Qi Kuo

The atmosphere in the arena was a bit stagnant, even the women around who were eager to look at Chen Ke stopped their commotion, and stood stiffly in place, not knowing whether to leave or stay, fearing that if they were not careful, their heads would fall on the spot.

Needle drop is audible.

Jiang Buqing froze for a while, then turned back, his voice sounded a little trembling under forced composure, and he said: "The general is joking."

Chen Ke didn't continue to say this, and he didn't seem to notice the guilt in his tone, and said slowly: "I don't know what the prime minister is planning?"

Jiang Buqing went back and sat down, raised his hand and waved away the servants, then looked at Chen Ke and said, "Let me think about this matter."

Chen Ke sneered undisguisedly when he heard his words, and said contemptuously: "Chen thought that the prime minister was someone who could plan big things, but he didn't expect to be so afraid of trouble!"

Jiang Buqing held the wine to his hand, then slammed the wine glass on the table with a loud bang, and said solemnly, "Is the general's statement inappropriate?"

Sitting on a wooden chair, Chen Ke leaned back completely relaxed, slowly turning a hollow ring on his left hand with his right hand, and casually met Jiang Buqing's gaze, with a big mocking arc drawn from the corner of his lips: "Really? Does the prime minister still want me to say something flattering?"

Without waiting for Jiang Buqing to refute, he continued as if no one else was present: "The strategy of a country lies in the people, but soldiers and generals are to ensure the people's livelihood and well-being, and an excellent and heartfelt military inheritance is a must-have for generations to come..." He looked up Looking at Jiang Buqing's ashen complexion, there was another sneer in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was the truth word by word: "If the National Defense Army is not eliminated, we will not be able to live in peace for a day. Before we get out of Shu Zhou is afraid that the National Defense Army has come early and strangled us to death in our sleep..."

He raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him again, and said in a still insatiable way: "I believe everyone here must have heard about the strength of the National Defense Army... But the actual situation must not be clear to me... Do you know the reality of a bird like Huisheng?" Its purpose is not just invisible and not just for sending messages. You know that the National Defense Army is not subdivided, and there is no so-called special thing that the army is particularly good at. Or put it this way, they are proficient in none of that, and they are not that good at it. Also, they won't... Also, if we don't get rid of the National Defense Army, when they will directly surround us, and even sneak into our camp quietly, it is not impossible to assassinate the coach..."

The corners of Jiang Buqing's eyes twitched twice, looking at the young man who was casually stating the facts, he said with a smile: "We have General Chen around, how dare they act rashly? Besides, the general is very familiar with their combat strategy, so how can we Will you be ambushed?"

After hearing what he said, Chen Ke clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Prime Minister, we basically sit in the army and command the overall situation, so how can we end up fighting so easily? How can I fully understand each of them's fighting methods? Each of them has their own A set of different combat methods. When they go into battle, they will always move towards the ultimate goal. They will never use any method, as long as it is not harmful to the world. Besides, their basic cooperation in battle is better than that of you and me. The two are much better."

Jiang Buqing's face turned blue and white, changing colors back and forth, and remained silent without speaking.

Chen Ke ignored him, and continued to talk about himself: "Furthermore, the prime minister neither let me know the strength of our troops nor the strength of the soldiers in our hands, nor can I have effective exchanges with them." Running-in and training, when the time comes, once a war breaks out, you must know better than me what the consequences will be... My words stop here, and it is up to the Prime Minister how he thinks about it."

His ending sound rose slightly, with a hint of frivolity and disdain.

Jiang Buqing's hand holding the cup was trembling slightly, but his face was calm. He looked at Chen Ke's calm face and said with a smile: "I'm too cautious, let me discuss it, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow." ?”

Chen Ke raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Huh? What can the prime minister tell me? Haha, we agreed at the beginning that I would only be responsible for leading the troops and ignore the rest. Will the prime minister regret it?"

Jiang Buqing secretly scolded Chen Ke for being an old fox, with a smile on his face, full of flattery and flattery: "Are you joking, the general? When did I say such a big thing? How can the general's talent be buried with those warriors?" middle?"

