Since ancient times, love has been tormented

The dying point is Wutai Mountain

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After saying that, after the white light disappeared, Murong Yan, who was not wearing a thread, lay on the disheveled He Lai, her beautiful eyes were closed and seemed to be sleeping sweetly, but He Lai screamed, not only did she arrive in a completely unfamiliar place, but Murong Yan also changed back to the appearance of a little girl.

Where is this?

The same question haunted him, but he quickly found the answer. Hearing the harassment, Murong Yan woke up and turned around, and saw that he was sleeping in the jungle with a man without the slightest wisp, and he was inexplicably ashamed, so he rewarded him with a slap without saying a word. Don't look at her young age and her strength, the corners of her mouth suddenly bleed.

"Don't you know me, it's me!" He Lai only felt that he had been greatly wronged.

"Okay, you flower thief! You actually resorted to despicable means to ruin my reputation, today, see if I don't break your body into ten thousand pieces!" Murong Yan's eyes breathed fire, ashamed and angry.

"You can see clearly, it's me!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Where did I come from? Don't you know me? You are the woman I want to marry, I am the man you want to marry, we have made vows, why, have you forgotten?"

It's good not to say this, but when Murong Yan heard this, she added fuel to the fire: "Full of nonsense! I'm only ten years old, how can I ever swear a mountain alliance with you? Today, you humiliate me like this, if I don't kill you, why do you vent the hatred in my heart!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, he thought that the thirty-six plans were the best, and it was important to save his life, so he quickly took the road and fled, but after all, he loved her in his heart, and when he ran away, he intentionally or unintentionally dropped a coat. Murong Yan couldn't find clothes, so she had to put them on, but He Lai's kindness did not win her favor at all, so she broke a branch and chased after her angrily.

"Lady, I am your husband, why don't you recognize your husband?"

After hearing this, Murong Yan was even more murderous: "Okay, you are a flower thief, you dare to be so presumptuous when you are dying!"

He Lai chattered while drilling into the dense jungle: "The lady really misunderstood! Please don't be angry, okay, and listen to the husband slowly." ”

Murong Yan heard him shouting "lady" and "husband" one by one, and swore that if he didn't kill him today, he would be in vain. I made up my mind, quickened the pace of chase, and didn't care about the thorns, so I followed closely.

He saw her aggressive, knowing that if she was caught up by her today, her life would definitely be lost, and the only priority was to run first and explain the cause and effect.

Seeing that he was still screaming "lady", Murong Yan was so angry that she was bent on killing him, where did she still have the heart to listen to his explanation.

The two of them climbed one mountain after another, waded through one river after another, chased from night to dawn, and chased from day to night, not only hungry and dry, but also legs and feet soreness and weakness, in front of a temple, the two stopped five feet apart.

He Lai has lost the idea of speaking, because speaking also requires strength. However, Murong Yan still looked angry, and she looked like she would not give up if she didn't kill him.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the tribute in front of the Buddha statue. These are two pineapples, which seem to have just been put on the table, and the color is fresh and lovely. The hunger in his stomach was unbearable, and he rushed over with all his might, but he didn't bother to clean and wipe, and opened his mouth to bite.

He Lai just opened his mouth, but he couldn't help but stop. I feel very hungry, isn't Murong Yan hungry? Peeking at him, although Murong Yan standing outside the door was still glaring at him, his eyes were staring directly at the pineapple in his hand.

She must have been hungry.

He Lai threw one of the pineapples to Murong Yan, she hesitated, but after all, she didn't resist her hunger and devoured it.

"I still have it here, do you still have it?"

"Throw it over!" Murong Yan's tone was still full of anger.

He didn't think about it, so he threw the last pineapple to her. Seeing that she was eating soundly, she felt even more parched, and looked around, but there was nothing else but an empty bowl.

"Is there anything else?" This was the first time Murong Yan took the initiative to ask him, although the tone still seemed unfriendly, but the tone was obviously a little less angry than before.

"You've eaten both, and the rest is mine. He Lai turned around and hid the bowl in front of the Buddha statue in his arms.

