Hibiscus Moon

Those days of despair did not last for three days.

Although Buyue is not a woman, she won't hurt the spring, mourn the autumn and shed tears on the moon, but at least she has no martial arts, and she should be able to use wine to dispel her sorrows, cover her door, hurt herself, and express her inner grief...

However, he didn't have time to do anything. He just lit a cigarette to help the atmosphere of sadness, but he was dragged and beaten by Xia Yunfeng and forced to do coolies...

When all the dirty work was done by him, he was already exhausted like a dog, and he fell asleep in bed, so there was no time for sorrow and self-depression.

Xia Yunfeng turned over and became a landlord again, and he must pay back the anger he received before.

However, this is Bu Yue's personal opinion.

In Xia Yunfeng's eyes, Buyue has no internal energy, he can't lift his shoulders, he can't lift his hands, he can't cook, his clothes are torn, his dishes can be broken, and he can't do anything except serve tea, pour water and sweep the floor. use!

And show him face every day!

Of course, that face is really pretty...

He saw that even though he was dressed in plain clothes and animal skins, and his black hair was only loosely tied behind his back with a thick cloth, he still couldn't hide his enchanting beauty. Xia Yunfeng often felt that he had tamed a wild fairy girl to be his maid, otherwise, How could that man have such a beautiful face but such a rough temper!

After Buyue smashed two of the remaining five bowls, he was thrown into the cold wind and froze for an hour. It was already winter, and the land in Sichuan was very humid, so it started to rain lightly. In the wind and rain, I got sick from the cold.

Xia Yunfeng didn't care at first, it can be seen that his condition is getting worse day by day, after all, he picks herbs to make soup, takes care of him back and forth, Buyue accepts his care with a cold face, and doesn't know what's going on in his heart.

After drinking the decoction in the bowl, he looked at the rough porcelain bowl in his hand: "New bowl?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "I found some made of clay."

Buyue held the delicate bowl in one hand, her eyes were dark, she smiled suddenly, her face was shining like a flower blooming.

"Xia Yunfeng, it seems that you know everything."

Building houses, carving, firing porcelain, hunting, weaving, treating diseases, and even sewing clothes... Buyue saw that there were many tables, chairs and tea tables in the house. It looked like a valley in trouble, just like a scene of living. .

Xia Yunfeng said: "Linjiang Villa is a family of swordsmiths."

"What about the sword-making family?" Buyue looked sideways. He has lost a lot of weight these days, and his face is only the size of a palm, which highlights his whiteness and beauty, with a little arrogance and disdain.

"The swordsmiths in Linjiang Villa must be dexterous, familiar with all kinds of crafts in the world, and use all sword casting skills to forge the best swords in the world. These are the lessons I must learn since I was a child."

"Then you can make swords, why do you need such high martial arts?"

"All martial arts in the rivers and lakes are respected by the strong. They can only forge swords but not martial arts, only unknown craftsmen, and what I want in Linjiang Villa is not only these."

"Then it's good for you to forge swords and practice martial arts. Why do you need to chase me for thousands of miles?"

Xia Yunfeng was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "You want to know?"

That smile was leisurely and gentle, but Buyue was startled, and coldly snorted: "I don't want to know."

"I really don't want to know?" The low tone was still pleasant to hear, like a drop of spring water swaying into the low-alcohol fine wine, rippling in the heart, with boundless aftertaste.

Buyue suddenly smiled, with a beautiful face, her amber eyes were bent into crescent moons, her nose was beautiful and her lips were beautiful.

He said: "I just want to know, since you can cure diseases, is there a way to turn me back into a man?"

Xia Yunfeng paused, then laughed, with a touch of mockery and helplessness, he said in a low voice: "Do you think this is possible? Buyue, since you can plant the cause of suffering, you have to swallow this bitter fruit. It's the path you choose."

He watched Buyue's face gradually stiffen, and the flowery smile peeled off a little bit, turning into blank disappointment.

In this world of mortals, no matter what Zhu Yanyue looks like, she can't hide an ugly and greedy heart after all.

Xia Yunfeng didn't want to look at him any more, got up and went out.

Behind the thin wooden door, there was a crisp sound, it was his newly fired bowl being smashed again, he paused, shook his head and left.

The winter is getting deeper and colder every day, the vegetation and flowers have already withered, the bleak and dead trees are full of lifelessness, most of the animals in the mountains are hibernating, and the source of food is only the fish in the green lake, but they eat less and less. The continuous winter rain falls continuously, and in the damp and cold, even if there is a house to cover it, how can it be better if there is not enough warm clothing and food.

Buyue has not been getting better since that illness, on the contrary, it has become more and more serious. The originally beautiful face has become pale and thin, as if there is only a layer of skin left, and it is gradually covered with the shadow of death.

Logically speaking, his life and death have nothing to do with Xia Yunfeng, but Buyue can sense his anxiety, even though the peak-like eyebrows and eyes are still stable and calm in front of him.

The medicine he drank became more and more bland, and the vegetation in the mountains were all withered, and he was probably at the end of the mountain.

Bu Yue couldn't help but wonder if she would be too useless if she died here quietly, and I don't know if someone can burn incense and send a beauty to him after death...

His cough became more and more serious, sometimes he coughed all night and couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly coughed up blood one day, he couldn't believe it at first, and then laughed alone, he fell to such a point every step of the month, even It's because of greed for merit that he mistakenly practiced a book of evil skills, and even dreamed of being the best in the world in martial arts!

What Xia Yunfeng said was right, he had planted the cause of suffering, so he had to swallow the bitter fruit and pay the price for his delusion.