Chen Ke figured out the gold content of this talented person by himself, and thought he was right, but his face was distressed: "The prime minister is too polite, and words like a talented person are used on Chen. It's really inappropriate..." He raised his finger and pointed to Mr. Su who had been silent all this time, and his tone was relaxed and comfortable: "Master Su should be called a talent of the sky, and he can do both!"

Su Zhining's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Chen Ke with a half-smile: "Why did the general say that?"

Chen Ke smiled: "No, I just saw that you hugged two oirans in the capital last time, and I was very jealous."

Su Zhining's eyes were slightly condensed, and Jiang Buqing, who was sitting above, glanced at Su Zhining, with an unknown color in his eyes, a smile appeared on Chen Ke's lips, and his eyes were cold.

Jiang Buqing returned to the temporary mansion, and as soon as he stepped into the main house, he immediately said to the air: "Find out Su Zhining's latest whereabouts for me, and send someone to follow him."

There was no one to talk to in the air, but Jiang Buqing's clothes were flying and his hair was flying in the completely closed room.

His eyes are full of malice and speculation, doubting both Su Zhining's loyalty and Chen Ke's scheming, he doesn't believe in anyone, except this dog in the dark.

Travels silently and never threatens him.

Loyal and not lethal.

I will only hurt myself and slowly heal alone, and will never disturb him, or betrayal.

When Chen Ke returned to the small yard, everyone was asleep. In the whole yard, only moths were still rushing towards the only light in the endless and long darkness without hesitation.Sometimes a "crack" indicates the death of a moth.

Sometimes he looked at the moths and wondered, what are they doing this for?What's the point?You can't get anything, but you can only get death without any suspense.

Moths fly into the flames, and they end up with death, reincarnated forever, but they can't get a good ending, only the sight is full of desolation, burned to ashes.

He once asked some moths fluttering towards the flame very boredly: "What?" He didn't get any answer, but it might be because of a tacit understanding, a moth flew around his eyes a few times, and slowly Flapping its wings, it flew into the fire, and the fire suddenly ignited, but the moth in the fire seemed to be reborn.

The reincarnation of all things, not only the rebirth of the phoenix from the ashes, but also the annihilation of moths into the fire.

But who really knows who is really reborn and who is really annihilated.

Perhaps what should be there is only a doomed disappearance.

Before he left, he asked Gu Zhi if he was afraid that he would really betray him.What if you really betrayed.

Gu Zhi smiled, then kill him directly, there is nothing to ask.

He smiled and asked, "So unfeeling?"

Gu Zhi also smiled: "I don't live for you... Or, since I became the so-called emperor, I am no longer Gu Zhi, my existence is only for the common people. Even Li Chengruo is the same. "

After hearing this, he just smiled and didn't say anything more.

In fact, they are the same, they are all living for a glimmer of hopeless hope, and then wait for the rebirth after the annihilation of the hopeless place.

When Zhao Jun came out in the middle of the night, he saw Chen Ke sitting under the lamplight, the flickering lamplight illuminating his face indefinitely, one spot could be seen, but it could never be fully seen.

Just like his people, you can never guess what he is thinking.

Chen Ke looked up when he heard the movement, and when he saw it was Zhao Jun, he beckoned him to come over.

Zhao Jun moved over slowly, blew out the lamp in his hand, and sat opposite him.

Chen Ke didn't look at him, but just looked at the blue smoke left after the candle was blown out, and said, "Zhao Jun? Is there anything you want to tell me? Or do you have anything you want to ask me?"

His voice was faint, with a smell of loneliness, as mellow as strong wine.

Zhao Jun didn't speak for a long time, and Chen Ke didn't urge him, only the sound of insects and moths in the yard remained.

It's been a long time, or maybe soon, at least Zhao Jun is sitting on pins and needles at this moment, as if he is in the hell of Shura.

How to speak?

Frank?Hesitant?Hesitant?Or is it resolute and thorough?

It seems that everything is possible, and it seems that there is nothing.

He doesn't seem to have a stand.

Hesitant or resolute.

It's been a long time, really a long time.

It's been so long that he felt that he could ignore it, but when he suddenly looked back, he realized that everything he saw was unbearable.

