The calm rivers and lakes are in turmoil again, and it is said that the ghost heroes who once slaughtered the rivers and lakes have reappeared, and it is difficult to find the traces of the rivers and lakes, and the sword is broken and dyed to kill the scum of the rivers and lakes.

The forces of the rivers and lakes joined forces to capture the ghost man, but they all died in vain. Chu Lingyun, the leader of the Jianghu Alliance, personally investigated the matter, and finally suddenly left it alone, ignoring what the ghost man had done.

The ghost hero reappears to be dyed and killed, the dark waves of the rivers and lakes are surging, the blue that wanders away the darkness, and the black dark iron is broken, which has become the nightmare of countless thieves in the rivers and lakes.

The temple was broken on a rainy night in the suburbs, and the notorious flower thief Flower Fox fell to the ground, looking at the approaching figure, and hid back in fear.

Leaning on the Buddha statue with no way out, he just wanted to beg for mercy, the figure's wrist flipped and the blade fell, the cold light brushed the eyes of the Buddha statue, and the splashed blood stained the red and rusty candlestick.

The flower fox lay under the Buddha statue, staring at the frightened eyes, and the blood flowed down his throat and condensed, like a strange sacrifice.

Thunder roared and torrential rain washed over the darkness, and blood flowed down the blade of the sword, condensing into sticky beads of blood on the ground. The blue clothes were swept by the wind, the swordsman was dressed in a thin figure, the rain wet his shoulders along the hat, and the corners of his lips were indifferent and cold.

The blood was devoured by the sword, and the swordsman returned the tattered stain to the sheath, turned and left the ruined temple, and disappeared into the dark and rainy night.

In the silence of the town, the swordsman galloped through the rain in the pavilion, but the torrential rain could not touch his body, and the shadow of the hat obscured his face, revealing only indifferent lips.

The swordsman landed in front of a shop, the thin blade of the dagger picking open the window bolt through the gap, and the swordsman jumped nimbly into the house.

Scanning the counter with his eyes, the swordsman was familiar with choosing snacks, bagging them and hiding them, and then leaving the silver behind.

The swordsman left town in the rain, clutching snacks on his chest and disappearing into the dark valley.

In the dense and intricate stone valley, the peach blossoms for several miles reflect each other, the rainstorm becomes hazy, and the peach blossoms fall like a dream, as if it is a peach blossom source isolated from the world.

The swordsman walked through the peach garden and came to the bamboo house located in the peach garden. Stepping on the steps and pushing the door in, the moonlight slanted on the windowsill, the piano flute was set aside, and the fragrance of tea was still warm.

The swordsman put the tattered sword on the table, his eyes scanning the deserted room, and his voice was low and gentle, "What about him." ”

Lou Yin appeared out of thin air, sitting on the windowsill with his arms crossed, the withered peach blossoms outside the window fell all over his body, and the glass-like black eyes fluctuated slightly because of the swordsman's words.

The swordsman had long been accustomed to Lou Yin's silence, lit the lamp and candle and sat down at the table, took out snacks and carefully placed them on the plate.

After filling the snacks and boiling the hot water, the swordsman paced around the house, and then stood in front of the eaves, staring into the distance.

Lou Yin glanced at the swordsman, twisted the peach blossom on his shoulders and said lightly, "Go to sleep, I'll wait for him." ”

The swordsman looked at Lou Yin for a moment, and suddenly there was some pain in his head. Pressing his eyebrows to relieve the pain, the swordsman turned and entered the room with vague steps.

Hearing the sound of undressing in the house, Lou Yin stared at the peach blossoms between his fingers, the ice muscles and jade bones were picturesque, reflecting the peach blossom source outside the window, and the heavenly posture and the national color turned upside down.

The night outside the window was about to disperse, and the lights and candles in the house were gradually burning out, Lou Yin crushed the peach blossoms in his hand, turned over and jumped off the windowsill, tidied up his clothes and walked into the inner room.

Approaching the bed and lifting the bed tent, looking at the young man who was still sleeping, Lou Yin's eyes were dyed with softness. Bending down to help the young man tighten the quilt, when his eyes fell on the young man's lips, he seemed to be bewitched.

