There is someone on the ship, named Dugu Resentment. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info This is a swordsman who wanders on the river all year round and rarely leaves the boat. His sword is fast, so fast that you don't have time to blink, and it makes you feel lonely from the heart. It seems that the world is big, only a ray of sword light in the darkness falls like a firefly to the world, lonely and cold.

To put it bluntly, in Qin Xiaochuan's impression, Dugu is a person who has no friends and does not know the past and future. His people are lonely, the sword is lonely, and the ship is lonely......

It wasn't until someone kicked the curtain open and brought fresh air from the river that the indescribable depression was swept away. Qin Xiaochuan got into the narrow and low black tent, looked around, found an open space without a wine jar and sat down against the cabin. The dim light reflected the four walls made of bamboo strips, casting mottled lights and shadows around the two of them. At this time, the light outside had completely dimmed, and Dugu Resentment, who was carrying the wine jar, slowly raised his eyes.

Dugu Legacy is a handsome man in a black and brown shirt. His black hair was draped in a messy white mess on the back of his head and cheeks, and there was a very suppressed demonic aura around his body, and dark circles under his eyes that had not slept for a long time remained. He slowly looked up and looked at the expression unchanged, but the hand that raised the wine altar suddenly paused.

The river is gentle.

Under the cover of night, the awning boat suddenly shook violently, and under the faint light of the oil lamp, the figures in the cabin swam and staggered several times.

No one spoke, and the strong wind slashed several bamboo bones, causing the canopy on the roof of the boat to tilt to one side. A calm voice said, "Isn't it okay to dismantle the ship on the river?" ”

A jar of wine was accidentally broken, and the slightly sour aroma overflowed. Instantly, the cabin was quiet again.

Dugu returned to his original place and touched the wine jar, as if he had never moved.

Qin Xiaochuan successfully got a jar of wine, broke the mud seal with one palm, poured it down, and his brows immediately jumped. The degree is too low to taste, and the bad wine has a bad review.

"Leave!" Dugu said with hatred.

Qin Xiaochuan came up sleepy, sat down next to him, and supported his forehead with one hand: "I'll sleep for a while." It seemed like it was falling asleep very quickly.

Dugu's forehead was bruised, and his right hand slowly grasped the sword beside him. But listening to the extra even breathing in the air, looking at the extraordinary but seemingly defenseless figure opposite, he just sat motionless all night, and he never made any more movements.

Later, Qin Xiaochuan actually fell asleep.

The oil lamp was extinguished, and the sky was faint.

The fresh river breeze blows through the cracks in the canopy, and the boat rocks rhythmically, all of which describe the silence and tranquility of the early morning.

Dugu's resentment is still in a hangover. Qin Xiaochuan got up by himself, lifted the curtain, stood at the bow of the boat to stretch his waist facing the rising sun, and leaned over to pick up Jiang Xinshui to wash up a little.

When Dugu woke up after rubbing his face, a large bag of crispy fried peanuts with the fragrance of oil was smashing on his legs. The uninvited guest from last night was sitting on the bow of the boat with Erlang's legs crossed, drinking his wine, eating peanuts for breakfast, and raising his hand through the curtain:

"Please. ”

The canopy boat ricketed and docked on the shore.

Qin Xiaochuan pulled strips of cloth and tied up the bamboo bones that were broken last night one by one. Dugu Hate jumped ashore and tied the cable to the trunk of the tree.

This person doesn't really like to pay attention to people.

There are a few scattered villages along the banks of the Hanyue River. When Dugu's resentment passed by downstream, he would also go over to take a look, leave some money, and leave some prescriptions. In this process, Qin Xiaochuan had nothing to do anyway, so he followed from afar. Until he saw several corpses lying on the side of the road in the middle of the mountain.

From the heart, today's Central Plains is ruled by the Tiance True Dragon. This king, who was resurrected from antiquity, did not fully collect the power of the seven stars, but was a rare Ming monarch. During this time, martial arts fighting was reduced to a certain frequency, and some people would patrol the people to eradicate thieves, but famine and disasters were still inevitable in the world.

When Dugu returned the same way, what he saw was the white-haired and white-robed man half-leaning against a tree, his hands folded and reciting the scriptures silently. A faint golden light emerged from the dry bones on the side of the road, swaying like a dead soul, and then flew away from the heavens and the earth. Only at this moment will Qin Xiaochuan's body reveal a little Buddhist aura. And Dugu Hate found out that the uninvited guest who had borrowed it for a night on his boat may be a Buddhist who has a conflict with the demon world.

