At this time, Ximen Jiuqian's grief stopped for a while, and he glared at Xiao Ying angrily with a pair of blood-red eyes, and said: "Okay, good, Lao Suo's martial arts are low, and I am ashamed that I can't avenge my son today.

Rats leave a sinking ship. In the monastery, those who could not escape from the Khitan warriors were captured one by one by the Central Plains martial arts public, tied to the roots of the big tree with hemp ropes, and listened to the fall.

On the one hand, Huaishan instructed the disciples to collect and bury the bones in the temple, and on the other hand, he stepped forward with Huaici and other Shaolin leaders, and what everyone said was nothing more than Xiao Ying saving in danger in this battle, turning the tide, and his merits were immeasurable.

Most of the leaders of the rest of the big gangs and small factions have been martyred at this time, and some little-known people know that they are soft-spoken, but their hearts are full of enthusiasm and pride, and they don't vomit or be unhappy in their stomachs, so they also stepped forward and said some words that went down in history, made great contributions to the society, and said very loudly to Xiao Ying.

These words were not exaggerated in the ears of the bound Khitan warriors, and they thought that if there was no Xiao Ying this time, the people who were now tied to the tree would not be themselves and others, but these old horsemen in the Central Plains!

This time the enemy martial arts, the Central Plains in the temple all raised their eyebrows, everyone was happy, talking and laughing, congratulating each other, and no one was willing to leave.

Over there, Lu Wan'er had already woken up at this time, and her demented expression returned to normal.

Ruchen held her with her right hand, and both stepped forward, her eyes were full of tears of joy, and she said in her mouth: "Ying'er, you are really my good shadow......" couldn't stop the blood surging in his heart, and he didn't avoid the respect and orderliness of master and apprentice, and the difference between men and women, he hugged Xiao Ying tightly, and he was so excited that he whimpered and couldn't speak.

Thinking of the tragic and dangerous scene before, the Central Plains martial arts will be on the verge of the catastrophe of the nest, and the heroes who served the country in the temple first all had the heart of death to fight to the death with the enemy. Later, Xiao Ying appeared to kill the enemy, so that he would not die, under the great sorrow and joy, when this sorrow and joy came, everyone on the scene was like dust, and they just wanted to hug people tightly and cry happily.

The girls of the flower faction all embraced each other passionately and cried with joy.

Lu Wan'er leaned sideways, covered her tears, and said nothing.

Zhu Yao stood three or four feet away from Xiao Ying, looking at the group of girls of the Flower Sect crying and laughing, her eyes flashed with tears of great joy and happiness. And the relationship between himself and Xiao Ying has experienced vicissitudes, both of them have died once for each other, although it has reached the level of life and death, but because of the father's hatred, the fate of the sky is difficult, and there is no good moon for a day. I couldn't help but stand there, sad.

After a while, Tang Miaoqiu broke the silence and said to Xiao Ying: "Second Senior Brother, how did you come back from the dead......?" We buried you and built your grave that day, Master, how did you give birth?"

Xiao Ying let go of the hands that were holding Ruchen, put away her tears and smiled at Tang Miaoqiu: "Naturally, I crawled out of the grave by myself!"

Ruchen also said: "Yes, Ying'er, how did you get born later, tell the master quickly? ”

While everyone in the Central Plains bowed to Xiao Ying and was convinced, they thought in their hearts: The country cannot be without a king for a day. Fang is in a big mess today, and the Central Plains Martial Arts must have Xiao Ying, the backbone, so that it will not be scattered and let that Bangyi be bullied!

When even if someone said what they wanted in their hearts, the scene was noisy, and Ruchen and Tang Miaoqiu said that everyone was eager to know the mystery of how Xiao Ying came back from the dead. At this time, everyone pricked up their ears, thinking that Xiao Ying was now the most amazing person in the world, and such a magical thing that happened to him had to be listened to carefully, and he missed a word and a half, but it was a great disrespect to Xiao Ying.

Therefore, as soon as Shang Ruchen's words came out, he was silent on the spot, and the crowd looked at Xiao Ying, wanting to hear how he came back from the dead? How could he turn into a feather in the flesh and descend from the sky like a fairy? I wondered in my heart, whether he had become an immortal now, or was he armed with a strange art, flying into the sky and the earth, and omnipotent? Could it be that when he said that he had become a feather and ascended to the sky, was it really something?

Xiao Ying glanced at Lu Wan'er and saw that her face was as usual, and she was immediately relieved.

glanced at Zhu Yao again, sighed softly, Fang and Zhu Yao together, according to everyone's gossip questions, eloquently explained the reason for the Huajian faction to bury themselves.

On that day, Xiao Ying performed the Nirvana Sutra, giving up his life in exchange for Zhu Yao's life. As recorded in the true scriptures, Xiao Ying died of exhaustion, and Zhu Yao came back to life, but he didn't wake up for a while.

