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Chu Qiuli didn't know if he had completely convinced Xu Han.

But the boy finally took the first step out of the courtyard in the past few days.

Chu Qiuli didn't ask where he went, and Xu Han didn't mean to say anything.

In the small courtyard, only Chu Qiuli was left.

The middle-aged man sat in the courtyard for a long time, and secretly felt bored, so he brought out a pot of fine wine from the house and poured it for himself.

But before the wine was full, there was a knock at the courtyard door.

Chu Qiuli was stunned, and secretly said Isn't Xiao Han going and returning? He hurriedly stood up and pushed open the courtyard door, but the figure that entered his eyes made him slightly stunned.

"Tsing Yi...", he called softly as he looked at the beautiful face in front of him.

The woman smiled at him: "Don't you invite me in to sit?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he came back to his senses.

"Please, please, please!" he said with a hasty smile, welcoming the woman into the house.

There was a faint smell of wine in the small room, and the woman frowned, obviously a little displeased.

The middle-aged man, who had always done his own thing, had a rare girl-like shyness on his face, he scratched the back of his head and said, "I'm about to clean up..."

Such an argument was naturally very weak, and the woman in Tsing Yi glanced at the man, but finally sat down at the wooden table.

Seeing this, the man also sat down beside her, but his hand brushed his hair on his head that was as messy as a chicken nest.

The woman really saw his careful thoughts, but she didn't break it.

"Yuan Guilong is dead. She said coldly.

The man who was carefully arranging his appearance was stunned again when he heard this.

The excitement on his face, like that of a young man when he saw the girl he liked, faded in an instant, and then he nodded and said, "I know." ”

The woman turned her head to look at Chu Qiuli at that time, with an indescribable coldness in her eyes.

"What about you?" she asked, and her face changed without powder, and there seemed to be some grief.

"What?" the man looked at the woman as if he had just woken up from a dream, and the expression on his face was pretending to be calm and dazed.

Ran Qingyi saw that Chu Qiuli was still trying to make peace with her at this time, and the resentment on her face instantly turned into anger.

"Mu Yushan, Yuan Guilong, Lin Shou. ”

"Three lives..."

"Is this really how you squandered the method of stealing your life?

The woman's voice was loud, angry, puzzled, and of course, deeply worried beneath these.

Since the man had heard this very well, he lowered his head and was silent for a while. Then he lifted the sake glass that had been placed on the table and drank the sake from the glass.

"So what, you can't die without help, right?"

At that moment, the man's sad tone and lonely look on his face seemed to touch the woman.

The anger on Ran Qingyi's face fell, he sighed, and said, "Come with me, you and I are the only ones left in the Holy Gate, let me save you, okay?"

At this time, the woman's expression on her face and the tone of her words were extremely sincere, even with a slight taste of begging. I have to say that such a Ran Qingyi made Chu Qiuli's heart rise with a trace of impulse at that moment, but he soon suppressed this impulse again.

He looked at the woman's beautiful face, as if the years had never left a trace on her body, and she was still the same eighteen-year-old.

At that time, he and she were still recognized as the golden boy and jade girl in the sect, but a disaster came too suddenly, and at the age of eighteen, they were forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the sect. So with this responsibility in mind, they finally drifted away...

"Nope. There was always a thousand nostalgia in his heart, and the man shook his head decisively at that time. "My bet has been pressed, my son has been put on the plate, you and I are destined to not be able to go the same way. ”

Such an answer was actually expected by Ran Qingyi.

He was always so stubborn, and such stubbornness once broke her heart, and now it hurts her.

"You can't win, no one can break this game. She looked directly at the man, trying to make the last effort to redeem his resolve.

"Then I'll lose as well as I can. Chu Qiuli laughed, so real, like the summer of eighteen.

The woman gave him a deep look, and finally put away her thoughts to continue.

She stood up then, flicked her sleeves, and walked away.

The middle-aged man looked at the cyan figure that disappeared from his eyes, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, looking at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him with drunken eyes, the brilliance in his eyes gradually became empty, and then he muttered: "Eighteen years old..."

"That's good. ”

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Zhu Xian has many other courtyards in Chang'an City. These annexes are of little use on weekdays, and they will only stay in them for a day or two when Zhu Shouza comes to the mood on a certain day.

