The swordsman put away the sword, representing the end of the martial arts, Jun Shaoqing turned around and walked towards the valley step by step.

"I'm willing to pay any price, but I want a diamond crystal flower," Luo Qiu pleaded with the outburst of injuries.

Jun Shaoqing stopped, looked back, and a glint crossed her bewitching eyes, "Any price?"

"Any price" Luo Qiu nodded, without hesitation.

"Stupid" snorted coldly, Jun Shaoqing walked away, and among the floating snowflakes, a faint voice came out, "Come in"

Luo Qiu followed, and behind him, only two red-dyed snow marks remained.

On the ice and snow lake with a radius of thousands of feet, Jun Shaoqing stopped, looking at the white lake, his eyes were ruthless and profound.

"This is Qianxue Lake, where the diamond crystal flower grows, you only need to plant your own blood, but whether you can produce the diamond crystal flower depends on your luck"

After the words fell, Jun Shaoqing glanced back at Luo Qiu and said coldly, "Let me witness your so-called price."

"Thank you"

Luo Qiu thanked him, returned to the carriage, and hugged the medicine concubine out, the sleeping demon girl was like a fairy who was like a fan, her knee-length hair fell on the ice, the red clothes were better than blood, and the beauty was unbearable to blaspheme.

Carefully put down the medicine concubine, the green silk was spread under him, Luo Qiu smiled gently, and then, with a slight stroke, a half-inch-long opening appeared on the index finger of his right hand, and the blood dripped down and fell into the ice and snow, and then covered the blood with snow, and waited for a while, but did not see the slightest movement.

Luo Qiu was not discouraged, turned his wheelchair, changed places, continued to plant his own blood, buried it with snow, and then waited.

Not far away, Jun Shaoqing watched all this calmly, and his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Half a month later, Luo Qiu ate the Heartbroken Grass and suppressed the injury that was about to erupt, and there was still quiet on Qianxue Lake, without any change.

Luo Qiu's right index finger was scabbed, so he changed another finger, and then, scabbed again, and then, changed another finger.

Nearly a month has passed, and the fingers of both hands have already scabbed, Luo Qiu tore open the bloody scab, and in order to prevent the wound from scabbing, he deepened the wound again.

There is still no movement on the surface of the lake, and the blood planted has not yet produced diamond crystal flowers, and Luo Qiu's life scroll has recovered much faster than ordinary people, so it doesn't seem to have much impact.

Three months later, the ten fingers scabbed over again, and the bleeding from the wound didn't seem to be so smooth.

Luo Qiu once again took the Heartbreaker Grass, suppressed the injury, tore the blood scab, and still silently planted hope.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, but now it doesn't seem to hurt.

Jun Shaoqing walked over, looked at Luo Qiu, and asked, "Who is she?"

Luo Qiu looked at the index finger of his right hand that was no longer dripping blood, his brows furrowed slightly, and he immediately tore the blood scab again, "She didn't say it, maybe it should be a friend."

In the fourth month, Luo Qiu's hair began to turn white again, not much, and there were wisps of snow under the black hair, which could only be seen when the cold wind blew.

The fingers of both hands could no longer shed blood, and it was the same for tearing open the bloody scab, Luo Qiu's hand slashed, cutting his right wrist, and finally, blood flowed down again.

The surface of the lake with a radius of thousands of feet left Luo Qiu's blood everywhere, and the desired diamond crystal flower still did not appear.

In the ninth month, Luo Qiu's vitality gradually faded, and his hair no longer turned white, but still not too much white hair, the difference was that both black and white were dyed with a touch of gray.

The effect of the broken heart grass is getting smaller and smaller, and it can last for nearly two months at first, but now, it can only last less than seven days.

"Your vitality has already begun to fade, and the possibility of planting diamond crystal flowers is not much, so let's give up" In the tenth month, Jun Shaoqing came, looked at the lake with a little red, and said lightly.

Luo Qiu smiled tiredly and didn't speak, once he thought he had realized and knew what life and death were, but when he saw Concubine Yao lying on the ground covered in blood, he realized how ignorant he was, he had never lived decently, let alone life and death.

This is one of the few cherished people in his life, and if he can't save her, he doesn't know how he will go on in the future.

A year later, Luo Qiu's blood seemed to be gone, and not a single drop of blood could be shed on his ten fingers and wrists.

The cold wind is cold, the mouth of the green frost valley, the lonely swordsman is still lying quietly, the black and white big sword hunts with the wind, on the side, the ink sword is horizontal on the sword platform, let the wind and frost blow, the sword tip occasionally has vermilion dripping, sliding to the ground, dyed red and white snow.

"Do you want to give up" Jun Shaoqing's half-closed eyes opened, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his silver eyes, and he muttered.

There is no blood to plant, and there is no hope.

Suddenly, Jun Shaoqing's body trembled violently, and his bewitching and handsome face changed for the first time.

The "madman" looked back with cold eyes, shocked.

On the Qianxue Lake, the silver light around Luo Qiu rose, the majestic vitality slowly overflowed from the heart, the long black and white hair swayed in the cold wind, and in the dazzling light, a drop of unusually red blood flew down, submerged in the snow, Luo Qiu's face turned pale in an instant, and he could no longer see a trace of blood.

This is the essence of the blood in the heart, with a drop less than a drop, Luo Qiu can survive to this day, all by virtue of the unparalleled foundation, at this moment, forcing out the blood in the heart will undoubtedly self-destruct the foundation.

"Ugh"

With a long snort, Luo Qiu's vitality dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his long hair flew and was gray.

