Ye Yunsheng has been guarding his wife during the day, and he has to renew his wife's life every other hour, and then he cooks a bowl of old ginseng soup and vomits half of it before feeding it, but his wife has never woken up again.

At night, Ye Yunsheng took an hour to go into the cellar to heal Jiang Shouhua Yungong, and when he returned to the house, he kept giving his wife a breath. His internal strength was almost exhausted, and after meditating in the intervals, recovering a little, and supporting his wife, he felt the meridians of his whole body stinging like a knife. He sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at his daughter's sleeping little face, rested and rested, and waited for an hour to pass, and then repeated.

The next morning, he went to find Lao Li, and there was no clear reply to the matter of asking for "Xi Shi Milk", and the people entrusted to him did not rush to Jiangnan.

Lao Li had no choice but to ask, "How many days can you last?"

Ye Yunsheng was helpless and didn't know how to answer.

Lao Li couldn't help but persuade: "You don't have time to get back at all, and if you hold on like this for two or three days, your foundation will be broken." ”

"Where can we still take care of the foundation...... You have some ginseng here. ”

"Money!"

"I owe it first. Ye Yunsheng directly turned over a few old ginseng from the medicine cabinet beside him and put them into his arms.

Lao Li didn't know that Ye Yunsheng's family had a Yan returning, and he also needed him to heal his injuries.

At night, a red candle in the cellar emitted a charming halo, and Jiang Thinhua's emaciated face was pale and pretty, and it was incredibly beautiful.

In the past, Ye Yunsheng would indulge in it and take a few more looks, but now he can barely open his eyes. Compared with the fatigue and weakness of exhausting physical strength, the mental distress and emptiness caused by excessive consumption of internal breath, like the hunger and thirst of hunger for three days and three nights, are unbearable and difficult for ordinary people to overcome.

Ye Yunsheng took the credit and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand up. Jiang Shouhua saw that he was not in the right state, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He half-squinted, and said softly, "I'll lie here for a while, and you will wake me up in half an hour." ”

When she saw that he didn't want to say anything, she didn't force it, so she nodded her head in response, and saw that his body was limp, lying on the side, as if unconscious.

A red candle burned out, and she slowly refilled it, walking back and forth silently by the bedside, activating the qi and blood meridians, and the cellar was silent, as if no one was there.

When the new red candle was about to burn out, she went to the bedside and called a few times, Ye Yunsheng woke up, didn't speak, meditated cross-legged, slowly rested, and stood up after a while.

"What's going on?"

He grinned slightly, but he wanted to laugh but couldn't, "Rest well, don't think too much." ”

still refused to tell her, Ye Yunsheng understood that now telling her about his wife's situation would only increase her troubles and would not help. It's better not to say it - many things can only be put in the heart, can't be stopped, can't be changed, only endure, support, hold, hold, and carry.

He lasted so until the third day, and came out of the house in the morning, breathing in the cold wind, and looking numbly at the sky.

The sky is still dreary and cloudy, where has the sun gone these days, is it in a dream, so it is hidden? Or are the dark clouds tired, and they are reluctant to leave on Chang'an City?

He hung his head without energy, went into the side room, boiled a pot of water, put down two bowls of noodles, and waited for him to eat them, thinking about whether he had any luck just now, and whether he had gone for a week and a day in the "Xuanji Pure Root Technique"......

However, in a few days, he lost a lot of weight, the jawbones on his face protruded, his face was blue, his eyes were dark and swollen, and he looked like he was seriously ill.

After the excessive consumption of the internal strength of the whole body, the meridians can no longer bear it, it still hurts yesterday, and today it is numb, and there is no feeling at all. He was in the courtyard, and he didn't even know that anyone was approaching the door.

It took him a long time to hear a knock on the door, and he didn't know who it was, who had knocked on the door for so long, and who had the patience to not shout, not to shout, and not to leave.

When he turned his head, he saw Ah Yu beside him, looking at himself curiously with big eyes, was he wondering what was wrong with his father, and he didn't open the door when he heard that someone was coming?

