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After He Ying lay down obediently for three days, her condition began to improve, and on the fifth day, she no longer had a fever.When he was seriously ill, he wished he could cough out his heart, but now that he had seen a slight improvement, he couldn't wait to go down to the ground.

The wooden basin was filled with clear water, He Ying opened the door after washing up, just in time to welcome Yu Yanzhi who had returned from the mountain.

He couldn't help showing a smile, and when the other party came to him, he hurriedly said, "I'm done."

As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and coughed again.

He Ying immediately pulled Yu Yanzhi into the house like a cover-up, took the food box in his hand, and said, "What's delicious?"

Yu Yanzhi lifted the lid of the box, and brought out a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of sour cowpea, which looked bland and lackluster.He Ying hadn't had a serious meal for a few days, but now that she regained her appetite, she felt rumbling and unbearably hungry.He sat at the table, poured all the sour cowpeas into the porridge, and started to eat, and looked at Yu Yanzhi from the edge of the bowl after eating halfway: "Have you eaten?"

Gently nodding, Yu Yanzhi walked out of the room with her sword in hand.

He Ying immediately gobbled it up and followed outside the house after filling her stomach.

It was raining and the sky was clear, and the winter sun was melting. He Ying stood under the eaves, with the free and easy figure of Jian Zou Youlong in front of his sight.

At this moment, Yu Yanzhi is dancing in the "sword cherishing style".Different from He Ying's agility, wantonness, fierceness and aggressiveness; others are not fast, but the sword is fast, chopping, stabbing, pointing; It is hard to find flaws.

He Ying followed Yu Yanzhi closely with her gaze like a torch, her blood was boiling in her heart!

After a while, He Ying suddenly turned around and went back to the room, and when she walked out, she was already holding a three-foot spear in her hand.

He jumped towards Yu Yan until his two swords rose and fell at the same time, it was actually a set of sword style!

Yu Yanzhi speeded up, but He Ying calmed down more than before. After fifty moves, the two seemed to be each other's shadows, and there was no slight difference between each move.Yu Yanzhi suddenly changed the way of the sword, walking in the "cloud sword style"; the two figures intertwined, sometimes one in front and one behind, and sometimes advancing side by side.If He Ying's sword style is at the top, he will be at the bottom, and when He Ying attacks him, he will defend.He Ying was no longer reckless and impulsive, and even intentionally left a loophole to lure the enemy to go deeper. At this time, Yu Yanzhi turned from defense to offense from the direction of the loophole.The breath of each other blends together, and you can almost hear each other's heartbeat.

Half an hour later, He Ying was sweating profusely and felt comfortable all over, as if she had finally regained her vitality after several days of illness.The corners of his lips were drawn into a line, slightly bent, looked at Yu Yanzhi and said, "How can I let you underestimate me?"

Yu Yanzhi raised her hand to wipe off the sweat on her forehead, her gaze was gentle and her attitude was sincere: "I never underestimated you."

In fact, He Ying is not difficult to "coax". Although he has a big temper and a small mind, as long as he guesses what he is thinking, he can "prescribe the right medicine".Besides, he is no longer a child, he has grown up.In the past, he and Yu Yanzhi were separated by "the hatred of killing relatives, the hatred is as deep as the sea", but now that he has grown up, he has forgotten, let go, and Yu Yanzhi is still the original Yu Yanzhi.They are very familiar with each other, they are inseparable, from children to teenagers, from sympathetic sympathy to affectionate companionship, the road is bumpy and bumpy, stumbles, there are blood shed and tears swallowed, but after the rain, there will always be sunshine.

He Ying has seen the face in front of her countless times. She once thought it was cute, and then she found it hateful. Now it is neither cute nor hateful.The handsome and jade-like face already has a man's expression, gentle and quiet, tolerant and restrained, and smiling eyes are staring at him.He Ying withdrew her gaze, with reddish ears, walked to the tank, scooped up a ladle of water and handed it to the other party.

Yu Yanzhi didn't answer it, but put her lips to his hand to drink.

At dinner, the two went up the mountain together.At the dinner table, He Ying gorged herself on food, and actually competed with Qin Yue'er for food.

