Twenty miles outside the city of Chuzhou are continuous mountains. There is a stronghold of the Ming Palace in a large mountain called Xing'a, surrounded by a mountain col surrounded by stinger forests on three sides, and the entrance is hidden.

The stone chambers in the col are connected, and the trees and flowers are mixed together, which is another scene.

As soon as the sky was bright, there was a long whistling sound from the top of the mountain, which passed through the mountains and forests, and could be faintly heard. It was Xu Younan who was indulging in the mountaineering and howling.

Ever since he heard that on the night of the Kinmen Farewell, he was drunk and mad, roaring wildly on the desert, and wandering, Xu Younan discovered the benefits of this activity, which was highly respected by the famous men of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

The three good things of Wei and Jin celebrities: indulgence, Qingxiao, and Wushi San.

Xu Younan is a sober-minded and self-controlled person, even if he has pain to solve, he also knows what to touch and what not to touch.

He has a good amount of alcohol, and when he went undercover in Changle Palace, he called those drunken people brothers, and he was not drunk with a thousand cups. However, he rarely drank alcohol, and he would not even touch something like Wushisan that could make people addicted and crazy. Du is keen on Qingxiao.

In the desert where there is no one, on the top of the mountains, wearing hair and leather shoes, indulging in roaring, and stopping madness.

Mu Dian can say that he is a ghost crying wolf.

Xu Younan didn't get angry when he heard this, and said to her with a smile: "Do you know what can hurt the human body the most?" It's not four hours and six lewd, the wind is cold, the summer is damp and dry. It's not a hundred ghosts, swords, guns, swords, halberds, forks, and ropes. It's your own anger, resentment, turbidity, depression...... Kaqin, you should learn my method the most, you are still young now, when you reach my age, you must be black-eyed and resentful, you look at the elder me, how beautiful the demeanor is. ”

Mu Dianke didn't raise his head: "I think my face is hateful." ”

Mu Dianke's ears are very good, at this time, he was parked at the foot of the mountain, and he could hear the long whistling sound faintly coming from the mountains and forests, but he also wanted to learn from Xu Younan's roar.

Shouting out all the unwillingness and brokenness of this heart.

Xu Younan is a person who hates him the closer you get to him, and the more you hate him, the more you understand him.

He has harmed Mu Dianke countless times, but he has taught her many practical truths in the world, so that she can better live in this troubled world.

At this moment, Mu Dianke felt that his mood was very complicated.

Lifting the curtain and looking at the lush jungle covering the sky and sun on the mountainside, he was silent for a moment and stepped out of the car.

Qu Ya saw that her expression had returned to her usual coldness, thinking that she had calmed down.

Only then did he step forward and say to her: "Because of Xu Younan's guarantee, the sixth prince did not dispose of Fang Junhe. Huo An, Yu Li, and Yaoyi and others were all tortured, and Zhaoyang Zhaohui was also imprisoned in a water prison.

You're going to be ... It really hurt him too much. Don't have to be hard with him when you meet, just let him. ”

Qu Ya has always been a little silent, and today he said so many words for the first time, which made Mu Dian a little surprised.

But he didn't have the heart to think about it, and said lightly: "I know." ”

Qu Ya said: "Don't blame him for being too cruel to you." At your age, you've only heard rumors, but you haven't really seen the power of the old lady of the Chang family.

The bodhisattva's heart, the vajra method, is used to talk about his kind of people.

The people in Changjiabao are of course the great love of the doctors. But once you stand on their side and become Chang Jihai's enemy, he will be more murderous and ruthless than anyone you've ever seen. ”

Mu Dianke lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Qu Ya saw that she reacted coldly, so he didn't say anything more.

He also understands that the relationship between Mu Dianke and Jin Yanchen is already so bad that he can't turn it around with just a few words from an outsider.

What's more, Jin Yanchen took the lives of Yu Li and others to force Mu Dian to give in, and he was not completely without a little selfishness.

He said, "Your dwelling has been set aside for you, in the northernmost way, the one with the pear tree at the door." It's still early, you go back and rest first. ”

Mu Dianke responded: "Okay." ”

No one followed, but went straight back to his dwelling. Take off the silver robe of Chang Qianfo on his body, spread it on his legs, brush the stucco grass clippings on the hem of the robe, smooth out the folds, fold them neatly, and put them at the head of the bed.

He picked the camellia on his sideburns again, put it on his clothes, looked at it for a long time, and then turned around and went out towards Jin Yanchen's residence.

Look south in the north and north in the south. She didn't even need to ask, she could know where Jin Yanchen lived.

The first direction he pushes open the door every day is the direction of Chang'an.