He walked over slowly, opened the door, and saw the monk Tinghai who had been listening to the sea for a long time, with an honest and honest smile on his face, and those who did not know might think that it was a friend visiting.

"What's the matter?" he didn't have the energy to pretend to be polite, and he didn't want to invite Monk Hai in.

"I've come here to ask you to meet someone. ”

"Who?"

"You'll know when you go. ”

Ye Yunsheng shook his head and said, "Don't go." ”

Monk Tinghai smiled and asked him, "I haven't seen him for a few days, how can I be so haggard?"

He was silent.

Monk Tinghai was still smiling and asked, "Are you really not going?"

Ye Yunsheng's face was even more silent, and he turned back to his daughter and said, "Haosheng stays at home, and my father goes out to do errands, and he will be back immediately." ”

Ah Yu responded obediently. He slowly followed Monk Tinghai out of the alley.

There were no neighbors in the alleys, perhaps because the weather was so bad that everyone was hiding in their houses and didn't want to come out. About 200 steps to Fukang Street, turn to the East Market, you can see the victory restaurant in the distance, the hexagonal eaves bell, the red column and the green tile, it should have been majestic...... The dark clouds in the sky shrouded the entire Chang'an City, and Ye Yunsheng raised his head and glanced at it as he walked. For some reason, he felt that this gloomy sky, with its rolling black clouds, seemed to be some kind of legendary ghost, not a little minion with teeth and claws. It was eerie, silently and inhibitedly, moving slowly, as if it were following his footsteps, as if it were walking with him......

Looking at the victory restaurant again, it is like a humble and insignificant shopkeeper.

He found that there were bursts of fog on the streets of Chang'an City today, even the cold wind could not blow, just like a boat on the lake, moving slowly, and actually following the direction he was going - today was like the coldest day in the whole winter, the cold unscrupulously burrowed into his clothes, wandering on his skin, he gritted his back teeth at some point, puffed out his cheeks, and lowered his head to look at the ground under his feet.

"It's here. Monk Tinghai turned around to look at him with a smile and pointed to the post road outside the city gate, "It's not strange to be in the dim and dim city, but you don't know that the sun is shining outside the city?"

He followed the direction pointed by Monk Tinghai and saw the end of the post road outside the city, under the warm sunshine, inside and outside the city, it was like two worlds!

There are very beautiful fields on both sides of the end, planted with leeks and bean sprouts, I remember that at this time last year, he took Ah Yu to see, and Ah Yu also ran in to play for a while.

He looked up at the sky again, and the dark clouds were overhead, and there were a few faint whites in the middle, and there was light, and the scattered light image was a magical grimace, and in the middle of the dark clouds, a pitch-black cloud like a rope hung obliquely, moving with the wind.

Black clouds and white mist resemble two huge demon gods in the sky and on the ground.

Ye Yunsheng was born under the grimace, in the vast white mist, together with the two demon gods, waiting with a sad expression......

A carriage appeared on the post road, and he couldn't open his eyes a little, and touched it, and the water droplets in one hand.

The carriage was getting closer and closer, and his clothes were so wet that he shivered with cold.

Listen to the gentle voice of Monk Hai reaching his ears, "The world is useless, mourn." ”

He clenched his back teeth, feeling a salty smell of blood in his mouth.

"Master Tinghai...... Hey, Ye Yunsheng?" there were two people sitting in front of the carriage, one of them was the old ghost of the flesh butcher knife forest, and the other was wearing a Taoist uniform, but he didn't know him. The carriage stopped, and Xie Ding, the Sword King of Chang'an, walked out from within, and was surprised for a moment when he saw Ye Yunsheng, and then stretched out his hand to invite.

Ye Yunsheng felt that the strength in his body was drained all of a sudden, his knees trembled badly, he didn't know how he got into the car, and sat down next to his good brother.

"The Sword King and Senior Lin have good skills, and they brought Fang Zimo back. It's unexpected, listen to the sea admire!"

