CHAPTER IX

night

late at night

Even in the middle of the night, most of the cities are still bustling. On the other hand, a manor house in the capital is unusually quiet.

"What the hell is it that you are in such a hurry to recall me?" Naranmo asked.

"Do you know about the court?" The Sea and Sky Pavilion Lord asked.

Nalan Mo nodded: "Yan Li is indeed not simple, I didn't expect him to be so calm." But don't worry, the game has just begun! ”

"Here's for you." The Lord of the Sea and Sky Pavilion said lightly, and casually handed a box to Nalan Mo.

Nalan Mo opened the box and glanced at it, his face changed slightly, and he said in shock: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"It's boring, I just want to entrust Haitian Pavilion to you, and the box contains the roster and account book of Haitian Pavilion, as well as the treasure map about the front beam." The Sea and Sky Pavilion Lord said lightly.

"Oh? Why...... Why? Nalan Mo hissed and asked.

"That day, after you and I talked about it, I thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with the result that I am no longer suitable to be the master of Haitian Pavilion, and my existence can only bring greater fetters to Haitian Pavilion, in comparison, you are more suitable!" The Lord of the Sea and Sky Pavilion said lightly, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"What if I refuse?"

"That's your business, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Oh? Is it? ”

"A dead man cannot force someone to do something he does not want to do."

"Why?"

"There are three things I can't let go of; What I care about most is my martial arts; The most proud thing is that I have a group of brothers who share life and death; The hatred of the most persistent beams! Now, it is impossible for my martial arts to make much progress, and my brother was also killed and wounded in the battle of Juelong Ridge; The hatred of the Great Liang is enough for you!\" The Haitian Pavilion Lord said lightly.

"Oh? So you want to kill yourself? Nalan Mo sneered: "And throw me a bunch of messes?" ”

"Suicide?" The Sea Heaven Pavilion Lord smiled dumbly and said, "How is it possible? ”

"Go on!"

"The teacher who taught me martial arts was a man from outside the party, and he once told me a story that I remember vividly, and the story is very simple: once upon a time in the forest, there was a hunter who had a hunting dog, and the hunter had great expectations for the hunting dogs, and the hunting dogs did not disappoint him, and every time he returned with a full load........... Gradually, when the hound grows old, the hunter will certainly not want it to continue hunting, but will eat and drink well to feed it, so that it can live for a long time. However, what I didn't expect was that the dog was getting fatter and fatter, and its reaction was becoming more and more sluggish, and it was about to die! The hunter was very anxious, thought of a lot of ways, found a lot of Langzhong but could not cure the hound, the hunter has completely given up hope, but one day, there was a wolf howl near the hunter's house, very miserable! When the hound heard the wolf's voice, he immediately became energetic, and his eyes emitted two cold lights! Looking at that posture, it seems like you want to fight to the death with a wolf! So, the hunter still took the hunting dog to hunt every day, and the hound's illness gradually improved! The Sea and Sky Pavilion Lord said lightly.

"It's an interesting story, and I'll tell it to others when I have time." Nalan Mo smiled.

"I remember what you said last time, a lot of truth in the world is figured out, if Haitian Pavilion is a wolf, then what role does Yan Li play??" The Sea Heaven Pavilion Lord continued, "I thought about it for a long time and came to the conclusion that Yan Li was the hunting dog! If the wolf does not die, the hound will not fall! ”

Nalan Mo nodded slowly.

The lord of Haitian Pavilion said: "If it is basically peaceful today, only Haitian Pavilion can cause some small trouble to Yan Li, Yan Li did not mess around this time, it is because of the existence of Haitian Pavilion, he is indeed a smart person, and smart people will not do stupid things." Therefore, in order for Yan Li to let his guard down, I had to die in front of him, of course, I would inevitably cause some shadows to him and make his mind even more chaotic! The more distracted his mind became! The more wrong things are done! You'll take care of the rest. ”

Nalan Mo was silent.

Enthronement ceremony

The number of killers who assassinated Yan Li by the Lord of the Sea and Sky Pavilion is unknown

The moon is like a hook,

Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

I don't know why, Fang Qingchen suddenly remembered this poem.

The withering of the sycamore was supposed to be autumn, although it was winter now,

But the sycamore is still lonely, bare branches, only the dead leaf butterflies are still dancing,

The color of this letter is the same as that of the withered leaf butterfly, which is withered yellow.

It's the kind of withered yellow that has lost its life - it's so desolate, it's yellow

It's so scary.

The letter is not many words, simple and clear, and the style of Xuanjiyuan is the same, concise and efficient,

This letter was desperately sent back by the spies of Xuanji Courtyard.

Now Fang Qingchen was holding the letter in his hand, his face was a little pale, and his hands seemed to be trembling.

I saw him muttering to himself: "The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is not good!" ”

Nalan Mo said lightly: "What's wrong with the day after tomorrow?" ”

Qingchen said: "Killing people is unlucky!" ”

"Oh? What's so unlucky? ”

"The day after tomorrow, ascend the throne."