"Bring it!" she pressed step by step, and her tone was not refused.

He Lai slowly retreated, until he retreated in front of the Buddha statue, and there was no way to retreat, and suddenly a flower in front of him, a branch against his chest.

"Okay, you flower thief, death is on the verge of death, what else do you have to say?"

In the face of her aggressiveness, He Lai suddenly smiled. This day and night of lifeless escape, he thought a lot, if he expected it was correct, it should have been crossed.

"You ruined my reputation, and you can still laugh?" Murong Yan was annoyed and ashamed, and the branch pressed against his chest, which had the intention of digging out his heart.

"Dare I ask what year it is?"

Murong Yan smiled coldly: "Listen, today is the seventh day of the seventh month of the sixth year of Shaoxing, and today next year will be your sacrifice day!"

Sure enough! After hearing this, He Lai suddenly laughed, laughed and shed tears. It was only at this time that he suddenly realized that his inadvertent move had saved Murong Yan's fate from being sealed.

"Why are you laughing?" Murong Yan felt strange, he was going to die, and he was still so happy?

How can he sigh and mumble to himself, in a hundred years of life, who has never made a big fuss in the heavenly palace, who has never had a hoop on his head, who has never fallen in love with the West Tower, who has never been lonely on the road? Happiness has been only one step away from me, but I don't know how to cherish it, and I missed you.

"Is it all done? It's time to hit the road!"

"I don't blame you for not remembering your name, because it's my fault. You forgot your oath, and I don't blame you, because it's my fault. You have forgotten the pain of seventy-two cuts I endured, I don't hate you, I am willing to save you. You forgot that I sent you blood on the seventh day of the first month of every month, I don't hate you, I really want to save you. And you, in order to save me, were willing to endure the pain of skinning, and now that I am alive, I am grateful. ”

Murong Yan was shocked, and her voice suddenly became a little trembling: "You...... How do you know what I'm dreaming about?"

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and dreams are not dreams. Today, the seventh day of the seventh month, although I can't save your father, I have saved you. Seeing that you are safe and sound, my wish has been fulfilled, and it is not a pity to die. ”

He Lai closed his eyes, stretched his arms, and looked willing to die, and an empty bowl fell from his arms with a "bang".

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he gave himself the only two pineapples, and followed his father from birth to death, He had been taken care of by others, and he never thought that this person called He Lai would rather starve himself than give her the only food, and his heart couldn't help but warm slightly.

"Who the hell are you?"

"A person who lives in your dreams. He Lai sighed and smiled bitterly.

"What happened to my father?"

He Lai told him 1510, Murong Yan stomped her feet and regretted it after hearing this, it was really unfilial to let her father take risks alone because of her own hatred.

"If you go back with me, if you lie to me, you will be cut by a thousand knives!"

"Listen to me. "He Lai is very open-minded, and when things develop beyond his control, it is better to deal with them calmly.

So, one walks in front and the other follows. He came to see that her clothes had been torn, and she was barefoot, and her feet had been cut out of the bloody holes, dense and shocking.

He Lai was distressed, chased after him, squatted down, and said: "Your feet are scratched, how can you walk, I will carry you." ”

Murong Yan snorted and replied, "If men and women don't kiss, who wants you to carry it?"

It's easy to say, but after all, the body is your own, and after walking for a while, the stones and branches keep rubbing against the wound, even if you are an iron man, you can't stand it, your pace slows down, and the distance slowly widens.

Seeing this, He Lai stopped, first lay down in the stream and poured himself into a belly of water, feeling a little better, and then squatted down again, beckoning to the back, but did not speak.

Murong Yan hesitated, after all, she couldn't stand the pain, jumped on her back, lay on his shoulder, but her mouth was unforgiving: "In addition to being lustful, you have a good heart." ”

"Thank you. ”

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Where's that? ”

"How do you know what I'm dreaming about, and what is going on with you, not like a liar?"

He Lai was about to explain, when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the jungle not far away, the blades clashed one after another, and the screams were endless, which showed the intensity of the battle.

