Many years ago, a scholar passed by.

At that time, Yaoshan was still nameless.

The wind blew and the warbler cried, the water belt was light, and the beautiful scenery of the mountain and the moon attracted him, and he stayed here for three days until he was hungry and did not return to his hometown. Twenty years have passed, the scholar is still dressed in white, he has not won the fame, and his relatives at home have also turned into fallen leaves, washed away by the flowing water of time, and the scholar is alone, carrying a bamboo box to the green mountain twenty years ago. Instead of the books he had been reading for decades, the bamboo box contained a few fresh apricot tree seedlings.

Three thousand snow fell from the green mountains, and the incense knocked on a little lamp in the middle of the night.

The scholar built a thatched hut in the mountains, planted apricot blossom trees, and for ten years, the flowers flew, and the Yao Mountain came out.

For another ten years, the house was broken, and the scholars were gone.

Humane, the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The flowers are still the same, and the water is empty, but after the death of the scholar, the apricot blossoms have changed.

At the beginning, the apricot blossoms brought by the scholar were white, since the light in the scholar's small thatched hut was not lit again, the apricot blossoms became pink, the color was darker than a year, and gradually pink, and they fell one after another in the late spring, and they went away from a distance, and there was some autumn killing.

This year, the apricot blossoms fell again, red as blood.

It was not the season of late spring, but a strong wind blew from the south, and even Yao Mountain was almost shaken down by the wind, not to mention the apricot blossoms of a few trees and forests?

Qianyi was lying on the ground, with apricot blossoms floating in front of him and the snow of Yao Mountain.

The snow in the Yao Mountains in spring, three thousand clear as the moon, this scene in the world only the scholar and his green lantern have seen, Qian Yi did not see, his eyes are broken like the rain of mud yellow dust, but buried deep in the dust that is like a touch of sunset powder, Qian also saw.

Scattered and poignant.

The sky saw it too, and then it started to rain.

The blue was splashed with a layer of ink, dark, different from the gloom when the demon tide flooded it, with a faint scent of ink, and in some places it was splashed thicker, and the rain fell from there.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick......

The sound of the rain was crisp and crisp, knocking on the broken earth.

This is a grassland looking at the mountain cliffs, green and fresh, although it is not flat, but the occasional arc is as smooth and gentle as a clear spring and a stone.

But now she was scarred and devastated, and her bright green color was completely buried by desolation, and countless paw prints, tooth marks, and pits were all over the field, just like a hillside full of rocks suddenly had no stones, only patches of bumpy and rugged, and among the thousands of holes, there were more criss-crossed, creeping huge abysses like a dragon, shockingly horizontal.

On this day, Yao Mountain is 8,000 miles, the sun does not set in the west, but the earth ushers in the twilight that will never wither.

Qian Yi lay in the dusk, blood flowing from the five sword wounds on his body.

The demon king said, if you block the general trend of my demon army six times, this king will cut you six times.

The attack as powerful as slashing the abyss slashed at Qianyi, who had long since run out of oil, and Qianyi fell, covered in blood, but still alive, his muscles and bones were intact, but five huge scars on his body stood up, and the flesh and blood were exposed to the air, and a small piece was smeared on the blood-red earth.

Tianhong's scabbard lay beside Qianyi, quietly, the raindrops fell on its body, condensing into clusters, like flower dew accumulated overnight.

But the Tianhong knife is not in the scabbard, it is in the hands of the demon king.

Lazy is not beside Qianyi, next to a dead wood hundreds of zhang away, it has become a palm-sized puppy, its body is snow-white, and it doesn't seem to be injured, but if you look closely, you can find that its small body is trembling, and the silver liquid is flowing slowly.

That's its blood.

......

Rustle, rustle.

The rain gradually became more and more dense.

Qianyi breathed heavily, feeling that the sky was getting farther and farther away, but it seemed that he could reach out and reach again. Chiya couldn't reach out for a hand, and the sky fell on his hand.

Cool.

