The leaves are withering, the sky is merciless, and the earth is cold!

Guo Songyang took two steps forward, but turned back again, he looked at Qiu Leng, and his face was full of a smile of relief.

Qiu Leng suddenly felt a parting sting, so he hurriedly said, "Master, don't you want to watch the apprentice play again and then leave?" ”

Guo Songyang sighed meaningfully: "No, the time for being a teacher is running out." ”

Qiu Leng thought that Guo Songyang had something important to do, so he shook his head in frustration. He pouted and complained, "Master, you only taught the apprentice martial arts, and you didn't instruct me in every move. ”

Guo Songyang shook his head, but suddenly said coldly: "Farewell!" ”

Qiu Leng looked at his back and hurriedly said, "Then tomorrow will be okay, tomorrow I will definitely arrive earlier than you, Master, and you will guide me tomorrow!" ”

Guo Songyang laughed: "Tomorrow? Haha, maybe there is no tomorrow! His laughter was filled with a kind of desolation, and there was a hint of despair in his voice.

Qiu Leng was in a very lost mood, and said to himself: "What a strange person, happy for a while but ruthless, now I don't even want to recognize me, maybe there is no tomorrow, who are you teasing?" ”

When Guo Songyang walked ten steps, he suddenly turned his head and showed a spring smile at Qiu Leng , which was enough to drive away all the cold. "You don't need my guidance, you can! Treasure! He turned his head with a smile and strode away.

Guo Songyang's steps were very fast, and his steps were also very messy, Qiu Leng had never seen him so flustered.

Twilight is falling, and the night is dark!

The clouds are falling!

No stars and no moon, a raging storm!

"Ahh Qiu Leng suddenly realized. His voice was almost hoarse.

He knew that no matter how loud he was, he would not stop Guo Songyang's footsteps!

Once he goes, it will be difficult to come back.

Qiu Leng knew that he was going to try his sword by himself! So he said, maybe there is no tomorrow.

It's a point of no return!

Where did Guo Songyang go? Where is he going to compete with Jing Wufang? Qiu Leng ran out like crazy.

The storm swept the earth, as if it were about to swallow it in one gulp, and the dead branches swayed and broke at any time.

Some of the dead grass was uprooted and disappeared into the storm.

Qiu Leng is running desperately, where is he going? He didn't know, he was just running around.

I don't know how many falls he fell, his consciousness has been blurred, no matter how loudly he shouts, he can't see Guo Songyang's figure.

The rain poured down, wetting the cold eyes, and for a while I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

It's early winter, and it shouldn't rain so violently, but it should be soft and thin snowflakes at this time.

This may be the last rain before God took pity on Guo Songyang and saw him off.

Guo Songyang is a peerless hero!

There is a lot of rain to part, and the road is worried.

The rain is reminiscing, connecting the profound pictures, it seems to be like a screen playing back a person's whole life!

The rain is gone, and the picture is broken.

It's all gone.

It's sunny again, and it's cloudless.

Qiu Leng was lying on the bed when he woke up, but he held the sword tightly in his hand and never let go.

He did this because he could make his heart feel better, but could his heart really feel better?

The blue scorpion was holding a bowl of hot soup, and she said affectionately and caringly to Qiu Leng: "You finally woke up, you passed out all night." ”

Qiu Leng said: "Oh. ”

"Hurry up and drink the soup while it's hot."

"Oh."

"Why do you have an extra sword in your hand, no matter how hard I try, you won't let go, what happened?" The blue scorpion asked eagerly.

"Oh." Qiu Leng's eyes were dim, as if a person had died and crawled out of the coffin silently, he seemed to have forgotten everything, all this might not be important to him anymore.

"How do you feel like you've lost your soul?" The blue scorpion said, her heart was in a hurry, she was too worried.

Qiu Leng shook his head, "Oh." His expression was wooden.

He just mechanically memorized a word to prove that he wasn't dead, that he was alive.

But what is the difference between living and dying?

A remnant shell without a soul, only a body.

"What's wrong with you? Last night's rainstorm, you lie under the maple tree, and you are not afraid of being swept away by the flood. The blue scorpion said again.

Qiu Leng seemed to hear a little dissatisfaction in the blue scorpion's tone, and he could imagine feeling the scene of the blue scorpion braving the heavy rain yesterday to look for him and bring him back.

