When Fan Xian decided to cross the narrow passage under the snowy mountain again, the trio broke out in the most fierce quarrel since the confluence of the Wudu River. The quarrel stemmed from the difference of opinion between each other, and the three of them knew very well why Fan Xian had to return to the temple again, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang knew better that this was a great adventure, and finally everyone escaped from the temple, and the blind master who shot at Fan Xian for some reason did not kill Fan Xian directly, but if Fan Xian went back again, who knew what greeted him?

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were very worried about Fan Xian's life and death, because a fact that made them feel a little complicated was that the temple didn't seem to care about the life and death of the two of them, and was just trying to keep Fan Xian in that temple forever.

I don't know if it's summer or autumn, but the wind and snow in the far north are gradually blowing again, and the air is filled with more and more palpitating cold. Haitang wrapped in a thick fur collar, opened those bright but tired eyes, and sincerely persuaded Fan Xian: "This way for several months, in fact, Thirteen Lang and I have done nothing, and we can't help you with anything, but we can't watch you die." ”

Fan Xian's right hand tightly held a wooden stick to help him walk, listening to Begonia's words, but he didn't react at all, and his face was calm.

"I think we should return to the south as much as possible, whether it is to go to the capital or go back to Dongyi, Qingshan Yimai or Jianlu disciples, take them to the temple again to explore, I think the possibility of rescuing that master is greater. Wang Shisanlang didn't know the real relationship between Wuzhu and Fan Xian, but he knew that Fan Xian cared about that great grandmaster very much, but he couldn't understand why that great grandmaster didn't even have the slightest courage to break the formation under the pressure of the temple, and even stabbed Fan Xian.

Since Fan Xian knew the road to the temple, and had prepared for it for several years, plus this experience, once the south returned to the rectification, it would not be difficult to bring some powerful helpers with him.

However, after Fan Xian heard Wang Shisanlang's words, his eyes narrowed, and the coldness was like the temperature in the air, directly enveloping the faces of the partners beside him, word by word, slowly but unusually firmly: "Don't forget the oath before entering the snowfield, except for you and me, the whereabouts of the temple cannot be known to anyone in the world!"

Wang Shisanlang's face changed slightly, but he kept his mouth shut, because this was originally what he and Haitang had promised Fan Xian, but he didn't know why Fan Xian had the courage to explore the temple again, but he seemed to feel endless fear and nervousness about the possibility that the whereabouts of the temple might spread into the world.

"Thirteen help me up the mountain, you stop at the foot of the snowy mountain, and find a way to take Ah Da Ah Er and them to move the camp here. Fan Xian took his gaze back from the snow-capped mountains towering into the sky, his pupils were slightly moist, he looked at the begonia wrapped in a leather jacket, and said softly: "You are waiting for us to come back in the camp." ”

"Won't I go up the mountain with me?" said Begonia's face blushing with her fur exposed, and she was slightly surprised.

"Earlier, you said that this trip to the temple didn't help much. Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Actually, without you, I would have died in the ice and snow, so don't say this kind of thing again in the future." This time I went up the mountain, I was going to deal with my uncle, whether it was you or Thirteen, there was actually no way to have any impact on this battle situation. ”

He said slightly apologetically: "This is a bit rude, but you also know that my uncle is indeed too powerful. ”

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang didn't say anything. Fan Xian continued to say calmly: "If it weren't for the need for help, I wouldn't even want to take thirteen." After a while, the two of us go up the mountain, and you wait at the bottom of the mountain, ready to answer, and if things don't agree, we leave the mountain lightly...... But don't worry too much, according to the rules of the temple, as long as you leave the range of the temple except me, they will not take the initiative to attack. ”

"If it's answered, how long will I wait for you at the bottom of the mountain?" Haitang's eyes were faintly lit up, and he asked lightly, but his heart was filled with a different taste, in this mountain temple wilderness shrouded in wind and snow, the human force seemed to be so weak, compared to it, it was still more worthy of relying on the things in Fan Xian's mind.

"Three days...... And the Thirteenth will be responsible for contacting you, if I let you leave......" Fan Xian's eyes suddenly had a faint sense of sorrow, like a very weak young man, "You must leave immediately, at least...... I would also like to inform my wife and children...... Guys, what's wrong with me. ”

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang fell silent at the same time.