"I'm ashamed, I couldn't catch up with Zimo all the way, or after the Master of the Nine Tribulations arrived, a fair sword match stabbed Fang Zimo. On the way back, he was lucky enough to run into him, and he was dead by then. ”

"Senior Brother Nine Tribulations has won after all. ”

A carload of people came to the yamen, there were already officials waiting, got in the car and carried Fang Zimo into the back hall, and passed the inspection of pedestrians, but he was not in Ye Yunsheng's sight, he was left in front of the yamen, accompanied by the sea.

"I'm afraid that I will be put in prison for a while, Lord Wei hates it for a long time, and intends to put it in the spring until the beginning of spring. ”

Ye Yunsheng has been silent, his face has no expression, he can't see what he thinks, he can't see what he thinks.

"Do you want me to discuss with the master so that you can come and see him at any time?"

In fact, his face was covered with water, and if he shed a few tears, he would not be able to see it.

"Hey, people can't escape death after all, don't be too sad. ”

Remember, Lao Yun once said that men can shed tears, but they can't shed tears in front of the enemy. A person who cries at the side of friends or relatives is not considered weak, but crying to an enemy is not considered a man, and that is what only people without birds do.

Ye Yunsheng glanced at Monk Tinghai.

This monk was dressed in sackcloth monk's robes, his face was honest, he didn't look like a wicked person, his expression was compassionate, and he was relieved with kind words.

He looked up to the sky and opened his mouth, drank three or four mouthfuls of the clouds in the sky after a while, and said to the monk Tinghai, who was also soaking wet, "Have we ever known each other?"

Tinghai stretched out his hand to block his eyebrows, trying to see Ye Yunsheng's expression clearly, but his vision was blocked, and all he could see was a blurred face.

"I don't remember seeing you before. ”

"Has Ye ever offended?"

"No, I didn't. ”

Ye Yunsheng raised his hand, splashed countless droplets, clenched his fists, and bowed.

Listening to the sea laughed, he bent over.

The storyteller has many details that are inspired by the actions of the Jianghu people, such as the imminent battle between the two armies, the formation of the battle, the main general self-report, and the invitation to fight before the battle, which is derived from a kind of etiquette of the Jianghu people......

On this day, I heard Monk Hai say the right sentence - people will inevitably die after all.

However, there is one creed in the rivers and lakes that is eternal and unchanging - grievances and grievances are clear, and revenge must be avenged!

............

Ah Tan was lying flat on the bed, and he could only barely drink some ginseng soup these days, and he was so thin that he lost his human shape.

Under the eaves of the hut, Ah Yu stretched out his hands to catch the rain, and spilled the water in his hand for a while, with a smile on his face.

The windows were open, but the smell inside was more suffocating than in the cellar.

He couldn't understand what kind of hatred Monk Tinghai had with him, and he had to be persecuted so desperately, it was almost breathless.

Although he has retired from the rivers and lakes for seven years, he is not an unwise person and knows that everything has a reason. Tinghai must have a reason to force him to make a move-is to make him and Wei Xian involved? Is it Wei Xian's meaning? There are nine difficulties, Xie Ding, Xu Qing, Lin Laogui, Xia Yunxian and others, and they still need to worry about him being useless in the world?

It is reasonable to replace it with the old cloud.

He couldn't figure it out.

In fact, he just needed to divert his attention, but he didn't succeed, and he couldn't find an answer after thinking about it, and the sadness and anger that overwhelmed the mountains and destroyed the world invaded his body again.

His eyes were blood-red, he couldn't go crazy, and he had to endure his tears, so he slowly helped his wife up, pressed his palms on his back, and began to breathe again.

Finally got to night, put Ah Yu to sleep, Ye Yunsheng came to the cellar, and saw Jiang Shouhua sitting on the bed stretching her muscles, her body close to her legs, and her two hands holding her feet.

His haggard appearance was too obvious, Jiang Shouhua crossed his legs and asked, "We are also the same way, and my life has been saved by you for many days, what can't you say to me?"

He thought for a moment and said, "I'll heal with you first, and then I'll talk about it later." ”

In the past few nights, he has only been exercising for one hour, if it is two hours, it will not be appropriate on his wife's side, and after receiving the merits, Jiang Shouhua turned around and sat face to face with him, just looking at him.

