Mo Xiuyan's steps towards the three mounds were so difficult, Yi Jinglan silently watched his every move, just bit his lips tightly, the upper and lower lips were wrinkled because they were bitten too tightly, and the blur in his eyes was even more misty, and a face that had grown up in Pinglai, at this time, became so sad, and his shape was also thin.

Mo Xiuyan took another step, went out of the courtyard gate, stood there still, and after ten more steps, he arrived at the graves that he also had. Listening to the master, he only built two tombs here back then, but there were three in front of him, and the master no longer wanted to tell the details in detail, and he didn't dare to look back, he knew that this third tomb might be piled up by Yi Jinglan, how did she know those details?

Walking together, Mo Xiuyan floated to the grave in a few steps. Before he landed, a gust of wind blew from the grave, and the wind that came from him was as light as nothing, and when he turned back, the blades of grass beside him did not move, and when he turned back, there seemed to be a murmur and a sigh in the wind, a kind of tension and panic that made the hair on his whole body blow up. This kind of panic is not fear, it is more like a soul of his own being withdrawn from his body, and it is like a soul rushing out of the three mounds and pounced on his body, but he can't tell what kind of panic and chaos, shock and fear it is, but what can be said is a gust of wind, a light breeze that rushes to his face and disappears, is there such a wind in the world?

"Run!"

After he shouted, he pushed his left and right hands, he knew that this was the last chance for Luo Mo and the sword cultivator soul to escape, dozens of arrows flew on the opposite side, and the remaining five leaders pounced at the same time, as long as it was one step later, three of them would die here, there was no possibility, one flying arrow' Poof' hit his chest with a bang, and he tried his last bit of strength to push Luo Mo and the sword cultivator soul away from him as much as possible, this was the last scene he could clearly recall, there was no need for the three of them to die here, as long as there were still two or three people alive in the thirteen swords, no matter how powerful the enemy was, this revenge would definitely be avenged.

As soon as his feet left the ground, he was afraid that the two would not leave, so he added, "Alive!" But this turned out to be his own words! Outside the place, five figures approached rapidly, and the two sides were only one shot away, just when their feet were four or five feet off the ground, one foot was grabbed by a hand, "Alive!" Two voices also sounded at the same time, 'Poof, poof. I was hit by two more arrows in my lower abdomen, the pain was just a kind of thinking, and the writhing and twitching of the muscles caused by the pain could not be transmitted to the brain, but I clearly knew that it was a feeling of the arrow tearing through the clothes and entering the body, there was no blood splashing, but everything in front of me was just red, red like blood, those river sand and grass, all red, and the widening of the eyes made those blood sand and blood grass also magnified.

It's peaceful, the world is quiet, and at that moment, when my body is dragging with both hands, flying into the air, I can't help it. The world is so clear and quiet, only in the moment before falling asleep there is this kind of quiet, the wind supports itself to move towards the heart of the river, Luo Mo and the sword soul stand at the same time to the point where they jumped up just now, the two side by side figures are so tall and fearless, each arrow that flies into their bodies is like a long willow leaf flying on their body, the long sword in the hands of Luo Mo and the sword soul also moved, each sword, dancing, shaped like a streamer in the wind, soft and shining silver texture, their bodies are also distorted and changed, in every gesture, the two of them are also atomized, dissipating, 'Bang', the sound of his back hitting the water on the river, this is the scene where dreams and memories will appear together, each time there is no change, but only the color, in the memory, it is the color of blood red, and in the dream it becomes the color of black and white.

Mo Xiuyan didn't know if it was a dream or a memory at this time, this scene had appeared too many times, and he would sweat as soon as he appeared earlier. From the first time there was a change of color, but then there was no color at all. Circling around the three mounds, there is no tombstone, there is no stone on the grave, the weeds that are taller than people make the mounds by the three rivers even taller, as soon as the wind blows, the dead grass of last year and the new green of today's year are staggered and rustling, squeaking, this is the place where the river beach and the grass meet, and it is more like the front line of the grass marching to the river beach, like the banner of the meadow, towards the river beach, those brown and black river sand mixed with other colors have no trace of blood. The river breeze is not the fishy river breeze of the year, but the river water is still the yellowish turbidity of the year, and only when you pluck it in the palm of your hand can there be some clear color of water.

Yi Jinglan didn't know when she also walked to the river and stood beside Mo Xiuyan, and then Mo Xiuyan realized when she became so dull and didn't dare to look sideways at Yi Jinglan, but Mo Xiuyan thought in her heart, in fact, she was a lot duller in the Yali of Buyin County that day.