A plate of fried tofu with celery, although the celery is a bit old, the tofu is delicious.As soon as He Ying caught one of the chopsticks, Qin Yue'er rushed over.She is willing to give up eggs, because she eats them every day, but dried tofu is no good.The two looked at each other, and after He Ying let go, he went to pick up the other one, which was firmly fixed in place by Qin Yue'er's chopsticks.

The dumb aunt reached out and patted the back of her hand, but Qin Yue'er was not afraid, poked the dried tofu into her mouth, and then continued to "fight" with He Ying with chopsticks.

Although she felt that this scene was very embarrassing, Zhuang Yunqing had no intention of interfering with it.Yu Yanzhi was also indifferent, and just buried herself in her meal.

He Ying was originally half serious and half playful, but when she found out that she couldn't snatch a girl, she immediately corrected her attitude, and after several "tricks" finally snatched the dried tofu from Qin Yue'er's chopsticks.Satisfied, he opened his mouth to swallow the "trophies", but he ate too quickly and accidentally choked it into his throat, causing a series of low coughs.

Yu Yanzhi sat side by side with He Ying, stretched out her hand to caress his back, Zhuang Yunqing sat on the other side of He Ying, and naturally sent her hand... The movements of the master and apprentice "stacked" together.

Zhuang Yunqing was startled, and looked at Yu Yanzhi.Yu Yanzhi didn't seem to notice, she slid down from the opponent's palm and gently stroked He Ying's back.He Ying turned his gaze to him, and he smiled and shook his head.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuang Yunqing withdrew his hand. He felt a strange feeling in his heart, which he couldn't explain clearly.Yu Yan is very gentle and diligent, and never asked him to worry, so he almost forgot... Seven years ago, this apprentice broke down the temple gate with an ax and took He Ying away, and he refused to let go when He Ying was dying of illness. People handed over... Zhuang Yunqing felt inexplicable anxiety. He hoped that the two apprentices would get along well. He Ying had obviously accepted Yu Yanzhi with open arms, but what was wrong?Zhuang Yunqing didn't want to think about it because it was completely absurd!

The meal was so lively, Qin Yue'er won a big victory, wiped her mouth and went to play outside the kitchen.

Yu Yanzhi helped the dumb aunt clean up the dishes and then walked out.

On the clearing, Qin Yueer was kicking the shuttlecock, and He Ying was standing not far from her.

Qin Yue'er kicked and hummed: "When a turmoil breaks out on the ground, and a catastrophe is imminent, how can you behave..."

The shuttlecock flew out from her feet and landed on He Ying. He Ying raised her leg and kicked it lightly, and then sang: "Now that I am seriously ill, I have nothing to ask for. I wish to live and die with you at the gate of the nunnery."

The shuttlecock flew back, Qin Yueer bent her knees and hooked it backwards, watching the kicked shuttlecock raised a smiley face, the tassels on the jade hairpin swayed gently: "I'm lustful, but I can't help crying, I'm afraid I will bring you into trouble cry forever..."

As the sun was setting, the shuttlecock was like a bird that just wanted to fly but couldn't fly high, and was helplessly tossing and turning between two figures, one big and one small.The two hummed and sang, neither of them in tune.The dumb aunt and Yu Yanzhi peeled the corn cobs aside; the dumb aunt smiled and looked at Qin Yue'er while she was working, and Yu Yanzhi hung her head and was busy, occasionally raising her eyelids to look at He Ying, also smiling silently.

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In winter in the mountains, the days are short and the nights are long. At this time, the sky is dark and only the stars and the moon are accompanied.

Yu Yanzhi and He Ying went to the lake to fetch water with a wooden bucket.

He Ying has just recovered from a serious illness and still coughs lightly from time to time, but she is very energetic when talking and laughing.Yu Yan listened quietly and rarely spoke.

After filling the water, the two walked back.

He Ying suddenly mentioned that he will be eighteen at this time next year.

"I'm going to see what kind of ghosts and monsters that Shengtianmen is!"

Hearing this, Yu Yan was very surprised because he had the same plan.He believes that his father is not the murderer, and he wants to investigate the truth to recover his father's innocence.But He Ying and why?Could it be that he still seeks revenge wholeheartedly, hating Shengtianmen for forcing his enemy to death?

Seeing Yu Yanzhi's dignified expression and silence, He Ying stopped, pursed her lips, and said as if she had made up her mind: "Master told me... there was indeed something suspicious about my parents back then. The truth may be true." It is not rumored by the outside world—”

"He Ying..." Yu Yanzhi opened her eyes slightly, and couldn't help interrupting, "Do you believe my father is innocent?"

