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I don't know when, a vial of white jade appeared in Xiao Che's hand, and it was the bottle of healing medicine that Shen Zheng left for Lao Hei yesterday.

Xiao Che stared at the white jade vial, looked at Dazhi again, and said with a smile: "We have taken other people's things, and we must return some gifts." ”

Dazhi sighed and said, "Young Master, but your return is too valuable." ”

Xiao Che shook his head slightly, he played with the white jade vial in his hand, threw it into the air, took it in his hand again, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. ”

He said lightly, as if in his eyes, this cheap healing medicine was more precious than half of his own blood.

His face grew paler and his eyelids heavier, and the dreamless sleepiness of a mountain beat him hard, and he wanted to sleep.

Before he was on the verge of falling into a coma, he did not forget to tell Dazhi: "Don't tell Lao Hei and Shen Zheng about this." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

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Shen Zheng's injuries healed quickly.

But at the same time, he also knew why he healed so quickly.

Among the medicine he drank was Xiao Che's blood.

- It was Dazhi who told him.

Xiao Che is the person Dazhi respects the most in his life, Xiao Che has done such a thing, Dazhi hopes and always feels that Shen Zheng should know.

He didn't want Shen Zheng to be grateful to his young master, he just didn't want half of the young master's blood to be lost.

He was very selfish, if it was his own blood that was shed at that time, of course he would be like Xiao Che, and he didn't want Shen Zheng to know.

But, this is the blood of his young master.

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The canopy was low, and it was raining.

The glossy rain splashed down from the edge of the hat, and the hazy water vapor obscured his black eyes, which were as sharp as knives and as cold as ice.

Holding the knife and holding his arms, he hung his head against the railing, and the invisible power Ling Ling was imminent.

In the rain waterfall, his azure robe had turned dark blue.

Lao Hei'an sat on the shallow corridor and said lightly: "Xi Fan?"

The man in the rain tilted his head slightly, slowly raised his head, and looked over with his black eyes as sharp as a cold knife from the edge of the eaves tightly pressed on his eyebrows, and said, "You killed my brother?"

Lao Hei nodded: "Yes." ”

Xi Fanyou sighed and shook his head: "Even if he is not in a thousand ways, you can just teach a lesson, but why take his life?"

Lao Hei looked up at him and said, "So you're here to reason with me?"

Xi Fan's five fingers were like iron, he clenched the Pu knife in his hand, and shouted: "Naturally not." ”

Lao Hei's eyes widened angrily: "Then what nonsense are you talking about!"

The rough shouts were as thick as dragon bells, and the rain waterfalls that were sizzling and falling on Zhou Tian seemed to tremble slightly because of this shouting.

The figure of Lao Hei An's sitting disappeared under the eaves of the corridor, and then, the shadow of the fist flew up, and the rain waterfall in the void was as chaotic as flying beads splashing jade.

"I thought that my Xi Fan was unreasonable enough, but I didn't expect that there would be someone more unreasonable than me. Xi Fan whispered silently.

Huo Ran, the arms he hugged, let go, revealing the shining blue knife.

The Pu knife slashed out in an instant, and the momentum was even more swift than lightning.

"Bell!" The piercing sound of Jin Ming resounded, and Lao Hei struck the blade of the Pu knife with his flesh hand, and the Pu knife that was quickly cut off suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he could no longer sink half a minute.

Xi Fan's black eyes under the rain froze slightly, and he immediately swept over and drew his knife, and the knife technique flew over, occasionally containing a strange and strange momentum.

"Demon Hand!"

Xi Fan's simple knife slashed out again and again, the old black god flashed, and the flesh-colored palms actually began to have a dark light flashing out, and the palms were like blades.

Lao Hei's figure swept upside down, and his palms swept between Xi Fan's blades, Xi Fan's simple knife was too fast, and cold sweat was already pouring out on Lao Hei's face.

"Whew!" another slash fell.

The old black figure flashed, the palm of his right palm was deeply sunk, and he didn't vomit, and his burly figure was worthy of passing under Xi Fan's knife.

However......

A few strands of black hair mixed with rain fell to the ground.

Xi Fan's knife missed, and the new power was not born, at this moment, the aura contained in Lao Hei's palm had already been triggered at this moment, and the dark palm wind grabbed Xi Fan's face.

Xi Fan's eyes suddenly froze, and he slashed at his chest with a horizontal knife.

Lao Hei Huo Ran withdrew his hand, and the dark palm wind suddenly stopped, and the rest of the momentum just shook the rain hat above Xi Fan's head and flew out.

Without the rain hat, Xi Fan's hair was quickly wet by the rain, condensed quickly, and stuck to his face.

In the rain waterfall, the eyes of Lao Hei and Xi Fan met together, and bright and scorching sparks appeared, sparks that could not be wet by the rain.

The black clouds were gloomy, and the twilight was silent.

