"Auntie"! A heart-rending cry of pain came from the Tianquan River! "Qi Long Song! Qi Long Song"! Tianquan Zi'an and Tianquan Xiong Ying shouted Qi Long Song's name viciously, crying with their hearts and lungs broken! In a hurry, the two of them rushed to Qi Long Mountain in one breath, grabbed Qi Long Song, and punched and kicked them!

"Give back my aunt, return my aunt"!

"You, killed my aunt, killed my aunt! Let you practice swords, let you practice swords!"

Tianquan Zi'an and Tianquan Xiong Ying grabbed Qi Longsong's right hand and stepped on it fiercely, and stepped on it fiercely

It wasn't until the Bamboo Festival came to protect the Qilong Song, and it wasn't until Ziling Fengming and Tianquan Nightingale came that the two of them were pulled away!

Gone, all the people are gone, in the room, only the Qilongsong, the lonely Qilongsong! Pain and longing, devouring the soul of the Qilongsong, Qilongsong has no way to resist! At this moment, Qilongsong hates Ziling Fengming, hates Tianquan Nightingale, and hates Zhushijie! Hates them for taking away Tianquan Zi'an and Tianquan Nightingale, he should let them beat them violently, although his body hurts, but his heart does not hurt! Now, there is only Qi Longsong alone, there are no punches and kicks to distract his attention, there is no numbness to blur his attention, only lonely, vivid in purpose, clear pain

Lonely, vividly in the purpose, clear pain

The only thing that can blur all this is time, only time

After more than a month

The warm breeze is blowing, the sunset is quiet and beautiful, and the eyes are straight and gentle. The leaves rustle, and the birdsong is sparse and far away. Qi Longsong glanced at the western sky, and there was indescribable beauty in his heart. The evening sky was colorful, and the sky around the sunset was red, like the shy face of a girl, the blush gradually changed, turning into a bright yellow, burning with boundless clouds, stretching endlessly in all directions, and finally disappeared in a solemn blue.

Qi Longsong watched stupidly, and tears fell silently. Once upon a time, he quietly glimpsed in the dojo of Qilongtang, that beautiful figure, with hair and fluttering skirts, in the glow of the sunset, frequently looking towards Qilongtang, those shining eyes were so bright. It's a kind of love, even if it's far away, you can really feel it. In the afterglow of the sunset, that love is so warm.

Thinking about it, Qi Longsong's face was about to let out a smile. Tianquan little sister, her own master. However, his age should be his sister. So young, that's it, that's it, no!

The heartache when you want to cry without tears is a wrinkled pain, and at this time, the whole heart is contracting, squeezing out all other feelings, leaving only pain, pure pain.

Qi Longsong covered his face with his hands and slapped his head hard, he hated himself, hated himself. That familiar sentence always lingers in my ears: "If you don't work hard, when one day, your loved one needs your help, that kind of powerless pain and remorse is worse than death"!

It is worse than death, it is indeed worse than death.

Until that day, Ziling Fengming, who looked gloomy, walked in front of him and said to himself that when Zhu Lao was treating Tianquan Xiaomei, Tianquan Xiaomei finally said a word: "Tell Qi Longsong that I hope he lives well."

It was dark, it was dawn, the moon was missing, and the moon was full. The moon that day was round, very round, round, round, round. Today, there is only one line of the moon. It is said that time can heal all the pain in the world, and who says it is not, the pain I can feel seems to be much less. It's just, perhaps, maybe, numbness.

Qi Longsong was alone and headed towards the mountain. For many days, the endless melancholy and pain in my heart were like a tide, wave after wave, hitting my fragile heart. At this moment, the endless waves were also intoxicated, silent on the side of this quiet sunset.

The continuous cold eyes and sarcasm made Qi Longsong's heart full of holes. At this moment, there is an indescribable tranquility in my heart.

A few more bird calls, the sound far away. The dragon pine looked up at the sky, and the birds returned to the forest and walked together. The birdsong is gentle and kind, presumably to reminisce about this solid and happy day, and I am reluctant to give up, so I use the beautiful song to make the final praise.

Qi Longsong lowered his head, looked at his steps forward, and fell into a burst of melancholy. The sound of birdsong is so good, but even if you have a solid and happy day, what can you do, you can say that you can praise it with your voice. I stammered even a short sentence, and that kind of aftertaste of admiration would be very funny if I expressed it myself.

However, what can I do about this, stammering, I was born like this, for so many years, even a peerless doctor like my grandfather who rejuvenated himself was helpless, presumably, this stammering mouth will accompany him for the rest of his life.

However, the grandfather said that he would wait a little longer, and when his father came back, his stammering might be saved.

But it's okay, it's just a stutter, it doesn't affect eating, and if it affects eating, then it's sin. If you can be selected by the genius chef of the sub-clan, you will definitely become the greatest gourmets in the world in the future. The people take food as the sky, and they will definitely be able to become the food in the future.

Thinking of this, Qilong Songsong couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart. What a painful consolation. Think about the twin brother Qi Longhai, what kind of heroic posture, shining demeanor, popular with everyone, young age, was praised by everyone as the most talented and intelligent person in the past century. In the future, he will definitely be able to surpass the Six Leaves Master and the Six Petal Masters, and push the cultivation of human beings to a higher realm. And himself, stammering, even the reaction is the same as the mouth, and he is sluggish from time to time.