"Zimo is dead. ”

Jiang Shouhua closed her eyes and said after a while: "I still have a few days before I can operate the internal breath." ”

Ye Yunsheng couldn't imagine that she was so strong, but would she go to take revenge? If you can, he would have already made a move in front of the gate of Chang'an City today.

"My lady is seriously ill, and I have been working for her for the past few days, and I have to cross the air once every two hours. ”

Jiang Shouhua was stunned at this time, and a sad look appeared on her face, "So, you haven't had a good rest in the past few days, and you have been spending your internal rest? ”

"I don't know what to do...... He was lying on a straw mat, and that appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind...... I want to take revenge, but this time, there is more than luck, my wife can't live, and my daughter has no one to take care of. ”

He covered his face, and when he came to such a field, there were no tears to shed and no sadness to mourn.

"Can anyone help?"

"The Holy Hand Lao Li has no cure, only one "Shih Tzu Milk", but it is far away in the south of the Yangtze River. I have an old Ning family, and I can't find someone who is equivalent to my internal strength to help my wife continue her life...... I don't know how many more days I'll last, and I know it's useless, but I have to watch her live...... And how can it be done?"

He was silent, came to the boxes stacked in the corner, and struggled for a long time before he said, "Don't be in a hurry for these days." ”

There is nothing more difficult in the world than "forbearance".

It was from the beginning of the spread of "uselessness in the world" on the rivers and lakes, and he has endured it until now, and he can't get used to it.

He had not practiced swords for a few days, and he was too tired, so that night, after he had finished his wife's breath, he dragged himself to the courtyard, and there was only a drizzle at night, and he fell on his clothes unconsciously. He pinched the sword trick, so that the useless swordsmanship, not according to the heart spectrum, believe in the reins of the horse, the sword goes at will, and I don't know which move to make, from the first style of useless swordsmanship, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, nine...... From time to time, it is a sword move like when I was fighting with someone before, and gradually all the sword moves were erased in my heart.

There are many common skills, such as the lyricist and the painter, the lyricist and the word card, and the meaning of the word, and some routines. The painter follows the pattern, frame, imagery, and tone. And when a swordsman practices a sword, he also has a mental spectrum, a sword trick, a charm of sword moves, strength, gestures, and body memory.

Every time he practiced the sword, Ye Yunsheng would hold down his heart spectrum in his heart, hold the sword trick in his hand, and every move would be carried away in the internal breath, and the memory of all parts of his body would be adjusted and summarized.

But this time, he still remembered the first nine moves in his heart, and the behind, these mental activities that he should have had when he practiced swords in the past were gone. His heart was empty. Those obsessions, those pursuits, are all left behind.

He forgot the sword moves, forgot "me", and forgot all things in heaven and earth.

There is no trace of the past, no more fit into the seam, no more meticulous......

It was already dark in the cellar, and Jiang Shouhua lay on her side on the bed, sleeping without a dream. She sleeps with a calm and beautiful look, and few women can sleep like this. Most beautiful women, when they are awake, their temperament is revealed, and they are all moving, but when they are asleep, they lose this touching taste. But she has a unique charm in the silence, perhaps because her facial features are really like the gods, even when she is asleep, there is also a taste of "beauty" that keeps emanating.

In the corner of the cellar, next to the stacked chests, there was a wooden box.

The wooden box is like a sleeping beauty day and night, different from the "beautiful" taste of Jiang Shouhua, almost healthy men will see it.

Its temptation lies in the fact that only a small part, limited to a small number of people in the rivers and lakes, will be tempted and addicted, although it is less, but this temptation is more important than the former.

It's just that it's been lonely for too long, and this loneliness even makes the pitch-black scabbard inside glow itself in the darkness.

Its light is hidden in the darkness, yet transcendent from the darkness.

As Ye Yunsheng pinched the sword trick in the courtyard, it began to diffuse a shocking battle intent.

It will come out of its sheath.

Just like the old saying in the rivers and lakes:

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents. ”