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It was still early summer, Song Ziyu was wearing the usual black and purple clothes of Wanhua Valley, carrying a small medicine box, and walked through the long corridor of the Hengshan Haoqi League with others.

The wind chimes under the eaves rang softly, and the clouds in the sky were picturesque, but the person who led him to walk remained silent.

"Excuse me... May I ask Madam... what is the disease?"

The person in front turned his head, pointed to his mouth, and made a meaningless "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound.

He was a mute.

Song Ziyu nodded, looked away, and stared peacefully at the stone road under his feet.

After turning another corner, the guide bowed and opened a door, inviting Song Ziyu to enter.He lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped into the room, vaguely seeing a well-mannered woman sitting behind the screen in the middle.

"Song Ziyu of Wanhua Valley, under the order of the leader, to diagnose and treat my wife." Song Ziyu bent down and saluted.

"Hee hee, is Shi'an?" The woman behind the screen came around, grabbed Song Ziyu's hand, and said coquettishly, "You all go down, I want to talk to Shi'an properly."

Song Ziyu was startled, and backed away in a hurry, who would have thought that this woman looked weak, but her hands were not weak, so he couldn't break free.

Looking at the situation in front of him, could it be that he is insane?

Seeing that the subordinates retreated in response, the woman pulled Song Ziyu into the inner room and sat down next to him, saying: "The plum cake you brought me last time was too sour and not tasty, only senior brother likes it." ... I knew you were always partial to senior brother!"

"Ma'am, you've got the wrong person." Song Ziyu was not used to this kind of contact with other people, so he struggled, "I'm a doctor who came to see a doctor."

The woman blinked and seemed a little confused: "Doctor?"

She changed her expression in an instant: "Brother, why are you still obsessed with medicine every day? My father told you to practice martial arts more and read less medical books..."

Although she was complaining, the woman no longer held him tightly, but obediently stretched out her hand to let him take the pulse.

The pulse was stable and normal, without any symptoms of madness or loss of soul. Song Ziyu raised his face in surprise, and just about to speak, he felt something cold and hard against his abdomen.

"I know what...you planted in Qi Yun's body."

The crazy and stupid voice disappeared, replaced by low and sober words: "Don't tell me my secret, I will keep it for you, how about it?"

Song Ziyu was terrified. When he planted the seeds of "heart disease" for the next ten years for Qi Yun, he never noticed that there were still people nearby.If anyone else...

"Don't be afraid, there is no one else." The woman's fingers were long and strong, with calluses on her fingertips, as if she was used to swords, "Don't care who I am...but if you want Qi Yun's life ..."

She smiled, casually took out the thing against Song Ziyu and threw it on the ground: "I can help you."

"Crack!" With a sound, half of the porcelain bowl shattered into several petals on the floor.

At that time, what did the young doctor say?

"I planted the blood orchid, which is born with hard work. It takes ten years for a tree to mature... When the seeds are mature, they need the hard work of the person who serves as the nourishment for the flowers to grow."

"I heard that the Blood Orchid communicates with yin and yang, can cure all diseases, and can reverse life and death. Is it true?"

"I do not know."

"You are a doctor, why don't you know?"

"The seeds were given by others. How can I identify whether this legendary evil thing has really come back to life?"

"Okay, let me change the question, who gave you the seeds?"

"...I can't say."

"Secret? You can't say it and forget it, so how can I help you? Just get the blood of your heart?"

"When the time comes, I will find a way to inform you. As long as you can pierce his heart and let the blood flow out, the Blood Orchid will naturally absorb the blood from his body and germinate and bloom quickly."

"it is good."

"...Who are you, and why are you pretending to be crazy here?"

"Shh, this is also a secret."

……

Ye Fengjun fell into the Yangtze River with one blow, and Qi Yun, who was on the spot, froze into a statue.

Everyone could see that a small transparent bud slowly protruded from the scar on Qi Yun's heart. It grew against the wind and quickly grew into a translucent flower with orchid-like petals. There is another trace of blood spreading out, as if the flower is sucking the blood from the heart of the human body it is parasitic on, blooming extremely cruelly but brightly.

Qi Yun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but something protruding like a root vein under the skin quickly covered his face, enveloping his unwilling and angry expression, together with those uncontrollable and uncontrollable Together with the ambitions that stopped, they were forcibly destroyed.

His body gradually shriveled and withered as the flowers stretched, and finally he couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground.

The people in the aura seemed to see a ghost, and they took a few steps back one after another, but no one stepped forward for a while.

And with the sound of armor colliding, the eighteen iron cavalry around Shen Yun came across the sky. These silent guards held long guns, their faces sank like water, and surrounded Qi Yun's body-then came Shen Yun didn't care about the broken arm, walked leisurely in front of Qi Yun, bent down and folded off the translucent flower with his left hand, brought it close to his nose, and took a sniff.

The man's clothes and armor were torn and messy, his body was covered in blood and mud from the gunpowder smoke of the battlefield, and his fingers were covered with blood, which made the flower more delicate and transparent, not like a mortal thing.

Then he smiled: "Hey...beautiful thing."

The old people say that before death, people will see what they want to see most in this life, and they will be forced to think of many long-term things, but Ye Fengjun's head is in a daze, and even the appearance of Ye Jiuci and Shen Yun are different. Can not remember.

Shi'an... Shi'an.

The general from the Tiance Mansion in the eastern capital once burned her and her senior brother's lives like a raging fire.

But since it ended up like that in the end, why did we meet in the first place?

