Sixteen years after the night, the dark and manic rain was falling, revealing a strong smell of blood. The soaked green silk sticks to the forehead, and under the clear eyes, the time has been forgotten.

The thin body carried the weak body on his back and shuttled through the barren mountains and shrubs......

In the days of escape, leaning on her thin but strong shoulders, she felt very steady, and her lotus-like white hands were tightly coiled on her thin shoulders, for fear that she would lose something if she was not careful.

After a few days of getting along, his eyes were pitying and affectionate, looking at the middle-aged man who was already exhausted and carrying him on his back, although he didn't know what purpose he was trying to save her, this guy always escaped from that mountain, and naturally he was still on guard.

Since that day, when I rescued her from the crowd, I saw the chilling breath and murderous methods on his body, and I had never seen him on the road, but he was silent and distracted, except to take care of her carefully, like a warm-hearted man next door.

A few days ago, he seemed to hear it frequently in his ears, no matter where he was or where he was, he didn't forget to tease the woman first, and the tip of his mouth was as smooth as honey.

I thought that this wandering soul was pretending to be deep, maybe the ignorant was a womanizer in his bones, how could he not survive it after all!

Far away in the sky, close in front of you, don't do anything in front of you, I'm afraid that you are looking for flowers and willows in the opportunity at the right time.

But every time she walked along the way, when she was resting, this wandering soul didn't know how to pity the fragrance and jade, but always regarded her as a burden and threw her aside at will, as if she were an object, as if she were an object, and then found a place not far from her, sat alone and closed her eyes to breathe.

The villain who is rumored to be a lone person who walks in the world and smells the fragrance of flowers, but does not know how to give flowers to others after seeing and getting along with them.

After about touching another half a day's journey, she stopped, thinking that she must have found a good place after a bumpy journey, but a trace of disappointment appeared on her face and she sighed, but in a short breath, she walked step by step and looked at her eyes as before, so for her, it was commonplace, but there was no other taste.

......

A city is a city that has been reduced to dust.

On the ruins overgrown with weeds, no one swayed for a long time, and there was no smoke curling from the cooking, like a sin that covered the red dust that had been eroded by the wind.

Even though it is overgrown with weeds, there will still be the sound of freedom of birds and beasts constantly echoing there.

From a distance, only this weed seems to grow a little strangely, as if it has been planted by people regularly, the perfect arc is presented in front of you, and there are stones of different sizes around it, presumably the foundation before this ruin, if it is not for the crazy washing of the rainstorm, it must not have come out.

Finding a large boulder that had risen, the boy slowly placed the girl on his back on it, took out some herbs from the storage bag he carried, put them in his mouth and chewed continuously.

Immediately, looking at the woman lying in front of him, he put his right hand on the woman's thin waist, and neatly untied his clothes, and his snow-white skin was exposed to the air at a glance.

The young man spit out the chewed herbs in his mouth expressionlessly, put it between the palm of his right hand and applied it to the woman's chest, and then tore off a piece of clothing on his body to bandage it, and after a while, the woman's clothes were rearranged, and with a long sigh of relief, he lay on the ground a little weakly.

The young man had clear eyebrows, but his body was a little thin, his face looked bloodless, he was wearing a torn blue shirt covered with dried blood, the scars between his eyebrows seemed to be painted, his pupils revealed painful patience, and his left arm with his sleeves rolled up was printed with flowing black blood, as if it was eroding the flesh step by step.

Sitting there, staring blankly at the black bloodshot that was slowly devouring his soul, thinking about it, suddenly frowning, suddenly his eyes were full of unwilling bloodshots, and his mouth was chattering intermittently.

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. The boy muttered and sighed deeply.

After Qin Huaiguan changed the medicine for the woman at the wound, he first secretly opened his left eye, as if he was looking for something, and he looked very playful. So he moved his gaze to about a foot away, and then opened his eyes.

Looking at Qin Huaiguan not far away, he frowned his forehead, and muttered in his heart: "Waste green, like wood." ”

Then, his gaze fell on his chest, don't look at Qin Huaiguan, this guy looks cold, and the method of bandaging the wound will be so fine.

......

Under the woman's starry eyes, if it is a hazy fog, it is better to say that it is the clarity of the beginning of love. Even if she is dusty or tired, you can still see her petite face and delicate facial features, which cannot hide her amazing beauty beyond her age between her eyebrows.

The faint willow eyebrows are not decorated without any modification, the long eyelashes flicker like two small brushes, and the bright pair of big eyes that make people feel dazzling to the point of palpitations, unusually smart and energetic, and the age of twenty-eight is really enviable.

The face of such a white horse passing through the gap, perhaps the far emaciated back brings ignorance of love, I don't know what this love is, and I can't say it clearly.

Just looking at the emaciated back, unconsciously, the rain with the smell of blood stopped, and a blood-red cloud appeared in the sky, dyeing the sky red, and faintly saw that there seemed to be dark clouds looming at the end of the world in the distance.

Carrying a blood-red light, through the barrier of the surrounding trees, slightly mottled, a gust of mountain wind blew, also with a cold moisture, falling on the leaves of this ruin overgrown with weeds and shrubs, the original mottled seemed even more depressed and stingy.

Looking at the rain that had stopped between heaven and earth, Qin Huaiguan lifted his body, his eyes swept over the ruins in front of him that had long been flooded by weeds with a tangled meaning, and in an instant, Qin Huaiguan jumped lightly and turned into a virtual shadow.