It hasn't changed over the years.

Although he had the true qi of Chang Qianfo to protect his body, he hurried overnight after a serious illness, which still made Mu Dianke's body very weak.

The dark blue under the eyes could not be covered, and the face was also unusually pale, almost pale.

There is a bit more weird sickness in the cold killing.

A disciple of the Ming Palace who got up early saw Mu Dianke, and hurriedly retreated to the side of the road to salute, and when he looked up, Mu Dianke had already walked by silently.

Because Jin Yanchen was too lazy to see her, and she was happy to avoid him, the accommodation arrangement of the two has always followed the principle of the farthest wheelbase.

She lives in the north, and Jin Yanchen lives in the south. I went through a whole mountain col to get there.

The trees are lush and the flowers are green, and a huge black stone hall is hidden.

The door was open, and Jin Yanchen wore only a single shirt to practice his knife in the open space at the door. The sword intent was as majestic as fury, squeezing the morning air as if it had a shape. Like a dragon leaping, like a fierce tiger, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, it is full of murderous energy.

Mu Dianke walked over with a pale face.

Jin Yanchen didn't seem to see her, and still practiced his knife as if no one was around. With a calm look and a sharp knife, he scrapes the leaves off the branches and crushes the fallen leaves into powder.

Suddenly, he turned around, and the knife slashed fiercely at Mu Dianke's head.

Mu Dianke stood still.

The blade pressed to the tip of his nose and paused between the line from his eyebrows. The strong sword qi shook her three thousand green silks one after another, pointing straight behind her.

Mu Dianke's eyes are calm, he is calm and calm after life and death, and he is also fearless that mourns more than death.

Jin Yanchen's eyes were full of anger, and he raised his hand and slapped him.

Mu Dian was physically exhausted, and was knocked away by his palm, and his body was like a kite with a broken line, drifting away and falling to the ground.

His wrist was cut by the rubble, and the blood was dripping down.

Bright red fingerprints quickly appeared on his face.

Before she could turn over and sit up, Jin Yanchen turned over, and her calloused palm tightly strangled her slender goose neck, grinding her skin painfully.

His eyes were surging endlessly, full of hatred that he couldn't eat his flesh: "I'm sure I won't kill you, right?"

His face was full of coldness, and he gritted his teeth almost word by word, and repeated the words of that day again: "Mu Dianke, you dare to betray me?!" ”

Mu Dianke looked at Jin Yanchen calmly, with only endless exhaustion in his eyes.

"Why do you always feel that other people besides you have no heart and will not be in pain?

She lowered her eyes, and her tone was so light that there was not even a trace of anger: "Only you are the master of heaven and earth, and your joys, sorrows, and sorrows are the most important."

In fact, you know very well in your heart that if you hadn't forced me to that role, I wouldn't have done that. Even if you want to kill me, I won't turn against you. But Chang Qianfo is different, he is the last person in this world who treats me sincerely, and he is the person I can sacrifice everything to protect.

You can kill me, but you can't touch him.

When you kill him, you will make me your enemy. ”

Jin Yanchen's eyes fell for a moment, her fingers were slightly loose, but the next moment she stuck her neck tighter, forcing her to look up at herself.

"Then why did you get back?" He looked at her with pity, not knowing whether to stab her or himself: "You love him so much that you want to follow him to death." You recognize him, and he is your husband. So why is he willing to let you back?

His eyes were red, and his voice unconsciously became harsh: "Did you find that even if you climbed into Chang Qianfo's bed, you still couldn't enter the door of Changjiabao?" ”

Mu Dianke's throat was pressed against the root bone of Jin Yanchen's index finger, and he was almost out of breath, and his pale cheeks turned red and purple at a visible rate.

She didn't know where Jin Yanchen's inexplicable anger came from, and she didn't know why he suddenly became so bitter and vicious.

Vaguely, there seemed to be an answer in her heart, but she felt that she was thinking too much, and stopped in front of the fog that appeared from time to time.

And she seems to have found a way to anger Jin Yanchen.

Squinted at him, squeezed out a shriveled and broken, but unusually firm word from his throat: "Yes!" ”

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, but that's it.

Jin Yanchen threw his hand away, got up suddenly, and turned his back.

The neck that had been bound for a long time was suddenly liberated, Mu Dianke opened his mouth, a large cloud of clammy and cold air poured in from his mouth and nose, and the throat was cold, but it was like a burning pain.

She fell to the ground, gasping for air, her long hair raging down her thin shoulders, revealing a piece of her cheeks, flushed with blue, a miserable and cruel taste.

She looked up at him:

"Can you release them now?"