............ The further up the mountain, the less wind and snow there became, and the temple that was deep in the mountains, hidden by the sky and the ice, was just above. The second time he came to explore, he was already an old man, and he naturally knew the old way, Fan Xian held the wooden stick in one hand, and supported Wang Shisanlang's shoulder with the other hand, and climbed towards the snow-capped mountain with great difficulty, and it didn't take long to come to the straight bluestone road.

Wang Shisanlang was carrying a big urn behind him, which looked very heavy, but in the past few months, Shisanlang had been polishing his body and mind in the extremely cold ice and snow, and the will of the god was extremely strong, and he didn't care about this burden at all. Fan Xian looked at his figure, his eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately retreated, coughed twice and said, "Even if we want to bury your master in the temple and complete his last life, we must come here." ”

Wang Shisanlang was silent for a moment and said: "Don't calm my heart, if it's just for this matter, I'll come alone, you seem to have offended the gods in the temple by nature, follow you all the way, I'm much more dangerous." ”

Fan Xian smiled and scolded, "You conscienceless thing." ”

"Master's last order is to sprinkle his ashes on these bluestone steps......" Wang Shisanlang suddenly sighed and looked at the bluestone steps in front of him, towering into the sky.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then shook his head: "Lord Sword Saint thinks that this is a divine realm, so he is willing to put it on these bluestone steps, you and I have entered the temple, so naturally we know that it is not a divine realm, and now you are still ready to do what he wants?"

"So what should we do?"

"Carry it on your back and listen to me for a while. ”

From that snowy night a few years ago, Wang Shisanlang, who had just come out of the house, was sent to Nanqing by Shizun Sigu Jian and sent to Fan Xian's side, he was used to listening to Fan Xian's words, although Fan Xian regarded him as a friend, but Shisanlang definitely did not have much consciousness of being a partner, maybe it was because he was too lazy to think about too many complicated things, or maybe it was because he was dedicated to the sword, he handed over those things that needed to waste his head to Fan Xian, so Fan Xian said that he listened to him at this time, and Wang Shisanlang naturally listened to him, carrying a heavy urn on his back, supporting the seriously injured Fan Xian, and climbed towards the snowy mountain step by step。

I don't know how long I climbed, the long bluestone steps finally came to an end, the gray eaves and black walls, the solemn, the grand temple, once again revealed in front of the eyes of mortals in the world, although it was the second time, but when he saw the true face of the temple, Wang Shisanlang still couldn't help but feel a faint mood agitation.

Fan Xian's mood was very calm, he just had some agitation in his chest, and he coughed violently, and the coughing sound spread very disrespectfully throughout the big platform in front of the temple, spreading far away in the mountains and snow valleys.

Wang Shisanlang glanced at him nervously, thinking that since he was here to steal people, he had to be a little conscious of picking flowers, how could he be so presumptuous, as if he was afraid that the temple would not know that there was someone outside.

Fan Xian coughed for a long time, his coughing body was bent, and he almost cracked the wound in his chest and abdomen, before he slowly straightened up, his waist was straight, his pupils shrunk, and he looked coldly at the big plaque above the temple, as well as the word "Be" and the three M on the plaque, and maintained a palpitating silence.

Of course, the temple knew that someone was coming outside, and presumably at this moment he also knew that the target one he wanted to erase, Ye Qingmei's son, Fan Xian, a companion of the god realm, also came outside the temple. What made Fan Xian feel a little uneasy was that the silence of the temple at the moment seemed a little strange, and he couldn't help but think of Uncle Wuzhu's deliberate stabbing ...... Not silent for long, the corners of Fan Xian's lips twitched slightly, staring at the thick deep door of the temple, taking a deep breath, yīn spit out a word: "Smash!"

............ There are very few mortals who know the whereabouts of the temple, and even fewer people have been to the temple, at least in the past few hundred years, probably only the Pol ** master in the West and the bitter lotus Shaun in the East have ever come, that is, even Pol's wife Fupova has not had the opportunity to travel to the temple. In people's imagination, no matter who comes to the temple, they must always be respectful, and no one would have thought that someone would smash the door of the temple today.

Breaking into the door, this is the way of hooligans, although whether the thick door of the temple will be smashed is another matter, but at least Fan Xian's word already represents that he is not afraid of angering the temple, probably because he knows that the temple is a dead thing, and there is no joy, anger and sorrow that human beings should have.

