Chapter 12 Wind, Frost, Moon and Song, Green Blood
The moonlight is misty, the mist envelopes the flowers, and the aroma and medicinal fragrance are integrated into one. Under the silver light, the thin figure is covered with green silk on the shoulders, as luxurious as jade.
"It's late at night and it's cold, what are you doing out here at this time?" The cold voice suddenly recalled, and the young man in light clothes holding the medicine hoe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
"Gah, don't always show up suddenly."
The young man in black walked out from the shadow of the pergola, snorted, grabbed the medicine hoe and threw it aside. He took the slightly older man's wrist and walked back without saying anything: "Go and have a rest."
"I know, you should let go first." After finally stopping, Wanqi Haoyue smiled bitterly, "The amaranth phoenix grass buds only grow for one night. If the time passes, there will be no good tea to drink this year."
Living with poison all year round has made the originally healthy young people increasingly sick. Thanks to the Poison King Valley's mild climate, which is comparable to that in the south of the Yangtze River, and the various flowers and plants that can heal diseases, which are fragrant and fragrant, there is no serious problem in living and traveling here. Once you leave the valley for more than three days, By the end of the day, his body would be doubly weak. Naturally, he could not drink alcohol with such a body, so Wanqi Haoyue developed the habit of drinking tea and became almost addicted to it. However, in the middle of the night, the wind and cold were so severe that he ran out to pick tea with his thin body. Sharp, it is undoubtedly self-inflicted.
"Go and have a rest, I'll do it." Ging still refused to let go and kept pulling the person out of the medicine garden, but Wanqi Haoyue also disagreed. Ging is an impatient man and can't do such delicate work with heavy hands and feet. .
The two of them were in a stalemate. There was no distinction between master and servant. Rather, they seemed to be very good confidants. However, there seemed to be an age difference between them. But who could have guessed that the fair-skinned boy who looked no more than eight years old was actually over At the age of thirty, he is even more brilliant than Young Master Ye Tan.
In the end, the man in plain clothes was more stubborn. He was worried that his strength would hurt him, so Wan Qi Haoyue got rid of him in a few moments.
Since returning from the outside, Ging found that he didn't know how to cherish his body less and less. His food, housing and transportation were not as meticulous as before. He went out at night like this more than once or twice.
"You don't want to die, right?" There was cold anger on the young and fair face.
Seeing that the other party was angry, Wanqi Haoyue knew that the amaranth phoenix grass buds could not be harvested, and sighed with some loneliness: "It is good for people to live a comfortable life, but no matter how old they are, they are always bound by many trivial things. Destiny What’s the point of a hundred years?”
"If you want to die, I won't stop you. Don't die where I can see it. It's an eyesore."
Although the cold words sounded harsh, Wanqi Haoyue knew that Gong was wholeheartedly protecting him. The Wen family, who once had a happy marriage and a bright future, lost all their relatives overnight, leaving only a lonely person in the noisy world holding a body of hatred and serious injuries. I was depressed and alone. It was my master who saved Ging's life at that time, and then used it as a medicine to test the medicine, but he didn't want to shrink his thirty-year-old body back to his youth.
The heart was far older than the body and the extreme disharmony was a pain that he didn't want to mention, but he was saved his life after all. In return, the young man in black who had been silent since then became his lifelong attendant, not only to take care of him Food, clothing, housing and transportation must keep him safe, but his reverence for life has not changed.
"If I die, wouldn't it be a good thing that you can regain your freedom according to the agreement with Master?" Wanqi Haoyue sighed softly, with a look of tiredness on her delicate face, "I'm not as good as you, I can't think of a reason to struggle to live. .”
Such dark thoughts have been around for a long time. Perhaps because he has lived in the valley without being stained by the secular world since he was a child, he may also feel that life is boring. He knew that he had been blaming himself for the incident between Hongxian and Wuchen, and his body had grown longer after he came back. Time has not improved, but my spirits have only gradually improved recently. When I was upset, I couldn't help but blurt out: "Then just think of living for me."
