Xiao Lie pierced Xiao Yu's lower abdomen with a shot, that is, the position of the lower dantian, Xiao Yu's figure stiffened suddenly, but he still stepped forward one step forward.

With this step, Xiao Yu finally came within three feet of Xiao Lie's body, and his hand broke through the formation and changed his previous defensive position to an aggressive offensive.

Xiao Lie showed a complicated look, with emotion and relief.

In the next battle, Xiao Yu didn't want to take advantage of Xiao Lie, so the two sides only wanted to be in the martial arts. The two people who can clearly shake the earth and shake the momentum, each restrained their own arrogance, except for the shot as fast as thunder, they can no longer see the meaning of the fairy fight, it is simply as subtle as a gentleman to join hands, stop at the point, and leave a line for each. In terms of brilliance, it is not as wonderful as all kinds of magical means when the heavens and men are in the realm.

But in this seemingly polite and implicit hand, there is no power to pull out the majesty of the mountains and rivers to cover the world, but there are killing opportunities everywhere in every square inch.

This is the slightest dispute between the two.

It's a matter of a fraction of a second.

When there are ten people on the list today, if you don't use the Divine Channel Method, only talk about martial arts cultivation, except for Xiao Yu and Xiao Lie's father and son, only Shangguan Xianchen and Murong Yan can fight with the two, Shangguan Xianchen is a universal immortal swordsmanship, and Murong Yan is an enemy-killing sword technique honed on the battlefield, it is difficult to say which is stronger or weaker, but at the moment, the difference between the Xiao father and son is about to be distinguished.

Breaking the array and constantly attacking each other with inch blood, exploding countless sounds of gold and stone.

The next moment, Xiao Lie suddenly swept out the blood in his hand, swept out, and swept out a huge arc like a quarter moon in Xiao Yu's hand.

Xiao Yu couldn't retreat.

Then Xiao Lie took advantage of the situation in his hand and hit Xiao Yu's chest with the tail of the gun.

Xiao Yu's figure suddenly shook, his feet almost rose off the ground, and the heart in his chest went into cardiac arrest. However, at this moment, the broken array in his hand went upstream, and almost at the same time, it forcibly stabbed into Xiao Lie's lower abdomen.

Xiao Lie's face suddenly turned bright red, and then turned extremely pale.

In terms of moves, Xiao Yu lost, and Xiao Lie was even better. But it was still the same sentence, the fist was afraid of being less strong, and Xiao Yu almost carried Xiao Lie's shot and handed out the sword. Such an unreasonable hand, Xiao Yu, who was in his prime, did it, but Xiao Lie, who was old and high-spirited, couldn't do it, and the already crumbling immortal physique was not enough to support him to exchange injuries for injuries, so Xiao Lie won the move, but lost the fight.

An inch of blood fell to the ground, and Xiao Lie's spirit and spirit quickly collapsed, as if the army was defeated like a mountain.

Before this hand-to-hand combat began, Xiao Lie took a breath, which was equivalent to a strong crossbow at the end of his strong crossbow, and now that this breath was released, Xiao Lie was defeated.

Xiao Yu let go of the hilt of his sword, took a step back, did not speak, just looked at his father quietly.

Xiao Lie did not have an unwilling look on his face, and looked at his son calmly.

Father and son looked at each other.

looked at each other without saying a word.

After a long time, Xiao Lie slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You won." ”

Xiao Yu was silent.

He had been looking forward to this result for many years, but now that he heard it with his own ears, he didn't have much joy, and more was still stunned.

It was as if something in my heart had dissipated.

Is it the cage in the heart, or the sky above the head?

Xiao Yu said softly: "Prepare, go and admit your mistake to my mother, and I will call you Dad in the future." ”

Xiao Lie calmed his breath, but did not speak.

Xiao Yu didn't rush to pull out the broken array, and then asked, "Did you think of today?"

Xiao Lie said indifferently: "I thought of it, but I didn't want to think about it." Thinking too much is not a good thing for you or me. ”

Xiao Yu sighed softly, "Why bother?"

Xiao Lie opened his eyes and smiled, "I've taught you since you were a child that everything in our hands was taken from someone else's hands. Not everyone can be a master, and if someone is above, there must be more people below. If someone is a powerful person, someone must be a small citizen at the feet of the powerful. Someone is a general, someone has to be a general, there is only one seat, if you want to come up, I have to go down, there is never real fairness in the world, only to become a king and defeat a villain, it's as simple as that. ”

Xiao Yu pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

Xiao Lie coughed, spit out a little blood foam, and then said: "At the last moment just now, you still kept your hand, this is not good, as a monarch, you can be a virtuous corporal, you can share weal and woe, you can set an example, and you can even wave a bitter tear for others." But in the final analysis, these are superficial efforts, they are for others to see, to be an emperor, you must have a cold heart, and at this point, you have not done enough. ”

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment and asked, "What should I do?"

