"No—" She suddenly screamed, pushing him away in a panic, and a sudden sense of absurdity instantly enveloped her whole body, making her tremble uncontrollably. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Hanyue was pushed away by her, he turned sideways with this force, and then lay down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

In the vast sky, the Milky Way was starry and quiet, he was silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "I'm sorry." ”

Green trees and green grass, mountain streams and flowing water, and the moon on the mountain. Cen Kexuan hugged his body and shrunk to the side, buried his head between his knees, his toes curled up slightly, and suddenly felt lonely and lonely that he had never felt before.

That kind of emotion, which no one understands and no one knows, makes her start to miss a person for no reason, who seems to exist and seems to have disappeared long ago.

In this world, only Cen Zifei can make her completely rely on and trust, but she lost him and can no longer find him.

Gradually into the night, the two silently ate the roast rabbit and grilled fish, and each cleaned up, dried the outer layer of clothes, and wiped off the water stains on the body.

The campfire is opposite each other, and there is no one in the middle of the night, which is a good opportunity to talk all night long, and it is also a good time to meet and catch up and relive emotions, but everything seems to be wrong. Cen Kexuan looked at the other party's silent eyes through the burning flames, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

She had planned to find her brother and plan her future with him, but now she ......

"As soon as the morning dawns, let's go back and take Mr. Duan's body and bury him alive. Then......" Han Yue, who suddenly spoke, paused, and still said the parting words, "Say goodbye from now on." ”

If so...... Cen Kexuan raised his head suddenly, he just looked at the firelight motionlessly, and didn't look at her at all. The scorching flames flickered slightly in his eyes, staining his black pupils with a faint layer of gold.

Cen Kexuan's throat choked, feeling that it shouldn't be like this, and she didn't know what else she could do. So she closed her eyes and didn't reply.

"You go back to Biliuyuan, presumably the Bai family will definitely protect you and won't let you get hurt like this." He had a rare explanation, but his eyes remained on the fire, as if only the flame could attract all his attention.

It sounded like he was thinking about her.

Seeing that Cen Kexuan's expression was gloomy and his interest was lacking, he suddenly said, "Could it be that you escaped from marriage?" ”

Cen Kexuan shook his head, losing interest in explaining to him and even telling him all the reasons. I have come to find you, and I have not hesitated to take any risks to do so, ignoring the orders of the palace master, and leaving behind the person who was first tempted. But now that I found it, I found that it was better not to find it.

"I'll go back." She concluded.

She'll go back, go back and face whatever she's supposed to face.

Until dawn, the moon set, and the sun rose, and the mist gathered and dispersed, and the two of them did not speak again in the silence of the night.

The next day, the two of them returned the same way, on the way they were silent on the way, back to the mountain behind the temple, Han Yue first stepped forward to investigate, did not see the figure of Dao Bai Feng, only then went back to find Cen Kexuan, the two followed the traces of yesterday, to the original tunnel cave to find, Dao Bai Feng did not see, but from a distance saw a monk standing under the tree, was carrying Duan Wenxuan's body out of the hole.

This was not an easy job, as he passed by chopping wood from the back hill and accidentally fell into the hole and accidentally found the body inside. The deceased was not a monk of the temple, dressed in dust, with knife marks on his face, but he had no anger, he went forward to investigate, and found that this person's sternum was broken, and he was killed by a palm, knowing that there were people near the temple who were doing evil, he decided to inform the abbot as soon as possible.

In any case, take this person to the temple first, let the senior brothers and uncles take care of it, and then make a decision. He was just a young disciple who was weak in Buddhism and martial arts, and his light skills were not very good, so he tied the man's corpse to himself, and with great strength, he climbed the rope from the cave and stepped on the wall to barely go up. He raised his head after a long breath, and was startled at first when he saw Cen Kexuan and the others, and suddenly remembered what he had vaguely heard.

"His body should still be in the hole." He heard the two of them seem to say that.

They should have come to look for this person, and when he saw the blood stains on Han Yue and Cen Kexuan's clothes that had not been completely washed, he suddenly realized: "You killed someone?" He had already untied the rope on his body, and Mr. Duan's body fell into the grass, covered by tall grass and trees, and could only be vaguely seen, the little monk trembled and kept retreating, not knowing what he had tripped, and accidentally fell to the ground.

Cen Kexuan hurriedly explained: "It's not us, we're here to ......" The little monk didn't listen to her at all, and said to himself: "I'm going to tell the abbot to go!" I'm going to tell the abbot to go! As he spoke, he got up and hurried to the temple.

Cen Kexuan was so frightened that she couldn't do it, for fear of making things bigger, and she wanted to chase after her, but who knew that someone was one step faster than her. only heard the sound of the sword being "brushed", Han Yue suddenly pulled out the sword and stabbed him from the back of the neck.

In an instant, as fast as lightning, there was no room for reaction. Before the little monk could speak, he fell to the ground and was no longer angry.

