Sealing Sword: Fan Wai 4 (Part 2)·Xie Quchunfeng’s resignation to his old friend (ten)
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Three years later, He Lianyu wore a silver mask and walked on the mountain road. The Poyun Sword on his back was hung with a string of bone wind chimes, which clinked when it shook.
Since that day, there has been no Mu Qingshang and Mu Yan'an.
He changed back to Helianyu again. He has grown into a man with a weak crown. He is quite tall. He put on a white coat and **** his long hair high and high. When he took a self-portrait, he reflected in the mirror. Not himself, but the person who has been dead for three years.
Unfortunately, when he took off the mask and showed his wicked eyebrows, no matter how cold and extraordinary he was, he fell into the dust, violating him to the point of irony.
"It's not like you how to learn. It's not fun." He shook his head helplessly, and smashed the mirror.
At the moment, he was walking right in front of him, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, his face was light, and the spring breeze hit his face, slightly cold.
Qingyue's female voice came from the top of her head: "Ah Shang, why are you dressed up like this again... Ah, sorry, you have admitted the wrong person."
He Lianyu raised his head and saw a crimson pendulum between the blooming magnolia trees, half of his face was exposed under the snow-white flowers, but unfortunately it is not as beautiful as the flowers. On the contrary, the magnolia flowers make her not cold enough. The muscles and bones, fortunately, the delicate brows contain atmosphere, which is not ugly.
Helianyu smiled lazily and stretched out his hand to ask: "Since you have admitted your mistake, please return the thing to me."
The woman has a lively and weird personality. She threw the mask back to his hand, folded her palms together, and blinked her eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I was hit by you, it's dirty..." Helianyu rubbed the mask for a while, put the mask on his face, and suddenly flew onto the flower tree, bending his claws toward the woman's throat. Based on his skills today, he was considered to be a good one, but unexpectedly the woman escaped from his fingers before she could let her hair out, and fell on the other end of the branch like a stunned shadow, even the flowers and leaves did not tremble. It seems as light as a Hongyu.
"Why are you so bad-tempered?" The woman held her hand on the hilt of her waist, her eyes narrowed, "I have already apologized for a small misunderstanding, but you are still aggressive. Not generous."
The corners of Helianyu’s mouth curled under his mask: "The most generous people die first, because they don’t know how to cut grass and roots, and they have a lot of burden in their eyes, so they will be killed sooner or later."
Speaking, he pulled out the Poyun Sword with his backhand, and pointed at the woman’s throat from a distance: "But if you obediently let me chop off that hand, and tell me who you just recognized me as, I will Don't kill you."
The woman swept her gaze on the sword and sneered: "You are not worthy of this sword if you measure it like this."
While talking, she drew out the black long knife, the carved swan goose almost fluttered out, as if the feathered bird was about to soar into the sky, stunning the mountains and rivers.
The smile on He Lianyu's face is a bit cold.
Three years is enough to make a person's bones decay and turn into ashes, and it is also enough to make some things become scars on his heart, such as the scales of a dragon, which will cause death when touched.
He got the Poyun Sword, but this sword didn't accept him. It might not be as good as a kitchen knife for cutting melons and meat.
At the beginning, everyone thought he was inferior to Mu Qingshang, and even this sword looked down on him. Now any woman has the courage to say that he is unworthy.
He narrowed his eyes, touched the bone wind chimes on the hilt, and smiled softly: "Oh? Try it."
The moment the swords collided, the killing intent on the magnolia tree was vertical and horizontal. The two of them not only fought weapons, but also fisted together, but this woman turned out to be a natural divine power, and she did not fade when she resisted the Helian Yujin pendant. It's just that the corners of the lips are slightly red, but the knife skills are even sharper.
Helian Yu was slightly surprised.
In the past three years, he and Helian have had their faces and hearts different, and the forces in charge of the secret door of the Soul Burial Palace have been compared with them. I don’t know how much blood of a self-proclaimed hero, but it’s a rare encounter. Such a quick skill.
The woman's internal strength and moves are not as good as him, but her body is too fast, so that every time He Lianyu tears only an afterimage, and from beginning to end, she actually drifted up and down the flower tree, as brisk as Catching cats and dogs.
With a cold heart, Helianyu returned the sword into its sheath, changed his palms into parallel fingers, and was about to reach the woman's blade when he heard a short flute sound.
The sound of the flute was too fast and too urgent, as if it was just a broken sound when the air was broken, but it was like thunder that blew in the ears and roared. In an instant, the eyes were clear, and the knife and fingers were turned away.
He Lianyu has never heard such an unpleasant flute sound in his life, but the internal power contained therein cannot be underestimated. He squeezed the corner of his mouth, avoiding the long knife that the woman caught, and flew down on the top of the tree. , Stepping on the trembling branches and leaves, looking back, ready to see who caught up to the door to find death.
At just that glance, his expression changed, and all the laughter and irony faded away with the blood in an instant, and the solidification was exactly the same as the silver sculpture mask. If it weren't for the tightening of the eye pupils, it would have condensed into another mask.
At the end of the path is an old horse with a bleak coat. While walking slowly, he lowered his head to eat the flowers and plants on the side of the road, very leisurely. Sitting on the horseback is a Taoist leader, his robe is strewn in black and white, his hair covered in black hair is pulled up in a simple and neat updo by an ebony hairpin, and he is holding a pipe of bamboo, but unfortunately he is shattered by internal force.