Why was he curious, and was about to go over to have a good time, Murong Yan shouted in a low voice: "The situation is unknown, go rashly, can't you send you to death?"

He thought about it, and hurriedly hid in the dark to observe the movement according to her instructions, but he couldn't help but secretly admire her in his heart. This Murong Yan, who is only ten years old, is thoughtful, and it can be seen from what she said just now that she has a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes.

"Deputy Envoy Wang, hand over Murong Yan, and you will not die! Otherwise, this is the place where you will be buried!"

How is Situ Jiannan?!

Hearing this voice, Murong Yan's face changed.

"Don't say that I don't know where Xue'er went, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! Situ Jiannan, the alliance leader treats you like a mountain, you actually fornicated with Yan Honglie to slaughter my Central Plains martial arts, today, I want to avenge the alliance leader!"

As soon as the words fell, when he heard a soft roar, a sword light stabbed at Situ Jiannan. But I saw Situ Jiannan's body was smart, flying into the sky, elegant like a light snowflake in the sky, elegant like a fairy who gave birth to a lotus step by step, in the overwhelming sword shadow of the king's deputy envoy, sometimes moving slowly like a light cloud, sometimes turning like a whirlwind, dancing out of the clutch joys and sorrows in the sword light and sword shadow, and the two were inseparable for a while.

Murong Yan's eyes showed murderous intentions, and she was about to show up to help the deputy envoy of the king, when suddenly an unfamiliar voice said in the dark: "Murong Tianshan has been killed, but Brother Situ is here to drink and talk happily, and act so procrastinatingly, Wanyan Honglie is very dissatisfied!"

Situ Jiannan resisted while shouting: "Xishan Demon Woman, if you are ordered by the old demon of Meishan to come to see the joke, stand aside and go coolly, if you come to help me, you will not say cool words." ”

The demon woman of Xishan snorted and walked out slowly: "If it weren't for Wanyan Honglie looking for you with something important, I would care about your idle business?" Go and go, leave it to me here!"

It wasn't until this time that He Lai saw the appearance of this demon woman called Xishan clearly. She was an old woman of about sixty years old, her appearance was covered by her hair, and she looked at her appearance, her hair was long, her nails were long, her eyebrows were long, and all the hairs on her body were long, and at first glance, she looked like a wild man.

After hearing that Yan Honglie was looking for him, Situ Jiannan didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly attacked and left. The Xishan Demon Woman had words in her mouth, and suddenly stretched her arms, and there was a thunderous explosion in the sky, and dozens of martial arts heroes all bled to death.

Murong Yan was taken aback, this kind of demon art was unheard of, and if she really wanted to make a move, she was afraid that she would not be sure of victory, and she was hesitating, but He Lai suddenly became excited.

- Since this old witch is the apprentice of the old demon of Meishan, will she also have a painting? If there is one, only by snatching it can she return to modern times, if not, I am afraid that she will die of old age here. She's not a good person anyway, and she's innocent of death.

After making up his mind, he turned his eyes to his heart, whispered, and saw that the Xishan Demon Woman was about to go away, and without waiting for Murong Yan to answer, he jumped out from behind the big tree, singing a song while running to the other side, deliberately facing Murong Yan's back from the Xishan Demon Woman.

When the demon woman of Xishan saw a young man suddenly rushing out, although she was puzzled, in the spirit of "killing all the people in front of you, leaving no future trouble", she turned her palm into a claw, her arm stretched out, and before she could react, she had choked his throat.

"Who are you?"

He Lai glared, "Hehe" smirked, and grabbed the hand of the demon woman of Xishan.

"No matter who you are, you will die!" Before the words fell, at this moment, a fierce palm wind hit behind him.

The Demon Woman of Xishan has killed countless people, and this lightning-fast but deadly palm technique seems to be unmatched except for Murong Tianshan. When his mind turned sharply, he was about to fight back, but He Lai suddenly jumped up and firmly clamped the other arm of the Xishan Demon Woman with his feet, making him unable to perform his magic spells.

