In the hall, after Lu Manchen cried for a long time, he picked up Lu Xueqing and walked out, leaving Ouyang Po sitting on the ground in a daze. Li Qiulian persuaded: "Don't be sad, what's the use of regretting now, and then make amends to him when the snow falls?"

Zhang Xiaoman wiped his tears and said, "That's it, let's wait until we find him, and then work together as a family to make amends to others, after all, we are the indirect murderers who caused his martial arts to be abolished!"

Ouyang Po looked at the ground blankly, and after a long time, he raised his head and said, "But..." ”

Li Qiulian said: "But what?"

"But Xueluo is already dead," Ouyang Potong said with red eyes.

Li Qiulian exclaimed, "What? What did you say? Are you dead? Didn't you say that Xueluo was taken away for treatment?"

Ouyang Po laughed miserably, "We are just lying to my sister, I am afraid that my sister will not be able to accept the blow after Xueluo dies, don't you notice that your cousin has completely changed during this time? That's because Xueluo is dead!"

"This, this, this..." Li Qiulian was speechless in a daze. Ouyang Po laughed miserably.."Xueluo was killed by me, killed with my own hands, blame me for not explaining the matter to my cousin at the time, but the dead testimony that Xueluo is the murderer, hehe... Ha ha.... Ouyang Po laughed, but it was a sad smile. Then Ouyang Po got up and walked out, leaving behind the two women in the hall who were looking at each other.

Lu Xueqing woke up, lying on the bed like a dead person, not crying, not crying, just looking at the top in a daze.

At the door of the room, Ouyang Po took his knife and knelt at the door, looking at Lu Xueqing on the bed in the inner room. Lu Manchen stood beside him silently. Ouyang Podao: "I hurt Xueluo, I deserve to die, I'm sorry for you, today I broke a hand to give Xueluo an explanation to you." ”

As he spoke, he slashed at his other hand with a knife. Lu Manchen hurriedly snatched the knife in his hand and said: "The person is dead, what's the use of you cutting off your own hands here? Even if you commit suicide, it's meaningless, why don't I want to give Xueluo an explanation when I die? But I didn't do it like you, I will take the sword left by Xueluo to continue to kill those demons and kill those evil people in this martial arts, I will let Xueluo be by my side all my life, and let Xueluo live forever." ”

After hearing this, Ouyang Po slammed his head on the ground, banged on the ground and cried, "But I'm the murderer who killed him? I'm really damned, if I hadn't made it clear, Xueluo wouldn't have died today?" I'm sorry Xueluo, I'm sorry for you!" Then I went to snatch the knife back.

Lu Manchen pushed his body, took a step back and said, "Since I'm sorry, then you have to give me a good life, even if it's to atone for my sins, if you don't kill enough hundred evil people in this life, don't think about dying." ”

Ouyang Po thought for a long time and shouted, "Okay, then I won't die, I will definitely not die, kill enough of a hundred great evil people? ”

Lu Manchen said coldly: "Then whatever you want, you can't die anyway." ”

Ouyang Po muttered: "Yes, I can't die, I must not die." Then he snatched his knife from Lu Manchen's hand and turned to leave.

Watching Ouyang Po leave, Lu Manchen walked into Lu Xueqing's room, stood in front of the bed, looked at Lu Xueqing and said, "Sister, if you want to open a little, people can't be resurrected after death, this is a sentence that Xueluo persuaded us before, at that time, Xueluo could save you regardless of his own life, he must also hope that you can live well, live, we have to do more things for Xueluo, otherwise I'm sorry for Xueluo." ”

Lu Xueqing lay down without blinking her eyes, and did not react, as if Lu Manchen was air. Lu Manchen sighed and said, "You think about it, right?" I'll go out first. ”

Lu Manchen left, but Lu Xueqing still lay motionless, like a dead person, but she could still breathe.

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

Hangzhou City, by the West Lake, a dirty beggar, sitting by the lake, looking at the willows by the lake, and the osmanthus tree that is blooming with osmanthus flowers, it is now September, the osmanthus has not withered, the boat rowed by, ripples in the lake, the shadow reflected in the water has been blurred, in the water in the distance, two mandarin ducks are playing in the water, full of joy.

