057: Leaning on the building, listening to the wind and rain, watching Jianghu Road
"Pfft——"
A sword penetrated the body, blood spattered, and the silver sword was stained with blood.
Long Qingzhu's frail and delicate body stood in front of Chu Yanjin without fear of death. The silver sword inserted in his chest buzzed and trembled slightly, and the harsh female voice came out with a sharp shout.
"Traitor!!"
ever--
The sword penetrated the chest another inch, and blood slipped from the tip of the sword and fell on Chu Yanshen's chest behind him, making him feel that the blood was hot.
But at this time, his consciousness was somewhat dulled by the successive shocks from his soul.
No matter how hard he tried to stay awake and not fall asleep, it was the limit of what he could do at this time. Even the beautiful figure of the woman in front of him looked particularly stunning.
"Master..."
Long Qingzhu lowered his head and grasped the hilt of the sword, like pear blossoms with rain, his face already stained with tears, and said sadly, "Master, calm down quickly... If you kill him, or he has some shortcomings, the royal family will I will never let you go..."
A few tears slid down Long Qingzhu's delicate face, like broken crystal beads, falling on the hilt of the sword.
The cold temperature is like a few crystal snowflakes on a snowy day in the past, refreshing your heart.
Suddenly, the memory seems to return to the scene in the snowy mountains of Yijiantingyuge in the past.
Master Long Xuelian kindly put his arm around her shoulders and said lovingly, "Qingzhu, my little Qingzhu, you have grown up, but even if you go to travel in the world, you must always come back to see me as your master... "
Long Qingzhu reluctantly rested his head on Long Xuelian's shoulder and said, "Master, I don't want to go to Jianghu. I want to accompany you in Jiange for the rest of my life. Didn't you say: lean on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and watch the rivers and lakes?" , this is the mentality that our Yijian Tingyuge disciples should maintain..."
"Silly boy, you have to see the world of Jianghu and experience it for a while before you can see it thoroughly and clearly..."
Long Xuelian sighed with emotion, loosened her arms around Long Qingzhuxiang's shoulders, lightly touched the ground with a smile, and floated up.
With an impeccably beautiful and ethereal fairy posture, she flew into the snowy scene behind her. The white clothes flying in the wind were like a snowflake, melting into the vast snowy scenery.
"Master... lean on the building to listen... to the wind and rain, watch... the rivers and lakes..."
A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of Long Qingzhu's mouth onto the buzzing and trembling sword hilt, dyeing the silver hilt a strange red.
I don't know whether it was the temperature of the blood or the influence of these words that Yi Jian Tingyuge's disciples regarded as a guide, but Yin Jian suddenly became quiet.
Suddenly, a woman's frightened and annoyed voice came out, as if she was waking up from a big dream.
"Green Bamboo...Green Bamboo..."
"Master——"
Long Qingzhu cried with joy when he noticed that the sword body was stable and the extremely paranoid spirit within it seemed to have stabilized.
"Qingzhu...you have suffered a lot. Master, I can't help you..."
Within the sword body, the paranoid soul was distracted, and the mental fluctuations gradually weakened.
Long Qingzhu was startled, and immediately grasped the sword tightly, feeling it with the psychic state of mind of the sword.
After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then bursts of pain that felt like her head was about to explode made her almost faint.
She groaned and braced herself.
Turning around to look at Chu Yanjin behind him, he saw that the other person's eyelids were fighting, as if he was holding on just to wait for her to turn around.
"Thank you..."
Chu Yanjin reluctantly spoke. Now that he was sure it was safe, his tense and traumatized spirit couldn't hold on any longer. He immediately closed his eyelids and passed out.
"Master Chu..."
Long Qingzhu called out softly, and immediately reached over to check his breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart became tense again.
Just because of this, Chu Yanjin had a bone-deep sword wound on his right chest.
The wound was almost a finger's throw away from the heart, and gurgling blood was still pouring out from the wound.
If this continues, even if he doesn't die now, he will probably bleed to death soon.
Under the worry, Long Qingzhu's consciousness couldn't help but become confused again.
Almost falling asleep.
She bit the tip of her tongue to stay awake, her body was soaked with sweat and blood, revealing her beautiful and mature lines.
