He thought that he had completely controlled the evil ghost in his heart, but it turned out that not only did it, but the evil ghost became even more intense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info was weakened by Xie Fengde's extremely brittle mind, and even after this night, it seemed that he couldn't recover.

He went to see the wound in his chest only after he had calmed down. The wound didn't seem to get any better, and the dense wound was leaking out some fluid that was not blood or pus, but it still kept flowing out after wiping it off. However, the wound is so small that even the medicine will be redundant, let alone bandage.

He knew that this must be the terrible thing about the "Green Silk Dance", and it was not an ordinary way to heal, so it had to be solved by "everything is scattered". But Shen Fengming was not there. He could only endure it, put on his clothes, and it didn't look special.

On this day, he continued to go on the road with Xia Zheng and others, even if he didn't care about his efforts, he still felt that his injuries were getting worse and worse little by little. It's not just the deterioration of the trauma, but also my own mind, which always suddenly becomes in a trance. He believed that the out-of-control dream of last night was not accidental. I have never learned the solution and rely on concentration to fight against Xie Fengde alone, after all, I have suffered a lot, even if it seems to be going to gain the upper hand at that time, but the stamina accumulated in my body is also extremely terrifying. At that time, if you continue to fight, it may not be your own victory.

Otherwise, the martial arts of the Yan Shan faction would be too easy to match, wouldn't it?

No...... It's not like I've been cultivating for so many years of concentration. He thought to himself with horror. He has secretly passed the two intentions of contemplation and emptiness, but he has only been able to fix his god and maintain the thoughts of normal people. He didn't dare to imagine if it would be worse if he went down further, but fortunately, the last section of the road was peaceful, and not long in the afternoon, Meizhou City was already in sight.

He tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, and stepped forward to Xia Zheng and said, "Lord Xia, Meizhou has arrived, and I-I will retire." ”

Xia Zheng was taken aback and stopped. "It's finally here, Junli doesn't want to go into the city to rest for a while, even if it is inconvenient to stay in the future, but today it also allows Xia to do his best as a landlord. ”

Jun Li couldn't help but shake his head dizzily: "When you enter the city, there will be a large number of officials to greet you, and Lord Xia must be busy, so I won't rush to this excitement." After a few days in this suburb, it is considered to have been here. ”

"Then you want to go back to Lin'an, go to Suzaku?" Xia Zheng couldn't help but ask. "Do you still want to- do you want to go back to Suzaku?"

Jun Li was silent for a moment. "I'm going. ”

He owes a debt. "Because of my master, Suzaku, you have gone through such dangers all the way, and I will ...... for him I apologize to you on his behalf. I don't expect you to let go of your suspicion of him, but I just plan to do my best to make him change his mind and no longer be an enemy of Lord Xia after I go back. ”

"But can he listen to you? You helped us, I'm afraid he won't even be able to let you go!" Lu Xing looked a little anxious. "Daoist Jun Li has helped each other all the way, we are all extremely grateful, why don't we go back!"

Jun Li just shook his head, bowed down and said, "I'll leave here." ”

"Rongrong!" Xia Zheng couldn't care about anything anymore and shouted. "Jun Li is leaving, you-won't you come out to meet him!"

Chen Rongrong sat in the carriage, and of course he heard those conversations clearly. But the curtain didn't move, it seemed that she couldn't face such a parting, even if she knew that this day would come sooner or later. The reunion was so short, so short that she really didn't want to end.

"I won't say goodbye to Daoist Jun Li in person. Her voice was flat, and such a move made everyone a little puzzled. "Take care all the way. ”

Jun Li knew what she wanted. The weak self really couldn't help showing an unbearable expression at this moment, but Chen Rongrong's calm tone still reminded him that he must also refrain from it.

He bowed respectfully to the carriage. "Madame, take care, too. ”

Escape was hurried. If it weren't for the rapid deterioration of his injuries, he might not have had to flee so quickly, and he might really have planned to go to Meizhou for a few days.

The grass in the suburbs is growing luxuriantly, and the mountains not far away are all lovely green. It's a pity that he was very uncomfortable and his mood didn't get better at all.

There were few people on the mountain, so he walked up the slope. The dizziness in his mind became more and more frequent, and he had to sit down and rest and exercise to feel a little better, but he could also feel that his inner breath was sluggish, and he was no longer the invulnerable self. Of course, Spiegel's mental method is powerful, but at present, it is not a symptom but not a cure, and it cannot eradicate his mental disorder. There is no way to think about it, otherwise he was confused by the Gu worm at the beginning, why would Suzaku be helpless.

At this time, I remembered that I forgot to say hello to Xia Zheng, and if Shen Fengming went to the city to look for him, he must come to the suburbs to find him. God knows when he will meet Shen Fengming. If you don't happen to encounter it, the sequelae of "yin and yang translocation" don't know how long you will stay on your body.

Under the warm spring sun, he quickly became drowsy, and pinched himself several times to wake up, but it didn't take long to wake up, and he looked lethargic again. He just felt so tired. All senses become dull, not to mention the subtle perception of the surroundings like the snow mind, that is, the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, as if they are about to be lost.

- So in retrospect, it was not surprising that the sudden blow from behind hit me so easily.

