- Listening to this young man say the identity of "the nineteenth generation of partial disciples of the North Fence", Cen Chi also let go of the last bit of jealousy in his heart.

This is really a trace of his helpless strange feelings, only to blame this young man for looking too similar to Gao Qian, who has no life on the ground, at first glance it is difficult to distinguish who is real and who is disguised, which has to make Cen Chi suspicious.

The last bit of defense in his heart was dissipated, Cen Chi's face gradually softened, and he said with a smile: "In Xia Cen Chi, the twenty-second generation of the North Fence School of the Great Wilderness Mountain, Senior Brother, please forgive Cen for his serious injuries and his inability to salute."

Speaking of where he belonged, Cen Chi couldn't help but feel a trace of sourness in his heart. I have been expelled from the Shimen School for so many years, I don't know if I can still be regarded as a member of the North Fence Gate? And to distinguish what this young man named Shen Jing said, it is obvious that the other party does not know this.

At this time, Cen Chi's face was pale, his lips were slightly gray, and coupled with the sudden decline in his heart, his whole person looked even more sick.

Shen Jing is eyes and hearts at this point, even if Cen Chi didn't say it so bluntly, he didn't care about this politeness at all, but was a little worried about how heavy Cen Chi's injuries were.

"Brother Cen doesn't have to be formal, he should take care of it as a priority now." Shen Jing Chong Cen bowed slightly, hesitated slightly, and then said: "If you calculate the seniority of the master, you and I can be regarded as equals, but the teacher under him has already deviated from the main line of the Beili School, so ...... If Brother Cen doesn't mind, you and I can have a personal relationship that is commensurate with each other."

Cen Chi nodded with a smile and didn't say much.

Shen Jing looked sideways at Fang Wu, who was approaching, smiled and waved his hands and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Fang is the eighteenth generation of the Beili Fence, and his seniority is at least two generations higher than that of the Xia......"

didn't wait for Shen Jing's words to finish. Fang Wubian smiled and waved his hand and said, "These things in the ranks, let's talk about them later, deal with this corpse now, I don't know if Shen Xiaoyou has any difficulties?"

Shen Jing looked at the cold and hard corpse on the ground, groaned slightly, and then asked, "Do you need to keep anything?" For example, heads, fingers, and so on."

Fang Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not necessary, it's just a dead corpse. The cleaner it is, the better."

Cen Chi, who was leaning on the head of the bed, suddenly said: "His armor. There are also some things that you carry with you that must be removed in their entirety and may be useful in the future."

Shen Jing tilted his head to look at Cen Chi. Said slowly: "When I first arrived, I still need to worry about Brother Cen to explain this matter."

Cen Chi nodded, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, which was starting to float again. At the same time, he pondered the things that Gao Qian was carrying in his mind, and then opened his eyes and slowly ordered some trivial things.

Listen carefully to Cen Chi's advice. Shen Jing nodded, walked to the body of the high dive and squatted down, and then lifted off a blanket that hung diagonally on his back.

There are several knives and daggers wrapped in the handles of hemp rope and leather faintly visible, if it weren't for Shen Jing's young age. Well-proportioned and neatly dressed, he wore a set of clothes that hung diagonally over his shoulders. It's like the shadow of a butcher.

Shen Jing took out a dagger from his coat and got busy with his hands and feet. The first thing is to cut the suit of the high dive.

After the two layers of blood-stained and scabbed clothing were cut, a side of leather armor-like clothing was revealed. The format of this garment is somewhat strange, there is no placket, and it seems that it cannot be called clothes.

Cen Chi sat at the head of the bed, tilted his head to look at Shen Jing, and looked at this young man who looked seven points similar to Gao Qian's clothes cutting real Gao Qian's clothes, and he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

The real high potential is dead and stiff, and the fake high potential is ripping off his coat.

Shen Jing slashed twice with the dagger in his hand on the strange armor, not only did he feel that the dagger was slipping, but there was no trace left on the armor.

Shen Jing showed a look of surprise in his eyes, turned his head to look at Cen Chi, and sighed: "My dagger, even if it cuts the backbone of a cow, it is only regarded as cutting sugar cane, but it can be scratched on this leather armor, but it has no effect at all."

