Weird show

※one※

Ji Shuliu did not follow Lu Fengchun to the Unyielding Gang, he sneaked into Pan Ziyun's residence in Hero Town under the pretext of having something to do.

The lunatic who kidnapped Tie Dan, the scribe who inquired about the news, the stranger who let the little bug pass the message, the masked guest who killed Mrs. Ai, the Temple of Peace, Wansong Valley, half of the jade pendant, the title of "ghost in the sword", and Xiao Jiu's hidden life experience, the truth about Shangguan's death...all the connections are messy, Ji Shuliu is full of guesses, but he is too lazy to think about it, just silently looking at Pan Ziyun's humble residence.The empty bedroom was almost as cold as the outside, the old quilt on the bed was thin and hard, and the desk beside the bed had a large piece of paint peeling off.

How many years did Pan Ziyun torture himself before he became that skinny and bone-like?

He has never cherished his life very much. When the Su residence was pretending to be a ghost, he used his immature knife skills to take risks and kill several people in the Sumen. Su Yulong once held his neck with a short knife, but in the end it didn't hurt much.This time, his distress had nothing to do with his dead wife or Sumen's old case. He was just trying to save a cowardly passer-by, but he was dying. Could it be that good things can't be done?

It was hard for him to gain a few taels of flesh, it was hard for him to have a little more blood on his face, it was hard for his eyes to glow with a little life, and it was hard for him to have a few friends around him... But he was under that trap, listening Ai Xiucai's useless cry, how cold it was when he struggled to get out again and again.

Doctor Fei's regretful assertion echoed in his ears like a mantra, and Ji Shuliu also felt very cold. The severe cold under the ice surface of Heishui Lake seemed to have not erupted until now, and it could no longer be ignored.

He lay powerlessly on the ground.After all, he had lived so well since he was a child, and his endurance was always poor.

When he was young, his eldest brother gave him the best things. In winter, the stove would always make the house as warm as spring, the quilt would always be soft, and it would be fumigated before going to bed. At that time, he didn’t seem to really understand what it meant. What is hot, what is cold, what is pain, what is hard work...

But his home is gone.

He has experienced many life and death.Grace and hatred are entangled, no matter to his biological parents or to those old people in Sleeping Star Academy of Drunken Sun Castle, he can neither repay gratitude nor take revenge.

But Pan Ziyun has nothing to do with all this.Why can't he even protect Pan Ziyun well, and why doesn't he even know who to seek revenge?

Ji Shuliu felt as if he had returned to the time when he just came out of Zuizunbao. He didn't know whether his relatives were alive or dead, and he didn't know where he would go in the future. .

The cold went straight to the marrow, and he felt that he should think about something that would make his blood boil, but suddenly the stern voice he heard when he first arrived in Hero Town: "Little sister, you died so hard!"

Why did Pan Ziyun, who had a deep relationship with his parents when he was young, hear the legend that Shang Fengxian abused a daughter to death, and wrote a story of revenge and murder of his mother? Why did Ji Shuliu, who was loved and knew nothing about abuse, burst into tears because of such a story?Why did the cruel, maniacal and rebellious Su Yanlong finally let Pan Ziyun go for this "Nizi Biography", and why the legendary upright and selfless Heavenly Punishment Sect might be inseparable from the murderer who seriously injured Pan Ziyun?

When Ji Shuliu wanted to wipe his tears with his hand, he realized that the severe cold had frozen his clothes inside, and his sleeves and trousers were even frozen hard.

He quickly got up and wanted to light the stove, but found that there was no charcoal in the stove. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.

Pan Ziyun hadn't been back since the beginning of winter. There was no fire in this house for warmth, and except for the lack of wind, it was almost as cold as outside.Ji Shuliu unknowingly curled up on the ground, his limbs still felt cold, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his internal organs. After a long time, he realized that he had a fever.He didn't know well, so he got up and prepared to go to a medical clinic, but when he sat up, he was suddenly overwhelmed by heavy fatigue, he seemed to have lost consciousness for a while, and when he woke up, he had already lay down again.

Do you want to struggle to go out to see a doctor?

He tried his best to make up his mind several times, but failed. The sweat all over his body made him want to go through the moment when he opened the door and went out, and the winter wind was blowing towards his face.

Finally, he said to himself: "Anyway, I have good internal strength, even if I fall asleep, I won't freeze to death here." Then he fell asleep completely.

