After the heat.

Although Qingping City has not yet fully entered autumn, it is even like the season of parting, the Great Wall of the Prison Dragon is hung with white silk, and the sky lanterns are put at night.

Some people are glad for the rest of their lives after the disaster, some people are buried in the ground and nowhere to be found, and some people still have two taels of wine, raise a glass to the moon and drink, and fall asleep.

Lu Fanchi woke up quietly at night, and the time he spent in Zhihai was only a stick of incense.

After more than 20 days of sleep, I didn't know that the people in the small bamboo house were changed again and again.

Su Ran rested on her hands and fell asleep on the cool wooden table.

His eyes swept over, and he didn't see anyone else except Su Ran.

got out of bed and walked into the hospital, Zhao Shenyang leaned against the bamboo wall, did not look back, listening to the slow steps of the people behind, although Lu Fanchi did not see it behind him, but his mouth was slightly upturned, which was reassuring.

Before Lu Fanchi left, he sat on the steps, and he didn't touch the ground for a long time, and he couldn't walk well.

He held up his dizzy head, probably because he had just asked Xuannu to take away the spiritual root, and he didn't have any strength at all.

Lu Fanchi was dull for a moment, although Zhao Shenyang was silent on weekdays, his face was also flat, and he couldn't see that he was a pig butcher at all.

But he hasn't woken up for a long time, and now he is in front of him, and he doesn't fart.

The two of them quietly looked at the quiet bamboo forest at night.

The bones in Lu Fanchi's body were as hard as stone, he shrugged his shoulders, and twisted his head again, his hands that had nowhere to put them, everything looked so unnatural in the eyes of others.

Zhao Shenyang still didn't say a word.

Lu Fanchi raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Shenyang was indeed not asleep, and he could still feel that he was breathing the true qi in his body all the time.

"Are you alright?"

This sentence should have come out of Zhao Shenyang's mouth, but Lu Fanchi really couldn't help it, how could this person be so quiet.

Zhao Shenyang smiled: "Sir, it should be me who came to ask you, are you okay?" ”

Lu Fanchi suddenly lifted his spirits and said, "Something, something special." ”

Zhao Shenyang said: "Mr. woke up at the wrong time, if you were a few days earlier, you would still be able to see Miss Wenren, she had already left with the South China Sea Sword Immortal senior, and the others were probably busy with the aftermath of the war now, Mo Zhao and Ning Bai, Mr. is very difficult to see, Lu Cui, I let him go home and rest, he... It's too noisy, Miss Jiang Li is also busy repairing her flying ferry, and now in the bamboo house, there are only me and Su Ran, and Mr. ”

While listening to what Zhao Shenyang said, Lu Fanchi counted the number of people in his heart and asked, "What about Fan Qing?" ”

"I don't want to stay here and go back to the martyrdom mansion, we also know that Mr. will not embarrass a little girl, although she will report to Fang Daoquan."

Lu Fanchi propped his hands on the ground behind his back, raised his head and sighed, Fanqing's temperament is not bad, teach him well, learn a craft, and maybe he can open a tailor shop like Jiang Li.

From the bottom of his heart, Lu Fanchi will not blame a little girl, this kind of thing is also very difficult for an adult, not to mention a person who has low self-esteem since childhood.

The most regrettable thing is that he couldn't see Xiao Qi'er, before he woke up, he wanted to ask a few more things about the Six Kingdoms, and he was more curious about Xiao Qi'er.

Zhao Shenyang asked, "What are the next plans of the gentleman?" ”

This sentence reminded Lu Fanchi that since he was no longer bound by this Xuannu, he should think about what to do next.

Lu Fanchi said: "Is there a way for me to enter the Jinyuan Palace?" ”

Zhao Shenyang said: "Sir, are you worried about the situation of Yuguo now? At this point, Mr. can rest assured, Lan Boshan has entered the palace to diagnose King Yu's illness, and he will be cured in a few days, and now the big and small affairs are in the hands of Ning Bai, and the officials led by him are also helping, without Fang Daoquan, many people are also trying their best to restore their original state... Yuguo can also be regarded as under the control of the Xuannu Sect. ”

Lu Fanchi asked, "Lamber Mountain?" Who? ”

Zhao Shenyang also sat down at this time and said: "Listen to him, he is also a member of the Xuannu Sect, and we have also verified his identity, sir, you can rest assured, in terms of medical skills, I don't know much, at least I can believe that the person selected by the Xuannu will not be bad." ”

Speaking of which, there are still three Xuannu Sect members who have not appeared, Lambershan is one of them, and there are two more.

Xuannu really likes to play tricks, and she doesn't know what to do with Jiuding's qi, but even if she asks, she won't say.

Yuguo is in a state of recuperation, even if he sends troops immediately, it is undoubtedly burying the national fortune, and now there is enough time for Lu Fanchi to prepare step by step.

Lu Fanchi suddenly remembered the old drunkard, and asked with a smile: "By the way, how is Chu Muqing?" Recuperating like me? ”

Seeing that Zhao Shenyang was silent, Lu Fanchi's doubts at this time also stagnated at this moment.

People don't speak, so they care.

Even if Lu Fanchi realized this, he still subconsciously continued to ask, "What?" Don't speak? ”

Zhao Shenyang turned his head to look at Lu Fanchi with a sad smile, and said lightly: "It's dead." ”

As soon as he said this, Lu Fanchi's eyes surged, which was diametrically opposed to the quiet night at the moment, he could guess it, but why did he ask more?

There are some things that you dare not face, but you have to say it from the mouth of others before you are willing to accept it.

