Jianling

No one knows what kind of person was finally buried by the wind and snow that night, only the sound of the whimpering wind was mournful, and in the desolate world, only Meng Wubei quietly held Yulouchun tightly and walked quietly. Going forward, he looked at Xiao Shuhua who was kneeling in the snow, and the neck that Xiao Shuhua was holding tightly.

Meng Wubei said, "He has already left."

Xiao Shuhua ignored him, and still pinched Meng Lang's neck with all his strength. His beautiful hands were showing bruises at this moment, and he swallowed the painful choking sounds into his throat one after another along with the blood.

Meng Wubei wasn't sure whether he was sober or not, but he really couldn't bear to see Meng Lang's body gradually stiffening in the snow. The blood gushing out from his body quickly stained the plain white shirt. On the ground, red and white blossomed into a tragic plum forest, stretching towards the endless sky.

"Xiao Shuhua," Meng Wubei squatted down, staring at Xiao Shuhua's stiff back, "Do you regret it?"

Xiao Shuhua finally let go of his hand, and gently stroked Meng Lang's face, and the blood on his hand was also smeared on that face. Meng Lang's originally peaceful and correct eyebrows and eyes suddenly added a touch of coquettish beauty, as if vividly Pull him into another world that is completely different from him.

"Meng Lang," Xiao Shuhua tilted his head, and answered irrelevantly, "Why are you disobedient?"

Meng Wubei said: "What are you listening to?"

But Xiao Shuhua didn't look at him, and it was only then that Meng Wubei realized that his eyes were still glued to Meng Lang. At this moment, in his eyes, Meng Lang was his "Meng Lang".

Meng Wubei lowered his eyelashes, brushed away his sword hand involuntarily, and stabbed Gui Dianqiu fiercely—he almost failed to pull it out, the sword pierced through Meng Lang fiercely, and nailed it to the thick under a thick layer of snow.

At that moment, the bright blood splashed half a foot high, and sprayed on the skirts and faces of Meng Lang and Xiao Shuhua. The gloom on Xiao Shuhua's pale face became more intense. Meng Lang held his hand and said, "Let him go."

Xiao Shuhua turned his head in a daze, looked at him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Meng Wubei paused for a moment, remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "You don't know me."

On that snowy night that was no different from usual, the foot of the mountain was brightly lit, and hundreds of torches surrounded this desolate mountain. Meng Wubei saw from a distance, the orange flame broke into his dark eyes like night Here, he stopped, turned his head and asked, "Where is Tongbei?"

"Tongbei?" Xiao Shuhua looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know anything, Meng Wubei asked again: "Xiao Tongbei, your apprentice, where is he waiting for you?"

Xiao Shuhua struggled to tear his gaze away from him, tried his best to recall for a while, and said hesitantly: "Meng Lang knows...I don't know."

Meng Wubei felt powerless for a while. Whether it was the spectators waiting to see their victory or defeat at the foot of the mountain, or Xiao Tongpei whose whereabouts were unknown, they were undoubtedly setting up more difficult and dangerous obstacles for his already difficult road ahead.

However, Xiao Shuhua's eyes were so clean and clear that he didn't seem to know his past at all. His cruelty and indifference were deeply buried by the innocence at this moment. Meng Wu comforted himself in the midst of his sorrow. Xiao Shuhua's murderous heart that was always ready to move.

Meng Wubei put Meng Lang down for the time being, and let him lean against a straight tree. After removing the blood on his face, Meng Lang's expression was so calm when he closed his eyes: "Take care of him, he will come when he is poor."

Xiao Shuhua glanced at the cream gradually covering Meng Lang's body, nodded hurriedly, knelt down and held Meng Lang's hand: "Thank you."

His tone was too soft and gentle, so gentle that he didn't look like Xiao Shuhua at all. Meng Wubei's memory could not find any silhouette similar to Xiao Shuhua in front of him.

Meng Wubei froze, but he didn't even have the courage to look back, so he could only hurried down the mountain, letting Yulouchun's beautiful sword be filled with the fierce and brilliant fire that night.

When the breeze was blowing, Wen Meixun was still the quickest to react, and at the same time she drew her sword sideways, Yulouchun was about to strike.

"Baopuzi?!"

Meng Wubei didn't raise his eyes, and pursed his thin lips lightly, the blade of the sword fiercely pressed against the blade of Wen Mei Xun's sword lying in front of him, and then there was a sonorous sound of gold and stone falling to the ground.

Most of the flames were extinguished, and under the dim sky, Meng Wubei stood tall, facing the astonished faces of countless people.

And Wen Meixun was still holding a dagger in his hand, his eyes had changed from shock to anger: "Meng Wubei, what do you mean?!"

The Song family was farther apart. At this time, Song Mingting had noticed the movement of Huanxizong, and raised his hand decisively, signaling his disciples to put out the torches.

Not long after, the originally blazing flames were all extinguished at this time.

Meng Wubei spoke softly, and said: "Shou Zhenjun has been defeated by the poor Taoist, his life and death should be taken over by the poor Taoist."

Wen Meixun was furious: "Then what about the life he owes us?!"

"——can fight at any time."

In the quiet night, Meng Wubei came and went without a trace, and after a while, no matter how much Wen Meixun yelled at her, she still couldn't hear a single word of reply.

