"Who is your sister!" Chu Qing'an gritted his teeth, as if he really regarded Zhu Qingqiu as his enemy, using wood as a sword, and stabbing him into the vital point. Chu Qing'an has experienced too much in the past few days, life and death, life and death, the rivers and lakes are far more sinister than she had imagined, and these ups and downs are what she can bear as an eighteen-year-old girl?

In these days, Chu Qing'an only carried all the resentment, hatred, grief, regret, and regret alone, and the knife snow guest was not around, and no one could tell. finally reunited the two, and it was difficult to have a moment of alone time for the two to talk about recent events, only dangers arose and crises continued. Chu Qing'an's heart was already full of holes, but no one noticed it, she only hid her heart, silently shed blood and tears, and no one cared about her.

The dearest and most beloved father died, and the elder brother who grew up together became the biggest scourge of the rivers and lakes, the life and death of the people who love each other are uncertain, and the Lijiang wine like a mother and teacher has always taken care of her, but she is not a person who can make friends, and gradually those troubles are accumulated in the heart, crushing her thin shoulders and crushing her whole person, how she longs to cry, but there is no reason to cry.

Xuanyi's death made Chu Qing'an fall into deep self-blame, she began to be confused, began to wonder, and began to think about why this river and lake is not as angry as in her dreams, happy and angry, happy and revenge, but like a blunt knife to kill, people can't survive and can't die, slowly torturing your mind.

Now with this excuse, I finally ignited the negative emotions that were still pent-up in my heart, and broke out, dizzy, and lost my mind, so as to vent. Therefore, it is not Zhu Qingqiu's fault, but Chu Qing'an is young, and he should not go deep into this river and lake, and he should not get acquainted with Dao Xueke. Since giving away the leaf finder that night, Chu Qing'an's life trajectory has begun to go in a direction that she could not predict.

Even if Zhu Qingqiu doesn't use that sound and rhythm martial arts, relying on his fists and feet alone, his martial arts are much higher than Chu Qing'an's. But Chu Qing'an's mind was not clear, but she was extremely sober. Although Chu Qing'an is good at swordsmanship, he is only the skin of the Flying Flower Remnant Leaf Sword, and his life is acceptable, but his attack has many flaws. Coupled with the wooden branches that were folded casually, how could they be compared to the sword? Chu Qing'an was delirious, his swordsmanship was messy, and he seemed to be murderous, but in fact it was very easy to dodge. Therefore, Zhu Qingqiu only cared about dodging and did not fight back, also for fear of accidentally injuring Chu Qingan.

The owner and his wife were looking around in the front yard to peek, and they had heard the sound of a fight, and they were suspicious, so they peeped. I didn't want to see this scene, I thought that Zhu Qingqiu and Chu Qing'an had come all the way, but now how could they turn against each other? However, he was afraid in his heart, and he didn't dare to come forward to persuade him, so he had to go back to the house, worship the heavens and the earth, and pray that the gods who passed by would bless them.

The two were fighting back and forth, and there was another sound in the house. It turned out that the Lijiang wine was calming down and pouring the true qi into the body of Dao Xueke, and it had already forced out most of the residual internal force, and the black blood flowed all over the ground, exuding bursts of pungent stench, leaving many black spots as thin as a hair on Dao Xueke's skin, which was where the internal force was discharged. Lijiang Wine has already opened up the meridians around Dao Xueke, and Dao Xueke's mind has gradually become clear, gritting his teeth, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Lijiang Wine. And the knife snowman is also sweating profusely, like plucking and washing the marrow.

But just when Lijiangjiu wanted to retract his true qi, gather his internal strength, and keep his mind, he suddenly made a "groan" in his heart, and the uneasy premonition filled his mind again, and his ears were full of the sound of fighting outside the door. His throat swelled, his brow furrowed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the back of the knife snowman.

The palm of his hand unconsciously pressed against the back of Dao Xueke, and the messy true qi shook all around, Dao Xueke spurted out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and fell under the bed, but his face was much better than before, and the scar on his arm was about to heal. Lijiangjiu opened his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed, only to feel that his mouth was dry, his heart was like a fire, he staggered to the edge of the table, and slumped on the chair, reaching for the tea.