But these days, these villas are lively, and people from all over the Great Friday Lake live in them. The largest of these is the Flying Snow Temple.

As the Linglong Pavilion of the Great Zhou Sect, he lived in it.

On weekdays, in this Flying Snow Courtyard, the courtyard door is closed, and the people in the Linglong Pavilion rarely go out.

But today, the night has just fallen, and the Chinese lights in Chang'an City are beginning to come on.

A carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Flying Snow Temple.

"Deacon Song, everything is ready. A disciple respectfully arched his hand towards the purple-robed young man and said so.

And the purple-robed young man just glanced at him lightly, and the disciple retreated willingly.

"Husband... I..."On the side of the purple-robed young man, there was also a woman standing, dressed in white, tall and tall, with a beautiful face. She frowned slightly at the moment, and looked at the boy with concern.

"What's wrong?" the purple-robed young man smiled faintly at her, and stretched out his hand to gently smooth the hair that was blown by the spring breeze on her forehead.

The woman's brows furrowed even deeper, she grabbed the young man's hand, and whispered, "I don't want to leave, I want to accompany my husband here." ”

A soft color appeared on the cold face of the purple-robed young man, and he said softly, "You go back to the door first and wait for me, and I will be back in a few months." ”

How can a woman believe him this, she was born smart, everything in this Chang'an City seems to be the Long Night Division and the Linglong Pavilion, taking advantage of the time and place, whether it is Xu Han or Tiance Mansion, it seems that it is just fish and meat on the board, let them slaughter. But if this was the case, why did the young man need to rush her back to Linglong Pavilion. The more Song Yueming behaved, the more uneasy her heart became, and she even faintly realized that Song Yueming's mind did not seem to be only in the battle for imperial power in Chang'an City, he also had other plans, and such a plan must be extremely dangerous.

Xia Zichuan thought about these and glanced at the young man deeply, wanting to say something, but at the moment when the words were about to come out, he thought of something again, so the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back into his stomach, and finally he just whispered: "Well, I'll wait for you." ”

The boy nodded, and the carriage outside the door began to urge.

Xia Zichuan finally boarded the carriage reluctantly, and she didn't look back, because maybe once she turned around, she couldn't hide the words that came to her mouth. But that's not right, the big war is coming, she doesn't want Song Yueming to have too much concern in her heart...

The wooden wheels of the carriage pressed against the bluestone pavement of Chang'an City, making a gurgling sound.

The purple-robed young man stood at the gate of the courtyard with his hands in his hands, watching the carriage gradually move away, until the figure of the carriage completely disappeared from his eyes, and he was still standing there, motionless.

Click.

Click.

Then a soft sound woke the boy from his flying thoughts, and he touched his hair, which was wet, and he looked up at the sky with a sense of understanding, and a drop of rain fell from the gloomy sky, which happened to drip into his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a legend he had heard in his hometown when he was a child.

They say that rain comes from the sky, passes through the earth, and goes deep into the earth, it connects the living and the dead, and communicates the mortal and the yellow spring. Therefore, people in the hometown will always choose to worship their ancestors after the rain, thinking that in this way, they can convey the thoughts and sorrows of the living to the deceased underground.

Thinking about this, Song Yueming stretched out her hand.

The rain grew heavier, and in the palm of his hand, it became a small pool of stagnant water.

Song Yueming put his hand in front of him at that time, he looked at the pool of rainwater, and whispered, "Remember." ”

With that, his palm tilted slightly, and the rain fell on the slate, seeping into the ground along the gap in the slab, and disappeared in an instant.

And on the carriage in the distance, Xia Zichuan lowered her head, stretched out her hand to stroke her lower abdomen, and she said to herself.

"Husband, you must survive, for me, and for our children..."

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In the gloomy door, a girl with purple pupils took the token handed by the black-robed man.

The expression on the girl's face was indifferent, like a sculpture, without sorrow, joy, anger or sorrow.

She just looked at the purple token, carefully examining every detail on it, as if trying to find a little clue about the man's past.

The man in the black robe did not speak, he stood quietly and very interestingly, with his head bowed.