However, in the courtyard, there were swords and shadows, and the bleak cold light reflected the ice-like faces of the two people.

After being silent for a long time, Xi Fan suddenly smiled happily, turned around and walked away.

Lao Hei hesitated slightly, stared at Xi Fan's back and shouted, "Aren't you trying to kill me?"

Xi Fan paused, turned his head to look at Lao Hei: "I said I was going to kill you?"

As the words fell, Xi Fanxin's long figure had gradually disappeared between the heavy gloomy rain curtains.

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Xiao Che and Shen Zheng walked out of the pavilion room, Lao Hei patted his head, and hurriedly asked, "What is he... What do you mean?"

Dazhi took a deep look at the gloomy rain curtain and sighed: "This person is much more reasonable than his younger brother Xi Ming. ”

Xiao Che nodded: "The Holy Son of the study should also have such a demeanor." ”

He looked at the rain waterfall, and his eyes fell on Lao Hei and Shen Zheng again: "What's more, Xi Ming's death is his own fault, not entirely your fault." ”

"Ahem. ”

Xiao Che suddenly coughed violently, coughed and bent down, and the original rainbow light on his coughing face gradually disappeared.

"Young Master. Dazhi shrugged and hurriedly helped Xiao Che.

Lao Hei's face was solemn and asked, "Why haven't you recovered from this illness?"

Xiao Che squeezed out a smile and said, "The old illness of my childhood will not be better in this life." ”

Shen Zheng was silent on the side, he naturally knew why Xiao Che was like this, he lost half of his blood, if he was someone else, he was afraid that he would only be able to spend his life on the couch.

Shen Zheng hung his head silently, tears seemed to flow out of his eyes, he blinked his eyes fiercely, trying his best to make the tears condense in his eyes.

Dazhi helped Xiao Che slowly back to the room, looking at Xiao Che's difficult steps and trembling body, Shen Zheng's tears wanted to burst out of his eyes.

Lao Hei scratched his head: "You ......"

Shen Zheng avoided Lao Hei's gaze and forced a smile: "It's been a long time since I've been drenched in the rain." ”

Before he could say anything, Shen Zheng had already quickly stepped into the rain waterfall.

Soon, on his face, he couldn't tell the difference between tears and rain.

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A few days later, in the afternoon, the sky was clear.

Over time, the shades of the sun become soft and calm, with an autumnal vibe.

Tonight, Shen Zheng was about to leave the study.

In the courtyard, Lao Hei said rudely: "Shen Zheng, do you really want to leave the study?"

Shen Zheng nodded, sighed and said, "Yes, the sinister nature of this turbid world is really overwhelming. ”

He originally longed for the study in his heart, thinking that the study was different from the filth of the troubled times, but after becoming a disciple of the study, he realized that it was impossible to achieve absolute clarity anywhere.

Xiao Che stared at the sky in the distance, and suddenly said, "But there is no place that is truly dark. ”

He looked back at Lao Hei and Shen Zheng, and said with a smile, "Isn't it?"

The three of them glanced at each other, smiled knowingly, and tacitly agreed.

There is no absolute darkness in the world, the starlight is wandering, the moonlight is still the same, no matter who it is, you can always see a glimmer of light in a corner, even the darkest corner.

If there is no light, how can there be darkness?

It is precisely because of the light that the darkness is particularly terrifying.

But if there is really no light, then what is so terrible about darkness?

The question is how a person can maintain a yearning for light when he is in the dark.

After being silent for a long time, Xiao Che suddenly asked, "What are you going to do after you go back?"

Shen Zheng smiled: "Woodcutter." ”

Lao Hei said, "Don't you feel lonely like that?"

Shen Zheng smiled and shook his head: "At least, the woodcutter asked the tree for the handle of the axe, and the tree gave it to him." ”

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The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds are four.

Soon, the time came to separate.

"Xiao Che, old black, take your leave. Shen Zheng smiled.

When the words fell, he simply left, without the slightest delay, because he knew that the delay would only be exchanged for more pain and reluctance.

Xiao Che stood in place like a rock from Mount Tai, his clear eyes saw Shen Zheng go a long distance, looking at his back, thinking about his experience, he suddenly felt pity, and only felt pain in his heart.

He was thinking, what would happen if Shen Zheng had never met and didn't make a friend like Xi Ming?

And what if Xi Ming is also as reasonable as his brother Xi Fan?

Or, what if Shen Zheng has a little more relief in the turbid world?

You can make the wrong choice and take the wrong path, but you can't make the wrong friends, because you at least know how you died, but not the latter.

Xiao Che's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered gloomily: "Xi Ming is dead, and at the same time, Shen Zheng's future has been ruined, but maybe this is the last good thing Xi Ming did." ”

The turbidity world destroys people.

Is it that one day, the vast land of the Holy Continent will become a little wiser.

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