Xiao Gu Yijue

I do things step by step, I have always made decisions before moving, and I have been exhausted in calculations all my life. Since this life, I have become more and more free-wheeling in doing things. At the moment, my life is almost dead.

I was ashamed to show my embarrassment to others, and I didn't want Song Yijue to know the key, so I quietly appeared in the convoy, thinking to leave the lotus seeds to him as usual.

But he was not in the convoy, and two of his confidants were missing. I rested for a while, and followed the wind to find him.

I heard that those in power at the Southwest Base are in urgent need of force and supplies to defend the city, so they sent out invitations to invite wise men. However, most of the high-ranking people are greedy and insatiable. Conspiracies and tricks are surging in troubled times. I dare not bet on them.

And judging from previous contacts, this person has ulterior motives and has no regard for the welfare of the people. Once Song feels that he is going, it must be extremely dangerous.

I traveled day and night, arriving just in time for the banquet, but the southwest base was full of masters and heavily defended, so I didn't dare to act rashly.

Besides, I was dressed differently from others, so I had no choice but to disguise myself as a woman and sneak into the city.

Most of the people in the city describe them as haggard, but they all have jobs.

I walked among the streets and cities, lamenting that in the last days, human life is as insignificant as grass, but there is still a heart to live towards death.

Now that they have mixed into the city, they have lost a lot of obstacles, but if they want to retreat completely, they must find out the terrain and defense here, so as to create chaos at the right time.

So I plan to explore the inner city at night, hide in the dark, and quietly protect Song Yijue and his party.

Oh, boss, look at that...

I thought to myself, and when I heard the sound, I merged into the crowd quietly and disappeared quietly. If I saw Song Yijue at this time...

I thought about it, and couldn't help feeling a little headache.

Boss, that girl is so tall...

Qin Sheng couldn't help but uttered a word of shit, and turned to see Song Yijue frowning slightly, his eyes condensed with wind and frost.

I have been a counselor for seven years, and I haven't been to Jiewa for a long time.

I hid in a giant tree outside the inn. The giant tree had lush branches and vines, and there were countless poisonous spiders, large and small.

After I found that poisonous spiders always avoid me unconsciously, I decided to settle here.

Through the layers of branches, I found that Song Yijue opened the window very rarely. He seemed to have just finished taking a bath, and he was leaning on the bed by the window to read in a leisurely manner.

The brows and eyes traced by the light are cold and peaceful, and the corners of the lips are drawn away from the sharpness. He looks like an ordinary young man who is approachable.

He can always spare some time to read, and when he is reading, he will not look coldly at me. Sometimes I read with him, and occasionally he will stand beside me and watch me paint.

I am good at painting Danqing, and I especially love landscapes. I have only painted Song Yijue in the character chapter, but after he saw that painting, he treated me coldly for a long time.

I regretted it very much. I really shouldn't have painted such Meng Lang's paintings, so I seldom started to paint.

He read the book for a long time, and I read him for a long time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a woman knocking on Song Yijue's door with a box in her hand.

She is very beautiful, more beautiful than the lotus blooming in the cold pool.

Holding the two lotus seeds in my arms, I retreated quietly, hiding in the boundless night.

Duan Pingping opened the ink box in her arms, and there were three small ink ingots displayed in the box.

"Fleeing too hastily, I only brought a few pieces of ink, all from the Qianlong period."

She felt that Song Yijue's slightly disappointed expression was a bit strange, but the young man quickly calmed down, took the ink cartridge, nodded and said hard work.

"If you like, I still have some brushes made by old craftsmen."

Duan Pingping wrung her fingers, lowered her head, her delicate eyebrows were somewhat shy, and said in a low voice, taking it as a thank you for saving your life.

Yes, Song Yijue stuffed two crystal cores of level [-] zombies into Duan Pingping's hands, and said with a slightly dull expression on Duan Pingping's face, "I'll take as much as you want. As long as the quality is good, I'll give you one that satisfies you." price.

Ah good.

Ok.

The young man closed the door, Duan Pingping stood at the door, put the crystal nucleus in his mouth and bit it, speechless for a long time.

Yes, it is inhumane and very powerful.

I left the lotus seeds to Song Yijue, and spent the next few days hiding in the southwest base to recuperate.

I escaped from danger that day, and I was seriously injured. I was afraid that I might fail when the war came, so I tried to contact Song Yijue's confidantes, and told each other in secret, we must keep him safe.

It is said that there are no plans in the world, I have always allocated [-] points to the layout, and only give half of the points to luck, but this time my luck is very bad.

I didn't expect those two monsters to be so chasing after each other. When Song Yijue and I escaped from the sky and were exhausted, they seemed like divine soldiers descended into the world, and they caught me by surprise.

What I regret most now is not drawing that picture of Meng Lang, but giving the lotus seeds to Song Yijue in advance.

