see seem to be green.

The big white geese in the yard were pacing in the rain, and when Xie Buchen came out, a few of them were about to flutter outside the fence, he didn't look at it much, but raised his eyes to look at the low courtyard wall.

The broken stems of a few dead grasses trembled in the rain.

There was a pale and white-haired Taoist priest on the courtyard wall, standing with his hands in his hands, but his feet were no more than three inches away from the dead grass on the wall, and he was floating on it.

His vicissitudes of gaze, as if reaching heaven, fell on Xie Buchen's body.

The blood on his sword was being washed away by the rain and fading.

Smiling slightly, Lao Dao spoke: "The dust has been cut, and the heart is excellent." He asked for immortals every day, the power of the heavens, there must be a seat for you. ”