After Ruchen and the others buried Xiao Ying, I don't know how much time passed, Zhu Yao woke up leisurely, opened his eyes and didn't see Xiao Ying, and dragged his heavy sick body around to look for it.

Before she woke up, she had a dream in which she avenged her father and killed Xiao Ying with a sword. At that time, her own eyes were full of blood, and the blood flowing from Xiao Ying's body was still gurgling, but suddenly she saw that he had been buried under the loess, and the grave was instantly covered with green vines and weeds.

She cried and shouted, her heart was sad and she couldn't help herself, she rushed forward, hit her head against Xiao Ying's tombstone, and saw the tomb door open, the whole tomb cracked open from the middle, and a bright avenue immediately appeared in front of her, Xiao Ying stood at the end of the avenue, smiling and waving to her.

Overjoyed, she rushed to him desperately, and the two hugged each other tightly. Just kissing affectionately, suddenly felt like an electric touch, and in a trance, the two of them turned into two colorful butterflies, flying around the grave twice, and the shadows flew together, fluttering towards the wilderness.

She was happy in her heart, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she woke up immediately, and she didn't see the butterfly that Xiao Ying had turned into, and she was very sad in her heart, and she didn't have time to think about how she didn't die if she caused a hairpin to kill herself, and she only thought that her dream before waking up was unlucky, could it be that Xiao Ying had suffered an accident?

dragged the sick body out of the hole, and among the shadows of the flowers and branches in front of him, he faintly looked at the new grave silently, and his heart was groaning, and his eyes were dark, and he barely supported himself from falling.

When he approached the grave, he fixed his eyes and only glanced at it, but he didn't feel that the world was spinning, his body was weak, and he fainted on the ground.

When she woke up again, she knelt on her knees in front of the grave, held the tombstone with her right hand, and slowly stood up, refusing to believe in her heart that behind the stone monument in front of her, Xiao Ying would be buried. However, the few inscriptions on the tombstone that are irregular and crooked, as well as a large wreath made of mountain flowers and placed in front of the stele, all tell her that this is a real existence, and Xiao Ying has been buried under the loess for a long time.

Listening to the whining and weeping mountain wind in her ears, her cheeks were pressed against the tombstone, and her tears were dropping down the stele, and between the strokes of the four characters of "Xiao Ying's Tomb", Wang Chengjing's small ditches seemed to cry down the grave and wake up Xiao Ying. At this time, what she was holding in front of her seemed to be not a cold tombstone, but Xiao Ying herself.

She sobbed softly in a low voice: "Brother Ying, why did you die, why did you die? Now that Yao'er is alive and you are dead, can't we grow old together unless we go underground? Yes, yes, just like in the dream, life can't be compared to wings in pairs, and death can turn into butterflies and fly together!"

Suddenly, her face was overjoyed, she stood up, with a smile on her cheeks, and said, "Brother Ying, you wait for me, Yao'er is here!"

The general dream and reality, at the moment when her temples touched the tombstone, there was no light in front of her, and she heard a loud bang in her ears, and the grave in front of her suddenly exploded from the middle, and the golden light between the gaps was pressing, and the mountains shook with a sense of relief, and it was almost impossible to stand.

In this way, it was much the same as a dream, she was overjoyed, and shouted: "Brother Shadow......" flew forward, and really threw herself into a man's chest. I only feel that this chest is broad and firm, warm and charming, I have to snuggle on it once, and the warmth and sweetness in my heart is simply not a bird that can be described by people.

In this world, except for Xiao Ying and her father, any man's chest, she leans on it, like a cold stone, and does not feel the slightest warmth and pleasure.

There is no need to look at it, just intuitively, what is leaning on it in front of you is indeed Xiao Ying's unique chest in the current world.

She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ying's clear and innocent eyes, which were so simple and real, and called again: "Brother Ying......" The lips and teeth opened, and the two hugged each other tightly, and their tongues kissed and intertwined.

Then, like a dream, Zhu Yaodeng's body was like an electric touch, and he thought: "Is this true? Brother Ying and I, will we really become butterflies? If we don't become butterflies, all this is real, and we will not be able to face the reality of our father's enmity after all!"

Her whole person is fluttering as if she is in the fairy world, and she only hopes that she and Xiao Ying will become two colorful butterflies like in a dream, and from now on she will be a pair of fairy couples, and she will no longer have to pay attention to the enmity of the mortal world.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, until the outside of the wandering object, the body can't become a butterfly, and the heart is also anxious.

She was anxious in her heart, and suddenly her lips were cold, Xiao Ying raised her head, her hands still holding her waist, and said, "Yao'er, where are we?"

His question was extremely real, Zhu Yao knew that if he wanted to turn into a colorful butterfly, it was really just an illusion, reality was reality, people need to eat grains, and worldly enmity and hatred are inevitable after all. sighed quietly at the moment, and said with a wry smile: "Let's ...... We're in the tomb. ”

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