Li Wei carried Lu Yan in one hand and Li Yun in the other, and fled under the nose of Dongfang Yingming, leaving only corpses all over the ground, rivers of blood, and Dongfang Yingming with a sad face.

Let's talk about this, Dongfang Yingming brought more than 1,000 Yu Lin Wei to encircle and suppress everyone in the Lu family and the Li family, the momentum was violent, and now only Dongfang Yingming, who was seriously injured, and Yu Lin Wei 1,000 died.

Dongfang Yingming shook his head painfully, there was no result, this time, the soldiers were lost, and the goal has not been achieved, it is really a painful task.

..........

Time seemed to be sick, a tepid sneeze, even the weather was infected, and it rained a lot in the sky, as if confirming Lu Yan's mood, Lu Yan only felt as if he was dead, he didn't have any strength in his body, and the desire to survive made him slowly raise his slightly heavy eyelids, and the scene in front of him was a quaint stone house, but even if this quaint stone house made the roadshow's face change greatly, because this was actually the place where he learned his art, Qilin Mountain!

Lu Yan's master disappeared mysteriously after he finished his studies and went down the mountain, no New Year's holiday, Lu Yan wanted to send something to the master to climb Qilin Mountain, and then found that there was no one in this place at all, if there were not a few stone houses, he would feel that the so-called master had never appeared here, but his martial arts could not deceive him, and he did stay in Qilin Mountain for 3 years to learn art, these are all facts, but his master does not know where to go, as if he has never appeared.

The phoenix wears a peony depicted on a blue brick white wall

Xifu Wantang is full of blood-colored remnant sun

The wanderer in the distance hummed quietly

Who smells the dark fragrance in the wind

How to return to your hometown in the twilight

The old home time is still in the middle of the thoughts

Hands on the red line who expects

Who is scavenging in memory?

The gentleman and villain are always thinking about it

Origin, fate, extinction, but how to write full of death

If life is just like a dream

Midnight forks in the road who wander sadly

Waking up and dreaming back is only a moment to pass

The past and the future will be a yellow sorghum

But at the moment, I have you by my side

Ten years of old dreams are far away, so what's the matter

The green silk knotted hair is the same as the pillow seat, but it is difficult to grow old

I haven't heard of the king's heart, how can I know that the world is unpredictable

Red lotus blooms and is warm swaddling

Who's listening to the black and white ballads

Fingertips flowed with the inky signs of life

The picture freezes the soul of the old man and smiles

The pointer overlaps the chaos of time and space

Who else looks back at their youth! It's a pity that things have long been different.

waited for spring and summer, and the loneliness sprouted in the depths of acacia;

lit cinnabar, and wiped the young with the lamp;

Peach blossoms are planted, and the red dust under the moon before the flowers is elegant;

Dressed in a wedding veil, with white hair in foam and green silk;

Across the world, love poems are sent to care;

took off the armor, and the pastoral house had a cup of tea;

drunk sunset, small bridges and flowing water and fog shadow people's homes;

Xu Shaohua, the ends of the earth are eternal and priceless.

Lu Yan's eyes showed a look of nostalgia, here, after all, is the place where he learns art, pure and elegant, refreshing.

At this time, a voice came: "Yo, wake up." Lu Yan looked up and saw that it was Li Wei, and only then did he return to reality, his father and Li Yun's father were dead, the Lu family and the Li family were destroyed by Dongfang Yingming, and nothing else was remembered.

"Li Yun, that guy, what about the other stone house, you are better than him, his injuries are not as serious as yours, but you woke up before him. Li Wei sat down and said with a smile.

"Qilin Mountain here, how do you know here. Lu Yan's eyes were fixed on Li Wei.

"Oh, you said here, let me tell you this, I'm your senior brother. But because the master asked me to choose the Bagua Whip, Wei Tuozhang, one of the Tiyun Zong, I chose the Tiyun Zong, and the result was really powerful, but there was no martial arts, so one day I couldn't help it, so I went to steal Wei Tuo Palm and Bagua Whip, and I stole Wei Tuo Palm, but the Bagua Whip only stole one page, and it was also the last page, and then the master found out, and I was expelled from the division. Li Wei said casually.

"But to be honest, it's a place of leisure, a breeze, and an elegant environment, which is really refreshing, and if I hadn't been expelled from the school, I would have really wanted to stay here for the rest of my life." Speaking of which. Li Wei's expression was a little nostalgic and a little sad.

Tears in poetry.

