Sealing Sword Chapter 169: Recovery

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This should be early spring.

The spring ice on the water surface suddenly broke, and the willow leaves on the riverside were beginning to green. When you held your breath, you could hear the soft cry of the swallows. Even the sound of the beasts in the forest came out of the hole cautiously, lest they be unsolved on the grass Frost wet the fur on the soles of the feet.

After all things are killed, it is the time when the grass grows up and the warbler flies.

Ye Fusheng clearly remembered that it was still late autumn before he closed his eyes, but he woke up but had already passed a season of severe cold, and this spring was unexpectedly difficult.

He opened his eyes and jumped down from the big bluestone, standing firmly on the ground with his feet firmly on the ground, but he didn't feel at ease, as if the road was flowing, his feet were soft, and he didn't need to raise his hands and feet. People have "floated" forward, leaving everything behind.

The further you go, the more spring flowers bloom.

The inch-long grass gradually covered the ankles, and the broken ice on the river surface melted away. With wild ducks preying on the water, a wild cat fell from the tree, rolled in front of Ye Fusheng, and ran quickly. Far.

The surrounding area is bright, but there is no sun or moon in the sky, only a white cloudless curtain, which is dull and tasteless.

He smelled a scent of flowers, coming from the forest on the right. He couldn't tell what the smell was. It was light at the moment, and then melancholic, and slowly a little intoxicating.

Just as Ye Fusheng was about to close his eyes again, he suddenly heard a human voice, which came from far behind. At first, he heard it intermittently, which made people feel itchy, and made him wake up.

The road ahead is still far away. You can't see the end at a glance, and you can't stop the steps under your feet. Ye Fusheng turned his head intentionally, but couldn't even turn around. Seeing that he was about to reach the fork in the road, he suddenly stretched out a hand from his back, took his ears and squeezed the person around, deviated from the weird path, and stepped on the soft green grass.

Ye Fusheng was dragged and staggered, so he hung up and threw his five bodies on the ground. The man hung his eyes and looked at him condescendingly: "Smelly boy, what are you doing running around now? Be careful. Come on!"

He sat down on the ground and looked up at the woman in front of him. Her long hair was rolled into a high bun with an ebony carved peach blossom hairpin, with a somewhat arrogant look in her eyes, and her waist was missing the black long knife that she had carried for many years, and she was still wearing a small hip flask. The crimson shirt and black-patterned boots, but with a black and white robe on his shoulders, looked a little nondescript.

Ye Fusheng trembled all over, his eyes and pupils shrank, his fingers dig into the grass, but when he lifted it up, he didn't even bring a grain of spring mud.

Under the human world, on the Huangquan Road, you will not bring it with you when you are born or when you die.

He has never understood this.

The woman looked at him dumbfounded, bent over and raised her hand to pinch his face, and smiled: "Baby, look at you like a baby, don't recognize..."

"Master!" Before she finished speaking, Ye Fusheng stood up suddenly, opened his arms and hugged her, using his force very tightly, as if he had recovered from a loss after many years, for fear that he would lose after a bit of relaxation.

He got Gu Qifang in his arms as he wished, his back felt thin and cold, not alive, but he made Ye Fusheng warm from the inside out, the frozen blood seemed to be thawed in an instant, from head to toe Circulate, like a resurrection from the dead.

Gu Qifang is tall and not inferior to ordinary men. She was taken aback for a moment. She put Ye Fusheng's head on her shoulder with her left hand, stroked his hair with her right hand down the top of her head, and smiled:" Grown up."

With just three words, Ye Fusheng's eyes were blurred.

He was born of his parents, but he was born because of this woman.

This is his dearest relative in his life, and the heaviest in his life.

Gu Qifang combed Ye Fusheng’s messy hair with his hands neatly, patted his back to signal to loosen it, and then gathered his robe with one hand, unzipped the flask with one hand and poured it out, saying: "You Go back."

It is said that men bleed without tears, but Ye Fusheng's tears finally fell at this time, his throat choked: "Master, where do I go back?"

"Where you come from, go back." Gu Qifang pointed forward, "This is not where you should be."

I don’t know when there was a fog at the fork, which covered the surrounding vegetation, earth and rocks. It was empty and chaotic. From time to time, you could see a few shadows moving in it. She retracted again.

Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a chill behind his back: "Where is that?"

