Wen Ren Luoxue held the short knife with a little trembling hands, and although his hands were trembling, he quickly pressed the tip of the knife against his chest.

Whew——

The dagger had already sunk into the chest of the man who heard the snowfall.

"I died, but I didn't lose. He fluttered his eyelashes slightly, raised his eyes to look at Wei Qing and smiled, not forgetting to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Ling and Ren Ziyu also restrained their expressions, and looked at Wei Qing with extremely serious expressions and smiled.

Wei Qingxiao took out an old-looking booklet from his arms and raised it in front of Wenren Luoxue: "You mean it?"

Hearing the falling snow, the corners of his lips were hooked, he believed that no one could resist the temptation of Lechuan Zhi, Chu Zhongyue couldn't, Chu Xiuyi couldn't, Ye Jinyi couldn't, and Wei Qing couldn't smile at this moment.

"No, you lost. As soon as Wei Qing's words fell, the book of Lethe Chronicles also fell from his hand, and with it, the candle in front of the coffin fell.

At his feet was the brazier in which the paper money was burned, and the old booklet fell impartially, and was lit by the candle that followed, burning at a rate visible to the naked eye, and finally reduced to ashes.

The firelight reflected on the snow-white hair of the smelling people, but there was a bit of magnificent beauty.

"No way. Hearing that Luo Xue hooked his lips and smiled, he stared at the pot of ashes, as if he couldn't believe that Wei Qingxiao burned this secret book like this.

"Because I'm not Chu Xiuping. Wei Qing said with a smile.

As he spoke, he subconsciously held the jade pendant on his waist.

He spent an afternoon repairing this jade pendant, even if a corner was missing from the edge, even if there was an extra scar in the middle that could not be ignored, but it could finally be faintly seen in its original appearance.

Especially the word "Linlang" in the center of the jade jue, the word is still recognizable.

If the jade is broken, it must be mended, and if it is made, it must be made up, rather than making the jade more broken and making the mistake deeper.

Fortunately, he is not Chu Xiuping, he understands this truth, and he understands that avoiding mistakes is the best way for him to make up for it at this time.

Therefore, he can't make mistakes, he can't force Ye Jinyi to appear in a wrong way, and he can't wait for Ye Jinyi with his worse and worse self.

He wanted Ye Jinyi to see a better version of himself.

"The chess player ended up losing to the gambler. Hearing the falling snow, he chuckled, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Ren Ziyu watched Wenren fall and closed his eyes, but he didn't feel the slightest relief in his heart, he raised his eyes to look at Ji Ling with a cold face, and then looked at Wei Qing who looked gloomy, and shook his head sadly.

Then he picked up the flask on the table and poured all the wine into the sandalwood burner.

Incense ash is everywhere.

"I'm leaving. Ji Ling carried the body of Wen Ren's falling snow on his shoulder, looked sideways at Wei Qing and smiled, and said, "If nothing else, we won't see each other again." ”

"What about her?" Wei Qing turned around with a smile and raised his hand to stop in front of Ji Ling, "Don't you see me again?"

"Sister Ah is seriously injured and is recuperating in a place that no one knows, and I don't know where she is. When she left, she only said that she asked you not to look for her. Ji Ling turned his head sideways to avoid Wei Qing's smiling gaze, and said in a cold tone.

Wei Qingxiao's arm was still in front of Ji Ling, and he stared at Ji Ling's eyes deadly, without the intention of letting people go.

Ji Ling didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, seeing that Wei Qing couldn't smile, he raised his lowered head and met Wei Qing's smiling gaze fearlessly: "I don't know where she is, and no one knows where she is." ”

Wei Qing smiled but did not move, and the meaning of exploration in his eyes was still obvious.

Ren Ziyu walked to the door quietly, opened the door, and then stepped aside.

Ji Ling glanced at Ren Ziyu, then carried the body of Wen Ren Xuexue around Wei Qingxiao, and raised his feet to step across the gate.

"There will be no time after that. When he staggered past Ren Ziyu, he paused and said in a low voice.