As soon as his trembling hand touched the edge of the porcelain cup, it was extremely sore, and he leaned against the edge of the table, and his arm fell, knocking down the porcelain cup, and the tea water spilled all over the ground, and the teacup rolled off to the bone, turning into splinters all over the ground. At that moment, Lijiangjiu's eyes were chaotic, drifting away, his head full of green silk turned into shoulders full of snow, his eye sockets were sunken, his skin was sagging, and his wrinkles were dense, turning into the appearance of an old man, weak and old.

The crisp sound of a teacup falling could be heard outside the house, waking up the two girls. Although Chu Qing'an was aggressive, his moves were scattered and upset, and he wished Qingqiu to parry properly and dodge frequently, so he couldn't hold each other. Hearing the sound in the house, they looked at each other, then put aside the contradictions, left everything they said behind, and rushed into the house hand in hand.

The door opened wide and then closed. The second daughter rushed into the house, and Chu Qing'an saw at a glance the knife snowman who had fallen under the bed, and the rough stone floor had been stained dark red with black blood, which was quite dazzling. Chu Qing'an hurried to the side of the bed, raised Dao Xueke's arm and helped him to the edge of the bed and sat down, probing his snort with his fingers, seeing that his breath had been much smoother, his face had improved, and his pulse had been smoothed. Many of the wounds on his body have shown signs of healing. I was overjoyed.

was about to get up to thank Na Lijiang wine, but when he looked back, he saw that Zhu Qingqiu was standing still, his face was pale, his eyes were filled with tears, his lips were slightly open, and his body trembled. Chu Qing'an followed her gaze, and when the white-haired old man who was leaning on the table came into view, the vague connection of maternal love in Chu Qing'an instantly collapsed. got up in surprise and walked slowly towards Lijiangjiu, but he was so confused that he stumbled and tripped himself.

Zhu Qingqiu was about to help her, but she stopped her and said, "Don't come here!" Zhu Qingqiu was so shocked that he stopped his hands and feet, but he turned his head away, hid his face and cried, crying silently. And that Chu Qing'an used both hands and feet, got up in embarrassment, and rushed to the side of Lijiangjiu, and knelt at the feet of Lijiangjiu with a "plop", crying bitterly.

Although the old man was gray-haired, wrinkled, and his eyes were chaotic, he could clearly see from his appearance and clothes that it was Lijiang wine. Although the two girls didn't know the reason, they knew that Lijiangjiu was to save people, who had changed from the appearance of the twenty girls to the old man who was now in his last years. Hearing the cry of the second daughter became more and more heartbreaking, the heart was painful, and he woke up the Lijiang wine who had been sleeping for a while, tried his best, opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred.

Hearing the sound to touch Chu Qing'an's head, he touched her forehead affectionately, Chu Qing'an only felt a trace of coldness on the top of his head, and he couldn't feel the temperature of Lijiangjiu's skin. Raising his head, tears were in his eyes, and the tears hung on his crimson cheeks, and his eyebrows were full of sorrow, but he opened his mouth but could not speak, and lowered his head again, sobbing and whimpering.

Zhu Qingqiu didn't dare to look at Lijiang wine, but he had already lost his temper, his robe sleeves covered his face, and he had already soaked the white gauze clothes with crying, Qiong's nose was red, and his eyes were red and swollen. Chu Qing'an was more than enough, tears flowed endlessly, his liver and intestines were broken, his chest was painful, he was retching and coughing, as if he was going to cry out of his stomach, and his tears dried up, so he gave up.

Lijiangjiu patted Chu Qing'an's head kneeling at his feet, and could vaguely see the girl's swaying figure, struggling to open her mouth, and her voice was much older, like the wick that was about to burn out in the oil lamp, just a breeze rolled up, and then turned into smoke and dissipated: "Girl, Chu girl......" Chu Qing'an moved back half a step, and kowtowed and said: "Qing'an is in the ......" Chu Qing'an stepped forward again, "...... Qing'an listens to the teachings"

"Girl, I'm running out of oil and the lamp is dry, and I can't go back to the sky, you have to remember ......" "No!" Chu Qing'an shook his head and cried, "No! No, my predecessors practiced the secret of longevity, and I didn't grow old or die, how could I be in such a situation? No, there must be a way to cure it! We still have, we still have "Jishi Qing Bag", it must be possible, are you right, Sister Zhu?"

Chu Qing'an looked back, how much he hoped that Zhu Qingqiu could stand with her at this time and bring her the last glimmer of hope. When Zhu Qingqiu heard this, his heart was sour again, he hid his face and wept, and also knelt aside and kowtowed: "Qingqiu listens to the teachings of his predecessors......" Although Lijiangjiu could no longer distinguish the appearance of the two of them, he only relied on the last trace of vague mind and true qi to support this heavy body, and struggled to say: "I am already an empty shell...... Why ...... Why be sorrowful......"

