Jianling

When Xiao Tongbei saw the figure of Meng Wubei approaching from a distance, his eyes, which were originally full of forbearance, suddenly shone fiercely. If he hadn't been restrained by two disciples in the school uniform of the Huanxi Sect, he would have wanted to jump violently. And then, even if you hit a stone with an egg, you have to fight Meng Wubei to the death.

"Let go of him." Wen Zhumi clung tightly behind him, and waved his hands with a smile, the two disciples let go of their hands in response, Xiao Tongbei jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards Meng Wubei.

Meng Wubei only raised his wrist to lightly block his clenched fist, and with a swipe of his palm again, most of his strength was lost, even though Xiao Tongbei fell to the side, Wen Zhumi came at a leisurely pace, looking at the unconscious man. Xiao Shuhua suddenly smiled and said: "Such an undefended brother is really cute."

"What's up with him?"

"Maybe it's too much hysteria? It seems that after being exhausted, he will obey everyone, and he can easily click on his sleeping point." Wen Zhumi smiled softly, "It may also be that the mind is three or four In the heart of the year-old senior brother, Wen Zhumi is not considered an enemy."

Meng Wubei gave him a cold look: "You are not qualified."

Wen Zhumi nodded lightly, and said calmly: "You taught me well."

Xiao Tongbei was almost ignored by them. A child of seven or eight years old, no matter how much he showed his teeth and claws, he was still just a child. Even Wen Zhumi, who did not know martial arts, could not do anything under the protection of two disciples. up close.

Xiao Shuhua and Meng Lang were lying side by side in the snow not far away. Xiao Shuhua's hands and wrists were wrapped in gauze, and traces of blood oozed out, fainting on the snow, extremely bright, while Meng Lang's body was already covered with thin frost. He had tried everything just now Hugging Meng Lang tightly, he couldn't give him even a little bit of warmth.

No matter how young he was, he had a vague feeling at this moment that his Yuan Yuan would never come back.

Xiao Shuhua has often lost himself in the past two years, and no one could tell when he would go crazy. Meng Lang never dared to stay too far away from him, and tonight was no exception.After Xiao Shuhua left, Meng Lang, who pretended to be asleep like him but chose to follow Xiao Shuhua to leave, was never the same as before. Before dawn, he led the lost Xiao Shuhua and hummed a little song to wake him up to practice martial arts.

Xiao Tongbei felt very sad. He blinked hard, as if after closing and opening, he would see Meng Lang busy in front of the stove again.

But he blinked thousands of times, his eyes were dry and astringent, and the pain was terribly sore. The snowstorm in front of him was still snowstorm, but he never came back.

"Baopuzi, please." When Wen Zhumi smiled, he saw the moon hanging high in the sky again, shook his head involuntarily, and asked sideways, "How long will it take for this snowy night to pass?"

Meng Wubei passed him by without saying a word, her eyes were as indifferent as the moon, her aloofness and coldness were better than the wind and snow that filled the sky.

Wen Zhumi's smile remained undiminished. After waiting for a while, he turned to look at Xiao Tongbei, and asked with a smile, "Is your name Xiao Tongbei? Tongbei, can you answer my question?"

Xiao Tongbei also looked at him coldly, but he was not as calm as Meng Wubei, his eyes were as red as blood, and the chilblains on his palms had been pinched by him, dripping red blood.

Wen Zhumi was bored, and shook his head: "It's better not to pass this snowy night, there are brothers only where there is a moon." He suddenly remembered something, glanced at Meng Wubei with a smile, and pointed again Said, "Unfortunately, the sun and the moon are different."

Among all the people present, Meng Wubei was the calmest one. He was neither as noisy as Wen Zhumi nor as desperate as Xiao Tongbei. He took a deep breath, and closed his veins again. After confirming that Xiao Shuhua's body was fine, he stood up and said, "What if Pindao repents at this time?"

Wen Zhumi didn't move, and looked at him fixedly: "Then I will die." He paused, "But so what?"

"..." Meng Wubei also looked back at him, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wen Zhumi shook his head, and finally put away the smile that never disappeared. This was the first time Meng Wubei saw him without a smile. This child has been smiling gently since the first time he met when he chased and killed Xiao Shuhua. A shallow smile, neither close nor distant, Meng Wubei didn't think it was special, but he had never seen Wen Zhumi without a smile.

"I don't have martial arts, and many things that want to have the best of both worlds can only be taken risks. Just like you want to keep the world and senior brother at the same time, I also hope that my sister and senior brother can be safe and happy, and the rest of their lives will be smooth. My proposal will indeed hurt senior brother, but I You can’t risk your sister’s life, and you can’t risk the world together.” Wen Zhumi paused for a moment, then said softly, “You have seen Senior Feng’s death with your own eyes, it’s true that I did it, but Senior Song, Qingru Daojun, Prince Gong's Mansion, and countless dead people in these thirteen prefectures, all of them were written by senior brothers. His crimes have long been unspeakable. If I don't want to protect him, I can take him away directly. It has been two years since my sister wanted to kill a brother who was almost defenseless."

"Why do you want to protect him?"

