Drunk into late autumn for you

The god of priests sat and watched him struggle to get up with cold eyes, poured a cup of tea for himself indifferently, played with the sapphire cup, and sneered: "Master Yi, since you don't miss the old fellowship, I can't afford to be polite to you. You led the crowd that day Kill many of my servants, I will settle this account with you slowly."

Yi Shenghan swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, and laughed instead when he heard the words, squinting at the teacher and worshiping the god, and said disdainfully: "It's no big deal to kill you a few pustules and servants! If you have the ability, you can go to my Tianyi sect disciple Operate. Or just before I recover my internal strength, do it! Uh—"

He was trying to arouse the other party's anger, Shi Jishen's outstretched hand grabbed Kongkong, Yi Shenghan's throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and he was dragged to the desk with a "huh".

The god of worship grabbed Yi Shenghan's slender neck, and said with a leisurely smile: "You want to provoke me to kill you, so as not to suffer again? Master Yi, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. It's rare for you and me to meet again. I want to treat you well!"

He tightened his five fingers tightly until he heard Yi Shenghan's throat seemed to be crackling before letting go, watching Yi Shenghan rubbing his neck and panting violently. "This is to repay the palm you attacked me that day in Hangzhou."

This bastard with the surname of teacher!Had I known today, he didn't have to show mercy in the forest back then, he should have sent his master to sacrifice to the god with a palm!Yi Shenghan's eyes turned red, but the next moment, he didn't care about rebutting, and bit his lips tightly.

A severe pain that ordinary people can never imagine and describe suddenly sprang up from his limbs and bones, wandering around in his body without a clue, the whole body seemed to be about to be swelled into countless fragments from the inside out by this inexplicable pain.

The pain came from the few pills that Master Sacrifice forced him to take two days ago.

Not long after taking the medicine, Yi Shenghan was shocked and angrily found that the little zhenqi he had managed to accumulate on the way collapsed again.In the past two days, almost every hour, the bones of his whole body felt like they were being ground and beaten, and the skin all over his body was also cracked with countless fine lines, blood oozing non-stop.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already hit the wall in pain to seek relief. Yi Shenghan also hated him so much that his teeth itch with hatred.

"You, you wait, um..." He gritted his teeth and said harshly, but this weak threat had no effect at all, which only made the sneer on the lips of Master Sacrifice deepen.

"Master Yi, please save some effort." The man picked up the scroll again and ignored him.

When it was time to deliver meals again, Qin Song stepped out of the kitchen, and, like the previous days, took the food box containing the meals and walked to the living room of the lord.

Since half a month ago, when he was packing the dishes, he found that the meals were always eaten up.Naturally, he knows the amount of food the Lord has eaten over the years, so the rest of the food must have entered the stomach of the leader of Tianyi Sect.The lord also made a special message to ask the kitchen to add more food.

Qin Song only obeyed orders, but when he talked with Xun Lan Jindeng and other close servants in private, everyone was quite critical, and they couldn't figure out how long the Lord would provide delicious food and drink to the leader of the first sect that day, and even more so. What surprised Qin Song was that when he delivered food recently, the lord ordered him to put the food box at the door and not allow him to enter.

Although he felt puzzled, he didn't dare to disobey his order. He listened carefully several times, but he didn't hear the expected ambiguity. The clear and clear childish voice almost seemed to be a completely different person, obviously being abused severely.

At the beginning, those heavenly masters asked him to send some clean clothes to the leader of Tianyi Sect to replace every day, but now for several days, they never asked him to send clothes over, and when he went to retrieve the empty food box, he threw them outside the door together. , but it is the clothes of the lord, and the blood stains on the clothes are becoming less and less.

Yesterday, the Lord ordered Xun Lan to quickly make a suit of clothes, shoes and socks even more abruptly.

Although Xun Lan was dexterous, she was a little caught off guard for a while. After staying up all night, she appeared in front of Qin Song tiredly with red eyes near noon, and asked him to pass on the new clothes to the Lord.

The high-quality silk and satin, but the color is not the gray that the Lord is used to, but a black black.

The Lord has indeed been quite abnormal recently.Qin Song sighed secretly, stopped outside the dark living room, put down the food box and clothes, and bid farewell respectfully.

The master priest picked up the wide-sleeved black shirt on the top of the pile of clothes, looked at it, finally nodded slightly in satisfaction, picked up the things, walked back into the room, and threw the clothes to the person sitting behind the desk. "The black clothes you want. Xun Lan tailored them according to my figure. You can wear them first, and buy the ones that fit you another day."