She could no longer feel the pain from the arrow wound on her back, she could only feel the whistling wind in her ears and face, and the damp and cold river water breath.

...This time, I will never see you again.

"Mom!!!!" The unexpected voice tore through all the noise, piercing into my ears and my heart.

Ye Fengjun's eyes widened suddenly, and his fingers unconsciously scratched the air, and then the boundless tide surged up and submerged her.

When Ye Fengjun rolled off the bow of Haoqi's boat, Ye Youqi pulled off his cloak, jumped out of the boat while leaning on the side of the boat, and quickly swept towards Haoqi's side.

However, the frenzied dragon fish was still struggling and writhing in the middle of the Yangtze River, as if it was fighting fiercely against the beast rider's consciousness. As soon as Ye Youqi approached, he was swept by the huge fish tail and fell into the river.

"Cough, cough, cough!" His nose was sour from the choking, his throat was burning, but his eyes couldn't help but tears fell.

More than ten years.More than ten years.

He couldn't protect his mother when he was seven years old, but now that he's grown up, why can't he still do anything?

Ye Youqi grabbed a section of the boat plank and barely surfaced. Just as he was about to continue to rush there, he saw the water surface not far in front of him turning like a vortex, and it turned into a Tai Chi shape.

Immediately afterwards, countless cold sword shadows broke through the water, piercing the frantically writhing dragon fish into a screen, and thick blood gushed out, coating the Yangtze River with a layer of mournful red.When the sun was setting, the huge fish slammed back to the surface, twitched a few times, and finally stopped moving.

Under the late night and the boat fire, only the back of the dead dragon fish remained, floating on the river like an isolated island.

Liao Yungui held a person in one hand, and landed on the dragon fish's body dripping wet. The Que Xie sword that he sacrificed just now let out a long moan in the air, and returned to the scabbard behind him.

Although described as being embarrassed, Liao Yungui's expression did not show any embarrassment.He first patted Ji Miao's back to help him choke out the water in his chest, then knelt down and touched the acupuncture points on Ye Fengjun's body to stop the bleeding, and said softly, "Madam Ye?"

"...The Taoist priest doesn't need to work hard, it's hopeless." Ye Fengjun fell into the water without any new injuries, but the arrow wound on his back was too deep, blood flowed half of his body, and his breath was already weak, "I..."

"Mother!" While speaking, Ye Youqi had already arrived, and he knelt down directly, but he bluffed and dared not touch Ye Fengjun, his voice was trembling, "Mother..."

"So it's you." Ye Fengjun turned his head to the side, stretched out his hand to stroke Ye Youqi's hair, and said with a smile, "Youqi, you've grown up...you're such a good-looking boy too..."

The slender fingers pressed on the hair, soft and soft, but it made my heart tremble with pain.

"Mother, mother... I..." Ye Youqi burst into tears. He felt that he had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't say anything. -The weapon was pierced with blood, and the flesh and blood were rolled.

Year after year, day and night, it is full of blood, full of hatred.

Mother, I met my father, but he died to save me.

Mother, I'm in the Valley of the Wicked, and Shen Yun has become the owner of the valley. We're here to pick you up.

Mother, the person who saved you is my master, he is the best person in this world, I like him, will you be happy?

mother,……

"Boy, how can you cry at every turn?" Ye Fengjun raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, "Hey, don't cry, mother, look..."

After a long while, she sighed, "It's too fast, in the blink of an eye..." Before she could finish speaking, she was choked by the foam of blood, and the shocking red trickled down from the corner of her mouth. Feel the heat in the body is passing away bit by bit.

Just like the last remaining time of her, it has been disintegrated little by little and burned to ashes.

"Master, is my mother?" Ye Youqi begged and grabbed Liao Yungui's sleeve, "Can you still..."

Liao Yungui carefully handed Ye Fengjun into Ye Youqi's arms, stood up, and shook his head.

Not to mention how far Song Ziyu was from here, even if he was here, Ye Fengjun would not be able to live without something like the holy medicine of the Five Immortals Sect.

"I didn't expect that the person Song Shengshou arranged would be you." Shen Yun's voice came from one side, "He knew you were here, but he didn't tell me...?"

"Cough...that little doctor? He doesn't know who I am." Seeing Shen Yun, Ye Fengjun seemed very happy, "I don't know either...he is helping you...It turns out that the seed of the blood orchid is you for him."

The woman was silent for a while, then smiled again: "Shi'an, can you hug me?"

Shen Yun bent down and let Ye Fengjun wrap his arms around his neck, put his left arm around her knee, and put his right arm on her shoulder, and hugged him up.

Both of them were covered in blood, one had a feathered arrow stuck in his back, and the other had lost his right hand, but they didn't feel any pain at all, showing a similar peaceful expression.

Ye Fengjun leaned his head on Shen Yun's neck and murmured, "Where's brother?"

"In the Valley of the Wicked." Shen Yun, who always had a serious face, actually had a smile at this moment, "I'll take you back to see him."

"No, I'm in such a mess, senior brother will laugh at me." Ye Fengjun's voice became softer and softer, scattered in the evening wind of Nanping Mountain, "Don't bury me when I die...It's too dark...It's better to put me Burned to ashes...sprinkled down from the top of Kunlun Mountain...I want to be, in my next life, a bird, a small fish...a small stone."

"It's too hard to be a human..."

Her hand slipped from Shen Yun's shoulder, and the man holding her seemed to be unaware, still talking in a low voice, walking forward step by step.

It seems that it can be so old and never separated.