"This is a crocodile armor, which is extremely strong and has a good protection against sharp stabs. However, because it does not have the support of hard armor, it cannot be used in sergeant armor, and it is generally only bought by some wealthy families and entrusted to craftsmen to make personal protective clothing." Cen Chi smiled faintly, "Wearing such leather armor, in the face of a rain of guns and arrows, the protection ability is also in vain."

Shen Jing's gaze moved back to Gao Qian's body, at this time, the bleeding from the external wound on the corpse had stopped, and it was not difficult to find that the fatal wound of the corpse was in the back, or an external wound. Without much hesitation, Shen Jing took the dagger to cut the clothes behind Gao Qian, and soon he found that this crocodile armor only had the front and no back.

Cen Chi watched this scene from the sidelines, and said: "This defect of the inner armor is here, not big enough, and the protective surface is not complete enough."

At this time, Fang Wu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly spoke: "It turns out that this is the reason why you want me to sit opposite you. But...... How can you be sure he wears his armor on the front before killing him?"

"Although this guess is also half of the luck, however, some details can still be seen." Cen Chi rubbed his heart, which began to beat a little bit again, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: "He was originally the person who was instructed by the prime minister to monitor us, and he has always been on guard, so he will not give up his body to someone who is on guard. He's been behind us all the way."

"Oh......" Fang Wu nodded slowly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "It seems that you also pay a lot of attention to high diving, so in this way, Shen Jing will follow you in the future, which will be much more reassuring."

Cen Chi heard a different meaning from Fang Wu's words, and immediately said, "Old Dao, are you ...... Going?"

"Hmm,. . [,！ It's time to go." Fang Wu didn't go around in circles, and said bluntly: "Your Du has been solved, and Gao Qian has also been killed, what else do you need me to help you?" Or, I can't help you with the rest of the matter, so let's just separate here."

As soon as Fang Wu finished saying this, even Shen Jing, who had just arrived on the side and didn't know the details of the relationship between the two of them, was also a buddy at hand and looked at it sideways.

Even he, an outsider, could feel it, Fang Wu had no such way of saying goodbye, it came too suddenly.

Looking at the gazes of the two people on the opposite side almost at the same time, Fang Wu raised his hand and bent his fingers into his sparse beard and drew twice, and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Am I not right?" You really don't need my help anymore."

Cen Chi half-knocked his upper eyelids. The tone was bitter: "Old Dao, unconsciously, I have become a very good friend of you."

What he meant by this was that the relationship between him and Fang Wutong did not have to be based on the purpose of having something to do. It is not only a desire to retain, but also a decision to blame Fang Fang for leaving without saying anything, and he also brought up such a reason that sounds a little cold.

Fang Wu could hear the annoyance in Cen Chi's tone. But a trace of warmth rose in my heart.

Cen Chi said this sentence. Isn't that what he wants to say? It's just that he is used to living a life of wandering through the mountains, rivers and wilderness, and although there are no obvious results in the cultivation of the Tao, he has cultivated his state of mind. But it is obviously much more late than Cen Qingqing. The nostalgia for his friend did not linger in his heart for too long, and was suppressed by his willpower to manipulate the affection.

"I'm not going to leave right away, at least in the last few days, when your injuries have been at their hardest. I'll stay and look after you." Fang Wu's eyes were clear and his expression was calm when he spoke. "Do you know how long it has been since I've had my hands stained with human blood?" I've long considered you a friend...... It's just that I'm not going to give you that pill again in the next few days, because I really don't want to stain my hands with my friend's blood."

"Heh......" Cen Chi raised his eyelids. Looking at Fang Wu, I wanted to smile, but I don't know when it started. His face was already numb, and his heart, which had been beating wildly before, suddenly became empty.

The next moment. He lost consciousness, leaning against the head of the bed and swaying and slanting.

Fang Wu had already expected this scene when he noticed that the two strange blush on Cen Chi's cheeks were beginning to fade. He took a step forward in time, grabbed Cen Chi's shoulders, which had lost his mental control, and then slowly moved his body to lie down.

The power of the small red pill can not last long, the effect of this medicine is to urge the human body to potential, and there is no benign effect of treatment, the harm to the human body is greater than the benefit, once the drug is dispersed, it is easy to cause a side effect similar to fake death.

