In late spring, the peach blossoms are already floating on the plains, and on both sides of the plank road in the deep mountains, the trees have just pulled out tender golden shoots, and many inexplicable red and white wildflowers are also blooming.

Next to the road is a shallow stream, the white stone in the stream lies horizontally, and the clear stream stirs each other, the bank is covered with herbs such as orchid, the long leaves are Lingbo, and the stream is all blue.

Qiu Xin walked to Chu Liluo's side, knelt down, gently stroked his hair, smoothed out the wrinkled clothes, he loved to be clean, and he was elegant and tidy at all times.

Fingers slowly caressed this handsome face, this face that always likes to look at her with a warm smile, why is it so white and cold now, and this lip, the lips that once called her Xin'er gently, why are they embarrassed and chapped now, why have so many things happened when they only left for one night.

Why is it not himself who died, but him, and why does he take away even the last light in his heart? Is this fair?

Tears rolled down drop by drop, I hadn't cried for years, it turned out that this was what it felt like to cry.

"Xin'er still doesn't have a long memory, when no one is around, just call me away from my eldest brother. ”

"What if I say I miss you. ”

"What, Xin'er, do you still want me to wipe your saliva for you? ”

......

A man in white who seemed to come out of the picture scroll was looking at the girl with a sea of flowers around him, and the wind was blowing his restless heart, and at that moment, he heard the voice of his heartbeat.

These memories in the bottom of my heart have turned into sharp fragments, deeply rooted in my heart, and it hurts, this is heartache?

It turns out that the pain on the body can never be compared with the heartache, the former will scar, will heal, so what about the heart? No wonder people often say that mourning is better than heart death, and this is true.

"Xin'er doesn't cry, take good care of herself, and live well. The soft words brushed his ears, Qiu Xin suddenly raised his head, only to see Chu Liluo smiling faintly.

The smile was the same as usual, the same warmth, the same heartwarming, and the same that made her want to cherish it in her mind.

If that's your hope, she'll live well, definitely.

The lips kissed the cold lips gently, love, at this moment, unforgettable, also at this moment, scattered into mud, this is fate, can not break free.

The old drunkard rushed to Qianruo Lake and saw Qiu Xin fiddling with a row of bamboo rafts, on which a man in white was lying quietly, and there were pieces of flower petals scattered next to the man.

"Xin'er ......" The old drunkard patted her on the shoulder, Qiu Xin ignored him, still covered the raft with petals, and said to himself:

He likes flowers, likes to play in the flowers, likes to pick flowers and leaves stained with morning dew to make tea and drink, hehe, what a man like flowers, so kind, so wonderful, so holy, like the warmth of the sun.

Maybe his mission was accomplished, so he went back, old drunkard, you say, if I become an emotionless murderous instrument again, will he come back, smile at me, play the piano for me, and tell me what is right and what is wrong?"

"He wouldn't want to see you like this. The old drunkard looked into the distance and said lightly: "Maybe it is not a bad thing to leave this chaotic place of right and wrong. ”

Qiu Xin stopped what he was doing and smiled: "Perhaps, can you help me push this raft into the lake, only this clear and translucent lake water is the most suitable for him." ”

"Good. ”

"Xin'er, what are you going to do next?" the old drunkard asked in a deep voice as he watched the bamboo raft drift farther and farther away. Qiu Xin evoked a sneer, and his voice was cold: "Zhu Qingyang old demon!"

The old drunkard was expressionless, as if he had expected her to say this, but this matter was not easy, he thought for a moment, and said worriedly: "No matter what, the old demon of Qingyang has strong martial arts, there are few opponents, and the disciples of the nearly five hundred palaces outside the Qingqiu Palace are guarded layer by layer, and it is difficult to break in." ”

Qiu Xin's eyes were gloomy, and his tone was firm: "He, I will kill." Thinking about it again, when fighting with the old demon of Qingyang, he didn't want outsiders to cause trouble, and said, "In the fourth room, there should be some poison and smoke left, and the excess people will be handed over to you." ”

The old drunkard promised that the two looked at each other, and this battle would be won, even if they tried their lives, they would not hesitate to do so.