"What about the enthronement?"

"Enthronement is a day of great joy, not suitable for blood."

"So you're going to protect Yan Li?"

Qingchen smiled silently.

Nalan Mo looked at Qingchen and stared for a long time: "Can you not go?" ”

Qingchen's smile gradually retracted, and he didn't say a word.

Nalan Mo took out the pen and paper and said lightly: "You say, I'll write!" ”

"Say what?"

"Will!"

"I didn't write a will?" Qingchen said with a strong smile.

"It's too late when you're dead!"

Nalan Mo's voice seemed to be calm, but his trembling hands betrayed him!

Qingchen smiled and said, "Although the martial arts of the Lord of Haitian Pavilion are high, they are not as good as my ........"

Before he finished speaking, Nalan Mo scolded first: "Fart! Is assassination the same as martial arts? Although the martial arts of the Sea Heaven Pavilion Lord are not as good as you and me, it only refers to the martial arts! And not the trick of killing! In terms of pure murderous tricks, Haitian Pavilion is far superior to you! ”

Qingchen was silent.

Martial arts, what is martial arts?

Martial arts, of course, are not simple murderous tricks,

So what exactly is martial arts?

I'm afraid there is no exact answer, because people have different understandings of martial arts.

Maybe it's martial arts cultivation,

Maybe it's Wude,

Probably stopping fighting for martial arts is the highest level of martial arts!

Nalan Mo paused and said, "I am the king of the killers!" Can you not understand these!

When I was a fledgling, I assassinated many people who were higher than me, and now they are gone, and I am still alive!

Killers are all about one-hit kills! If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, no matter how high your martial arts are, at that moment, that desperate blow must be the pinnacle of the Haitian Pavilion Master's life's skills! Especially if his target is not you, if it were you, maybe you could dodge it with light skills, but his target was Yan Li, he stabbed Yan Li, what should you do? If you have a blade, you can use it to resist, but for now............

You can only use your body to block hard, I don't care, you still owe me a debt that has not been paid, I don't allow you to die! ”

By the end, Nalan Mo had already begun to play scoundrels.

Qingchen's eyes were already a little moist, and he took a long breath: "Don't say it, I've already made a decision, you know me, the decision I made will never be changed, I will take care of myself, don't mother-in-law and mother be like a woman, what, don't you wish me to return soon?" ”

Speaking of this, Qingchen smiled, and Nalan Mo also smiled, once upon a time, he had said these words to Qingchen.

Nalan Mo smiled and said, "In that case, I wish you an early return, is there anything else?" If not, I'll go first. With that, he turned around to leave.

"Slow!" Qingchen said, "I also ask you to do one more thing. ”

Nalan Mo looked at Qingchen with blank eyes, as if he had never known him, and quipped: "Hey, Fang Fox, you are really a profiteer, you haven't paid for the first time you work, and you want me to work for the second time?" ”

Qingchen stared at Nalan Mo and smiled silently.

Nalan Mo also smiled: "Forget it, I've convinced you, let's say, what's the matter?" ”

Qingchen smiled and said, "I am confident that I can stop the Haitian Pavilion Master, but I can't stop the Haitian Pavilion Master and the Afterimage at the same time, so I want to ask you to help me stop the Afterimage." ”

Nalan Mo smiled: "Why do you have to do this kind of thing, and not others? ”

Qingchen smiled, his eyes were calm and sincere: "Because you are a friend, and others are not." ”

Qingchen's answer was very ingenious, and he didn't directly answer Nalan Mo's question, but it made Nalan Mo feel a hint of warmth, yes, because they are friends, although making friends is not to use each other, but it is definitely not a shame to ask for help from friends when you have difficulties, unless that person is not your friend;

And Nalan Mo and Fang Qingchen are friends and confidants.

What is a confidant?

A confidant can be entrusted with his life, let alone just helping?

Nalan Mo said lightly: "Okay, I promise you, after Yan Li ascends the throne, where will you go?" ”

Qingchen's eyes showed a trace of sadness: "I don't know, maybe I'll wander the world!" ”

Nalan Mo said categorically: "I'll accompany you!" ”

Qingchen nodded.

Nalan Mo said: "After solving the afterimage, I will wait for you in Wutong Mountain!" ”

Qingchen said: "After the enthronement, I will look for you within three days, see you or leave!" ”

Nalan Mo nodded, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Seeing that Nalan Mo had already walked away, Qingchen said in a low voice: "I will definitely go, if I am still alive at that time......"

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Chapter X

Wutong Mountain

Wutong Mountain is a dense mountain with beautiful scenery, but due to years of war, many beautiful scenery has been destroyed.

A few years ago, Nalan Mo lived here for a period of time, concentrating on martial arts training, and living a fairy-like life.

On this day, he returned to the old land;

This day is the day when Yan Li officially ascended the throne;

This day was the day when the Lord of Haitian Pavilion assassinated Yan Li;

This day was the day when Fang Qingchen went to protect Yan Li with his bare hands.