With the coolness of early summer, his voice was clean and clear: "Why?"

Why keep me?Wanton indulgence or instruction.

Are you really so innocent or are you testing?

Chen Ke's throat moved slightly, and after a while he said with relief: "No...you didn't think about everything, you just thought about it, so you did it."

There is no so-called investigation, and there is no so-called knowledge.

Yes, just a blank look at him and a distant and unclear figure, walking slowly under the setting sun, holding a cloth belt in his hand, his high-twist hair penetrated the warm light, diluting the light , but illuminated his eyes.

He was never, to him, at a loss.

or this or that.

Just thinking about it.

The slightest bit is all selfish desires.

A round of bright lonely moon hung in the sky, and the scattered moonlight could not penetrate the darkness like ink.

Zhao Jun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end it turned into a slight sigh.

He looked at Chen Ke through the candlelight in the middle, wobbly, just like what he saw just now, always without the whole face, always only a small part of light and most of darkness.

They sat silently next to each other, there was no sound for a long time, only a faint breath remained.

Chen Ke sat for a while, and suddenly asked, "What did your master teach you?"

Zhao Jun raised his eyes to look at him again, he licked his slightly dry lips, and said, "Actually, she's not really a master, it's just that I'll be at her house a lot of the time, so I just learned some miscellaneous things from her."

"Ok?"

Zhao Jun: "Really, like feng shui, witchcraft, voodoo and some other things, I will learn it."

Chen Ke had a smile in his eyes: "Witchcraft? You know witchcraft?!"

Zhao Jun nodded: "But it's very simple witchcraft." When he talked about his master, his eyes lit up, shining brightly, "Master's house has a big stove, which is filled with a stove all the year round. Thick dark green stuff, I don’t know what it is, she never let me see how she uses it, when I asked her, she just said, it’s a secret, you can’t see it. But she let me every year Go to Huaiqing Mountain with Sister Li Lan and help her pick a fruit called cholera and add it to it."

Chen Ke slightly supported his chin with his right hand, and looked at him: "Then can you let me see your witchcraft now?"

"No." He refused completely, "Master, she won't let me use witchcraft."

Chen Ke blinked, as if he understood something, so he didn't continue the topic.

After a while, Zhao Jun saw Chen Ke standing up, and said to him, "Okay, go back to sleep, it's late at night."

After speaking, he took the candle on the side and lowered his head to help him light the lantern on the table.

Zhao Jun saw his hair loose behind him slipping down his shoulders, diluting the light behind him into strands, with no complete spot to be found.

Zhao Jun looked at Chen Ke with the top of his hair lowered in front of his eyes, in a trance, and looked away in a panic.

As if there was something that shouldn't be touched, he stretched out his hand and touched it without hesitation.

Just like the witchcraft back then, he almost died in his own hands.

So he learned forbearance with ease without a teacher.

Staying away and avoiding drugs like detoxification.

Zhao Jun took the lantern that Chen Ke handed him, and asked him without any ups and downs, "What about you?"

Chen Ke said "Huh?", then reacted, and said, "I'm going to wash up, and I'll sleep later."

He raised his hand and rubbed Zhao Jun's hair, pushed him out of the small pavilion, and waved his hand: "Go to sleep."

Zhao Jun nodded, and immediately walked to his room without hesitation.

As soon as he returned to the room, he was just about to lie down and sleep again, when he sat up suddenly and said to himself, "What did I just go out for?"

Asking himself to no avail, he had to lie down and rest again.

The soft bedding slowly tightened in his arms.

When Zhao Jun woke up naturally the next day, he rubbed his eyes. As soon as he regained consciousness, he immediately jumped up from the bed in shock, and hit his head on the bed frame without paying attention.

While hurriedly getting dressed, he was rubbing his head, without combing his hair, and hurried towards the kitchen.

On the way, I ran into Yu Jianglin who had just opened the door. Seeing him running fast, he stopped him and asked, "Little Zhao Jun, why are you going?"

Zhao Jun threw her away in a hurry, complaining: "It seems that no one cares about the things we are stewing in the pot!"

Yu Jianglin's face changed, and no one stopped him, and rushed to the kitchen faster than Zhao Jun.

