Coughing again. Blood spattered white papa, the wind rose, and the silk handkerchief also ran away with the wind. If you can't keep it, you'll be busy after all.

Leng Fengyi saw Chu Tao struggling on the verge of life and death, and was speechless. It seems that all the past has been washed away with the muffled sound just now. She was shocked and realized that Chu Tao had already seen through her thoughts of suicide, but he still only wanted to protect her. It seems to be completely late.

"It's exhausting to meet in this life, and I don't want to meet you underground again in the future. He sneered intermittently, his eyes empty and sad.

"But how do you know that I have no way out!" she swallowed. Because she saw the pain between his brows.

Poison is fatal, as are internal injuries. He can make as comprehensive arrangements as possible for everyone, but he can't predict his own life and death: he thinks he can complete a long river song, but unexpectedly, Guanglingsan's loneliness reflects the end of his life at the beginning.

Blood splattered inexorably from his mouth with the sound of coughing, staining his shirt red, and he was weakening little by little, consciousness gradually withdrawing from his body. He was experiencing first-hand the despair of those he had slain.

But he was still arrogant, leaving her with a marble statue-like back: "Between you and me, there is such a ......"

Feng Yi looked at the blue waves under the cliff in a daze, and then glanced at Chu Tao. She gradually realized that there was something she had lost forever. "Don't send it!" Chu Tao's voice was not loud, but it was definitely like the sound of a drumstick, marking everything that had happened on the Black Stone Cliff.

Perhaps, that's fine. Leng Fengyi told herself that there would be no more bone-eating worries in the future.

"Master Chu!" Li Zhaolin heard the loud noise from the pavilion, and didn't care about the danger of life and death, so he ran to the front like a fly, but was frightened by the blood in front of him. He never dreamed that Leng Fengyi would end up with assassination. Unexpectedly, the shrewd and experienced Chu Tao knew the danger but was unprepared.

"Forgive me......" Zhaolin knelt down beside Chu Tao, trying to do something for him, but he tried to hold up his smile and shook his head to refuse: "This poison is dangerous, and it is sad in an instant." If it doesn't help, it won't harm the name of the healer. In disbelief, he hurriedly took his wrist to probe, and finally found his gossamer pulse, which was intermittent, and then gloomy and gloomy. All your efforts were in vain. This most hateful patient!

However, he was still reluctant to get up - he tried to seal his qi veins with the method of acupoints, but the hand he had just raised was covered by Chu Tao: "I am even more unwilling than you to fall short." Chu Tao smiled proudly, stubbornly blocking his help, and making a gesture to pull him up.

It is clear that the stubbornness of the man in front of him is more incurable than his injuries. However, should he just sit and watch Chu Tao die? Of course he can't.

Chu Tao took out the purple jade order that was broken into two by Xie Junhe from his arms, and stuffed it into Zhaolin's hand: "Give one piece to Uncle Wang." Put away the other piece and send her home. If you are not prepared, you may be able to save your life......" He glanced at Feng Yi again, her eyes were in a trance, as if she was drunk in a dream. He will not be able to overcome this fateful calamity.

Zhaolin shook his head angrily. Just let the murderer go?

"You don't want to see the two sides of the strait kill each other...... "He laughed coldly, "even if she dies, she can't die on the south bank...... If I were here, the North Shore would not dare to do it, if I wasn't there...... The bloody rain will surely sweep over the Black Rock Cliff...... Bury the Feather Sword Sect with my personal grudges, how can I save face......"

The deep feeling of pain in the words hit Zhao Lin's heart deeply. How could Chu Tao bear to spend all his life guarding and burying in his own hands? It was a matter of the overall situation, and he looked at Feng Yi with hatred, but he had to agree.

Under the two blows of poison and wound, he clenched the support in pain, but there was not a trace*. According to Lin's guess, perhaps the sadness is even worse: "You wait, I'll go to Uncle Wang and Senior Liu......"

At the mention of Wang Hong, a trace of misty sadness flashed in Chu Tao's eyes, and he seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated and shook his head. Then he leaned weakly on the railing, and faintly looked at the long river to which he was most attached, "Let me sit here for a while......"

Li Zhaolin took the soulless Leng Fengyi down the black stone cliff. Entrusted by others, loyal to people, he didn't know what to say to Leng Fengyi, and he hated to look at her even more, so he just walked forward.

Leng Fengyi retrieved the sheet music on the table, hid it under her sleeve, and quietly looked back at Chu Tao after taking a few steps.

The sun was rising, and the boats on the river were getting more and more lively, and Chu Tao just closed his eyes slightly, quietly leaning on the railing, and sitting in the gazebo. The slightly curly sideburns moved with the wind, and the corners of his slanted eyebrows still showed his pride. He seems to be quietly watching the clouds roll up, and look down on the flow of time. The sunlight condensed his thin and handsome figure into a statue. It seems that all the smoke and disputes will be a thing of the past in his indifferent smile.

When Wang Hong received the half piece of purple jade from Zhaolin, and rushed to the black stone cliff like crazy, there was no shadow of Chu Tao for a long time. I only saw the dragon sword lying on the ground shining with a cold light. A white background blood book tied to the hilt of the sword is swaggering in the wind eye-catchingly:

For thirty years, the piano and sword have relied on each other, and the sins have been waiting for each other. The world laughs and scolds, and I chase the end of the world.