One is acacia. Su Shi's small window, dressing up, looked at each other without words, only a thousand tears. Fan Zhongyan's bright moon building is high and resting alone, and the wine enters the bowels of sorrow, turning into lovesick tears.

The second is parting. Liu Yong's hands looked at each other with teary eyes, and he was speechless. Cen Shen's hometown looks east of the long road, and the two-sleeved dragon bell is not dry. Wang Bo's inaction is on the wrong path, and his children are stained with scarves.

The third is grief. Du Fu's feelings splashed with tears, and he hated other birds. Die before leaving the school, often making heroes cry. Li Qingzhao's things are people who have nothing to do, and tears flow first when they want to speak.

Fourth, sadness. Chen Ziang's longing for heaven and earth was lonely and weeping. Zhang's return to Jun Mingzhu was in tears, hating to meet when he was not married. Who cried the most in Bai Juyi's seat, Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt was wet.

Fifth, joy. Du Fu's sword suddenly spread to collect Jibei, and he was full of tears when he heard it for the first time.

"Then do you know where Master is? I've been here several times but I haven't found Master. Lu Yan said eagerly, in his heart, Master is his only relative.

"The lights are flickering and the wind is blowing

It's autumn outside the house

Mr. Teachings

Urge me to go around in circles

Turning into rain and smoke

Leaves fall to the pavement

Mr. is in the former residence

There are no tombstones

Holding a book

Over and over again in the night

I wanted to come back and ask for Master's forgiveness two months after I was expelled from the school, but he was gone, and it was still all dust, and it didn't look like someone had lived there at all. Li Wei said suspiciously.

"The cold wind blows the fragrance of plum blossoms, causing homesickness.

Poor Chanjuan is empty and complacent, adding to the thoughts of the former residence building.

The shadow is alone under the neon lights, and the prosperity of Kyoto is indescribable.

In Beijing, the three treasures gather, and think about the fireworks of the former residence. There is no difference between here and my home, since I was a child, I have no father and mother, I was raised by the master, and I betrayed him, what a beast. Li Wei said with some pain.

"The shadows are mottled

The cicadas chirped silently

The gray walls are splashed dark red

Jin Ge Iron Horse Battle

The lonely soul of the gun section is gone

Slim and dissipated

The grass and trees in the hometown are withered

The resentment is hissing

A nose summons the soul and sings a lamentation

Lonely spirits wander and haunt ghosts

Mourning weeps and tears burns the dust

Haunting the former home

The fire dragon sings goodbye

The ghost fire is not to be separated

The grass and trees are withered and scattered

The wolf is gone

The night rain is cold

Thin clothes rub old clothes

The grass and trees in the hometown are withered

The resentment is hissing

A nose summons the soul and sings a lamentation

Lonely spirits wander and haunt ghosts

Mourning weeps and tears burns the dust

Haunting the former home

The shadow of the flower is sparse, and the dark fragrance is broken

Yellow leaves scattered ground rot lice devour

The wilderness is rustling, and the wind is raging

The old thing is gone

The martyr forgets the wound and the Qiang flute is leisurely

There is little silence and the spring breeze is forgotten

The rotten wood hangs down and the yellow sand rises

Miaomiao's sunset and heaven and earth are combined

There is a father and a mother. It's better to live without a father or mother, and live freely, and you don't have to be as miserable as I am now. Li Yan said bitterly at the corner of her mouth.

At this time, it was raining outside, and Li Wei said a little frantically: "Who is the one who says that heaven and earth are unkind? If heaven and earth are not benevolent, how can you be born in the heart of heaven and earth who are unkind." It is unkind to look at heaven and earth."

"Who is the one who says that it is necessary to extinguish feelings, and if the feelings are extinguished, and the thoughts are exhausted, then what is left at the end of this way?"

"I cultivate demons, I don't hate heaven and earth, I just want to break the prison and keep the warmth behind me, I kill people, not for wealth, just for the love of a thought, I don't kill for the grace of a meal, not because of my goodness. I slaughter, not because I am evil, there is always too much helplessness in this world"

"I thought I had no father and no mother, which is ridiculous! If I had no mother, a thousand years ago, I should have killed every drop of blood in my body, and I couldn't find her."

"It's not that duckweed doesn't want to take root, mayflies just can't do anything"

"You don't know the blessings in the midst of blessings, but do you know the sufferings of those of us who have no father and no mother?"

Hearing Li Wei's words, Lu Yan gritted his teeth slightly, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood flowed.

"I'm sorry"

For a long time, the rain did not stop