Xiao Lie said word by word: "Kill me, and then keep it a secret, and wait until you ascend to the Great Treasure, and then say that I died of illness, so that you can save your reputation and prevent future troubles." ”

The atmosphere between the two suddenly froze.

Then it seems that the entire Meishan Mountain is stagnant.

Xiao Yu was silent, then slowly shook his head and said, "You are really old and confused. ”

Xiao Lie stared at Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu looked at him calmly.

After a long time, Xiao Lie suddenly smiled, with some hatred for iron and steel, and some sincere relief, "You are not Xiao Lie after all, you are still Xiao Yu." ”

Xiao Yu stopped talking, held the trembling broken array, and slowly pulled it out.

At the moment when he left Xiao Lie's lower abdomen, Xiao Lie stumbled, stepped back, leaned his back against the wall of the plum viewing platform and then slowly slid down, and finally sat on the ground.

He put his hands on his knees and said slowly: "Over the years, you have hated me, I know, but I have done nothing, just sent you to the grassland, which is both a way of life and a way of death. I want to see where you can go, whether you are high-spirited or near-dead, I will stand by and watch, even if you are now leading the Northwest Army to the eastern capital, I still haven't broken the net. In fact, I have been waiting for this battle, and after this battle, the past is over. ”

Xiao Lie raised his hand and stretched out to Xiao Yu, and said slowly: "Help me up, go to your mother's side, today our family of three is reunited." ”

Xiao Yu held Xiao Lie's hand, it was very cold.

Xiao Lie, with Xiao Yu's support, went down the mountain road to the halfway up the mountain, and then walked through the green landscape to Fang Xuan's grave.

Xiao Lie's qi and blood loss was so bad that he couldn't even stand, so he simply sat in front of the grave.

There are no complicated inscriptions on the tombstone, only a few simple words, the tomb of Xiao Fang.

Xiao Lie stretched out his hand to hold the tombstone and said softly: "I don't know what to do, I go deep, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I smile and I don't know." ”

Xiao Lie turned his back to Xiao Yu and waved his hand.

Xiao Yu hesitated, but turned around and left, leaving this place for the husband and wife who were lying and sitting.

Xiao Lie tried his best to sit up straight, looked at the tomb of the square shadow, and said softly: "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Xiao Lie stretched out a finger and used his last strength to make an iron hook and silver scratch on the tombstone.

"In the thirtieth year of Zhengming, Ding Chou in November, Fang's name Xuan, the wife of Xiao Lie in the Eastern Capital, died in the Eastern Capital. Layue Jiazi, buried in the waist of Meishan. ”

After carving these words, Xiao Lie, who was already exhausted, simply leaned on the tombstone and whispered, just talking to her who was lying behind her.

The sky is bright, the sun is getting higher and higher, and Meishan after the rain reveals a bright atmosphere in the sun, full of vitality.

Xiao Lie, who was really old, was drowsy, and his head, which had been held high, finally lowered and fell down together.

Just in a trance, half-asleep and half-awake.

Xiao Lie vaguely felt that a shadow was coming towards him, and he tried his best to look up, but he could only see a patch of light and shadow, hazy, and unreal.

Xiao Lie said with difficulty, "Xuan'er?"

The woman did not speak, and her figure suddenly became dark, and her shadow seemed to be leaving.

Xiao Lie raised his hand tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Xuan'er?!"

The woman was still gone.

It's like a spring dream, without a trace.

――

Fu Chen, who had been watching from the sidelines, snorted coldly, "Children have a long relationship, and it is difficult to become a big thing." ”

With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Fu Chen left, and Qingchen naturally retreated.

――

At this time, Xiao Yu's figure quietly appeared in Xiao Lie's study, looking at a portrait in a daze.

It was a portrait of a father and son.

Both father and son wore black guard robes.

Xiao Lie sat on the chair, at that time he was not as dull as he is today, and he was in the peak of spring and autumn.

Xiao Yu stood aside, he was not as majestic as he is today, and his face was immature.

Xiao Yu's lips moved slightly.

Heh, father and son.