Dust of hidden love

When they arrived at Wuhuan Mountain, many martial artists had already arrived before Dongli Muyun and his party.Wuhuan Villa has a history of nearly a hundred years, has many disciples, and has a high prestige in the martial arts. In addition, it is to elect a new martial arts leader. Naturally, people with a little bit of fame in the world will come to join in, so people of all colors waited. Gathered, very lively.

Because of Dongli Muyun's identity, Wu Yanqiu, the owner of the villa, came out to greet him in person. Wu Yanqiu is more than half a decade old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a majestic character, and a majestic appearance without anger.

At night, after the nurse had coaxed Siqin to sleep, Huai Die reported to Yan Yunlie some things that happened in the capital.It was nothing more than the vassal kings and several princes from all over the place who were scornful of the throne, but what interested him was another thing.

At the beginning, Huo Xian "Jidi" controlled many officials in the court, and Huo Xian was tortured and killed by Ling Qing in a rage, and no one knew the method of "Jidi"'s devotion. The lives of Ling Qing, who was in the first "and those controlled officials in the court, were also in danger.

However, due to the regret and rage that could not be vented intertwined with the subsequent incidents, Yan Yunlie also forgot about this incident when he was seeking to escape, until he met again a few days ago and accidentally saw Ling Qing It was the red line at the base of the fingernail that reminded him again—Ling Qing might not live long.

After all, what he erased was only Ling Qing's memories of himself in the past eight years, but from what Dongli Muyun said, Ling Qing seemed to have returned to his youthful personality, and he seemed vague about saving Ruan Suxue and killing Huo Xian.

Having said that, Yan Yunlie wondered if he was influenced by "Jidi", but there is no way to undo the Gu, so could he just watch Ling Qing die?

Thinking of this, Yan Yunlie couldn't help being startled secretly, the feeling of tightness in his chest that he couldn't breathe seemed to pull him into that terrible and cold abyss again.He has completely forgotten himself, and he won't be in this world for too long... The realization that he is about to die forever makes Yan Yunlie feel terrified...

That’s right, I’m afraid, it’s like the pain of thousands of ants gnawing at my heart, it’s not an obvious pain, but it’s slowly eroding his rationality bit by bit, and as long as he thinks of it, "Ling Qing will die", there is a feeling that the world will be destroyed.

Why did I do so much in the first place?

In order to keep "Qin Lin" alive, and now, his own flesh and blood died tragically in front of him, but he had never even met him. Ling Qing chose to "forget" after being mercilessly hurt by himself, but he spent the first time People who put in so much effort, even at the expense of ruining their reputations to save people, will still die...

It seemed that everything had returned to the original place, leaving only scars and unforgettable grief, and the rest were still heading towards the established ending, but I could only watch, helpless.

At this moment of helplessness, Yan Yunlie remembered that Ling Qing had medicine that could restrain "Jidi" on him at that time. He said that the medicine was given to him by a senior brother... and Ling Qing was like a brother. It was Dongli Muyun, and beside Dongli Muyun was Anyang King, and there seemed to be some inexplicable connection between them.

And what Huai Die told him, which made him so interested, was also related to King Anyang.

A year ago, shortly after they left the capital, King Anyang held a banquet for his officials in the mansion. There was nothing special about the banquet. The strange thing is that after the banquet, some people vomited and diarrhea after the banquet, and lay down for nearly half of their time. It took a month to recover, but there were still some people who had nothing to do at that time, so it is not sure whether there is a problem with the food and drinks at the banquet.

Later, one day, the girl in Chenxiang Pavilion accidentally discovered that there was a minister who was originally "advanced" and the red lines on his fingernails disappeared!

So Huai Die asked the girls in the pavilion to be extra careful. After several investigations, it was discovered that those ministers who fell ill after returning home from the banquet were almost all of them who had been "admitted" by Huo Xian before, but now they all He is alive and well, and the red lines on his nails are gone. It seems that the Gu poison on his body has been removed.

"So, the King of Anyang also has the "Jidi" and "Jidi" methods to dispel Gu? And it is very likely that Huo Xian is following the orders of the King of Anyang."

"But leader, there is one thing that Huai Die can't figure out. Didn't King Anyang secretly help Dongli Muyun assassinate Huo Xian? If he is the one who ordered Huo Xian, wouldn't it be contradictory to do so?"

Yan Yunlie also found it strange that if the medicine on Ling Qing's body was really given to him by Dongli Muyun, Huo Xian's death meant that Ling Qing would die too, but Dongli Muyun never stopped him from the beginning to the end, even a few times Or did he do it himself...