The old drunkard left first, Qiu Xin passed by the piano, gloomy and sad, hesitated for a while, picked up the piano, and wanted to leave, and a handkerchief fell from the bottom of the piano, on which a poem was written:

"The cloud gate is clear and the moon is clear, and leaning on the river bridge to see the sunset. Qiu Xin silently recited the poem, without thinking about it, folded the veil, put it in his sleeve, and went to the Qingqiu Palace.

The violent sound of "boom" shook the entire Qingqiu Palace, and the palace people were shocked, "What's the matter?" a middle-aged man with red hair asked in a little surprise.

"Back to the right protector, it seems that someone has broken into the palace. ”

"Take someone to find out who is so bold and dares to trespass into Qingqiu Palace. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, after the person who was notified left, Jiang Wentian was puzzled, Qingqiu Palace was hidden in the mountains, unless there were people in the palace, it was difficult to find its exact location......

Aren't those people dead yet?

If this is the case, it is a little tricky, these people are dead soldiers, they are not afraid of death, and they are very difficult, they should come to Qingyang old demon for revenge, Qingyang old demon is narrow-minded, first he can't tolerate Chu Liluo, and he is afraid that he will not let himself go, so it is better to take this ......

The bearded man glanced around, saw that there was no one, walked to the table, and took out a booklet and a jade ornament.

The jade ornament is transparent throughout, the double dragon is entrenched all over the body, and there is a Luo character engraved in the center, this jade is not an ordinary jade, it is a symbol of the identity of the old demon of Qingyang, which is equivalent to the jade seal of the country in the vein of Qingqiu, and the jade will be the new master of the Qingqiu Palace.

Jiang Wentian's face was hideous, the man was unjust, Hugh blamed him for being unkind, so he turned the window and left.

Qiu Xin sneaked into the Qingqiu Palace, saw the palace people running around, busy with the rescue, and knew that the old drunkard had done it, so he went to the place where the old demon lived in Qingyang - Xingxing Pavilion.

The Star Pavilion is located on the edge of the cliff, and it has the flavor of the high and high Qingyun of the Li Palace. The old demon of Qingyang is quiet, there is no guard in a radius of five miles outside the pavilion, maybe this place is hidden, and its martial arts cultivation is extremely high, so it does not need close protection.

Of course, because of her suspicious nature, she didn't want people to get too close, no matter what the reason, it made it convenient for Qiu Xin, and she quickly jumped into the pavilion, hiding her breath, so as not to be noticed.

Seeing Xiao Si walking quickly, he thought that he should report to the old demon of Qingyang, so he grabbed his neck, dragged him to his side, and asked, "Where is the old demon of Qingyang?"

Xiao Si was frightened by her angry eyes, and replied in a panic: "Yes, in the top Fuyang Pavilion." ”

Qiu Xin listened, retracted her fingers, only heard a click, Xiao Si collapsed to the ground, she hurriedly took off the clothes of the people on the ground, disguised herself as Xiao Si, and walked upstairs.

Fuyang Pavilion, the corners of the room stand white marble pillars, the four walls are carved from white stone bricks, the orchids carved from gold are carved between the white stones, bewitching blooming, the cyan gauze curtain ripples with the wind, Qiu Xin stands in this ten-meter-high building, and the word comes to mind: "luxury." ”

A man in his thirties was lying on his side on a white tiger fur recliner, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the people below, his face was not handsome, his cheekbones were prominent, but his eyes were sharp, implying anger, just one glance made people feel cold, and his temples were bulging high, which could be seen that his martial arts cultivation had indeed reached a certain level.

"What's the matter?" The voice was cold, even murderous, Qiu Xin restrained his mind, deliberately lowered his voice, and replied: "Someone blew open the palace gate and broke in." ”

"Where is Jiang Wentian?"

"Nowhere to be found. ”

The old demon of Qingyang frowned, those people are really fateful, Qiyuan Villa, the net of heaven and earth, can survive, but it does not disgrace the name of "Yesheng", so he smiled:

"It's just a few street rats, so there's nothing to be afraid of. ”

When Qiu Xin heard this, he was furious, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what the palace master has to do to expel this group of rats." ”

"Kill. The word was simple and powerful, and a murderous aura rushed towards him, Qiu Xin sneered: "It is indeed a good method, and the subordinates also happen to have the same idea as the palace master." ”

The old demon of Qingyang squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the person, his pace was steady, he came from the mountains and forests outside, but his shoes were not stained with a trace of dust, he was a master, and reprimanded: "Who came here to die." ”

"The one who has come to take the head of your neck. Qiu Xin rose into the air, flew and stabbed the old demon of Qingyang, the old demon of Qingyang leaned to the right, and smiled: "With you, I don't know what is dead or alive." ”

Then, bending the index finger of his right hand and popping out, with a strong force, hit the edge of Lizhuo, the sword body trembled, the old demon of Qingyang saw the opportunity, and slapped a palm on Qiu Xin's right rib, in the blink of an eye, she had flown a few feet away, spitting blood.

