The cold moonlight slowly rose into the air, turning the night into a hazy silver-gray, and it was another starless night. With a loud roar, the dust rising from the sky was like a demon's mouth, devouring the sultry night, fear, and clenching people's hearts.

Pedestrians have already retreated far away, looking at the collapsed Taibaiju Inn in horror, the people who died under the silver needle of the moon were finally sinking with the mountains and rivers, and the living people were glad and puzzled at a loss, the proprietress of the Taibaiju Inn was actually a femme fatale who killed people without blinking.

After a long time, the dust of the collapsed Taibaiju Inn finally stopped, and when I looked at it, it was broken and ruined, full of devastation, and it was terrifyingly quiet, how could I still see the figures of the two battles.

The down-and-out scholar pulled Qishuang Qilu to turn east and west, and walked out of Gusu Town around the alley. The sound of the quiet roadworms was clear, and the light of the moon fell on the trees, sprinkling mottled colors, and sporadically hanging on the trees like broken strips.

The song of insects and birds sounded among the wild flowers and weeds, the mud of the trail was slightly slippery, looking up, through the bright moonlight, you could vaguely see a broken mud house in the mountain forest, half of the wall had collapsed, and the green gray tiles on the roof had also fallen a lot, the wall was not sheltered from the wind, and the tiles did not block the rain.

The down-and-out scholar was obviously familiar with this place, and in less than half an hour, he had already dragged Qishuang Qilu to this ruined earthen house.

There was some hay on the ground and a pile of burnt soot. The beams and columns of the wall are covered with cobwebs. The few furnishings in the room were covered with a thick layer of dust. After entering the room, the down-and-out scholar let go of the hands that were holding Qishuang and Qilu. I didn't see him look back, he squatted down, untied the burden and the wooden pole from his back, put some dry firewood on the ground, and made a finger on his right hand, and a red light suddenly burst out between his middle fingers, igniting the wood.

"Sit!"

The lit bonfire reflected his face, shining on his miserable green stubble, with a scruffy green silk canopy on top of his head, and he leaned back, sat down on the haystack, and moved his gaze to the face of the second daughter, whose face was stained with tears.

The second daughter sobbed in her voice, overwhelmed with grief, and still read a sentence in her mouth: "Childe, save Childe!"

Although they and Yang Jingyu have a master-servant relationship, Yang Jingyu treats them like his own sister, cares about them and loves them. They don't want to see Yang Jingyu die in the hands of the moon like this.

The second daughter glanced at the down-and-out scholar, her eyes were full of determination, and she picked up her sword and flew out of the door. Who knew that the speed of this down-and-out scholar was even faster, and at the moment when the two of them stepped out of the door, he was like a ghostly shadow, raised his hand and stopped in front of the two, and said expressionlessly: "He is dead, and it is useless for you to go!"

Qishuang's face was cold, if it weren't for this down-and-out book to restrain them, how could she watch Yang Jingyu die in the hands of the moon.

Zheng!

The sword was unsheathed, a gust of wind swept under Qishuang's feet, and the sword in his hand shone coldly under the moon, and he killed the down-and-out scholar mercilessly.

The down-and-out scholar shook his head, sighed slightly, and raised his hand slightly, and the aura around him gathered between his fingers for a while. I saw him flick his fingers in the air, and hit the tip of Qishuang's sword with a cold light, Qishuang suddenly felt that his sword seemed to hit a big mountain, his pupils suddenly contracted in an instant, and he stepped back, his entire right arm was shocked and numb, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the sword fell on the stone on the ground, making a crisp impact sound.

"Who the hell are you?"

Qishuang covered her right arm and looked at this down-and-out scholar in her thirties with vigilance. This person's strength is too strong, she can't even resist a move.

"Ethereal Pavilion, Xu Changsheng, I've seen two girls!"

The down-and-out scholar lightly arched his hand, his face was kind, and he said with a smile: "I traveled here in the lower clouds, and I heard about the chaos of the moon charm in Gusu Town, and I was curious, so I turned into a scholar and secretly visited quietly. ”

Qishuang's face changed, her pupils widened and she looked at Xu Changsheng, and said in surprise: "Ethereal Pavilion Xu Changsheng, following the death of the Forgotten Dust Sword Venerable, the first young Tianjiao in Kyushu in a hundred years?"

"Don't dare to be, if you stand in the next year, it's nothing compared to your son-in-law. Jiuzhongmen Wu Lao Dao has always wanted to take him under the door, it can be seen that your son-in-law Huigen is outstanding, but it's a pity that he will fall in this small Gusu Town. ”

Xu Changsheng shook his head with pity, walked into the dilapidated house alone, sat on the haystack, facing the bonfire of Wangwang, his deep eyes were like a calm sea, and he couldn't see a trace of emotion.

Qilu picked up the sword on the ground and handed it to Qishuang. The two exchanged glances, then walked into the dilapidated house, knelt down straight towards Xu Changsheng, and begged: "The son died in the hands of Du Shi Niang, and it is impossible for the two of us to go back alive." also asked Xu Shaoxia to help the little girl avenge her son's hatred, and the little girl was grateful!"

Xu Changsheng glanced sideways slightly, a hint of evil smile appeared on his face, he glanced at the slender figure and beautiful face of the second daughter, and said lightly: "Then make a promise with your body!"

Qishuang Qilu's face stiffened, and she glanced at the sloppy Xu Changsheng, and couldn't help but feel disgusted, what is the first day of the righteous path in Kyushu in a hundred years, I can't imagine that my heart is so disgusting.

"I'm looking at the wrong person, sister, let's go!" Qishuang stood up with a gloomy face and took Qilu's hand.