"Where everyone is going...but it's not time yet." Gu Qifang put down his hand and raised the corner of his eye. "It's hard to see each other, what's the crying face? There are so many things in my grave. I've been talking about it for a long time, it's not enough, why do you want to make my ears here?"

Ye Fusheng's nose was sour, and before he could speak, he heard Gu Qifang continue to say: "The jackal is in charge, God has no eyes. You were young at the time, and I couldn't do better than you if I changed my position. These years... …Is enough. A man who can afford it, he must learn to let it go. Being hypocritical is annoying."

"Master, I won't go anymore." Ye Fusheng hugged her with one arm, and slowly squatted down, "I will stay here to accompany you, OK?"

Gu Qifang said unceremoniously: "I can swallow three bowls of rice against Duanqing, what can I do against you?"

Ye Fusheng refused to accept: "I can accompany you to drink and play cards and speech books!"

Gu Qifang smiled and said: "Then you might as well find me an apprentice and daughter-in-law to have children, and bring a family to burn me more paper money and sprinkle a pot of wine during the holidays. Wouldn't it be more fun for the family?"

Ye Fusheng was speechless for a while, the smile on Gu Qifang's face faded, and he looked at him almost solemnly.

For a moment, Ye Fusheng lifted his clothes and knelt down, and slammed his head at her, saying: "Forgive my disciple...not being filial."

Gu Qifang raised an eyebrow: "Why are you not filial?"

"There are three unfilial piety, and no queen is the big one." Ye Fusheng's forehead fell on the ground, "The disciple loves one person, not marrying a beauty, not keeping incense, it is against the will of the teacher, and it is not filial."

Gu Qifang smiled angrily: "Guwazi, say it again if you have the ability!"

"A disciple loves a man, no marriage and no daughter, this unfilial piety is one; the teacher and apprentice loves and disobeys incest, this unfilial piety is two; the teacher does not follow the order, and the unwilling to forget the code, this unfilial piety is three." Ye "Floating life is one word, "The three unfilial piety are all the faults of the disciples, please take care of the master!"

Gu Qifang didn't speak, the wind around him seemed to have stagnated for a while, and the atmosphere condensed terribly.

Ye Fusheng bowed to the ground without moving.

For a while, Gu Qifang suddenly raised his foot and kicked him into the river beside him like a gourd. The cold river water was surging from all directions, and Ye Fusheng was caught off guard for two times before he emerged from the water, and immediately followed the back of his neck. He was tight, and was dragged ashore by Gu Qifang under the collar of his collar and threw it on the ground.

"Are you awake?" Gu Qifang said coldly, "If you want to say something crazy, just go down and stay awake again."

Ye Fusheng choked on his saliva and heard the words: "Even if the master asks me to drink the river water, what I hear will not change."

Gu Qifang stared at him and said sarcastically: "You are so infatuated, do you know if that person is like you?"

Ye Fusheng was startled, then smiled.

His smile was like a spring breeze, and he fell lightly with one hand, and raised a tree with flowers, incredibly gentle. At this time, his eyes were curved, like sunlight melting in Crescent Lake, and there were no birds, beasts, insects, or fish in the water. The flowers and plants help to sparse, there is only a ghost.

Such a pale shadow, like foam on the surface of the water, may break and disappear in the blink of an eye, but sink to the bottom of the water and stay in my heart.

Ye Fusheng smiled and said: "He is the same, I know."

Gu Qifang was finally at a loss.

"I heard that, he was calling me." Ye Fusheng turned his head, and all the scenery behind him turned into darkness. The sky, water, shadows, vegetation, earth and rocks all disappeared the moment he turned his head, except for the way to the front. It is so big that only him and Gu Qifang have the greenery of this square inch of land at their feet, "Unfortunately, I can't go back."

The moment he saw Gu Qifang, Ye Fusheng knew what this place was.

Facing the teacher who used to have different paths between Yin and Yang, he heard the voice that most cared about people, and understood the difference between life and death in this imprisoned prison. He also understood what he wanted with all his heart, but it was a pity that the whole life was already Angelica sinensis.

Ye Fusheng is not afraid of death, he is just a pity.

The emotional entanglement in his mind was not yet clear, and he didn't think about it. Gu Qifang suddenly said: "Who said you can't go back?"

Ye Fusheng was taken aback.

"Huangquan takes a thousand steps, and he never looks back in the past." Gu Qifang said lightly, "Suitable, you have walked 999 steps. If you cross the intersection one step further, you won't be able to come back." /

One step is far away.