He walked to the edge of the cliff in fright, and saw the white waves crashing against the sharp reef over and over again, washing everything away.

In the study of Chu Mansion, Wei Lan still sings every day, unlocks and cleans up.

On this day, Wang Hong actually rushed in from outside the courtyard and shouted, "Young master!"

However, when he got closer, his eyes met, and Wang Hong remembered in a trance that Chu Tao had given the key to Shi Weilan.

"What's the matter, Uncle Wang, didn't he go to the Bamboo Garden?" Wei Lan smiled softly, "What's the hurry?"

"When I saw the study door open, I thought he had returned. Wang Hong casually found a reason to prevaricate, and hid the Dragon Shadow Sword in his hand behind him.

Veran's smile froze for a moment. Chu Tao carried a sword with him! How could a sword that had not been separated from his body for many years be in Wang Hong's hands? "What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"

"Outside the city, I met a few friends and got separated. Wang Hong replied hesitantly, and went into the house and laid the sword on the sword stand, as he had done when he returned: "If he returns, he will definitely come to fetch it." ”

He never left the sword with him! Wei Lan stared for a long time, and finally let Wang Hong go. I don't think he'll say anything. But Wang Hong went out and came in again: "There is another thing to tell the young lady." Tomorrow, the Shi family's carriage and horses will come to pick up the young lady and return to the province. The young lady can take Yunyi back to have a look. This is the arrangement set by the young master a few days ago. ”

"No, where he is, I'll be there. Vilan solemnly refused.

"The situation has been dangerous recently, young lady think twice!"

"Since it's his arrangement, let him tell me!"

Wang Hong was speechless immediately. Who knows where Chu Tao is at the moment? Li Zhaolin didn't know, he didn't even know—he didn't even know what was going on, he just said that Li Zhaolin handed him the purple jade order and asked him to go to the black stone cliff to have a look, but he only saw the long sword and blood book and didn't see him. Later, Li Zhaolin didn't know what to do. It's just that the heavy tone in the blood book, the more you taste, the more wrong it is.

Where did he find a Chu Tao to persuade Wei Lan? He snorted self-deprecatingly and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Wang!" Wei Lan suddenly called him, "Has he been back today?"

Wang Hong was surprised: "How does the young lady know?"

Veran pointed to the slightly cluttered letter box on the table, "Who turned over the letter that I just sorted out this morning? I always lock the doors and windows when I go in and out of here, unless I have a key. ”

Wang Hong was shocked: "Is there any missing element?"

Wei Lan nodded the number: "A letter is not less—maybe it was blown by the wind." ”

"Alas, this kid!" Wang Hong sighed and stomped his feet, shook his head and went out.

After cleaning, Wei Lan looked around, the courtyard was eerily quiet, but it seemed clear that Chu Tao was beside him: the incense stove was still smoking wisps, the letters were still waiting for him to be dealt with in the box, his sword was resting on the shelf, and his piano was also on the table—Yan Hong had been placed there that day after the reception, saying that it was going to be taken immediately, but he never came to pick it up again.

Maybe he'll come and fetch her as soon as she's out of the yard, maybe he'll come back in the evening, maybe tomorrow, maybe ...... Who knows. She smiled to herself, wait, wait, wait, the empty time passed.

She didn't know that Wang Hong was already anxious - he secretly sent his cronies to rummage up and down every stone on the black stone cliff, but he couldn't find Chu Tao. He has been to the Bamboo Garden, to the Dart Bureau, to the Alley, and even to the Ning Xiang Pavilion. In one day, he ran all the places he could think of under the Black Stone Cliff, and there was still no news of Chu Tao.

Wang Hong held the blood book in his hand, and couldn't sleep all night: the end of the world, is it to leave, or is it ......? The middle yuan season is gradually approaching, and the white-clothed holy envoy is about to come to the city, everything is waiting for him to make an idea, but he inexplicably threw half a piece of purple jade order, and he disappeared without a trace. This is by no means something that Chu Tao can do. His young master gambled with his own life and painstakingly laid out to this day, but how could he ...... The word "suicide" that I kept resisting in my consciousness suddenly appeared like a ghost.

Joke, Chu Tao will commit suicide because of a few rumors? For so many years, what storms has Chu Tao not seen?

Thinking that he followed Chu Yuan when he was young, he was his personal bodyguard, and he drove darts side by side, going through the ups and downs, and then watching Chu Tao be born and grow up, knowing that the temper of the Chu family was the sky fell and he was fearless, not to mention that Chu Tao had bowed his head to the group of people on the north bank? As early as more than ten years ago, when he gave up the business of Bilianzhou, he knew deeply: This young man was still talking and laughing with his opponent one moment ago, but the next moment he left a cruel sentence in Wang Hong's ear: "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years." And so it turned out to be as he said.

He guessed that this was not another ploy of the young master, taking advantage of this crisis and hiding in the shadows? But if this is the case, he should always bring his own sword of self-defense, and if so, he should always leave some clues so that Wang Hong knows what to do next!

But apart from the Purple Jade Order and the Blood Book, there was nothing.