Jiuhuai

"Send you here, let's go up the mountain quickly."

Song En stopped, let go of his hand, his heart sank, and he grabbed the corner of the man's clothes again.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Have you really met Yingbu?"

Song En has been circling around in Zhaoshi's sentence "he is a man of King Jingning" these days, so he took this opportunity to ask tentatively once, seeing Shen Yanqi's hesitant expression, he suddenly understood, he raised his hand and rubbed it. Rubbing the other person's hair, he calmed down with a soft tone.

"I don't want to say it."

"He's still alive, that's Kuangji in Jiuhuai."

Shen Yanqi blurted out with a feverish mind, and Song En froze, as if recalling the first time he met Lian Cheng, the other party had a clear and fearless expression. Now that he thinks about it, it is indeed a bit suspicious, he watched in silence. Focusing on Shen Yanqi, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, he was stunned for a while, and squeezed out three words from his lips stiffly.

"Thank you."

After a pause, he hugged Shen Yanqi tightly again, as if wanting to integrate him into his flesh and blood. Shen Yanqi had difficulty breathing, so he struggled to push Song En away, and the man let go of his hand. The gloomy face finally brought some warmth, Shen Yanqi blushed and turned her head away, and asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

"Although we have only known each other for half a month, but we have been together day and night these days, thank you for protecting me..."

"En." Song En responded in a low voice, with an unconcealable gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes, Shen Yanqi was a little at a loss, wanted to ask Song En how he felt about him, and looked forward to Song En's affirmative answer, but there was something sweet and stuck in his throat .

"do you have……"

"Yes, you, the future will be long." Song Engu interrupted himself, and put the bone flute Qingshan into Shen Yanqi's hands. The other party raised his head, looked into his eyes stubbornly, and said seriously.

"Then I wait for you."

Song En nodded, Guzi walked eastward, Shen Yanqi quietly watched Song En's figure drifting away, then couldn't help it anymore, bowed suddenly and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He is already weak in body and bones, after going down the mountain, no matter how much he recuperates, he will not be able to survive the next three years.

Shen Yanqi knew that his fate was approaching, but when he thought of Song En's "the future is long", he laughed foolishly. He took away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and strutted his body to go deep into the mountain forest. A male voice groaned intermittently in the wind .

"The cold star falls every year...Looking at the star in the north last year, who is the cold star this year..."

The four walls of the dilapidated hut leaked air. He folded his hands by the fire and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He faintly felt a thin thread on his finger. When he listened carefully, he heard the sound of very light and fast footsteps not far away. He opened his eyes suddenly. With eyes closed on the long line, he held Yajiu and stood up.

Yang Chuanhua kicked open the wooden door and stared at him coldly with a long sword in his hand. Song En narrowed his eyes and smiled, but said frivolously.

"Brother is really persistent."

"No need to talk too much, today must be your death day."

"You never listen to what I say, and you don't believe it." Song En took a step back without leaving a trace, and did not intend to confront Yang Chuanhua with swords, but the other party approached step by step, raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

"Didn't you kill the three disciples of Fengchen Temple?"

"No."

"You never defected from the division?"

"Never."

Yang Chuanhua swung his sword every time he said a word, and he responded without hesitation, trying his best to see the shadow of the opponent's sword clearly. Crow Nine flew out.

"Practice the forbidden technique, compose the evil song "Dementor", and establish the sect of impermanence. At that time, I just thought that you would not do evil things and it was tolerable, but what happened to you later? Deviate from the Dao heart, and waste my wholehearted expectation of you!"

With a hook of Song En's finger, Qiansi entangled Yajiu who was not far away and brought it back to his hand. He laughed lowly, with a helpless and doting tone.

"You are right."

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

He opened his eyes in a daze, his pupils gradually focused, and only then did he see clearly the distressed look of the child in front of him. The other party brought the rabbit in his arms close to his eyes, and smiled happily.

"I got it out of the trap."

"It's time to go back."

While Song En squatted down to let go of the rabbit, he raised his hand to pick up the leaves from the other party's hair, and swept the dust off the man's body.The child subconsciously closed his eyes and looked again, the little rabbit had already jumped back to the bushes.

"Senior brother, my finger dust sword is about to be forged. What name do you think sounds nice?"

He kept silent with a cold face, turned his head and walked towards the Taoist temple, the child hurriedly followed and asked irritatingly.

"Brother, what do you think is delicious for lunch, I don't want to see carrots and cabbage anymore."

"Brother, I kind of want to raise a rabbit..."

"Brother, tell me something, I'm afraid you've been devoured by monsters..."

"Brother..."

"Shut up." He said in a cold voice without looking sideways. He took two steps forward but found that Song En hadn't followed. He stopped and looked back. The child stared angrily with two cheeks puffed out, just like a little squirrel.

"I asked you and you still yelled at me if you didn't speak! I'm going to tell Master."

As soon as the words fell, Song En made a gesture with tears in his eyes, and looked at him with dissatisfaction and resentment. His heart was a little messed up, but he sighed helplessly, and walked over to hold the child's left hand.

"Of course you have to name your own sword. Yesterday Master said that we would eat steamed stuffed buns for lunch today. If you want to raise rabbits, you must first understand yourself..."

Song En nodded half-understood, happily said, "You're right", paused, and called "Brother" in a nonchalant manner, he half-closed his eyes rather helplessly, his attitude was still a bit tough, his tone But it softened a lot.

"how."

"Ahead...there is a pit in front..."

His expression changed and he wanted to stop his feet again, but it was too late.

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Interspersed with Song En and Yang Chuanhua's past, Song En was quite cute when he was young