Her eyes, as bright as the bright moon, were slightly stunned, and her body was full of splendor, as holy as the night sky. After a long time, a chuckle broke the awkwardness.
"How can I live for you? This body is destined to die before you."
"Then what if I am the one who dies first?" He lowered his cold eyes slightly, as if he was talking to himself in a low voice.
Without thinking, Wanqi Haoyue said, "I made my home next to your grave. As many years as you have guarded me, I will repay you for the many years I have spent with you."
There was a smile on the handsome face that always showed no expression, a little yearning, but also a little determined: "I take this oath from you, and I will protect you with my life. But I will never let you take a step forward even if you live for a day, hell and sea of fire,
Even after death, only this thing will never be shaken."
"It's so serious, it really feels like we are about to say goodbye to each other."
"I'm serious." The young man in black raised his hand and placed a string of red jade beads in Wanqi Haoyue's palm, wrapping Bai Xiu's palm and clenching it tightly, "Wen Moqing died in the fire that year, but he was only
I have been surviving for only one person so far. If you die, how can I find hope again in the misery and silence?"
The red jade bead chain is transparent in color. It is the best snow-covered treasure. Each bead is carefully carved with dragon and cloud patterns. Any one picked is priceless, worth a thousand pieces of gold. Wan Qi Haoyue has a good impression on it.
My impression is that if I remember correctly, this should be an heirloom of the Wen family. I always carry it on my wrist as if it were my life.
"What does this mean?" She raised her long and beautiful eyebrows. The blood jade bead chain in his hand was too heavy, making it difficult for him to accept it.
"My life." The young man in black waved his hand and turned away without any regrets. "If you want me to die, just squander your life. If these beads fall to the ground, your days as a beggar will come to an end."
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The wind makes the grass fragrant and carries away the fallen red leaves into pieces.
Nobility is inherent in the bones, and even the smile is spotless, as clean as the snowy wind.
"What a difficult person."
Yeyue doesn't know, no one can predict, who will find the meaning of living tenaciously in the world, another catastrophe of life and death and eternal separation is about to begin.
The sound of horse hooves thousands of miles away, the white clothes in the car beat the snow, the black clothes are splashed with ink, and the entangled shadows are unhappy.
After traveling for several days, they arrived outside Mianzhu Pass in Jiannan. The master of Poyue Pavilion, who had not rested for several days, stopped his carriage and stepped onto the luxuriant grass. Looking away, the shadows of the distant mountains were as thick as a crouching dragon, and the blue clouds on the top of the mountains were continuous and difficult to reach.
material.
"After passing Mianzhu Pass, you will enter the Poison King Valley's sphere of influence. Be more careful." A cold voice said calmly, and the surrounding subordinates nodded respectfully.
The paradise far away from the smoke of the world will finally end up in war. The world is in turmoil, and wars are everywhere. How can we live in troubled times? Even if it is not for someone, this piece of pure land will become a battlefield sooner or later. After all, a unified country cannot be a broken country.
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Another warm rain is coming, and the low-flying warblers and swallows are constantly chirping. The snow-haired old man who was sitting facing the wall in the messy room and muttering something suddenly sat upright. Behind him, there were two birds in the half-person-high stone cage.
The rounded rolling stone fell and was crisply broken into two halves.
"Old guy, you're right. There are still people who come to deliver a certain calamity in these seventy years. It seems that the day is not long before I go to play chess with you!" Hehe smiled and turned around, his wrinkled face full of vicissitudes of life smiled.
He was so calm, as if he had already overcome life and death and left the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms.
When the figure who had not been bathed in the light for a long time pushed open the door and walked out, the young man who was mixing medicine in front of the room was extremely surprised: "Master, why did you come out?"
"When an old friend comes, he always has to see him for the last time." As if he was extremely unfamiliar with the world outside the house, the hunched old man waved his hand in confusion. His eyes with only whites but no pupils looked a little scary, "Haoyue, come here.
I took my teacher around, and I don’t know how many years I haven’t left this courtyard.”
Not only the courtyard, but also the room had not been left for three or four years. Wanqi Haoyue respectfully stepped forward to support the blind old man and slowly walked out step by step.