Brother, this showman

Holding the sword in one hand, Lan Weiyan stood up wobbly while supporting the ground with the other. His mung bean eyes were dyed red with hatred and murderous intent, almost bursting out.

"Feng, Lian, Chen." Lan Weiyan squeezed out the words with difficulty, tears rolling from the corners of his eyes washed the blood stains on his face, scarier than a girl with makeup.

"I don't know what the grudge is. If it's because of the dumb thing before, we can apologize. This thing was designed by Mei Yougan and the others. We can also apologize for the mummified corpse. Even if we collide with you and you Brother, we can also apologize."

Lan Weiyan was hoarse, weeping uncontrollably, his body staggered like a yellow flower blown by the wind: "But why did you kill us so cruelly!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I can testify that our Highness killed someone!" Gu Ren interrupted again.

Feng Lianchen froze, looked at the aggressive Lan Weiyan who was crying into tears in astonishment, and opened his mouth: "I...No."

"Brother, I didn't, I didn't kill anyone." Feng Lianchen turned his gaze to Ye Wenqing, who was also at a loss, and shook his head firmly.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and you still want to quibble!" Lan Weiyan clenched his fists, stared at him, and pointed to his stomach that was still bleeding, "You stabbed me."

"Brother."

"Did you really see it?" Ye Wenqing interrupted Feng Lianchen, looked at Lan Weiyan with deep eyes and a solemn expression, "You have framed my junior brother several times, how can I trust you?"

"It's absolutely true!" Lan Weiyan nodded affirmatively, stretched out his hand, and pointed tremblingly at Gu Ren, who was watching the show, "He also called Feng Lianchen 'His Royal Highness'."

"They belong to the same group! They are all ghosts! They do all kinds of evil, and they deserve death! They deserve to be crushed and ashes, and they can't be reborn forever!"

"Fuck you!" Gu Ren put away the leisurely look on his face, and shot at Lan Weiyan with sharp eyes, with a sinister expression, like a ghost crawling out of the Nine Nethers, showing his green face and fangs, "What is crime? Die? Die! How can you be so noble? There are many people who suck carbuncles and lick hemorrhoids in the world, and they are worse than me! Isn't Mei Yougan a living example?"

Lan Weiyan choked on his words, the wound on his stomach opened a little more, he grinned in pain, and kept inhaling and exhaling.

A complex look flashed across Ye Wenqing's eyes, facing Feng Lianchen's dark eyes, words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"Senior brother doesn't believe me." Feng Lianchen frowned slightly, and smiled slightly.His tone was as if he had been soaked in ice water, and he couldn't help shivering from the cold.

"How could it be Lianchen?" Su He said incredulously, "He has been with us all along! It's just the beginning."

"Ancestor, shut up." Song Jihua had no choice but to interrupt him, and Feng Lianchen really couldn't get rid of his suspicion if he continued.

Su He realized later, immediately covered his mouth, lay on Song Jihua's shoulder and pretended to be asleep.I said nothing and you heard nothing.

"How is it? I have nothing to say, right?" Lan Weiyan staggered forward clutching his stomach, grabbed Ye Wenqing's wrist, and looked at him with burning eyes, "Ye Wenqing, tell me , how should this matter be calculated? A total of [-] people from the four sects died at the hands of Feng Lianchen, a disciple of your sect. Let me ask you, according to the "Law of Cultivation" set by Zhan Mingzun, how should this be done? Convicted?"

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Gu Ren's anxious voice just saved Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing brushed Lan Weiyan's hand away, and interrupted his unfinished sentence: "First settle the matter in front of you, and it's not too late to talk about other things later."

"Junior brother, I've wronged you first." Ye Wenqing raised his hand and tapped Feng Lianchen's chest, then straightened his slightly open skirt, removed the grass clippings on his shoulders, and said softly, "What's the matter?" , let's talk about it later."

Feng Lianchen felt that the spiritual power flowing in his body was frozen instantly, no matter how difficult it was to gather, his slender eyelashes drooped, leaving two nests of shallow shadows.

"Gu Ren, you again."

Before Ye Wenqing finished speaking, he saw Gu Ren lying on the ground, turning his head to look at Fang Yi on his back with difficulty. If there are two people.

Ye Wenqing immediately put away the fairy rope, lifted Fang Yi from him, and slowly laid him flat on the ground.

Fang Yi's mouth seemed to be filled with a spring, and blood kept overflowing, and he couldn't stop it.

"Did you do something to him!" Gu Ren threw himself in front of Ye Wenqing like crazy, grabbed his collar, and growled at the top of his voice.

Ye Wenqing threw out a light blade and knocked off Gu Ren's hand, knocking him to the ground violently.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi." Gu Ren crawled forward, holding Fang Yi's hand tightly, looking at his blood-soaked clothes, and said tremblingly, "How could this happen, how could this happen?"

Gu Ren blocked his mouth with his hands again, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Don't shed anymore, don't shed any more."

But the blood still slipped quietly through the fingers.

Seeing this, Gu Ren stretched out a hand to block it again, but it still didn't help.

"Song Jihua, come and take a look." Ye Wenqing rubbed his brows, turned around and shouted.

Song Jihua stepped forward to look, frowning slightly, grabbed Fang Yi's wrist, a ray of light ignited from his fingertips, but disappeared suddenly when he touched his pulse.

Song Jihua was surprised and tried again, but the result was still the same.

"The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and there is no way to recover." Song Jihua withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed.

"How is it possible?!" Gu Ren helped Fang Yi up, staring at Song Jihua viciously like a wounded wolf cub, "You just don't want to save him! That's why you're talking nonsense here! Yes, it must be like this. Like Huaqiu, cold-blooded and ruthless, selfish."

