Jianling

Dawn was breaking, and when I woke up, I only felt sore arms. I opened my eyes and saw that it was really Xiao Tongpei who was pillowing on his arms without any notice. He kept the faint blue and black under his eyes, but his eyelashes were coated with a layer of brilliant light.

For fear of waking Xiao Tongpei up, Meng Lang was hesitating whether to pull his arm back, but he heard a rustling sound, and the fragrance of wine that filled the room was suddenly mingled with a faint scent. Rust smell.

The light on Xiao Tong's eyelashes disappeared, and someone stood tall behind them, blocking most of the light.

At the same time, there were a few heavy breathing sounds.

Meng Lang subconsciously twisted his body and struggled to see, but he was still pressed by Xiao Tong's arm, and he could only tilt his head with all his strength, and saw Xiao Shuhua with a gloomy expression, like a lifeless sculpture, rooted on the spot In front of the couch.Meng Lang's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly asked, "Master?"

Xiao Shuhua didn't respond.

Meng Lang didn't have time to worry about waking Xiao Tongbei up, so he quickly withdrew his arm, got out of bed, and reached out to catch the sword in Xiao Shuhua's hand.However, just as his hand touched the icy-cold sword, it was only smooth for a while after rubbing it. Meng Lang quietly lowered his eyes, and he saw a handful of dried blood on his fingertips.

The mask on Xiao Shuhua's face had already been completely stained with blood, the original snow-white mask now only had a dazzling crimson.

Xiao Shuhua raised his hand, took off the mask fiercely from his face, and threw it on the bluestone floor again. Only then did Meng Lang see his eyes, which were far more cold and indifferent than usual.

Meng Lang swallowed, only to realize that Captain Xiao Shuhua and the black hair around his waist were covered with greasy blood. When he walked all the way back, his hair was dripping with blood.

"Master...what do you want to eat?" Meng Lang rubbed his hands stealthily, and quietly wiped off the blood sticking to his hands, then stepped back calmly, blocking Xiao Tongbei who was sleeping sweetly It's just right.

Xiao Shuhua glanced at him indifferently, Gui Dianqiu suddenly got out of the sheath, Meng Lang involuntarily closed his eyes, bit his lips until his lips turned white, but only heard a crisp paper crack, and when he secretly opened his eyes, the mask on the ground had already been torn to pieces.

The mask was stained with too much blood, but the side close to the face was still as white as ever, but at this moment, it was stabbed several times by Xiao Shuhua fiercely, leaving only torn apart.

Xiao Tongbei finally opened his eyes. He was always light-headed, and when Meng Lang woke up, he was already a little conscious.

Xiao Shuhua's eyes skipped over Meng Lang, and looked straight at Xiao Tongbei who was lying on his side on the couch, but when Xiao Tongbei went up to him fearlessly, he quickly looked away again, and when he opened his lips, his voice was hoarse like Went to Juxian Building and sang for a whole night: "This seat will be away for a few days, you two can take care of yourself."

Meng Lang was startled, and subconsciously said, "We will accompany you."

"I don't need a oil bottle." Xiao Shuhua didn't even give him a look, he just took out a heavy money bag from his bosom, and threw it to Meng Lang casually, "Get out, don't bother me from now on."

Meng Lang was stunned for a long time. He didn't need to look to know that the money in the purse was at least enough to cover the expenses of washing and cooking for Xiao Shuhua for the past few months. Where are you going?"

"none of your business."

"Master, what can we possibly help you with?"

Xiao Shuhua's feet suddenly stopped when he was about to walk out of the cave, he turned around, wiped off a smear of blood on his chin with his right hand, the blood color was smeared, which made his pale face very sickly.And his smile was even more coquettish, with murderous intent in his slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, Meng Lang faced his cold eyes hard, biting his lips so that there was no blood left.

"Meng Lang, I want to ask you, how far is it from Jiandu to Huadu?"

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and answered one by one: "The two states are adjacent to each other, and the capitals are only a hundred miles apart."

"I will kill Jian Du from here." Xiao Shuhua smiled slightly, his gorgeous eyebrows showed unprecedented tenderness, "Do you two dare to kill someone?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Tongbei got off the bed with low eyebrows and obediently stood behind Meng Lang, as docile as a harmless little milk dog, and Meng Lang waited for him to finish speaking, and he was stunned for a long time without recovering Come on, ask in disbelief: "Huh?"

Xiao Tongbei grabbed the corner of Meng Lang's clothes and asked childishly, "How do you prove it? Kill you?"

Xiao Shuhua crossed his arms and glanced at him condescendingly, as if he was looking for something from them, but in the end he just closed his eyes and said lightly: "You guys also leave here before noon."

"Master..."

"Take care of your junior brother." Xiao Shuhua turned around and left coldly, striding forward without any trace of nostalgia. After walking a long way, he said, "Little idiot."

Meng Lang originally wanted to follow Xiao Shuhua's example and follow Xiao Shuhua vainly. Unexpectedly, this time Xiao Shuhua was determined to leave them behind. Like a breeze passing through the forest, he would never see him again Figure up.

Xiao Tongbei stood behind Meng Lang without a single step, and watched Meng Lang's clenched hand. The palm of his hand should have been torn by nails, and traces of blood had already leaked from his fingers. He made a move and held his right hand obediently. Only then did Meng Lang come to his senses. He noticed Xiao Tongbei's eyes looking at him intently, and unconsciously felt pain in his heart. Fang bent his knees and knelt down lovingly under Xiao Tongbei's A kiss fell on the forehead.