Wang Shisanlang didn't hesitate at all, snorted, lifted the urn of Sigu Sword to his side with one hand, and the true qi in his body was unbridled, and with a snort, he smashed the urn of the brown sè fiercely!

Only a snapping sound was heard, and the urn was smashed to pieces on the thick door of the temple, shaking up countless smoke and dust, and occasionally a few pieces of bone that were not burned flew out!

The powder mist of ashes gradually dissipated, and the thick main entrance of the temple was not smashed, but a deep mark appeared, which looked a little desolate, and what was especially glaring was that next to that trace, there was a bone blade that pierced deep into the door.

It's like a sword.

Wang Shisanlang's lips were slightly dry, and his eyes were staring at the bone blade, thinking that even if the master died, the bones that had been left behind were still so full of sword intent.

This is naturally the feeling of confusion as a disciple, but Wang Shisanlang watched the ashes of the Sigu Sword scattered on the main gate of the temple and on the stone platform, for some reason, his mood became excited, and the last trace of fear and nervousness in his heart did not know where to go.

Fan Xian suddenly laughed and said, "If your master knows that his bones can still smash the gate of the temple once, I am afraid that his soul will fly around happily......"

These two young men knew the mind of Si Gu Jian very well, so they smashed this urn on the temple door, they knew that it must be very much in line with the idea of the great master who pierced the heavens and the earth.

Wang Shisanlang finally laughed out loud.

The only thing to consider at this time is that since the door of the temple has been smashed, the temple always has to have some reaction, Wang Shisanlang took the wooden stick from Fan Xian's hand, his waist sank slightly, stared at the door of the temple, and began to prepare for a tiger fight.

Fan Xian raised his right hand, stopped his line, his face seemed to be smiling, quietly waiting for the temple's reaction, his heart had already gotten rid of anything related to fear and gain and loss, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang thought that it was a risk for him to go to the temple again, but he didn't think so, because about the temple, he missed it once, and he almost died, but he didn't think that he would miss it this time, after all, today's temple, only Uncle Wuzhu has the ability to act, as long as he can wake up Wuzhu, the temple ...... What is it?

............ The temple's reaction was very fast, the heavy door was just a little open, and a strange and terrifying black sè light and shadow floated out from inside, like a black sè lightning, and like a touch of night sè arrived, and instantly crossed the interval between space and time, and came to Fan Xian's body.

Clothed in black belt, holding an iron chisel in his hand, a chisel stabbed out, whistling and cracking the air, no one could stop such a terrible shot.

Fan Xian can't, Wang Shisanlang can't, even if the Sigu Sword is alive, not to mention that the Sigu Sword between the three of them at this time is just a few broken bones and ashes.

............ However, the stalk didn't have the slightest emotion, but when the cold iron hammer stabbed in front of Fan Xian's body, it stopped abruptly!

What a terrifying strength to return to absolute calm at such a rapid pace. Fan Xian quietly looked at the familiar relative in front of him, the unfamiliar peerless powerhouse, the temple envoy guard, and said, "Are you curious?"

............ I don't know if it's because Wuzhu recognized that the mortal in front of him was the target that the temple needed to be cleared out of that day, or because Fan Xian said such a sentence that seemed too strange, but in short, Wuzhu's iron drill didn't pierce out, but just stayed in front of Fan Xian's throat.

The tip of the iron chisel is not very sharp, nor does it contain any trembling majestic true qi, but it is just steadily maintained a distance from Fan Xian's throat cartilage, and the person holding the iron chisel only needs to shake his fingers, and Fan Xian's throat will break and die.

Wang Shisanlang watched this scene nervously from the side, he finally believed Fan Xian's words, in front of this strange cloth cloth master, no one could help Fan Xian, and the only one who could help Fan Xian was himself after all.

Fan Xian didn't seem to be able to see the iron chisel under his chin, he just looked at Uncle Wuzhu, who was close to him, smiled gently, and said softly, "I know you're curious." ”

"You wonder why you let me out of the temple that day, knowing that I wasn't dead, but you went against your instinctive obedience to the old man of the temple. Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly, and his gaze was gentle.

"You're curious about who I am, why you don't have my memory in your memory, but when you look at me, you feel very familiar and close. Fan Xian's eyes were clear.

"You are more curious, how did I dodge your killing stab that day, you are the messenger of the temple, I am a mortal in the world, the target that the temple must clear, why do I know you so well......" Fan Xian said slowly, looking at Uncle Wuzhu's indifferent face.

