In the hazy vision, the dim candlelight flickered in the darkness, reflecting the surrounding scene.

A table, a chair and a cabinet, the golden incense burner on the wooden table emitted wisps of white smoke, setting off a quiet and peaceful, and a little starlight overflowed from the window, scattering a piece of silence.

"Is this, am I dead? Is this heaven?" As his vision gradually cleared, Duan Yuran woke up and turned around, and couldn't help but wonder when he saw the quiet things around him.

Duan Yuran's eyes showed a confused look, and when he looked down and saw the futon covering his body, he was suddenly shocked, and suddenly struggled to sit up.

Duan Yuran looked at the surrounding scenery, and he had already changed into a white dress.

"I, I'm not dead?" Duan Yuran slowly came back to his senses, and couldn't help but reach out and look at his palms and exclaimed in shock.

"Since he didn't die, where is this place?" What about Xiao Jiange?" Duan Yuran came back to his senses and couldn't help but wonder, when he was seriously injured and unconscious in the Mangbarren Mountain Range, he vaguely remembered that Xiao Jiange saved himself from the mouth of the giant python.

Duan Yuran's thoughts were turning, and he suddenly felt a chill in his body, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Huh?"

Duan Yuran was about to dispel the cold of the night when he was stunned, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes showed disbelief, and his heart throbbed.

Duan Yuran's body trembled, staring at the bandaged wounds on his hands and even on his body, only to feel a thunderbolt from the sky.

His hands couldn't help but tremble, "I, I, my cultivation has been completely lost?" Duan Yuran muttered in disbelief.

He felt unacceptable for a while, and as soon as he wanted to get out of bed, he found that his legs were paralyzed and unconscious.

There was a loud bang, and Xiao Jiange, Zhu Wen, Nangong Song and Dance, Qin Luoli, Huang Yuxin and others outside the door hurriedly pushed the door when they heard the sound.

What caught his eye was Duan Yuran, who had already woken up and was lying on the ground, he was on the ground with both hands, cold sweat was like beans, and his expression was full of disbelief.

Xiao Jiange, Zhu Wen, and Nangong Song and Dance were all inexplicably colic when they saw this scene.

"Jade, jade" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but say loudly.

Under the dim candlelight, Duan Yuran's pale face was reflected.

By now he knew what was going on.

His cultivation was completely lost, and his legs were useless, but in a flash, he had changed from a condensing realm sixfold heavenly venerable cultivator to an ordinary person.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hahahaha" Duan Yuran laughed miserably, and his expression became lonely.

A low laugh struck everyone's hearts again and again like a giant hammer.

"Yuran, cheer up" Xiao Jiange's heart was like a knife, and he couldn't help but step forward to support Duan Yuran and said.

"Hahaha, hahaha" Duan Yuran's eyes were filled with tears, his black hair was scattered, and he looked at Xiao Jiange with a miserable smile and said in a trembling voice

"Cheer up, how do you want me to cheer up," Duan Yuran said, and couldn't help but clench the mink fleece on Xiao Jiange's arms.

Xiao Jiange looked bitterly at his friend who was almost crazy in front of him, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he felt bitter.

Obviously, it is a happy event for a friend to wake up at this moment, why is his heart like a knife at this moment?

Xiao Jiange was speechless, only a moment of silence and guilt, he knew that Duan Yuran's feelings in this life, no matter what he did in this life, he could not make up for the wounds in his heart.

Duan Yuran's hands that were holding Xiao Jiange's arms suddenly fell weakly, his head tilted back, and he leaned on the edge of the bed in despair, his eyes were blank, looking at Xiao Jiange and muttering in a low voice

"Why, why save me, why save me!" Duan Yuran asked, and couldn't help crying hoarsely.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

For Duan Yu, who has been obsessed with swords all his life, his cultivation has been completely lost, his legs and acupoints have been abolished, and not being able to hold the sword can be said to be a fatal blow.

Zhu Wen couldn't help but be silent when he looked at Duan Yuran, who was no longer in style, his eyes trembled, he knew that such a change would be a devastating blow to Duan Yuran.

Nangong Song and Dance was heartbroken, but she didn't know how to comfort her, and a layer of hot sweat broke out in her little hands.

Qin Luoli sighed, she turned around and walked out, she couldn't bear to see the down-and-out scene of Xiao Jiange and Duan Yuran.

Huang Yuxin shook her head, her perception of Xiao Jiange had improved slightly.

"I know, I know, but I can't let you die if I don't save you. Xiao Jiange's long-suppressed emotions finally thinned down, and he couldn't help but hug Duan Yuran tightly and said.