Seeing that he was about to touch his lips, the sleeping young man suddenly opened his eyes, and Lou Yin retracted his movements in fright, his eyes were not hidden in panic.

The young man looked at the bed tent with his eyes open, and when he sorted out his chaotic head, his eyes shifted to Lou Yin, revealing a blank expression. "Lou Yin."

"Get up and eat." Lou Yin turned around and left the room as if he were fleeing.

After Ji Xiamo got up and washed, he sat in front of the steps under the eaves after eating, looking at the Peach Blossom Source with his cheeks back, as if waiting for something.

Lou Yin appeared behind Ji Xiamo, looking at Ji Xiamo's thin back, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Jin Wuji has been dead for ten years, and Ji Xiamo has also been crazy for ten years. Ten years ago, in the Prime Minister's Mansion Meiyuan, Ji Xiamo stopped breathing, and Lou Yin reunited Ji Xiamo's soul that was about to dissipate like crazy and forcibly sealed it back into Ji Xiamo's body.

Consume the whole body cultivation to refine and dissipate the evil qi of the soul bead, use the soul bead to pull Ji Xiamo back from the Yama Palace, and then use the sunken flower, wanting Ji Xiamo to forget all the painful past.

But what Lou Yin didn't expect was that Ji Xiamo did not forget the past after taking the Relic Flower, but went completely crazy.

Sometimes Ji Xiamo's thought is Jin Wuji, he will live as Jin Wuji, wander the rivers and lakes and martial arts, and look for Ji Xiamo all over the world.

Sometimes he lives as Ji Xiamo as he is now, but in his thoughts, Jin Wuji did not die, but lived happily in this peach blossom paradise with him.

But sometimes Ji Xiamo will also wake up for a short time, recalling all the things, and that was what Lou Yin was most afraid of at that time.

Ji Xiamo looked at Peach Blossom Yuan and suddenly smiled, turned around and ran to the house, looked at the snacks on the table, and complained with a flat mouth, "Although I love to eat these snacks, you can't buy so much." ”

Pinching a chestnut and biting it, Ji Xiamo beckoned Lou Yin to come over, "Lou Yin, Brother Jin bought a lot of food, you can come and eat too." ”

Lou Yin wiped away the sadness in his eyes, walked to Ji Xiamo's side and took the sugar cake, looked at the door where no one was around, and said indifferently, "This is bought for you." ”

If you can make Ji Xiamo happy for a short time, Lou Yin is willing to accompany him to act and accompany him to guard this lonely peach blossom source.

"I'll give you food, Brother Jin won't mind." Ji Xiamo also looked at the door, as if there was someone standing there.

Lou Yin silently put the sugar crisp in his mouth, sweet and greasy and annoying, but looking at Ji Xiamo's smiling face, Lou Yin also warmed his indifferent expression. "It's sweet."

Ji Xiamo lay on the table and chewed plums, puffing out his cheeks and chatting with Lou Yin, "The day before yesterday, Chu Lingyu sent a letter inviting us to be a guest, and we haven't seen each other for half a year." ”

Not half a year, but 10 years. Lou Yin said silently in his heart. Thinking back to meeting Chu Lingyu some time ago, he and Fang Lin Jun were already old.

"Brother Jin, what do you say?" Ji Xiamo leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the door to ask.

Lou Yin held on to the chair to prevent Ji Xia Mo from falling, and nodded lightly, "If you want to go, just go." ”

Lou Yin never refused anything Ji Xiamo proposed, but for Ji Xiamo, no matter what he said, every time his personality changed, he would completely forget it.

"I've been idle lately, so let's have a party." Ji Xia Mo crossed his fingers and calculated. "Call Shengkong and Qin Xiaoyan."

"Okay."

Ji Xia Mo chattered endlessly, Lou Yin listened quietly, and sometimes agreed. Ji Xiamo's soul was damaged, he was particularly tired easily, and he was always sleepy in the past ten years.

