The two teachers and nephews sat quietly until the third watch.

Yao Jin realized that the person in his arms moved slightly, and hurriedly and softly shouted "Senior sister......".

Luo Xiyuan also sat up straight nervously, staring at Chu Hua and refusing to take his eyes off.

"Senior sister, can you hear me? I'm Yao Jin, your favorite little junior brother......"

Yao Jin hugged Chuhua, whispering urgently but for fear of startling her, and his handsome and pale face poured out cautious affection.

The person in his arms did not react, and his former bright face was silent.

"Senior Sister ......"

Yao Jin suddenly panicked, he held Chu Hua's hand tightly, and obviously felt that the breath in her body suddenly became disordered again.

"Ahem......"

Chu Hua's eyes were still closed, and a sudden violent cough startled Yao Jin to send internal force to her.

However, as soon as that internal force touched Chu Hua's body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea and completely dissipated.

After a huge cough, Chu Hua's face suddenly rose purple, and the green tendons around his neck protruded, mixed with white hair, as if the poison had penetrated into the viscera.

Seeing this, Luo Xiyuan stomped his feet in a hurry.

"What's going on here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Hua on her side suddenly got up, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out. Then, as if the breath around his body had been dissipated, he was paralyzed in Yao Jin's arms.

The black blood stained Yao Jin's body.

The snow-white placket, the original stab wound of Chuhua, red and black, mottled and hideous.

A round object fell from the black blood stained on the placket of its clothes and fell to the ground.

Yao Jin stared at the thing desperately, and his body stiffened as if his qi and blood were congealing.

"Why...... Why ......"

The monstrous anger gradually forced his eyes red, and he roared like a trapped beast.

"Why don't you just want to understand my infatuation?!"

"Why are you obsessed and unrepentant when you know that he is not a good person?!"

"Why would you rather die than live with me?!"

He grabbed Chuhua's shoulders tightly, and questioned one after another, as if digging his heart and lungs, crying blood.

Endless despair and rage overwhelmed all what was left of his sanity.

Decades of obsession, at this moment, were transformed into meaningless nothingness by the round object rolling down in the color of blood.

The sorrow and anger between heaven and earth, and the moonlight, spread out endlessly, endlessly.

Luo Xiyuan was stunned and cried, not because Master Chuhua was about to die, but because he felt sorry for the demonic Yaojin in front of him.

Chuhua discovers the truth, recovers his memory, and seeks death with all his heart to end the entanglement and pain of this life. In fact, this may not be a good relief for Chuhua.

The word love, if it can be placed at will, probably can't be called love.

She called softly: "Little uncle......"

Yao Jin turned a deaf ear, his eyes stayed on Chu Hua's already gray face, and he reached out to caress the face that had been in love all his life, and all he touched was the coldness that destroyed people's hearts.

"Senior sister, you are so ruthless......"

He seemed to realize what that coldness meant, and suddenly hugged Chuhua's body tightly, and began to cry hoarsely.

Luo Xiyuan also cried into tears. She had never seen anything like this.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place, and they tear their hearts like this, and she still sees them for the first time. The little uncle who picked up halfway should be fifty years old, but at the moment he was crying like a child, and he didn't hide it.

In her rivers and lakes, there are happy enmities and enmities, tricks and conspiracies, peerless martial arts, good dramas and good wine, well-being philistine, chivalrous and courageous, but there is no such unrepentant obsession.

She looked at Yao Jin, who was as blood-colored as the silver moon, as if she didn't understand, and her heart changed like a river and a sea.

……

I don't know how long it took, Yao Jin suddenly got up with Chuhua in his arms, and swept out with light skills.

Luo Xiyuan was startled and chased all the way out.

Even though Yao Jin was seriously injured and had lost most of his internal strength, Luo Xiyuan's footsteps were much slower.

Luo Xiyuan found that Yao Jin did not go down the mountain, he held Chuhua, lightly jumped over the roof of Qixia Xiaozhu, light as a swallow, shuttled through the top of the forest, and fell straight to the top of the mountain.

When Luoxi Garden caught up, Yao Jin had already held Chuhua in his arms and sat on the branch on the edge of the cliff.

The stars are sparse on a moonlit night, and the pine wind is whispering, enveloping endless sorrow.

The two of them sat in the pine trees, immersed in the cold moonlight. This picture is tragic and timeless, and the clothes are flying, causing Luoxi Garden to burst into tears again.

"Uncle Shi, are you really not alive?"

Luo Xiyuan asked.

"She died, how can I live."

Yao Jin's response was clear and clear, and it was a matter of course.

Luo Xiyuan knew that the words of persuasion were useless, so she sat on the ground and silently accompanied them.

"Zhao'er ......"

Yao Jin called lightly.

"Uncle Shi......"

Luoxi Garden turned over and bowed.

"Under the thatched hut and chicken coop, there is the supreme martial arts of the Kunlun Chaos Sword Sect, a total of thirty-six volumes, and after you memorize it, you will set it on fire."

He paused, and then said, "On the shelf of your master's study, there is a tangmu box, which is a notebook written by a doctor who has studied the use of poison and detoxification to cure diseases in the past few decades. ”

Luo Xi Yuan was busy thanking him.

"After we leave, you will set fire to this place, and when you walk the rivers and lakes in the future, don't mention our affairs to others again."

Luo Xiyuan nodded and agreed: "Yes, Zhao'er remembers!" ”

Yao Jin seemed to be extremely tired, and his voice had become quieter.

"Go, I want to accompany my sister to watch this last sunrise."

Luo Xiyuan's heart was sour, and he knelt down and kowtowed three times.

This kindness cannot be repaid in this life and this life.

She struggled to move down the mountain.

Suddenly, he heard a long sigh, and Yao Jin said: "If you meet a person with a cinnabar mole on his forehead in the future, and someone calls him Zhao'er, you will bring him here." ”

Luo Xiyuan turned his head and said in surprise: "Cinnabar mole? Zhao'er? ”

As if it was an illusion, Luo Xiyuan actually saw Yao Jin's figure trembling slightly.

"You...... Bring him here to worship his natural mother. ”

When Luo Xiyuan heard this, he was shocked.

The implication of Yaojin's words is that Master Chuhua once gave birth to a child with a cinnabar mole on his forehead.

His name is Zhao'er.

Therefore, she heard it right, Master Chuhua recalled all the past events before he died, and the voice of "My Zhao'er" was his own child. Maybe Master Chuhua thought of this child and had the will to die in his heart.

Luo Xiyuan pondered for a long time, puzzled by the obstacles, and raised his head and asked, "Zhao'er's father, is he the uncle?" ”

Unexpectedly, Yao Jin didn't want to answer.

His tone was firm and resolute: "I am tired, you can go." ”

Luo Xiyuan couldn't, so he had to turn around and leave.

Although it is not Kunlun Qixia Peak, the sunrise is just as beautiful. When Luoxi Garden returned to Qixia Xiaozhu, he found a person and a monkey standing in the courtyard.

The person is a handsome man in white clothes and a sword behind him, his eyes are like stars, his face is like the autumn moon, and he stands quietly, like the silhouette of a tree Zhilan, quiet and elegant.

There is no Yaojin's rebelliousness, but it has its own strong power.

The monkey is the macaque.

lost his previous stubbornness and liveliness, but honestly stood beside the man in white, not daring to move.