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The attackers seem to have been watching him for a long time. Maybe it was out of caution, although he didn't look good, he didn't dare to do it easily. But gradually, there is a feeling that Jun Li's situation is getting worse and worse. Recalling the drama fight between him and Xie Fengde last night, he expected that Jun Liding would be injured a lot, and he was healing here. Such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - no matter whether this Taoist priest is Xia Zheng's gang or Suzaku's gang, he has enough reasons to start.

Anyway, those are the prince's enemies.

"Qingyun Hand" Ge Chuan's kung fu is not in vain, he still remembers how he was defeated by his hands on Xianxia Ridge, and he was so humiliated when he was caught, so the sneak attack behind this palm, he had no reservations, towards his back heart, with the move "Qingyun Hand" that he became famous, he pushed it out with all his might, if there was any reservation, it could only be that he was afraid in his heart, and he didn't dare to really get close to it completely, and he had already shot a few steps away.

Jun Li didn't think about this, and when he was shocked, the palm power had arrived, and his back was forced, and he was immediately hit with a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, his body staggered forward, shouted angrily, grabbed the sword and took two steps to turn around.

My heart has sunk. He knew very well what kind of injury he had suffered - this palm was not child's play, and he was afraid that it would really kill him.

If the "Qingyun Hand" is said to be palm power, it is not exactly palm power, the action of that hand, to the final striking, the force is only in the five fingers, but not in the palm. The force is still the same force, but it comes from the five fingers, and it is more sharp and painful than the power of the palm. Therefore, in addition to the serious internal injuries, Jun Li also felt that the pain in the back of his heart and chest was as if he was penetrating, and the pain of the blood spurting out was even worse, and he was almost unstable and about to fall.

There was only that shout and the fierce eyes that became fierce when he saw Ge Chuan, which was a little scary. Ge Chuan wanted to wait for the second palm to follow, it can be seen that his expression at this time was actually a little scared, especially when Jun Li's sword was raised, he thought about the horror of his swordsmanship, and was worried that if he was dying and desperate, he was afraid that he would be bad, and he didn't dare to go further. Jun Li's mind was already a little sluggish, but walking forward so subconsciously was enough to force him to retreat step by step, so that in the end, he didn't dare to look at him, so he had to walk quickly, turn around and flee.

Jun Li wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't chase him at all, and smiled bitterly in his heart - even if Ge Chuan escaped, that move would be enough. He staggered on his feet, and the energy in his body that had been disturbed was hit by this palm again, chaotic and chaotic, causing him to spit blood one by one. It seemed as if he had lost his mind completely, and he forgot where he was, stumbling down the hillside, leaving crooked and bloody footprints on the grass.

Suddenly, there was a moment of soberness, he looked to the southwest, looked at the standing Meizhou City, and suddenly understood that this was probably the price of meeting them. Sure enough, this heaven is not willing to suffer at all, but if the price is his own death, he has no complaints at all, and even feels that he should be happy about it.

In fact, on that night more than 20 years ago, when my mother was crying at the door of Xiajiazhuang with her infant self, she should have died. It is probably lucky to have lived for more than 20 years, and everyone has paid enough price for their lives for more than 20 years.

He walked in a daze, and walked many, many walks, as if he was a little unwilling to sit down and wait for death, rather than keep walking like this. Row after line, but that's it. It wasn't until the robe was stained with blood that he finally couldn't support it anymore, and the hand holding the sword loosened, and his whole body seemed to collapse. It's over. He threw himself to the ground.

He didn't care if the ground was solid or soft grass, he just felt like he was finally going to return to the dust. It was his true self that fell, and it turned out that he really had hallucinations during the experience - in that out-of-body hallucination, he found that he had not fallen - and his body was supported by a weak body when he was about to fall.

He heard the weak man call out to him, "Brother Jun Li." ”

He almost laughed. When he was about to die, how could the last hallucination be her again? However, thinking about it at this moment, when he could put aside so many responsibilities and fears in his life, it was no one else who really remained in his heart. He didn't dare to admit it, but he had to admit that everything last night and everything at this time were not accidents or coincidences. He never forgot the first time he saw her, the way she looked back from the door of the little tavern, the feeling that he could not explain in any language he knew, as if he had suddenly found himself in a bleak world, and for a moment could be lit up.

But the more this is the case, the more he is afraid that such brightness will also be eroded by himself. He buried it all like the demon.

The time they really spend together is numbered. He didn't dare to admit that he had also thought that one day he would be able to face her without any thoughts, and take her happiness as each other's happiness. He didn't even dare to think of her, except in uncontrollable dreams. Now that I'm dying, does that mean I can finally let go of everything and feel like I'm finally daring to face you like this - that's why you're here?

But how could she, who was supposed to be the most perfect, still be so thin and so delicate? Is it also some kind of self-reproach on him, because he really wanted to be the one who could protect her all the time, but he never did—never did. And she always acted as brave as she did now—as if she could carry the weight of his whole body and soul with such slender shoulders.

Probably this is what I look like in my heart, the real you? Probably the one who gave me so much courage to face so many things, is it you who worked hard to support me? I wonder how timid I would have been in this moment of death if I hadn't known you, and what kind of terrible unknown should this dying illusion be made of?

"Thorns. He called out her name, and in the midst of that illusion, with the last of his strength, he hugged her tightly.