"Of course, believe me, there is no one in this world who knows better than I do what your greatest curiosity is at this time. ”

"You're curious about why you feel familiar, close, and you're most curious about why you...... Will be curious!"

Seven words of curiosity in a row spit out from Fan Xian's thin and pale lips, without a single block, without a glimmer of hesitation, some just gushing out, asking questions step by step, and some just pointing directly at the indifferent heart that was covered by a black cloth.

After finishing the seven sentences, Fan Xian suddenly felt tired and couldn't help coughing twice!

After coughing, his eyes were brighter, and the hope in his heart was stronger, because no one knew that when Uncle Wuzhu's iron drill was so close to his throat cartilage, even if he moved a little, blood would flow on the spot, not to mention a violent cough.

The reason why he didn't die after coughing was naturally because of the iron hammer in Wuzhu's hand, jīng did reach an unimaginable Cheng dù, and moved with the tremor of Fan Xian's body, and then moved forward and backward - it was really powerful to be a snail horn in an instant!

............ Wang Shisanlang began to stare at Wuzhu's hand tightly, when he found that he couldn't change anything in front of this strange blind man, he began to look nervously at Fan Xian's body, when Fan Xian coughed, his heart was also half cold, but then, he found that Fan Xian was still alive, this fact made him admire Fan Xian to the extreme, and finally understood where Fan Xian's confidence came from when he ignored himself and Begonia's opposition at the foot of the snow mountain.

But Fan Xian was not nervous at all, and he was not worried at all about being killed by the blind man covered with a black cloth in front of him? Wang Shisanlang didn't believe it, because he clearly saw that Fan Xian's hands behind him had been trembling slightly.

Then Wang Shisanlang took a few steps back in the direction of the bluestone steps, narrowing the distance between him and the two, he saw Fan Xian's gesture, and he was also worried that his storage zài would destroy Fan Xian's arrangement and make the blind master change.

Fan Xian's mood was not completely relaxed, he stared closely at the black cloth on Uncle Wuzhu's eyes, trying to see from the other party's expression that the other party's heart was constantly turning back and forth, but after a while, he found that this qiē was just in vain, because Uncle Wuzhu's face was still so indifferent, and the breath between his eyebrows was still so strange.

It's not that it's cold all the time to be familiar, Wuzhu has only laughed at Fan Xian a few times in his life, but at this moment, Wuzhu's indifference in front of the temple is really strange.

Fan Xian's heart sank slightly, and his body sank with it, and he sat down quite naturally, sitting in the shallow snow in front of the temple, not caring about the iron drill on his throat, he could kill himself at any time.

It is wonderful that Wuzhu also sat down and sat at the door of the temple, sitting there alone, as if blocking all the peeping eyes of the world, the wind and snow howling for thousands of years.

The iron chisel was still stretched straight out in Wuzhu's hand, as steady as his own forearm, and stayed on Fan Xian's throat, maybe he wouldn't feel tired if he lifted it like this for 10,000 years.

But Fan Xian felt tired, especially Uncle Wuzhu sat indifferently, but he never spoke, maybe the heart in this cold body was a little warm, but it never warmed up, this fact made Fan Xian feel tired, he didn't know if he could wake up this dearest relative.

He is the best at fighting in his life, and the two most outstanding battles are naturally against Begonia and Emperor Laozi, Begonia was finally defeated in his hands, and the powerful Emperor Ruoqing is also entangled in Fan Xian's mind and cannot live in peace, even if the father and son turn against each other, but it is also to make the emperor's majesty feel scarred everywhere, straight yù shattered and peaceful.

Going to the temple again this time, trying to wake up Uncle Wuzhu is undoubtedly the most authentic psychological battle, but it is also the most difficult psychological battle in Fan Xian's life, because Uncle Wuzhu is not a mortal, from his body to his mind, he is a legend, he is cold, he is a program, and the most important thing is that he forgets everything, forgetting himself and his mother...... Wuzhu fell into an eternal silence, which brought inscrutable difficulties to Fan Xian's attempt, without dialogue, how can he know the changes in the other party's thinking, how to take the opportunity to enter, and point directly to the heart? Look at the other party's expression, look at the face? But what expression has Uncle Wuzhu had in his life?