Oh, she caught wild boars for a few days!

I'm afraid there will be no scum left!

The two ran to the kitchen, pushed open the kitchen door heavily, and picked up a layer of floating ash.

Yu Jianglin hastily lifted the lid of the pot, only to see an empty pot.

Yu Jianglin screamed: "Who stole my mother's soup?!"

The rest of the people just remembered the pot of soup, and heard Yu Jianglin's roar as soon as they entered the door.

Luo Qize waved his hand: "Don't look at us, we came here later than you."

Yu Jiang's face was filled with despair: "My soup!"

So Tan comforted: "Then what, you can still catch the second one."

Yu Jianglin squinted at him: "Go!"

So Tan kept silent, the scene when Yu Jianglin caught this wild boar alone was vivid in his memory, he was extremely aggressive, it could be called the end of the world.

Chen Ke came late, looked at a group of people surrounding the kitchen, and asked, "Why are you so crazy early in the morning?"

Yu Jianglin snorted from the tip of his nose.

Chen Ke walked to a cabinet, took a big jar out and lifted the lid, and the aroma was instantly overflowing.

Yu Jianglin was taken aback for a moment, rushed over in a hurry, and then punched Chen Ke on the shoulder: "You actually installed it!! Not bad, young man!"

Chen Ke was stunned by her slap, and was so stimulated by this "boy" that he couldn't speak for a while.

Everyone took the bowls and chopsticks, and they didn't care about not eating greasy things in the morning, so they drank the soup directly.

While Zhao Jun was eating deliciously, suddenly a white carrier pigeon flew over.

He reached out to catch the pigeon, and took out a small note from his lap.

Open it up for a look, and after seeing it clearly, he smiled and said to everyone: "Sister Li Lan is here."

Chen Ke: "..."

Lin Zheng: "!!"

Crowd: "!!!"

Yuan Ming laughed: "Why is everyone coming to Shuzhou recently?"

Luo Qize wiped the scallions that accidentally got on his lips, and smiled: "No, only when there are people around, otherwise, who would come here non-stop."

Zhao Jun completely ignored Luo Qize's gaze, just shook the note in his hand, bowed his head and took a sip of the soup.

Chen Ke's gaze stayed on his exposed neck for a few seconds before slowly looking away.

Taking advantage of Li Lan's absence, Chen Ke called everyone to the small pavilion in the middle of the pond in the garden, put some pastries on the small round table, and lowered his eyebrows: "Be casual, don't teach others to see anything."

Everyone sat and stood, Zhao Jun squeezed a piece of pastry, leaned on a column, facing the pond, crumbled the pastry in his hand little by little, and then sprinkled it in the water, looking at the opening and closing fish mouths in the water .

Chen Ke didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to the topic: "I haven't told you the purpose of our coming to Shuzhou this time." He paused, and continued: "Jiang Buqing's preparation for rebellion has long been a foregone conclusion. Now he There are nearly 40 soldiers in Shuzhong, and now I don’t know the overall strength of this army. At present, I pretend to be rebellious with him, just to win his trust and transfer part of the military power to me, but Jiang Buqing This person is suspicious and cautious, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

Yu Jianglin smiled, took a sip of water, "Should I draw one or two people from the Fanhua Pavilion to start with this aspect."

Chen Ke shook his head: "No, the last time Su Zhining gave him the person he gave to him, he did it directly in front of us, and then returned the person."

After hearing this, Yu Jianglin twitched his eyes, and said with a spring face: "How did Jiang Buqing do it! Come here directly!! You still watched it!!"

Gu Tan gritted his teeth at the side: "Tsk tsk, I can't bear to look directly...but it's exciting!"

Chen Ke closed his eyes helplessly: "I meant to do it, and I meant to directly mutilate people, that's not the way to do it!"

He stopped for a while, went directly over here, and said to Liang Song: "You go and deliver a letter to the emperor, and let him make a handsome seal... By the way, you should be careful recently, I suspect that your old opponent is about to come out. "

Liang Song grinned half of the corner of his mouth after hearing this, and said in a harsh tone, "Then I'll let him come and go."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Zhao Jun finally finished dividing the small pastry on his hand, so he turned around and asked, "What old opponent?"