The dry wind blew through the bushes of grass and trees, accompanied by two cicadas, which made the atmosphere in the air more and more solidified. Cen Kexuan looked at the little monk who turned into a corpse in an instant, her scalp was cold for a while, and it spread from the top of her head to her limbs and even her toes, all of which became numb and stiff, her legs couldn't move a bit, and the words that came out of her mouth were swallowed in her throat.

The frightened little monk, but misunderstood them, unfortunately bumped into them this morning, but got such an end, how unfortunate is he, how innocent? If Mr. Duan knew, would he be at ease?

At that moment, she didn't even dare to question him.

She finally realized that Han Yue was a killer and had never treated human life like a mustard.

"Let's bury Mr. Duan under this locust tree." Han Yue retracted his sword and turned back and said. It was accompanied by the sound of the sword in its sheath, crisply, decisively, without hesitation. He spoke in a very flat voice, as if nothing had happened, and he didn't even realize what was wrong with his actions.

The locust tree was lush and lush, covering the sky and the sun, Cen Kexuan looked up at the mottled and scattered branches and leaves, narrowed his sour eyes slightly, and finally nodded.

I didn't find the stele, so I used the wooden block picked up next to it as the stele, and there was no pen, so I used the dagger I carried with me to carve it stroke by stroke, Cen Kexuan clenched the sharp weapon in his hand, but hesitated for a long time, and did not engrave half a word. "So be it." She said to herself, then withdrew her dagger and stood up.

They finally erected a wordless monument for this Mr. Duan, because they didn't know what his full name was and who he was, only without a name and surname, buried in the vast world.

"I only hope that the Buddha sound of Mingyin Temple can bring a moment of peace to Mr. Duan, and I hope that Mr. Duan will be buried here for a long time and will not be disturbed by the outside world."

However, will the monk who unfortunately died tell the Buddha and pray that the Buddha will no longer protect him?

Somehow the sky was drizzling, and she knelt down in front of the monument, and the grief came so suddenly that she began to cry for no reason.

"Shall we leave it at that?" Looking at the tombstone in front of her in a hazy sight, she asked.

It was a long, long time before she heard the faint sound of the person behind her, as light as the wind, blown away by the sound of the dripping rain.

It's okay to do this, the Tao is different, don't conspire with each other, it's better to go to the end of the world.

She closed her eyes, suddenly lost the motivation to stay, nodded and said, "You go first, I want to accompany Mr. Duan again." She landed on her knees, staring ahead, the rain soaked the mud and stained the skirt that hugged her knees, and she was in a muddy mess, but she had no time to care.

The footsteps behind her gradually became softer and farther away, and she felt a panic and anxiety in her heart for some reason. Hurriedly looked back, and in the faint rain, only a vague back could be seen.

Strange, with a sword, wandering the world. That's the life he's chosen, and it's not going to change anyone in the slightest.

She couldn't help but open her mouth, and the image of the monk falling to the ground suddenly appeared in her mind, and her throat seemed to be dumb, and she couldn't make any sound.

Her tears couldn't stop for some reason, and in the hazy rain, she thought of the dead monk and her former brother.

Han Yue's ruthlessness made Cen Kexuan's heart tremble, and the scene of Zhang Minzhi falling into the water appeared in her mind again.

He was kicked down by Cen Zifei, and that day, Cen Kexuan, who was still holding a little rabbit in his arms, saw Zhang Minzhi fluttering in the water a few times from a distance, gradually sinking, and cried in fright.

She saw her brother watching coldly, watching Zhang Minzhi splash and sink in the water, and she didn't have the slightest intention of shouting. She finally panicked, crying and calling Master Li, who happened to pass by, to save Zhang Minzhi in the water.

No matter what he meant, it is an indisputable fact that Zhang Minzhi almost lost his life that time.

Cen Nanqing was so angry that he scolded the "inferior son" when he found out, and asked Cen Zifei to kneel in front of the ancestral spiritual seat for three days and three nights. "On the surface, it is submissive, but in fact it is wild and untamable." Etcetera.

The so-called knowing son Mo Ruo's father, Cen Zifei, who is well-behaved and obedient in the eyes of others, and sensible rules, also has an impression that it is difficult to discipline in the eyes of his father.

Cen Kexuan lowered his head to the side, worried in his heart, and didn't dare to say a word more.

In the middle of the night, she secretly ran into the ancestral hall, bypassed Cen Zifei's body and knelt face to face with him, blinking and asking, "Does your knee hurt?" Cen Zifei shook her head, held her cold little hand in her hand and rubbed it gently: "Don't catch a cold." "His eyes were dark and bright in the night, and they were so beautiful.

It's so good-looking, she can't think of any other words to describe the boy than this.

He held her hand to his chest and breathed in the cold night, trying to warm her, his hands were warm and his eyes were warm. The boy she misses day and night is like a light in the dark night, always warming her fragile and timid heart.

She looked at the back of Han Yue leaving, knelt in front of Mr. Duan's tombstone with a slump body, tears falling like rain.

At that moment, she felt lonely and hopeless like she had never felt before.