"Even though it's cruel to you, I'll save you"

"I don't want to lose a friend like you!"

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but say loudly.

Duan Yuran's black hair covered his face, and his eyes shone out under the candlelight, and the brilliance in his eyes had all faded and turned into pitch black.

Mourning, there is nothing more than the death of the heart, although he is alive, but what is the difference between Duan Yuran, who can't hold a sword, and dead?

Duan Yuran's heart was full of sadness, only to feel a burst of powerlessness welling up in his heart, and sighed heavily, as if he had exhausted his life's spirit, and the whole person relaxed, only to feel that all thoughts were lost, and the world seemed to be covered with gloom.

There was silence, and Duan Yuran closed his eyes in pain.

Today, Duan Yuran, the son of the mourning sword, is completely gone, leaving only an ordinary Jianghu person.

Time flies.

Duan Yuran was quietly recuperating in the Medicine King Valley, dressed in white back then, the gentleman was no longer there, and now there was only one disabled person in a wooden wheelchair.

Today, the sky is clear, there is no cloud, the green grass in the Valley of the Medicine King is fragrant, the peach blossoms are falling, a famous alchemist in the valley is busy, some of them are picking herbs and some are starting to make alchemy, their expressions are all focused, as if there are only Dan furnaces and medicinal herbs left in the world in front of them, and nothing else.

Duan Yuran, who was in a wheelchair, slowly came out of the house with both hands waving the handles, this was the first time he had gone out to breathe in seven days.

He turned his wheelchair to a stone table under the open air, and quietly watched the busy alchemists.

When the alchemists saw Duan Yu, they would all nod their heads to say hello to him, they didn't know Duan Yuran's origin, they only knew that he was the distinguished guest of the valley master, so they naturally respected him.

Duan Yuran's expression was numb, without sorrow or joy, like a walking corpse, and there was a bright sword hanging next to the wheelchair under him, but unfortunately the emerald embedded in the hilt of the sword collapsed, making his sword a fly in the ointment.

But even so, this sword is still the most beautiful sword in the world for Duan Yu, and it is also the most beloved sword, and this sword also has a name that he likes very much, Death Sword!

It's a pity that now he doesn't have the courage to touch this sword. Book 8

The day after Duan Yuran woke up, he once wanted to hold the mourning sword, but unfortunately his cultivation was completely lost, the mourning sword that used to be a casual move was so heavy in his hand at that time, his legs were all wasted, and his acupuncture points were sealed, how could he still dance this divine weapon?

How can he bloom in his hands the unparalleled swordsmanship of the past, and how can he make this sword shine again?

At that time, Duan Yuran could only sigh lightly and put down the mourning sword in his hand.

The sword is still the sword, and the man is no longer the person he used to be

At that time, Xiao Jiange and the others also knew it and didn't dare to speak.

Because they know that Duan Yuran's release is forever!

Xiao Jiange, dressed in mink velvet, came slowly from a distance, carrying several jars of wine in his hands.

He came to Duan Yuran's side and placed the wine in his hand on the stone table.

Seeing that the dim eyes of the wine Duan Yuran suddenly shone with a rare bright light, he stretched out his hand to grab the wine, and raised the altar to drink.

Since Duan Yuran woke up, he has been obsessed with one thing, and that is alcoholism.

Wine, at the moment, is like a drug that is difficult for him to break free, which makes him sink and addict.

Why do you drink? It's just to get drunk, isn't Duan Yuran asking for something now?

It was only now that he understood why the world only loved wine and drunkenness, and he could still feel that he was Duan Yuran, who was unparalleled in swordsmanship at the beginning, and the mourning sword boy who slashed the emperor and Shi Tian to pick up the pit of sin, rather than a waste who was now half paralyzed and sat in a wheelchair to cultivate completely.

Only in a drunken dream can he feel physically and mentally happy, and no longer sink, even if it is only a dream when drunk.

Xiao Jiange looked at Duan Yuran who was drinking with pain, the wine was stained with his white clothes, he raised the altar and drank bitterly, the wine poured down like a dragon, overflowed, flowed down from the corners of his mouth, and even soaked his chest, but Duan Yuran didn't care at all, now his words and deeds have not lost the slightest of the past, polite, the whole person looks like a drunk man who has lost his soul, his black hair is scattered to cover his face, adding another point of scribbling to it, there is no gentleman's style of the year, his eyes are blank, the whole person exudes a decadent atmosphere, and the self-confidence of the past has dissipated without a trace。

Xiao Jiange looked at Duan Yuran in front of him and felt bitter in his heart, there was an indescribable taste, and his heart seemed to have an inexplicable sense of blockage.