"If you're sleepy, go and rest." Lou Yin touched Ji Xiamo's head.

Ji Xia Mo grinned, touched a chestnut and bit it open, rubbed his eyes and ran to the soft couch in front of the window. Lou Yin helped Ji Xiamo cover the mattress, looking at Ji Xiamo's sleepy face, feeling a little reluctant.

When you wake up from sleep this time, who will be in front of you?

When did he become so greedy? The corners of Lou Yin's mouth pulled up to smear sarcasm. The person in front of him is still alive, which is already the best result, and he can still be by his side, watching him laugh at him.

Even if Ji Xiamo doesn't love him, and even forgets him every time he wakes up from sleep, they still have ten more years. He will always accompany Ji Xiamo, it doesn't matter if Ji Xiamo doesn't remember, it's good for him to remember.

Ji Xia Mo slept until the evening and slowly woke up, Lou Yin swept away the fallen peach blossoms in front of the bamboo house, and prepared to help Ji Xia Mo build a hanging chair.

Feeling the change in Ji Xiamo's breath in the house, Lou Yin put down his tools and turned back to the house, and just entered the house and was about to speak, when he bumped into Ji Xiamo's deep eyes. All the words were blocked in his throat, and Lou Yin felt that his hands and feet were instantly cold.

"Xia Mo." Lou Yin's voice trembled a little.

Ji Xiamo staggered Lou Yin expressionlessly, stood in front of the bamboo house and looked at the deserted peach blossom source, his thin back was particularly vicissitudes in the wind.

The orange sunset lengthens the reflection of the bamboo houses in the peach blossom garden, the red glow covers the valley, and the hazy smoke isolates the noise of the outside world.

Ji Xiamo stood for a long time, until the cry of the yellow bird broke the silence, Ji Xiamo suddenly took a step and left the bamboo house and walked into the peach blossom garden.

Lou Yin looked at Ji Xiamo's back painfully, and followed Ji Xiamo silently, he was afraid that Ji Xiamo would leave him a cold corpse when he didn't know it.

Ji Xia Mo shuttled through the peach blossom spring, and finally bypassed the rocky ground and came to the corner of the valley. In the half-foot-deep bushes, there is a lonely grave, and in front of the lonely grave stands a tombstone with illegible handwriting.

Ji Xia Mo pursed his lips and walked to the tablet and squatted down, silently pulling out the withered grass covering the lonely grave. Lou Yin stood not far away, looking at the lifeless Ji Xiamo, his palm was pierced by his nails, oozing warm wetness.

Ji Xiamo pulled the withered grass and wiped the dust off the tombstone, and the handwriting on the tombstone slowly became clear. 'I love the tomb of Jin Wuji. ’

This tombstone was erected when Ji Xiamo was awake, and it was Jin Wuji's clothes that were buried. The lonely grave is deep in the withered grass, which shows that he has not been awake for a long time.

"I'm sorry I haven't been with you for so long." Ji Xia Mo knelt in front of the tombstone, and whispered with his forehead against the tombstone.

"I know you won't be angry, you spoil me so much." A smile appeared at the corner of Ji Xiamo's mouth, and the tenderness in his eyes pierced Lou Yin's heart.

"I blame you, whoever told you to indulge me so much, I am spoiled by you."

Ji Xiamo snuggled up to the tombstone and whispered to Jin Wuji, just like when Jin Wuji was still alive, Ji Xiamo liked to lie in his arms.

Although Ji Xia Mo didn't have much time to be awake, he knew what happened when he went crazy. Ji Xia Mo knew that there was not much time left for him to talk to Jin Wuji, and maybe he would soon fall asleep again.

In the past two years, his sober time has become shorter and shorter, and Ji Xia Mo has a feeling that the normal 'Ji Xia Mo Chang' may soon disappear.

Ji Xiamo said a lot, but there was no hug in response to him, no sweet words, only indifferent winds and cold tombstones.

Tears fell and melted into the soil under the tombstone, and Ji Xiamo closed her eyes and choked up.

"Brother Jin, I'm afraid, get up and carry me."

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