Before, Fang Wu was vaguely aware that the purpose of Cen Chi must go to this pill was probably to keep his mind clear, so that he could carefully do the eradication of the high-potential corpses in the room without leaving a trace, plus Fang Wu himself was really not good at this, so he didn't stop Cen Chi from explaining the request.

But Cen Chi made such a request that was almost a gamble, Fang Wu really didn't dare to relax his spirit and give it a second time.

Seeing Cen Chi, who was leaning on the head of the bed just now and talking well, fell into a coma without warning, and not long after arriving, Shen Jing, who had not had time to understand what had happened in this room in detail, was really taken aback.

However, before he could take the initiative to ask, Fang Wuran slowly opened his mouth to explain a few words, calming the doubts in his heart.

Shen Jing didn't say anything more and continued to be busy with the matter at hand. After Fang Wu helped Cen Chi, who had lost consciousness, to lie down, he stretched out his fingers to tap his wrist pulse for a moment, and his brows were deeply locked, and he did not relax until the pulse was completed.

Sighing softly, Fang Wu stuffed the percussion hand back into the quilt, turned his face, and saw that Shen Jing, who was squatting on the ground, had already pulled off the clothes on the dead high dive's body, and was measuring the length of the sleeves of the clothes with a bamboo ruler at this moment.

A hesitant expression flashed on Fang Wu's face, and he was about to ask in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

Shen Jing is considered half of Fang Wu's fellow disciples, and this time he came to help him with righteousness, and he may face some dangers in the future because of today's events. Thinking of this, Fang Wu almost instinctively chose to be honest with him, and when he thought about it, he said it all.

Shen Jing was very familiar and skilled with the work he was operating, and when he heard Fang Wu's doubtful voice, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and he almost asked rhetorically: Do you really not understand?

But the words slipped into his mouth, and he swallowed them back into his stomach. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he only sighed softly in his heart: This kind of thing that he is extremely proficient in, for those who have fallen on the path, it is really incomprehensible, this is like the so-called cultivation turtle breath technique that Fang Wu has been obsessed with all his life, and he can't comprehend it when he puts it on his head.

"To erase one's habits and play the role of someone else, one must study the person's habits carefully enough, including the size of his clothes, trousers, shoes, etc., and whether he is left-handed, what his diet tastes like, and what kind of soap paste he uses when bathing...... There are so many trivial things that have to be mastered." Shen Jing gave a brief overview. After a short pause, he turned his head and said, "I will first observe this part of the record that can be seen, and some of the imitation content, and I will inquire when Brother Cen is in better spirits."

Although Shen Jing's explanation is concise, the words are clearly organized, and there is no half ambiguity. Even Fang Wu, a layman, could hear a hint of approval in his eyes.

But when Fang Wu saw Shen Jing picking up the corpse on the ground naked. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again, and suddenly thought of something, and immediately asked, "This corpse. . . What are you going to do about it?"

Shen Jing said without thinking: "If you want to deal with it without leaving a trace, you can hide people in this inn. [,！ The only way to do this is to 'dissolve the corpse and disperse'."

The corpse is scattered, and this name is so straightforward. Even Fang Wu, a layman, only had to listen to it once. You can probably understand what kind of substance the powder mentioned in Shen Jing's words is. There was a moment. He really wanted to ask, what is the path of the academic branch opened up by the nineteenth generation of the Beili School?

For example, Liao Shi is a disciple of the seventeenth generation of the North Fence, but the seventeenth generation of the Fence has undergone an academic transformation of nearly five generations. Nowadays, the skills that come out of the table are classified as pharmacy, and it is difficult for outsiders to associate them with the Beili school. And as a side line of the eighteenth generation of the North Fence, he has been through academic exchanges with four generations of disciples until now. He was subsumed into the realm of non-action.

As for the young man named Shen Jing in front of him, it seems that he has some tricks. But it is not exhaustive; He also has some poticide, but it's obviously biased. In addition, he should also be good at transfiguring and imitating voices, otherwise Xiao Kuang would not have picked him to help. It is only from these observations that this young man learns from a family that naturally blurs it.

"Shen Jing ......" Fang Wu hesitated to speak, and the few words that had been prepared in his heart were about to be said at this time, and the meaning was inexplicably blurred.