It's still early, the sun is just shining on the treetops,

Jing Mang Sensen, the empty mountain is lonely, and there is no anger at all.

Only a few plane trees remained, standing proudly in the cold wind.

The leaves on the tree slowly fell and fell on Nalan Mo.

Nalan Mo sighed, isn't it officially the case between Qingchen and Yan Li?

Although Qingchen wants to work hard to redeem it, the relationship between the two is like this sycamore leaves.

Gradually withering, slowly falling.

It was still early, and it was impossible for Qingchen to come early, so Nalan Mo went to the mountains to wander.

Suddenly, the house where he lived in the past was in decay, and although the daisies on the windowsill were there,

But it has withered and curled, and it smells of dying in the sun.

Seeing this situation, Nalan Mo was full of thoughts,

Sometimes I feel my own life experience, and sometimes I feel the Lord of Haitian Pavilion,

sometimes sighed with emotion Fang Qingchen and Yan Li.............

Before I knew it, it was noon, and the enthronement ceremony of Nalan Mode was about to end.

Then he found a mountain peak and kept looking into the distance...........

He had not slept for two days and two nights, and he saw that the sun was about to set slowly.

He roared loudly and quickly climbed to the highest peak, seeing that the round face of the setting sun was complete again, and his heart was a little relieved, as long as the sunset was still there, the day would not be over.

But time will always pass, no matter how high the main peak of Wutong Mountain is, the sun will eventually set the moment, the top of Nalan Mo Independent Mountain, the cold wind blows, and the cold is pressing; Gradually, the moon crept up, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on Nalan Mo's body, adding a bit of desolation and depression. It turned out that the night was about to pass. Fang Qingchen never appeared.

Gradually, the clouds stacked up, the moon disappeared, and the sky and the earth went dark. The wind was blowing, blowing the weeds on the top of the mountain, and suddenly, the thunder sounded, and the earth was shaken! His heart was as cold as ice, and it seemed that a voice sounded in his ears: "Dead, Fang Qingchen is dead!" He died in the play directed by you, if it weren't for your Nalan Mo being clever and destroying the relationship between Fang Yan and the two to the extreme, Qingchen Yan would be deprived of his blade! If it weren't for your own initiative to kill the cronies of the Haitian Pavilion Lord in the Battle of Juelong Ridge, the Haitian Pavilion Lord would have been able to break the cauldron and follow the example of Jing Ke to assassinate Qin! Nalan Mo, you have been conceited and smart all your life, and you are the number one big fool in Tianzi!

Dead, all dead, all dead! Nalan Mo! You're the culprit! ”

The wind roared, and lightning tore and rolled in the thick clouds, like silver snakes, stretching out blood-colored letters, choosing people to devour!

The thunder roared, and the raindrops the size of soybeans smashed into the face with the wind, and the cold penetrated the bone marrow.

Nalan Mo's face was covered with water droplets, but I didn't know if it was rain or tears!

He staggered down the hill, and along the way he didn't know how many heels he had fallen, and his head, hands, and body were covered in mud........

The rain gradually stopped, the morning sun was born, the mountains were like washing, a cool sense came to the face, on the post road, several dart masters had breakfast, led the horses out, were chatting, it seemed quite comfortable.

Suddenly, a man shouted, "Look, what is that?" ”

Everyone looked at it, but saw a person walking in front of them, with a cloak and a muddy body, unable to see his facial features, and his eyes were dull and abnormal.

One of them laughed and said, "It turned out to be asking for food, that stinky one asking for food, get out!" Don't get in the way of the uncle's auspiciousness! ”

The crowd burst into laughter, and then the man picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it at the beggar!

The beggar doesn't dodge, he doesn't dodge! The stone hit the forehead, and the blood was left behind, but the beggar was still unaware.

I saw the man frowning and saying, "Crazy! He turned out to be a madman, ignore him, I'll tell you something big! ”

"Oh? What's the big deal? The crowd asked

The man said, "Brothers and sisters, why, such a big thing happened in Yanjing!" You don't know? ”

Everyone shook their heads: "Brother Han, what happened, tell me quickly!" ”

"Ahem!" The dart master surnamed Han cleared his throat and began to speak: "Anyway, yesterday, that is, the day His Majesty the Emperor officially ascended the throne, the civil and military officials were bowing three times and knocking nine times, and suddenly! An assassin sprang out of the crowd, armed with a sharp blade, and stabbed at His Majesty! Although His Majesty the Emperor was born in the army, he had never dealt with assassins, so how could he deal with such a martial arts master! ”。

"Huh? There is such a thing! Everyone was amazed: "What happened later?" ”

I saw that the dart master surnamed Han was in high spirits, and the foaming stars were flying: "It's late, it's fast!" One of you quickly jumped out and stood in the way of His Majesty the Emperor fighting the Assassins, who are you? "Speaking of which, he sold a pass.

"Who is it?" There was a lot of interest.

