Du Yuan flexibly swung his knife and blocked most of the arrow rain back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info After a long time on the battlefield, Du Yuan did not panic at all, and he saw the source of the arrow rain after a few glances. There were dozens of people hiding in the Ming Palace, even including the team that was supposed to make peace with Du Yuan.

Du Yuan smelled that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted in the direction of his brothers to retreat. Dou Xin limped and followed closely behind Du Yuan, like a living dead. In a hurry, Du Yuan didn't have time to discover Dou Xin's abnormality.

The white-headed old man calmly looked at the two who were gradually disappearing in the rain of arrows, and raised his hand to turn the mechanism back to its original position. Counting the horses lying horizontally on the ground, there were six horses and five corpses. A man in a black night shirt came out of the Ming Palace, dragged the corpses on the ground back to the Ming Palace, and placed them with dozens of corpses in the Ming Palace. "This is the last team?" The white-headed old man asked.

"It's been two days late," replied the man in the black shirt, "except for Du Yuan and that kid, it's already all together." The rest of Du Yuan's men were not a problem. Thank you Nan Weng for leaving Du Yuan's life, he is kind to me, I can't do anything to him. ”

"Although the Du clan has declined, after all, they are the heroes of the generations, and Lord Qi has a sense of proportion. Take pity on my old crutch, and suffer a wound in vain when he shielded him from arrows. The white-headed old man smiled and stroked the dragon descending wooden crutch distressedly, "Pingzi, remember to ask your father to make me a new one, and don't fool me with pepper wood." ”

"When I go back to Lord Qi first, it's best to change you to a serious room. The Ming Palace is full of wind and rain, and the Xuan Palace is too heavy, so it is really not a place to retire. The black-shirted man helped the old man into the Ming Palace.

"I have followed Lord Qi for half my life, all the good and evil things have been done, God has punished me without a queen, how can I have any pension, and it is Lord Qi's favor to have something to eat. I also understand that Master Qi continues to kill like this, no matter how loyal he is, he can't keep it. Anyway, I have been loyal to Lord Qi in my life, and I will not complain when these hundreds of unjust souls in the underworld come to me. If it weren't for Lord Qi's painstaking efforts to fight against the Wu Kingdom, how could there be peace in this world. This grace is not remembered by others, and I am remembered. The white-headed old man smiled kindly, looking at the layers of the South Pavilion Stack that he had built single-handedly back then being soaked in blood, from prosperous and abnormal to no one caring, even the old shopkeeper Lord Qi had to abandon this place, and he was so sad.

"Son, this is a secret report for your father. Don't come back in the future, little old man, I should finally be free. The white-headed old man sat down on the straw kang.

"Nan Weng, wait for Xue Ping to come back." The black-shirted man got up to say goodbye, because of Du Yuan's delay, there was not much time left, and if he didn't go to Lord Qi's errand, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape it.

"Let's go, let's go." The white-headed old man rolled up a dark gray broken quilt and covered his body, lay down on the kang, and watched the black-shirted man leave the South Pavilion with a smile. Before the early winter arrived, Nan Weng had already burned new firewood. The fire crackled and buzzed, and the warm wind of the flames merged with the cold wind of late autumn.

"The old body should have died here, good boy, why bother with the kindness of a woman?" Nan Weng smiled bitterly. Let the South Pavilion Stack no longer exist, together with the five teams, together with the white-headed old man, it is exactly what Lord Qi explained to Xue Ping. Xue Ping did a good job, but this last step had to be Nan Weng's last help. Nan Weng opened the last mechanism in the Ming Palace, and the good wine that had been treasured in the Ming Palace for many years was shattered by a jar, and the wine covered the ground.

The flames of the new firewood splashed uncontrollably, and the flames of joy keenly caught the wine all over the ground, spreading like joy, along with the undead of the five teams, and the Nange stack for nearly a hundred years, all quietly extinguished. Nam Weng slept peacefully, and with his life's work, he was reduced to ashes in the raging fire. It's a pity: half a world of bitter rain and half a world of wind, half a world of smoke and clouds and half a world of emptiness. Autumn butterflies don't know the end of spring, and they are loyal to the remnants in vain.

"Xue Gongzi, look." The black-shirted man looked indifferently at the black smoke rising from the mountain, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

"Less nonsense, hurry." The black-shirted man's calm voice was hoarse.

Running wildly all the way, Du Yuan found that no one was chasing behind him, so he stopped. Dou Xin didn't say a word all the way, and Du Yuan felt strange. I saw Dou Xin's eyes blurred, and he walked over with a different posture than usual, and even his voice changed slightly: "Thousand arrows bow and crossbow." Can the Xue family have something new? ”

Du Yuan suddenly realized that although there seemed to be a lot of people in ambush in the Ming Palace, judging from the direction and number of arrows flying, it was by no means something that dozens of people could do. If you think about it, the only one that can send out a thousand arrows in an instant is a thousand-arrow bow and crossbow. This thousand-arrow bow and crossbow is the heirloom of the Xue family, how can it be in Nan Weng's hands?