This situation lasted for about a hundred breaths, and the purple-eyed girl finally raised her head to look at the man.

"Did he only let you bring this back?" the girl asked, still with no joy in her eyes.

The man nodded, then shook his head. Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the token, and the purple-eyed girl was slightly stunned, and then flipped the token over.

The purpose is a short inch sword, which seems to be extremely unusual, and it seems that as long as an ordinary craftsman can polish such a thing.

But it was such a thing, but it made the girl use all her strength to maintain calmness and indifference, and at that moment there were traces of collapse.

Bang.

With a crisp sound, the purple Yama card, which everyone in the Senluo Hall had regarded as a holy relic, landed at that time.

The black-robed man's heart jumped, and he was thinking about whether to help the girl in front of him pick up this thing, but the girl's voice sounded at that time.

"Get out. Just two words, but there was a thick trill.

The man was stunned, he looked at the girl, and found that the girl was still unaware of the drop of the purple Yama card, she just looked straight at the inch sword, unwilling to turn her eyes, and even reluctant to blink her eyes.

The man was silent, he nodded at the girl, and stepped back respectfully.

As the man left, the door slowly closed, and the last shimmer of light in the room disappeared, blocking the door. This boundless darkness seems to give the girl some courage.

She stretched out her other hand, and together she gripped the sword tightly.

She held it so hard that it seemed as if she were going to use all her strength, as if if she had ever slackened for a moment, something heavy would leave her.

The indifference on her face finally collapsed completely at that moment, and she gritted her teeth and said viciously: "Even if you die, do you still want to return to your cold sword shrine?

There was silence in the dark room, and her questions were destined to go unanswered.

And perhaps it is this loneliness that tears the last line of defense in the girl's heart.

She clasped her hands together and leaned against her chest, placing the inch sword in the place of her heart.

Tears finally slipped down her eyes, down her blown-up cheeks, and dripped down the edge of the sword.

A dazzling sword light suddenly lit up, illuminating the dark room as if it were daylight.

The girl lifted her teary-eyed face, and to her astonishment, the swords gathered in front of her, gradually condensing into a figure.

The figure was born with a man she loved and hated.

The figure and the girl looked at each other in the room for a long time, and then the figure slowly stretched out his hand, as if trying to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but before he could touch the girl's face, his hand passed through the girl's face.

The girl looked at the figure, suddenly burst into tears and smiled, gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard." ”

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The spring rain in Chang'an City continued, but it rained heavily outside Hushan Town in Youzhou.

Fang Ziyu supported Mengliang through the mountains and forests.

The clothes on the two of them had already been soaked by the rain, and they were covered with mud, and Fang Ziyu's face was even pale, but he gritted his teeth and walked towards the depths of the mountain forest with Meng Liang step by step.

And what about Meng Liang?

Their eyes narrowed, and several deep wounds under their shirts were dripping with blood, spilling on their way.

"The surname Meng, you can't die! You promised me to take me to Chen Guo, if you die, my aunt and grandmother will not let you go!" Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and said, but the man on his shoulder was already on the verge of dying, and he couldn't respond to her words at all.

But Fang Ziyu still said to himself as if he didn't realize it.

She had heard somewhere that a man was dying and a man was talking to him, and he would not faint, because once he passed out, he might never wake up.

"That bastard surnamed Chen, inexplicably became a relative to that Yanyan, you have to help me make the decision on this matter, let's go to Chen Country together and ask him why..."

"If you die, I can't beat that bastard by myself..."

Fang Ziyu chattered, and unconsciously cried.

The rain poured down on the girl's face, making it impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain.

The man on his shoulder still didn't respond, and Fang Ziyu could clearly feel that his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Since being attacked in the small city at the junction of Youzhou and Liangzhou, the two have encountered several pursuers, although Meng Liang has advanced swordsmanship, he is still invincible with two fists and four hands, and finally was unfortunately seriously injured in a battle, but those pursuers are like smelling the fishy smell of jackals and chasing after the two of them, the two of them fought and fled, Meng Liang finally couldn't support it, and added a few more serious injuries.

Seeing that his life was not long in coming, Fang Ziyu took the opportunity to take him all the way in a panic and fled here.