"Who else could it be?" The dart master surnamed Han continued to say triumphantly: "Of course, it's Qingchen who is leaving the waiting!" ”

"Light dust? What's wrong with Qingchen, say it quickly! An excited voice came.

"What about Fang Qingchen—huh? Who's talking? Han Dart Master was puzzled, and when he looked back, he saw that it was the madman.

"Say! Say it! What the hell is wrong with the light dust! I saw that madman with red eyes and glaring at Master Han! Like an angry lion! That madman was Nalan Mo, who was already mentally deranged, suddenly heard the news of Qingchen, turned sober, Nalan Mo shook his body slightly, went directly to the Han dart master, reached out and grabbed it, and grabbed the neck of the Han dart master, the surrounding dart master wanted to go forward to rescue, Nalan Mo kicked back his eyes, and the sharp gaze, the bloody face, immediately scared those dart masters back.

Nalan Mo sneered slightly: "Say!" What the hell happened to Light Dust? Say it! If you don't want to die, just say it! "The right hand is slightly forced, and the dart master surnamed Han only has a breath, no intake, his eyes are white, and he can't live when he sees it.

The surrounding dart master said: "You ....... you..... you are about to strangle him!" Let go! ”

Nalan Mo also noticed this problem, and let go slightly, and the Han dart master covered his neck, and it took him half a day to catch his breath.

The dart master surnamed Han gasped and said, "You almost strangled me!" ”

Nalan Mo stared at him tightly, not saying a word.

Han Dart Master was sweating profusely and said in horror: "Hero, don't kill me, I said I ........"

"Say! What happened to Light Dust? Nalan Mo's voice was as cold as ice.

"He is dead, and he is dead with the Assassins!" Han Dart said.

"Fart! How did Light Dust die? You're lying to me! Even if Qingchen died, how could you know about such a secret thing? You must be lying! Nalan Mo hissed, his voice terrible!

"The hero spares his life, the little one doesn't dare, the reason why the little one knows is because the little brother is the former commander of the palace, and this is what he told me."

Nalan Mo looked at his appearance and knew that Han Dart Master was not lying, in fact, he had already believed eight points in his heart, and he kept asking the Dart Master to just hold the last glimmer of hope, but the last hope was also shattered.

"Get out!" Nalan Mo said coldly.

"Heroic ......" all the dart masters trembled and did not dare to move.

"Get out! If you don't want to die, get out! Nalan Mo roared.

When the dart masters heard about it, they fled as if they had received amnesty.

Seeing everyone walking away, Nalan Mo stood in place like a stone statue, motionless, until a long time later, he sighed, bandaged the wound on his head slightly, although there was no need for it, looking up, maybe it was the wind today, and the leaves in the forest fell one after another, and a few pieces stuck to his hair, that day, when he competed with Qingchen, the wind seemed to be so strong! Thinking of this, Nalan Mo showed a wry smile,

I saw him muttering to himself: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

Tears poured out endlessly, memories hit like a tide, the battle side by side in General Tu's Mansion, the martial arts competition in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the wine fight in Tianxianglou, and the agreement of Yanjing to leave the Hou Mansion..........

The images of that scene gradually disappeared, and a young man with clear eyebrows and a noble temperament slowly appeared in front of him, and the most impressive thing was the pupils like ink jade, and the smile that was elegant enough to make people heartbreaking.

Where is this? Is it the end of the world? I promised to accompany him to the end of the world. Is this the end of the world? If not, how far is it from the end of the world?

Nalan Mo hugged his head tightly, in extreme pain!

No matter what, keep moving forward, sooner or later you can reach the end of the world!

No, I haven't found Qingchen yet, I'm going to wander the world with him..........

Tears and blood, covering the eyes, flowed to the lips.

Salt is originally salty, and Coptis chinensis is bitter;

Tears and blood are mixed together, saltier than salt, and more bitter than coptis.

So is the road of life more bitter than tears and blood?

Nalan Mo asked himself,

For a long time, without coming up with an answer, he slowly walked forward step by step, slowly disappearing into the distance.........

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Chapter 11

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, time flies, and time flies;

In the blink of an eye, it has been a year since Fang Qingchen's death, and this year is the second year of Yan Li's official accession to the throne.

It's November, late autumn, and it's late autumn again.

Yanjing is prosperous, people come and go, like flowing water, donkeys neighing horses, mixed with the sound of cars.

But in an alley in Yanjing, Fangjia Lane, it is unusually quiet, there is a huge courtyard, and the brown-red paint on the gate has fallen off.

It was dusty and covered with cobwebs, and it was clear that no one had been here for a long time.

But this village has also had a very glorious time, because Fang Qingchen lived here before his death, and this is of course the Hou Mansion!

When Fang Qingchen was there, there was an endless stream of guests, it can be said that the seats were always full, and the wine in the bottle was not empty, but a year ago, with the death of Fang Qingchen, the Hou Mansion gradually declined.