He Ying turned her head and gritted her teeth: "I don't believe in him! It's the master...it's you."

It was rare for Yu Yan to be shaken: "What if the facts are really like what the outside world says?"

He Ying turned her head and looked at him for a moment, and said, "Yes or no, you are you, and your father is your father."

Looking at He Ying, Yu Yanzhi couldn't tell whether she was more moved or excited: "Let's go together!"

With a chuckle, He Ying stepped up again: "Are you willing to give up Luojia Mountain? Are you willing to give up Master and Yue'er?"

Yu Yanzhi smiled and shook her head: "What about you?"

He Ying suddenly fell silent.Are you willing?Naturally I can't bear to...

Twelve years ago, Zhuang Yunqing went out to buy food, but brought back a horribly ugly woman with a big belly.With unhealed stab wounds on her face, the woman hugged her stomach "Ulala" and cried loudly in front of Zhuang Yunqing and five-year-old He Ying, crying heartbreakingly.He Ying saw the almost broken tongue from her open mouth, and he cried too, without making a sound, just weeping silently.

Two months later, the woman gave birth to a child, and the master named her "Qin Yue'er".

The woman knelt in front of Zhuang Yunqing, and wrote on the ground with her fingers. She probably knew very few characters, so she wrote "No", and after a long hesitation, she wrote "Yan" crookedly.Then she erased the handwriting and kowtowed her head on the blank ground.Zhuang Yunqing had no choice but to agree; no one told Qin Yueer that the dumb aunt was her mother.

No words, no words.

He Ying doesn't like to get too close to Qin Yue'er, because he has secrets hidden in his belly.

When Yu Yan saw that He Ying had stopped speaking, she also fell silent.

They walked up the mountain without a word, and when they approached the residence, the two stopped one by one!

The wind brings blood...

He Ying's breathing was stagnant, the wooden barrel fell from the palm of his hand, and the icy cold water splashed on his feet.He ran away, followed by Yu Yanzhi, and the two went back to the house, raised their swords and went straight up the mountain.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the sound of swords clashing faintly came from my ears!

They live deep in the mountains and forests, almost isolated from the world. Yu Yanzhi has never seen outsiders here, and now everything is strange and unusual!

Who is it?And why come?

Yu Yanzhi walked forward quickly, thoughts in her mind were chaotic.

After turning the corner for a while, the field of vision suddenly widened, and I saw Zhuang Yunqing was surrounded by dozens of black shadows, and the original color of the blue shirt could no longer be discerned!

"Master!"

Seeing He Ying rushing, Zhuang Yunqing accepted the move and said sharply: "Take Yue'er away!"

He Ying rushed into the siege regardless, and blocked the surprise attack on Zhuang Yunqing's back with a sword.

At this moment, Yu Yanzhi had already rushed to the dumb aunt not far away.The dumb aunt was half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Suddenly, the seemingly stiff body moved, and a small head slowly poked out from under the bend of the arm.

Three or five black shadows suddenly attacked, Yu Yanzhi swung his sword backhand, swept away all the enemies and at the same time pulled out Qin Yue'er and hugged her into her arms.

"Yanzhi...brother?" Qin Yue'er put her arms around his neck and stared at him blankly, as if she wasn't afraid.

On the other side, Zhuang Yunqing's movements gradually slowed down. There was an inconspicuous wound on his chest, but the blood that flowed out was as black as ink.He knew in his heart that he had been hit by a hidden weapon, and the poison applied to the hidden weapon had the effect of dissipating energy, the more he used his internal energy, the faster the internal energy would be lost.He gradually felt that his hands and feet were heavy and he could no longer keep up with He Ying's speed.He Ying wholeheartedly cooperates with the opponent, but instead makes Yun Xi's swordsmanship useless; since he was nine years old, he wanted to dance Yun Xi with his master, how could he finally get his wish like this!

Swords, lights and swords, blood mist filled the air, the men in black had a tacit understanding, all of them were agile, and they didn't care about life and death at all!

In order to protect Zhuang Yunqing, He Ying had suffered countless injuries, he was so red-eyed!

Zhuang Yunqing had a premonition that the limit was approaching, the horizontal sword swept across He Ying's body and swung a breath of life, and hit his vest with his left palm and sent him out.