※two※

When Qin Songfeng found Pan Ziyun's residence, he saw Ji Shuliu's face was pale, lying motionless on the ground.

His complexion suddenly became worse than Ji Shuliu's. He jumped up and squatted next to Ji Shuliu, bent down to sniff... Then, his fingertips, which were cold outside, were scalded by a gust of hot wind.

Qin Songfeng let out a long sigh of relief, swayed his body, and sat down directly.He felt a little empty in his mind, and felt that he had never been so afraid in his life to the point just now.

After calming down for a moment, he took Ji Shuliu's pulse with his right hand, and shook Ji Shuliu's shoulder with his left hand a few times.Ji Shuliu opened his eyes a little, his eyes were a little dull at first, but soon fixed on his face, he raised his hand to grab his shoulder, his fingers trembling slightly.

Qin Songfeng asked: "What's the matter with you?"

Ji Shuliu pressed Qin Songfeng's neck with cold fingers and pressed his ear to his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lu Fengchun said that his marksmanship was taught by Shangguan ten years ago... Lu Fengchun He is the son of the murderer who took revenge on the eagle-eyed Lao Liu, and his right leg was broken by Shangguan when he was nine years old."

Qin Songfeng stayed still for a while, and then gradually sorted out the cause and effect, looked at Ji Shuliu and asked, "Why didn't you go to Buyi to help change clothes, but ran here instead?"

Ji Shuliu said in a daze, "I don't know...I'm being stupid."

Qin Songfeng glared at him, seeing that he was so weak that he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't get fit, so he sighed and said, "I'll take you to another place."

Fortunately, people from all corners of the country often come and go in Hero Town, and the inn is very prosperous. Qin Songfeng went out with Ji Shuliu in his arms. He didn't care about saving money, so he found the most comfortable inn in the legend and stayed in a room. Ask the guys to prepare a large bucket of hot water, porridge, and ginger soup.

The porridge was the first to be served, but the hot water hadn't boiled yet.Ji Shuliu was leaning on the recliner in the room, holding the porridge with a towel in his left hand, and scooping up the rice soup with a spoon in his right hand, and sipped it while blowing, his pale blue face finally returned to a little rosy.Qin Songfeng frowned and looked at him, and he blinked through the white mist rising from the hot porridge, looking innocent.

Qin Songfeng really wanted to scold him a few words, but when he remembered that Pan Ziyun was still lying in Feishen Doctor's house, his life and death were uncertain, and he was immediately discouraged. He was not in the mood to scold him again, walked over and pressed his shoulder and said, "Do you know that your physical condition is stronger than ours? It's all much better."

Ji Shuliu lowered his head and obediently said, "I know."

Practicing martial arts can naturally strengthen the body, but if you want to wander around the rivers and lakes and earn a living on the blade, it means countless hard work, and it is inevitable to leave some hidden dangers.Ji Shuliu is different. From the day he started practicing martial arts, at least two elders have always watched him together to prevent him from falling and knocking. No one dared to hit hard even during sparring, and he practiced entirely out of interest. Really did it step by step.So although he doesn't look strong and mighty, he is actually much healthier than most people who have suffered from old injuries since childhood.

But no matter how good his health was, he couldn't stand his courting death like this.

The painstaking effort required to raise Ji Shuliu is probably ten or a hundred times that of raising other children. Although it was not Qin Songfeng's hard work, he still felt a little distressed, and kicked the leg of the reclining chair lightly: "The foundation is good!" It is the capital of survival, not for you to fiddle with."

Ji Shuliu gently closed his eyes: "I understand, I... just feel bad, and forgot that there was water on my clothes."

The guy called the door outside and came in carrying hot water.Qin Songfeng thanked him in a low voice, and after they left, he dragged the bucket to the recliner, pulled away Ji Shuliu's messy clothes, and was about to scrub, when he saw a long and deep wound on his back shoulder. When it was underwater, it was drawn out by a lunatic with a dagger.

Qin Songfeng's face changed slightly, and the anger he had finally held back finally broke out, and he punched hard on the table next to him: "The wound is so deep, why don't you change your clothes quickly when you come back, and soak it? You don't want to live!"

Ji Shuliu shrank his neck from the shock, looked at him a little scared, but didn't speak.