Now there is no joy in leaving the Hou Mansion, only occasionally, very occasionally, there will be a lonely lamp lit in the study of the Hou Mansion, it seems that there is a person talking to himself, but the Zhuang courtyard is even more depressed and lonely.

Quiet night, starry.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow shore is dawning and the moon is waning.

The autumn wind is bleak, the sky is ruthless, and the heroes have no tears.

A lonely prodigal son faced the ruthless cold wind, wore thin clothes, walked into Fangjia Lane, and looked at the Hou Mansion stupidly. He did not shed tears, for the prodigal son had no tears, but blood, cold blood.

There is a small shop in Fangjia Lane, and the shopkeeper's surname is Dong, who is a cripple, so people call him Dong Cripple.

Dong Cripple knew that such a small shop would not make much money, but he was still willing to run a small shop here and earn a meager income to support himself;

Because it's quiet enough, and this kind of quietness can't be bought by money.

Money is not everything, this truth is very simple, most people understand, but by the time people really understand the meaning of this sentence, it is already too late.

When he first saw Dong Cripple, he was in the guest room of this small shop, surrounded by traces of vomiting, and he had been drunk for a long time.

He let out a long sigh, "Looks like I've drunk too much again." ”

When Dong Cripple saw him for the first time, he remembered a poem: The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk.

He said lightly: "Is there anything to eat?" I am hungry. ”

He was not overly picky about the humble food and drink, and of course, he did not praise it.

Every day he sat in the corner of the store, with a plate of peanuts, a plate of beef, a steamed bun, and, of course, wine, a lot of wine.

It's been more than half a year now, and it's always been like this, without the slightest change.

Finally one day, Dong Cripple couldn't help but ask: "You don't go out of the house every day, aren't you afraid of being stuffy?" ”

A bitter smile appeared on his face: "Dead people are not afraid of stuffiness." ”

Although he was smiling on his face, he could feel tears in his heart.

Dong Lame smiled and didn't continue to ask.

Then he smiled and said, "You're good." ”

Dong lame smiled: "What's good? ”

He smiled and said, "You were the first to see that I was not in good health and not persuade me to quit drinking." ”

Dong lame smiled and said, "If you want to quit drinking, I don't advise you to quit too; If you don't want to quit, it's useless for me to advise. ”

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he said with great interest: "You are very much like a friend of mine in the past. ”

Dong lame smiled and said nothing. Since then, they have become friends.

When he was fine, the two often chatted, and Dong Cripple found that he knew a lot, from all over the world, ancient and modern, there was nothing he didn't understand, only one point, he never mentioned his origin.

Dong Cripple once quipped: "We've known each other for so long, I can't call you anything, right?" ”

He thought for a moment: "I have been lonely and drifting all my life, you can call me a prodigal son!" ”

Dong lame smiled: "This is not a name. ”

The prodigal son smiled and said, "Name? The name is just a code name, isn't Dong Cripple also a code name? ”

Dong lame stroked his palms and laughed: "It makes sense, it's really me who is in love." ”

On this day, Dong Cripple, as usual, got up early to open the store. As soon as he opened the door, he noticed two men on horseback coming to enter the shop.

He was slightly stunned, because most of the people who came to the shop were poor, and the poor could not afford to ride horses.

The son on one of the horses was richly dressed and had a handsome face, but he was not angry and arrogant, and he had a domineering spirit.

And the other horse was still a child, with fluttering white clothes and extremely chic.

I saw the boy walk into the shop and shouted, "Little Er, serve the wine!" ”

When Dong Lame saw this person, his expression changed slightly, and he said coldly: "There is no junior second here, only the shopkeeper." ”

The boy was slightly stunned: "Oh? The shopkeeper, I'm hungry, get me something to eat. ”

Dong lame nodded, returned to the kitchen and brought peanuts, beef and steamed buns, and put them on Childe's table: "Childe use it slowly!" ”

Childe said unhappily: "What about the wine?" ”

Dong lame said: "No." ”

"And how does he have wine?" Childe pointed to the guest officer in front of him, who was the prodigal son.

Dong lame smiled: "Because he is a friend, you are not." ”

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was about to get angry, but when he turned to look at the child next to him, his anger subsided again.

But even this momentary anger is not something that ordinary people can bear.

I saw cold sweat on Dong Cripple's forehead and sideburns, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably, but he was still not afraid and stared at the boy coldly.

The wanderer took a sip of wine and sighed: "Yan Li, it seems that I haven't seen you for a long time, and you still haven't made the slightest progress!" ”

Yan Li turned his head fiercely, looked at it, and shouted: "Nalan Mo, it turned out to be you!" ”

That homeless man was none other than Nalan Mo, who had been wandering around since he got the news of Qingchen's death a year ago, and finally decided to return to live near the Hou Mansion.

Nalan Mo said lightly: "It's me, you have something to do here, right?" ”

Yan Li nodded: "Yes, I came to you on purpose." ”

"Oh?" Nalan Mo was noncommittal.

Yan Liqiang smiled: "Are we friends?" ”

Nalan Mo was silent for a long time, lowered his head, and slowly finished drinking the wine.