"Where do you want to take him?" Ye Wenqing grabbed Gu Ren's shoulder.

"I'm going to take him to the doctor!" Gu Ren slapped Ye Wenqing's hand away, his eyes were dazed, and his mind was a little unclear. He hugged Fang Yi tightly, for fear that he would be snatched away, "At that time, his leg was broken. I was the one who took him to the doctor."

"Fang Yi, don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor, and then we'll go to another place. Didn't you say you didn't want to stay in the mountains? We'll leave this time and never come back again."

"Gu Ren, how long are you going to kill him?"

Qingfeng invited a voice full of grief and anger.

Gu Ren subconsciously buried Fang Yi's head on his chest, and looked at He Huaqiu with displeasure: "Are you trying to take him away from me again? Impossible!"

"Why doesn't Daoist He stay in the Condensing Soul Bead?" Ye Wenqing looked at He Huaqiu who was approaching from a distance in surprise, and couldn't help worrying, "Your soul has not been fully restored."

"It's just that the soul is gone." He Huaqiuyun smiled lightly, "There is nothing in the world that I miss."

Fang Yi, who was in Gu Ren's arms, seemed to have sensed something, and miraculously opened his eyes, and mumbled like a mosquito: "Gu Ren."

"Are you awake?!" Gu Ren was ecstatic, and supported Fang Yi's shoulder, "What's wrong with you, tell me quickly, let's see a doctor."

"It's okay." Fang Yi shook his head, his eyes fell on He Huaqiu's face, and he gently pushed Gu Ren, "I have something to say to him."

"No!" Gu Ren resolutely refused, "He will definitely persuade you to leave me again."

"No." Fang Yi closed his eyes, "I'm not the same kind of person as he is, and I won't go with him."

Gu Ren pondered for a moment, but still didn't let go, but led him to He Huaqiu step by step.

"I've been waiting for you for 15 years." Fang Yi opened his mouth, his mouth was full of bloody smell, his eyes glowed with a strange light, brighter than the stars on the sky.

"I didn't leave." He Huaqiu said, "I never left."

"I've always regretted why I took you back to Qianhe village. If you were allowed to lie on the road and be rescued by others, maybe you would have been famous all over the world and become a fairy teacher praised by everyone, instead of dying young." Fang Yi pursed his lips, smiled, and changed the subject abruptly.

"He Huaqiu, you will be here today, all because of your own fault, you have to blame yourself! You overestimated your strength and sought skin from a tiger, and even tried to talk about conscience with me, an inhuman bandit!"

Fang Yi clicked his tongue, tears welled up in his eyes, bent down and knelt down in front of He Huaqiu, choked up and said, "Why didn't you just kill me at the beginning? Or turn into a ghost to seek my life, I will be willing." Here you are. The mummy has been hanging for 15 years, I thought you would come. But He Huaqiu, I waited for 15 years, but I didn’t see you coming. Now that you are back, do you still want to take me away?”

He Huaqiu curled up his fingers hanging on both sides slightly, choked up and said, "I'm sorry."

"Daoist, where is my birthday gift?" Fang Yi raised his head, palms up, and looked straight at him, his eyes filled with anticipation, "I haven't had a birthday in these years. You didn't bring the gift To, the eighteenth has not yet passed."

After speaking, there was another severe cough, and blood overflowed from his mouth again.

"Brother Jihua, is he returning to life?" Su He whispered in Song Jihua's ear.

Song Jihua nodded.

He Huaqiu took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi immediately felt as if he had found a treasure, and carefully opened the box, and there lay a jade hairpin in the shape of auspicious clouds.

Pure white and flawless, crystal clear, just like the He Huaqiu in my memory, otherwise it would be half dusty.

Fang Yi stretched out his hand to pick up the jade hairpin, but he withdrew his hand again, with melancholy creeping up his brows.

"Don't you like it?" He Huaqiu asked, with a hint of nervousness in his words.

"My hands are dirty, so I'll get them dirty too." Fang Yi's eyes dimmed, and he sighed softly, "I still don't wear them."

"No." He Huaqiu squatted down, met his eyes, with a smile on his lips as always, and took his hand, "It won't be dirty, it's very clean, try wearing it. It's eighteen, it's time to tie your hair."

Fang Yi's expression changed, and the melancholy on his face shattered like a broken eggshell, replaced by unspeakable joy.

Fang Yi combed his long hair clumsily with a hand-made comb, and then picked up the jade hairpin to tie it up. However, his skills were unfamiliar and he failed several times.

He Huaqiu wanted to help him, but he refused.

When Fang Yi wanted to tie his hair for the tenth time, a big mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he leaned back, even the jade hairpin changed color.

"Master Dao, I can't wear this jade hairpin." Fang Yi said with difficulty, "But... I... like... like it very much, so I won't... no... return it to you."

"It was originally for you." He Huaqiu's eyes gradually dimmed, and he smiled bitterly, "I knew I would have bought you a few more, but it's a pity that I didn't bring enough money at that time."

"I'm sorry." Fang Yi became more and more difficult to breathe, "I...at that time...shouldn't have rejected you. If you went to Jianghai Yusheng, you wouldn't die, but."

"I don't want you to die." He Huaqiu seemed to know what he had said, and shook his head with a smile, "But I don't know how to deal with you, so I want to bring you back to Jiang Hai Yusheng for Master to decide. Two things can Avoid being sought revenge by monks who have made friends with Yao Ping'an."

Fang Yi was stunned for a long time, and then slowly smiled: "Thank... thank you."

When Fang Yi died, he died with a smile. The answer he had been obsessed with for 15 years was released today.

The mountain wind was lonely and cold, whistling away the boy who was not yet eighteen.

As the night grew thicker, she silently covered up the confusion of his life for the young man.