Shen Jing heard the strangeness in Fang Wu's tone, he stopped what he was doing, looked up at Fang Wu, and didn't take the initiative to ask, just waited with a concentrated attitude.

"In the future, you will have to take the place next to Gao Qiancen Chi, if you return to Beijing, this will be a dangerous task." Fang Wu touched his sparse beard, and said slowly with hesitation in his tone, "When Cen Chi's injury stabilizes, you have to ask him more about the details of Gao Qian's usual living habits. Although there is a ruthlessness in high-potential, it is rarely exposed, which seems to be quite different from your personality, and it is also one of the hardest elements to imitate a person! Gao Qian is dead, and the memory of his impression is easy to fade quickly in the hearts of those who know, so you have to hurry up."

Shen Jing listened to Fang Wu's words, his eyes moved slightly, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood up and waved his hand to thank Fang Wu.

Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of raindrops hitting the ground, and there was no precursor to wind and thunder, it came so suddenly. Shen Jing's gaze shifted, walked to the wall, pushed the built-in window panel to the side and opened a crack, his gaze passed through, and he cast it far away.

There are many sandstorms in the north, so the two types of windows in the south are not suitable for the construction here, maybe one day a gust of wind will directly lift the window panel out. The architecture of the Northland also relies heavily on the earth and stone structure, and does not pay attention to the elegance of the carved railings, but seeks stability, and this kind of embedded form is not only strong, but also has a good effect on sound isolation.

The window was only opened a crack, and the soundproofing was broken, and the rain was already rumbling outside the window. The small raindrops gathered 10,000 trillion and slapped on the ground, and the sound that could be ignored suddenly seemed to have a kind of force, hitting people's ear drums, and suddenly it made people feel a little tight.

Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he listened to Shen Jing look at the rain line outside the window and said slowly: "This rain came by coincidence, and it came well."

There are two kinds of things in the world that are long and ruined, except for fire, and then water.

Fang Wu knew Shen Jing Zanyu's true intentions, he didn't say anything about it, at this moment he was a little worried about Cen Chi who was lying quietly on the bed.

When the sound of rain outside the window suddenly came in through the crack in the window, Cen Chi, who didn't know whether to describe it as sleeping or unconscious, gradually tightened his brows again.

And at this moment, only he knows, because the sound of rain in the real world is the inducement, his mental world is gloomy, but at this moment, the rainy mountain road appears vaguely in front of him.

This was supposed to be the scene he was most afraid of saying goodbye.

- Even if he vaguely realized that what he saw in front of him was just a dream.

Under normal circumstances, people only dream when they have slept enough. In addition, it is after the mental stimulation that I can't sleep at night and have nightmares. Like Cen Chi, you can't get rid of the old nightmare situation that is more than 20 years apart. Or is it related to his poor physical condition at this time.

He had already been able to collect that memory well, but when his mental will was dragged down by his weak body, these memories that had been suppressed but not really forgotten all came to his mind unconsciously.

This smell brings a heavy weight to the mind, just like the tiredness stored in the body, which becomes profound when the body is in decline.

The mountain road under the rain curtain of the Great Wilderness Mountain appeared half-illusory and half-real again, but the figure holding the dagger on the mountain road, with a long but blurred face and facial features, was gone. The second senior brother who fell in a pool of blood was also gone. There was silence all around, only the sound of rain.

The raindrops, which can only be heard, but cannot be touched, are as dense as a curtain. It did not bring people the clarity of the new rain in the empty mountains, but it was like a canvas with filial piety, covering from the top of the head.

Cen Chi felt depressed, and he began to run wildly on the mountain road.

He doesn't know either. I ran so hard to escape. Or to look for.

……

When Cen Chi left the town where Lin Shan was located, it was still early but noon. And when he arrived in Shakou County, he planned to kill Gao Qian, and finally paid the price of half his life. Finally succeeded in killing Gao Qian, outside the bloody murder room, the sky was not yet dark.

When it suddenly rained heavily in Shakou County. When the sky finally darkened, a deserted town where the forest trees were located hundreds of miles away. Although the sky was darkening, there were no lacquer-colored rain clouds in the sky.