Lu Fanchi tried his best to pick up the bowl of water in his heart, got up and left suddenly, and ran barefoot to the Chu family's courtyard in the night.

The acquaintance with Chu Muqing, for Lu Fanchi, is not fate, it is a crime.

He committed an irreparable sin, that is, he listened to Fang Daoquan and went to find Chu Muqing.

Why do you have to know each other when you meet, the people who are familiar at first sight are still because of their own departure.

Mei Han, Wu Yu, Chu Muqing, and those who died on the battlefield and never had a one-sided relationship.

Lu Fanchi's heart is not mature in terms of gains and losses, and it is even better than a child who loses the sugar gourd in his hand, cries for a while and a half, and then calms down.

In the case of Lu Fanchi, he will always think about death, and he will always take all the blame on his shoulders.

If you had discovered the ghost earlier and had not gone to find Chu Muqing, you would not have allowed the ring that day, and there would have been no outlaw mandarin ducks.

How can all this not be blamed for their own inadequacy.

The ancestral hall of the Chu family, the phoenix ancient vine is in the dark night, and the leaves can also be gorgeously red.

It's just that there is no Chu Yunchang under the tree.

Chu Xiang stood in front of the mourning hall.

The young man who walked behind him, dressed in white, stood barefoot in the courtyard, and the coldness coming from the ground was not as cold as the heart of the person in front of the spiritual seat.

Chu Xiang turned around, the young man was panting, the word regret was written all over his face, and his eyes were always looking for it under the plaque of "Born to Look", from top to bottom, from left to right.

Lu Fanchi was a little lucky, and said with a wry smile: "Why not?" Not dead? ”

Chu Xiang's eyes were lonely, his mouth seemed to be stitched, and he shook his head and walked to the door of a room next to him.

Lu Fanchi pursued his gaze, and his legs couldn't help but follow.

The door was pushed open, and the brazier in the room was still burning with unextinguished paper money, snow-white paper flowers in the middle of the top, white silk hung on both sides, and at the bottom was a table with three spiritual seats on the table.

Half of the "phoenix wings" are next to one of the spiritual seats.

Like its owner, it is cold and unassuming, without the brilliance of the past.

Lu Fanchi's voice trembled and asked, "Why... Can't be under that plaque? ”

"My father's three brothers, none of them made my grandfather worry, the middle is my uncle, Chu Yunchang, scolded King Yu in the court, and the elders in the family said that it ruined the reputation of the Chu family, the third uncle, Chu Muqing, did not inherit the family preaching heart, it was already a deviant, and he also contradicted the former general in the city with my uncle."

Just as he was about to talk about the next one, a touch of sadness on Chu Xiang's lips made him tremble and open his mouth, "My father, Chu Huaji... A sick person, obviously unable to go to the battlefield... I don't understand... Why are you willing to follow my third uncle until you die, obviously the worst qualification among the three, obviously there is still me..."

Lu Fanchi walked into the Phoenix Wing Spear, the old drunkard's action of pouring wine has not been forgotten, that day in the attic, the joke of worship at first sight hung in his ears.

A generation of "unparalleled in the world" has come to an end, but I have never seen General Chu's high spirits.

I only remember Shura on the battlefield, holding a gun and not falling.

This is the monk of the heart and bone realm? Since it is so vulnerable? Why did you still open the city gates?

Lu Fanchi asked, "So, are they not worthy of the heavenly generals?" ”

Chu Xiang's heart was like a knife, and he didn't want to say it, so he whispered: "They are worthy, but they are not the generals of the Chu family." ”

Lu Fanchi couldn't calm down for a long time, and Yuguo and his party, everything they encountered, were lost in a few words.

Xuannujiao, Fang Daoquan, Chu family, Qinglou Oiran.

It's as if they all have the same experience, and they are all born again in the midst of human suffering.

Some of them raise their hands to make life and death, and some let go of them into regrets.

And Mei Han and Chu Muqing both have strong desires, the former is not humble, and the latter is naturally arrogant and unyielding.

The path of pursuing desire is different, but the end is the same.

Desire is also a type of humanity? Or is humanity the pursuit of desire.

Lu Fanchi also has desires.

It is a monk who simply desires glory and wealth, and also wants to become a leader and seek immortality.

Look at the weather-beaten walls of the Great Wall of the Imprisoned Dragon.

The stele inside the stele told him that he wanted no more wars in this world.

The human affection is as thin as the clouds in autumn, and none of the elders of the Chu family came here to visit and pay respects.

Lu Fanchi poured a few taels of rice wine in front of the spiritual seat and muttered: "There is no match in the world, but it's just lip service." ”

A few days after leaving the Chu family, without Fan Qing, Lu Fanchi guarded the empty courtyard early in the morning.

On the side of the Great Wall of the Prison Dragon, the customs are no longer closed, and the caravans in the past have gradually increased, and the strangers who originally stayed in Yuguo have finally embarked on the road back to their hometown.

A young man in a blue robe flew over the Great Wall of Imprisoned Dragons, and Mo Zhao did not draw his bow, but still entered the pass by the young man.

The young man came to Yuguo half a month ago, but he was closed at that time and took a long detour outside the city.

He followed all the way with a piece of spiritual talisman in his hand, and after many responses, the spiritual light became stronger and stronger in the small bamboo forest outside Qingping City.

In the end, a piece of spirit rune fell from the sky and landed in the courtyard, Lu Fanchi looked at the spirit rune with low eyebrows, and took out a spirit rune similar to it from his arms.

The young man sheathed his sword qi and stepped on the ground.

Lu Fanchi looked up.

"Su Sheng?"