Liuzhou Boys

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Gu Yan did not practice sword with Ah Qi anymore, but just watched him from outside the bamboo forest where he practiced sword. He was dressed in white, flying like clouds, and his long sword was like a rainbow, circling and dancing in the green bamboo forest.

He watched his swordsmanship become more refined day by day, his aura became more magnificent day by day, and his face became as cold as dust day by day.

Master is not lying, the Huangshui sword and the Zhishui Heart Sutra are an excellent match. After only a few months of practice, Aqi's swordsmanship has already entered the upper class, but it is not easy to progress so fast. damage.

Gu Yan was worried in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He knew that he would not be able to stop what Ah Qi was determined to do, not to mention that the current Ah Qi is no longer the junior junior in the past.

I don't know if it's because of the Zhishui Heart Sutra, his face has become exquisite, as if carved from ice and snow, and even has a bit of an air of ecstasy.However, his eyes became colder and colder day by day, although they were still clear and transparent, they could no longer reflect his own figure.

All he can do is to watch him quietly, hold an oil-paper umbrella, and stay with him no matter the sun or rain, watching him practice from sunrise to sunset, and the slanting wind blows the white plum blossoms to his chest On the long sword, it was divided into two halves by Xue Ren.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that he stopped the sword in his hand that he would step forward, brush the petals off his hair, and say, "Ah Qi, go back."

Ah Qi didn't look at him, just put the sword back into its sheath with a clang, turned around and went back to the cave where they usually lived, never said a word to him, to be exact, even gave him a look.

At night, the master took Ah Qi out to teach him swordsmanship, while Gu Yan lit a candle and sat on the bedside until sleepiness hit him and he couldn't hold it anymore.

I don't know how long these days have passed.

Gu Yan was also resentful in his heart, he didn't want to do this, why?

But Ah Qi wanted to practice.Even though he knew it would happen, he still wanted to practice the Zhishui Heart Sutra.

Thinking this way, he felt no regrets, he raised the corners of his mouth, and rushed to the bamboo forest with a smile like a spring breeze to watch the young man practicing sword.

For a moment, he felt that if he lived like this for the rest of his life, it might be good, at least he could still be with each other.However, in an instant, he felt that it was not enough. He still wanted to take him to the ends of the earth, to be on par with him, and to be in love with him. He wanted to...

Hold your hand and grow old together.

But now he can only smile bitterly, because the little junior brother who would say: "I only like Senior Brother Gu" is no longer there—he is forever trapped in the mentality of severing love and desire.

It's just that he didn't expect that even such a day would not be too long.

That morning, he went to the bamboo forest in Fenghuang Mountain as usual, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see, and he couldn't find it after searching seven or eight places. Halfway up the mountain, there was a smell of blood.

——from the wisteria forest they went to when they first descended the mountain!

He rushed over, and sure enough, the boy he was thinking of was lying in the fallen flowers. The dark red blood soaked through the dark night clothes, spread, and dyed the petals of vines all over the ground red.

It was astonishingly beautiful.

He rushed over and hugged the seriously injured young man, only to see that he was dying, and the swords all over his body were obviously caused by the siege, if he was one step late, his life would be in danger.

The boy was lying in his arms, breathing weakly, his face was as white as paper, with blood stains on his face.Gu Yan wanted to hug him up forcefully, but found that he had opened his eyes.

"...Yan." His voice was thin and soft, like fragile glass.

"I thought I was going to die."