When witnessing a person from self-confidence to downfall, that person can feel all kinds of feelings no matter what.

"Drink less, your body is important" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but say with concern, he would never have said this before, because he knew that there was no need.

"Well, the liquor has passed through the intestines, and the drunkenness has passed for an unknown year. Duan Yuran snapped and muttered, his eyes no longer looked like they used to be, and they became misty.

"Do you hate me?" Xiao Jiange asked after a moment of silence.

"I don't hate, if I were you, I would do the same, I'd rather watch my friend live than lose. Duan Yuran said slowly.

Xiao Jiange clenched his hands and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, if you could have rushed over earlier, you wouldn't have ended up like this." ”

"Hahahaha" Duan Yuran laughed inexplicably when he heard this, his smile was bitter, his eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help but ask himself if he would still be angry if he did it again, thinking of this Yuran couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but take a sip of wine again.

Yes, some friendships are so desperate.

Because he knew that if it was Xiao Jiange, he would too.

"I don't want to see you sink like this. Xiao Jiange looked at Duan Yuran, who was drunk and lying on the stone table, and couldn't help but say.

"Isn't sinking now my destination? Duan Yuran said, his eyes confused, like a walking corpse.

When a person loses the meaning of life, isn't it just like the walking dead without a soul?

Xiao Jiange was speechless, and immediately stretched out his hand to open a wine jar, and drank bitterly.

"In that case, I will accompany you to your destruction. Xiao Jiange said, and immediately took a big sip of it, and drank the jar of wine in his hand.

Wine is still wine, but the taste is different, Xiao Jiange was confused, holding the wine jar in his hand and speechless.

Why? This wine is different from the wine they drank when the moon went down to the pavilion?

Xiao Jiange's nose suddenly became sore, and he only felt tears in his eyes, and he inexplicably wanted to have another hangover, just like at the beginning.

The two of them drank bitterly, didn't ask about the world, didn't say anything else, only drank.

Even though the world has changed, what remains unchanged is the tacit understanding between the two.

Zhu Wen shook the folding fan and looked at the two people drinking on the stone table in the distance, his eyes were complicated, and he was actually a little envious and expectant.

"They're drinking again. Nangong Song and Dance sighed, this is the first hangover that the two of them have had in the past few days, and with the change of Duan Yuran, she felt that Xiao Jiange had also become depressed and sunk with him, Nangong Song and Dance looked at it with pain in her eyes.

She remembers that this was not the case with the previous two.

Qin Luoli was also worried in her beautiful eyes, but she didn't stop it, because she knew that the two needed catharsis.

Wine is the best outlet.

After three rounds of drinking, Xiao Jiange's eyes were also intoxicated and confused, and he looked at Duan Yuran in front of him, and his eyes flashed with unbearability.

He didn't want to watch Duan Yuran continue to sink, he wanted to cheer up Duan Yuran.

It's good to sink with a friend when you sink yourself, but that's not what a close friend really should do, what really works for him is to cheer him up.

But what else can make Duan Yuran cheer up now? Xiao Jiange secretly thought that the drunkenness was already in his heart, and he couldn't help but open another jar of wine and drink.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk like this," Duan Yuran said happily, at this moment, only wine could make him feel happy.

Wine is his only spiritual sustenance.

"Yes," Xiao Jiange sighed, his mind already feeling a little heavy.

"Is Duan Yuran, who can't hold a sword, still Duan Yuran?" Duan Yuran was deeply drunk, and finally said what was in his heart to Xiao Jiange.

"Yes, for me, Duan Yuran is just Duan Yuran, not a famous sword boy, not a peerless white-clothed swordsman, just my best friend, that's all. Xiao Jiange sat on the stone chair and also crawled on the stone table and said.

"Ha, what's the point of the world without a sword to me?" Duan Yuran laughed at himself after hearing this.

A word woke up the person in the dream, and a bolt of lightning flashed through Xiao Jiange's mind like a thunderbolt from a sunny day, Xiao Jiange's eyes lit up, his spirit was lifted, and he couldn't help but speak at the moment

"Yes, without the sword, you still have the fireflies, yes, the fireflies, have you forgotten the fireflies? Would you like to let the fireflies see you now?"

Duan Yuran was shocked when he heard this, and his whole body was shocked, and a long-lost brilliance suddenly bloomed in his dark pupils.