Chapter 9: Waiting for Ye Ming before the fight is over
It rains a lot in July in the south of the Yangtze River, and everything is moist for days. The trees and grasses are lush and shady. Even the dull sky is decorated with bright purples and reds like a rainbow, and it doesn't even feel how gloomy it is.
Outside Lanling City, on the lush green Canghuan Mountain, people standing silently in white clothes are standing silently. The wind blows up the layers of grass, as if swallowing up the unruly figure.
In front of the newly covered grave, a pot of wine, three jade bottles, and a few cakes were scattered.
"Fuyao wine has come out of the cellar again. Unfortunately, this year it doesn't have the same aroma as before. Mrs. Du's wife returned to her hometown with her husband. From now on, there will no longer be pure and sweet Fuyao." The lazy man didn't even look at whether the ground was clean. Sheng Xue
Baiyi sat down heavily on the ground, shook the wine pot, took out a small bamboo paper from his arms and played it twice, but finally felt that it was not in tune.
"After you left, I didn't even have anyone to play with me." Desolate smiled bitterly, and the ancient bamboo slipper was suddenly broken into two pieces, "They say that you can find a close friend in the mountains and flowing water. Xiao Bai, you can't bear to be alone.
He left so gracefully, but I don’t know how many people were left behind to miss him."
The sound of footsteps behind him was mixed with the rustling of silk and satin. Xi Shaoyuan raised his hand to say hello briefly. Princess Anping, who was wearing a rare simple plain dress, was surprised, but also a little disappointed.
"Shaoyuan, where have you been during this time? My father has sent many people to look for you. If I hadn't received your letter, I don't know when I would have found you."
"I won't go back again." He held the pot and poured wine with a warm smile as always, "Lian Shi, don't be willful again in the future. Xiao Bai and I are neither by your side. Keep more for yourself and don't hurt people's hearts on a whim."
Half a year later, Xi Shaoyuan, the young master of the Chonghua Sect and the young master whom the current emperor relied on, was still as gentle and gentle as before, but there were some things in his heart that could never come back.
"I brought Xiao Bai's favorite Yurong sand cake and Fuyao wine, Lianshi. The three of us haven't been together for a long time. Come and accompany me and have a drink with Xiao Bai." Holding the lamp in the wind, the splendor remains the same.
Lian Shi silently took the jade bottle. She had drank this Fuyao wine many times. It was not strong and slightly sweet, just like Cheng Xiaobai's pure and straightforward character. She remembered that Xi Shaoyuan didn't like this kind of wine. The taste in the mouth
It seemed a little lighter than before. After drinking half the glass, a trace of doubt appeared on his slightly pink face: "The taste of this wine has changed?"
"There is nothing in this world that remains unchanged." Xi Shaoyuan filled up the wine, and he also picked up the jade bottle and drank it all in one gulp, slowly savoring the changes.
The pot of wine only holds more than ten cups. Each drank three cups, and then offered three cups to Xiao Bai who was sleeping three feet under the loess. Listening to the lingering sound of shaking in the pot, it seemed that there was not much left.
"Leave the rest for him to drink slowly. The world is vast, and I don't know if he has waited until Miss Yun stepped onto the Naihe Bridge together." Putting down the wine bottle, Xi Shaoyuan was silent for a moment. The breath on his body changed subtly, and his voice also changed.
She sank three points and said, "Lian Shi, September 16th is Xiao Bai's birthday. I probably won't be able to come. Please remember to say hello to him for me."
No, maybe, then he will be closer to Xiao Bai than Lian Shi, under the cold and dark land.
"Shaoyuan...little master!" Looking at the man who was leaving, Lian Shi's eyes turned red, and her tears fell again. Everyone left, and there was no one around her to rely on except Shen Yuqing, who was still sleeping.
However, he always has to live, and he must live for Xiao Bai. He has always wanted to celebrate and toast his sister with a glass of wine on her wedding day, and see that the relatives he admires and cherishes the most can be happy. His dream is
Let her do it.
"Little Master, I will live well, and so will you..."
I don’t know if anyone who disappeared in the vast dry wind heard her, but at least her voice was conveyed.
Turning back and bowing deeply, the increasingly mature girl also walked down the mountain. There were so many people in the world and the country who were plotting against each other for power, and she finally understood what kind of important responsibility she could shoulder.