............ "You have been whitewashed." After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian sighed extremely sadly, "It's a shame that you are still a legend of the temple, obviously you are at a higher level than the old man in the temple, why are you still whitewashed?"

In Fan Xian's view, Uncle Wuzhu, who has feelings and self-thinking and self-awareness, is originally a living person, naturally much more advanced than the old man in the temple who controls Yiqiē, but still only knows how to follow the four laws of shit, but it seems that the temple has a kind of control method for the messenger who goes out from now on, no one knows, otherwise Wuzhu will not become an impersonal machine.

Although Wuzhu was not too humane back then.

"My name is Fan Xian, I said it that day, although you forgot, but I want to tell you a story, this story is related to you, and it is related to me, I hope you can remember something. Of course, even if you remember, you may not be able to break the shackles in your heart, but we have to try. ”

"At least you don't want to kill me, it's probably something in your instinct, isn't it?" Fan Xian looked at the cold Wuzhu uncle's face with a straight iron chisel, and wanted to laugh, but he almost cried, forcibly took a deep breath, calmed the feelings in his heart, and then began to say: "A long time ago, there was a very beautiful little girl who lived with you in this temple, do you remember?"

The tip of the iron chisel in Wuzhu's hand that did not move at all followed Fan Xian's deep breathing, entering and shrinking, which was extremely wonderful, but it was still attached to Fan Xian's throat, just like the tremor of Fan Xian's throat when he spoke, and it also accompanied the displacement of the iron chisel, but this movement was extremely small, and even Cheng Dù was so small that he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye.

Fan Xian didn't care how much Uncle Wuzhu remembered, and calmly and sincerely continued to tell the story related to Wuzhu, the little girl who escaped from the temple with him, they went to Dongyi City together, met an idiot, did some things, and then went to Shanzhou, met a group of idiots plus a eunuch idiot, and then the ...... The snow in the sky drifted slowly, bringing an indescribable sense of sacredness and tragedy to the surroundings of the temple. The old man in the temple, perhaps in a silent way, kept urging Wuzhu's actions, while Fan Xian sometimes coughed, sometimes silent, and his extremely hoarse and tired voice seemed to be the exact opposite command, so that Wuzhu maintained his current posture and sat motionless at the door of the temple.

Gradually, the snow covered the bodies of the two people, and Wuzhu was obviously closer to the eaves of the temple, but there was more snow on his body, perhaps because his body temperature was relatively low.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the snow on Fan Xian's body melted, flowing down the leather jacket, and the cold penetrated his body, making his cough more frequent, but his words were not interrupted in the slightest, and he still kept telling the past, a qiē about Wuzhu's past.

"The picture on that carriage always seems to be rewinding......" Fan Xian coughed twice, wiped his snot that had turned into ice chips with the corner of his sleeve, although the wolf was unbearable, but the light in his eyes did not weaken in the slightest, he knew that this mental battle was to fight with the temple against Uncle Wuzhu, and he had no room for relaxation.

"You opened a grocery store in Shanzhou, but the business is not very good, it is often closed, and your face is always cold, of course no one wants to take care of your business. ”

Fan Xian laughed a little sourly, and continued in a hoarse voice: "Of course, I am willing to take care of your business, although I was still young at that time, but you often prepare some good wine for me to drink. ”

Talking and talking, Fan Xian himself seems to have returned to his childhood after being reborn, although the life in Lanzhou at that time seemed a bit boring, nǎinǎi treated himself strictly and kindly, and refused to relax his homework, and the people of Lanzhou City did not give him the opportunity to kill the Quartet, but desperately practiced domineering skills, followed Mr. Fei everywhere to dig up corpses, and worked hard to recite the regulations and implementation rules of the Supervision Yuan, and also to prevent being assassinated...... However, after all, it was the happiest rì in Fan Xian's two lives, not only because of the refreshing sea breeze in Lanzhou, and the extremely beautiful camellia all over the mountain, but also because of the gentleness of Sister Dong'er, the delicate and lovely of the four major girls, and the biggest reason was because of the grocery store, the cold blind young servant in the grocery store, the yellow flowers on the cliff, and the education under the stick.

Fan Xian was a little distracted while recounting, thinking that when he was a child, he went to the grocery store to steal wine and drink, and Uncle Wuzhu would always cut shredded radishes to drink for himself, but he didn't care how old he was, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth.

