How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

When I caught up with Shui Fengqing on the way home, it was actually Shui Fengqing who couldn't walk anymore.

He really couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a good rest, but after coming out of the mountain gate, he ran towards the depths of the Thirteen Peaks.Until the end, there was really no strength left under his feet, and he sat directly on the ground.At this time, the unhealthy wound burst open, and the Taoist robe, which was already sloppy, turned into red at this time.

The wind blows the remaining snow on the trees, but it is actually not that cold, it is already the end of winter.Five, nine, six, nine, looking at willows along the river, now six or nine have counted the past few days...how many days?Shui Fengqing tilted her head and thought for a while, but couldn't remember.Running towards Jianmen while running away from the right way to chase and kill, a day was as long as a year, and he couldn't remember how long it had passed.

The face seemed to be blown by the white-haired wind from Cangji Pass again, it was a scene of wind wrapped in snow, everywhere was covered with white snow and nothing could be seen.At this time, the wind with fine snowflakes hit the face, but it was only brought up by the hem of the clothes on the way home.

There was nothing behind Shui Fengqing to lean on, so he simply lay down on the ground and looked up at the sky.On the way back, Wen walked over, but the first thing that caught his eyes was his sword blade.

Then there is a corner of the black skirt.He laughed, shifted his gaze slightly, and met Shang Wen's cold eyes on his way home.He blinked and looked at the way back, and stretched out his hand to push the tip of the sword away.Ask him about the way home, without saying a word, as if to give him the last time.He suddenly felt a little dissatisfied, and looked at Wen Guitu's eyes that were so calm that they seemed to be lifeless, and suddenly raised his hand and lifted the hem of Wen Guitu's clothes.

Asking Returning Road frowned and immediately took a step back. Of course he was wearing pants in such a cold winter, Shui Fengqing lay on the ground and laughed, looking up at Asking Returning Road while laughing:

"Eldest brother, hahaha, elder brother, you are wearing white underneath!"

Asked about the way home but didn't speak, just looked at him with no expression on his face and didn't speak.So Shui Fengqing couldn't laugh anymore, she just looked into the eyes asking about the way home:

"Eldest brother, I have already said that you should smile more, you look good when you smile. You can't always keep a straight face just because you practice sword art, people will become stupid after a long time."

Asking about the way home frowned again, and was about to say something, but Shui Fengqing smiled at him, and said like a baby: "Senior brother, I'm in pain."

"..."

"Those people in the main hall today," he seemed to have endless grievances, his voice was weak, "Why are they here... Brother, I was almost beaten to death by their subordinates along the way."

He was still silent on the way home, so Shui Fengqing stretched out his hand to lift his clothes again: "Brother, why don't you speak?"

"You did a good deed yourself, don't you know?" Asked another step back on the way home, didn't even look at the clear water, just clenched his sword tightly.

silence.

Then the point of the sword that asked about the way back moved to his eyes again, but Shui Fengqing suddenly laughed:

"Brother, if you have nothing urgent, can you accompany me to Guixu Cliff? I really have no strength."

Guixu Cliff?Asking about the way home is a bit puzzled, that is the place where he often goes to practice swords, but Shuifengqing seldom goes there.However, he still nodded, perhaps with the idea of ​​fulfilling his last wish.He put away his sword, and carried Shui Fengqing on his back.I don't know what was in Shui Fengqing's arms, and it hit his back.He frowned slightly, but Shui Fengqing didn't seem to notice it, just leaning his head on his shoulder.

He didn't say a word when he asked about the way home, he just carried Shui Fengqing on his back, and practiced lightness kung fu under his feet, and walked on the clouds and snow to Qianji Peak.Shui Fengqing didn't speak, so he was as silent as a mute.

I don't know how much better the skill of returning home than Shui Fengqing, and he reached the foot of Qianji Peak in almost a moment.At this time, the iron chain leading to Guixu Cliff was completely frozen by the cold wind, and asked if he should put down the water on the way home, but he heard him laugh helplessly:

"Brother, do you think I still have the strength to climb up?"