Yi Jinglan stood beside him, Mo Xiuyan was not calm, so he had to calm down, and couldn't help but think in his heart, maybe he hadn't been calm since he left Huangsha Town, the anger and hatred in his heart were intertwined, in fact, he didn't know if his every day was clear, and whether every step was reasonable?

"Let's go, where do you want to go? I'll be with you again. ”

Turning to look at Yi Jinglan, who had already wrapped the long piano in cloth and was lying on her back, she suddenly hesitated in her heart, should she let Yi Jinglan go with her, and if she encountered the situation again, what should she do?

"Scared?"

Mo Xiuyan didn't know how to answer, he just looked at Yi Jinglan blankly, at this time the distance between the two was closer, and it was only one step closer to each other, he only then found that Yi Jinglan was much taller than back then, maybe higher than Yang Chunhua, but half a head taller than himself, this height was enough for him to look up, especially the distance between the two.

"Don't be afraid, I've died once.

On that day, we were in Xiuyue Villa, I was one of the two people who went to defend with the Thirteen Brothers, Puhua and Shao Shi died, Puhua died in front of me, I held his warm body until it was cold, I told him, I want to avenge him, no matter who the enemy is, he will die, but now I haven't found who the real enemy is? The person who attacked Xiuyue Villa that day was just a temptation, I and Puhua led nine guards to guard the main gate, except for me, the rest all died on the spot.

Although it was the most tragic battle for me, more than 30 of them also died on the spot, and none of them escaped.

The situation of the day was complicated and chaotic, it was all a mess, Zhuangli, the Lan family and you all fought hard, Luo Fuluo was powerless to let the two of you stop, but the outside was full of alarms, there were only four of us in the Sword Pavilion in Zhuangli, and the front and back roads were divided, what was the situation on the side of the Thirteen Heroes? Thirteen Heroes also only used one too miserable to finish, and what I know is that Thirteen Brothers can only get up after three months of recuperation, which is a first-class injury, you can imagine.

Since that battle, I have never studied Yueshan Villa again, you and Luo Mo are dead, I will go back to the village, I don't believe him in the Thirteenth Dynasty, who else can I trust? Could it be that I go back and wait for which black hand stretched out to me? There were too many strange things in that day.

To this day, I don't believe that the people of the Lan family and your family are dead, but in these years, I can't find anyone, not even a single body, I don't dare to see Luo Fuluo, believe him, I can't do it, I don't believe him, but I can't find evidence. You know my relationship with the forty-five families, not to mention that there are rules in the village, and I can't contact the forty-five families, what's more, if something like that happens in the village, who will believe whom, not only me, but also Luo Fuluo, I'm afraid that few families dare to believe him!

All was well, all the gold and silver you had in the hollow of the tree back then, and there was no one less than a piece, and I took only a very small part of it, and then I went to see it, and it was always the same, and there was no trace of movement.

Now that you're here, even if I can't kill the enemy, it's okay for me to watch from the sidelines, and I can also repay my love for Luo Mo. “

Yi Jinglan spoke for a long time before she finished this paragraph, without sadness, without anger, as calm as a breeze on the riverside. Mo Xiuyan also came out of the maze of dreams and illusions, and took out a soft armor from the package:

"If you are willing to walk with me, on the way, I don't know how many risks there will be, you wear this soft armor, if there is really a time to do it, I can also rest assured, if there is danger, you go to my lady, inform her of my death, and it will be considered to be the end of your and my love for the Sword Forging Cliff. “

"Senior Brother······

At this time, the senior brother who had not finished shouting finally eliminated the distance between the two of them. For Yi Jinglan, she knew too well the origin of this soft armor, it was one of the three treasures of Xiuyue Villa, how could it be in his hands, she didn't want to know, but what she knew right now was that this treasure armor was in front of her eyes.

Mo Xiuyan gently handed the soft armor to Yi Jinglan's hand, and Yi Jinglan stared at Mo Xiuyan with a pair of big eyes, the kind of inquiry that was asking, "Why didn't you give it to your wife, but gave it to me." It's all in the direction of the Demon Xiuyan, but what Yi Jinglan really thinks, and the reason for the hesitation, the Demon Xiuyan really doesn't know, it's just that the fog in Yi Jinglan's big eyes makes the Demon Xiuyan can't help but be more resolute.

This was the scene many years ago, two teenage children, and the boy always stuffed some delicious fruit or small snacks into the girl's hands. Will Yi Jinglan remember that it is already a distant thing in another world. Among the thirteen children of the Forging Sword Cliff, Mo Xiuyan and Luo Mo, as well as Lan Qinghong, the three of them are all young owners, and the other ten people are like sparring partners, but who knows?