Can't say.

33.

His lips were pale from blood loss, and the white bedding was stained with dirty blood.

He began to refuse to eat, but he really couldn't eat.He could think of nothing else to give him, nothing else to save him.

He was lying on his side on the bed, smiling lightly and lightly.

Three days later, Bie Hui angrily pushed open the door and asked him, "What are you doing!"

"I'm waiting to die." He replied calmly, still smiling provocatively like the spring breeze in March, "I have nothing to give you." He cut his wrist again, letting the black and purple blood Dripping all over the floor, "Look, I can't save him."

His smile gradually deepened with joy, "I'm going to die." He said, "So, in the end, please leave me alone?" He begged so lightly, without the long-standing caution in his tone.

His apprentice, his lover.

34.

With trembling lips, "...Okay."

He looked at the back of the child who turned and left, clear and upright.

The strong arc collapsed, his eyes filled with water, as if weeping, he tried his best to keep his figure in his eyes and heart, he wanted to see him smile again, that way, he would die without regret.

But, it was impossible, he gave him all the smiles, leaving him nothing.

He is also tired.The toxin eroded his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly for a long time.

goodbye my baby

He wants to tell him, in fact, I still love you very much, in fact, I really want you to be by my side, not for a long time, just for a while, you stay quietly by my side, accompany me to leave quietly, for a while OK, just a moment.

He looked at the chicken soup he had boiled with his own hands on the table, it was leftover.If it was in the past, he must have drunk it with joy.Now, he is powerless, he has not eaten for a long time, and he depends on the thousand-year-old ginseng to hang his life. He can no longer afford a little bit of stimulation, let alone such a greasy chicken soup.

I am sorry.

He murmured softly, but saw a pair of pure white brocade boots. After a moment of panic, he raised his eyelashes.His wrist was held in someone else's hand, and he wanted to raise his hand to smooth his frowning.

"You're going to die."

"Yeah." He smiled and nodded to Bie Hui, curling his fingers in his palm, "I'm going to die."

He dropped his wrists, got up and left.

"Can you...can you come and see me every day?" Finally, he couldn't hold back, he asked his Huier, "...forget it." He paused while watching his footsteps, and then Quickened the pace to leave.

He will not come.He won't be coming back.What he hates the most is my appearance.Nothing better than forcing them to death.

I love you so much.

Like that, love you like that.

35.

Must be very disappointed.

He looked at the intersection of light and shadow on the collapsed bed.

Master looks like this, you must be very disappointed.

Huier.

36.

"Master."

He heard someone calling him softly from the bedside.

"Master."

He opened his eyes, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"Pavilion Master, let's go back, shall we?"

He called him: Pavilion Master.

He said: Let's go back.

He asked him: okay?

His eyes moved from the side of the dark couch to the dark ceiling.

Very slowly, very slowly nodded.

it is good.

He said.

Then unload all the energy in your body.

I can no longer resist the piercing pain.

I am leaving.

He said.

Goodbye.

I am leaving.

I'm not coming back.

this life.

Will never come back again.

37.

He was taken back to Qingshan to recuperate by the congregation, and that Hui'er who was not loved by him guarded his bedside every day and night.

He slowly woke up and saw him coming over with Kun Huang in his hands.

"Yuchiyang sold this sword and exchanged it for Shui Xindan."

"He gave it very simply, without any nostalgia."

"Master, he's probably a sage, the kind who doesn't get caught off guard."

"Anything you hold in front of him, no matter what it is, he doesn't bother to take it."

"I heard that his elder brother treated him very badly and didn't take him seriously at all, but you see, he likes it like this."

"So, Master, why bother?"

"Why bother? I cherish you so much, but you don't mean me at all."

Qing Shanjun lay on his side, his shoulders trembling.

"Hui'er..." He raised his hand strenuously to caress the top of his hair, "Hui'er..."

38.

Bie Qingshan seems to have completely forgotten the Bie Hui at the bottom of the mountain, he began to give all his tenderness to this Qingshan Jun, and gave Qingshan Jun all the favor he thought he had exhausted long ago.