His face is very pale, like a dead person who has been frozen for several years. He has almost no vitality, his eyes are cold, his temperament is cold, his lips are pale and bloodless, like a thin blade, the only bright color is A cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, as if lit a spark in the ice and snow.
He Lianyu's heart was shocked at that moment, as if the stagnant water in the same pool was suddenly turbulent, turning all the past affair over to the sea, but before he could stabilize the sail, he was already preempted.
"A Shang!" The woman returned the scabbard, picked a white magnolia with morning dew with her hand, her toe was a little bit on the flower branch, and she fell behind Dao Chang's body in a blink of an eye, and she reached out and hugged him.
She has crooked eyebrows and smiles to please: "This flower is beautiful, I will give it to you."
The Daoist was originally watching He Lianyu, but when he heard the words, he turned his head, released the woman's hand on his waist, and said indifferently: "Make trouble, make trouble."
"Yes, my fault, I don't dare anymore." She spread her hand, and the magnolia flower trembling slightly between her fingers, like He Lianyu's shaky body at this time.
He was almost unsteady. The only eyes that showed the mask looked at the man greedily, and opened his mouth ardently, but it was a pity that there was something blocked in his throat, and there was no sound after all.
What he wants to shout is, Master.
The sound couldn't be heard, but the man slowly raised his head as if he had a sharp heart.
He glanced at He Lianyu, just a calm look, and said to the woman: "Shen Liu, let me come to you, let's go."
The woman changed her posture, sat upside down, lazily leaning on his back, and said: "Okay, you have to slow down, don't turn me down."
The Taoist commander reined his horse and turned around. At this time, He Lianyu finally said: "This Taoist commander...what is called?"
The Taoist head turned his head, his voice drifted with the breeze, cold and indifferent, and there was no ups and downs: "Pan Dao is clear."
"The Daoist and I are really alike. No wonder this girl will admit the wrong person, but she is rude." Helianyu smiled slightly, his hands behind him were clenched into fists, and the nails were cut. , Stuck in flesh and blood.
He turned his face faster than a book. The woman curled her lips and didn't say anything. She touched He Lianyu's clear gaze and said, "Since it is a misunderstanding, we can solve it. It's just because of the misunderstanding. , He started to be ruthless and ruthless, so there is no room for this, it is not a gentleman's doing, I hope to consider it."
Helian Yuqing couldn't help laughing: "The Daoist... is very similar to someone I know. Both like to be nosy and preach."
Duan Qing was indifferent, but the woman behind him poked her head out and asked, "Where is that person?"
"It's dead." He Lianyu looked clear, and the corners of his mouth straightened a little bit, and said each word, "I killed it by myself. The bones and clothes are buried under my bed. It is convenient to go to the grave, and there is no trouble in burying together. ."
After a pause, he "heh" said: "However, seeing Dao Master looks so like him, I almost thought that the man who had scammed his corpse came to me to claim my life... It seems that I should go back and drive. The coffin digs out the pile of rotten bones and takes a look to see if there is any rest lying there."
The curiosity on the woman's face turned cold, and her voice turned cold: "The deceased is dead, and the great grievances should also be let go. Don't you fear retribution if you do this?"
"Want me to get retribution? Okay, he came to do it himself, I am very happy." He Lianyu stared at Duanqing, his eyes seemed to peel off his clothes inch by inch, seeing the heart and soul inside," said Long, what do you think?"
Duanqing took the reins: "Not so."
"In such a hurry to leave, it seems that Dao Chief dislikes me very much." He Lianyu's fingers slowly bend and stretch, and he is extremely distressed. "But I am overjoyed when I see my prowess... Why don't you go with me, the chief Taoist, okay?"
Before the words fell, he flew over, clasping his five fingers to Duanqing's left shoulder, and saw the black long knife coming with a sheath, blocking Duanqing's shoulder, Helianyu turned his claws into palms on the sheath. With one shot, his fingers were not broken, his eyes were suddenly scarlet, and the corners of his mouth chewed and smiled: "Bitch, what is your name?"
"Gu Qifang, it's your aunt's grandmother!" With a clang, the long knife was out of its sheath, and the woman pressed Helianyu's neck, "Keep away from him, get out!"
The blade cut a line of light red on Helianyu's neck. He ignored him, but looked at it clearly, and his voice was a little dumb: "You come back with me... OK?"
Duan Qing just flicked his fingers, gently shaken off Gu Qifang's blade, without looking at him, reined in his horse, turned around, and said: "It's meaningless to entangle, go."
This is a mountain path, with lush vegetation and misty fog in the early morning. The old horse carrying two people slowly disappeared in front of him. From start to finish, Duan Qing never looked back, and He Lianyu did not follow him closely. Home.
He has been watching Duan Qing's back figure drifting away, and his soul is drawn by the invisible thread, but he can't take a step under his feet, as if this short distance is separated by an invisible chasm.
One step is far away.
The cool spring breeze blew softly on his face, faintly with the fragrance of flowers and trees, but He Lianyu felt cold.
He suddenly remembered that when he saw Mu Qingshang at the beginning of the year, it was the bleak autumn wind, but it brought him so much warmth and support.
The autumn wind has not come here, and the spring is cold and cold. Looking back at how many smoke incidents were, the wind had disappeared to this moment.
He Lianyu could see clearly, and he turned around without hesitation. He already told him a word--
The old things are too numerous to count, the past cannot be pursued.
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