Yan Li knew that Nalan Mo's heart was very painful, so he could only wait quietly and watch silently.

After a long time, Nalan Mo said lightly: "I don't have many friends, and Qingchen is the most important one." ”

Yan Li said: "I-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Nalan Mo: "I have always attached importance to friends, and my friends' affairs are my business. ”

He paused and said, "You are Qingchen's friend, so you can barely be regarded as one!" ”

Yan Li said: "Okay, I-that .......!" Although it was only a few words, it was so embarrassing that I couldn't speak.

Nalan Mo said again: "If a friend has something, no matter what it is, as long as I say it clearly, I will do my best to do it, unless that person is not my friend." ”

Yan Li gave himself a glass of wine, drank it slowly, and said lightly: "Sichen, come here!" ”

The kid who was with Yan Li walked over.

Nalan Mo looked at Fang Sichen, and after a long time, he sighed: "I understand what you mean!" ”

The pain in Yan Li's eyes was even heavier, and he said gloomily, "You know what? Every time I see Sichen, I can't help but think of Qingchen, I ......."

Nalan Mo nodded: "So, you want to hand over Sichen to me." ”

Yan Li was silent and speechless, his expression gloomy.

Nalan Mo said lightly: "Okay, I promise you, take him as an apprentice, I will teach him the skills of a body, and I will not let him live up to this name!" The voice was soft, but the tone was firm.

Yan Li glanced at Dong Cripple meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Your friend is not simple!" ”

Nalan Mo made a pun and smiled: "None of my friends are simple, aren't you one of them?" ”

"Okay, this sentence to you, your friend is absolutely safe, I promise, as long as I live!" Yan Li stood up in a chic manner and said lightly: "Okay, since the matter has been done, I will leave!" After saying that, he left the inn without looking back.

Nalan Mo turned back to Sichen and said, "Sichen, we should go too!" ”

Dong lame hurriedly said, "What, you have to leave too?" ”

Nalan Mo nodded and said indifferently: "There is no banquet in the world, I am the prodigal son, and the prodigal son is destined to wander all his life." I've been here for a long time, and it's time to leave! ”

Dong lame said: "Since this is the case, I won't force you to stay, if you have time, come back often, there will always be a place for you here!" ”

Nalan Mo smiled: "It's a certainty, if I'm tired, I'll come back, so you have to take care, I don't want to see you no longer when I come back, let's leave a little blood for Daliang!" ”

Dong lame said in surprise: "Oh? You already know I'm ........"

"Shh Nalan Mo whispered: "God knows this matter, the earth knows, you know, I know, just tacitly!" I'm leaving! ”

Dong Cripple is also a character who can afford to take it and put it down, and let it go, with a long laugh: "That being the case, have a good trip!" Take care! ”

"Take care!" Nalan Mo turned around and said to Sichen: "Sichen, let's go!" With that, the two left the shop.

I have to say that Yanjing is still relatively prosperous under Yanli's governance.

The flow of people is like water, and the small merchants and hawkers are all selling each other, which is very lively.

But in such a lively scene, there are indeed two people who seem to be out of place with the surrounding atmosphere,

These two are, of course, Nalan Mo and Fang Sichen.

Along the way, Nalan Mo did not speak;

Similarly, Fang Sichen didn't ask why he came here. Because he knows that if the Master wants to say something, he will say it without asking;

If you don't want to say it, it's useless to ask.

Nalan Mo felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and when he saw Sichen, he thought of Qingchen, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Endless thoughts can already be heartbreaking, so what kind of feeling is it if you don't dare to miss, don't dare to miss?

If the sky has destined this relationship to be fruitless, even if it is lovesick, it can only bury that relationship deep in his heart.

Amorous but ruthless, people often say that water and fire are ruthless, but what is the taste of ruthlessness, and who has really tasted it?

Nalan Mo showed a helpless wry smile. Helplessness is the saddest thing in the world, but no matter who you are, you can't avoid the nightmare of these four words.

Suddenly, the weeds of the woods swayed in the wind, and the ethereal song sounded from a distance, rather deserted:

"The end of the world, no return!

People are at the end of the world!

Before reaching the end of the world, the soul has been broken!

The flowers have not withered, the moon has not been missing,

Where does the moon shine? There are roses at the end of the world............."

Who's singing this? Why is it so desolate?

Although the surroundings were extremely lively, Nalan Mo's heart was unusually cold,

His gaze was full of sadness and sorrow,

The ethereal singing voice pierced Nalan Mo's heart like a steel knife,

The end of the world, the end of the world again!

Nalan Mo, Nalan Mo! All these years you have called yourself a prodigal son,

A person bears the wind and the moon, wanders the world,

Walking all over the great rivers and mountains, it seems to be extremely chic!

Where is the end of the day? Where is home? Where are the people?

Doomed to separation, destined to end.

If you don't know lovesickness, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick.