I have been extremely embarrassed and on the verge of death several times, only at this moment, I see the shining golden teacher in the blood that covers the sky and the sky.

I kept vomiting blood, I couldn't hold the sword tightly, I couldn't see my surroundings, I couldn't hear any sound, and my thoughts were chaotic.

But my teacher has always been strict with me, and never showed such a kind smile.

So I declined his extended hand without hesitation, and fell into the groggy darkness.

sir.

Baoshi stood outside the door with a confused expression.

The room was full of people, but no one spoke. The voice she heard was from the smoking woman.

The voice was rustling, and it was difficult to discern the content of the words.

The atmosphere suddenly became very oppressive, and Bao Shi quietly entered the door and stood behind everyone.

Song Yijue was sitting on the edge of the bed, the person in his arms was like a waterfall of blue hair, and his complexion was exquisite, like a bright water chestnut flower, the color of rouge fainted in the slightly rippling waves.

The man was obviously seriously injured. Song Yijue wanted to put him on the bed, but he kept vomiting blood when he moved.

There are large patches of blood on the neck and skirt.

Song Yijue didn't dare to move his body anymore, his face was expressionless, the muscles on his face were tense, and tiny twitches could be seen.

Boss.

The gentle little man suppressed his crying and wanted to say something, but the woman next to him shook her head at him, signaling silence.

Song Yijue's movements were very slow, the limp head slipped from his arms, and he straightened it again and again.

The man's breathing was already weak.

All the healing power users are there, but they can only repair his body, but his internal organs seem to be broken into a ball, no matter how much power is input, they can't arouse a trace of life.

Song Yijue reached out to touch his face, his hands were shaking, it seemed uncontrollable, he murmured first, and then everyone could hear what he said.

He said, Gu Xun, Gu Xun.

The little man's tears seemed to be opened by something, and they covered his cheeks in an instant.

Baoji looked at Song Yijue tremblingly and lowered his head to kiss the man's forehead, the corners of his eyes, and then his lips. He kissed his own mouth full of blood, but he didn't realize it.

all out.

The woman said that no one dared to stay, and Bao Shi was the same, she was very panic, she had never seen Song Yijue like this.

The convoy had been gloomy for several days, and no one dared to go to that room.

Qin Sheng and Cai Dian, who went to the southwest base with Song Yijue, also came back. They discussed making a tombstone for Gu Xun, but no one dared to ask Song Yijue what words he planned to engrave on it.

My name is Gu Xun.

I remember that I was going to die, and I saw my tutor, but I declined his invitation to go with me.

Before I died, I knew that I liked Song Yijue, but I didn't have time to say it, or I didn't want to tell him, because I felt that he was different from me. He liked women more, and he was looking forward to a life full of beautiful wives and sons, full of children and grandchildren.

I also had this kind of expectation, to grow old together with the person I like, and promise to be affectionate.

But the person I like doesn't care about me.

In my daze, I felt hot all over, very painful, but also very comfortable. There was an extra breath in my body that circulated back and forth, and I gradually gained strength.

When I opened my eyes, I thought I was dreaming.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain these scenes that only appear in dreams, I looked at him with some arrogance.

Song Yijue rode on me naked, his eyes were red, and he was doing things with an indifferent expression.

A thin layer of sweat is steaming on the young and well-proportioned body, and I know what kind of explosive power is hidden under the skin.

I couldn't help it, I touched it, Song Yijue was startled suddenly, his eyes were like lightning.

I shyly withdrew my hand.

Gu Xun, his expression was blank and his voice was hoarse. I have never seen him lose his composure since then.

Relax, you... you're pinching me so badly.

Afterwards I was beaten terribly, but most of them were skin wounds, and I was not easy to see. Song Yijue didn't hit me hard, but he was still very angry, but he didn't see me, but his expression was cold.

It's not easy for me to ask him if he is doing dual cultivation with me to save me, because every time I mention him, he walks away with a sullen face.

I can only lie on the bed and sigh.

When Song Yijue's confidantes came to visit me, they always had a face of worship. Qin Sheng told me that he had never seen Chief Song so amiable.

I was a little puzzled by his rhetoric, because this person has always been far-fetched.

I stayed here to recuperate, and Song Yijue and his confidants would disappear for a few days from time to time. Half a month later, I was stationed in the Southwest Base with the convoy. I thought that those days when he disappeared was because he was competing with several forces for this place.

Most of my wounds have healed, and seeing the fine weather, I was so happy that I flew over the city wall within a few ups and downs.

Looking far away, the scenery is panoramic, and the wind is blowing. I stand with my hands behind my back, feeling a bit dazed.

Song Yijue stood beside me at some point, his eyes were clear, his expression was cold, his lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something.

What, I asked him with a smile.

He didn't answer, he grabbed my shoulder, bowed his head, and kissed me deeply

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