He paused for a while, and was about to continue to say something, but he was already carrying him on the way home, holding the iron chain on the rock wall with one hand, and using the rock wall with his toes, he went towards the top of the cliff.

Shui Fengqing only felt the howling wind in his ears, which made his ears hurt from the cold.At this time, he finally felt that he had some vitality, and realized that the thing in his arms was painful.He moved behind his back on the way home, as if he had taken out something.

Guixu Cliff is the highest point of Qianji Peak, and the iron chain is ten feet long, but fortunately, the skill of returning home is high enough, and it can be regarded as a familiar road. Even a big living person with Shui Fengqing on his back can quickly walk to the top of Guixu Cliff .

After standing still, he put down Shui Fengqing.The latter seemed to have finally recovered a bit, stretched out his hand to support the big bluestone next to the old pine, looked at the way back and laughed:

"Eldest brother, I know, you often practice sword here."

Asked on the way home if he didn't know what he was talking about, Shui Fengqing patted the big rock:

"You like to stand on the east side, look down at the abyss, and then look up into the distance for a long time. When you have the sword intent, you suddenly draw your sword..."

When asked about the way back, he frowned slightly, looking very puzzled.Why does Shui Fengqing know this?

So Shui Fengqing looked at him and laughed: "Brother, you don't know, when you practice swords, I will actually secretly hide behind the big blue stone and peek at you."

Asking about the way home seemed a little dazed, apparently he had never noticed it before.So Shui Fengqing laughed again, suddenly laughed very loudly, and seemed to be unable to stop, even tears came out of the laugh.On the way home, he suddenly felt unspeakably flustered, but suddenly saw a trace of blood oozing from the corner of Shui Fengqing's mouth!

"You?..." He suddenly panicked for some reason, but Shui Fengqing suddenly reached out and drew his sword.Startled on the way home, almost subconsciously drew the sword out of its sheath, and stabbed out with the momentum of the sword.Shui Fengqing didn't block it, instead he stood where he was, allowing the sword of Asking Returning Way to stab into his heart.

……Why?Warm blood splashed onto Wenguitu's face, and he suddenly realized that although Shui Fengqing drew his sword fast, there was no sword wind at all, that is to say, he had not used his internal strength at all.

But why?

"Ask about the way home!" He raised his head abruptly, and after asking about the way home, he saw clearly that there was a scar on the corner of Shui Fengqing's lips, it might be the marks left by the fist fight, but he hadn't noticed it all the time.Looking at the bloodstains, he suddenly became more confused, and suddenly remembered that when he carried Shui Fengqing on his back, the weight didn't seem like a person with light body skills at all... Could it be that he didn't really use his internal strength at this time?

Before he could figure out the way back, Shui Fengqing looked into his eyes with a sad smile on his face:

"You...don't believe me at all."

The scabbard fell to the ground, but he took out a small and exquisite white jade pendant from his sleeve, which was a jade cicada imitating the Eight Swords of Han Dynasty.The meaning of this thing is actually very unlucky, but I like it on the way home, and I don't know where Shui Fengqing got one.

The sword was still on his chest, but Shui Fengqing didn't seem to know the pain at all, he just looked at the way back, with unwillingness and resentment in his eyes:

"Why do I think you believe me?"

The blade must have pierced his heart, but he didn't feel any pain, only cold.The cold wind from the entire Guixu Cliff seemed to drill into the meridians along this sword wound, even though three meridians were abolished and three bones were broken, he never felt so cold——

"Ask about the way back." He gripped the jade pendant tightly, and with a sudden wave of his hand, threw the jade cicada into the abyss under the Guixu Cliff.The movement was too big, and the sword on the way back left a bloody wound just like that.On the way home, he was startled, blood was sprayed all over his head, face and body.Shui Fengqing didn't seem to be surprised, and slowly backed away a few steps, looking at Wen Wen's astonished expression on the way home:

"If I really did that? Should I abolish my martial arts and drive me out of the sect? Ask the chief, do you want to clean up the sect? Do you want to break my meridians and abolish my martial arts?

"You don't have to do it, I'll do it myself."