From this point of view, either Dongli Muyun really didn't know that Ling Qing was planted with a Gu, and he didn't know that the medicine that Jin himself gave him could contain the Gu worm, or Dongli Muyun knew that there were other people in this world who could cure it. "Advanced", so it doesn't matter whether Huo Xian lives or dies.

Think about it carefully, but unexpectedly there is such a layer of mystery in it, coupled with the mechanism map of Emperor Yan's Mausoleum that exposed Huo Xian's flaws at that time, it seems that countless secrets hidden in the dark will be involved as soon as it is explored... But at least "Ji Di" can still be solved now, which made Yan Yunlie slightly relieved.

At this moment, Siqin, who was sleeping soundly on the couch, babbled twice subconsciously. The soft voice attracted Yan Yunlie to turn his head to look at him. Full of doting.

I don't know what kind of sweet dream Siqin is having now, did he dream of...another father?

The meeting place of the Wulin People's Association is located at the back of Wuhuan Mountain. It is usually the place where the disciples practice, but now it is on a cliff in the middle of the mountain, with a high platform tens of feet high.

It is said that the arena is here, but it is not necessarily the case. The high platform set up in mid-air is circular, but it can only accommodate two or three people standing. A log passes through the middle of the round platform. A rope was fixed on the ground, and several ropes were knotted in the horizontal direction, weaving a net, and the whole ring looked like a hill made of ropes.

On the top of the log at the top of the high platform, there is a colorful hydrangea. Whoever defeats all the masters here and finally gets this hydrangea is equivalent to stepping on the position of the leader of the martial arts. Several older martial arts veterans rated it.

On the day of the martial arts competition, all martial arts people followed Wu Yanqiu to the arena, and all sects and factions sat around the arena. Although Ling Qing represented Wanyue Villa, she was sitting in the leader's stand with Dongli Muyun. Some whispered that Dongli Muyun intended to give up the position of leader to Ling Qing.

Yan Yunlie's position was right across from Ling Qing and the others, as soon as he looked up, he could see the young man's smiling and confident expression.Then I remembered that time when I joked about him as "Master Splitting the Moon" on the Guanshan post road, and his face turned blue with anger. In Jue Shan's practice room, the two played against each other.

In fact, with Ling Qing's current martial arts skills, he can be ranked at the forefront of the Jianghu. He knows that person is very confident in his lightness kung fu and sword skills, and occasionally he will show off a little, like to use one hand and put the other hand behind his back... …

Yan Yunlie used to feel that he didn't know "Ling Qing" well, but now he felt that his understanding of him seemed to be deeply rooted in his heart.

And these understandings all come from "Qin Lin"...Because it is "Qin Lin", he will definitely react like that, and now it is very natural, because it is "Ling Qing", so he will definitely do that... Familiar with Every bit of him, his hobbies can also be listed...

In fact, he knew "Ling Qing" better than anyone else, but when he realized this, the other party only regarded him as a nodding acquaintance.

With the sound of the steel gong on the field, masters from various sects jumped into the ring one after another.

Sitting beside Dongli Muyun, Ling Qing looked at the arena that was caught in a melee, and suddenly said, "Brother Dongli, I don't know what is the meaning of this kind of competition?"

Dongli Muyun said with a smile, "As the leader of the martial arts alliance, if the skills are not as good as others, how can you command the martial arts world?"

"Virtue comes next?"

Dongli Muyun couldn't help turning his head to look at him, but found that Ling Qingsu was looking at the field with a suppressed expression, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his eyes were deep, as if he was still the same Ling Qing who hadn't lost his memory.And the place where his gaze fell motionlessly was the arena in front of him that had changed from a martial arts competition to a mutual killing.

The position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is like the temptation of the throne to those in power. Who doesn't want to dominate the world?Who doesn't want to command the world?

"After all, this is Jianghu..." Dongli Muyun said.

Ling Qing didn't make a sound, just looked at a big man with a silver hook in his hand on the field, and saw him kick a person off the rope net again without any care, Ling Qing's palm landed on the armrest of the chair, "I just don't believe it !"

After the words fell, Renji flew out of the stands, light and vigorous, as graceful as a frightened bird.

He hates blood, and hates seeing people get injured or die in front of him, just like seeing the killing on the field at this moment, a burning flame burns in his heart.

Bang!Yin Hook and Gui Meng fought each other, stalemately competing for internal strength, Ling Qing poured strength into his wrist, and with a flick of his wrist, he shook the opponent's Yin Hook away.The opponent quickly hooked the rope net with his hands and feet to balance his body so as not to fall.