Wen Zhumi was silent for a long time this time, so long that Meng Wubei thought he wanted to avoid it, only then heard Wen Zhumi's voice as soft as a mosquito: "When Wen Xu did that kind of thing to me, senior brother saved me many times. "

Meng Wubei's hand that was holding Yulouchun trembled suddenly, and even his breathing trembled. He took a few deep breaths, and then held back the raging anger in his heart, and asked, "How can I help?"

"...Senior Brother and Sister are the best people to me." Wen Zhumi said, "Baopuzi, you don't have enough hearts to swallow a snake, you can't be cruel today, and in the future when people come to attack you, you can really be a husband." At that time, they will force the brother to die." He turned his head to look at Xiao Tongpei, and said in a low voice, "He is indeed very talented, but the surname 'Xiao' will bring him the risk of death. Disaster. At that time, you will not be able to protect anyone."

Meng Wubei wanted to say more, but Xiao Tongbei interrupted them first, and asked with a gloomy face, "How did Yuan Yuan die?"

Wen Zhumi was very interested: "Yuan Yuan?"

Meng Wubei remained silent, pulled out Yulouchun silently, and slashed through the wind, the fierce sword energy was as cold as frost, but Xiao Tongbei still stared at him with red eyes, Meng Wubei finally spoke, with a soft voice Lightly: "Pindao killed him."

Wen Zhumi raised his eyebrows. When he first met Xiao Shuhua, that's not what Xiao Shuhua said.

Xiao Tongbei jumped up immediately, and rushed towards him like crazy. Meng Wubei's eyes flashed coldly, and he knew that Xiao Tongbei had found something like a dagger this time - but even so, Xiao Tongbei Sad's movement was still too slow in his opinion, as slow as a toddler toddler, he was even disappointed, how could Xiao Shuhua teach such a waste after two years of teaching him everything.

So in the next moment, the aggressive Xiao Tongbei had already fallen heavily to the ground, and standing behind him was Meng Wubei who had moved over without knowing when, still lifting his unrecovered leg.

Meng Wubei brushed off the dust from his clothes, put down his legs calmly, lightly stepped on Xiao Tongpei's back, and said in a low voice, "Remember your powerlessness now."

Xiao Tongbei struggled and turned his head away, Meng Wubei's eyes filled with neither sorrow nor joy, he suddenly felt an untimely chill, he thought he saw a sharp sword, but he didn't know that it was Xiao Shuhua's osmanthus Dianqiu is still Meng Wubei's Yulouchun.

——Or, it was Xiao Shuhua's Meng Wubei.

Wen Zhumi winked, and the two disciples immediately helped Xiao Shuhua up on the ground, but Xiao Shuhua's sleeping point was so heavy that even such a movement could not wake him up, Meng Wubei took back Yulouchun in his hand, quickly He walked over and hugged him in his arms, looked at Xiao Tongpei who was still in the same place, and said indifferently: "Take your brother with you and find a good place to bury him."

Xiao Tong sadly asked, "Buried?"

"Let's go with the mountain of sorrow."

Xiao Tongbei withdrew his eyes, responded with a low voice, got up from the snow, and grabbed Meng Lang's skirt, the biting cold took the opportunity to sneak into his palm, but he was even more reluctant to let go, as if being caught by Meng Lang's body. As if the frost and snow were sticking to his hands, step by step, he firmly hugged him back into his arms.

He originally wanted to imitate Meng Wubei's movements, but he couldn't pick up Meng Lang no matter what, so he could only drag Meng Lang with difficulty, trying to keep up with Meng Wubei.

Xiao Tongpei wondered if what Meng Wupei said about remembering the powerlessness of the present also included seeing Meng Lang's clothes being torn with his own eyes, and he was still powerless to hold Meng Lang's despair?

Wen Zhumi stood behind them, looking at the figure that was gradually receding at two o'clock in the distance, finally put on the usual smile on his face again, quietly pursed the word "thank you" from his lips, and also led the two disciples, head He walked away without looking back.

The two people seemed to pass by by chance, and Baopuzi's reputation was established in that night of cold snow. However, behind the fame was the never-ending wind and snow, and the moonlit night with no end in sight.

All these secrets have never been mentioned again after many years.

But for Xiao Tongbei, the biggest secret of this night was that from then on, he was the only living person who knew about "Li Yuanzhi".

From then on, only he knew that there was a frail scholar named Li Yuanzhi, who played Meng Lang for three years and Meng Lang for two years, who came chasing the moon from the barrenness and died for the moon in the snow.

Is this your way?Yuan Yuan.

"If you said you broke his tendon, he would hate you."

"He always hated the poor." When Meng Wubei put Xiao Shuhua down on Tongbei Mountain, his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly about to fly, and he added in his heart: "But hate is better than love."

Hate can keep you alive, but love keeps you and me from ascending.

Meng Wubei leaned over and brushed Xiao Shuhua's hair away, looked at Xiao Tongpei who was at the side, and said: "I will leave the rest to the poor."

"What would you do?"

Meng Wubei didn't respond.

Later, he lived in another mountain in front of Tongbei Mountain. Yulouchun finally drank his blood, and all the people surrendered.

—and he is also a human being.

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