However, when he returned to the mountain, both Xiao Shuhua and Meng Lang had disappeared. Meng Wubei felt cold all over his body for a moment, but he didn't have time to express any other emotions, so he had time to turn around sharply, and the sword light passed by, just stopped behind him and didn't know When appeared on the side of the juvenile's neck.

Wen Zhumi didn't move, his face was pale, seeing his sharp eyebrows, his first reaction was to burst out laughing.

He raised his hand, slowly pressed against Yulouchun's sword blade, and said, "Baopuzi, don't come here without any harm."

"..." Meng Wubei retracted her sword and looked at him coldly, "Where are they?"

Wen Zhumi blinked, and smiled even wider: "Let's talk things through first, and then go to them, shall we?"

"Pindao killed you, it's not too late to find them."

"I left people by their side, and if I don't go back for a quarter of an hour, they will die," Wen Zhumi looked at him innocently, "It is well known that Baopuzi has great powers, but can you search all over this mountain in a quarter of an hour? ?”

Meng Wubei moved slightly the hand holding the sword, resisting the overwhelming anger, and said: "Say."

"Xiao Shuhua used to be my senior brother, and he took good care of me. In fact, I couldn't bear to take his life, but my sister wished so, so I can't let my sister feel sad. And when he regains his senses, he will definitely kill him again. I, who killed Sanming at that time, was his biggest enemy, and it doesn't matter if I die, but my sister will definitely be at odds with him, and if this continues, he and my sister will have no way to end well." Wen Zhumi patted his head pretending to be distressed, Then a smile broke out, "So I thought of a way to get the best of both worlds, and Baopuzi will definitely like it after hearing it."

Meng Wubei looked at him silently, his expression extremely ugly.

Wen Zhumi, however, turned a blind eye to the look in his eyes that wished he could swallow her alive, and still smiled: "Baopuzi, you and I are the only third camp in this dispute, so don't be so hostile."

Meng Wubei stared at him for a moment, as if she had finally made up her mind, she slowly lowered her eyelashes.

Wen Zhumi smiled relaxedly, looked up at Meng Wubei's indifferent eyes, and continued: "People in the world want Xiao Shuhua's life mostly because he is too strong and too flamboyant, and now Xiao Shuhua is defeated in front of everyone. In your hands, you are the new No. [-] in the world. If you want to keep Xiao Shuhua, you must play this No. [-] well. The decision you make is the decision that people want to make—or don’t care about anything, don’t interfere with anything, don’t meddle in anything, only if you have nothing to do with anyone’s interests, they will give up manipulating you.”

"Pindao needs to protect him."

"Yes, that's exactly the case, so you can't accept their request and kill Xiao Shuhua." Wen Zhumi smiled even more happily, "So we need to find a way to keep Xiao Shuhua out of everyone's sight at the same time. They They want to kill him because they are afraid of him, we have to let them not be afraid of Xiao Shuhua—but be afraid of you behind Xiao Shuhua. "

Meng Wubei's heart moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "How to do it?"

Wen Zhumi said: "Do you hope that the world will be stable? Do you think Xiao Shuhua will have no threat to the world after he wakes up? And will you be so lucky to subdue him next time? ——Actually, I am very curious, I always thought Xiao Shuhua's martial arts will be slightly higher than yours, and this time is also because he was not willing to strike? Or do you strike first and deal with his eldest disciple..."

Meng Wubei interrupted him involuntarily: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Okay." Wen Zhumi wasn't angry either, and the hoarse-voiced boy continued to talk to himself, "I said before, I want my sister to live, and you want the world to be stable, so Baopuzi, I'll help you deter those idiots, How about you help me get rid of Xiao Shuhua too?"

"solve?"

"Just make sure that he can't attack my sister and me again." Wen Zhumi's eyes were burning, and he smiled at Yan Yan, "But if you want the world to be stable, you must make Xiao Shuhua no longer in danger."

Meng Wubei instantly understood what he meant, and shook her head without hesitation: "Impossible."

"It must be possible." Wen Zhumi said, he and Meng Wubei had already walked a long way, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said with a smile, "Baopuzi, you think I'm leading you in their direction, Can you get rid of me and find them if you delay until now?"

Meng Wubei was guessed by him and remained silent.

Wen Zhumi shook his head, his smile remained unchanged: "The direction is wrong."

"Xiao Shuhua is delirious now. His two apprentices are with him. I came to you to recognize your relationship with Xiao Shuhua. I hope you can make the right decision for him." Wen Zhumi raised two fingers , slowly put down one of them, "Either, abolish his martial arts, or..."

He put down the last one, pursed his lips into a cute smile: "Death."

Yulouchun got out of the sheath abruptly, but Wen Zhumi blinked calmly without changing his face: "This is a dead end, Baopuzi."

Meng Wubei's face was livid, Wen Zhumi was still pressuring her every step of the way: "Hurry up, Baopuzi, hurry up."

"Don't you also hope so? If Xiao Shuhua is like a mad dog forever killing around like this, if you don't do it, he will be cornered by the world - just like Xue Lingmiao. But you, won't you also ask Jiang Knowing the same incompetence?"

"...Why are you looking for the poor?"

Wen Zhumi smiled: "Because on the day Senior Feng passed away, the murderer in everyone's eyes should have been you, Baopuzi."