Ren Ziyu's eyes sank, and he said, "Take care." ”

Then, Ren Ziyu raised his eyes and watched Ji Ling stride down the steps, through the courtyard, and finally disappear at the gate of the Boundless Villa.

He knew that from now on, between Ji Ling and them, it would be goodbye.

Wei Qingxiao still stood there in the posture of Fang Cai, not moving.

Ren Ziyu turned around, walked behind Wei Qingxiao, hesitated for a long time, and then raised his hand and gently patted Wei Qingxiao's shoulder, and said with relief: "Big brother, when my sister recovers from her injuries, she will definitely come back." ”

"Really?" Wei Qingxiao looked sideways at Ren Ziyu and looked at Ren Ziyu with an extremely expectant look.

This kind of expectation is like the last glimmer of hope for a life-saving straw.

Ren Ziyu realized that Wei Qing had tears on his face, his heart sank, and he forced the sorrow in his heart and the heaviness of his throat, and nodded with a smile.

Finally, he managed to squeeze a word out of his throat.

"Yes. ”

Wei Qingxiao's tears fell again, but this time, Ren Ziyu saw a rare glimmer of joy in his eyes.

Three days later, Ji Ling, the young master of the Evil God Temple, announced the dissolution of the Evil God Temple, and since then there has been no Evil God Temple on the rivers and lakes.

And the Wuji Gate has indeed been destroyed as Chu Xiu said at the martial arts conference that day, because there has been no news of the Wuji Gate on the rivers and lakes.

It's just that since then, Ji Ling and the Chu brothers and sisters have never heard from each other.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes to autumn, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Ren Xiaoju of Boundless Mountain Villa fell ill in the spring of the fourth year of Ye Jinyi's disappearance, and soon died.

After that, the director of the Shaozhuang of Wujing Mountain Villa succeeded to the owner of the village, but he still did not marry a wife when the new owner was established.

"Hasn't Chu Xiu come back yet?" Lu Nian put down the medical skill in his hand, looked sideways at Rou Jia, who was tending to the flowers, and asked softly.

Roujia shook her head and said, "No." ”

"What about Miss Chu, is she still by the lake?" Lu Nian asked again.

"Hmm. Rou Jia straightened up, thought for a moment, and said, "Xu is waiting for her brother to come back by the lake." ”

Lu Nian hooked her lips, as if she didn't agree with this: "In the past three years, she has been going to the other side of the lake every day, and she hasn't been waiting for Master Chu every time." ”

Rou Jia looked sideways at Lu Nian and asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Lu Nian didn't answer, just hooked the corners of his lips, and then put his gaze back on the book in his hand.

Through the book in his hand, he seemed to see that day three years ago.

To this day, he still feels lucky, glad that he would have thought of sending a wedding gift to Ye Jinyi that day, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been able to meet the depressed Chu Xiuyi and the helpless Chu Yuntang.

At that time, Chu Xiuping's eyes were numb, like a dead man, and the young owner of Qingyue Mountain Villa who was fighting for the Crying Blood Sword in the Lu family was like two people.

At that time, Chu Xiu was holding an urn in his hand, and kept repeating a sentence in his mouth.

"You like to die in front of me so much. ”

And Chu Yuntang saw that his brother had become like this, what should he do, and he cried into tears.

Lu Nian remembered Chu Xiuping, not only remembering Chu Xiuping, but he also remembered the stories about Yu Zhanyan and Chu Xiufei circulating in the rivers and lakes. I don't know what kind of psychology it is, maybe in order to repay Ye Jinyi's kindness back then, he brought the Chu brothers and sisters back to Yulingdu.

He felt that a place of birth away from painful memories might be less painful.

In the past three years, the Chu brothers and sisters have never been out of the Royal Lingdu.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the news of the death of Xiao Jue, the director of Boundless Mountain Villa, reached here, and then, Chu Xiu left a letter and left.

There were only five words on the letter.

"It will be decided in ten days. ”

The smoke is green, and the lake is slight.