Chen Ke smiled: "So, it's not that the whole family doesn't enter the same door. We're old friends."

Zhao Jun was still a little confused, so he went to the small table and sat down without asking.

Chen Ke thought for a while, and felt that Zhao Jun still didn't understand, after all, he wasn't by his side at the time.So he thought about it and began to explain to Zhao Jun.

Maybe all stories begin with: On a sunny spring day...

But they didn't, on a dark and windy night, everyone fell asleep, and then they woke up the next day, and saw this beautiful spring day when they opened their eyes.

Liang Song was lying on the bed, listening to his master chattering to his disciples outside, and gradually felt that his consciousness was blurred.

Just as he was about to see Duke Zhou, he heard a roar from outside the door: "Liang Song, you still don't get up, do you want to be punished again?!"

When Liang Song heard his master's furious tone, he got off the bed in a panic and walked out of the door in a strange posture. go hand in hand."

As soon as he walked out the door, all eyes, full of worry or suspicion, just looked straight at him.

Liang Song showed the appearance that a senior brother should have, supported his lower back with one hand, and waved to all the senior brothers with the other: "Morning!"

Before he was finished, Tian Xin, who was standing behind him with a dark face, directly raised his hand and slapped him on the head: "I'll let you dawdle! Dawdle!"

Liang Song suffered a sudden pain, and looked back: "Master, if you do this again, what should you do if you beat me stupid! You just beat me like this yesterday!"

Tian Xinli didn't even want to pay attention to him, and pointed to a small platform in the distance: "Go over and apologize!"

Liang Song looked at the people standing there, sneered, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and disdain: "Why, it's obviously his fault, why should I go! I was beaten, and I still have to apologize?! "

Tian Xin slapped him on the head again: "Go!"

Liang Song stood behind the man, pondered and pondered, endured and endured, and finally said: "Sorry." His tone was blunt and dry, and he turned his head in the same direction after he finished speaking, without even wanting to take a second look at the person in front of him.

The man was startled, and closed his eyes where Liang Song couldn't see, suppressing the deep fear and anxiety in his eyes, but when he turned around, he had a smile on his face: "Senior brother, you don't need to apologize, it's not your fault, it's all my own fault." Take it upon yourself."

Liang Song rolled his eyes inside while looking at the mountain road in the distance: "Oh."

After finishing speaking, he slowly turned around and walked towards where he came from.

Xingzhi looked at his back as he took a step and took a breath, his eyes darkened.

He walked over, grabbed Liang Song who was about to fall because he lost his footing, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, senior brother."

Liang Song sighed, but didn't let go of his hand, let him support him, and said slowly: "It's okay, I don't know where you come from, but don't make it difficult for us to do some things."

Xingzhi's hands stiffened slightly, and he nodded.

A few months passed without incident, and Liang Song's injuries were healed, and he spent every day with a group of young disciples. Apart from basic exercises, it was the schedule of Shangfangjiewa.

In early autumn, the layers of undulating heat waves have not receded, and the trees are still green and lush, and some are still dyed a little yellow.

Accompanied by a loud "dong dong dong" that shook the valley, the ten-year recruiting conference began.

Tian Xin took off his usual plain white clothes, changed into a strong black dress, tied a high crown on his head, and stood in front of the mountain gate with his hands behind his back.

Liang Song was about to sneak past him while he wasn't paying attention, but before he moved his feet, he heard Tian Xin's deep voice in his ears: "Liang Song, come here!"

Liang Song felt that he might be done for today, so he walked over with a sad face, and saluted solemnly: "Master."

Tian Xin nodded slightly, pointed to the dark group of people below with his right hand, and said with a sinking dantian, "Today is the ten-year acceptance ceremony of my photoshoot school. Today the drums are beating, and the ceremony will start immediately."

Then he changed the subject and said to the audience: "But today's grand ceremony is slightly different. All matters of this grand ceremony will be supervised by my disciple Liang Song!" He didn't wait for Liang Song to reply, and said directly: "Na Xin Ceremony! Start!"