But those pursuers were obviously some extremely experienced killers, no matter whether Fang Ziyu was disguised or blended into the mountains and forests, they could never escape their pursuit. Fang Ziyu was exhausted along the way, and Meng Liang's life was also in danger, and both of them had reached the point of being at the end of the crossbow.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Fang Ziyu hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night, and he hadn't even had time to drink a sip of water.

There was a faint sound of chasing soldiers behind him, Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth, dragged his tired body and continued to walk towards the dense forest.

After all, in this Youzhou, they are not familiar with life, let alone someone will come to save them, and it seems that all the struggles are in vain.

I have to say that this is a very desperate feeling, but Fang Ziyu still didn't give up, she took another step.

The heavy rain drenched the soil in the mountains and forests into mud, and the tired Fangzi fish tripped over the mud and fell to the ground as soon as his body was light.

She fell extremely embarrassed, Mo said that the beautiful clothes that were originally prepared to see Chen Xuanji were also covered with mud on her face and hair. But she didn't have the heart to take care of herself at the moment, and as soon as she stood up, she panicked in the thick grass to find the figure of Meng Liang who fell into the mud.

"Surnamed Meng!" she cried out, reaching out desperately to tear away the weeds of the dense forest, her hands scarred and bloodstained by the sharp blades of grass, but she still didn't realize it.

"Hurry up here, there are footprints!" At this time, there were bursts of hurried footsteps in the mountains and forests in the distance.

Fang Ziyu's heart was shocked, she knew that it was those pursuers who had come to the door again.

Although she was scared in her heart, she didn't have the slightest intention of abandoning Meng Liang and escaping alone. Fang Cai's fall was really too fierce, and the grass and trees in the mountains and forests grew luxuriantly, and she was flustered. I searched over and over again, but I didn't find Meng Liang's figure.

"Where are you surnamed Meng?" Fang Ziyu panicked as the footsteps of the pursuers got closer and closer, and she shouted loudly, but there was no sound in the dense forest except for the sound of rain slapping on the leaves.

And the pursuers, or killers, who were dressed in fine black armor, finally caught up at that time.

A group of nearly 100 people surrounded Fangziyu.

"Run, are you going to run?" said the leader of the black armor, looking at Fang Ziyu, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Ziyu, who was surrounded by a group, seemed to have lost the will to escape, and she sat down on the ground with a numb expression.

Seeing this, the black-armored leader suddenly had even more smug on his face.

He glanced at the people around him, and suddenly those armor soldiers came to their senses, and the sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed and slowly surrounded him.

It's not that they are cowardly, it's just that Fang Ziyu and Meng Liang have lost nearly a hundred brothers along the way, and they are somewhat afraid of the strong cultivation of the two.

In the blink of an eye, they came to Fang Ziyu, and the sword was raised high by these armor warriors at that time, and they were about to slash at Fang Ziyu's neck.

But at that moment, Fang Ziyu, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly agitated.

Zheng!

Hearing the sound of a sword, the long sword at her waist soared into the sky, bursting out in mid-air with a dazzling sword light.

Then the long sword, turning one into ten, ten into hundred, roared down through the rain in the sky.

"Be careful!" suddenly exclaimed from among the soldiers.

They hurriedly used the swords in their hands to resist the flying swords that burst in, but it was still inevitable that more than a dozen armorers were stabbed by the sudden flying swords, and they bled on the spot and fell to the ground.

Many soldiers were shocked and hurriedly withdrew from the range of the flying sword.

Fang Ziyu stood up at that time, the flying sword above his head seemed to feel something, and he immediately collected the sword and escaped into Fang Ziyu's hand.

Fang Ziyu, who was holding the sword, shook her body a little, and when she did the last sword technique, she had exhausted the only true yuan in her body, and she had to use the sword pestle to stand up straight.

Then she looked at the armor soldiers with cold eyes, "Come on, don't you want to kill me?"

The tiredness on the girl's face could not be concealed from the leader of the armor, and he knew how much blood had been stained on his hands, but he also knew the battle of the trapped beasts, but the victory was in his hands, but the person with the heart of death often burst out with the potential of ordinary people.