The next moment, the cultivation of the Double Heaven of the Sea of Life quickly fell, and he returned to the realm of the First Heaven again.

There was not much broken grass left, and this time, before he could take it, Luo Qiu fainted.

Jun Shaoqing was silent, looking at Zhu Yan dripping from the ink sword, motionless.

When another month passed, the military advisor came, dusty, and still had a strong bloody aura on his body, but he was blocked by Jun Shaoqing at the mouth of the Qingshuang Valley.

The thirteen strong men behind the military advisor wanted to forcibly break through, but they were stopped by the military advisor, Cijian Heavenly Pavilion is no more terrifying than other forces, and the inheritance is terrifying, he is a military advisor, he can't think about nothing, besides, Qingshuang Valley is too weird, the stronger the cultivation, the more powerful it will be suppressed, whether it can break through or not is still two words.

The military advisor finally left bitterly, and he couldn't do anything if he couldn't see Luo Qiu.

The ink sword in the valley is still quietly in the Qingshuang Valley, like a moat, blocking the boundary between life and death, outside the valley, the world is warm and cold, in the valley, the world is cold, Luo Qiu's life and death no one knows, life is luck, death is fate.

The swordsman understands the sword, the ink sword flies up, falls into the hands of the swordsman, the world of wind and snow changes instantly, a landscape ink painting spreads, the waterfall falls, the sword blade enters the sky, and the black mountain white water is all in the artistic conception of the sword.

The amazing swordsman, composing the legend, under the waterfall, the swordsman dances, a sword crosses, the black ink crosses the waterfall, and the rushing water instantly stops.

After a while, the swordsman put away his sword, his cold eyes flashed with silver light, the landscape ink painting quickly dissipated, and the Green Frost Valley returned to its original state.

In the southwest of the Chu Dynasty, in the academy under the mountain, an apricot tree gradually withered, the branches began to break, the cold wind blew, accompanied by the few dead leaves that were left, swaying in the wind, and falling to the ground was worse than a weed.

Qingshuang Valley, in the center of Qianxue Lake, a figure sat in a wheelchair, motionless, beside him, a beautiful ice flower bloomed in the wind, the red heart of the flower was as bright as blood, in the wind and snow, the beauty was thrilling.

Two years have passed, but no one cares about this, Jun Shaoqing walked slowly, looked at the rhombic crystal flower on the lake, his expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of his hand, the rhombic crystal flower flew up and turned into a streamer and flew to the mouth of the medicine concubine not far away.

Outside the valley, there was the sound of horses' hooves, Jun Shaoqing frowned slightly, his figure flashed, and disappeared from the center of the lake.

In the Bauhinia carriage, a graceful and noble figure walked out, wearing a phoenix crown and a xia veil, with some imperceptible sadness on his beautiful face.

"I'll take him home," Lady Xi began, walking towards the valley step by step.

Jun Shaoqing's eyes shrank, only to feel that a gust of wind was blowing, and the figure in front of him had disappeared.

In the center of Qianxue Lake, Mrs. Xi looked at the figure asleep in a wheelchair, and the sadness in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

"He can only survive in the Qingshuang Valley," Jun Shaoqing walked over and said lightly.

"Thank you, he's been out for too long, it's time to go home" Mrs. Xi stroked Luo Qiu's long gray hair and said sadly.

Jun Shaoqing stopped talking, and watched Mrs. Xi take away Luo Qiu and Concubine Yao, half a month ago, when he saw the carriage that had been accompanying Luo Qiu leaving, he thought of today, the road was chosen by himself, after all, he had to go by himself, he would not interfere.

A month later, the medicine concubine was taken away from the Triumphant Mansion by an old woman, and no one went back to the medicine garden in the Xuanqi courtyard, and the huge garden was a terrible silence, only a guqin was lying on the stone table in the courtyard, regardless of the wind and rain, and never left.

It's another two years of quiet years, in the Qingshuang Valley, Jun Shaoqing left with the ink sword, there was no photo in the empty valley, only the sound of blowing snow, the blood stains in the heart of Qianxue Lake two years ago had already been submerged by the wind and snow, and there was no trace anymore.

For four whole years, there were very few directors of the Triumphant Hou Mansion, and all the battles of the dynasty seemed to have nothing to do with the Hou Mansion.

In four years, the small garden in the backyard is still full of flowers and vitality, Yinyin has lost all her memories, often wakes up and forgets yesterday cleanly, the appearance of four or five years old has never changed, a pair of beautiful big eyes are confused at most, and I can't think of anything when I think hard.

At the beginning, Luo Qiu left a drop of essence blood that Mrs. Xi did not give Yinyin to take, and it was precisely because of this that Luo Qiu was able to survive, but he only survived.

The lost vitality will not return, and the graying hair will not change again.

In the days when she woke up for more than a year, Luo Qiu was quietly guarding Yinyin a lot of the time, she laughed, he laughed, she was not happy, and he was not happy.

The role of the scroll of life is getting smaller and smaller, even if Luo Qiu is very desperate, but the sky never fulfills people's wishes, the sound sleeps longer and longer, and the days of waking can be counted on both hands.

These days, the situation in the northern soil began to change, and the Chu Dynasty was also facing turmoil, the only thing that remained unchanged was the backyard of the Hou Mansion, the sunrise and sunset, and occasionally some flowers withered, and Luo Qiu would silently replace them with new flowers.

The smile on Mrs. Xi's face never appeared again, and the Hou Mansion Lady Wolong completely disappeared into the power center of the imperial city, just standing silently in the garden every day, quietly watching the two of them......