Chu Yuntang sat barefoot on the edge of the boat, still holding a fishing rod in her hand, but only this fishing rod proved that she was fishing, because her face did not show a trace of interest in fishing.

"When will my brother come back?" Xu was a little tired, she raised her arm to support her chin, and muttered to herself.

After a while, she straightened up, stared at the point where the line sank into the water, and muttered, "What about him, when is he coming?"

"You fish so insincerely, you can't catch it until night. Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded behind her, almost causing her to fall off the boat.

Chu Yuntang was stunned for a moment, and when she realized how familiar and unfamiliar this voice was, she laughed with tears in her eyes: "Don't you know that Jiang Taigong is fishing, and the one who wishes to take the bait?"

"Then I'm the fish that voluntarily took the bait?" said the man behind him.

"Your fish is too slow, it took three years to swim here. Chu Yuntang's tears couldn't stop flowing, she felt wronged, she felt too wronged.

When he left, the man clearly said that he would come to her soon, and that he would find her wherever she was.

How did she know that this man would be so stupid, after looking for so long, she felt that she was getting old.

Ji Ling looked at Chu Yuntang, who was sitting with his back to him, and watched her shoulders keep shaking because of sobbing, he couldn't help but bend down, wrapped his arms around Chu Yuntang's shoulders, and said softly: "I was afraid that Wei Qingxiao would follow me here, so I came late." Sister Sai Guifei's corpse was used to cover people's eyes, and even destroyed her own corpse at the expense of her bones, in order not to let Wei Qingxiao know about her death, I don't want her to make all this work come to naught. ”

Hearing this, Chu Yuntang's mind suddenly appeared with Chu Xiuping's desperate look when he saw Ye Jinyi die in front of him, and he only felt that sadness came from it, and he cried even more.

A question that had been haunting her for many years seemed to have an answer suddenly at this moment.

Ren's Cemetery.

Chu Xiu Fei didn't know how long he had been standing in front of Ren Xiaodu's tomb, he looked at the name of "Loving Father Ren Xiaodu" on the tombstone, and felt a little weird inexplicably.

He was not in pain, but there was a mixture of sadness and regret that had been haunting him, but it was not strong either, because he was now numb to the perception of emotion.

Birds that have been unknown all the time overhead flutter their wings and fly by.

Chu Xiu clenched the sword in his hand and turned around slowly, and with this turn, he met the eyes of a man under the eaves in the distance.

Suddenly, many complicated emotions crossed his eyes, but after this glance, his eyes finally returned to calm.

"I don't kill him. He lowered his eyes, looked at the Mercyless Sword in his hand, and muttered to himself.

Then, he used his internal force, tapped his toes over the dense branches of the cemetery, and finally rose into the air, crossed the wall of the cemetery, and was never seen again.

"Owner, don't you chase after you?" Shen Yuan saw the figure disappear into his eyes, and immediately looked sideways at Wei Qing and smiled, frowning, "It is a capital crime to break into the mountain villa cemetery without permission. ”

Wei Qing smiled and stared at the direction Chu Xiu left for a while, the killing intent in his eyes gradually subsided, and finally, he shook his head, just holding the wine jug in his hand and striding towards Ren Xiaodu's tombstone.

He didn't answer, and Shen Yuan didn't ask any more questions.

It is the season of April, and the begonia flowers in the garden are blooming just right.

Wei Qingxiao stopped in front of Ren Xiaodu's tombstone, he spilled all the wine in the pot in front of the tomb, and then sat down cross-legged, staring at the words "Ren Zi Qili" at the bottom for a long time.

His eyes trembled, and with a tone of relief, he said softly, "I won't kill him." ”

The spring breeze rose slightly, and the petals of a begonia fell on the hem of his clothes.

Wei Qing smiled at the red petals, subconsciously clenched the jade pendant on his waist, he lowered his eyes, and was silent for a long time.

In the end, he raised his head slightly, looked at the begonias in full bloom in the courtyard, and said word by word: "You, when will you come back?"