Xiao Bai, Shao Yuan, Shen Yuqing, if the world were peaceful, wouldn't there be so many separations and separations?
Until then, let’s have a cup of the most delicious Fuyao bar together.
In the seven-story Zhu Pavilion clearly visible on the top of the mountain, the cold figure is walking towards the cold underground. That is the place that the children of Poyue Pavilion are most afraid of, the water prison.
Xia Qingluan once suffered from the cold and cold here, but no one has been here since then. The people inside now are not from Poyue Pavilion, but those who dominated the world and stood at the top of the martial arts world. An upright leader will win the battle.
"Wei Moyan, a person like you will never be able to conquer the world. If you are alive, I will hinder your ambition. If you die, I will turn into a ghost and curse the Wei family for generations to come."
Before he could enter the door, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and an almost inhuman shape inside the wooden gate roared like crazy, pulling at the thin iron chain on his wrist and making a loud noise.
"A lost dog is at the end of its rope." There was no anger in the cold voice. The man in front of him had lost power and could no longer stir up trouble. He controlled life and death, so there was no need to get angry over his near-death struggle.
With all his meridians cut off and eroded by the extremely cold air of the Water Prison, the strong and healthy Master of the Chonghua Sect lost his human form and turned into a withered skeleton in just one month. His face was ashen and he was worse than a homeless beggar. And these are murderers without batting an eyelid. Gifted by a cruel evil spirit, the cold young man who was orphaned because of him is now a young man who is the leader of the martial arts alliance.
He is cruel to everyone, even more so to his fallen enemies.
"The biggest mistake I made in my life was not eradicating you ten years ago. Cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will lead to endless troubles!"
The cold sword light passed by, and there was another wound on the skinny waist. The wound was not deep but it continued to bleed. It flowed down the scarred body into the cold and biting water. Yin Hong fainted, and a burst of water suddenly appeared on the water. Waves, fear flashed across Xi Yingfeng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in resignation.
How could a mere injury and pain calm the rage in his heart? Wei Moyan never cared about how cruel the world said he became a demon, the hatred of the entire Wei family in Gusu, and the hatred of Xia Qingluan who was trapped in a nightmare and fell unconscious, all of which were enough for him to use his best Xi Yingfeng was tortured to death in a cruel way. Looking at the dark water floating on the water, a sneer appeared on his cold face.
It was a layer of tiny black flesh worms that were not afraid of water. They quickly crawled along the blood stains to the newly formed wounds and burrowed into the flesh desperately. The skinny body trembled violently, and the livid face turned pale, almost deathly pale.
"Although I don't know how to use the deviant Gu insects, I accidentally discovered that they like the smell of blood. They gnaw at bones and eat flesh. Does the sect master like this pain? If it's not enough, Wei Moyan can only apologize with a glass of wine."
Behind him, Xiao Qian heard the words and immediately offered a bowl of liquor that had been prepared in advance. Wei Moyan reached out to take it and without hesitation poured it on the blood-stained body covered with poisonous insects.
Immediately, an uncontrollable scream broke out.
Xiao Qian turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at it. Only he could do such a cruel act, but Xiao Qian was not disgusted, and even felt a sense of revenge in his intolerance - it was this man who caused the young lady so much pain, He was heartbroken after losing his younger brother, and his good relationship turned into blood and stained his wedding dress. It was a rare opportunity to untie his knot with the pavilion master, but he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. If possible, he really wanted to find a more painful method of torture to make him live. Better to die.
"Hahaha..." The brutal screams gradually turned into sinister laughter. The pain was so extreme that he was extremely frightened. Instead, Xi Yingfeng wanted to anger the person in front of him as soon as possible and seek death. "Pain? No matter how painful it is, it is just physical torture.
I cannot bear the pain that your beloved woman has suffered, and cannot be relieved from the nightmare of sleeping, watching her dry up and die little by little, Wei Moyan, does it hurt for you? But I feel as comfortable as if I had landed in a fairyland!"
At that moment, the overwhelming anger turned into coldness, and with a muffled sound, the empty wine bowl was thrown on the body covered with Gu insects, and the sound of broken ribs could be clearly heard.
I have to admit that Xi won and Feng won, and his pain was worse than death.