He Ying took advantage of her strength to fly out, and turned around before she could stand still: "Master!"

"Go!" With a loud shout, Zhuang Yunqing tried his best to entangle the enemy.

Yu Yan jumped to He Ying's side, sent Qin Yue'er into his arms, stretched her arms and pushed, turned around and responded to the rainy attack: "Go!"

Before he had time to look at him, He Ying almost gritted her teeth, and hurried away holding Qin Yue'er under the cover.

He didn't know how long he had been running, his mind was blank, only the sound of "Go" from Master and Yu Yanzhi could be heard in his ears!

Going straight to the abandoned temple five miles away, He Ying stopped panting, put Qin Yue'er on the ground lightly, and called, "Junior Sister."

Qin Yue'er murmured: "Aunt... I'm not afraid..."

"Junior Sister?" He Ying noticed the strangeness, and looked carefully under the moonlight that penetrated into the ruined temple... Qin Yue'er's face was pale, and her eyes were slightly closed.His gaze gradually moved down and stopped on Qin Yue'er. A bright blood flower bloomed on the abdomen of the pink dress, and the bright color was constantly spreading around.He Ying touched it in a daze, her fingertips felt hot and humid.

He blinked his eyelashes, and the heart-piercing crying in his memory instantly filled his ears.

"Yue'er..." Holding her in his arms again, He Ying patted her cheek lightly.

Qin Yue'er seemed to wake up a little bit, opened her eyes slightly, and after a long time, she realized who the person in front of her was: "Brother Ying..."

The corners of He Ying's lips began to tremble, and her hand tightly held her arm.

"Brother Ying...I'm hurting..." Qin Yue'er clutched her stomach and moaned, "At night... I ate too much dried tofu... my stomach hurts..."

He Ying felt that his heart and blood became cold together, and his voice was blocked in his throat. He took a deep breath, and said intermittently: "Who told you to grab me...Stupid girl..."

Qin Yue'er pursed her lips, her breath gradually weakened: "Am I really stupid..."

"You're not stupid, you'll master it as soon as you learn it." He Ying hugged her to her chest, raised her hand and stroked her forehead hair over and over again.

"Brother Ying...you teach me a few more lines, I want to sing for my aunt..."

He Ying nodded, and said, "I want to love but can't cry..."

"I will..." Qin Yue'er smiled. She is an innocent little girl who likes delicious food, aunt, master, brother Ying and brother Yanzhi, and humming.

She opened her mouth, her voice was sweet and soft but out of tune: "I'm afraid I...will cause you to suffer and cry for the rest of your life..."

The surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet.

He Ying's vision was blurred, he looked down at Qin Yue'er, and whispered in a dazed voice: "You have a mother...she is always by your side, you have a mother..."

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He Ying looked up at the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple. It was a clay sculpture of the Medicine Buddha, who made twelve great vows to cure all living beings.He often kneels under this Buddha statue, but he has no faith in his heart, and the Buddha does not bless him.He Yingduan knelt upright, bent her waist, put her palms on the ground, and kowtowed her forehead to the Buddha's feet.Every time he knocked, he said in his heart: I believe in you.After dozens of strokes, he raised his head, warm blood slipped between his brows, flowed down the bridge of his nose to his mouth and chin.He looked like a ghost crawling out of the ground, with a trace of cold sadness and evil in his eyes.

The Buddha's face is merciful, and the eight winds do not move.

Looking away from the Buddha statue to her side, Qin Yue'er's face was calm, as if she had fallen asleep.

He Ying kowtowed his head again, and after three heavy beeps, he closed his eyes and refused to look at the Buddha.

He wanted to believe it sincerely, but he couldn't, Qin Yue'er was really dead.

Not only Qin Yue'er, but also the dumb aunt.

He Ying thought, Master rescued the desperate dumb aunt, who didn't want her daughter to have an ugly and dumb mother, and the story behind her was full of humiliation.She has been an "aunt" for 12 years. Before she died, she must have wanted to comfort her daughter, and even wanted to hear her call her "mother".But she has no tongue, can't speak, she can't die, she is full of worry and misery, pain and despair.

