Although it is a little reluctant, it is still necessary to separate.

The fat butler of Ling Immortal Pavilion mercilessly instructed Qingqiu to get out of the house if he was sick.

Bu Yangying thought about it and decided to go down the mountain with him.

After all, whether it is a steep mountain road or a rampant bandit, it is a dead end for Qingqiu to be sick.

Shui Ling'er reluctantly took his hand, "Brother Ying, will you still come to Lingxian Pavilion?"

"I, this, I really don't know. Bu Yangying was a little hesitant, but after all, this was the truth.

"Maybe I can go with you?" said Shui Ling'er.

"However, the place I went to doesn't seem to be suitable for you, and the Water Pavilion Lord won't agree to it. Bu Yangying said.

"Where is it?" Shui Ling'er asked with wide eyes, "I'm an old Jianghu," she glanced at Qingqiu with great pride, "There is no place I dare not go." ”

"Little sister," Qingqiu swayed sickly, "I can tell you this, although you are not friendly to me, I will never approve of you going, because the place where your brother Ying is going is a place of exile. ”

"Exile?" Shui Ling'er thought she had misheard, "That's not where the exiled prisoners are kept, how did you live there?" she looked at Bu Yangying suspiciously.

Bu Yangying nodded to her to confirm, "Yes, I came from the penal colony and I am going back now, there is only cold and north wind, there is only one flower there that has not withered for a thousand years, that is, snowflakes, and you will never see the rest of the flowers and plants again." ”

Shui Ling'er wanders the rivers and lakes all year round, and she has never been to the penal colony, and she has never thought about it.

I heard from my mother that there were only the cold and the prisoners of the Seven Kingdoms, and it was located in a remote area until the end of the world. The environment is incomparably desolate, and the people there are incomparably miserable.

She looked at Bu Yanyin with great distress, thinking to herself that he didn't know how to suffer there.

The shadow brother I finally got acquainted with was actually from there.

"You, maybe you can stay in Ling Immortal Pavilion. Shui Ling'er said happily, "Brother Ying, your swordsmanship is very similar to our swordsmanship in Lingxian Pavilion, if you stay in Lingxian Pavilion, my mother and my uncle will definitely like you." ”

Bu Yangying shook his head gently, "Brother Ma Xian, no, Ling'er, don't run around in the rivers and lakes in the future, after all, there are too many dangers, you should stay here and accompany your mother." ”

"However, if I stay in Lingxian Pavilion, my mother may marry me to someone from the Flame City in the Western Realm. She said sadly, "Brother Shadow, what should I do?"

"What's wrong with marrying the Western Realm?" Qingqiu couldn't help but interject when he was sick, "You are the daughter of Shangguan Yunfei, the county lord of Jinwu City, isn't it reasonable to marry the prince of Yanhuo City, your child will be the patriarch of the two major families of Shangguan Dugu in the future, enjoying endless glory and wealth, and the silk and satin that can't be worn......"

"Shut up," Shui Ling'er unceremoniously interrupted Qingqiu was sick. "Open your big and small eyes, does this girl look like a person who covets glory?"

Qingqiu was sick and had already discovered that this wild girl dressed as a man was even more tattered than the person who had suffered in the attic. "Are you going to marry your shadow brother?" he said in surprise, as if he had made a great discovery, and looked the two of them up and down, left and right.

"Smack. Shui Ling'er looked at Qingqiu's sick chest is a pink fist, but she blushed. "Let you talk nonsense, I didn't fly today, my skin is itchy, isn't it?"

"Okay, good, you will be better than your mother in the future, it's not okay to count me wrong," Qingqiu was sick and begged for mercy, but still broke his mouth, "Since you don't marry him, why do you want to go to the penal colon?"

"Who is going to the penal colon?" Shui Ling'er didn't know that Qingqiu was ill, and said stubbornly, "I won't go there, hmph, I'm going to find my mother, and I won't send the two." ”

Bu Yangying had no choice but to say goodbye to her.

Saying that he would not send it, Shui Ling'er stood at the highest point of Lingxian Pavilion and watched them disappear into the lofty mountains of Penglai Mountain.

