At the end of the upper reaches of the Qingshui River, the girl's tomb is simple, but it can often be bathed in the sun, and there are always fragrant grasses and flowers growing towards the sun.

When the girl lives with Chen Yuzhi, she always likes to sleep on his arm, and the latter seems to be used to this short-lived sweetness.

When the green shirt wakes up, there is no reason for the endless emptiness, if it is not for the silver flower seedlings on the waist, you may feel that this is a big dream.

The small hole in the chest that was broken by the finger of the sword has not yet scabbed, and the pain is inevitable, and the wounds on the body will always heal one day, but the wounds in the heart have no cure.

Under the camphor tree that day, Chen Yuzhi had already prepared for heartache, and would rather exchange his long-lasting sorrow for a small poison without regrets in this life.

Xiao Zamao pushed the door in, saw Chen Yuzhi woke up, and sighed: "You guy is really messing around, don't you want to die?"

"Is there any wine?"

Maoshan Xiaodao glanced at Chen Yuzhi with slanted eyes, and wanted to scold him a few words, but he couldn't open his mouth, turned around and walked to the aisle on the stilt building, and shouted to the flower bones who were at the foot of the building: "Little bones, your big brother Yuzhi wants to drink!"

Li Xiyang knows Chen Yuzhi best, and has supported each other along the way. In fact, when it was snowing that day, they could have stopped Chen Yuzhi's masochistic behavior, especially the young man Hua Gu, who wanted to go to the riverbank to stop it after seeing the red on the chest of the green shirt, but in the end he was pulled down by himself.

He knew that Chen Yuzhi wanted to wake up Chen Yinzhen, and he also hoped that he could wake up the other party, if Yue Xiaozhi was saved, then everyone would be happy, but it backfired, and there was no change until the blood seeped into the Qingshui River.

Regardless of the outcome of some things, if you do it, you have no regrets, and if you don't do it, you have regrets.

Chen Yuzhi is a "wanton" ranger who can drink with beggars, draw a sword for his integrity, and be worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of his heart.

But in the eyes of Maoshan Xiaodao, he is too "ruthless" to himself after all, it seems that everything in the world is precious, and the green shirt has become the most worthless thing. As the old saying goes, I know that I know that I am warm and cold, and Xiao Zamao has already prepared a wine jar for my brother, and his eyes were a little wet and red that day, and he said: "He doesn't cherish himself, so he has to have a brother to take care of him, right?"

Taste tea for a long time and be cool, and drink cold and warm.

Hua Gu jumped up on the stilt building with two jars of rice wine, Chen Yuzhi opened the red seal but did not look up to drink, and said: "Why is this wine so bitter?"

He just hugged the wine jar and hung his head silently, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a long time asked, "Where is she?"

Hua Gu said: "Sister Little Poison is in the upper reaches of the Qingshui River!"

Chen Yuzhi walked down the stilted building with a wine jar in one hand and a black sword in the other, lost his soul and walked out of the dunzhai village, alone to the end, the elders in the village would sigh when they saw him like this, and shook their heads helplessly.

Why is there life and death in the world? In the final analysis, it is still habitual to do so, and after all, it is just the fear of losing......

All things are withered and glorious, and people look back, dizzy and fascinated.

A smile is as clear as a rainbow, and it pours down thousands of sentient beings.

The small mound was stacked with rocks, two semicircles in a circle, no tombstones, no tribute candles, only a small golden disc on which it remained motionless.

Chen Yuzhi said softly: "Little poison, I'm here......"

"Little brother, you are not allowed to mess around like this in the future!"

Yue Xiaoxuan's voice echoed in her ears, and as Miao's jingle and her chuckle faded away, it seemed to be above the clouds.

The little loach came up, and the green shirt took a handful of wine and let it also take a sip of the moon poison, and after a long time, a jar of rice wine saw the bottom, Chen Yuzhi stood up and pulled out the black sword, and the snow-white scabbard was embedded in front of the tomb.

At this time, the swordsman forgot the sword move, only relied on the word "love" and danced, and the last sword entered the sheath, and the sword resounded on the bank of the Qingshui River, which was all reluctant, but I don't know whether it was the reluctance of the black sword to the green shirt, or Chen Yuzhi's reluctance to the moon poison.

In the dead of night, Chen Yuzhi and the little loach left the end of the clear water, but left behind a black sword that accompanied him from birth to death.

A willow branch, a piece of the past.

Walking back to Dunzhai, the little miscellaneous hair and flower bones were waiting in front of the walled building, and saw that the chest of the green shirt was oozing red again, and I didn't know how to comfort it.

Chen Yuzhi patted the two of them on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work......

"We're afraid you won't be able to get out!"

"Let's go, drink with me again. ”

The three of them jumped to the highest place of Dunzhai with rice wine, the night sky was full of stars, and Li Xiyang asked, "Chen Yuzhi, you won't use swords in the future?"

Hua Gu also asked, Qingshan shook his head and smiled: "The most important thing for a swordsman is the sword heart, which is no different from a sword or a sword, and I have a thousand sycamores in my hand, so the black sword will stay with her......"

A simple word made the two of them suddenly, and it is true to think about it, Chen Yuzhi can draw a sword with a sword, and he can also swing a sword with a knife, sword intent, knife intent or sword heart, there is something in common, everything is the Tao, but the world is upside down and confused, and insists on separating a line, but in fact, it is not.

"What's next?"

Chen Yuzhi took a sip of wine and said, "Xiao Poison told me that if I can find three warm things, I can break through the shackles of the Nine Grades Realm, but I don't know what it is...... Let's go to Liangzhou first, Qingming is coming after the New Year, I want to go to Qingyang to see Lei Lao. ”

Jiazi swordsman they have all heard of it, it is better to leave southern Yunnan quickly, so that Chen Yu can see things and think about people, and it is not good to live a depressed life, even if Yue Xiaoxin is still there, I don't want Chen Yu to know like this.

Hua Gu asked, "Brother Yuzhi, do you want to go to Xifu?"

Chen Yuzhi was a little bitter and sighed: "I don't know how to face Mu Liang, but Xiao Poison's death should always be notified." ”

Li Xiyang did not dismantle the platform once, and said: "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, if you don't want to go, don't force yourself, and it's not too late to talk about it when the time is ripe." ”

"Yes. ”

Another two or three days passed in a hurry, and when Chen Yuzhi rarely went out in the stilt building, no one knew what he was doing inside, and he probably still couldn't let go of that short and warm time. One day, Chen Yuzhi wrapped Qianwutong on his back, pushed open the door and walked out slowly, and gently closed the door, as if there was still a person inside who was taking a nap and couldn't wake her up.

The three of them left the dunzhai, and Aunt Lan sent them to the riverside, saying, "Come back often to see ......"

Chen Yuzhi turned around and hugged her gently, and said, "Auntie, let's go!"

The young man walked in a chic manner, without looking back and looking twice, but the voice of the aunt made Lan Qianqian familiar and sad.

In the middle of the night, clouds and mist were filled.

There was a person walking at the end of the clear water, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she seemed to be a young woman, dressed lightly.

She sighed: "Little poison, don't blame Master Qingdai for being ruthless......"

Blue butterflies appear out of thin air, haunting the sides of the mound.

After a long time, everything returned to its original state, and a girl with blue butterflies engraved on her eyebrows followed her out of the Qingshui River, holding a black sword in her hand, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes.