Arrowed Butterfly

After Yang Yifeng adjusted his breath, he felt warm all over his body, and his face gradually became ruddy, without any signs of disability, and looked very healthy.

Yang Yifeng calmed down, opened his eyes suddenly, and the silver needles on his body fell to the ground like leaves blown by the wind.He suddenly woke up, and what happened just now flashed before his eyes like a fleeting image.

After his mind was calmed down and his true energy gathered, he hurriedly went to the alchemy room to bring a big iron bucket, carried the bucket to the secluded spring to fill it with water, and then pushed the one-hundred-jin iron bucket filled with cold water into the alchemy room. After entering the alchemy room, he hurriedly dumped the full bucket of water into the fire pit.When the fire met the pure cold water, it was immediately extinguished, leaving only the lingering smoke.

After putting out the fire, he poked his head to look at the bottom of the pit.In fact, the fire pit is not deep, but the flames are usually blazing, which makes people afraid.I don't know what the fuel at the bottom of the pit is. It smells a bit strange. It must be some rare fuel that can burn such a fierce fire.The fire was so powerful that it burned Xiao Hongyao down to the bone.It was difficult for Yang Yifeng to find Xiao Hongyao's body from the charred remains.Seeing the complete scorched blackness in the pit, Yang Yifeng felt dejected, but he did not give up. After looking around, he took down the long sword hanging on the wall, and used it to provoke the scorched leftovers. , See if there is anything that looks like a human bone.

While poking at it with his long sword, he searched carefully. Although the fire was extinguished, the smoke made his eyes red and his nose hard to breathe. It was really unbearable.He only searched carefully, but suddenly found something. When the sword touched it, there was a clanging sound of gold and jade.He felt strange, and he used the sword to make gestures, the sword was considered sharp, and the black coke covering the object was scratched off by the sword, but he saw the object glistening white under the lamplight.Yang Yifeng picked up the object very curiously, put it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it carefully.Ordinary people should not be able to recognize what this is, but Yang Yifeng has been the chief internal officer in the palace, and has seen many rare things, so she has a good eye to recognize that it is the "ice silk" that is invulnerable to water and fire.

How could there be silk made of ice silk at the bottom of this pit? —— He removed the ice silk silk with curiosity, only to find that what was wrapped inside was a mandarin duck lock, with a pair of mandarin ducks engraved on the front of the lock, and the words "Fu Shou Yan Mian" engraved on the back.

Seeing this, Yang Yifeng felt the corners of his eyes sore.

Yang Yifeng searched here and there in the alchemy room, and finally found a set of clothes, guessing that they were originally kept by Xiao Hongyao as a spare, but it didn't matter so much, she just put them on quickly to avoid being naked.He also took away the hidden "Mysterious Gold Treasure Book" to straighten out his true energy.After everything was settled, he left the back mountain.

He left Houshan, but did not leave Fangfei Gate.Because he still had things to do—but he didn't know what to do—he didn't know how to tell Mr. Liang that Xiao Hongyao was dead and he killed him.

However, he insisted.He recognized Xiao Hongyao as an enemy, but he also recognized Mr. Liang as a friend.He could not watch this friend wait for a man who had already died in the flames.He also couldn't lock the mandarin duck on his body.

While his mind was turning, his figure was like lightning, but he quickly arrived outside Mr. Liang's room.Just when he stopped, he saw some servants rushing about, not knowing what was urgent.Yang Yifeng caught a maid who was running around, and asked, "What are you doing in such a hurry?" The servant knew Yang Yifeng, so he said, "Sir, are you still there?"

Yang Yifeng asked, "What's wrong?"

The servant girl said with red eyes: "Master...Master, he...is about to die..."

"What?" Yang Yifeng was shocked.

But the servant girl said while weeping: "Actually, he fell ill a few days ago, it seems that he was blown to wait for the door master to come back. You know, his illness can't stand a little trouble. It’s just that this time it came very fiercely, and the sect master is not here, so I can’t take care of it properly.”

Yang Yifeng's face was as white as paper at this moment, unable to speak for a long time.

The man glanced at Yang Yifeng, thinking that his bad face was because of his friend's sadness, and continued: "The eldest disciple is second only to the sect master in Gu Nei's medical skills, but he has already said, Mr. Liang, he is afraid that there is no way to save him now. , but it’s just a thought of love, holding on to a breath, and wait until the sect master comes back..." Saying that, the servant girl broke down in sobs.

Yang Yifeng's heart ached as if being stabbed.He hurriedly opened the door and entered, but saw that everyone in the room was busy, and the eldest disciple was standing by the bed with a worried expression on his face.

I haven't seen him for more than a month, but Mr. Liang is already in limbo, his limbs are like dry wood, and his face is so thin that only a pair of eyes are still round. When he saw Yang Yifeng, he couldn't see the truth because he was a little far away. When he saw Yang Yifeng Wearing the clothes that Xiao Hongyao often wears, she mistakenly thought it was him, and her eyes were lit up.

"Red medicine... red medicine..." Mr. Liang's voice was as hoarse as a jackdaw.

After hearing Mr. Liang's exchange, Yang Yifeng paused, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.

But the big disciple of Fangfei sect said: "He has already lost his mind, so you can just pretend to be the master of the sect and take it as if you have fulfilled his thoughts."

After saying that, the eldest disciple led everyone out of the room, leaving Yang Yifeng alone beside Mr. Liang's bed.Seeing Mr. Liang like this, Yang Yifeng knelt down beside the bed and said with tears, "Mr. Liang..."

Mr. Liang was suffocated when he heard the words, and narrowed his eyes, as if he had to use a lot of force to see clearly. After a while, he let go of his eyelids, and said blankly, "It's you."

These three words are light and light, but I don't know how much disappointment they condense.

Yang Yifeng also couldn't stop crying, but only choked up, but didn't make a sound, slowly took out the mandarin duck lock, and said in a trembling voice: "I killed him..."

Mr. Liang looked at Yang Yifeng blankly: "Who?"

Yang Yifeng couldn't answer any more, and just stuffed the mandarin duck lock into Mr. Liang's hand. She couldn't help crying, she just sighed: I am a few dozen years old, and my face is full of tears, what do I do?

Mr. Liang suddenly clenched the mandarin duck lock in his hand. He was at a loss for a long time, but suddenly he sat up straight as if being stabbed by a needle, and shouted: "Red medicine! Red medicine!"

Yang Yifeng supported Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang was a dying person, but at this moment he seemed to be very strong. He shook Yang Yifeng and shouted: "Why? Why?"

Yang Yifeng couldn't make a sound, and it took a long time to answer: "Because he wants to use me to make medicine to cure your illness."

Mr. Liang seemed to be gradually regaining consciousness. He cried loudly after hearing this. After crying for a while, he coughed up blood. A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the hem of Yang Yifeng's clothes.The clothes were gifted to Xiao Hongyao by Mr. Liang, Xiao Hongyao put it on the back mountain, but did not take it out to wear, but the flowers embroidered on it were still very new, now it was stained with Mr. Liang's blood, making it even more beautiful.

Mr. Liang coughed Fang Ping for a while, grabbed Yang Yifeng's clothes and said, "Do you hate him? Do you hate him?"

Yang Yifeng froze for a moment, then said, "I don't hate him."

Yang Yifeng's answer is actually not important, and Mr. Liang may not be able to hear it clearly, he just raised his head and cried: "But I hate..." What do you hate? ——He didn't finish speaking, but he clenched the mandarin duck lock in his hand, closed his eyes, blinked a tear, and didn't open them again.

Seeing that Mr. Liang suddenly fell on his lap, his pale face was reflected like a blood-stained red flower, Yang Yifeng seemed to be stabbed by thousands of arrows, she cried for a while in a low voice, finally wiped away her tears, and put the suit on her body. Xiao Hongyao took off her clothes, and seeing Mr. Liang's blood on Xiao Hongyao's dress, she almost couldn't hold back her tears.He just folded the clothes and put them on Mr. Liang's bedside, then changed into a set of Mr. Liang's clothes, and left quietly.

Mr. Liang lay his pillow on his clothes, still clenched the cold mandarin duck lock tightly in his hand.

Yang Yifeng pushed open the door, but saw flowers blooming outside due to the warmth of spring, and there were some red and green plants blooming on the flowerbed. He was not well-known, but he vaguely remembered not long ago—it was yesterday, and Xiao Hongyao was wearing it. That mandarin duck lock was holding Mr. Liang's hand, facing that disfigured face, showing the brightest smile in the world.

Only then did he really understand that sentence: I always hate having little fun in my life.

How long has Xiao Hongyao and Mr. Liang been in love, but how long have they only stayed together?