In the afternoon, after giving detailed instructions on the matter of clearing the bandit village, Lin Shan leaned on the chaise longue and fell asleep unconsciously, and there was no sign of waking up until it was dark.

Although Lin Shan said before falling asleep, he didn't have much to eat and drink. [,！ mouth, but the old wine still went to the kitchen to get busy, and carefully boiled a cup of warm soup. However, when she came back with the tonic soup, she saw that he was sleeping peacefully, and she refused to disturb it, but put the soup bowl aside, dragged a stool and sat next to him, tilting her head slightly and staring at his face blankly, as if she had forgotten the outside world, and refused to move her eyes for a long time.

Since his trauma had largely healed a year ago, her chances of being so close to him had been almost cut off.

In the past two years, although she has eaten and slept with him, and in the first three months of arriving here, he often needs to sit and lie down instead of lying flat to assist in the process of large-scale scalding and desaprophytic muscle behind him, so she is his "pillow", and skin kissing is really normal...... But unlike today, when she could only be lonely and keep the love of her heart, now this man is finally willing to open his heart to her.

It's acceptance, it's a promise, it's a treasure she's been looking forward to.

Although this love was long and hard, when she finally reaped the fruits, she did not regret it at all, she only felt full of sweetness and steadfastness. She knew that his emotions were always accumulating so slowly, but once he took the initiative to say a certain promise, it had an undoubted weight and sincerity that would determine his life.

It's just that...... He's going to be gone for a while......

Although he made it clear that this time he left was only about a year delayed. And her sanity told herself that compared to the thirteen years she had waited before, another year was not a long time. But at this moment, looking at the calm and sleeping face in front of her, she still couldn't help but feel a little anxious and sad, the next year seemed to be more difficult to wait than thirteen years.

Maybe this is because she could only look at him from afar before, not sure if she could cultivate with him in this life, so no matter how much she thought about it, she was just thinking about it. Now it's different, the long-awaited love has finally matured into her flower basket, so now she can't bear to part for a moment.

Women are possessive of love and sometimes they are not at all weaker than men.

I don't know how long she sat there, Chen Jiu felt a little tired, but she didn't get up to leave, but subconsciously leaned on Lin Shan's hand. There was still a trace of medicinal smell on his sleeves, and his slender and well-proportioned fingers were half-hidden in his sleeves when he held the pen all year round, Chen Jiu stared at this hand for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and shake it gently.

Somewhat cool.

She sat up straight again, gently grasped the wrist of the hand, tucked it into her sleeve, and tucked the blanket that the fir had covered her on the chaise longue.

Although her movements were gentle, Lin Shan, who was asleep, seemed to feel something, and her eyebrows, which were naturally stretched out due to calm sleep, suddenly jumped, and she quickly returned to calm.

Seeing him frowning, although it was only a momentary matter, Chen Jiu's mood still couldn't help but follow a trace of waves. After a little hesitation, he finally called softly: "San Lang?"

Lin Shan's sleeping face was still peaceful, only with the sound of even breathing, his chest rose and fell slightly.

Chen Jiu quickly sat back on the stool, but then her gaze stopped on the side of Lin Shan's face. If you don't think about it, his hair has changed color now, just look at his face, except that his complexion is a little lighter. Also emaciated a lot. In fact, his face is still the same as before, and there is no sign of the middle-aged man's face gradually slackening.

This may have something to do with the fact that he has not been able to gain weight, and that most of his daily affairs are carried out indoors. There is no need to go out in the wind and sun...... But Chen Jiu also knew very well that his physique had been very depleted in recent years, and if she hadn't taken care of his diet and daily life for a long time, I was afraid that even she would have been deceived.

This is the end of my mind. Chen Jiu suddenly thought of the pair of red candles handed over to her by Wu Xue, the imperial physician who had been expelled by the Imperial Medical Bureau not long ago, and had actually come to the Northland with Lin Shan with a mission. She couldn't help but feel a slight heat on her face.

The pair of red candles is not only used for lighting, but the mystery is actually in the wick.

The candle wick Tibetan medicine candle is not Liao Shi's work, but I am afraid that he is the only one in this world who dares to call the shots. Gift this pair of red candles to the aged wine.