He remembered the mountain cliff with a dashing night rain fourteen years ago, the silent and majestic Baiji Mountain for seven years, the Dragon City Valley for seven years of bloody fighting, and the family letters of the twenty-four cities, the rain in Kyoto, and the sunrise in Kyoto......

When he came to Yimengjiang City, Qianyi was depressed most of the time.

He didn't have to come here at the beginning, because from the very beginning, he knew that if he came, he would have to carry a lot, and he didn't need to think about it carefully, the seven years of war in Dragon City Valley had always been shared by the strong, although he would not be proud of how powerful he was, but he also knew that he was not weak, at least among the 100,000 candidates, there were very few who could be his opponents.

But he still came, for a little girl, and for him to do the little things at his fingertips, he said maybe kill people, it's really "maybe" - after coming here, no one was killed, but two demons who were devoured by **, and countless demons who were killed for the sake of killing.

The moment he decided to go to Yimengjiang City, in addition to the later demon king and the demon tide going north, Qian Yi basically guessed, and then there might be, it was the dark mask and the golden suit.

These two things were worn on Qianyi's body when they first came, and at that time, they didn't have time to think about it in order to save people, and later they knew that they were symbols of these two things, so they didn't take them off. But it is doubtful that there is zài, these Sun Shanluo and Liu Lao did not mention a word, and Qian also speculated that there were two reasons, one was that as a token of the demon lord, there were many types of credible objects, and the jade brand and jade slip were much more convenient, why clothes and masks?

Then there is another possibility - for cover-up.

Cover up Qianyi's identity, but Qianyi can't figure it out, 100,000 candidates, in the challenge of survival, the true side of their hearts will naturally be exposed, you kill me and I kill you, there is no cover-up, why does he need Qianyi?

But this is only speculation, and these are negligible compared to the identity of the dilemma and those things that have to be done. The days of a dream of Jiangcheng have always made Qianyi's life very depressed, as if he had returned to the lonely life in Qianjia fourteen years ago.

At that time, there was a young lady Yi'er, and there was also a lively demon girl here, and it seemed that only when she was with her, her heart was slightly relaxed.

Where is that girl now?

I summoned Lazy, is she safe?

If he could, Qian Yi didn't plan to summon Lazy, but once he was in danger, whether he called or not, Lazy would come.

The world is gradually blurring, and Qian also misses the girl's bright and fresh eyes like rubies.

Tick.

A crisp sound.

Maybe Cang Tian also felt that he had neglected Qianyi, and he felt a little guilty in his heart, so after Qianyi gave birth to such a faint wish, it was immediately realized.

Yue Shuiyi's face appeared in front of his eyes, but maybe it was raining too much on the way here, so the girl's hair was completely wet, slowly bubbling with some fragrant mist, her face was just wet, but it was more thoroughly wet than her hair, and her delicate face as jade lost its blood color in an instant, and was washed pale, paler than when she first saw her for more than ten days without eating blood, it was full of panic and uneasiness, tears poured out of her ruby eyes, flowing through her bitten lips, flowing through her trembling delicate body, and flowing through her dazed and panicked heart.

She knelt beside Qianyi, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but when she saw Qianyi's appearance, she couldn't say a word; she reached out to hug Qianyi, but before she could stretch out, she cried and took it back, not daring to touch it anywhere, for fear that a light touch would make Qianyi close her eyes forever; she wanted to cry, but she was afraid that the slightest sound would disturb Qianyi.

Yueshuiyi has never been as helpless and scared as she is now, as if the whole world has been lost.

Qian Yi smiled lightly, and after looking at the girl seriously a few times, he was sure that it was not a dream, so he laughed, but the liveliness and agility in the girl's eyes were gone, he knew what the girl was worried about, and winked at Yueshui a little weakly.

This movement was very weak, so faint that it was like rain drops, and her eyelids trembled involuntarily, but Yueshuiyi saw it, and she immediately put her ear to Qianyi's mouth.

Qianyi exhaled heavily, and said a little tiredly: "You...... Be ...... Live, so、Don't ...... Waves, it took ......"

Yue Shui was stunned for a moment, and the next moment she fiercely put her small mouth to Qianyi's white lips, but Qianyi couldn't feel it anymore......