The sword body flickered.

Qiao Yu lowered his head, and a drop of blood spontaneously dripped and splashed on the sword.

With this sword, she saw what she was now.

His face was covered in blood and he was embarrassed.

She looked up again.

Look at the sword, the one to protect.

The young man was safe and sound, even his robes were spotless, and there was not a trace of blood.

"Yu'er."

Mu Wanzhi hurriedly put away his sword, his voice almost trembling.

I drew my sword in a hurry just now, and I didn't see her clearly at all.

Right now.

In front of him, Qiao Yu was covered in blood, and the hot and sticky blood dripped to the ground along the fingers of his abdomen, scalding the frost and snow.

His mind went blank, and he hurriedly stepped forward, trying to help her.

Qiao Yu swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, staggered back a step, and looked defensive.

Mu Wanzhi's hand froze in mid-air.

"Master—"

The disciples in the distance instantly surrounded and suppressed them.

Qiao Yu's hand holding the sword tightened instantly.

"Stop—"

Mu Bangzhi shouted, and the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched his fist tightly.

The disciples pointed their swords at Qiao Yu, and all of them were on guard.

The cold wind is bleak, surrounded and suppressed on all sides, ready to go.

Under the moonlight.

The young man looked at Mu Wanzhi, his posture was arrogant, and his back was straight.

"The boss is here, trying to arrest me back?"

She glanced at the room.

"It's just, with these people, I'm afraid it's not enough, or does it mean that the head of the family has to do it himself?"

Mu Wanzhi didn't dare to look at her.

Just glanced at his fellow disciple, and his voice was cold.

"Qiao Yu, the disciple of Xiao Nanshan, committed a big mistake in the master's door, and since then he has been expelled from the school, and he will never be allowed to go up the mountain."

"Master!"

The disciples were shocked.

That's it?

"Let her go."

Qiao Yu smiled bitterly.

Really.

So from five years ago.

Master is lying to himself.

These nine years of master and apprentice.

But in other words, expelled from the division.

That's it.

Her expression was much clearer, and she was relieved to see that they didn't embarrass her.

Now, she can't even lift her sword.

Qiao Yu finally glanced at Mu Wan.

Under the moonlight.

Dressed in white, it was the same as back then.

Qiao Yu clasped his hands into fists and bowed.

A tear dripped down the snow along with this action.

"Thank you for your teaching over the years."

After speaking, he took a strong breath, turned around in despair, and did not stay for a moment.

"Yu'er!"

Mu Wanzhi grabbed her.

Then he pulled something out of his sleeve.

Qiao Yu lowered his eyes.

In Mu Wanzhi's palm, there are a few sky-skimming monkeys.

The Monkey King on the fireworks paper was cute and smiled at her.

That's the firecracker that the two agreed to put when they celebrated the New Year together.

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand and slowly raised it.

Then he grabbed him one by one and broke off his hands.

"Farewell—"

Mu Wanzhi's body staggered, and the small firecracker fell into the snow and fell out of a small pit.

"Master, why did you let her go, the senior brothers were all injured for her."

The young man looked dissatisfied and leaned over.

Mu Wan saw the sword in his hand.

"This sword, why is it here?"

The boy naturally put his sword back into its sheath.

"Uncle Taishi said, this sword was originally mine, I naturally want to take it back, just now that kid wanted to take my life for this sword, if it weren't for me."

"Smack-"

A crisp bang exploded in the air.

Mu Wanzhi shot mercilessly, and directly beat the young man to the ground.

"Master, why are you beating me!"

and in front of so many fellow brothers.

Mu Wanzhi only felt that a mouthful of blood was blocked in his heart, and he was forced to surge.

"Although the Nine Heavens and Clouds are my Xiaonanshan thing, but it needs the approval of the whole sect, you snatched her sword without authorization, and you dare to be presumptuous!"

How did he know!

He clenched the sword tightly, and his temperament, which had always refused to admit defeat, opened his mouth to say a word.

"It's not just recognition, just beat them down, this sword is mine."

Mu Wanzhi laughed angrily.

His eyes were cold and he glanced at him.

"Then kneel here, when you know it's wrong, something will rise up for me."

"Master!"

Mu Wanzhi turned around and didn't look at him again.

Yamashita.

Wen Shu trembled and sat on the last stone step.

It seems that the ass is sitting too cold.

Stood up and jumped.

The small tiger-headed copper bell on his wrist made a crisp sound with his movements.

It's just that the next moment, Wen Shu's eyes were shocked.

Under the moonlight, the blood winds on the ladder of Xiaonan Mountain.

Those were Qiao Yu's footprints descending the mountain.

Printed on the ladder, dyed all the way.

"Prince!"

Wen Shu's breathing stopped in fright, and he hurriedly ran over.

"Prince, what's the matter!"

"Didn't you say it's okay? Didn't you say that the head of Zihe would protect you? ”

"Why did you hurt so badly!"

The anxious voice is noisy.

Qiao Yu's face turned pale and frowned.

"Let's go home first."

Wen Shu hurriedly carried her on his back, not daring to delay.

Cold Wind Hunting.

Wen Shu's heart was pounding.

He didn't ask anything.

Now there is only one thought.

Go home.

Go back to Joe's house.

As long as he returns to Qiao's house, the old man will protect the prince.

It's just that.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve.

According to the rules of the Qiao family, today is the day of family reunion, and the door is closed.

The square door of Qiao's house was locked early.

From the gate, you can even hear the lively sound of the pear orchard singing in the courtyard.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Is there anyone?"

Wen Shu knocked on the door with a bang.

Qiao Yu put his arms around his neck, and his head ached from his shouting and screaming.

She opened her eyes and said weakly.

"Go over the wall and get in."

Wen Shu nodded.

Go around to a big tree at the West Corner Gate and prepare to climb over the wall into the courtyard.

Qiao Yu saw that Qiao's family was in front of him, and his strength came back a lot.

Looking at Wen Shu's thin and weak appearance of trying to climb the tree, Qiao Yu shook his head and stepped onto the tree himself.

"The prince is waiting for me."

The branches are crumbling.

Qiao Yu's movements over the wall were neat, and he was ready to jump off when he stepped on the courtyard wall.

"Bang-"

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky.

Qiao Yu raised her head, and from her point of view, the pear orchard was in full view.

Her eyes shook, and her body froze.

In the courtyard, the lights of the family are lit up, and they are happy.

The descendants of the Qiao family reunited, their faces full of joy.

The troupe babbled and sang a little song on stage.

Old Man Qiao's face was flushed and he cheered loudly.

There are also five uncles, who persuade each other to drink on the table, and their faces are red.

The descendants are all there.

The five elder brothers and Lin Nian were on a table, holding red envelopes in their hands and stuffing them into their pockets.

Qiao Yu slowly sat on the courtyard wall and smiled softly.

At home, it's so lively.

A large family, happy and reunited, no one is missing.

Her eyes were hot.

When he knew that he was not the Qiao family, he didn't cry.

When he knew that the master had turned his back and been expelled from the mountain, he didn't cry.

Just now.

When I saw the family reuniting at the table and celebrating the New Year together.

She couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

Originally.

Even if it's not Qiao's family, she still has a teacher, a Yunxu Peak, and a home to go back to.

Now, there is not even the last home.

The sound of artillery fire all around them was overwhelming.

Under the lights of thousands of homes, Qiao Yu sat alone on the courtyard wall.

Haruka watched others reunite and burst into tears.

A big coat was gently draped on Qiao Yu's shoulder.

Cover up the wind and snow.

"Prince, you still have me."

(End of chapter)