Nalan Mo, Nalan Mo, when you start calculating the light dust, you should be able to guess the ending;

But when the end comes, why is it heartbroken?

You know it's going to be painful and sad, so why don't you leave yourself a way out?

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!

Nalan Mo laughed out loud, laughing so sarcastically, so desolate.......

When Naranmo came to his senses. Suddenly found that Sichen was gone, he searched around, and suddenly found that Sichen was in a nearby weapon shop, looking at a sword stupidly, the sword itself was not special, but it was very sharp and practical.

Nalan Mo couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he walked behind Sichen and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Don't look at it!" Come here, I've got something to tell you! ”

Sichen was reluctant, and left the weapon shop three times in one step.

Nalan Mo smiled, "Do you like blades very much?" ”

Sichen nodded.

Nalan Mo smiled and said, "I'm your master, and I haven't given you any gifts, so I'll give you this sword!" With that, he gave the sword he was wearing to Sichen.

Sichen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "The sword was given to me, what did the master use?" ”

Nalan Mo said lightly: "I don't think I need to use a sword in the future." ”

Sichen's eyes were full of doubts.

Nalan Mo smiled: "When you become the number one in the world, you will understand my current state of mind." ”

Sichen seemed to understand: "Then Master, what is the name of this sword?" ”

Nalan Mo was the only one who pondered, and said lightly: "It's called Weicheng Chaoyu, right?" ”

"Weicheng Chaoyu?" Sichen frowned and said, "It seems to be a poem?" Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain! ”

"Say it again, quick!" Nalan Mo's gaze showed an approving look.

"Weicheng is light and dusty!"

"Go on, don't stop!"

"Weicheng is light and dusty!"

"Weicheng is light and dusty!"

"Weicheng is raining and dusty......."

Weicheng remembers the light dust in the rain,

Qingchen, are you okay now?

I still owe you a drink!

I have prepared a lot of sake this time, and I will definitely satisfy you.

Wine Luminous Glass,

Drifting summer rhino photo general helmet...........

Nalan Mo's eyes looked at Sichen, his eyes were gentle and infinite, as if he remembered the quarrel with Qingchen........

Brother Nalan, are you tired of pestering me

Don't be tired, if you don't agree to compete with me, I will pester you, where you go, where I follow........

Hey, Nalan Mo, do you know how to drink wine, you should use a jade jasper cup to drink bamboo leaf green, and drinking it with this kind of bowl is simply a bad wine........

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge. The color of the wine is bright, and my dignified men drink it, which is not delicate, but when it is put in a luminous cup, the color is convenient for blood, and it is quite arrogant to drink with iron-blooded men.........

Fang Fox! How can you do that?

How am I?

You have to say, 'Ah! Admire! Admire! I can't imagine that there are so many elite soldiers and fierce generals under Brother Nalan! Fang is really envious! That's right!

Oh! I forgot, I'm sorry! Well, now say. Yes! Admire! Admire! I didn't expect that Brother Nalan's elite soldiers and fierce generals were so many, and he was really envious........

Don't say it, I've already made a decision, you know me, the decision I made will never change, I will take care of myself, don't mother-in-law and mother be like a woman, what, don't you wish me to return soon?

In that case, I wish you a speedy return.............

It's gone, everything is gone, like fallen leaves that go with the wind, like beautiful blisters, happy and short; Qingchen is really dead and will never come back, he has lost the most important person in his life,

From now on, he will live a life of solitude and home, and he knows that he will never have any more friends and no more joy in his life.........

(ENDS)

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postscript

It's over, it's all over.

The appearance of this article is very interesting.

It was one night in April, and we were chatting in the group.

Angels began to complain that the same people of the Jinjie were not easy to write.,I really want to get out of the pit!

So,I told her that I'm going to write the sunset version of the fanjin.,You come to write the jinjie fanjin.。

The angel was overjoyed, and the exchange was successful.

When I first conceived the plot, I didn't think much about it, I just thought of an outline, which was very rough.

It's expected to end in seven or eight thousand words, and it's about a week!

The plan can't keep up with the change, this sentence does make a lot of sense,

Many of the plots envisaged in the original outline were discarded and not used. On the contrary, a lot of new plots have been added.

Now it's probably been more than 50 days of writing, and of course there are reasons why I'm slow to write.

Okay, without further ado, let's talk about the official postscript of this article ("Huh? It's all nonsense just now, so many words! ”

"Oh, it's the background of this article just now, and it has little to do with the content of the text, just a simple handover! Nothing else! ”

"Nothing else? Don't you know that you have to count the words for exchanging texts with your stepmother? How can you be like that? This is so unfair to the stepmother! ”

"Well, if you can't go down now, there's still a lot more nonsense..........."

"Embarrassing !!!!!"

"Laughing ........."

The name of this fandom is called Hero Without Tears.,This name didn't have any special meaning.,It feels very apt.,I used it.

When I discussed the idea of this article with the angels, I discussed it for a long time, and the final result was that everyone had a lot of helplessness, some people were helpless, some people were because of love, some people were because of their family and country, some people were because of friendship, and some were because of the dignity of the emperor...............

