Yunhai raised his head, his face was bitter, and he sighed, "It's for my wife." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Your wife?" Yang Jueyuan said suspiciously.

Yunhai nodded, his gaze slowly swept from the snow peak, and then looked into the distance, as if something had happened somewhere beyond the frost cloud, and a look of sadness appeared on his face, "That was more than a hundred years ago, and I was still a fledgling teenager............"

The sound is like water, flowing slowly, and the story is like a song, gently rippling.

The mountain breeze blew slightly, blowing the frost and cold mist, and the sun poured out, shining the white mangs on the top of the mountain.

After Yunhai finished speaking, Yang Jueyuan was silent, and Zamao was even more sad.

The story is very simple and old-fashioned, but it is a young man who is arrogant, offends someone who should not be offended, and is found home.

After some negotiations, the person who came threatened to make only three moves, and after three moves, the previous matter was written off.

The young man vomited blood and fell to the ground under one move, unable to fight again, and his father was old and his life was about to end, and he also fainted in one move. The last move was already unbearable, seeing that the young man was about to die in the present, but he was blocked by a woman who sacrificed herself, and this woman was his wife, a wife he looked down on and looked down on.

He didn't expect him to be like this, because he made him suffer too much, too much anger, and even wanted to divorce her, because she was not worthy of being his wife, she was ordinary, and he was talented, she was mediocre, but he was handsome and extraordinary, she had no father and mother, an orphan, and he was the head of Jicangshan, the head of the future faction.

But she didn't hesitate to block the shocking blow with his petite body.

The moment she fell, he knew that her cultivation was no worse than his, but she didn't want to show off.

When she was covered in blood and leaning on his arms, he realized that she was so good-looking, but he had never seen her in front of her all these years.

When she said that she asked him to send her ashes to Dongyuan [Ziyun Mountain], he realized that her identity was so noble, but she didn't want him to be restrained.

She came to repay her kindness, and she repaid the kindness that a young man in Dongyuan gave her a steamed bun when she was hungry.

Using herself to repay the favor, no matter how bitter and difficult it was, he never regretted it, because it was her decision.

He never regretted what he decided, even if his family objected, and even expelled him from the house for this reason.

Although she was only seven years old at the time.

The enemy is gone, the father is awake, and the boy is standing up again, but the delicate body in his arms is slowly getting colder.

Her eyes were closed, and she could no longer see the clouds in the sky, even though she used to sit in the courtyard and look up at the sky.

She closed her eyes tightly, and could no longer see the green grass and red flowers in the mountains, even though she used to love to dance among the flowers and trees.

She lay quietly on the big red bed that had been stored for a long time in the summit dwelling, which they should have used when they got married, and her face was flat and peaceful, without a trace of joy, even though she had imagined countless times what it would be like to lie down and sleep.

He stayed by her side, trying everything he could, but he didn't want to lose her.

He understood her, he understood her, he understood how much she loved him, and he understood how important she was to him.

The method was obtained, it was sent by [Ziyun Mountain], but it could only save his last breath and not die completely. But it still couldn't wake her up.

Because of this, [Ziyun Mountain] can't do it.

Time flowed like this, in constant inquiries and inquiries, until now, one hundred and twenty-three years later, he got a method, which was the [Soul Snatcher Pill]. So he went to the underground palace, and he got what he wanted and got the [Soul Snatching Pill].

But he still couldn't wake her up, because there was still a lot of medicine.

A medicinal plant called 'Blood Bead Grass'.

Yang Jueyuan's gaze shifted from the top of the mountain to Yunhai's face, silently looking at this man who had been working hard for one thing for one hundred and twenty-three years.

The story is really simple and old-fashioned, but it can't be swayed, and the bloody shadow seems to be deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased.

Yunhai is pitiful and hateful, a woman who is so good to him, even at the cost of her life, he doesn't know how to cherish it, and when he repents, everything is gone, and there is no chance. So he is pitiful and hateful.

He is happy again, because there is such a woman, not for his name, his profit, his future, but for the sake of his person, but rather give up her life, so how can it not be happy?

The mountain breeze is still light, the sun is still pouring, but the three people present are silent, maybe they are immersed in the story and can't extricate themselves, or maybe they can't control themselves in remembrance, but they are really silent, the whole courtyard is moving, in addition to the cold wind and cold air, it is the hair on Yang Jueyuan and Zamao and the robes on Yunhai's body.

"You take the blood bead grass, we don't want anything, you take it and your wife goes" After a long time, maybe not long, the voice of miscellaneous hair suddenly sounded, but the usual shrill voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Jueyuan looked back at the sad hair, nodded to him, and then clasped his fists and said to Yun Hai: "Since this grass can save people's lives, then Yun Daoyou will take it, and my brothers will never do something strange to live in and rob while the fire is hot." After speaking, he handed his hand forward, holding the blood bead grass in his hand.

Yun Hai looked at Yang Jueyuan deeply, and then looked at the miscellaneous hair, his pale face showed a look of surprise, the light in Lang's eyes flashed, and after a while, the color changed again, hugged his fists in his chest, and said loudly: "The kindness of the two Taoist friends today, Yun will never forget it, if it is useful in the future, just one sentence, let the sword mountain and the sea of fire, Yun will never be disappointed." After speaking, he swore to the sky and made an oath.

Yang Jueyuan and Zamao didn't expect the sea of clouds to be like this, you must know that cultivators seek immortality by following the sky, enlightenment and eternity, this oath must not be taken lightly, otherwise if you violate the oath, you will be punished by heaven.

Since Yunhai had already sworn an oath, the two of them naturally had nothing to say, so they handed over the Blood Bead Grass to Yunhai.

Yun Hai held the blood bead grass in his hand, his face could not hide the excitement, and he was eager in his heart, as if he wanted to take it with his wife as soon as possible, so he said goodbye to Yang Jueyuan and the others, but just raised his feet and wanted to leave, he turned around and stopped, thought for a moment and said: "The two Taoist friends can go to the top of the mountain to attend the conference after lunch, as long as there is something that you like or need, just open your mouth, everything, Yun Moubao." After speaking, he patted Yang Jueyuan's shoulder, looking grateful, and then turned around and went up the mountain, his steps were fast, and he disappeared into the cold fog and frost in a blink of an eye.

Yang Jueyuan looked at the back of the distance, smiled, and said in a low voice: "It's a person who can be friends." ”

But Miscellaneous Hair pulled him and said in a depressed mood: "But what should we do?

"Didn't you say that you gave him the Blood Bead Grass, why do you regret it now?" Yang Jueyuan asked in surprise with a staring at the tiger's eyes.

Miscellaneous hair shrunk his neck, bared his teeth and said: "It's not that I regret it, if we can help him, what is a grass? But what should we do? Is it really on his account? But although he said that it was all inclusive, we can't do that, right?"

"Hahaha......" Yang Jueyuan suddenly laughed, then patted his head, and said in a deep voice: "Of course it's on his account, if you don't do this, he will be unhappy." ”

Miscellaneous hair tilted his head, shook the long beard on the side of his mouth, and the two bean eyes turned back and forth for a long time, and said suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!