Liang Song's smiling face that hadn't been put on completely collapsed, and while pretending to salute to the bottom, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, are you so wicked?!"

Tian Xin smiled and looked at the bottom: "Why don't you do it? Believe it or not, I will expel you from the division."

Liang Song wanted to fall headfirst.

The Naxin Ceremony is notoriously lengthy and boring. Anyone who has entered the School of Photoshooting does not want to host this ceremony.But this grand ceremony is really a top priority, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

Liang Song said a lot dryly, nothing more than miscellaneous words of encouragement.

The people who came to their sect basically went through a series of rigorous selections. After arriving at the mountain gate, there will be some tests and experiences. In the end, only the ten with the best qualifications will be selected to enter the sect after thousands of people, so , even though this sect has a long history, the number of people in the sect is very small.

At the end of Liang Song's speech, he borrowed a saying that has been circulated in the school for a long time: "A face is nothing but a thing outside the body, let you hide in the dark, and don't leave a picture when you pass by."

When he first became a teacher, he couldn't understand the context of this sentence at all. Although he can't understand it now, it's okay to say it occasionally.

After Liang Song finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Today's trial officially begins."

The little disciple standing next to him said loudly after hearing this: "Please take the name tags you used when you went up the mountain to the designated places, and someone will come to tell you the follow-up matters. If you voluntarily retire on the way or get seriously injured, someone from the sect will come to you." Accept."

Liang Song looked up, his eyes full of praise.The little disciple also gave him a proud look.

After the trial started, Liang Song didn't have time to spare. He had to wander around the various trial grounds at any time to prevent any accidents.

When he came to a dense forest, he waited for a long time and did not see anyone walking around. He frowned slightly, took the long whip from his waist, held it in his hand, and walked towards the forest lightly.

The vegetation in the forest is so luxuriant that even the full sun can't shine in, and there is a hint of dampness and coldness.

From time to time, some small animals came out of the bushes and stepped on the ground full of fallen leaves, but there was no sound.

He walked forward slowly, and after a while, he heard a thin voice coming from the forest.

He carefully distinguished, and instantly frowned.

The voice gradually became louder and clearer.

Apart from the familiar sound of the long whip smashing into the air, there was only a low, muffled hum.

Not long after, even the low muffled hum disappeared, leaving only the more and more dense sound of the long whip waving through the air.

After listening in the dark for a while, he heard a man's hoarse and deep voice: "You don't know what's wrong!"

After waiting for a long time, I heard a clear voice intermittently: "I will... get it." Then there was another sound of a whip falling on the skin.

Liang Song paused when he heard the voice, and immediately said: "Oh! That man, you can't hold on yourself, don't you know how to call someone?! What did I tell you just now?!"

The voice over there stopped, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, Liang Song could hear a sneer from the corner of his mouth, but he spoke with another voice: "Big brother, hold me, I'm sorry..."

After Liang Song finished the scene, he walked directly to the place where the sound was made just now. He was not too surprised to see the man kneeling on the ground covered in blood and his back turned out. He just walked slowly and knelt down in front of him, looking at In front of him with his head bowed and his pale face said: "Who was that person just now?"

Xingzhi squinted his eyes, as if he was confirming the person in front of him through the blood fog in his eyes, and then he said softly: "Benefactor."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Liang Song didn't force him, so he just asked, "Where are those disciples?"

Xingzhi spit out a mouthful of blood to the side: "I don't know, it should be on the other side."

Liang Song didn't ask any more questions, and looked at the man who was still unable to stand up by himself, took off his coat, put it on Xing Zhi's blurred back, and turned his back to him: "Come on, I'll carry you on my back." You go back."

Surprise flashed across Xingzhi's eyes, and he lay on Liang Song's back without hesitation.

The back under Xingzhi's body is not considered generous. He remembered that Tian Xin told him that Liang Song had done some things in order to practice martial arts, which made his body smaller than ordinary men, and he didn't seem to feel anything. Very proud, said airily: "Isn't this better, I can hide better."

He wrapped his arms around Liang Song's neck, and held them gently, for fear of bumping into something.

Liang Song lifted him up and said, "Hold him tighter... no, why are you so heavy!"