The man stretched out his long arm, easily caught the clothes in mid-air, and put them on slowly. When he was dressed properly, he finally stood up from behind the desk, brushed away the messy strands of black hair hanging on the side of his face, and revealed His handsome facial features are as cold and hard as ever.

Many small wounds that had just healed could be vaguely seen on his face and neck, and the new suit roughly fit him, only the hem was two inches shorter.The man frowned, thanked the priest with a cold face and nodded slightly, and said, his voice was three points lower than that of the priest, and it was still a little hoarse: "I'm going down the mountain, where is Chiyi?"

"Leaving so soon?" Master Jishen was quite surprised, and said with a half-smile: "Master Yi, don't you want to burn my place clean?"

The man glared at him with icy eyes, his black eyebrows almost raised. "Master Sacrificial God, stop talking to me! Do you really want me to burn your lair down?" Seeing the teasing eyes of Master Sacrificial God, he snorted heavily again, but his fierce expression gradually eased, and said: "Look at For the sake of helping me refine medicine and help me grow up, I don't care about you anymore."

In the first few days, he was really tortured to death by those few pills, wishing to slay his master to death, but soon he was shocked to realize that his body, which hadn't changed for many years, had grown up again signs.

The body, limbs, skin and hair...all grow at an astonishing speed, and the horror and ecstasy are like huge waves, covering up the original unbearable pain.

Seeing the smug smile hidden in the corner of Shijishen’s mouth, Yi Shenghan naturally understood that all this was due to this old enemy——the few pills that Shijishen forced him to eat were not poison, on the contrary, it was he who tried every means to refine the pills. A panacea for success.

The Master Sacrificial God didn't hide any more, and solved all the doubts in his heart.

"Before you robbed Guan Shanyu, I had ordered Yaoquan to take a gourd of blood from a man surnamed Guan. It was not difficult to smelt some ice cubes along the way to preserve it. Yaoquan has been trying repeatedly for the past few years, and this Medicine Yin. After the pill is refined, I’m afraid to say it straight, you will not take it because of your strength, hehe, so I have to force you to take it.”

Yi Shenghan rolled his eyes back at Shijishen angrily. Based on his understanding of Shishenshen, the other party must have deliberately concealed it from him to make fun of his exasperated jokes.

After all, a few years ago, when the two were both disciples of the old leader Tianyi, the younger brother, who was taller than him, would often play tricks on him, ignoring his growing anger, and yell at him "Junior Brother Yi" Barking.Until the battle for the position of leader ten years ago, he pretended to be defeated to lure the priest to take it lightly, and took the opportunity to kill the killer, severely injured the priest, and expelled him from Tianyi Sect...

But he didn't expect that Master Sacrificial God actually made medicine for him regardless of past suspicions, fulfilling his long-cherished wish for many years.Yi Shenghan stared at Master Jishen's gray hair, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by vicissitudes.

If it weren't for his merciless palm back then, the teacher worshiping the god would not be young and his hair has turned to ashes.

"Shenghan, are you thinking about the past?" Just looking at the rarely softened expression on Yi Shenghan's face, Shi Jishen could almost guess the other person's mind, and smiled lightly: "You and I used to be brothers and sisters , even if there is any enmity, let it be written off.”

"...Don't you really hate me?" Yi Shenghan reminded the other party with a complicated expression, "Don't forget, I plotted against you back then, causing you to lose the position of leader."

The master priest smiled and shook his head: "Did you think I didn't know that you were pretending to be defeated to lure me into a trap? Shenghan, I never thought of competing with you for the position of leader. I planned to find an opportunity to lose on purpose." Here it is, but I didn't expect you to have practiced Ziluo Feiyan Palm in secret, so I was accidentally injured by you."

Yi Shenghan was stunned, he had always believed that this junior brother was in conflict with him, so he always opposed him. "Then why did you always piss me off?"

"Is this..."

The god of priests lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his gray hair hanging down his chest, thinking of Yi Shenghan who he saw for the first time when he first joined the teaching.Even though he was much shorter than him, he insisted on forcing himself to call him "Senior Brother Yi", his little face was full of pride, and when he couldn't help but laugh, Yi Shenghan's little face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, and his eyes widened angrily. glared at him.

The only thought that came to his mind at that time was that this little senior brother was so angry, it was so touching that he couldn't help but want to tease the little senior brother time and time again...

If truth be told, the roof here would probably be burnt through by Yi Shenghan's anger.He didn't want Yi Shenghan to turn his back on him again, so Shi Jishen finally smiled lightly: "Shenghan, who didn't do stupid things when they were young? It's been so many years, why should you take it to heart?"

Yi Shenghan sighed softly, thinking about the past disputes between the two, they were actually nothing more than trivial matters that were not worthy of praise, and because of anger, they turned into feuds over the years, and they should be laughed away.

He patted Master Sacrifice on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Anyway, this time I always owe you a big favor, and I will definitely pay you back in the future. But right now I have to leave immediately for Broken Sword Xiaozhu. You said that you saw Mo Zui Qiu was taken away by Su Muzhe and the others, Broken Sword Xiaozhu is full of cold-blooded hypocrites, I can't let Zui Qiu stay there any longer."

On the day of the avalanche, due to the critical situation, he resolutely left his life to that annoying Guan Shanyu.

The moment he was drowned by the heavy snow, his mind was full of thoughts, and he also thought about going back to the main altar after he got out of trouble, not to worry about Mo Zuiqiu anymore, because he didn't have the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma, and he didn't want to go back on his word and catch him again. Guan Shanyu comes to refine medicine, and he will never grow up, let alone expect Mo Zuiqiu to have feelings for him, just treat the encounter with Mo Zuiqiu as a false dream, and wake up from the dream as a stranger.

However, looking at his physique of an adult man that is very different from the past, the buried affection in Yi Shenghan's heart can't help but reappear - Zuiqiu certainly doesn't like the original "Xiaohan" anymore, but maybe he will. See what he looks like now.

Once this idea was formed, he didn't want to delay for a moment on the Jishen Peak, he just wanted to sit on the red wings and fly to Mo Zuiqiu immediately.

Master Jishen also heard Yi Shenghan talk about the reason for being buried in heavy snow these two days, knowing that Yi Shenghan really cared about that Mo Zuiqiu, so he didn't stop him, nodded and said: "Okay, I'm also going to Broken Sword Xiaozhu , it is better to walk with you."

Yi Shenghan was almost at the door, turned around when he heard the words, and said suspiciously: "What are you going to do? I can take Zuiqiu away by myself, I don't need you to help out."

"In the battle of Hangzhou, Su Muzhe and I were tied, so naturally we have to decide the winner again." Shi Jishen smiled gracefully but extremely arrogantly, and his brows were full of vigor. "It's rare to meet a well-matched opponent, how can I let it go easily?"

What's more, Su Muzhe, the gentleman of the Seven Swords, is so calm and breezy, as indifferent and noble as the fireworks in the world, his words seem humble, but in fact he is domineering.This kind of person happened to be the last thing he wanted to see.

Broken Sword Xiaozhu in the afternoon was very quiet.Soon, the tranquility was broken by the sound of footsteps on the stone path.

"Tell me, the boy named Mo killed so many brothers, why does he still rely on our Xiaozhu?"

"It's the same with my brother, I can't swallow this breath of birds!..."

Several young people lowered their voices and chattered endlessly as they walked. The more they talked, the more agitated they became. However, the last young man with a long face remained silent, with murderous look in his eyes. thicker.

Mo Zuiqiu's return to the small building has already made everyone feel dissatisfied. These days, everyone saw craftsmen building and repairing the house outside the small building. After inquiring, it turned out that the owner of the door ordered the building of the house to keep Mo Zuiqiu long. live.As soon as the news spread, there was an uproar.

The relatives and friends of these people all died at the hands of Jishen Peak, and they hated Mo Zuiqiu to the core, so far they couldn't hold back their anger, coupled with their youthful vigor, they went straight to Luozhao Garden together.

Walking in front of the half-closed gate, one kicked it.

"Bang!" A loud noise shattered the dead air in Luozhao Garden.

Mo Zuiqiu was sitting on the bluestone drum stool in the courtyard, staring at the dead branches of the trees, he was suddenly awakened, and when he turned his head, he saw some former classmates walking towards him aggressively.

"You shameless person, you killed your fellow disciple, and you still have the face to hang on to Xiaozhu!" The man who kicked the door cursed while rushing forward, grabbed Mo Zuiqiu by the lapel and dragged him up , and spat in the face: "Even if the master and the others are partial to you and are willing to let you stay, our brother will not agree!"

Those classmates who were implicated and killed by him will always be a heavy shackle on Mo Zuiqiu's heart, which makes him unable to breathe all the time. Facing the angry and accusing eyes of everyone in front of him, he has no face to look straight at. I didn't even think about defending myself.

For many days, he has been hesitating between going and staying, and at this moment, he suddenly wakes up as if he was hit by a blow.

Everyone was right, even if the master didn't personally ask him to leave, what face would he have to stay in Xiaozhu?Do you still hope to go back to the past with Master? ...

He bowed his head and said sadly: "I have committed a lot of sins, I shouldn't stay here, I—"

A punch hit him hard on the jaw, interrupting his continuation, and the salty smell of blood filled his mouth instantly.

"Why are you pretending to be so cute!?"

The man roared and threw another punch, knocking Mo Zuiqiu to the ground, and the rest of the people were also full of anger, followed by fists and feet, and greeted Mo Zuiqiu like raindrops.

"Hmm!" Dozens of bruises soon appeared on the chest, waist and back. Mo Zuiqiu gritted his teeth and did not struggle. Can the sins he bears be reduced a little?

"Get out of the way, all of you!" The long-faced young man had been watching around, and at this moment, he suddenly pushed aside the people who were fighting vigorously, picked up the pale-faced Mo Zuiqiu from the ground, and pushed him down on the stone table.

He firmly clasped Mo Zuiqiu's right arm with one hand, drew his sword out of its sheath with the other hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "You caused my brother to die tragically, today I must chop off your thieves' hands, and replace me Brother revenge!"

The cold and dazzling sword light met the corner of Mo Zuiqiu's eyes along with the young man's venomous eyes. He instinctively struggled to get rid of the man's grip, but the cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the long sword had already fallen.

"Uh, ah, ah——" Mo Zuiqiu's whole body trembled as if he was dying.

The right hand was not broken, except for the thumb, the other four fingers were cut off in half, and the blood gushing out from the severed finger flowed all over the stone table in an instant.

"My surname is Mo, I won't take advantage of you! I'll cut off your hands and fingers first, and then cut off your hands." The young man's blood-spattered face twisted a little as he laughed, grabbed Mo Zuiqiu's left hand, and once again He raised his sword.

The rest of the people were stunned by the accident, and at this moment they finally came back to their senses and looked at each other with apprehensive expressions. Although they all held grudges against Mo Zuiqiu, such abusive lynching violated the taboo of teachers.

The person who took the lead in beating Mo Zuiqiu before winked at the others and hugged the young man together. "Junior Brother Cen, let's go! Don't make matters worse!"

That Junior Brother Cen was already red-eyed, how could he let it go, he said angrily: "Don't stop me, all of you!"

Everyone was in a mess, and a girl's exclamation suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard: "What are you doing? Ah! Senior Brother Zuiqiu?—"

Recently, Shu Dongyan heard people around Mo Zuiqiu talking about Mo Zuiqiu. After asking his father again and again, he learned that Mo Zuiqiu had a pitiful life experience. He almost died in Tianshan Mountain to save Guan Shanyu, so he felt pity for this senior brother. He just felt that he shouldn't have angered Mo Zuiqiu who had always treated her like his own sister because of a wooden doll.Today, she happened to pass by Luozhao Garden, and on a whim, she wanted to come in and say hello to Mo Zuiqiu, but when she was approaching the door, she heard Mo Zuiqiu's shrill scream.

She quickly saw the situation in the courtyard, her face paled, she rushed to the stone table, blocked Mo Zuiqiu, and screamed at everyone: "Get out! Get out!"

Everyone didn't dare to offend this little junior sister, so they hurriedly dragged Cen junior brother away quickly.

"Brother Zui, Zuiqiu?" Shu Dongyan wrapped Mo Zuiqiu's bloody right hand with a handkerchief in a panic, but she couldn't stop the bleeding. She was anxious and panicked, and desperately patted Mo Zuiqiu's gray face, Crying: "I'll go find Dr. Cui right away! Zuiqiu! Hold on!"

"Don't..." Mo Zuiqiu was about to pass out, but at this moment, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he held Shu Dongyan tightly with his left hand, and hissed: "Don't disturb my master! Don't tell him, don't let him sad!"

Shu Dongyan never knew that a person who was injured and bleeding could have such great strength, and even more shocked by the pleading in Mo Zuiqiu's eyes, he kept nodding while crying. "I won't tell Uncle Guan, never tell!"

Having received her promise, Mo Zuiqiu finally let go of his hand like a pardon, and let Shu Dongyan run away.

Everything was his own fault, so how could he make Master feel sad for him again? … He tried his best to open his blackened eyes wide, and groped for his severed finger on the stone table, trying to throw it away so that no one would see it again, but what he touched with his left hand was wet of blood.

The blood color fell in the eyes, getting deeper and deeper, and finally turned into darkness.

The severe stabbing pain seemed to be endless, constantly pricking his hand and waking him up.Opening his eyes, he was already lying on his bed, with Shu Dongyan's eyes red and swollen from crying on top of his head, and beside her were Shu Shanlei and Ge Shanfeng.

Since the two of them were alarmed, the master... Mo Zuiqiu tightened his heart and turned his head to look for Guan Shanyu in the house.

Seeing his pale face, Shu Shanlei knew what was going on in his mind, so he hurriedly spoke out to comfort him: "Ziqiu, we didn't tell Senior Brother Guan. Dr. Cui bandaged your wound, just left, and I already told him not to leak anything."

"Thank you, Senior Shu." Mo Zuiqiu heaved a sigh of relief, and after only a few words, his forehead was covered with cold sweat again.

Shu Dongyan couldn't help sobbing again: "Senior Brother Zuiqiu, don't talk any more, rest well, you, you..." Thinking that no matter how much rest and recuperation, Mo Zuiqiu's severed four fingers would not be able to regrow, She couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out crying.

"Dong'er? Dong'er!" Shu Shanlei was worried about his beloved daughter and hurriedly chased him out of the house.

In the room, only Ge Shanfeng with a cold face was left. He stared at Mo Zuiqiu for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice: "The people who hurt you, I have ordered them not to talk about it with anyone. You don't have to worry about your master knowing about this matter. I also warned the servant who delivered the meal." He seemed to be afraid that Mo Zuiqiu would misunderstand, and added another sentence coldly. "I just don't want Junior Brother Guan to worry about you anymore, you don't have to thank me."

Without waiting for Mo Zuiqiu to speak, he turned around and strode away.

This Uncle Ge always had such an unkind appearance, staring blankly for a long time, he suddenly laughed out loud, the laughter reverberated in the empty room, making him feel terribly desolate.

At this moment, all remaining extravagant hopes no longer exist, and it is time for him to leave forever...

Inside and outside the high wall, countless firecracker fragments are carried by the wind, moving slowly on the ground, like pieces of wrinkled red silk cloth, reflecting the plum shadows with fragrant pistils near and far, lively and enchanting.

Just after a noisy New Year's Eve, the small residence built for Zuiqiu has been painted, and some furniture can be added to live in. After seeing it, Guan Shanyu was very pleased, so he walked back to the living room with a smile on his face. The slight worry for the last month was finally replaced by a smile.

He Fanghuan followed the master step by step, his expression was always humble and indifferent, only when he caught sight of Guan Shanyu smiling, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raise his starting point.

"Happiness!" Guan Shanyu turned around before entering the room, and said softly with a little guilt: "I want to take a nap, you don't have to stay in the yard anymore, you are tired of accompanying me these days, so I will be with you in the New Year Let's go get together."

"Disciple—" He Fanghuan wanted to say that he just wanted to be with Master, but he held back his words, lowered his eyes and said, "Then this disciple will not disturb Master, you rest."

He gently closed the door for Guan Shanyu, and walked slowly out of the courtyard with light steps. When he left the courtyard, he stopped abruptly and his pupils shrank.His right hand subconsciously grasped the handle of the sword at his waist.

It was Mo Zuiqiu who was coming to meet him on the path ahead. He was dressed in water blue clothes and covered his thin body, making him look a bit slender.And his face was paler and thinner than He Fanghuan remembered, against the red firecracker shavings all over the floor.

But no matter how desolate and haggard the person in front of him is, it can't change He Fanghuan's dislike for this junior.

"What did you come here for?" He stopped Mo Zuiqiu coldly. "Master is taking a nap, you can go."

Mo Zuiqiu didn't seem to see He Fanghuan's hostility, so he just smiled calmly and begged softly: "Brother, I'm here to say goodbye to Master, so let me have a word with Master. From now on, I I will never go back to Jiangnan again, and I will never appear in front of Master again."

He Fanghuan stared at him in astonishment, as if he wanted to see the truth from Mo Zuiqiu's eyes, but he couldn't control his sarcasm: "Your other house has been built, just wait for you to live longer, and you'll be there again." What trick do you want to play?"

"Brother, what I'm telling is the truth." Going away, it has taken root in Mo Zuiqiu's heart since the day he was injured, and now that the wound on his hand has almost healed, his desire to leave Xiaozhu is getting stronger and stronger. After asking the servant who delivered the food about the new residence of Master, he came to say goodbye.

He looked straight at He Fanghuan, "I just want to have a few words with Master, and then I will leave immediately."

Even though he was unhappy in every way, He Fanghuan also realized that what Mo Zuiqiu said was true. After a long silence, he loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword a little bit, and moved to the side of the path.

"Thank you, brother." When Mo Zuiqiu passed by He Fanghuan, he stopped abruptly and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, I actually envy you for being able to stay by Master's side all the time..."

That was once his lifelong dream, but it was a pity that it could not meet the mercy of fate.He smiled blankly, stepped into the small courtyard, and followed the familiar faint sandalwood scent to the door of Guan Shanyu's bedroom.