He didn't dare to hold it up, so he gave a look to the armorers around him, who had to lift their swords at that time, even if they were reluctant in their hearts.

The two sides soon went toe-to-toe.

Dozens of armor soldiers surrounded Fang Ziyu, but they did not seek to kill him in the shortest possible time, but instead made feints everywhere, consuming the girl's already small physical strength.

However, after a quarter of an hour, no less than ten bloody wounds appeared on the girl's body, her face became more and more pale, and the sword moves she swung gradually became light, without the slightest lethality at all.

And those armor soldiers saw her like this, and the attack became more and more fierce, and after a few times, the girl finally fell to the ground. Although she tried her best to stand up, whether it was the fatigue of the past few days, or the bleeding wounds on her body, she gradually lost control of her limbs, and these efforts were only exchanged for falling back into the mud again.

The expression on Fang Ziyu's face finally became miserable, she didn't know the struggle and escape along the way, and at this time, she finally reached the end, and she no longer had the strength to persevere.

Her grip on the sword gradually loosened, and her eyes closed in despair.

Such a look fell on the eyes of those armor soldiers, and they immediately relieved their hearts.

Under the command of the leader, the armor soldiers surrounded again, and this time, in order to prevent further accidents, they did not hesitate too much, raised the swords in their hands, and beckoned straight towards Fang Ziyu's body.

Fang Ziyu's eyes were closed, and she could feel the blades and swords whistling in.

The breath of death, for the first time, was so close to her.

Of course, she was a little scared, a little frightened, but more than that, she was unwilling.

Unwilling not to do anything for the dilapidated sect, unwilling not to go to the country of Chen to ask the bastard surnamed Chen, why did he do this to her, and he was unwilling to hurt the fool surnamed Meng.

Maybe he was lying under this bush, these people would forget Meng Liang after killing her, if he could survive this catastrophe, he could survive, in the fight just now, Fang Ziyu deliberately pulled everyone away from the place where they fell before. If she can succeed in this little calculation, she will have a lot of peace even if she dies.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu suddenly calmed down, and she quietly waited for the arrival of her doomed death.

Burst!

I don't know if it was some vision before the person died, Fang Ziyu waited for the death to come for a long time. Instead, there was a muffled sound in my ears, like the sound of a sharp weapon tearing through a tattered skin.

A hot thing splashed into Fang Ziyu's face.

The girl subconsciously opened her eyes.

She saw a man dressed in black, armed with a bright sword, shuttling back and forth among the black-armored soldiers. His speed was extremely fast, like a black lightning, and his sword blade was cold, and a blood-colored lotus flower must have splashed everywhere he passed.

Fang Ziyu looked at the back that seemed to be a divine soldier descending from the sky, and his already dim eyes gradually lit up.

"Meng Liang," she muttered to herself.

Although she didn't see the man's face clearly, his clothes, his swordsmanship, and even the faint smell of him wafting in the air made Fang Ziyu realize that it was Meng Liang.

A scene that never stops.

The soldiers who were still majestic all fell to the ground.

Meng Liang put away his sword at that time and turned his head to look at Fang Ziyu.

He shook off the blood stains on his sword, and his face was no longer as pale as before, but a strange flush appeared.

"Surnamed Meng, are you okay?" Fang Ziyu, who was surprised, didn't notice his strange appearance, he walked forward quickly and came to the man.

"Well, you've been wronged. Meng Liang said with some self-reproach.

"It's okay, you're okay. The girl shook her head and said. "I..."

But before she finished speaking, a feeling of tiredness came over her, and her body was crooked, and she collapsed at that time.

Seeing this, Meng Liang hurriedly supported Fang Ziyu's body.

He stretched out his hand to slightly probe the condition of the average girl's body, and found that it was just because of the loss of strength, and it was no big problem, so he was relieved.

Looking at the girl's side face as if she was asleep, Meng Liang reached out and gently wiped the mud off her face, a process he did carefully, as if he were holding some rare treasure in his arms.

It took him dozens of breaths to finally wipe the mud off the girl's face, and at that moment, he smiled.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you to Chen Guo. ”

With that, he took another step, but a drop of blood still dripped from under his shirt, staining his path red.

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