Xingzhi smiled: "I don't know, it may be born..."

In fact, he wanted to say that maybe he was born without a destiny, and he couldn't force it.

But he held back the words, he thought, after all, they didn't know where they would go in the end, so why bother him in vain.

The hand holding Liang Song's neck tightened slightly, and the temperature of the other person came from the skin he touched.

When Liang Song walked back step by step with his hand on his back, the disciples who came and went saw him, and they all came over to ask, their eyes full of worry.

Whenever he asked how Xingzhi fell like this, Liang Song replied before Xingzhi: "No way, sometimes, people are too stupid, and they can knock themselves down like this, tsk tsk tsk. "

After hearing this, the corners of Xingzhi's lips twitched slightly, and he raised his hand and gave him a heavy blow to his heart.

Liang Song was almost spurted out by a mouthful of old blood he beat, and said angrily: "All right, don't push yourself too hard, believe it or not, I will throw you down?!"

Xingzhi coughed and smiled slightly: "Throw it away."

Liang Song: "..."

Seeing Liang Song's reaction, the younger disciples all laughed and said, "Hey, senior brother, where's your majesty?"

Liang Song flew over with a sharp eye, and said: "You guys know nothing, I call adults have a lot, don't care about petty people like him."

The crowd laughed and laughed for a while before they dispersed. After walking for a while, Liang Song turned around sharply and said to the disciple who hadn't gone far: "Hey, go and see the training ground!"

The disciples laughed: "I know!"

Liang Song put Xingzhi on the bed, handed him a bottle of medicine, and said: "You take the medicine yourself, I'm going to see those experienced disciples..." After thinking for a while, he said again: "How about I Let the doctor show you?"

Xingzhi took the medicine and waved to him: "Go ahead, don't worry about me, just apply some medicine."

Liang Song nodded: "Alright." After speaking, he ran out quickly.

After Xingzhi watched his back disappear into the distance, he sat quietly for a few minutes before slowly untying his belt and taking off his blood-stained clothes.

The sky is sunny, and the trees have not withered yet. Everything seems to be the original appearance, full of vitality, just like yesterday.

Xingzhi had just finished applying the medicine and was about to put on his clothes when he heard the sound of ding ding dong dong running outside. He quickly put on his clothes, opened the door, grabbed a disciple and asked, "What's wrong?"

The disciple said in a hurry: "I don't know who pushed Senior Brother down the mountain, and I haven't found anyone yet!"

Xing Yi was stunned: "Isn't senior brother presiding over the grand ceremony?"

The disciple said anxiously: "Yes! But a disciple came over halfway and said that the master asked him to go to Qingfengya once, and he was pushed down after he passed!!"

Xingzhi was also a little anxious, but he still tried to calm down and asked, "Then how do you know that he was pushed down?"

The little disciple said: "A senior brother just came from there and saw the senior brother being pushed down. He didn't dare to delay, so he came to report. Now the third senior brother is presiding over the grand ceremony, and the master has gone to the bottom of Qingfeng Cliff to find someone Already!"

Xingzhi forced himself to calm down, and said to a young disciple, "Let's go, let's find someone."

The little disciple hurried towards Qingfengya, not paying any attention to the pain and despair in Xingzhi's eyes.

He stood there for a while, and murmured, "Aren't you going to let them go?"

Before he could leave his mouth, his voice dissipated in the air, and no one could hear him.

When he was rescued by the man, he was already helpless, and he was held down in the cold water in the winter morning and kicked and punched.

He is always lying motionless in the water, at the mercy of others.

The man once asked him with a smile: "Aren't you in pain?"

He looked up at the well-dressed man and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

But how could it really not hurt, but after a long period of pain, he was numb, and felt that those fists and toes seemed unreal.

Later, he was rescued by that person, and he was taken care of carefully every day, completely surrounded by another kind of indifference, but he deceived himself as if he didn't realize it.

That person always smiled, told him something he had never touched, told him his ideals and aspirations, and said his expectations.

Later that person told him that he would send him to Taiying Mountain to learn martial arts.He asked what he was asking, and the man just smiled and said, "If you learn martial arts, you can protect the people you want to protect."