Ling Qing held the sword in his right hand, his left hand was behind his back, and his feet were on the rope. Even though the mountain wind swayed the rope up and down, he still stood firm as a rock.

"The rules of the martial arts competition are as far as the point can be reached, and no one's life will be hurt. Please show mercy to this young hero."

Bei Gan, "What are you? You only hide behind the leader of the martial arts. Who doesn't know the relationship between you and the leader of the martial arts?"

Ling Qing pursed his lips, turned Gui Meng's hand slightly, and when the other party swung the silver hook to cut the rope, Ling Qing jumped up in the wind, hooked the rope with his hand to dismantle the opponent's attack, calm and calm.

Yan Yunlie, who was sitting below watching, was also in a daze for a moment, that appearance, that expression, if he was dressed in white, he was clearly the Ling Qing who hadn't lost his memory...

How could this be?

Yan Yunlie couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how much has he forgotten?Or is it just pretending now?

On the rope net, Ling Qing easily swept off the silver hook in the hands of the fierce man, and he couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment. Under the eyes of everyone, Ling Qing took out a few dark darts, but Ling Qing's position could not see his movements. .

Seeing this, Yan Yunlie didn't even think about it, he shook his sleeves and slapped his palm out from the air, the wind of his palm was as sharp as a sword, then he heard the big man scream, he fell off the ring and kowtowed on the ground, his head was bloody, Those dark darts that were not thrown out clanged and landed beside him.

Ling Qing was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other party suddenly let go and fell, but when he looked down, he saw Yan Yunlie retracting his palm.

I saw the young man standing high above the rope net, the mountain wind lifted his robe, his hair was flying, and the one who raised his hand in salute was unspeakably sassy and unrestrained, which made Yan Yunlie stunned for a moment. I felt something in my chest jumping vigorously, swelled with inexplicable emotions, I just wanted to take a second look, for fear that he would disappear from my sight as soon as he turned around.

The following contest was much more peaceful, and it was all to the point, because there was a rule that weapons should not be left on the stage, so Ling Qing, who was impulsively upholding the rules, had no choice but to carry out this contest to the end.

From early morning until sunset, the last ones who stayed on the high platform were the masters of several sects. Ling Qing had no intention of being the leader of the alliance, and when the opponent stabbed up with a straight sword, he fell down the high platform and retreated to the stands .

Dongli Muyun looked approvingly, "Ling Qing is quite a hero."

Holding the teacup, Ling Qing took a look at Dongli Muyun, and drank it down, "I'm not a hero, I'm just hungry and can't move, and it's cold on top, and I get a headache when the wind blows for a long time." Recovered Cheng's memory is a bit confused, so his personality seems to have regressed to Ling who was a bit naughty in his youth.

In the end, the hydrangea ball on the top of the log was captured by the current head of the Qinghong faction, Master Yangling. Dongli Muyun and Ling Qing were both students of the Qinghong faction, and Yangling was their senior brother at that time, so seeing such a The results can not help but express happiness.

After nightfall, Wuhuan Mountain Villa hosted a banquet to celebrate the Qinghong faction who won the first place in the martial arts competition. Yan Yunlie quietly left the banquet after receiving a toast from Yangling Daoist.

The Tianjue Sect is secretive and doesn't have much contact with righteous people, so Yan Yunlie really doesn't have much interest in such a banquet.When I left, I touched a jar of wine and left, and found a quiet place to drink alone.

The situation during the day is still clearly visible, and somehow the young man's vivaciousness made him a little bit impulsive, just like the feeling he felt when he was with "Qin Lin" at that time, with a bit of possessive desire.

He was thinking that if he hadn't let "Qin Lin" go that night in Tianjue Mountain, what kind of relationship would the two of them have now?Or what will happen when "Qin Lin" takes off his mask by himself?

In the past, every time he imagined here, he would deliberately skip it, but now such a picture would naturally appear in his mind, the young man took off the upper half of the silver mask awkwardly, revealing the delicate facial features underneath, as if The mountains and waters in the south of the Yangtze River are generally beautiful. Although they are not stunning, they can't bear to look away.

I don't know when he stopped worrying about the two different identities of "Qin Lin" and "Ling Qing". Over the past few days, he thinks about "Ling Qing" far more than he thinks about "Qin Lin".

The place where the banquet was set up in the distance was brightly lit and noisy, and it didn't gradually quiet down until night.At this time, Yan Yunlie had almost drunk the wine, poured out the last drop of wine in the jar, Yan Yunlie threw the wine jar down from the roof.

Just as he was about to walk to where he lived, he saw a very familiar figure in the corridor.