"Brother Shadow, do you blame my brother," Qingqiu said to Bu Yangying on the way down the mountain, "I bet that if I hadn't said that, the girl would have dared to go to the penal colony with you." ”

"No, I also want to thank you. Bu Yangying leaned against the cliff to bypass the steep cliff, "Maybe it's quite appropriate for her to marry the son of the Flame City, better than if I have nothing." ”

"Brother Shadow, isn't it vain," Qingqiu enlightened him when he was sick, "Don't forget, you are also the son of the Northern Underworld." Hey, poor little girl doesn't know. ”

"I, I'm a fake. Bu Yangying said, "I'm just the adopted son of the North Underworld. ”

"Do you really think so?" Qingqiu looked back at him when he was sick, "Have you looked at yourself carefully, have you carefully studied the genealogy of the Buyang family, you don't, are you a kid." ”

Bu Yangying didn't understand what he was going to say.

"But I have, do you understand, boy, guess what I found?" Qingqiu turned around and continued to stagger down the mountain, "I found that no matter how good you are in appearance and character, you are even more like a member of the Buyang family than your eldest brother. ”

"Do you have a basis?" asked Bu Yangying.

"Basis? You ask me to be the basis, my God, this kind of thing in the world can only be asked by people who are both serious and old-fashioned except for you, what basis do you need?"

"According to you, I'm Bu Yangchen's biological son?"

"No, you're definitely not," Qingqiu picked a few pine needles and rubbed them in his hand, "If you were Bu Yangchen's own son, he would definitely choose you as his heir, rather than let you go to exile." ”

"I don't understand this, since you say that I am a member of the Buyang family, and you say that I am not the son of Buyangchen, where else can I come from?"

That's the question, and I don't understand it. Qingqiu had to slow down when he was passing through a steep slope, "The bigger question is, your sword?"

"My sword?"

"That's right, your sword. Your sword was smelted with Mo Yiyan's war hammer, and believe me, Shangguan Yunxiang must be able to see this. I'm afraid you're the only one in the world, you can actually use the things of the Moyi family, do you say it's good. Qingqiu was sick and turned around again, but looked at Bu Yangying with pity, "So don't expect the Shangguan family to marry your daughter to you." ”

"Just because the Shangguan family and the Moyi family have a feud, and I happen to be able to use the sword remade by the Moyi Yan weapon?"

"Isn't that enough?" said Qingqiu, "so boy, you should still have something to do with the Moyi family, although I don't know what it is?"

"Please, don't think about it and speculate about it, it's okay or not, it's annoying. ”

"Guess? I'm reasoning. ”

"To hell with your reasoning. Bu Yangying said and strode in front of him.

Qingqiu staggered and hurriedly followed, "Wait for me, Brother Shadow, it's me who guessed, can't I guess if I don't guess, oops!"

"Hmph, you deserve it, you know the retribution. ”

The two of them walked for a long time, and it was dark before they came down the mountain.

Bu Yangying blew a sharp whistle at the foot of the mountain, accompanied by the whistling wind, and the snow wolf white flashed softly.

"White flash, long time no see. Qingqiu greeted him with a sick smile, but Bai Shan ignored him and made a fuss.

They asked the Jianghu people to buy two horses.

You still have to go through the complex and dangerous mountain forest.

They took a break under the poplar bushes that were right next to the mountain road.

Qingqiu was sick and picked up dead branches, and the horses drank the mountain springs. He leaned over and picked up a broken, withered branch to examine it carefully. "Is this okay? I'm not good at making fires, Zhao San used to help me get it. ”

"Make a fire?" Bu Yangying spat at the mouth, "Are you sick, are you in such a hurry to die? Or are you going to be sensible about the funeral? Making a fire will attract all the bandits and grass Kou within a radius of several miles, Qingqiu is sick, I still want to finish this journey alive." ”

"Then what are you going to do?" asked Qingqiu. He tucked the branch under his arm and continued to rummage through the sparse bushes. From the time they began to descend Penglai Mountain to the present, the two of them have been on the road until now, and they have not rested, causing him to have a sore back.