He thought, Qin Yue'er was only 12 years old, she was still a naive little girl, she was carefree, like a flower blooming in the deep mountains.Not long ago, she was fighting with him for dried tofu at the dinner table, and kicking shuttlecocks outside the kitchen... She didn't understand anything, so why should she die?What did she do wrong, why should she die!

He thought of the master who was covered in blood under the sword, and thought of Yu Yanzhi who pushed him away.

He Ying got up, hugged Qin Yue'er and placed it behind the Buddha statue, he took off the jade hairpin and put it in his arms, took a last look at Qin Yue'er, and walked out of the abandoned temple with his sword in hand.

He didn't know why this disaster happened, and he didn't know the identity of the man in black, but these were not important.To kill is to pay with life.

He has no doubts and fears, only the rekindled ice-cold hatred!

He Ying walked the road from the abandoned temple to the foot of the mountain many times, but none of them was as urgent as tonight.He ran with all his strength, but from a distance, he could only see a black shadow flashing past, like a wild beast walking in the mountains at night.

In the end, he failed to reach his master and Yu Yanzhi.He was blocked by a man in black who appeared halfway.

Sweeping his eyes, nine, ten, eleven, twelve... Before fighting at the foot of the mountain, He Ying estimated that there were 30 to [-] people on the other side, and the number of people surrounding him at this moment has conveyed a message: there is no one at the foot of the mountain who can stop them. By force.In an instant, the cold fire from the inside out wanted to burn him to ashes.

The people in black are all dressed in black clothes, with black scarves on their faces, almost blending into the night, only the long sword in their hands is shining coldly, and the blood is like a war.

He Ying stared at the swords silently, as if a red-hot coal was choked in her throat.Whose blood is on that sword?Mute Aunt, Yue'er, Master, or Yu Yanzhi...no matter who it is!His heart didn't feel as painful as he imagined, maybe it was the pain to the limit, maybe he was paralyzed by the poison called "hatred"; there was only one thought in his mind, everyone in front of him deserved to die!

His mind became more and more clear-headed, as if he had never been so clear-headed, he had no distracting thoughts, only the flesh waiting to be torn apart in his eyes.

This is a roundup, rounding up a lonely and helpless beast.No one was fighting with He Ying. They moved nimbly. Facing the sharp sword shadow, they only made a few feints before dodging, and then people from other directions attacked.Twelve people were divided into three groups, and every attack was false and real, making it difficult to parry.If against one person, or even three or five people, He Ying has a chance of winning, but the wheel battle with 12 people is a war of attrition, half an incense stick of effort, the power of He Ying's sword is not as good as before.He seemed to be fished out of the water, his whole body was drenched, his chest heaved and heaved, and all he exhaled was exhausted.Sweat washed over his body, big and small wounds were like salt, but he didn't feel pain, he couldn't feel anything, he only knew that he was still standing, and the sword in his hand could still be swung.

If he has the awareness that "it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years", he should not return from the abandoned temple, and he may still have a chance if he survives.But he didn't want to think about "ten years is not too late", the enemy is right in front of him, either they die, or he himself.

When he was a child, he was afraid of death because he had no face to see his parents, and because he had his master, junior sister, dumb aunt and little bastard by his side... Now he has nothing and is a desperado with no worries.If he wants to risk his life and kill himself, there is no reason why God can't do it.

He Ying was exhausted at last, the long sword was propped by her side, she clearly heard the sword wind coming from behind, but she was unable to dodge it.

The point of the sword pierced his back, but he didn't feel the pain of tearing flesh, instead, the emptiness after the iron tool was pulled away from his body was extremely vivid.He let out a mouthful of blood, but couldn't tell whether the blood was permeating the air or coming from his body.

And the man in black "Hula" who had been besieging him spread out to make way for him.

He Ying vaguely saw a figure walking towards him from her wet and disheveled hair.

The visitor wore a black gauze hat and a long black gown. He walked very slowly, step by step as if stepping on cotton, and finally stood in front of He Ying.He stretched out his right hand to the side, and a man in black presented his sword respectfully.

The man swept He Ying's sword lightly with his sword, and He Ying lost his balance and fell to his knees.

Gritting her teeth and clenching the hilt of her sword, He Ying tried to stand up again.

This time, the man moved the sword towards his right wrist.Blood spattered out, and He Ying finally felt the pain. He could no longer hold the sword, and his right arm fell feebly to his side.He moved his fingers secretly, realizing that the man had broken his tendons.