"The heroes in this world are not afraid of death, they just look at them...but my ancestors are not cold, and they are still bloody. Isn't it the jackal in the world, and there are no good people?" Gu Qifang drank the last sip of the wine in the pot, and the corner of her mouth hooked, "We old bones, but we have agreed to stay here, you **** who dare to take a step earlier... are not allowed."

The flask fell to the ground with a crisp sound. At this moment, it seemed as if thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, shattering the illusory dreams.

Ye Fusheng's pupils tightened. He saw Gu Qifang smile slightly, his face and figure became blurred, but his voice was as clear as it should be: "You are such a big person. You know everything by yourself. Anything is good... Just remember what I said, and offer a pot of wine every new year and holidays, and take care of your wife."

Gu Qifang's voice completely disappeared after speaking the last word. As the wind rose on the ground, the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling was endless. The tears in Ye Fusheng's eyes were blown dry before they fell, and the noises were deafening, and the light and shadows were extinguished. He saw familiar shadows passing by. He hadn't recognized the truth, and the unprecedented darkness shrouded him. , Immediately after Wan Lai was silent, only the original vague call became clearer——

"Master!"

Ye Fusheng opened his eyes suddenly, the sunlight streaming in from the window, suddenly falling into the fundus of his eyes, a little painful, stimulating tears.

He was weak and weak, and he couldn't even move his fingers. However, it was just a motion of opening his eyes, but he was immediately caught by Chu Xiwei, who was guarding the bed, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat for a time, and the tears were still wet. The expression on his face changed drastically, and his hand trembled for several times before reaching out, but he didn't know whether to touch him or not.

Finally, Chu Xiwei held Ye Fusheng's hand again, and felt the fingers back grip gently and forcefully, her teeth must be silent, and her bloodstained eyes were all red now, and she slowly burst into tears. It's raining.

A drop of hot tears fell on the back of Ye Fusheng's hand, and then one after another, causing him to wake up instantly from his somewhat dazed consciousness.

Children who say they can cry have candy. Chu Yao had been squeamish since he was a child, and when he cried beforehand, he could often wait until others followed his will, but when he became Chu Xiwei, he couldn't cry anymore.

Ye Fusheng was a little flustered, but didn't know what he should say, so he could only squeeze out a sentence: "How long did I sleep?"

"Seven days." These two words were as difficult as they were squeezed out of her throat. Chu Xiwei's voice was very soft, and she spoke slowly, "I took you out of the camp that night. It took two days. In an ambush with the chasing soldiers, I trek here for three days, and stayed here for one day and one night...for so long, you haven't awakened."

Seven days and seven nights, in pursuit of life and death, Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng were inseparable, but the latter did not even react at all. If it hadn't been for food and medicine and knowing to swallow, Chu Xiwei would have been crazy.

There was no extra expression on his face. He just lowered his head and put Ye Fusheng's left hand on his hot and humid cheek. His voice was hoarse: "I called you a thousand times, said a lot of things, you have a word Did not return to me... I thought you would not wake up."

Ye Fusheng's heart has just recovered, like spring mud melted into a mass of paste that does not distinguish each other.

He moved his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of Chu Xiwei's eyes. The other hand wrapped in zongzi barely supported the bed board and wanted to sit up. She was so scared that Chu Xiwei couldn't even bother crying. He pushed back on the bed.

At this moment, Ye Fusheng pressed the back of his head with his left hand, and took the person to his body along the way, sticking out his dry tongue from the heat, and licking it at the corner of Chu Xi's slightly moist eyes.

Chu Xiwei originally supported the bed board with one hand to avoid pressing him, but at this moment her body was stiff and frozen.

The heart that was beating wildly, suddenly calmed down under this gentle lick.

He didn't move, but Ye Fusheng's tongue had already slipped all the way, licking off the teardrops on his face, and prying open the mouth and teeth that had bitten the smell of blood.

Chu Xiwei finally reacted, holding up the nape of Ye Fusheng with her hand underneath, and fiercely opposed to the guest, entangled the dishonest tongue, wishing to swallow it, but always forced herself to put it at the critical point. Slow down gently.

Bitterness is the saltiness of tears drawn into the tip of the tongue, and sweetness is the fishy sweetness of saliva and blood.

No one is outdone, no one can bear to let go.

