Qing Ruyun lost his sword, and when he was in a panic, he suddenly saw a slender figure suddenly burst out from the left rear of the high monk, like lightning, the string was full, a bow and three arrows broke through the air, and one arrow and two eagles, and in an instant, the six armor soldiers around Xu Qianyun fell in a pool of blood.

Qing Ruyun looked at it fixedly and said, "Teacher-"

The other party's eyes lit up.

Qing Ruyun immediately changed her tone and said: "Teacher-who is it!" ”

The man pretended not to know her, turned his head halfway, and said to Xiahou Liangye: "I will only take one person away, and I will never delay the nobleman's plan." ”

Qing Ruyun hurriedly said: "Be careful! ”

Xiahou was stunned for a while, and when he saw the silhouette of the man, his expression was slightly surprised, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy, but in this complex joy, he was entangled with endless sorrow and loneliness.

I saw that the person who came threw the fine bow in his hand backwards, and it was hitting Wei He's toes, so painful that he picked up his feet and screamed.

The man stood up straight, straightened his back, and condensed his dantian, and his hands were clenched into fists, making a terrifying creaking sound, and he used all the moves of the Forty-Nine Paths Wumeng Pai Quanqing Palm Technique like flowing water.

But after hearing a few bangs, the soldiers who stood between her and Xu Qianyun were all thrown out a few feet away.

However, inside the human wall, what awaited her was a bloody cloth full of holes.

The figure flickered, and Chi Jian stood in front of her, and said coldly: "This is a rebellion." ”

The man sneered and said, "Rebel? Dare to ask the general, who did he rebel against? Against you? Oh, since it is not against you, Hugh has to be nosy. ”

At this time, Xiahou Liangye walked over to this side, stood behind her, and waved his hand to Chi Jian, signaling him to get out of the way.

The man said, "Thank you." ”

Crossing Chi Jian, he hurriedly walked a few steps, and when he got closer, he slowed down again.

She knelt beside Xu Qianyun, stretched out her hand and gently covered the wound on his back, wanting to make those holes all over her body not so shocking, and said softly: "I'm here." ”

Xu Qianyun half-narrowed his eyes, for a long time, for a long time, as if many years had passed, and as if it was just a fleeting thing, he muttered: "Really, it's snowing......"

His mind was clear for a while, and the past was as clear as in front of him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said, "Qingyi, I have always understood your heart...... But...... But I'm ......."

He still has many, many words, and it's too late to say them, but before he died, he was in Qingyi's arms, and that was enough.

He even felt that who in the world could be as happy as him? To die in the arms of his admirer was something he never dared to imagine.

He remembered that when he was a teenager, he went to the battlefield for the first time to kill people, and he was very scared, he was chic and unrestrained by nature, and he longed for the end of the world since he was a child, he did not want to kill, he prayed like this, but he could never say it.

Because his father who won the three armies was a warrior who died on the battlefield with a blue blood pill heart.

Because his mother is a loyal martyr woman who is trapped in a besieged city and would rather die than give in.

Because behind him is the glorious lintel of the Xu family.

At that time, in the barracks, he couldn't sleep every night, and he hated the cold moonlight, but he couldn't hide from it.

He remembered that not long after returning to Beijing, he met a girl who was as warm as the snow and sunshine.

For a long time, he clamored every day to go to the boudoir girl's house, and he had to sing a jade flute for Yiren through the beaded curtain and light veil.

In this way, finally on a day when spring came, the wind rose, bringing pear blossoms all over the sky, he was amazed by the magnificent scene of flying flowers like snow, looked up and admired for a long time, and then lowered his head. At that moment, his gaze caught up with her.

Yiren smiled, her pink clothes fluttered, and she hired Tingting, like a willow in the wind, she raised her hand and gave him a jade flute.

"I'm tired of listening to this song every day."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"If you like it, it's fine."

"Is there a song name?"

"Flowers are like snow."