"You little girl knows a lot, your master told you about a thousand arrows and crossbows?" Du Yuan was extremely tired, sat on the ground, and looked at Dou Xin. Dou Xin's eyes were still dull, and he almost sat down on the stump, "The taste of a thousand arrows and crossbows, still use the master to talk about it?" At this moment, Dou Xin's voice had completely changed, and it was alive and well as a man's voice.

Du Yuan became alert, pulled out his knife with lightning speed, and laid it across Dou Xin's neck. Dou Xin seemed to be on guard, his little head was sensitive to dodge, he retracted from under the knife, and his right hand suddenly pinched Du Yuan's wrist, aiming at the wrist bone and locking it fiercely. Du Yuan was in pain, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the knife had already entered Dou Xin's hand.

"Girl!" Du Yuan exclaimed. Dou Xin's neck shook, and most of his consciousness returned, only to see that he was holding Brother Du's knife, and his whole body did not obey the call. "Brother Du, save me......" Dou Xin resumed her female voice again, and then collapsed to the ground. The force controlled Dou Xin's hand, and Dou Xin used his last consciousness to remove his hand from the hilt.

Du Yuan looked at Dou Xin's painful appearance, but he was so shocked that he was at a loss, so he had to pick up the knife and pin it to his waist to prevent Dou Xin from suddenly going crazy. "It seems that this girl is really going to be evil." Du Yuan picked up Dou Xin, who had fallen into a coma, and went along the dense forest to find water.

Night comes like a while, and it's rare to see such a cloudy night after autumn. It was a good fifteen full moon, and there was not even a shadow. "This girl is so light." Du Yuan put Dou Xin on the stone by the stream, drank the sweet stream water happily, and washed away the dirt on his face. Du Yuan deliberately took a small handful of water and gently sprinkled it on Dou Xin's face.

Dou Xin was stirred by the cold water, but he also opened his eyes. "Brother Du, did we escape?" Although Dou Xin's voice was soft, the girl's voice was good after all.

"Well," Du Yuan heard Dou Xin's voice return to normal, and half of the stone in his heart fell, "You are evil, go over there and wash your face, slowly." ”

Dou Xin stood up obediently, walked to the edge of the stream, knelt down, saw his own reflection in the water, and his heart trembled violently. "Brother Du, what did you see?" Dou Xin pointed to the surface of the water and asked in a trembling voice.

"Except for the face of a silly girl, a few fish, gone." Du Yuan replied impatiently.

"That's it?" Dou Xin stared at the water, and in addition to her own face, she also saw a man's pale face sunk under her reflection, the same as the one she had seen in the inn's dressing mirror the night before.

"This life is a puppet and a puppet...... The oath of the Guanlan Sword touched Dou Xin's nerves, it turned out that the soul of Guanlan Jun had been attached to him like this, and it might not be long before his body was Guanlan Jun's. Dou Xin stared at the unfamiliar face, and tears flowed down like broken threads. Why? Wicked people can live well if they kill hundreds of people and thousands of people, and if they are forced to kill the master, they will have to suffer this kind of suffering.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Du Yuan saw Dou Xin kneeling by the water, hiding his face and crying, for some reason. Dou Xin didn't say a word, trying his best to hide the sobbing.

For a long time, Dou Xin moved from the water's edge to Du Yuan's side, and the tears on his face had not been completely wiped away. "Brother Du, I'm homesick." Dou Xin sat down.

"Then I'll send you back. I don't have anything to do right now anyway. Nan Weng Lao'er can use a thousand arrows and crossbows against us, so there must be Lord Xue's support, to put it bluntly, the initiator is Lord Qi. I'm a stupid person, so I want to ask for credit, but I haven't even read the book cooked by a rabbit and a dead dog. Du Yuan knocked his head hard, thought of Xue Ping's death, and after thinking about it carefully, he finally figured it out. Xue Ping was a decoy from the beginning, and it was his real task to lure himself here to solve it quietly, no wonder Lord Qi would let his group return in vain.

"I can't go back." Dou Xin pillowed Du Yuan's arm, tears flowed down Du Yuan's sleeve to his wrist, and he only repeated these four words in his mouth. Du Yuan didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only use his big calloused hands to caress Dou Xin's long hair that fell out of his hat like he did with his sister.

"I can't go back." She smiled sadly, and the gurgling blood from her long hair also stained Du Yuan's sleeves red. Just after midnight, Du Yuan was immersed in a nightmare. Dou Xin watched the moon slowly break free from the black clouds, and under the moonlight, he still didn't have a shadow.

No one knows the silent night, and the night spent with him was someone's dream that was difficult to come true.