"Hi'er?"

Qingshan Jun was staring blankly at his master, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you in a daze? Are you too tired from practicing?" Bie Qingshan came over and brushed the dust off Qingshan Jun's robe.

"Ah, no, I'm not tired, Master." Qingshan Jun cherishes this tenderness that may dissipate at any time.

"I'll take you down the mountain tomorrow, okay?" Bie Qingshan patted his head.

Qingshan Jun is half a head taller than Bie Qingshan, but he is still short and let Bie Qingshan rub his hair.

"Okay, of course."

39.

On this day at the foot of the mountain, Bie Qingshan and Mr. Qingshan got separated.

When Lord Qingshan found Bie Qingshan, he saw his master coming out of the alley holding Kun Huang, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

"Master?"

"Hui'er?" Bie Qingshan blinked, "I found you, Huier." He hugged Qingshan Jun into his arms, and took his hand after a while, "Let's go, let's go home."

"Master..." Qingshan Jun knew that this was abnormal, it was wrong, but he didn't want to find the answer.

"Ok?"

"Let's go home."

40.

The days of peace and tranquility are always short, don't hide the fact that those things brought down the mountain have played a role, Wangcheng dispatched troops to surround the foot of the green hill, ready to swarm up.

"Hui'er, what's the matter?"

"Master..." Qingshan Jun frowned, and then opened the deep river between his brows, "It's okay, Master, this disciple can handle it well."

41.

There was a lot of people down the mountain.

Bie Qingshan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dark crowd in the distance, the breath of blood and metal kneaded together, spanned more than five hundred feet, and clearly penetrated into Bie Qingshan's nasal cavity.

"Hui'er, why did you treat Master like this?" He clings to the handle, "Hui'er, Master has already admitted his mistake, let Master go, okay?"

He lifted his sword and flew down from the strange rock on Duanwang Cliff, "Don't be obscurant! I don't owe you what Qingshan owes you! I will definitely pay you back!"

His roar was weak and pale, and there was no response at all.

Bie Hui is not here, Bie Hui is not here at all, he is sitting in a water pavilion ten miles away, hugging him.

42.

"Master."

Bie Qingshan's Tsing Yi was already stained with blood, but a bright smile appeared on his pale face.

He watched Kun Huang stab into the chests of one person after another, and the blood line drew an arc under the blue sky with the movement of drawing the sword.

He heard someone calling him, his hands paused, and was suddenly stabbed into the shoulder blade by someone from behind. He staggered two steps forward indifferently, then jumped up and turned around to chop off the man's head.

"Hui'er?" He squinted his eyes slightly under the bright sunlight, watching Qingshan Jun break through the crowd and stand beside him, "What's wrong?" He asked him.

"Master, let's go, as long as you are still alive, Qingshan will not fall." Qingshan Jun held the crusade in his strong hand, "Master, the shadows are waiting for you in the newly dug secret passage."

"Hui'er...you are Qingshan Lord..." Bie Qingshan slowly caressed Qingshan Jun's face amidst the sound of fighting, "Hui'er, to be an excellent Qingshan Lord?" He Looking at Jun Qingshan with a questioning tone, "You will definitely promise Master, right?"

"Master..." The sun was humming, Qing Shanjun was trembling, "Master, my name is Xi He, Master..."

"Good peace, good peace." Bie Qingshan suddenly exerted strength, threw Qingshan Jun into the air, then stepped on the shoulders of the people around him and rose into the air, hitting the sole of Qingshan Jun's feet with his palm, "Good peace! and!"

43.

Bie Qingshan looked at Xi He as he flew away slowly like a swallow.Only then did he lower his eyes to look at the soldiers who surrounded him and stared at him.

"Why didn't you move?" Bie Qingshan raised the sword, his hands trembling, his lips were pale and his face was ruined.

"Mr. Qingshan is really good at kung fu." The soldier stepped aside, still pointing at Bieqingshan with the gleaming spear point, a man in a blue shirt came over clapping his hands.