"Thank you for your hard work." It was a strange old voice, but it looked like a young man.

He Ying raised his head, he had realized something, but he was unwilling. He looked at the black veil covering his face and said, "Where are my master and the others?"

The man held the sword, and tapped the tip of the sword on the ground: "Do you want to see them?"

"What conditions do you need?" He Ying asked without answering.

"Oh," the man seemed to smile, and his tone became higher, "you're not stupid."

He Ying snorted coldly: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago."

The man casually discarded the sword, took out two pills from his sleeve, put them between his left and right hands, and said, "Take the one in the left hand, and I will allow you to see your master. Take the one in the right hand, and I will allow you to see Yu Yan." to."

"What do you mean!" He Ying said angrily.

"Of course...you can choose no one. Your sword is at your feet. Although you are powerless to kill the enemy, it will not be difficult to end yourself."

This person was either serious, or just playing tricks on himself, but apart from Master, Yu Yanzhi, and death, the other party did not give him the option to "question".

Looking at the two pills, He Ying slowly stretched out her left hand, picked up the one on the left and swallowed it without hesitation: "I want to see my master."

Immediately afterwards, before the man could react, he took another pill and swallowed it extremely quickly: "I want to see Yu Yanzhi!"

"..." After being stunned for a while, the man suddenly laughed out loud, "I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. You have to know that greedy people never end well. Before Yu Yanzhi, even if you choose to die now, I will not let you die easily."

"You—" spit out the word, He Ying suddenly felt chest cramps, bowed his head and vomited blood "Wow", his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

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In the early morning of the next day, there was rain on Luojia Mountain.

The wet and cold rain woke up a person. He opened his eyes in the rain, and his mind went blank for a moment.He stared blankly at the hazy sky, letting the rain fall into his eyes... The first thing he felt was the soreness at the back of his neck, then the tingling pain all over his body, and finally the blood in his nasal cavity.

Yu Yanzhi immediately turned over and sat up, looking forward.

In the mud, the dumb aunt was still kneeling there, her arms were just big enough to hide a little person.Not far away, Zhuang Yunqing was lying on his back.

The rain was pouring down from the sky, and blood flowed out from under the two of them. The blood flow was like a living thing, crawling towards Yu Yanzhi with unspeakable resentment.

Before he woke up, he had a dream, and now he realized that it was not a dream.

Yu Yanzhi woke up in an instant, and regardless of the exposed corpse under the rain, she got up and ran towards the mountain like crazy.He found He Ying's sword on the way to the ruined temple, and Qin Yue'er behind the Buddha statue in the ruined temple; but there was no He Ying!You can't see people when you are born, and you can't see corpses when you die!

Leaving the abandoned temple, he ran through the mountains and forests, looking for all the places he could think of.When he came to the bamboo forest, he turned around in a circle, and there were endless bamboo trees all around... He raised his head suddenly, the rain washed his face, and the gray sky was cut to pieces, just like his heart, He seemed to cry out with all his life.

"He Ying!!!"

Yu Yanzhi didn't stop walking, from early morning until it was getting dark, but found nothing.

There were He Ying's sword and bloodstains not covered by the rain on the mountain road, but there was no He Ying.

He Ying didn't disappear out of thin air, because a group of men in black came last night. They swept the tranquility of Luojia Mountain like a black hurricane, and took away three fresh and innocent lives in just one night.They did not destroy the corpses, but left three cold but complete "people" to Yu Yanzhi, so Yu Yanzhi had reason to believe that if He Ying could not be found, He Ying was still alive.

Hope was kindled in his heart, that he would not be crushed by the torrent of sorrow, that he would not fall down.

Returning to the abandoned temple, he hugged his senior sister from behind the Buddha statue.In the early morning, the senior sister's body was stiff, but now it has returned to softness.Her face was blue, and there were purple marks on the back of her neck and the back of her hands. She had been lying in this ice cave for a day and a night... Yu Yanzhi looked at her, and she could still see her appearance when she was alive, a beautiful woman The little girl, just lost her popularity.

He thought that He Ying hadn't been attacked on the way to the abandoned temple, otherwise he would have no chance to place his senior sister here.The only possibility is that when he took the senior sister out of the arms of the dumb aunt, the senior sister was already injured, but he had no time to distract himself and didn't notice... At this moment, his ears were buzzing, as if he could still hear the senior sister's voice " Brother Yan Zhi"...