"You are not my opponent, I think you have served the Qingqiu Palace for many years, and I hereby allow you to apologize for your sins. The old demon of Qingyang waved his sleeves lightly, and he didn't even look at the person curled up on the ground, and his words were arrogant.

Qiu Xin sneered, supported himself with his sword, and said disdainfully: "The killer only needs to kill the target, why care about his own life, your life, I will decide." ”

Then, he drew his sword again and pounced on the old demon of Qingyang, and before his tricks could be used, the sword face turned sharply downward, cutting a long and deep hole in his thigh.

He staggered, his body shook slightly, as if he was about to fall, and then secretly condensed the internal force on his fingers with one hand, ready to go, unexpectedly, Qiu Xin saw through his plan, flashed behind him, and it was another sword, not giving him any chance to fight back at all.

The sword danced fast and swiftly, and he couldn't see the sword body clearly, only to see the red light, and there were a few more bloody cuts on the old demon of Qingyang.

"Sure enough, there are two hits, and the swordsmanship is good," the old demon of Qingyang swept over the large and small wounds on his body, not angry but laughing, there are not many people who can fight him like this.

Qiu Xin ignored him, he only knew that he had to be fast, and he couldn't let him have time to breathe, otherwise he would definitely die, and he was about to slash the sword towards his heavenly gate, but he saw that the two palms of the old demon of Qingyang were folded into white light, and the five fingers were wrapped in light, as if condensed into two sharp swords, and the cold was pressing.

She was surprised in her heart, how could there be such a peculiar palm technique, and before she had time to think about it, seeing that his two palms intersected, blocking Li Liang's attack, Qiu Xin hurriedly took a step back.

The palm wind is comparable to the Lizhu Sword, so deep internal force!

The white light flashed, and the edge of his palm was like a sword, and it slashed towards Qiu Xin's neck. Qiu Xin erected a sword to resist, the sword Huo Huo, has dismantled a few moves, the two of them are agile, go all out, to be dismantled to more than 60 moves, the sword moves are getting tighter and tighter, and the wounds on each other's bodies have added a lot of new ones, and there is still no winner or loser.

Qiu Xin held the sword in both hands, panting, although the person was not lightly injured, but it was not enough to kill, if he could know where the cover door was, it would be much simpler, but ......

Suddenly, a poem slipped through my mind: The cloud gate is clear and the moon is clear, and leaning on the river bridge to see the sunset, is it the cloud gate cave?

Qiu Xin turned the hilt of the sword, decided to take a gamble, caught a glimpse of the gap, raised his sword and stabbed at the socket under the clavicle of the old demon in Qingyang, and sure enough, he saw a trace of panic in his eyes, and raised his palm to greet him.

It turned out that this guy was in a hurry to kill Chu Liluo because he knew his fate, and snorted coldly, it was time to make an end. Qiu Xin raised his eyes, saw the palm wind coming, and did not dodge, this palm fell firmly on her chest.

The old demon of Qingyang was surprised, slightly distracted, Qiu Xin took out his sword, the wind drove the electric sweep, and went straight through his cover door, the old demon of Qingyang was furious, and slammed her forehead with a palm.

In an instant, Qiu Xinru flew out of the Star Picking Pavilion like a kite with a broken string, and fell straight off the cliff, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned:

It's finally over, and I want to be an ordinary person in the next life.

"Xin'er!" A roar resounded throughout the entire Fuyang Pavilion, and the old drunkard rushed over, but saw that the old demon of Qingyang was dying, and the pear was inserted on his Yunmen acupoint.

And Qiu Xin was slapped by him, knocked off the cliff, and regretted it, after all, he was still a step late, quietly looked out the window, and silently recited a sentence: Let's go, turn around and walk towards the old demon of Qingyang, pull out the pear tree, and slash down.