It's just that Liao Shi was in a bit of a hurry, so he didn't have time to determine one thing, so he left half a chess move. He also entrusted this plan to Wu Ze. When Wu Ze first learned of Liao Shi's plan, his heart was full of disbelief. But then I thought about it calmly, and I was full of admiration, and secretly raised my thumb for Liao Shi's bold but careful planning.

The most rare thing is that this plan finally has a chance to be implemented.

- Although it may seem a little rushed.

It wasn't until the day before parting that Wu Ze, as an outsider, was sure that his observation was correct, and quietly handed over the pair of red candles, as well as the words left by Liao Shi with the red candles, to Chen Jiu.

This is indeed the case, and it is only today that Lin Shan has admitted his emotional destiny to Chen Jiu.

Among Lin Shan's subordinates, there were also a few who were clear-eyed and attentive, and they saw that something was finally about to happen between their Lord Lin and Sister Jiu.

In short, when the chores in the residence were all sorted out, the night before leaving here, everyone subconsciously reached a tacit agreement that the room where Lin Shan was resting was completely left to the old wine.

Strangely, Lin Shan didn't know anything about this.

The sky outside was getting darker, but the room where Lin Shan was resting became quieter, and the guards and maids in the residence seemed to be nowhere to be found.

However, although she felt that she had the support of everyone, and there was a feeling in her heart, her hands in the sleeves were clenched and relaxed several times, but she couldn't make a decision.

Bear one for him without his permission. [,！ Kids?

If this were to be left to another man, he would almost nod his head without thinking, right?

But if it involves the man in front of him, Chen Jiu's mood suddenly swayed. Although he has made a promise, but specifically speaking, this matter is only a glimpse of the eight characters, and before he has passed the level of his master, this matter is still half empty.

If there is anything that can make him even lift the fulfillment of this, it is very likely that it is the result of the burning of the red candle.

Can...... If you take the risk, you might not really anger him.

Maybe he will be really annoyed afterwards, but if he takes this risk and can finally give birth to a bloodline for him, even if he has no name, what is this sacrifice?

No, if it is feasible to force it, what is it if you have waited for so many years?

For a while, Chen Jiu only felt that the five flavors were mixed, and he couldn't distinguish whether he was happy or annoyed, and he couldn't tell the difference between anxiety and sourness. The pair of red candles given by Wu Zedai Liao Shi did not carry the old wine with her, otherwise she was not sure at this time whether she would light the candle without thinking.

Although she was a little moved by staring at the sleeping man in front of her for a long time, she actually hoped that this matter could start in another way.

As a woman, maybe it's by nature, I always want to be embraced and cared for by my beloved man, rather than always chasing by myself.

Chen Jiu's eyes flickered for a moment, and finally he didn't get up to get the pair of red candles, but lowered his head again, gently lifted one of Lin Shan's sleeves and spread it on the edge of the chaise longue, and then lowered his face and pillowed it.

"Saburo, if I did that. Are you going to annoy me?" With his head resting on his sleeves, he sniffed the faint smell of honey locusts and wound medicine, and Chen Jiu muttered.

Still no reply from him, only the sound of his even breathing in my ears.

In fact, it's good to have this kind of company.

However, at this time, even the wine closest to Lin Shan's aging is unknown, Lin Shan's surface is sleeping so peacefully, but in fact, the spiritual world is in a dark state.

The quiet night sky of the Great Barren Mountain is full of stars, and these elves of the sky who will quietly blink in the past in the little junior brother. Tonight it seems to be frozen in frost and dead silence. It lost its vitality, only to render the faint glow of the cold, illuminating the outline of the grass house.

This nightmare. Not again!

When he saw the hazy but familiar scenery in front of him, Lin Shan, who didn't know where he was, began to tighten his heart again. The dream that belonged to Cen Chi also belonged to him.

It's just in Cen Chi's dream. There is an inextricable rain and fog, blurring and damp outline of a scene on the mountain. And in the dream of the forest cedar. There was no rain, only dew that seemed colder than the rain that fell from heaven. How many grass leaves there are on the Great Wilderness Mountain, how much of this wet and cold water vapor is drenched.

More than twenty years ago, that night when blood was spilled on the grass. For Cen Chi, it is impossible to erase the shadow of childhood that has changed his heart. And for Lin Shan, what happened that night. Isn't it a hole in my heart when I was young!