The next moment, he landed on a large rock at the top of a mountain, looking down on the surroundings.

The ruins are full of rocks and weeds, I don't know how many cycles of growth and withering, withering and growing, lush. Especially after this rain, the air is moist, the smoke and dust are washed away, and it is much fresher.

The former traffic is still there, Yiyi's mind is up, not to see people, but to sigh constantly in his heart, no one knows what he is sighing about, even he doesn't know what he is sighing about until now.

Standing there for a long time, the originally cold pupils became cloudy, and the damp wind on the top of the mountain blew through for a whole hour. Qin Huaiguan took a deep breath of air, spit out the turbid qi that had been buried in his heart for a long time, held it tightly in his hand, glanced at it reluctantly, and held it tightly with a short slight tremor, suddenly, with a wave of his hand, as it fell into the pool of water under him, he no longer lingered and turned away.

Falling lightly, although the white clothes are tattered, the figure is still ethereal, coupled with Qin Huaiguan's delicate face, like a personable son, but it is a pity that the conspicuous scars and dirty messy hair between the eyebrows, not to mention the lack of grace, makes people feel that he is a down-and-out and crazy son.

Born with purple qi from the heart, the Buddha in the world is eternal.

Some people are born with their own temperament, and some people are indeed acquired, this sentence describes this teenager in this way, both have the temperament that ordinary people do not have, but have the temperament that they can't have.

It's a bit weird to say that.

When the woman saw Qin Huaiguan's figure, she could no longer see the confusion revealed in his eyes, but a kind of humility to let go, or even a kind of relief that was forced to be helpless.

......

The bonfire in the night lit up at the other side, and the flickering light of the fire was like a star falling from the sky.

Xuanyue was still obscured by the flowing clouds as it had been a few days and nights, but this time it was not too deep, although it was faint and dim, but it was condescending, and the movement under it was unobstructed.

Sometimes I saw unknown little beasts shuttling back and forth in the low drum, and sometimes I heard the terrifying spirit monster roaring in the long night, as if declaring the lord's might.

Qin Huaiguan held a sword in his hand, and on the sword was placed the body of an unknown person, and the back and forth flipping made the unknown corpse heat evenly on both sides.

I don't know how long it took, the surface of the unknown flesh took on a golden yellow color, and a smell of flesh filled the two of them.

Maybe she smelled the smell of meat that made people drool, or maybe her stomach was turning and she was doing evil, the woman who had been sleeping for a long time opened her eyes, and just watched Qin Huaiguan quietly and curiously on the side doing skillful movements.

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm. ”

"Here, it's cold and smells fishy. ”

Looking at the rotten wood lump in front of him, he glanced at the meat handed over, and the meat that was handed over was still steaming on it, and the fragrance slowly rose on it. After pausing for a second, he returned his gaze to Qin Huaiguan's face.

Qin Huaiguan's voice was the first time she had heard it, and she was hoarse and helpless.

After taking the cooked meat handed over, a drunken aroma of meat tempted the throat to flow slightly. Her eyes were slightly closed, and after a while, she exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and the woman returned the meat in her hand to Qin Huaiguan.

Qin Huaiguan didn't care about the woman's behavior, he couldn't bear the smell of the meat that made people appetizing, so he deliberately dangled around in front of the woman's eyes, tore off a piece of meat, and the oily golden oil suddenly appeared, which was coveted.

Let's go!

After putting it in his mouth, Qin Huaiguan was also strange enough! The collision of upper and lower teeth was brought into full play, the pupils were slightly squinted but not slightly squinted, the expression was slightly contrived and exaggerated, and at the same time a strange sound came out of the throat.

Seeing Qin Huaiguan's funny behavior, the woman didn't look serious, and her forehead and eyebrows squeezed inward, and she didn't feel a trace of disgust, but it made her feel a little funny.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it?" Don't you feel a little empty and lonely in your stomach?" Qin Huaiguan raised his eyebrows and shook the cooked meat in his hand slightly.

"I don't eat it..."

"If you really don't eat it? doesn't this fragrant and greasy meat provoke the gluttonous worms in your girl's belly?"

"It's good to eat some wild fruits, eating meat is a taboo for me"

"Who told you these truths!"

"Naturally, it's my master and his old man!" the woman said, her eyes showing unwavering respect.

"What are you cultivating this girl?" Qin Huaiguan asked casually as he kept chewing in his mouth.

"Naturally, it is the Immortal Dao of cultivation, is it still the Demon Dao of cultivation?" the woman blurted out, and when she talked about demons in her mouth, she paused and set her eyes on Qin Huaiguan.

"What is that fairy, and what is a demon?" asked as a woman so playful, her eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Immortals are naturally the embodiment of justice, and demons are the antisense of immortals!"

"Then why is justice not a demon, but a demon in your mouth? Is it true that I look righteous like this? Or is it really righteous that you say you are cultivating?"

"Well, this..."

"Isn't that an immortal?"

"Hmm. ”

"Therefore, immortals are both demons, and demons are not immortals, they are all cultivators! They are all on the road of cultivation, so why bother to quarrel, but everything lies in itself, they are all in the pursuit of beauty, and they are not in the wrong way, what is justice and what is anti-righteousness, don't people in the world know?

"Hmm..."

Qin Huai looked at the woman with a blank face, smiled, picked up a branch beside him and shook the fire in front of him, and the originally gloomy bonfire ignited again.

"The way of the world lies in tolerance. Qin Huaiguan whispered.