"I'm going home...... Even though my master is still alive...... It's hard to save me......" Lijiangjiu said slowly, "This matter has already been decided, and it is beyond human power to change it...... I have lived in vain for a hundred years, and I can't see through this world, let alone you and other women, who are only twenty ......years old," and a cloudy tear slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped on the table.

The rough hand rubbed Chu Qing'an's moist cheeks, and said to her: "Girl, ......" "I'm listening...... Chu Qing'an forcibly held back the tears that were about to burst, but the tears were not dried and new tears were added, dripping on the fingertips of Lijiang wine. "If you see that Qin Wuqi again in the future...... Be sure to inform him...... I never blamed him......" "Qing'an knows. Chu Qing'an nodded emphatically and grabbed the cold and rough palm.

"One more thing...... You Jinwen is dead, you can return to the Yiye Sword Gate......."

"Yes......" Chu Qing'an's heart was like a mess at this time, although he tried hard to hear every word that Lijiang Jiu said, he couldn't listen to it in his heart, so he just nodded his head again and again.

Chu Qing'an lost her mother since she was a child, although Chu Yunshan doted on her very much, but she always lacked the kind of delicate care like a mother in her life, which Chu Yunshan couldn't give her. She couldn't remember what her mother was like, until she met Lijiang Wine, although she was quite strict with her, but she cared for her, and could always save Chu Qing from fire and water when she was in danger, even at the cost of losing her true qi. He even taught him his life's medical skills, which can be said to be both a teacher and a mother, but Lijiangjiu never agreed to accept her as an apprentice, nor did he recognize the status of master and apprentice, but just took care of Chu Qing'an in his own way.

Eighteen years of waiting to get that wisp of support, almost like a mother's love, passed through the fingers before it could be held tightly in his hands. If it is like flowing water, nothing is left.

If the spring breeze is always around, Chu Qing'an will forget that trace of sadness.

How can the spring days be short, and the wind will be exhausted, and life will be short, how can you go against the sky?

Outside the window, it was dark, as if it was going to rain again. The wind suddenly rose, drifting from nowhere, approaching late autumn, bleak wind and cold rain, full of gloom. The gust of wind slammed into the door, slamming the door open, flying sand and stones, making Chu Qingan and Zhu Qingqiu unable to open their eyes. The fallen leaves were swept up by the smoke and dust, the twigs were broken, and the sky changed abruptly. The biting cold wind was like a cold winter season, and it made people feel cold all over the body.

In fact, as early as when he fought with You Jinwen, Lijiangjiu knew that his time was short, he was old, he was already in his last years, and he fought for others repeatedly, consuming his true qi and internal strength, and even speeding up the time when the oil ran out, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly. Lijiangjiu's white hair fluttered, and he thought in his heart: If I had never met my master and had never gone up to the mountain to learn martial arts, where would I be now? Have I already turned into a low grave and been buried in loess for a long time? Could it be that I have committed some sins in my previous life, and in this life and this life, God will punish me, so he will leave me to learn martial arts from my teacher, wander the rivers and lakes, stay in this world for a hundred years, and experience the suffering of the world, before letting me go?

"God, are you here to pick me up......" Lijiangjiu said silently.

The wind hunted, whistling in his ears, Chu Qing'an only saw Lijiangjiu move his mouth, but he couldn't really hear what he said: "Senior, what did you say?" Lijiangjiu actually had the strength to sit up straight, leaned against the back of the chair, his hands fell lightly on his knees, and he looked out of the door with a smile, and two lines of turbid tears fell from between the ravines: "That's it, that's it." ”

A withered yellow leaf was also poured into the house with the wind, Lijiangjiu reached out to grab it, but failed to catch it, the last trace of strength finally dispersed, Lijiangjiu slowly closed his eyes, and left the last sentence: "Lonely and old, I also dreamed of withered souls." There is no dispute for a hundred years, and he goes to the grave of the leaves in vain. So saying, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and then the thunder rolled, and if the sound of drums came from the sky, it came closer and closer, and closer and closer.