"It's a beautiful name, and it's right for this music. Xu Gongzi, these days, you come to annoy me every day, every time I order someone to bomb you out, you don't know, in fact, at that time, I was really happy in my heart......"

"Me too."

"A long time ago, my master took a word from the names of me and my sister to make a song "Yunyi Township", but I was so stupid that I couldn't learn it, so I asked my son to wait for a while, I will go and get the score for you, next time, I want to listen to it."

"Okay, it's up to you."

But later, later...... In this world, no one can withstand this sentence, later.

He had always known that she had others in her heart, she was calculating, she was cold and ruthless, but he was never afraid of her.

He then remembered that Qingyi had mentioned to him the distant Kunlun in the Western Regions, saying that it was a fairyland-like place, with the most beautiful begonia flower stream in the world, and he said that he really wanted to see it with his own eyes.

By the way, when Qingyi was treating his injuries on Yaoxian Island, one day she was reading in front of her bed, and read a Buddhist scripture of the famous work "Changbu" that said that there are eleven kinds of suffering in life.

At that time, he was in a coma, vaguely unable to hear it, only remembering what the last kind of bitterness was, and what he asked for.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel proud, and his sly and sly expression seemed to say: What I asked for, I have now begged. So my life is not bitter at all.

Xu Qianyun muttered, "Qingyi, take me home...... Go back to Ruoye Creek, go back to your home......"

Qingyi leaned down and listened carefully, and said gently, "Okay, I'll take you home." ”

Xu Qianyun nodded slightly and closed his eyes heavily.

He walked like this, his life was full of wants, but he was content before he re-entered samsara.

The jade flute is scattered between heaven and earth, and thousands of clouds gather, gather and disperse, and scatter and reunite.

Qingyi looked at Xu Qianyun's calm and serene face with a smile, the autumn wind was cut into the bones but she didn't notice it at all, she asked herself, for two years, he was on the island, and she was on the other side of the sea, paying close attention to everything about him, worrying about his safety, does this mean that she is emotional?

Maybe as she swore to say, she would never love, maybe from this moment, she suddenly realized that she was not ruthless to him in her heart.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Qingyi lowered her arms, hugged the silent Xu Qianyun in her arms, slowly stood up, and walked through the crowd with an expressionless face, no one knew what she was going to do, not even herself.

Maybe go back to Ruoye Creek, where is her hometown, maybe go to Kunlun, maybe, it doesn't matter where she goes.

In a trance, she was grabbed by a strong hand by her wrist, and she raised her eyes, and a tall figure in gorgeous clothes blocked her eyes.

Xiahou Liangye asked, "Who is he?" ”

Qingyi said lightly: "People who don't matter to you." ”

Xiahou Liangye's eyes were like cold light, and he pressed each other step by step, and asked: "He is Xu Hengyan, right?" ”

Xu Qianyun's real name is Hengyan, which is known to everyone in Beichen Dijing. And his self-proclaimed Qianyun Pavilion Lord was made for self-entertainment, and few people knew about it, and he later changed his appearance, so everyone did not recognize his identity.

Qingyi said: "What if it is, what if it is not?" People are gone, do you understand? ”

Xiahou said in a cool night: "Bullying him, hiding from him, using him, I never cared about him, it turned out to be just your excuse." Have you forgotten all the things you said to me? What are you doing now? You have hid from me for so many years, and at this moment, I am such a living person, and I myself am standing in front of you, but you tell me that you are here for a dead man. ”

He was overwhelmed with grief for a moment, his hands tightly pressed on Qingyi's shoulders, almost crushing her thin shoulders, as if to erupt all the old resentments together, those who were expected and disappointed, those who forgave and were hurt.

Qingyi said: "Your Royal Highness, when Nanrong said goodbye that day, you said to me, 'You and I are just meeting by fate, don't pay too much attention to getting together and parting', I haven't forgotten." ”

She pushed Xiahou Liangye aside with her body, and rushed out like crazy with Xu Qianyun in her arms, even though Emperor Luan drove thousands of elites, no one could catch up with her.