A pair of couples walked by, admiring the West Lake at the moment, looking at the familiar scenes, the snow fell and shook his head, the scene is still the same, just a touch of osmanthus scenery, at that time, it was said that it was okay, come back in August to see the osmanthus blossoms, and now only he is still by the lake, his heart is full of bitterness,

Then he muttered: "Lovesickness, lovesickness, I don't see the Yiren clothes floating, sitting alone in the empty pavilion looking forward to the return, the double-edged sword of the rivers and lakes, I float alone, the green mountains tread, the water flows, looking for no trace, the West Lake gathers when the two know each other, and now sigh endlessly, what year is it to, looking at the white head, has become frost, where is the return date"

This is a word I heard by the lake when I was rowing with Lu Xueqing, the words of a song sung by the scholar, Xueluo couldn't sing it, only whispered softly: "Who said that lovesickness is bitter?

When Xueluo first arrived in Hangzhou, he went to the ruins of the Moon Lake Villa to live overnight, because there are memories of his first New Year, there are memories of his own New Year with them, here is his own beginning, will also be the end, the fireworks are really brilliant, but the beauty is only short-lived, the brilliance does not shine on the world forever, there will be darkness.

He threw away the willow branch in his hand and threw it into the lake, and the snow fell and got up and left. Xueluo's injury was not healed, he ran away after being hit hard, passed out, there was no medication, and Xueluo didn't think about treatment, so he dragged his disabled body here, and after coughing twice, Xueluo stepped in another direction again.

On the mountain road of Laurel Peak, it is difficult for Xueluo to walk here, and it is indeed difficult for the seriously injured body to climb Laurel Peak, but Xueluo insists, even if it is climbing, it must climb up.

Passers-by were surprised to see this beggar actually come to climb the mountain, and discussed whether this person was nervous or not. Xueluo ignored them, and walked forward on his own, resting when he was tired, and going on the road when he had rested enough.

In front of the waterfall, Xue Luo put his clothes in the water a few times, and then washed the dirt from his body, and also found a kind of grass blade, which is a foam to wash the hair.

Looking around, it seems to be yesterday's scene, the snow fell for a while, on the stone, the two chatted until they forgot the time, in this water, they were splashed wet,

Over there, it was her barefoot hip-hop playing with water and splashing herself, and Xueluo remembered it very clearly. After washing for more than half an hour, Xueluo came out of the water, although he was soaked, but there was no dirt left, revealing Xueluo's emaciated face and sloppy beard. In addition to the tattered clothes on his body, Xueluo has been much cleaner, the grass clippings on his head are gone, and the soaked hair is hanging down around his head.

After shaking the water droplets on his body, the snow fell and continued to walk forward, and after a while, he arrived in front of the Yuelao Temple.

Looking at the three words of Yuelao Temple, Xueluo's eyes were hazy for a while, and he came here again after a few months, but he was no longer himself. Ignoring the strange gazes of others, Xue Luo walked in, as when he first came, walked around the Yuelao Temple according to the previous scene, and watched others unsign to the old man, and watched others write each other's names on the bamboo chips.

Walking in front of the laurel tree, Xueluo looked up at the dazzling bamboo pieces and red ropes hanging on the tree, his thoughts wandered for a while, and then he searched, looking for the bamboo pieces that he hung up.

Soon, Xueluo found the blank piece of bamboo, and the piece of bamboo hanging next to it was the piece of bamboo that said Xueluo. At that time, after Lu Xueqing hung up, she didn't look at the bamboo pieces hanging on the snow, so Lu Xueqing didn't know.

After staring at it for a long time, Xueluo found a stick, then picked up the blank piece of bamboo, and walked back to the writing table with the piece of bamboo.

Xueluo picked up the brush, lit a little red cinnabar, and then trembled his hands and wrote three words on the bamboo piece (Lu Xueqing........