Tianquan Xiong Ying on the dog's day, Tianquan Zi'an on the dog's day, the dog's eyes look down on people. It was said that Uncle Ben's reaction was not even as good as his mouth, his mouth was stammering, and his reaction was completely dumb. Dumb you are big, just your strength, hit Uncle Ben's body, like scratching your boots, even mosquito bites are not as good, and you are ashamed to ask grandpa to dodge, grandpa can you use it to dodge, grandpa just enjoys your massage.

Thinking of this, Qi Longsong felt a sadness in his heart, and sighed in his heart. In fact, my reaction is really fast, really fast, it's just that sometimes I don't understand other people's intentions. Damn Ziling Blood Flame, a girl, is not gentle and virtuous at all, she even said that I am the most stupid person in all generations, Uncle Ben's brain is very smart, take out half of the wisdom of Uncle Ben's brain and put it in your brain, it will definitely be able to burst your brain.

Thinking of this, Yang Wansong couldn't help but smile in his mind.

Looking up at the sky, Yang Wansong's heart trembled. The red light of the sunset flowed, leaking on the mountains, trees, and clothes, like a red silk veil, gently shrouded in the head of spring. The red light is delicate, a little more gentle than the moonlight.

Qi Longsong walked while poking his head around and kept looking, since the magic sound master ordered himself, Qi Longsong's mood has changed incomparably, and he began to slowly accept himself, began to slowly accept life, and began to practice swords very hard.

It's just that every time I practice the sword, my heart hurts once!

Qi Longsong walked and glanced at it, wanting to take in all the beauty in front of him. Then, Yang Tian told the Heavenly Master.

Suddenly, between the stone cracks on the Mingyue Cliff of Qilong Mountain, a strange purple flower broke through the stone and came into view. The stems and leaves are slender and oblique, and they are indescribably beautiful as far as the eye can see. The hundred-zhang high Mingyue Cliff pierces the sky straight, how could there ever be a plant. I don't want such a delicate flower to break out of the stone and become independent. It's impressive. Coupled with that thin layer of red yarn of the sunset, it seems that the peerless beauty, the sunset loves, and gives it red yarn to show love.

Qi Longsong was shocked unconsciously, it was so beautiful, he wanted to pick this flower and put it in the master's mound.

Qilongpine climbed up involuntarily, although the Mingyue Cliff was a whole stone made naturally, but the wind and rain blew, and it actually formed a natural vein on the steep wall in the west, like the folds on the face of the old man.

Looking at the flower, clinging to the layers of folds and climbing up, after climbing to a stick of incense, Qilongsong stopped to rest, looked down suddenly, and felt that his body trembled, and he almost couldn't grasp it. It's so high, looking up from the bottom, I don't feel anything, but when I'm there, there's an indescribable difference. It was as if he was a foreign object, shamelessly attached to the straight moon cliff.

Qi Longsong hurriedly came back to his senses, looked up at the top, his panic instantly improved, staring at the purple flowers above, his expression was pleasant, forgetting where he was, and forgetting his panic. Desperate, continue to climb forward.

The light of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and it was gentle and lovely to look at from the top of the cliff.

Qilongsong made a short stay and continued to move forward. Three zhang, two zhang and one zhang

Slowly approaching, the joy in my heart continued to surge from Qi Longsong's heart. Eight feet, six feet, four feet, two feet are close at hand!

Sniffing lightly with your nose, it is a cool fragrance that flows down your nose and swells up on the top of your head. An indescribable beauty that makes people's whole body float, Qi Longsong can't help but want to let go of his hand and let himself go with the wind. When I came back to my senses, I thought that I was climbing a cliff, and I was in the middle of the mountain, and once I let go of my hand a little, it would immediately turn into a pulp, and there was not even a tree on this mountain, let alone be lucky enough to land on that tree. Thinking of this, Qi Longsong couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

However, it is really refreshing, and when I smell the fragrance of flowers, I actually have a feeling of floating like a fairy. Qi Longsong imagined that he transplanted this flower into the master's mound, carefully cared for, and within a few years, this flower bloomed all over the entire Qilong Hou Mountain

Keep your feet firmly on your feet and grasp it with your right hand. Qi Longsong's left hand gently rose from the root of the flower, but as soon as he touched the root, Qi Longsong's body trembled, like three needle tips pierced from the fingers, a cone pain. Then he turned into countless thin needles through his arm, and finally turned into thousands of burrs wrapped around his heart.

Qi Longsong shook instantly, his body lost his balance, and his left leg suddenly stepped into the air. His mind seemed to be awake, but he faintly felt that his right hand was still tightly clasping a slightly raised stone fold. Although the right foot is in the fold of the stone, it does not need a little strength at this time.

At this time, the desire to survive actually made the chaotic Qilongsong suddenly roar. Qi Longsong used the strength of every cell in his body to raise his left hand to grasp the stone folds, but the pain of the clear three needle tips into his fingers showed a trace of numbness, and began to spread along the arm and towards the entire arm. At the end of the hero, fighting hard, Qi Longsong used all his energy, but he clearly felt that the entire left arm was gradually moving away from him, and the five fingers of the right hand, which were tightly grasping the folds, became four and three at the moment

At this time, Qi Longsong was making a final struggle with death, and saw that the fingers of his right hand were four, three, three, and four on the stone folds. And so on and so forth.

After all, Qi Longsong did not fight death, and gradually, Qi Longsong became lighter physically and mentally. The whole person is like catkins in the sky, swaying with the wind.

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