The late autumn air, coupled with the drifting mist in the mountains, made her feel increasingly cold, and she had to endure it to keep her teeth from chattering.
In this situation, she simply didn't know what to do. She only knew that she must not sleep, otherwise the wilderness would be full of blood. Not to mention whether there were enemies coming, there would be wolves howling one after another in the surrounding mountains.
It was enough to eat both of her until there were no bones left.
Her eyes fell on Chu Yanjin's strong, blood-stained body.
A bold yet extremely helpless and shy thought emerged in my mind.
As soon as I had this thought, I couldn't stop it. All I could feel was blood mixed with a strong manly scent lingering next to my nose. I couldn't help but get hot in my lower abdomen and my face was covered with red clouds.
A pair of delicate hands retracted and stretched, stretched out and retracted, and finally wrapped around the man's neck.
The tentacles seemed to be hot, burning straight into her heart, making her heart tremble, and she shed tears of joy, sorrow, or sorrow. She didn't know whether she should lament her fate, or lament that she was about to hand over herself in this situation.
There was some hesitation.
But thinking about her current embarrassing situation, and the demands and coercion her master has made to her over the past few years, Long Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cold face was full of heart-wrenching determination.
"Master... maybe your change of temperament is partly due to your disciple's fault. Your disciple shouldn't be obedient to you. This will only make your obsession more intense."
"I will take this opportunity to hand over my sword heart and my skills that I have cultivated for many years... I can no longer become your legal body. I hope you can get rid of your obsession."
"My disciple once asked you, is living so important? Living is very important, but if you live just for the sake of living, living will become insignificant..."
ever--
A blood arrow spurted out as the silver sword was drawn out.
Falling to the ground, it seems to be cut off.
At this moment, the white clothes were stained with blood, and even though the clothes were still there, it seemed that they had no covering effect at all.
Long Qingzhu's eyebrows were like spring mountains, and his eyes were like autumn water. His eyes fell on Chu Yanjin's handsome face with a broad sky and a straight nose.
Recalling the man's fearless and heroic attitude of confronting the Master just now, his expression gradually became confused and his cheeks flushed with shame.
"Mr. Chu...I have implicated you this time. As my disciple, I will repay my master's debt. After tonight, you and I will owe nothing..."
The soft and slender hands moved swiftly.
Under the moonlight, the woman's beauty is delicious and bright.
In the mountains and fields, wolves howl one after another, and the wildness does not stop in the sky.
The wind rises at dawn and the waning moon sets.
This world seems to always coexist in movement and stillness.
Isn’t this also true for the ups and downs of life?
The stars peeked through the gossamer mist that shrouded the mountains.
The silver disk-like moon showed its smiling face from the gaps in the clouds.
The dreamy moonlight moved slowly, undulating among the mountains and fields.
The water is shallow and gentle, gently and softly permeating all the ditches and corners in the entire mountain forest.
The night is getting more and more beautiful.
The fighting stopped and the howling of wolves stopped.
Only the sound of the wind, which rises and falls like the tide, roars in the mountains and fields, and the world becomes peaceful and harmonious.
The so-called "soft body and endless beauty"!
That is to say, if the true energy is lively, it will produce desires.
A tingling sensation will be produced in the Dantian. If you want to call this sprouting a medicine, it is the beginning of the furnace tripod extraction and refining.
There is a saying: "The Dantian is blazing, the two kidneys are decoctioned, the body is swollen and the nose is twitching, the six sense organs are vibrating, and the golden light is like a fire snake."
The process cannot be described in detail, it can only be understood but not explained in words.
When Long Qingzhu regained consciousness under the moonlight, not only her injuries all over her body were healed, but all the injuries on Chu Yanjin's body were also healed.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes shimmering under the moonlight, and although her hands were still tightly wrapped tightly, there was no longer any care in her heart.
She came coldly and coldly, and she will leave without any desire or desire.
The woman sighed quietly, picked up her sword, put on her clothes, and floated away, her figure disappearing in the quiet and beautiful moonlight.
The wind turned into lamentations, and he looked into the two forgotten smokes.
A leaf picked up by the clothes also swirled and fell among the layers of rotten leaves, as if lamenting that the leaf had no roots and was moving with the wind.
Isn't it the same for people in this world? They seem to be cool and unrestrained, but in fact they can't help themselves...
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