Qilu pushed away Qishuang, shook her head vigorously, tears flowed in her eyes, and cried: "Sister, if it wasn't for Gongzi who saved our lives, we would have died twenty years ago, I won't leave, as long as Xu Shaoxia can help me kill Du Shi Niang, I ...... I do. Sister, let's go, Childe is reasonable, there is no better man like him in the world, he will forgive you!"

Qishuang's body was stunned suddenly, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Qilu, faintly there were water waves, she threw the sword in her hand on the ground, and knelt in front of Xu Changsheng again: "Xu Shaoxia, as long as you avenge your son and let your sister go, I will be your person!"

Xu Changsheng laughed, looking at Qishuang's reluctant expression, he felt very happy in his heart, but his head shook slowly, pointing at Qilu and said in a deep voice: "She, I want it too, you and me, you can't talk about conditions!"

Lonely as the moon and lonely as a lotus, facing the boundless silence, Qilu wiped her eyes and covered her hands with what Qishuang wanted to say.

She knew that in order to avenge Childe, she had to send herself out, even if she repaid Childe for his twenty years of parenting.

......

The lonely moon is lonely, and the light is deep and the moon is shallow.

A lamp. The light shone on Yang Jingyu, and he only felt that the lamp seemed to be rotating in front of his eyes. He tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes and get used to the harsh light, but found that he couldn't move his hands and feet at all. He had a splitting headache, and his throat felt like it was burning with fire. He closed his eyes and opened them again, the light still flickering before his eyes. He wanted to speak, so he swallowed his saliva, but he felt that he couldn't swallow, not because of the burning pain in his throat, but because of a needle stuck in his chest, which made him almost unable to breathe.

The dry lips were peeled, the blood at the corners of the mouth had scabbed, and there was no trace of blood left on the pale face. His unkempt hair had spread out and covered his face, and there was a trace of hair in his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to spit it out, just opened his eyes as much as he could, and saw the night behind the light.

It was a rotten stool. His feet were spread and his back was leaning against a hard wall. It's cold, it's too cold here! A cold air, coming from nowhere, all around, almost froze his body.

The snow-capped mountains of Yaochi are not necessarily so cold, where is this?

His eyes moved to the corner of his eye, he couldn't see anything, and there was a faint stench from the tip of his nose, which was ugly, like the smell of rotting corpses, and it was not as simple as a few corpses rotting.

Frost Lu'er, he wanted to call their names, but he couldn't feel their presence with all his senses of smell.

He was finally deflated, in this dark day, all around him was like a bone-eating cold, only a light slightly dispelled the coldness on his face, and his body was about to freeze.

"Roar!"

A roar of a beast like a dolphin shattered the quiet and dark world. The sound of chains mopping the floor was getting closer and closer to him. It was as if a huge beast had exhaled and blown out the lamp. He could see it clearly, and when the corduroy red went out, it was a tall, bloated shadow.

He closed his eyes again, and opened them again, and in the darkness of the night, a pair of lantern-like eyes were looking at him, glowing with a faint and strange red light.

The sound of the chain grew louder and louder, and it got closer and closer to him.

It's grumpy and eager. But when he was three meters closer to Yang Jingyu, his limbs seemed to be restrained by the iron chains of ten thousand catties, and he couldn't get any closer. It was three meters away now, staring at Yang Jingyu, constantly roaring and exhaling.

It stinks, Yang Jingyu's eyes are rolling tiredly, but his body can't lift any strength. He thought about dodging, thinking about Frost Lu'er, and he was suddenly very afraid, a fear that he had never felt before, a deep fear that death could not remedy.

It's cold, especially cold!

"Frost Lu'er!"

He finally called out their names, but he couldn't bear the pain in his brain anymore and fainted.

When he woke up again, he struggled to open his eyes, and the light in front of him was on again, but he couldn't see clearly. The lamp seemed to turn into an infinite number of lamps, and it became countless in front of his half-closed and half-open eyes. His limbs had been completely frozen, his handsome face was covered with frost, he was very thirsty, very hungry, he was dying, and his rapid breathing was afraid that he would not be able to support him to continue to live.

He wants to close his eyes and end his ridiculous life without revenge.

But Li Wangchen suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was carrying the Qingfeng sword, wearing a set of white shirts embroidered on his chest, his hair was curled, and a smile like Sanchunhui appeared on his handsome face, he sipped wine heartily, drank it in a big gulp, and wiped his mouth with his sleeves magnificently. He looked at himself, grinned, and handed over the flask in his hand with a sincere face.

I have to drink, hand it to you to drink, you are my brother!

You say that the mountains and seas can be flat, you say that the rivers and mountains are instantaneous, you say that the heart is short-lived, and you say when the spring flowers and autumn moon are coming. The trees of Cangshan are verdant, and the blue waves of Cangshan have spread to the azaleas, how long has he been dead?

"Drink?" he asked with a smile.

"Drink-" Yang Jingyu was speechless and couldn't raise his hand.

He saw Li Wangchen's smile and paused, as if the sky was cold in March. The sky was covered with clouds, and a strong wind blew on the ground, and the goose feathers and snow fell, and it was very big and urgent. is like Yang Mian in the sky, which went down to Yang Jingyu's heart.

It's so cold, Yang Jingyu has never felt such a temperature again, it is Li Wangchen's suddenly hideous face, and it is the sin he owes.

He pulled out the Qingfeng Sword and stabbed it into Yang Jingyu's chest.

"It's my Yang family who owes you the Li family...... Brother Li, I don't like wine, but when I meet you, I want to drink Gu with you! But I can't lift my hand...... Like, can't resolve the hatred between us......"

Li Wangchen smiled, he still smiled very good-looking, singing on horseback, wanton rivers and lakes, what else could he not let go.