In the woods, there are a few more lonely graves.

Buddha and demon, looking at each other through the grave.

Qin Xiaochuan wiped the dirt off his hands: "Are you leaving?"

Dugu remained silent and turned around and walked towards the Cold Moon River. When he returned to the boat again, he took the initiative to throw Qin Xiaochuan a jar of wine. Dusk came, and the oil lamps were lit. Dugu looked at Qin Xiaochuan, who had occupied a place on the opposite side and was sitting on his back, and a sentence may have flashed in his mind for a moment: strange people......

But I didn't know that in Qin Xiaochuan's eyes, Dugu's hatred itself was also very strange. While drinking wine, he slowly recalled the plot that happened during this time, and his memory was fixed on the head of Zhu Tian that hung in the public pavilion not long ago.

The canopy boat shook at this moment.

Dugu seemed to be aware of his hatred, suddenly flashed out, and when he came back, there was already a wet woman in his arms. It was a woman with white hair and black lips, and there was blood on her body in addition to the river water, and the wound on her abdomen was soaked in water and had been bleeding.

Qin Xiaochuan raised his hand to press the woman's pulse. Over there, Dugu's resentment has begun to enter the vitality to try to protect the woman's heart. But I don't know if it's because she's too badly injured or if she's dead. Until both of them took off their coats one after another to help the woman maintain her temperature, her breath still weakened little by little, and it was not until later that she stopped bleeding.

The oil lamp quietly burst out a spark.

Dugu Resentment slowly wiped the cold sweat on the woman's forehead with his sleeves.

Time passes slowly. In this wilderness, in the heart of Jiang, where can he find a divine doctor who can bring the dead back to life? Dugu resented that he could not understand medical skills, and although Qin Xiaochuan retained some of his self-healing ability after losing his demon heart, he could no longer use blood to heal people's injuries. The woman's internal organs had already been injured by the sword qi, and in order to protect the fetus in her womb, which was less than a month old, she had exhausted all her strength. But without the mother, can the fetus still survive? At the dying moment, the white-haired woman slowly opened her eyes.

She was wounded in the abdomen, and she had already injured the fetus. There was some movement before, but now I only feel cold in my abdomen.

"Multi-...... Thank you......"

It seems to be the greatest luck that he can be treated before he dies, so as not to become a helpless soul in the river. The white-haired woman's vision was blurred, and she turned from Dugu's resentment to look at Qin Xiaochuan on the other side, but she suddenly had the illusion that what she saw was a warm golden light in the darkness. A glimmer of hope suddenly crept up into her distracted eyes, and she desperately raised her hand: "Help...... He...... Please ...... "At the end of death, golden light emerges, is it the legendary Buddha who saves people from suffering?"

Dugu couldn't help but look at it.

Qin Xiaochuan lowered his head and looked at his sleeves that were being pulled. The white-haired hand was powerless to let go after all, and the white-haired woman's eyes full of anticipation were completely distracted, and her pupils were dilated.

Dead people are nothing to look at, and even the loose skin is a little ugly. But the face of the white-haired woman who was fished up from the river late at night was remembered in Qin Xiaochuan's heart for a long time. He suddenly raised his hand, and the demon green light in his palm flashed for a moment, and he had already held the demon sword with his backhand!

The demon sword has been completely green, the sword is like a branch, and there seems to be a light green vein extending from the hilt to the sword body, and the end of the vein is the place where the demon heart merges. His demon heart was actually not far away from his body, but was fused with the demon sword by the sword master's wonderful technique. It is the power of the same origin, which makes the soul in the sword more powerful and more self-conscious.

As if he had a premonition of what would happen next, the demon sword vibrated and buzzed, dying and struggling, but it was still stabbed into the woman's stomach by a sword, and with a slight stroke, a blurred mass of flesh and blood was immediately wrapped in Qin Xiaochuan's spread coat.

"In which direction is the public pavilion?"

Dugu raised his hand with hatred.

The wind blew and the oil lamp shook violently. Qin Xiaochuan's figure had disappeared from the cabin. At the end of the road, someone asks for help, is it saved or not?

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