Xiao Tongbei thought for a while, then leaned his face closer and kissed the tip of Meng Lang's nose.

Meng Lang's eyes were red, and Xiao Tongbei felt that his breath was hundreds of times hotter than before, and his usually gentle eyes were full of helpless despair.

"Yuan Yuan?"

Meng Lang shook his head, trying to force a smile: "Is there anywhere you want to go, Tongbei?"

Xiao Tongbei looked at him sideways and said, "He doesn't want us anymore?"

Meng Lang's smile faltered, and he took a light breath: "Master has other concerns, so don't think too much about it."

"Yuanyuan, are we a family?"

"Yes."

"us?"

Holding his face, Meng Lang buried his head in his hair and took a deep breath of the child's milk fragrance, and said firmly, "You, me, and Master, we are one family."

"But he said that we are dragging oil bottles."

After all, Xiao Tongbei is young, even after learning light-weight exercises from Xiao Shuhua for a few months, he can barely keep up with Meng Lang's pace, and he is far behind the imposing majesty he imagined, but he is indeed talented Extraordinary, at a young age, he can match Meng Lang's footsteps, and Meng Lang is not stingy, he insists on eliminating distracting thoughts, and spares his time to pay attention to his junior.

The two obeyed Xiao Shuhua's words before leaving, simply packed their luggage, and hurried down the mountain.Before leaving, Meng Lang looked at the altar of autumn dew white left by Xiao Shuhua that he said he wanted to drink with Meng Wubei, and suddenly felt even more painful grief for unknown reasons - in fact, he also knew the reason, it was nothing more than secretly Resent this impermanence.

Xiao Tong held his hand sadly, Meng Lang pulled his lips and smiled at him, and the two of them, one big and one small, walked down the mountain side by side.

Meng Lang originally thought that Xiao Shuhua had brought the bloody smell up the mountain, but after Xiao Shuhua left, the smell did dissipate a lot.But when he and Xiao Tongbei were stepping down the rocks, they suddenly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of discussions, crying and cursing, and the smell of blood became stronger and lingering for a long time, as if it had been refined in the After leaving this small village, anyone who walks here will sacrifice their lives and step into half-step purgatory, and will be covered in blood from then on.

The chattering townspeople didn't notice them quietly descending the mountain. At this moment, there were fallen corpses everywhere in the town. Meng Lang carefully avoided a few of them. Since he had nowhere to stay, he could only straddle them, and then Then he turned around and sincerely apologized to it, his frowning brows were full of pity and intolerance.

These dead people were all knights in the rivers and lakes. They all had fatal wounds on their throats or hearts, but without exception, they all died tragically, so they bleed extraordinarily. The main street was full of corpses. The blood pooled in the low-lying places can even overflow the soles of the shoes.Meng Lang closed his eyes and his face was pale. He couldn't bear to look at the scattered weapons around them, and felt a chill in his heart.

The only person he met with such strength was Xiao Shuhua.

And when Xiao Shuhua returned, he was covered in blood, and the answer was already obvious.

Meng Lang felt chills all over his body, and his teeth couldn't help chattering. He bent down, hugged Xiao Tongpei into his arms, and deliberately pressed his head against his neck, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't look, be good."

Xiao Tongbei heard his fear, and put his arms around his neck, trying his best to bring him some warmth.

"Same sorrow, same sorrow." Meng Lang called his name repeatedly, while Xiao Tongbei lay obediently in his arms, answering softly every time he called out. His voice was still immature, but he answered firmly. , Meng Lang finally absorbed a little heat from him. At this time, the two of them had already left that purgatory for a while. Meng Lang walked fast all the way. At this moment, he finally felt a little tired belatedly, and finally lowered his head tremblingly, tightly Holding the person in his arms tightly, he asked softly, "Tongbei, why did he call you Tongbei?"

Xiao Tong hugged him sadly and said, "Because of Baopuzi."

"Then why is Baopuzi called Wusai?" Meng Lang murmured in a low voice in a daze, "How can someone be neither sad nor happy? How can someone be so heartless?"

Xiao Tongbei couldn't understand his struggle, and didn't know whether he was scolding Meng Wubei or Xiao Shuhua, so he could only be a silent audience, nestling in Meng Lang's arms obediently.

The sun was getting higher and higher. It rained so much last night, but today it was clear and the sky was high. The scorching sun overlooked this impermanent world. Meng Lang raised his head and bumped into the sun. Nice, it's all unobstructed.

Including Xiao Shuhua, who disappeared and was despised by everyone at the moment, including Meng Wubei, who had a lofty status in Huadu and had an ambiguous stand, including thousands of dead souls whose corpses had been exposed in the wilderness under Xiao Shuhua's sword, and him who was weak and cowardly.

There is no sadness or joy in the way of heaven, no one is partial, and no one is disgusted, so Meng Wubei walks the way for the sky, and will eventually abandon the seven emotions and six desires, making everyone sad.

Meng Lang put Xiao Tongbei down, pressed his forehead against him, closed his eyes, and said weakly but firmly, "Tongbei, you must be sure, don't become like Master and the others."

Xiao Tong sadly tilted his head, waiting for his next words.

"You don't have to be good, really." Meng Lang murmured, "I don't want you to be number one in the world, it doesn't matter if you don't learn martial arts, I can support you."

"As long as you mourn with the world and with me."