"I am no longer Lord Qingshan." Bie Qingshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

"Oh? Really." The visitor was slightly surprised, and then smiled, "It's okay, it's okay..." He paused, and raised Bie Qingshan's thin jaw, which was sluggish on the ground, with his fingertips. "I said you are, you are."

Bie Qingshan was so happy that he vomited a mouthful of blood, and said intermittently: "Haha...you say yes...you are so...so big. .....What a great skill..."

44.

In the end, it probably angered people. When Bie Qingshan woke up from the swaying prison car, he felt pain in every part of his body.

"Little brother, I'm thirsty." Bie Qingshan blinked his eyes slowly, his eyes fixed on the water bag in the hand of the soldier driving the prison cart.

The soldier glanced back at him and drank the last drop of water.

Bie Qingshan hooked his toe and kicked out a stone, which hit the back of the head.

"Mr. Qingshan is recovering well?" The blue-shirted man rushed to look for bad luck.

"not bad."

"I hope you will be doing well in the future."

45.

When the red iron was printed on the skin, Bie Qingshan clearly smelled the smell of barbecue, and felt very hungry, so when the salt water poured down, he opened his mouth and took two mouthfuls, barely full, and at the same time Thank the cell boss for not entertaining him with pepper water.

"Mr. Qingshan, how are you doing recently?"

Ever since he entered this dark place, Bie Qingshan never lay down, let alone had a good sleep.Every day, he was suspended in the air by chains, and he couldn't eat or drink well.

"Not good." His voice was already hoarse.

"Then I asked you the question, have you thought it through?"

"Problem?" Bie Qingshan raised his head with difficulty, "What's the problem?" He shook his head with difficulty, "I can't remember, I can't remember."

"Why can't you remember?"

"Too hungry, too thirsty, too tired to remember..."

46.

Bie Qingshan forgot many things, but when the child stood in front of him, he suddenly woke up.

"Hui'er..." He still called Yu Chiyang that way.

"Master..." he heard Yu Chiyang calling him like this.

Later, I couldn't hear clearly.

It was nothing more than asking him about the location of the Qingshan Forbidden Area, the newly repaired secret road route, and the institution where His Excellency buried the book.

But he couldn't remember, couldn't remember.

He had agreed not to come back, but he was forced to appear in front of his Hui'er in such embarrassment.

"Hui'er..." His vitality was finally exhausted, he only felt light and light, except for his heavy heart.

"Hui'er..." He still persistently murmured repeatedly, even though no sound came out of his throat.

"Hi'er..."

I know how to save your brother.

From now on, you should be safe and happy, and live a long life.

When the master is not by your side, don't fight fiercely.

If someone bullies you, tell the master, and the master will teach him for you.

Hui'er will be with your elder brother, be safe and happy, and live a long life.

47.

When Xi He opened the cell door and hugged the already inhuman thing tightly, tears fell down.

"Master, master, master, Huier is here to pick you up, Huier is here to take you home, Huier is here, Huier is here, Huier is here to pick you up..."

It should be said that Qingshan's life should not be terminated or that the disaster will last for a thousand years, or else, the heavens think that his suffering in this life is not enough, and it is not enough to die.

"Xi He...it's Xi He..."

The sun, another sun, he always likes to give the sun a dark name, but the sun always shines.

"Master, master, Huier is late, master, master, don't blame Huier, master, master will accompany Huier, right, master, Huier is late, Huier is late, late It's..."

Bie Qingshan was very happy, he looked at the disciple who was not favored by him since he was a child, and cried like his dark son.

"Xi He..." He seemed unable to even blink, "Xi...He..."

"Master, Master..."

48.

The torch first ignited the straw, then spread to the dead branches, then the solid wooden bed, and finally licked Bie Qingshan's robe.

Xi He stood in the downwind place, the smoke made his tears flow, but he remained motionless, holding a letter in his hand, which was written to him by Bie Qingshan.

Of course, it might not be for him.

49.

The beginning of the letter reads "Hui'er", and the content of the letter is only four words: the ashes are used as medicine.Signed: Qingshan.