In the ring, in the rain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old beggar hugged the nun in his arms, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Xinghuan also holds Miaoyun in his arms, ruthless in his eyes, but gentle.

Jinghui looked at the scene in front of her and suddenly felt jealous.

She was jealous of why two dead women were loved by someone, and she was never loved by anyone.

Jealousy comes and goes quickly.

In the end, only loneliness remains.

She suddenly smiled, and her smile was very sad......

Coughing, Xinghuan couldn't stop with blood in his mouth, and he barely smiled.

After a while, he looked down at Miao Yun in his arms, and said softly: "I'll take you to the golden top to see the clouds and glow, okay." ”

Miao Yun died for him, and he should also do something for the other party.

Silently, Miaoyun's lips moved slightly, and she said silently: "Good ......"

After swallowing a blood pill, Xinghuan slowly got up and hugged Miaoyun.

On the side, the old beggar also suddenly got up, hugged the nun, and muttered to himself, "Xin'er, let's go home." ”

Two men, each holding two women in their arms, passed by.

Jinghui didn't stop and didn't make another move.

She was tired.

However, there was no one for her to rely on......

Miao Yan stepped forward and called softly: "Master." ”

Jing Hui came back to her senses and said tiredly: "Send those who came to the conference down the mountain, and then ...... Close the mountain gate ......"

Miao Yan curtsied and slowly retreated.

Soon, the square was empty, except for some disciples who were still guarding here, only Jing Hui was left.

She wielded the Heavenly Sword and danced in the rain.

After this night, her 3,000 strands of hair were gone......

The old beggar went down the mountain.

Xinghuan is going up the mountain.

Out of the mountain gate, the old beggar disappeared without a trace.

He did not pursue the nun's death.

Maybe he's already guessed the answer.

Perhaps, he just wants to spend the rest of his life peacefully with the nun.

When is the time for retribution......

When......

Emei golden top, the top of the golden Buddha's head, Xinghuan sat on it with Miaoyun in his arms.

Occasionally, lightning struck, but it strangely bypassed him.

The lightning was in awe of the power of heaven and earth within him.

The effect of the blood pill was very powerful, allowing him to recover quickly, at least, temporarily out of the brink of life and death.

So along the way, he was in a hurry with light work.

For this, he vomited blood all the way.

He didn't care, though.

Because Miao Yun is dying.

Although he forcibly used his own internal force to hang the other party's last breath along the way.

But that doesn't keep it going for long.

The blood pill can only be used by him, and Miaoyun cannot be eaten.

For others, the blood pill is a poisonous pill, and if you eat it rashly, you will inevitably explode and die.

Only Xinghuan's immortal technique can digest the blood pill unharmed.

Under the strong internal force, the invisible energy wrapped the two together, isolating everything from the outside world.

It's just that Miaoyun's delicate body is still very cold, and it is getting colder and colder......

There is always a time when the wind and rain will stop.

Gradually, the rain became smaller and smaller.

Xinghuan's internal strength is about to be exhausted, and Miaoyun's life is about to come to an end.

The sky was not yet dawn, and the clouds and glow had not yet appeared.

After thinking about it, Xinghuan condensed a drop of blood from his heart and fed it to Miaoyun.

The wound pierced by the sword qi of the Heavenly Sword had not yet healed, which saved him a lot of strength.

This drop of blood made him reluctantly swallow another blood pill, and he barely eased up.

A drop of blood can't save Miaoyun, but it can make the other party last longer.

The surroundings are quiet, the autumn breeze caresses lightly, and the sound of rain is sparse.

The nights are long, really long......

Silently, Xinghuan sighed: "Actually, you don't have to block that sword for me, I won't die." ”

He wants Miao Yun to persevere, so he can only use words to get the other party's attention.

Miaoyun understood what he meant, but she couldn't answer, just silently leaned in her arms and looked at him.

Xinghuan smiled, brushed her messy hair for Miaoyun, and lied: "The sun will come out soon." ”

Miaoyun's spirit has begun to trance, and she can't tell the passage of time.

So, she believed.

The blood of the heart is just a purer essence blood, and it has no effect of resurrecting the dead.

In a short period of time, Xinghuan can't condense the second drop, even if he pays his life, he can't condense it.

This drop of blood has overdrawn his life.

The rain stopped, the wind stopped.

Miao Yun slowly closed her eyes.

She's so tired......

Xinghuan looked at the pale face in his arms, coughed, wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, and said, "I'll play a tune for you." ”

Miao Yun was indifferent.

Xinghuan took out the white jade dongxiao on his waist and put it to his mouth.

Three lives, three lives......

Therefore, this piece is called Three Lives and Three Worlds.

At the end of the song......

No matter how Xinghuan is retained, when it is time to separate, it will still be separated after all.

I don't know how long it took, but the clouds and glow after the rain finally appeared.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, and the glow is brilliant.

It's beautiful, really beautiful.

This is the most beautiful scenery Xinghuan has ever seen in his life.

It's just that Miao Yun still couldn't see it after all.

At some point, she had fallen into a deep sleep, not breathing.

In silence, Jinghui appeared behind the two.

Leaning over, Xinghuan kissed Miaoyun's forehead gently.

Then, he faced the rising sun, the colorful glow, and the clouds, and jumped down.

He was equally tired, both physically and mentally, he was already exhausted.

Therefore, for Jinghui behind him, he really didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In the clouds, it wasn't until Xinghuan's figure completely disappeared that Jing Hui withdrew her gaze and looked at Miao Yun, who had been lying on the ground for a long time.

She didn't leave, but instead of Xinghuan, she hugged Miaoyun.

In this way, she accompanied Miaoyun, sitting on top of the Buddha's head, looking at the morning sun and Caixia in a daze, speechless.

After a long time, two lines of tears slowly fell.

This Emei, from now on, she is really the only one left.

A ...... alone

The world seems to have been reborn after the storm, clean and refreshing.

Three days later, the rivers and lakes were surging because of a piece of news.

Xinghuan died.

The descendant of Xiao Li's flying knife, Xinghuan, is dead.

was pierced through the heart by Jing Hui, the head of the Emei Dynasty, with a sword, and finally died at the top of Emei.

This news made everyone excited and rushed to Emei.

Xinghuan is dead, will there be anything left on the corpse......

Inexplicably, a riot broke out because of Xinghuan's corpse.

It's a pity that the Emei faction has closed the mountain.

Externally, Jinghui only left one sentence.

Xinghuan's body had already been thrown from the top of Emei by her, and her whereabouts were unknown.

Whether everyone believes it or not, Jinghui no longer cares.

The Emei faction is not a small sect.

It can exist for thousands of years, and its heritage and strength are definitely not as simple as outsiders imagine.

So far, no one has ever been able to force their way up Mount Emei.

Those who dared to break in, without exception, all turned into corpses and were thrown off Mount Emei.

The nun died, leaving Xinghuan with a troublesome problem that was difficult to resolve.

Xinghuan died, but he left a legend for the rivers and lakes, a bloody storm.

It's just getting started.

The rivers and lakes are even more chaotic......