The immobile Xishan demon woman was furious, her body suddenly shook, and a strong force forced He Lai's chest to be sweet, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, but her hands and feet were like vices and she was unwilling to let go.

At this time, the palm is coming, the strength is coming, and the "bang" is a big shock!

The Xishan Demon Woman snorted and fell on her back, Murong Yan picked up a sword casually, and then stepped forward and cut off her head with a sword.

For He Lai, this was the first time in his life that he saw the separation of bloody corpses, and he was so frightened that he was speechless for a long time.

"Aren't you scared stupid?

"You're just scared silly! I—I'm just, thinking...... Yes, I'm thinking about life!" He Lai pouted, in order to cover up his timidity, he had the courage to step forward and kick the corpse of the demon woman of Xishan, groping for a while, but he was disappointed.

"I want to see my dad, are you going?"

"Wherever you go, I'll accompany you. ”

He Lai searched the corpse of the demon woman in Xishan for a while, but he found nothing.

- What is the Mark of the Damned, what does it look like, and where is it?

- Where is that painting?

- Am I really going to get married and have children here?

Just as he was sighing, Murong Yan urged beside him again, afraid that he would wait for the next pursuer to kill, he didn't dare to delay too much, carried her again, and ran in the direction of her fingers.

"You have a good heart and a lot of courage, if it weren't for you just now, I really don't know what to do. ”

"Thanks for the compliment. ”

"Hmm......" Murong Yan tilted her head sideways, thought for a while, suddenly touched his head, and said, "Based on your performance just now, I decided not to blame the past and make you a friend." ”

"It's an honor. ”

"You're older than me, why don't we call each other brother and sister?" I call you brother, you call me sister Yan, how about it?"

I've heard of marinated meat and fish, but I've never heard of Sister Yan, so He Lai secretly laughed, but said: "It's better to call Sister Xue'er." ”

"You know a lot about me, whatever you want. ”

The two hit it off, found an open place, and knelt down in the starry sky.

"The sky is the proof, the stars and the moon are the evidence, I Murong Yan and He Lai are brothers and sisters of the opposite sex today, they are blessed and enjoy the same hardships, if they violate their oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!"

He Laicai didn't want to have just a brother-sister relationship with her, thought about it, and said: "The sky is the proof, the stars and the moon are the evidence, how can I come to worship Murong Yan today as a brother and sister of the opposite sex, I will be blessed and enjoy the same hardships, and when I reach the day of soaring, I will definitely marry Murong Yan as my wife, if I break my oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!"

"Why are you talking nonsense?" Although Murong Yan glared at him, there was no reproach in his eyes.

He Lai looked at her fixedly, and said silently in his heart, there is only one you in this world, even if it is not the best, but I will never meet it again. You are the only limited edition in the world.

He Lai carried her on his back for a day and a night, and then he arrived at Murong Tianshan's residence, but now, corpses were everywhere and blood was dry. Murong Yan cried and shouted for her father, looking for her like crazy, but she was never found.

He Lai suddenly thought of what Murong Yan had said before, and remembered that there was a forest, and Murong Tianshan was mostly buried there by well-wishers.

After searching, sure enough, under a dead tree, there was a cracked wooden plaque with a crooked inscription: The tomb of the alliance leader Murong Tianshan Hero.

The surviving villagers nearby told the two that it was buried by a monk who passed by this morning, who claimed to be the master of the empty sky, and that the leader of the alliance had something to entrust him before he died, and if others saw the daughter of the leader of the alliance, let him go to Wutai Mountain.

Could this Master of Emptiness be the originator of Master Huitong? If I worship him as a teacher, then Master Huitong is not allowed to call me "Master Zu"?

"What's funny?" Murong Yan glared fiercely at the corner of He Lai's mouth when she saw the smile on the corner of her mouth.

"That's how it was when I thought about it!"

He Lai hurriedly defended himself and hurriedly changed the topic. What kind of thing did the Murong Alliance Master give to Master Kongkong before he died? This thing must be very important.

Murong Yan burned incense in front of the tomb, kowtowed, simply packed some bags, and then dragged He Lai straight to Wutai Mountain.