As if it was a trick, Fan Xian took out a radish from his bloated leather jacket, took out a kitchen knife, and began to cut radishes on the bluestone ground at the entrance of the temple.

The knife flew like a fly, but in a few moments, a crispy radish that was frozen was cut into shredded radishes of extremely consistent thickness and stacked on the bluestone ground.

When cutting shredded radish, Fan Xian didn't speak, but Wuzhu tilted his head, calmly looking at the knife and the radish in Fan Xian's hand through the black cloth, as if he didn't understand what was happening in front of him.

Cutting radish shreds at the gate of the temple, if Fan Xian can live, it must be the most arrogant thing he has ever done in his life, more arrogant than jumping from the imperial city to kill Qin Ye, more arrogant than rushing into the palace and slapping the old queen mother, and even more arrogant than entering the palace with a single sword to assassinate the emperor Lao Tzu!

However, Wuzhu still didn't seem to remember anything, just curious about Fan Xian's boring behavior. Fan Xian lowered his head, sighed, threw the kitchen knife aside, pointed to the shredded radish in front of him, and said indifferently: "Back then, you always thought that my shredded radish was not cut well, how do you see me cutting it now?"

Wuzhu straightened his head, still indifferently and silent. Fan Xian's heart gave birth to a strong coldness, he suddenly felt that he was doing useless work, no matter what he did, it was impossible to wake up Uncle Wuzhu, Uncle Wuzhu was already dead, and he couldn't live anymore?

The sky and the earth were very cold, and the temple was very cold, but Fan Xian seemed to feel it until this moment, and he shivered all over his body.

He suddenly gritted his teeth vigorously, a trace of blood oozed from the side of his bitten lip, staring at Wuzhu deadly, staring at Wuzhu angrily, and after a long time, the love calmed down, and yīn roared: "I don't believe in this evil! Don't pretend to me! I know you remember!"

"I know you remember!" Fan Xian's voice was hoarse to the extreme, and he continued to speak, causing his vocal cords to be hurt, "I don't believe you will forget that you have been on the cliff for so many years, I don't believe you will forget, that night, when you talked about the box, when you talked about your mother, you laughed, did you forget jì?"

"What about that rainy night? You tricked Hong Siqi out of the palace, and then bragged to me that you could kill him...... We stole the key back, opened the box, and you laughed again. ”

Fan Xian coughed violently and scolded: "You can obviously laugh, what kind of dead head are you here?"

Wuzhu still didn't move, and the iron chisel in his hand didn't move at all, stabbing Fan Xian's throat. The snow was still falling coldly, and no movement could be heard in front of the temple except for Fan Xian's voice, and gradually, the sky was slightly dark, maybe it was already night, maybe it was just the clouds getting thicker, but the snow above Fan Xian's head stopped.

The sound of the tent sounded, Wang Shisanlang was full of sweat, and put a small spare tent behind Fan Xian's back, and then pushed it to the top of Fan Xian's head, covering his whole person, and it happened that the door of the tent was between Fan Xian and Wuzhu, and he did not stir the steady iron drill.

The snow was heavy, and Wang Shisanlang was worried about Fan Xian's body, so he had worked hard before, rushed back to the camp as fast as possible, and took such a small tent to block the snow for Fan Xian, no wonder he was so out of breath.

Fan Xian may or may not know, because he just stared at Wuzhu without blinking, and spoke desperately in an ugly hoarse voice. Fan Xian is not a talker, but he is afraid that he will say more on this day than in his life.

Wang Shisanlang finished this qiē, glanced at the strange two people at the door of the temple with a complicated expression, and sat down on the snow-covered bluestone steps again.

It's really three idiots to do such an idiot.

............ A day and a night passed.

The iron hammer in Wuzhu's hand did not leave Fan Xian's throat for a day and a night, and it seemed that even he didn't know why he didn't want to kill this mortal in front of him who talked a lot.

Fan Xian kept talking for a day and a night, it seemed that even he didn't know, his saliva had already been said to be dry, the food and water handed over by Wang Shisanlang were put aside by him, the saliva was dry and raw, and the vocal cords were extremely hoarse after being damaged, and even the spittle Xingzi brought in the end was dyed powder, his throat began to bleed, his voice began to be difficult to hear and could not be heard clearly, and his speed of speech was already slower than that of an old man who was about to die.