The young man in a moon white arrow-sleeved shirt is sitting on the ground leaning against the porch pillar at the moment. The night on the mountain is very cold, and it is impossible to run outside if he wants to sleep, let alone such a ridiculous posture, obviously Drunk.

Yan Yunlie walked over, knelt down beside him, and patted his face twice with his hand, "Ling Qing? Ling Qing!" No response, Yan Yunlie grabbed his shoulder and shook, "Ling Qing, if you want to sleep, you can't sleep here. Go back to your room and sleep."

Ling Qing half-opened his eyes in a daze, looked around with a frown, and then looked at Yan Yunlie.

The clear eyes were half-opened and half-closed, the moonlight sprinkled in them, and there were bits and pieces of Xingzhe. When Yan Yunlie was fascinated by watching, he didn't expect Ling Qing to wrap his arms around his neck, and the whole person jumped onto the ground. Hanging limply on his body, he muttered indistinctly, "I can't walk, take me back..." Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head again.

Yan Yunlie just stood there in a daze, not knowing where to put his hands, the aroma of the wine and the fresh breath on the other party's body, like after the rain, went straight into his nose, it was a familiar and pleasant smell, as if The feeling of returning to yourself after a long absence.

Even if he doesn't remember, Siqin still remembers, even if he doesn't want to admit it, but he can't convince his feelings and body...

Ling Qing leaned against Yan Yunlie's shoulder and rubbed against his ear unconsciously, like a harmless little animal, her hair was tied around Yan Yunlie's neck, making him itchy.Yan Yunlie was still considering whether to carry or drag him. Seeing him like this, he couldn't help lowering his head and chuckling, and then gently hugged him.

It seems to be a little heavier, and it doesn't feel like there are only a handful of bones left...

On the quiet corridor, the breeze is blowing, the branches and leaves are rustling, and there is only the sound of soap boots rubbing against the bluestone floor. The footsteps are slow and steady, as if a little nostalgic and unwilling to finish the short distance early.

Yan Yunlie hugged the person in his arms, feeling relieved and moved for a moment, and charming thoughts appeared in his mind, but after seeing his defenseless sleeping face, he felt a little guilty again. On Jueshan, when he was pregnant with Siqin, before he could touch him, he was startled suddenly, his eyes full of lust.

Walking through the corridor, through the flower path, arrived at Ling Qing's room, put him on the bed lightly, helped him take off his shoes, and then pulled up the quilt. After doing all this, he was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly met a pair of bright clothes. The bright eyes startled Yan Yunlie.

Ling Qing woke up at some point, and looked at him straight, with clear eyes, as if she had never been drunk.Yan Yunlie was a little flustered for a moment, obviously all he needed to do was tell him that he met him who was drunk and sleeping on the porch halfway, and then kindly send him back, but Yan Yunlie didn't understand the words after chewing on them for a long time. Can speak out.

Ling Qing looked at Yan Yunlie for a while, then tilted his head, "Are you sure?"

I was still drunk...

Yan Yunlie exhaled lightly, walked over and sat down beside his bed, reached out and touched his head, "You are so drunk that you can't even recognize people."

Ling Qing shook her head, "I'm not drunk, tell me who you are, and I'll recognize you!"

Well, I'm not drunk, at least I know how to use strong words.

Yan Yunlie withdrew his hand, and said three words in a low voice, "Yan, Yun, Lie."

Ling Qing's eyes widened at once, and he lifted his body up slightly as if to see him clearly, then wrinkled his heads, "You are lying, you are not Yan Yunlie." As he spoke, the Xingzhe in his eyes dimmed After coming down, there was an aggrieved voice, "Yan Yunlie is not as gentle as you, the expression on his face when he saw me was that he wanted to strangle me to death..."

Yan Yunlie was startled, shouldn't he have forgotten all about it?

After being stunned, there was a burst of heartache, and the memory of "Dementor" couldn't be erased. How cruel must it be to him at that time?

Ling Qing couldn't see the inner turmoil under Yan Yunlie's calm expression. He stretched out his hand to caress Yan Yunlie's face, and then slowly traced it with his fingers bit by bit, tracing Yan Yunlie's thick eyebrows like swords , traced his high nose bridge, some cold fingers slowly walked on his face, but the place where he passed was hot.

"He wouldn't look at me with such tender eyes...he would only look at 'Qin Lin' so tenderly...he would be kind to 'Qin Lin', and would be willing to ruin his reputation and be a running dog for him , but...he blamed everything on me..."