In short, no one is perfect, and no one is exceptional!

Heroes, heroes are also people, and heroes are also helpless, this may be the sorrow of heroes, and the sorrow of all of us..........

Unlike other friends who write the same people to Xiaolou,They are all "protagonists" faction,Angels,Knights as representatives.,

And I am a full "supporting role" faction, compared with them, I pay more attention to the supporting roles, they are small people, they are also people, some fleshy people, people with thoughts, people with love and hatred, not symbols that appear for the great cause of the protagonist! This is also the reason why I like Xiaolou, Xiaolou's description can almost be said that everyone has their own personality and their own thoughts! Compared with those stallion harem texts on the main station, there is no need to compare, right?

If I have the patience to see the friends here, I think my character creation is still relatively successful............... (note the uncertain word "bar")

If you don't have the patience to see this, forget it! (I whispered:Actually, it's mainly a fan who doesn't know how to write the protagonist.,Like angels.,Knight's passionate psychological catharsis.,Only play the supporting role,............ Sweat! Shame on you! ）

This article is indeed based on Nalan Mo as the protagonist, when I first read the original sunset version, the angel created this character, I think it's very interesting, but there are not many scenes, which makes me very resentful! So when I told the angel that I was going to take Nalan Mo to operate, she was very happy, and she told me that the character of Nalan Mo was just for fun, and as for the background or anything, I can do it casually! (Khan!) I look like an executioner when I say that! ）

As for Dong Xuanfeng, the owner of Haitian Pavilion, he is a tragic character like Xiao Feng, when I first read Jin Yong's novels, Yang Guo was the one I admired the most, and my favorite was Xiao Feng, Dong Xuanfeng is the same as Xiao Feng, he is also trapped in the world of his family and country, he is also heroic and heroic, and he has the same bleak ending.

When I first watched the sunset, I saw Dong Xuanfeng, huh? Isn't this a copy of Xiao Feng?

As for the Eighteen Horsemen (Who is the Eighteen Horsemen?) Sweat! It's the nineteen bloods of the six lightning bolts that self-harmed and forced Nalan Mo to compromise! It also originated from the Tianlong Babu Xiao Feng led the eighteen horsemen to fight the Shaolin heroes alone, every time I saw this, my blood was boiling, I couldn't help myself! But what makes me complain is that Lao Jin didn't give the eighteen riders a line, uh, it seems that I didn't give much to say ....... sweat! I'm really ashamed of the glorious title of the supporting character stream fandom............

As for Dong Cripple who appeared at the end, his appearance was derived from Sun Huozi in the first knife of Fengyun, but his life experience is very different, I don't know if you see it, Dong Cripple I set the remnants of the Eighteen Cavalry, because he was the youngest, so everyone else in the Battle of Juelongling was protecting him, so that everyone else died, and he became disabled, as for why he didn't hate Nalan Mo, it was very simple, it was Yan Li who caused their deaths, not Nalan Mo; Why didn't the two recognize each other at the beginning, that's simpler, Nalan Mo probably had some impression, but he didn't know for sure, with Dong Cripple's hatred of Yan Li later, he was sure that Dong Cripple was a member of the Eighteen Horsemen, and when the two met, Nalan Mo was already extremely decadent, and his appearance and temperament had changed a lot, and it was normal for Dong Cripple to be unsure.

As for Yan Li's image, I don't seem to be much the same as the angel, but there is no conflict, but the focus is different, the angel focuses on Yan Li's inner activities, and I focus on Yan Li's behavior as an emperor, rather than his thoughts. However, the angel has promised me to write an inner monologue for Yan Li, and strive to correct Yan Li's name, laugh! But in this way, the entire sunset fandom is basically the same as the third life of Qingchen described by the stepmother in the Fengyun chapter.,Hehe!

And why should I abuse Nalan Mo? I'm abusive, abusive, abusive............

At that time, I told Angel that she was reluctant to abuse her child, but my explanation made her very excited!

And guess why?

Because the stepmother said a sentence that made all of us resentful, that sentence is what is so miserable about Nalan Yu,

And the stepmother advertised that her favorite in Taixu was Nalan Yu,

If you love him, you have to abuse him, which is the consistent behavior of stepmothers.

My stepmother once said that I like someone,

will make him a handsome guy, and then disfigure him,

make a peerless master, and then let his martial arts be wasted;

Becoming an athlete, and then, let him become a cripple,

So I was angry, I was angry, I was angry,

So I swear that I want to like Nalan Mo = Nalan Rongruo + Lao Zhuang Mo Han,

I also want to like Nalan Mo like my stepmother = Nalan Rongruo + Lao Zhuang Mohan

Wahahaha...........

(In other words, I was hit by the bird, and the angel said that he didn't abuse her, and he probably couldn't abuse his stepmother, Khan!) But, hey, hey, hey, the postscript will definitely abuse her if she exchanges words with her stepmother, yes, yes................)