Wang Shisanlang listened to this pair of strange people for a day and a night, and he began to listen extremely seriously, because in Fan Xian's bloody and tearful accusation to Wuzhu, he heard a lot of the truth about the mainland back then, he knew many magnificent characters, and he also knew Fan Xian's childhood and juvenile life.

However, when Fan Xian began to repeat his life biography for the third time, and took out a kitchen knife for the fourth time to compare the action of cutting radish shreds, hoping that Wuzhu could remember something, Wang Shisanlang couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

He sat on the bluestone steps with his knees crossed, looking at the strange and beautiful lights and shadows in the distance of the snow-capped mountain range, and his fingers subconsciously gathered the ashes and ash marks scattered around him, which were the remains of the Sigu Sword.

When Haitang walked to the door of the temple, what she saw was such a scene, she saw three idiot-like people, Wang Shisanlang was sitting on the bluestone steps in a daze and playing with his master's ashes, but Fan Xian was sitting at the door of a small tent like a statue of a small god in the countryside, and kept using a hoarse and ugly voice, saying the vague and incomprehensible content of the book of heaven. But Wuzhu is stretching out the iron chisel, not moving at all, like a statue, and this statue is covered with snow, without a trace of vitality.

The iron drill stood between Wuzhu and Fan Xian, like separating two completely different and untouchable worlds.

Whether it is stabbed out or withdrawn, maybe everyone in the field will feel much better, and the partial life is such a cold and stable dìng, lying between the two, making people endlessly sour, endlessly painful.

A person can't bear to go, but the person who can't bear it still doesn't understand, the most painful thing in the world is this, nothing more than not understanding.

With just one glance, Begonia knew what had happened that day and night, and an irrepressible sourness welled up in her heart, and it was not until now that she was sure that there were always many things that were more important to Fan Xian than his life.

"He's crazy. Haitang looked at the obviously unlucky flush on Fan Xian's face in a daze, listened to his hoarse and slow and blurred voice, and looked at the blood spitting on the snow on Wuzhu's body, and her heart tingled.

Wang Shisanlang stood up with great difficulty, looked at her and was silent for a moment before saying, "It's all crazy, otherwise why don't you listen to him and come up?"

"I just think that since he is going to die, I have to watch him die too. Haitang glanced at Wang Shisanlang, bowed his head slightly and said.

"He couldn't hold on for too long, the injury had not been healed, and that day he was stabbed with a penetrating wound, and he lost too much blood, even if he had to cross the ice field and return south, it was an extremely difficult thing, not to mention that he didn't care about his life so much, he had to come here to give it a try. Wang Shisanlang turned around and stood side by side with Haitang, looking at Fan Xian, who was still trying to wake up Wuzhu if he didn't know anything, if he didn't know anything, and said calmly: "He said that he had been frozen for a whole day and a night, and if he continued like this, there was only one way to die." ”

"Can you persuade him to leave? It seems that the blind master did not follow the orders of the immortals in the temple and killed him. ”

"If you kill him, you won't have to hear his desperate voice all the time, as I did last night. Wang Shisanlang suddenly smiled and said, "But I really admire Fan Xian, it's really rare to see someone like himself." ”

Haitang looked at Fan Xian's pale and extremely haggard and tired face, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were brighter than the snow valley of this mountain range.

Wang Shisanlang suddenly felt a trace of fluctuation beside him, and stared at Begonia.

............ A mouthful of blood spurted out, hitting the black cloth that was close at hand, and then flowing down the cold snow on that cold face, which looked particularly shocking.

However, Wuzhu still did not move. Fan Xian wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips with great difficulty, knowing that he had reached the time when the oil ran out, and he couldn't help but feel desperate in his heart, and the relatives on the other side were still strange, still cold, still soulless, still ...... It's dead.

Fan Xian couldn't help but shudder again, he suddenly thought that Uncle Wuzhu had been responsible for spreading the fire for the temple, and he had walked in the world for tens of thousands of years, and he was only afraid that there were hundreds of thousands of years of memories in his mind, maybe, maybe...... On this day and night, those unforgettable memories that I coughed up blood and recounted were just extremely ordinary memories for the indifferent body in front of me like a snow-capped mountain, including the memory of my mother Ye Qingmei!

It is like relying on these ordinary stories to awaken a person with countless experiences and memories, what a naïve and absurd idea, as soon as he thinks of this, Fan Xian is discouraged, and his eyes have a sense of despair.