The more Ling Qing spoke, the softer his voice was, the fingers of the hand tracing his face were bent, and he took it back as if he didn't dare to touch it any more, "'Qin Lin' is for liking and loving,' "Ling Qing" is used to hate...it is used to hate..." He kept repeating the last few words in a low voice, turned over, and fell asleep hugging the quilt.

Yan Yunlie froze there, his whole body froze.

That's why he is always wary of himself, and that's why he would rather forget about it in front of his blood and flesh and blood.

"Qin Lin" is used to like and love, but "Ling Qing" is used to hate...

Yan Yunlie didn't know how he left Ling Qing's room and how he returned to his room.

Leaning his back against the door panel, Yan Yunlie slammed his head twice, and Ling Qing's words kept repeating in his mind like a demon.Even if I already knew it, I only knew after hearing those words from his mouth with my own ears that some injuries can be completely forgotten without erasing the memory.

They dormant, hide secretly, and then swarm out one day when the spirit is slack, still tormenting him, still hurting him over and over again, but I even understate the blame and guilt, Compared with the damage he suffered, what was it?

Perhaps Yan Yunlie has never hated himself so much, just like he has never been so clearly aware that he has hurt Ling Qing, it is a complete injury, and it is an irreparable injury no matter what he does.

It was another night of tossing and turning without sleep, and the next day when I met Ling Qing on the porch, the other party seemed as if nothing had happened, and bowed to him with a persistent sword, and then went to the venue where the martial arts competition was held yesterday with Dongli Muyun go.

Yan Yunlie breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he still felt a little lost in his heart.

There is almost no suspense that Master Yangling of the Qinghong faction will be the leader of the martial arts alliance.Therefore, some small factions left Wuhuan Mountain early in the morning, and there were fewer people in the venue than on the day of the martial arts competition. After Dongli Muyun handed the token of the martial arts leader to Master Yangling, he took Ling Qing with him. Get off stage.

Afterwards, everyone congratulated Master Yangling one after another, and the martial arts conference was considered to be over, but just as everyone was about to leave, the disciples of Wuhuan Mountain surrounded the entire venue with swords, knives and sticks.

Everyone couldn't understand the situation in front of them for a while. After being stunned, Wu Yanqiu and another person walked up to the high platform. This person was dressed in fine clothes and jade crowns, and he was very imposing. Only King Anyang and Dongli Muyun recognized this person.

"King Chengrui?", "It's Zhao Shuo!"

Ling Qing didn't make a sound, just pursed her lips with a solemn expression, and watched quietly.

King Chengrui stood on the stage with his hands behind his back, looking proudly at the martial arts people below, and raised his eyebrows slightly when his eyes fell on King Anyang and Dongli Muyun, "I didn't expect the second brother to be here too , Second Brother really didn’t expect that.”

King Anyang also held his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and gathered a rebellious aura around his body, especially a bit of a king's majesty. He responded coldly, "The third brother didn't expect to see the second emperor brother here, The third brother thought that the second brother had been busy recruiting and training soldiers at the King of Chu, but he didn't expect that the second brother, like the third brother, came here to watch the martial arts conference in his spare time."

"Ha, ha, ha!" Cheng Rui Wang laughed loudly, "Second brother is not as popular as third brother, even the leader of the martial arts, no, it should be the former leader of the martial arts, and the new King of Eastern Zhou, and the second brother The younger brother is so close, the second brother is just here to get something from a few martial arts people here or you, the upper brother."

"What is it that makes the second brother come all the way here? In fact, as long as the second brother says a word, the third brother will find it for you and send it to you."

"Hehehe!" Cheng Ruigong laughed again, and after he finished laughing, his expression tightened, "What the second brother wants is the map and mechanism map of Emperor Yan's Mausoleum."

When Ling Qing heard this, she touched her chest with her hand.

King Chengrui looked away from King Anyang and Dongli Muyun, and looked at everyone below, "These two pictures are on some of you now, this king only wants this thing, obediently hand over this The king will not embarrass you, if not..."

Wu Yanqiu at the side made a gesture, and then there were screams, Wu Yanqiu's disciples raised their knives and fell, and the few people standing on the outermost edge fell in a pool of blood.

Ling Qing tightened Gui Meng in his hand, but still restrained himself, frowned and looked away, but happened to meet the eyes of Yan Yunlie who was standing not far away. The secret seems to be seen through.

Yan Yunlie just looked at him like this, the mountain wind blew over his black clothes, the patterns embroidered on the clothes were like flowing clouds and flowing water, and those dark eyes seemed to contain the power of a demon.Seeing him like this, Ling Qing felt his face burning hot, and turned his head hastily, the surface was still calm, but there seemed to be waves hitting the rocks in his heart.