A wisp of white hair from Jiangjiu quietly landed, and was blown away by the wind and gone with the wind. Lijiang Jiu leaned back in his chair and tilted his head away. Chu Qing'an saw that she didn't move anymore, and hurriedly probed her snort with his fingers, only to know that he had already gone immortal, the wind in his ears was endless, the sound of rain was continuous, and the heavy rain outside the door poured down from the clouds, and there seemed to be cranes chirping, shuttling through it.

The lightning took away the Lijiang wine, but it also woke up the four Dao Xueke, and saw Chu Qing'an and Zhu Qingqiu both kneeling on the ground, bowing again and again, crying silently. There was a person sitting on the chair in front of him, although he was full of white hair and shriveled and old, it was not difficult to distinguish that it was the body of Lijiang wine, and everyone was sad from it, moistening the corners of their eyes, and kneeling down together.

At this time, far away in Yiye Jianmen, Mengyao Mountain, and under the sword cliff, it was also pouring rain, and thousands of rains fell in the turbulent river, and finally converged on the ocean, and disappeared. Qin Buyu sat alone at the door of the stone cave, leaning aside, listening to the sound of the rain. Spring goes to autumn, dozens of degrees of spring and autumn have passed, and it is rare to see such a heavy rain, the thunder is rolling, and it is gradually moving away.

Qin Buyu blinked his godless eyes, hummed a nameless ballad in his mouth, held a bamboo pole in his hand, and constantly beat the ground rhythmically. Suddenly, a thunderclap burst out in the sky, and the roar was endless, and the dark clouds that had accumulated in the sky were pierced by lightning, collapsed, and turned into countless raindrops, throwing them into the boundless sea without hesitation.

The bamboo pole in Qin Buyu's hand suddenly broke and split into two, and the beating action came to an abrupt end. Weighing the half-light bamboo pole in his hand, he groped for the crack, not wanting the broken stubble to puncture the rough skin and ooze red blood. Qin Buyu let out a long sigh, his godless eyes looked at the sea, but his thoughts didn't know where to drift.

Outside the door, the majestic rain, the sound of landing, lightning and thunder, black clouds churning, as if the heavens were also crying bitterly. All the people bowed three times together and prostrated one after another. The injuries of the four Dao Xueke have all healed, but there are still some skin injuries that have not healed, but they are no longer serious. But now that Dao Xueke is unscathed, just like at the beginning, even his skills have recovered a lot, but Chu Qing'an saw it in his eyes, his mood was low, and he couldn't be happy.

Dao Xueke saw that her appearance was withered, haggard, with a sallow complexion and tears on her face. hugged her shoulders tightly and gave her a warm support. Chu Qingan raised his head and looked at Dao Xueke, forcing a smile, but it was difficult to stop the tears that were about to fall, leaning on Dao Xueke's chest and whispering: "Brother Xue, we will send our predecessors back to Mengyao Mountain...... Dao Xueke wanted to nod, but was stopped by Liu Yuanjun.

Seeing Liu Yuanjun shaking his head silently, Dao Xueke asked, "What are the arrangements for Senior Sister?" "Now the Jade Buddha and the Jade Bottle are still in the Yiye Sword Gate, and all sects and factions are also deeply involved in it, so I am afraid that it will ......" Liu Yuanjun has always been the calmest among everyone, not that she is indifferent to the death of Lijiang Wine, Lijiang Wine has had great kindness to her, how dare she forget it? It's just that how can you mistake a major event because of the death of one person? As long as the Jade Buddha and Jade Bottle are still in the hands of You Jinwen for a day, there will be no day of peace in the rivers and lakes.

Zhu Qingqiu suddenly remembered something, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then remembered what Lijiang Jiu said before, You Jinwen was dead, and there were still tears on his face but he said happily: "You Jinwen is dead!"

"You Jinwen is dead?" Everyone couldn't believe it, You Jinwen's martial arts now are thorough, everyone has seen it, and when he leaves Jiang Jiu, he is afraid that no one in the world will be able to stop him. Chu Qing'an was slightly stunned and quickly reacted, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, yes, yes, it was said by the seniors, it was from the seniors! It must have been her who killed You Jinwen!"

Only then did everyone react, but they didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, after all, most of them had already passed out before Lijiang Jiu appeared in Yiye Sword Gate. When she woke up and appeared here, most of the internal and external injuries on her body had healed, but she had returned to the west with a crane from Jiangjiu, she must have rescued everyone from You Jinwen's hands, and it was she who healed everyone's injuries, which caused her to run out of oil and dry up.