Qin Songfeng hurriedly wiped all the intact parts of his body with a towel soaked in hot water, and said while wiping: "Do you know that the black water lake stinks out in summer. There are dead cats, dogs, and mice floating in it, swelling up like a ball. You don't think it's disgusting."

Ji Shuliu really showed a disgusted expression, but after his body recovered, the wound hurt more and more, and he frowned and slumped on the recliner speechless.

Qin Songfeng left him to go out, asked someone for a pinch of salt, washed his hands, rubbed it into the wound to expel the poison.

Ji Shuliu trembled violently, and couldn't help but hum.

Qin Songfeng pressed hard on his sweaty back: "Don't move! If you love being a hero, show it to the end, don't pretend to be pitiful halfway through."

Ji Shuliu was silent, but because he was so weak, he accidentally passed out from the pain for a moment.

Qin Songfeng stopped quickly to check his expression, and he felt that it wasn't particularly bad.Sure enough, he opened his eyes very quickly, and he happened to be looking at Qin Songfeng.

Qin Songfeng was still angry, and said in a low voice, "You deserve it."

Ji Shuliu couldn't bear it and raised his face: "Qin Songfeng, if you don't know how to speak, just shut up."

Those who never get angry are the most powerful when they get angry. Qin Songfeng immediately lowered his eyes in fright. Not only did he not dare to look at him again, he even dared not vent his breath.

After the wound was treated, it was completely dark outside.Qin Songfeng carried Ji Shuliu to the bed, and Ji Shuliu lay there on his side covered by the quilt, his breathing gradually became steady and long, obviously falling asleep.

Qin Songfeng also didn't sleep for two days and one night, and he also didn't eat much. The drowsiness gradually hit, but Ji Shuliu's anger seemed to have not disappeared just now. He didn't dare to go to bed, so he just drank the remaining half bowl of cold porridge and lay down on his stomach. fell asleep at the table.

※three※

Qin Songfeng had a dream.

Qin Songfeng's dreams are not as rich as ordinary people's.When he was in a stable state of mind and did not have nightmares, he dreamed ten times, and at least eight times he was in a strange place, isolated from the world, with no grass growing, only endless flat ground.In it, he practiced swords alone to his heart's content, or confronted a shadowy person.Sometimes the masters he is familiar with will appear there to fight with him. Qu Ze and Fang Heng are regular visitors, but Ji Shuliu has appeared most often in recent years. When Ji Shuliu comes, the sky there seems to be bright How many points.

This time it was not Ji Shuliu, this time it was Pan Ziyun.

In the dream, Pan Ziyun's sword technique was much stronger than usual, as if he had mastered the "wild way" he had practiced for many years and the orthodox way in the martial arts, and entered a new realm that Qin Songfeng had been expecting him to enter.Qin Songfeng must be extra careful when practicing against him, because he has become a real master.

They seem to have been fighting for a long time, and they didn't decide the winner until the end. In fact, they didn't want to decide the winner.

When neither side could use any new moves, they naturally stopped.Pan Ziyun suddenly showed a smile. A while before the accident, the smile on his face was no longer rare, and this smile was no different from his usual smile.

He smiled and nodded his goodbyes, turned around and left.

Qin Songfeng stayed where he was, holding his sword and looking at his back that hadn't disappeared for a long time because there was nothing to cover him, remembering that he was obviously unconscious.Qin Songfeng couldn't help thinking, could it be that Pan Ziyun had died quietly on the hospital bed, and his soul ran into his dream to say goodbye to him?

Before he could figure it out, there was a loud shout urging him to wake up.

Qin Songfeng lay on the table and opened his eyes, and saw Ji Shuliu staring at him intently, his eyes seemed to have just woken up, his face was flushed with unhealthy redness due to fever.

Ji Shuliu asked in a tired voice, "Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

Qin Songfeng sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, slowly remembered what happened before he fell asleep, lowered his head and said honestly: "I'm sorry, I can't speak."

Ji Shuliu turned his head to the other side, and said in a muffled voice, "Go to bed. Do you think I'm the kind of man who won't let his wife go to bed after a fight?"

Qin Songfeng said "I'm sorry" again, then took off his coat, lifted Ji Shuliu up and moved into the bed, lying on the outside with his head up.

Ji Shuliu gave him half of the quilt, pulled his arm under his eyes, and burst into tears.