"Don't think about fighting your way out of the encirclement," Bu Yangying said, "but two people can travel lightly, which is faster than a large group of people, and it will not attract attention." The shorter our stay in the mountains is, the better the chance of reaching the river safely, so we should hurry up, hide during the day, move at night, avoid the road as much as possible, make no noise, and not light a fire. ”

Qingqiu sighed sickly: "Bu Yangying, you really didn't stay in vain in the exile, this plan is perfect, but, but you have to see my condition." ”

"Your condition?" Bu Yangying looked at Qingqiu to see if he was sick, and it seemed that he was indeed tired enough.

Qingqiu shrugged sickly. "You're going to have to go at night, and we'll all have to break our heads except your wolves. I'd rather walk slowly and comfortably. We only have two horses, but if the horse stumbles and dies this time, we can only hope to walk out of the forest on two legs. To be honest, I think that bandits and strongmen who don't live will come to the door, and here are their eyeliner everywhere. He reached out and waved his hand at the towering wind-eroded cliffs around him.

Bu Yangying said: "Then we are no different from the dead." ”

"In that case, I'd rather die comfortably. "We need to make a fire, and people can freeze to death after nightfall." Hot food not only warms our bellies, but also lifts our spirits. You're good at it, you should go around and see what game you can catch, preferably a rabbit. ”

"I can get meat," Bu Yangying's eyes looked suspiciously at Qingqiu's illness under a wisp of black hair. "But I ought to leave you and this stupid pile of wood here first, and if I take your horse with me, my chances of escape will be doubled. What are you going to do when the time comes?The second son of the Qingqiu family?"

"Eighty percent of them are dead. Qingqiu was sick and bent down to pick up another stick.

"You don't think I'll do that?"

"If your life is at stake, you won't hesitate to do it. But now, maybe you can tell me what Uncle Hai asked you to bring me. ”

"He said he wanted you to keep your promise. Bu Yangying asked him, "What exactly did you promise in the penal colony, and it is worth it for Uncle Hai to send me from the penal colony to save you." ”

"Of course I'm always mindful. Qingqiu was sick, and his hand holding the stick stopped in mid-air, thoughtful. "Boy, you don't care what the promise is, but life is difficult, you and I are the same. ”

"I don't care what you promise, but I really don't like you very much. ”

"I just need you to help me get out of this mountain forest, I need you to help me resist the sword," Qingqiu said sickly, "I don't need you to like me." He threw the stick in his hand to the ground.

Bu Yangying smiled. "I have to admit that you are brave enough not to lose to the samurai on the battlefield. How did you know that someone in Ling Immortal Pavilion would compete for you?"

"How do I know?" Aooka was sick and limp, trying to make a fire. "I'm just taking a gamble, and a lot of the decisions in my life are actually a big gamble, but I'm gambling with my life. Luckily, I won. ”

"Listen to you say that, it has nothing to do with me, right?" Bu Yangying smiled and saw that Qingqiu was sick.

"No, you're my luck, I'd fly without you. Qingqiu said that he was sick and struck it again with a flint and a blade, but he did not light the fire.

"Bring it," Bu Yangying crouched down, "let me come." He took the short knife and flint from Qingqiu's sick hand, and sparks sparked with a single strike.

A rolled-up book jacket began to smoke.

"Well done. Qingqiu was sick and said, "Although you don't like me, I still have to thank you." You're as powerful as my brother with a sword in your hand. Bu Yangying, what do you want? gold, land, and women? You don't have to go back to the penal colony, stay and marry the little girl of Ling Immortal Pavilion, I can see that she likes you, and you like her. ”

Bu Yangying blew lightly into the fire, and the flames suddenly jumped high. "What if you can't get out of the mountains and forests, what if you hang up in a while?"