The rain is still falling, moderately.Yu Yanzhi carried the senior sister and the dumb aunt into the house, then carried the master up the mountain and sent him back to the room.

There are still many things waiting for him. If he doesn't do it, then no one will do it.

Yu Yanzhi boiled a pot of hot water in the kitchen, and carried the bucket into the dumb aunt's room.He wet the veil and washed the head, face, hands and feet of the person lying on the bed.He hadn't lighted a fire, so it was cold in the house, and he went back and forth, throwing the red-stained handkerchief into the hot water and scrubbing it.The hot steam from the barrel smelt of blood, and rushed straight to his face, blurring his vision. He closed his eyes and opened them again, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

After tidying up the two of them, Yu Yanzhi rummaged through the box and found two sets of clothes. The same apricot-colored silk was brought back by the master last year when he went down the mountain, and the dumb aunt made one for herself and her senior sister.Yu Yanzhi lowered her head to look at the blood-stained shirt on her body, and remembered that when the dumb aunt measured his size, she purposely made it bigger, because the young man grows fast and doesn't wear well.

After changing the clothes of the mute aunt and senior sister, Yu Yanzhi went out with her sword and dug a big hole in the open space outside the house.He thought that this matter should not be sloppy, so the hole was dug spacious and regular.The sword sank into the soil with her wrist, Yu Yan turned around and went back to the house, took out the mattress and spread it on the bottom of the pit, then put down the mute aunt and senior sister one by one, and covered them with the quilt.

Yu Yanzhi didn't know the secret of the dumb aunt, and he didn't want to save trouble. The senior sister was young enough to be taken care of, and the dumb aunt loved her the most, so she definitely couldn't rest assured that she was alone, so the two of them had to be together as a companion and a caretaker.

He told himself in his heart, let them rest in the ground, but he stood there without moving. He always felt that if he waited a little longer, the senior sister would open his eyes and call him "Brother Yanzhi" sweetly and softly.

The rain is getting heavier, blurring the sky and the earth, blurring love and hate, only endless and clear sorrow and the sound of rain can be heard endlessly.

A little bit of mud was splashed on the face of the senior sister, Yu Yanzhi finally took action, he stepped into the pit with one leg on his back, bent down, and wiped off the dirt with his fingertips, but the surrounding soil was soft and slippery More muddy water splashed down.He wiped it once, twice, three times...and couldn't clean it anymore.A large piece of mud covered half of Qin Yue'er's face, but she was still asleep.

Yu Yanzhi suddenly ran back into the house, found out the senior sister's shuttlecock and put it beside her.

He started to push the dirt, pushed it in one by one, and covered the last fist, Yu Yanzhi began to gasp for breath.After a while, he suddenly buried his hands in the soil and dug quickly, but stopped halfway through.With his head down and his arms on the ground, he was dirty from head to toe.He uttered a monotonous syllable, which was suppressed deep in his throat intermittently, not like crying, but like a wounded beast whose skin was skinned and blood was dripping all over his body.

Yu Yanzhi piled up the soil again, and the pile was tight.

He stood up, boiled another bucket of water in the kitchen and walked up the mountain.

This time, he slowed down, took off Zhuang Yunqing's clothes, and scrubbed his body carefully.There were many small wounds, the number of which was innumerable, and the most conspicuous one was the hole in the abdomen, the blood had already flowed out, only a wound on the chest was still dripping with black water.Yu Yanzhi wiped the surroundings clean, and found that the wound was shaped like a plum blossom, and it was not caused by a sword.

After hesitating for a moment, he found a short knife from the house and poked it into it. As expected, he encountered an obstacle, pried lightly, and picked out one thing——a hidden weapon in the shape of a plum blossom, with which there was a thick black water.

Yu Yanzhi realized that this hidden weapon was absolutely extraordinary, and it might be able to reveal the identity of the man in black.Wrapping it with a clean veil, he carefully put it in his arms.

After getting dressed for his master, he looked around the room and found a half-opened scroll on the desk.Going forward, he holds it in his hand and looks at it. It is a portrait of a young girl. The girl is delicate and charming, her face is better than a lotus, but the fly in the ointment is her eyes, which are cold and misty, as if she is very ruthless towards the person she is looking at. One glance can be heartbreaking and chilling.This painting has neither a title nor a signature, but Yu Yanzhi is very familiar with such an appearance and such a look... The hand holding the painting scroll trembled imperceptibly, and he knew that this girl was Zhuang Yunqing's junior sister and He Ying's biological mother.