In the good, in the perfect woman will also have complaints.

Qiu Leng's heart tingled, and he said, "Master Guo Songyang went to find Jing Wuming to compete with the sword." ”

The blue scorpion exclaimed, "You actually worshipped the Songyang Iron Sword as a teacher? So what am I? "She was so scared, she was afraid that she would lose everything in an instant.

Qiu Leng said word by word to the blue scorpion: "You are my wife, from the depths of my heart, I have long regarded you as my wife." ”

Even if a woman hears this kind of thing a thousand times, she will still be moved to tears.

The blue scorpion then said: "I believe that Guo Songyang will come back, Jing Wuming is definitely not Guo Songyang's opponent!" ”

He knew that the blue scorpion was comforting him, but his eyes suddenly lit up, Guo Songyang was not without a chance.

And his chances are already great, he has entered the early stage of selflessness. He is now in the same realm as Shangguan Jinhong, and Jing Wuming is by no means so.

Qiu Leng remembered Jing Wuming's terrifying fast sword again, his right hand! His right hand is much faster than his left! Is that kind of drawing of the sword the ultimate in swordsmanship?

All martial arts in the world are broken, but only fast is not broken!

Qiu Leng said: "Guo Songyang is alone, and Jing Wuming has Shangguan Jinhong by his side." ”

The blue scorpion said: "Shangguan Jinhong doesn't bother to do this kind of thing at all, he will never make a move!" ”

Qiu Leng said: "As long as Shangguan Jinhong stands by Jing Wuming's side, whether he makes a move or not, it will bring beast-like pressure to Guo Songyang, and you have to stare at him all the time." But the master has already entered the realm of no sword in his hand. ”

The blue scorpion's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said: "Since he has forgotten about others, he should be able to have no distractions, you really think too much." ”

Qiu Leng didn't know why, and suddenly had a strong feeling that Jing Wuming was definitely not Guo Songyang's opponent.

But when he remembered Guo Songyang's words before leaving, he felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

Qiu Leng said: "I'll go out for a walk." ”

The blue scorpion did not stop him, but said, "I'll go with you." ”

Qiu Leng said: "Myself." "He's in a mess, he wants to be quiet.

The blue scorpion said, "Drink the soup." ”

Qiu Leng said: "Okay." He finished the hot soup and looked at the blue scorpion gratefully.

There is also a strangeness in the eyes of the blue scorpion, which is a kind of reluctance and a kind of contentment. There was also a kind of grievance, and her eyes seemed to tell something.

Qiu Leng had never seen such a complex and changeable look in the eyes of a blue scorpion.

"What's wrong with you? What's weird today? Qiu Leng suddenly asked.

The blue scorpion came back to her senses, and she hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing." Slow down on your way and don't bump into it. Her words are like a mother caring for her child.

Qiu Leng said: "I'm not a child. ”

After saying that, Qiu Leng had already walked out of the threshold.

Qiu Leng didn't look back, and if he turned back, he would definitely not go again.

The blue scorpion's tears had fallen, and she looked at Qiu Leng's back and watched silently.

Her eyes were empty.

She has a lot on her mind, like the winter wind outside, all the time blowing, always talking.

At this time, the last touch of red wine in the Lover's glass was also ruthlessly smashed.

"It's over, it's time for it to end." She never regretted anything, although she was now wearing coarse cloth clothes and no heavy makeup, she was satisfied.

When the tears were gone, she closed her eyes.

"If you are following, you have passed through the door in your previous life, and you will follow Hongchen and me for a lifetime!" It's a pity that she never had a chance to hear what Qiu Leng said.

Some things and people are wrong, no matter how much you regret it, you can't get it back!

"Great Joy Bodhisattva, since you are here, why do you hide in the dark and dare not show up?" The blue scorpion's words were full of coldness, and her eyes were full of coldness, as if there were no tears at all.

The Bodhisattva of Great Joy giggled, and a mountain like a ball of meat broke in, and her full body of horizontal flesh actually brought down the door frame.

"My sister has such a keen sense of smell that she knows I'm here." The Great Joy Bodhisattva said with a smile.

I could only see her flesh trembling, and I couldn't see her opening her mouth to speak.