"Well, at least someone who sincerely prays for me. Qingqiu was sick and grinned, "If I hang up, there will be no gold land." ”

By this time, the fire was already burning brightly. Bu Yangying got up, put the flint in his pocket, and threw the short knife back to Qingqiu Sick. "If gold is scarce, you probably won't go to the penal colony that day. Unfortunately, so do I. In the future, if I don't walk with you, please save your life. ”

"I have my own way," said Aooka Sickly, "no matter what kind of assassins or so on around me, they all know that I have my creed, and if one day someone does tempt them to betray me or kill me, they all know that no matter how much they offer, I can afford to pay double the price." Okay, can you go get us something to eat? ”

"You take care of the horses. Bu Yangying said as he untied the black sword tied behind him, and strode into the woods with Bai Flash.

For an hour, the horses had been scrubbed and fed, the campfire was crackling, and a baby goat was spinning on the grill on the fire, dripping with oil and juice. "Now it's just a good bottle of wine to go with. Qingqiu said that he was sick.

"We'd better match you with another beauty, and maybe a few hundred more soldiers to protect us. Bu Yangying said. He sat cross-legged by the fire, wiping the black sword with a stone. The cacophony of stone and metal rubbing against each other has an eerie sense of security.

"Soon it will be dark," Bu Yangying said, "and I'll be on duty for the first shift...... It's useless, but I'll die in my sleep later. ”

"Oh, I don't think I'll have to wait to fall asleep, they'll come over. Smelling the aroma of barbecue, Qingqiu couldn't help but salivate when he was sick.

Bu Yangying stared at him through the campfire. "What are your plans?" he said, sharpening his sword.

"It may be said that there is a glimmer of hope," said Qingqiu, "and it is time to make a desperate bet again." ”

"You're gambling with our lives?"

Qingqiu looked up at him sickly. "Is there another choice?" he reached out and cut a piece of mutton from the fire. "Ahh He sighed happily as he chewed. The oil drips from the cheeks of the head. "It's a bit hard and there's no dipping sauce, but I'm still not complaining. Before, in the attic of Lingxian Pavilion, I jumped up and down the cliff, and I couldn't even eat a single bean. ”

By the time they had filled their bellies, the night sky was full of stars, and a crescent moon had risen over the mountain.

Qingqiu was sick and spread his bobcat skin cloak on the ground and used the saddle as a pillow. "Wait, wait, wait, our friends haven't moved yet, it's a good thing. ”

"If it were me, I would have worried that there would be fraud," Bu Yangying said, "My friend must have thought that we had set a trap, otherwise it would be death." ”

Qingqiu laughed when he was sick, "Then why don't we sing and dance so that we can scare them all away?"

"Qingqiu is sick, you are really sick. Bu Yangying sat against a thick tree, looking in the direction of Ling Immortal Pavilion.

"Bu Yangying, do you know where my name came from?"

"I really don't know this, why don't you tell me about it?"

"You don't like me, but I don't mind telling you the truth," Qingqiu closed his eyes and said dreamily: "I was born too ugly, it is said that I scared my mother to death, everyone said so, and I admit it." He paused, then continued: "My father left me to his subordinates, and never asked me again whether I was alive or dead. You see, even now I'm not strong enough, maybe because I grew up drinking goat's milk as a child. ”

"What happened later?" saw Qingqiu's illness and recalled the tragic past, and reminded him of his childhood memories. Murong Ke gave him a name, and he may not have given him the warmth of his mother. Presumably, he and Qingqiu are sick, but they are actually sympathetic to each other.

"Later, I was full moon, and my father didn't name me for a long time, and the bookstore in the house was in a hurry, so I had the courage to ask my father for my name, so that he could be recorded in the family tree, do you know what my father said?"

"How?"

"He said, 'Sick!' and the clerk knew that my father was scolding him, so he was so frightened that he ran away. My dad said he was sick, and he registered my name as sick. Hahaha, Brother Buyangying, you say, who is sick?" Qingqiu's sick and desolate laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, like a ghostly cry.

Bu Yangying looked up at the starry sky. It was a clear and cold night, and the light of the stars sprinkled on the mountains, bright and unforgiving, as if it were the truth.

"Maybe the world is sick, so you are sick, I am sick, and they are all sick. Bu Yangying said.

Qingqiu was sick and wrapped himself in a bobcat skin cloak and lay down on his side. The ground was uneven, cold and hard.

But it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.