Jianling

Meng Wubei finally subdued Xiao Shuhua reluctantly with silent determination, at least after some eye contact, Xiao Shuhua didn't care about him anymore, and let Meng Wubei follow him back to Tongbei Mountain.

The age of the two of them is no longer considered children, and they are both old men over half a century old. When they met at this time, they were immediately at war, as if they were about to meet each other at the next moment.

Meng Lang shrunk his neck, watching the expressions of the two of them cautiously. Meng Wubei still had that calm look on his face, but Xiao Shuhua's face was full of smiles, while Gui Dianqiu had popped out half an inch, with a pair of bright autumn waves His eyes were also full of anger, and the slightly raised eyebrows outlined the pride he didn't bother to hide.

"Snow washes knives..."

"I know." Xiao Shuhua pretended to look down at his nails contemptuously. Before he came, he specially trimmed them out of some strange and unspeakable thoughts. Now they look beautiful and round. Xiao Shuhua nodded secretly. Satisfied, "Isn't it a good thing? I should be the third in Jianghu now."

Meng Wubei looked at him silently, as if he was checking the truth of this sentence, Xiao Shuhua suddenly realized and slapped his head: "My memory is wrong, it is the second one, Song Mingyun is in front of your master."

"... Dao Lord never cares about these things." Meng Wubei paused for a moment, regretting arguing with Xiao Shuhua about these irrelevant things, and changed his words, "You are very dangerous now."

"Who said that? Qingru Daojun?" Xiao Shuhua smiled sarcastically, "Why do you have to go down the mountain with me if you listen to him so much? Wouldn't it be more worry-free to be your first disciple and inherit your Pichenmen? You Look, if it wasn't for the heat on your forehead, Blood Guanyin wouldn't go down the mountain—not to mention die."

When he heard Meng Yanhan mentioned, Meng Wubei's breathing was a bit quicker, and his sword eyebrows were silently frowned, but he still tried his best to maintain his dignity, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, follow the poor way. "

"Where?"

"See Senior Feng."

"I'm sick." Xiao Shuhua just thought it was funny, raised his hand and touched his heart, with a lazy posture and charming eyes, "Meng Wubei, you don't think he can kill me, do you?"

"He won't kill you."

Xiao Shuhua's breathing calmed down, and he tilted his head: "I don't believe it. Do you believe it?"

Meng Wubei fell into silence.

"Meng Wubei, you are very interesting. You are not related to me, and now you come here to pretend - strange, I remember that you don't like to meddle in other people's business, is it because everyone in the world is begging you to intervene? What about some damn demon on the Mountain of Sadness?"

The veins on Meng Wubei's forehead twitched violently, he closed his eyes for a moment, Fang opened his mouth, and interrupted him with difficulty: "Speak nonsense."

Xiao Shuhua looked at him with folded arms, and suddenly he was not in the mood to argue with him.

He couldn't tell when the weird and twisted relationship with Meng Wubei began to form. In short, he no longer has the good luck of turning back and reversing the shore. Because he failed to find the secret treasure, he would be allowed to retreat gracefully.

Xiao Shuhua thought of those indifferent eyes that became clearer in his mind during countless days and nights of drowsiness. They were black and white, lustrous and translucent. Their owners were compassionate and upright, and they always remembered countless innocent people in the world. , so it also looks around the world, watching the world calmly.

How many people worshiped in front of Pichen Mountain, thanking the Taoist monarchs of Pichenmen for their kindness, Meng Wubei was the best among them, stopping crying children from the hands of Ren Yazi, Rescuing a beggar with a bruised nose and a swollen face, saving the lives of an innocent family from a bandit who robbed a house—he has done countless good deeds, and Xiao Shuhua never doubted that he was a kind person.

So those eyes are always looking at the weakness in the dark and lonely place, and they are always following the road, and no one is left behind.

There are too many miserable people in the world, but Xiao Shuhua is too glamorous.

Xiao Shuhua suddenly wanted to laugh, it was in vain that he and Meng Wubei walked side by side in thirteen states, but in the end it turned out that it was because they were not pitiful enough that they could only lose to these vast sentient beings.

Meng Wubei waited for a long time but did not see Xiao Shuhua speak, so he could only take a deep breath, and tried his best to gather his words: "Senior Feng didn't mean to harm anyone... You have already established an unambiguous position in the world, he won't embarrassing you."

"He won't make things difficult for me?" Xiao Shuhua laughed, "Where's Huanxizong? Where's the Song family? Are you going to protect me, or Feng Chenshan?"

"...But you..." Meng Wubei paused, "You killed too many people, you did something wrong."

Xiao Shuhua choked for breath, turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

Meng Wubei closed his eyes, and said softly: "You did something wrong, and you should be punished. Poor..."

Before he finished speaking, Gui Dianqiu had already ejected most of the blade of the sword. The blade reflected the dazzling sunlight, and all of it fell on Meng Wubei's hand holding the sword. Xiao Shuhua took a deep breath, only feeling that the breath was pulling him All the viscera and six internal organs of the body were displaced, and the pain was oozing with each strand.

Meng Wubei opened his eyes to look at him, Xiao Shuhua's eyes were dull and dull, only showing Sen Han's vigilance and killing intent.

Xiao Shuhua was silent for a moment, refining the raging hatred in his heart into scorching anger rolling in his throat, but when he raised his eyes to see that familiar face, all the vicious scolding rolled in his mouth, scalding He didn't know where to put his tongue and tongue, and finally he could only force a word from his teeth: "Get lost!"