So he went to Taiying Mountain. On the way, he heard how strict the photoshoot school was, and everyone was serious, but when he entered the photoshoot, he was interrupted by a person just in the middle of the teacher apprenticeship ceremony.

The visitor was tall and slender, dressed in a blue and white school uniform, hurriedly knocked open the door, completely oblivious to what was going on in the small courtyard, but said eagerly: "Master, master, oh, go and see, little brother fell into the water here!"

He thought Tian Xin would be anxious, but Tian Xin raised his eyebrows: "You pushed it down." His tone was firm.

Later, he saw someone explain the ins and outs to his master, but the originally calm master rushed out to save people like a wind, leaving the so-called senior brother standing there and staring at his master: "Hmph! I still don't believe it!"

Waiting for him to turn his eyes, he saw the person kneeling on the ground with his eyes open, staring at him blankly.

Liang Song smiled embarrassedly, touched the back of his head, squatted in front of him, and spread a big smile: "Oh, kid, did you just come?" After thinking about it, he muttered to himself: "No, this There is no new time."

That day he saw the inside of the so-called high-cold sect with his own eyes, it was really indescribable.

Except for the big brother who is like a neuropathy, everyone who is like a fan.

Later, he gradually integrated into this environment, and he felt a ray of sunshine shining into the endless darkness in his heart.

Later, when he got along very well with his brothers and sisters, his benefactor came and told him about his mission.

He remembered that he smiled at that time, looking at the person standing in front of him with his hands behind his back facing him, but the exit was cold, not as gentle as before, he smiled: "Okay."

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed, he raised his hand and broke off the branches in front of him, followed by everyone and shouted in all directions: "Elder brother! Elder brother!"

They searched for a long time, and at the end of the day, there was no news.

When he returned to the photo group at night, Tian Xin sat at the head, resting his right hand on the armrest, slowly rubbing the space between his brows.

The people who came in came to report one after another, and they all gave the same answer: "Master, we... haven't found the senior brother."

Tian Xin looked up at the people kneeling on the ground, waved his hands and said, "You guys go down first, get some rest early, and you have to do your homework tomorrow."

Everyone hesitated for a while, not knowing who would leave first, and finally left even though they felt uneasy.

Xingzhi stood in the middle, and when everyone went down, he still didn't leave, and stood there silently with his head down.

After a long, long time, a newly lit candle burns to the end, leaving a wisp of green smoke slowly floating in the air.

Tian Xin raised his head and looked at the silent person in the middle. Just as he said "you", he saw Xingzhi kneel straight down, and his knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

Tian Xin sighed and asked, "All right, what are you doing?"

Xingzhi looked at the ground, closed his eyes, his eyes were full of sadness, and he said: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Tian Xin got up and walked in front of him, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "It's nothing, don't take unnecessary guilt on yourself."

It was the first time that Xingzhi heard tiredness in his voice, deep and undisguised, as if he had aged in an instant.

He didn't dare to look at him, just looked at the ground, and said in a low voice, "Perhaps Prime Minister Jiang did it...I saw him today...was hit by a senior brother..."

Tian Xin let go of his hand, turned his back, and said, "Okay, when you came here, I asked you if you had a purpose. You said you want to protect the person you want to protect, I believe it... ...But I'm a little scared now... It's okay, we can't tolerate double-minded people here, you yourself..."

Xingzhi didn't let him say the rest, and interrupted directly: "Master...can you give me...the photo order?"

Tian Xin's face froze, and he suddenly pulled a smiley face: "Okay, you know what it represents, right? You know he belongs to your elder brother, right?"

Xingzhi didn't answer, Tian Xin continued: "I always thought that after all these years, you have given up on this idea...Your senior brother..." He shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's not worth it."

The dark ground in front of Xingzhi's eyes was a little blurry, he said coldly: "I won't force you, but I will definitely get it."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without even daring to turn his head.

I am afraid that when I look back, I can no longer bear the uncontrollable things in my heart.

His hands trembled suddenly, as if he could feel the delicate warmth from the pores in the daytime.

The author has something to say:

Today, really, I knelt down.

For such a long time, you can forgive me for being dizzy these days...