In the end, Chu Xiwei let go first. He raised his head and looked down at the little blood on Ye Fusheng's lips. His voice was still a little dumb: "What are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty, I have to kiss you to be comfortable." Ye Fusheng pillowed his palm, ignoring that he had handed the vitals between the fingers of others, and rubbed his arm with his head, his pale face A smile appeared, "A glass of water, or you will have another sip..."

Before he finished the molesting, his head returned to the pillow. Chu Xiwei didn't know whether he was anxious or ashamed. He hurriedly left the bed and went to the table to pour a glass of white water and warm it up with his palm. , And then carefully helped him up.

The faint white water passed through the throat, but brought out a full of mixed feelings, and told Ye Fusheng to truly know that he was alive.

Chu Xiwei originally watched him drink water eagerly, suddenly being hugged by this person, instinctively wanting to hug, and remembering the wound on the other's back, she had to force herself to let go of her hand, but at such a close distance, Ye Fusheng smelled the fishy odor and medicine smell on his body, and he could feel the bandage traces underneath with his left hand through his clothes. He felt it in his heart and felt the same. After pressing on the emptiness, he whispered in his ear: "Does it still hurt?" /

Chu Xiwei didn't say a word. He didn't like to say anything when his temper came up. Ye Fusheng couldn't help but coaxed a few words and didn't respond, so he had no choice but to hold the person honestly.

He was quiet, and Chu Xiwei finally moved. But seeing him lowering his head and rubbing against Ye Fusheng's neck, like a cat who had no choice but to find the nest, Ye Fusheng swallowed the sweet words full of search alive, almost choked on his back.

"You are scared of me, Master." Chu Xiwei raised her head, slightly tossed away, holding his face in both hands, and said seriously, "What do you want to do in the future, I can't stop you. Don’t stop you, there is only one thing, you must know..."

Ye Fusheng has a heart in his throat. He lowered his eyes to look at Chu Xiwei. It was obvious that this man put himself in an unprecedentedly disadvantaged position, but at this moment he felt like a negative feeling from this phrase. He was so heavy that he even forgot to breathe.

"Men have ambitions, be responsible for others, chivalrous people have righteousness, scholars have a way. Since ancient times, life and death have a dilemma. It is understandable that those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness die well, but..." Chu Xiwei smiled in a low voice, her eyes moistened slightly Redness, "Although I say'I have the luck, I have lost my life', but I never believe that the world only believes in you, naturally... I can't live without you."

After a pause, he lightly pressed Ye Fusheng's head on his shoulder, and said each word: "If you sleep forever this year, I will not live alone in the coming spring. If you really want to go one step first, go slowly. Point, wait for me to finish my funeral, and be with you."

Compared with Ye Fusheng's tongue and lotus, Chu Xiwei hasn't talked much, let alone any beautiful things.

Ye Fusheng suddenly sore his nose.

Since ancient times, heroes are not easy to die, because my generation regards them as home. Never waiting for life and death, there is no other than a dilemma.

The great chivalrous man serves the country and the people, and can die for the people of the world, but can he find someone who is willing to climb back from Jiuyou Huangquan?

The so-called coming from everywhere, going everywhere, coming to the end, is nothing more than a fall of leaves returning to its roots.

Ye Fusheng raised his head, staring into Chu Xiwei's eyes blankly, his ears seemed to have been blown by thunder ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and he couldn't ask at all in the morning and evening, and couldn't hear anything.

He just looked at Chu Xiwei, those pure and sincere eyes that have gone through the vicissitudes of life are still the same today. There is no unfathomable, no bewitching temptation in the eyes, only the shadow of Ye Fusheng is reflected, like the dark night sky. Suddenly there was a star dotted on the sky, not enough to illuminate the mountains and rivers, but it became Chang Geng Beichen.

Ye Fusheng's only movable left hand fell between Chu Xiwei's eyebrows, and slowly smoothed the frowning eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slowly bend up.

Fingers from the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes and nose, like a big river diverging into a small stream after a mountain range, gurgling, turning around for an unknown number of years and bumps, and finally stopped at the corner of Chu Xiwei’s mouth, raised a finger, and held it against it His lips.

Ye Fusheng bends a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his voice is gentle: "Don't say silly things, smile."

The white head was once worried about the youth, and time is not allowed to stay.

Nanke's dream is awake, and the yellow beam is empty and the white jade building is empty.

Is it impossible to be deeply affectionate?

I plan to keep the two wishes together and show my sorrow.