A hot mountain wind passed by slowly, and Meng Lang, who watched the whole process, felt chills all over his body for no reason. He followed Xiao Shuhua for a long time, but it was the first time he saw Xiao Shuhua lose his composure, and Meng Wubei looked like a fairy The out-of-this-world figure is actually as angry as a child, pressing Yu Louchun who is about to move, and there is a strong evil spirit on the brow.

But Xiao Shuhua's evil spirit was stronger than his. Gui Dianqiu was completely unsheathed, and the tip of the sword leaned heavily on the ground, making a piercing hum. Meng Lang was so frightened that he closed his eyes, retreated a few steps, and blocked the person who had just come out of the cave without a trace. Xiao Tong was sad.

"You..." Meng Wubei tried his best to hold back his anger, but his voice had already started to tremble. From the moment Xiao Shuhua mentioned Meng Yanhan, his sanity was on the verge of losing control, but he was still slightly better than Xiao Shuhua, at least he could still Spit out the complete words, "I don't want to pursue the matter of having fun, Pindao now."

Xiao Shuhua raised his brows coldly, and said mockingly: "Pursuant? It's up to you? I have killed too many people, and there are countless people who want to seek revenge. It is considered a little skill for you to find this place, but it stops here. I am still a little sick to your disgusting face, I can't hold the sword for a while, so I will get out of here quickly. Otherwise, I will die with your good junior sister, and see if your senior Feng dares to collect your body , happened to have a yin relationship with her!"

Meng Wubei's eyes widened, as if his eyes were about to burst. Xiao Shuhua looked at him coldly, his eyes full of contempt and sarcasm. This was one of the few opportunities he had to face Meng Wubei's emotions directly. One, but all he felt was a pang of unreasonable sadness.

He knew that he was not a good person with a heart for the world, but during these years with Meng Wubei by his side, he never killed anyone in vain.

He thought that Meng Wubei would understand his restraint and patience—it turned out that Meng Wubei just quietly classified him as a guilty villain, and he will always be a guilty villain.

Meng Wubei exhaled heavily, and turned around silently. Meng Lang hurriedly caught up with Xiao Shuhua, facing Xiao Shuhua's staring eyes, and said bravely, "I'll send him out."

Xiao Shuhua said coldly: "What are you giving, let him die!"

Meng Lang turned a deaf ear to it, and intentionally or unintentionally pressed Meng Wubei's sleeve as a hint. Meng Wubei really held back his anger and strode after him like a young boy who had run away in anger. From far away, until Xiao Shuhua's lake-like eyes could no longer see a trace of clothes.

Xiao Tongbei stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and after watching most of the good show, his eyelids could not stop touching. First, he was startled by Xiao Shuhua's fangs and claws, but now they were the only ones left, and he could feel it again. His cheap master was completely devastated, but even worse than Meng Wubei, he looked like he had just been scolded and kicked out of the mountain.

"Not to catch up?" Xiao Tongpei thought for a while, but decided to ask if he didn't understand.

Xiao Shuhua ignored him, turned around and walked back.

Xiao Tongbei didn't get a response, and he didn't feel angry, he just asked, "Didn't you always want to see him?"

"Shit."

"He wronged you?"

"He thinks I killed a lot of people." Xiao Shuhua finished cursing angrily, then paused for a moment, met Xiao Tongbei's questioning eyes, and said impatiently, "I didn't kill many people."

Xiao Tongbei nodded: "Then explain."

Xiao Shuhua glared at him: "None of your business."

Xiao Tongbei thought about it again, it really had nothing to do with him, he just felt that he couldn't keep Meng Wubei to spend the night on the mountain, troubled Meng Lang to make another trip, and felt a little bit apologetic for Meng Lang in his heart.

"hungry."

"Then save some energy and talk nonsense, and wait for your senior brother to come home."

Meng Wubei was born dignified, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and an incomparable handsomeness. No matter where he went, he was an out-and-out image of a righteous and awe-inspiring knight.Meng Lang immediately looked short and small by his side. Although he had a bit of charm, he was instantly compared to a neat and clean little scholar.

But at this moment, Meng Wubei's hand holding Yulouchun was trembling, and an unbearable storm was brewing in his whole body. Meng Lang walked in front of him, and he could guess Baopuzi's anger at this moment with the back of his head. He could only shrink his neck in silence, hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice: "What is the relationship between you and Master?"

Meng Wubei was speechless.

Meng Lang sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Baopuzi, you are wrong to blame Master. Master Song was not killed by Master."

Meng Wubei paused and stopped: "Who?"

"His younger brother... Master did stab him with a sword, but it wasn't that fatal. It looked like a lot of blood, but it wasn't fatal." Meng Lang continued to mutter, "It's not just Senior Song who is fighting among his family, his son was also killed. After feeding the poison, it may be young and in good health now, maybe it will be gone in a few days."

Meng Wubei's lips trembled, and even his breathing trembled. Meng Lang peeked at him and continued, "Besides, Baopuzi, Xueguanyin is not dead. This is what Mr. Feng said, and he is also looking for her. Master also I personally told the little son of the Song family that he did not kill the blood Guanyin."

Meng Wubei turned around and looked at Meng Lang in disbelief. Meng Lang lowered his head silently. After a while, he scolded in a low voice: "He treats you the most differently, but you are no different from the rest of the world."