When Xia Yunfeng came in, he happened to see such a scene. His sword-like eyebrows frowned, and then stretched out. He walked to Buyue and sat down. He seemed to think for a long time before he said: "I found the way out of the mountain. I will wait for you to get sick. Once done, you can take enough food to go on the road.”

Buyue slanted at him, the smile on her lips hadn't dissipated, it was a sarcasm: "Xia Yunfeng, am I dying, so you comfort me like this? I don't need your pity!"

Xia Yunfeng said: "You just have typhoid fever and cough. It's too early for such a patient to die after a few years. If you want to die, I won't stop you. It will be less burdensome for me to leave here alone."

Buyue hesitated: "You...you really found the way out of the valley?"

"Just behind a stone cave in the east, I cleared the big rock blocking the road, and I can leave here along the path."

Buyue wanted to say something more, but he pulled his wrist, and then a warm current spread from the palm of his hand continuously throughout his body, gentle and calm, as if to smooth every pore in his body.

After Bu Yue was shocked, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, but unexpectedly he grabbed it firmly: "Don't move."

So he really stopped moving, and let himself touch his palms, seeing his eyes drooping slightly, the dark eyes were bottomless, obviously sometimes he could understand this man's every move, but sometimes he couldn't. What exactly is he trying to do.

Like, right now.

Buyue's skill has dissipated, no matter how much internal energy is input, it will only recover for a while, but it will consume a lot of energy for the person who sent the internal energy.

After a stick of incense, the palm force was removed, and Xia Yunfeng's face turned slightly pale.

"Xia Yunfeng, didn't you say you wanted to kill me before leaving the valley, why did you waste your internal energy to save me?" Buyue asked him like this.

Xia Yunfeng smiled weakly: "I've changed my mind."

"How are you doing?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "Buyue, I have saved you, helped you, and tolerated you several times. I only hope to influence you. I don't ask you to be a good person. I only hope that you will never do evil again. Can you agree?"

Buyue smiled: "Master Xia, you are really a good person, Bodhisattva is not as kind as you!"

Xia Yunfeng was still serious: "Buyue, can you agree?"

"Of course I agree." He answered easily and happily, "If I don't agree, are you going to kill me?"

"I don't have to kill you."

He smiled and went out of the room. Soon after, he brought another bowl of medicine and put it in Buyue's hands, but he never said the second half of that sentence.

Bu Yue stared at the bowl of medicine and became dazed.

Strange to say, after that, Bu Yue's illness improved rapidly, and in less than half a month, he was able to go to the fields to help Xia Yunfeng take care of things when he went out of the mountain. The journey is not far away, and he needs to bring enough food and warm clothes, but how to pack Tidying up is nothing more than a few pieces of animal skins and a few catties of dried fish. I don't know if they can support the two of them out of this valley.

The two-month winter rain has rested for a few days. In the early morning of that day, the sun still rose from the east, and the warm golden light shone on the long-damp and damp valley, bringing a little taste of hope.

Buyue miraculously got up early in the morning and boiled a thick pot of fish soup. When Xia Yunfeng got up, he saw that the man was eating vigorously, and there was less than half of the pot left. All naked, wiped his mouth and said: "You are a maid, how can you eat and drink without the master's permission?"

Buyue rolled her eyes: "How can there be such a lazy master who only gets up when the sun is drying his ass, and he deserves to only drink soup!"

"I'll punish you for cooking another pot."

"That's only when the master catches the fish and comes back. The water is cold in winter, and the little girl's body is delicate and unbearable to be cold." He is as delicate as a plum blossom after recovering from a serious illness, with icy muscles and bones, watery eyes that melted into ice, three points charming, seven points tenderness looking at him, with a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xia Yunfeng lost his mind for a moment, and he didn't realize that the corner of his mouth was stained with a smile. He was about to speak when he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his chest. The pain instantly spread to all his limbs, his throat suddenly sweetened, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood. Lie weakly on the table, staring at Buyue in disbelief.

That Qiaoxiao's weak face gradually became evil, her smile deepened, her voice was sweet and presumptuous, like a blooming and enchanting poisonous flower: "Is the fish soup delicious?"

"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, black blood spurted out of his mouth. He stared angrily at the enchanting and charming woman, with mixed feelings in his heart, but he couldn't say a word, letting his body gradually become limp and weak.

Buyue's smile never fades away, and there is no trace of apology or guilt on her beautiful face. Killing and killing is a very common thing for him. How can a cruel person know how to be grateful?

"I know Xia Xia likes this place very much, so I will stay here forever. I will get some paper money for you during the holidays. As for the grave, I can't pile it up for you. Don't hate me. yes."

Xia Yunfeng made a struggle, the chair under him fell down, and his body slid from the table to the ground. He stared at Bu Yue, and crawled towards him with bloody hands, but his body was shaking violently, and he crawled several times. No more strength left, only those eyes staring at him with hatred, full of resentment and unwillingness, as if they wanted to swallow him alive, and gradually, they were filled with despair.

Buyue quickly took two steps back. He had killed countless people, but this was the first time he saw such a resentful look in his eyes. It was like a ghost from hell that made people tremble.

He said: "Xia Yunfeng, I blame you for being too naive. How can a villain like me become good just by saying he's getting better? When you get to the underworld, you won't be a good person again in your next life."

The eyes staring at him became more and more angry, full of blood red color, almost wanting to eat people.

Buyue took two steps back, turned around resolutely, picked up the luggage that had been prepared and left towards the east.

At that time, the sun was just rising, and the morning sun was shining brightly. In the bleak winter, it seemed as if spring had come early, and everything was full of vitality. The sunlight outlined his exquisite figure, which was beautiful and stunning, but it was the heart of a snake and the means of purgatory.

That was the last time Xia Yunfeng saw before falling into death.

Picturesque beauty.