The pain of that night turned into a nightmare afterwards. Remains in his memory. Although more than 20 years have passed, this nightmare rarely disturbs his sleep, but as long as he re-experiences it in his dream, the feeling of falling into the ice cellar and being numb will be deepened again.

On the mountain road where the mountains and grasses are deep and heavy, the young man in green shirt runs wildly in a panic.

The hem of the young man's cotton shirt has been cut through more than a dozen tears by the thorns he encountered, and the cotton cloth has opened the cotton thread, revealing the underwear that is close to his body, and then it is also torn by thorns.

Until the spikes pierced the skin, and the tiny beads of blood seeped into the plain clothes, the boy still didn't care about his own body, and ran like crazy on the mountain road in the night, not to avoid any wild beast, but to catch up with the long back in front of him.

However, the boy was a step slower.

By the time he caught up with the long back, he had already reached the grass hut. A long, familiar figure, with a sharp dagger in the palm of his hand, something seemed too late to stop.

The child curled up on the bed rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the two people standing at the door, one tall and one short, and said in some surprise: "Master...... Senior brother? What's wrong with you?"

The long figure seemed to smile, and then said in a calm tone: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new bed?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, the young man in green shirt, who was holding on to the door frame and panting roughly, suddenly roared loudly: "No! You're not a Master! "

As soon as the young man's words fell, the long figure in the shadow of the grass hut turned his face, and the starlight that was almost frosty reflected on the person's face, and the familiar outline was indeed visible, and the young man who was panting violently was suddenly stunned.

"Shan'er, are you going to deceive the teacher?"

Although the figure's face was familiar, the tone of his voice obviously had a strange roughness.

The young man looked at the man's face and was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes quickly gathered again with doubts, and he muttered three words: "You are not ......" At the same time, the young man's footsteps moved towards the house.

"Eventful!" The long figure seemed to be finally annoyed, and with a sharp wave of his wide sleeves, he dragged back the young man in the green shirt who had just taken two steps from his side and approached the child on the bed in the house, and threw it towards the corner of the house.

The boy's thin back slammed against the masonry wall, and he couldn't stand up for a long time as he sat on the ground, and it was difficult for him to say half a word.

However, when the child curled up in the quilt on the bed saw this scene, he only felt a little surprised when he saw the sudden arrival of the master at night, and the surprise in his eyes had been replaced by shock.

"Master? What are you doing! ".

[,！ The child rolled out of bed and ran to the boy who was sitting in the corner of the room, trembling from the sharp pain in his back.

"Chi'er, if you are willing to be obedient, you can bear less pain." The long figure spoke again, and there was an exhortation in his words, but his tone of voice was still without emotion, "Don't move, Master will send you there soon......"

The child who ran towards the corner with his back to the door not only did not understand the hidden danger in these words, but also did not see the long figure standing in the doorway not far behind him walking towards him.

This kid is full of worries at this time, and they are all senior brothers who have fallen into the corner and have not been able to stand up.

"Senior brother? Are you alright......" the child asked cautiously, groping his way to the corner of the wall in the dimly lit interior.

However, just as he was about to reach the corner, he suddenly felt himself pushed away by an oncoming force and fell a few steps away......

Immediately, the boy's roar came again, repeating two words in fragments:

"Let's go!"

……

The sharp and cold dagger flashed with a silver light, and at first it seemed to be just a little bit of skin, but in an instant it was halfway into it, nailed to the chest.

The warm chest suddenly invaded an ice thorn, but there was no blood overflowing, but the feeling of weakness that the biting coldness blocked the blood flow, which made people almost suffocate. That coldness, that chill, as if the whole body was frozen in an instant.

It was as if every drop of blood from the limbs had condensed into ice beads, so the body did not feel the slightest pain, but could not stop trembling...... If you are covered in ice, why can you still tremble?

In the deep and blurry night, Lin Shan first felt terrified when he watched the dagger in his master's hand pierce his chest, but soon, this panic turned into surprise.

The wound did not bleed, and the feeling of death was not painful, but the piercing coldness embedded in the warmest part of the body seemed to produce a feeling more unbearable than pain.

(To be continued)