At this moment, Yu Yanzhi understood the feelings and regrets that Master had hidden in her heart for decades.

Accompanying Zhuang Yunqing to be buried was not only a sword but also a portrait of a young girl.

Yu Yanzhi no longer lost his composure as before. After finishing everything, he stood quietly in front of the master's grave.Looking at the low mound, I recalled my first encounter eight years ago.

Both his parents died at that time, and he immediately became a helpless orphan.Because of Yu Jingyao's cruelty and licentiousness, the upper beam was not upright and the lower beam was crooked, those benevolent people decided to educate his son on his behalf.Yu Yanzhi was only nine years old, and was "detained" to the Holy Heaven Gate like a prisoner. Just when he was in deep despair, on the way, a man with a sword came down to save him like an immortal.

That person is Zhuang Yunqing.

He still doesn't know why Master saved him, and he doesn't know whether Master hated him like He Ying did, but he will never forget Master's kindness.

The sky was completely dark, and Yu Yanzhi had stood in the rain for an unknown how long. He said to Zhuang Yunqing, "Disciple knows what you are worried about."

"Don't worry," Yu Yanzhi said to herself, "Master, don't worry..."

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An oil lamp was lit on the square dining table in the kitchen.Yu Yanzhi took bowls from the chopping board, lifted the lid of the pot, and scooped up five bowls full of rice porridge.The rim of the bowl was a little hot, so he held it carefully, and put it on the table one by one.The bowls of Aunt Dumb and Senior Sister are on the right, and Master is on the left, with his and He Ying's bowls side by side in the middle.On the plate in the center of the dining table was the dried radish pickled by Aunt Dumb, which he shredded and ate with porridge.

If you're not hungry, you can't live without food.

With the mouth of the bowl close to his mouth, Yu Yan lowered his eyes and chewed slowly until he swallowed the last grain of rice. He put the bowl back on the table, placed the chopsticks on the bowl, and aligned the ends neatly.Slowly raising his eyes, he looked forward, accompanied by an oil lamp and four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

In winter, the porridge cools down quickly, and there is no heat on the dining table.Yu Yan thought, it's too quiet.

When he got up, he took half a step back, and the bench fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. He bent down to help it up, and then went to wash the dishes and chopsticks.He was like a clown on a stage, performing hard, and the performance was very lively, but it was a pity that he was forced to be funny, neither funny nor pleasing, so no one joined him.

The four bowls of cold porridge were poured back into the pot, the kitchen was cleaned up, and Yu Yanzhi walked out.

The rain was getting lighter, and there were no stars or moon in the sky, but he knew that there was a dirt bag ten feet away to the right, and there was a person lying under the dirt bag.When he closed his eyes, it was dark, and when he opened it, it was still dark.

When he went down the mountain and returned to his residence, he took off his clothes, stood naked in front of the tank, scooped up a basin of water and poured it over his head, washing away the mud in his hair and the blood on his body.There are always medicines for wounds in the room. He hastily wiped his body and applied the powder on the wounds. Although red, white and white flesh can be seen in some places, it is scary to look at, except that his left shoulder is seriously injured and he is wrapped around it. Except for a few rounds of cloth strips, the rest were ignored after taking the medicine.

After digging out the clean clothes inside and out, Yu Yanzhi sat by the bed facing the window.

There were two swords on the table by the window, one belonged to him and the other belonged to He Ying; there were two little rabbits on the paper window, one was secretly taken by He Ying from the mute aunt's house, the other was torn by his hands. of.He stared straight at that place, guessing in his heart that it would be dawn soon, and after dawn, he decided to look for it in the mountains again.Many places were missed before, maybe He Ying escaped, but just accidentally fell somewhere, maybe he was too injured and had to hide somewhere.Yu Yanzhi didn't think it was self-deception, he would try even the slightest possibility.He couldn't sit still after thinking about it, tied his half-wet long hair behind his head, extinguished the oil lamp, and entered the mountain with his sword in the drizzle.

The place where they live is surrounded by cliffs, which looks like a ladder from a distance, rising gradually from south to north.There are no endless mountains here