His voice was a little distorted, looking extremely sad and indistinct, and he shouted at the never-moving Uncle Wuzhu in front of him: "How could you forget me! Are you addicted to amnesia? Last time, you at least remembered Ye Qingmei, how could you even forget me this time?"

The iron drill was close at hand, still in the throat of the vital place, Fan Xian trembled all over, his body stiffened, and fell into a deathly silence, because he had lost his voice and could no longer say anything, his body trembled more and more, and the despair in his eyes had already turned into the flames of anger after the madness.

He stared at the black cloth on Wuzhu's face, and a trace of yīn's fierce expression suddenly flashed on his face, and he pounced on the other party!

............ Fan Xian's body had already been frozen, although he was making a pounce, but in fact, he fell straight towards Wuzhu's position, and his throat hit the iron drill!

The tip of the iron drill retreated backwards, and then Fan Xian still fell, and fell hard, so the iron drill in Wuzhu's hand had to retreat again, and when there was no way back, he had to let go, and let Fan Xian, who was frozen into a popsicle, fall in front of him.

Fan Xian stretched out a hand and grabbed the corner of Wuzhu's cloth fiercely, the snow fell, he stared at Wuzhu's eyes, although he couldn't speak, but the ruthlessness and confidence in his eyes announced a fact...... You don't want to kill me!

You don't want to kill me, you can't kill me, because although you don't know who I am, you have me in your instinct, in that living heart of yours.

"Come with me!" Fan Xian, who had already been unable to say anything, suddenly shook his head and said to Wuzhu Youyou, who let go of the iron drill and lowered his head in contemplation.

With his desperate pounce, he finally pushed the iron drill between himself and Wuzhu away, and the distance between the two worlds was so close that it couldn't be closer, so at this time, Fan Xian put forward his own request.

Wuzhu was silent for a long time, and there was still no expression on his face: "I don't know who you are." ”

"When you don't know at any point, follow your heart. ”

"What is the heart?"

"Feelings?"

"Feelings are only a means used by human beings to deceive and anesthetize themselves, and they can only be deceived for a while after all. ”

"Life is just a lot of moments, one moment and one moment...... If you can deceive for a while, you can deceive a lifetime, and if you can deceive a lifetime, how can it be considered a deception?"

"But I still don't know who you are, and I don't know who I am. ”

"You don't have to know who I am, but if you want to know who you are, you have to go with me. I know you're going to be curious, curious about this kind of affection that only people have, you're human...... People want to know what is on the other side of the mountain, what is on the other side of the sea, what the stars are, what the sun is. ”

"What's on the other side of the mountain?"

"You'll have to see for yourself, and since you want to know what's outside the temple, you'll have to come with me. ”

"Why are these conversations somewhat familiar...... But I'm still a little unclear. ”

"Don't be at a loss, you have to flash lightning, and a thunderbolt blooms from your eyes! Do whatever you want, if you can't think clearly for a while, go with your heart and leave this temple where birds don't. ”

"But the temple ......"

These conversations didn't actually happen, at least Wuzhu and Fan Xian who was lying in the snow didn't have such a conversation, in fact, when Fan Xian said those three words, the two of them just looked at each other, silent, and then Wuzhu often struggled to lower his body, hugged Fan Xian, and then carried it to his back!

It's like the blind young servant carrying the baby on his back many years ago.

............ Fan Xian felt the cold back in front of him, but he felt that this back was unusually warm, the expression on his face was very indifferent, because the love in his heart could not be shown with any expression at all, he wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh, he knew that Uncle Wuzhu still didn't remember anything, but he knew that Uncle Wuzhu was willing to leave this broken temple with him.

So he wanted to cry out with joy, but he couldn't, he wanted to cry, but he shrunk into a ball of coldness, and he only coughed desperately, coughing up blood incessantly.

Then Fan Xian saw Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, the two strongest young and strong men in the world, but at this time, their faces were pale, and their eyes were dizzying, as if they had just experienced the most terrifying thing in the world, and the most palpitating thing was that both of them were trembling, as if they were about to lose control of their fear.

What kind of thing made Begonia and Wang Shisanlang look like this?

Wang Shisanlang looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Fan Xian had won, but there didn't seem to be any happiness on his face, there was only fear and a trace of remorse, he trembled like Wu Lao'er, looked at Fan Xian and said in a dry voice: "We ...... Smash the temple. ”