Martial Lord

Commitment is a hard thing.Zhang Qiling has lied to and concealed himself more than once, but Wu Xie is still willing to believe that what Zhang Qiling promised will definitely be done.His consciousness became more and more vague, and many past events flashed before his eyes. Sometimes it was the younger brother who resolutely left, and sometimes it was the younger brother who treated him tenderly. He couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and he could only hear the strong heartbeat in his ears.They cuddled each other in the sky like this, Wu Xie silently hoped that this moment would last forever.

Suddenly, there was a piercing cry, and Wu Xie heard someone yelling "they are here", and the sound of noisy footsteps came, and it seemed that many, many people surrounded them, arguing about "imperial decree" and "standard" kill", Wu Xie wanted to tell Zhang Qiling to leave quickly, but he had no strength anyway.Body and soul seem to be separated.Zhang Qiling let him lean to one side, and stroked his forehead.

"Don't go too far," he said very softly, "I will come to you after they have repaid your blood."

Zhang Qiling got up, the ancient black gold knife in his hand was already clenched tightly, a gust of cold wind blew, the edge of the blade screamed, like the sound of a wraith under the knife, making people feel cold.

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes slightly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

The wind stopped, the knife moved, and the sound stopped.

The Buddha said that there is no demon in the world, the demon is born from the heart, and the demon is destroyed by the heart.

Zhang Qiling used to be an empty shell, without self, heart, and sentient beings.At that time, he hadn't experienced the most sincere feelings in the world. He didn't know his mother's watching, his friends' efforts, his lover's infatuation... Now that Zhang Qiling had everything, he lost everything overnight.

A Buddha is also a human being. If a Buddha has a heart, he becomes a demon.

In the annals of official history, the Battle of Wuming Mountain did not leave a single word, but later generations have different opinions on this battle.Some people say that Zhang Qiling became so mad that he washed Wuming Mountain with blood; Killing the Buddha... However, no matter what kind of argument it is, there is no doubt about one thing, that is, at the stop of Wuming Mountain, more than 150 Jinyiwei masters who were sent to search the mountain - none of them survived.

On that day, there was lightning, thunder, and heavy wind and rain, Zhang Qiling was drenched in blood, like a ghost from hell, vowing to protect his long-dead companion behind him, not allowing anyone to step forward.It seemed that the sky had also been sensed. After a flash of lightning, the mountain fire broke out suddenly, and the blazing flames burned up this piece of Asura Hell.Due to the ferocity of the fire, people at the bottom of the mountain could not approach at all. The fire burned for a day and a night, and the surrounding sky was shrouded in smoke.It took three days and three nights for the thick smoke to dissipate. When people finally entered the mountain, they could not even find a single complete skeleton.But what is certain is that in such a disaster, it will be difficult for anyone to escape to heaven.

For Zhang Qiling, people are more willing to believe that the former martial arts leader has long been obliterated by hatred and has fallen into a demon. After avenging his companions, he returned to the netherworld along with the fire.Since then, the legend of the leader of the martial arts has come to an end, and there is no such person as Zhang Qiling in the world, nor is there a figure of Zhang Qiling who is persistently following behind him.Their stories are like fine sand in the palm. When the wind blows, they will be scattered in the sky and the earth, eloquently, without leaving a single word.

Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng.

"He" probably slept for as long as 100 years, and had dreams for 100 years.

In the dream, there was a man named Wu Xie, who was just an ordinary mortal, but was involved in a vendetta for no reason.Fortunately, there is a little brother who doesn't like to talk and has been protecting Wu Xie, but the little brother got a strange disease, Wu Xie was very sad about it, so he and the little brother made a vow never to forget each other, after that...

Then Wu Xie died.

"He" saw the overwhelming red, which was the color of blood.On the top of an unknown mountain, in order to protect Wu Xie, the silent young man fought with many people. His hand was broken, a hole was opened in his chest, and he was covered in blood, but he still guarded Wu Xie, refusing to take a step back. .

"He" felt his heart hurt very much, "he" wanted to say, don't worry about Wu Xie, you can go, run for your life, Wu Xie is dead.But the young man only had Wu Xie in his eyes, and he couldn't hear "him" at all. "He" looked down, only to find that there was also a hole in his heart, but there was no blood in it, it was a black hole, bloody and bloody.It turns out that for every wound the young man suffers, there will be one more on "him". They are all the same.

In the end, the silent young man held Wu Xie's body without moving, and "he" also walked over.But every step closer, the wound on his body became more painful.But "he" still couldn't stop, he felt that he should be with the youth, forever together——

Until the fire engulfed the world.

Go, go... little brother... Zhang Qiling!

Suddenly, the person called "Zhang Qiling" looked up, and he seemed to see himself suddenly, with surprise in his eyes.His mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying something, he said——

Suddenly, a huge force swept "him" away, and "he" struggled desperately, but he was still farther and farther away from the young man.

Brother, brother... Zhang Qiling!

"Bro!"

Wu Xie suddenly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was an unfamiliar room, with elegant layout and expensive furnishings, it could be seen that the owner of the house was a very particular person.There was a charcoal basin at the door that didn't match the style of the room. There was a warm charcoal fire inside, and sparks splashed from time to time, making the air in the room a little stuffy.Suddenly, the door panel was pushed open, bringing some cool air.Someone entered the room cautiously, but was stunned for a moment when he looked at the bed curtain, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Wu Xie, are you awake?"

Wu Xie was surprised.

"Little flower?"

Xie Yuchen didn't seem surprised by his reaction. He squatted down unhurriedly, turned the charcoal fire in the basin, and said, "Just wake up. You slept long enough. I thought my father left it for me." Baoming Dan can't save you either."

Wu Xie was still in a daze, and asked, "Xiao Hua, how could it be you? Where is this place? I remember...uh!"

Suddenly, the blood red color spread all over his mind, chasing, screaming, scars, and the fire all over the sky... Memories surged into Wu Xie's mind, and he held his forehead in pain.

Seeing this, Xie Yuchen couldn't help frowning: "Wu Xie, you just woke up, don't think..."

Before the words finished, Wu Xie suddenly grabbed Xie Yuchen's hand, and asked excitedly, "Where's the little brother? How's the little brother! Little brother, he—cough cough!"

Seeing that Wu Xie was agitated, Xie Yuchen hurriedly helped him to calm down, and said, "Calm down first, listen to me, he's fine! That black-faced god is like a monster, it's not easy to die, but you are the one who died for him It's all gone!"

Hearing what Xie Yuchen said, Wu Xie finally let go of his heart, and his breath became much calmer.

"When I found you, you were already dead! I fed you the Shen Wang Xu Ming Dan that my father left me, and then pulled you back from the gate of hell. You are good, and you will ask him as soon as you wake up!" Xie Yuchen pretended to complain.

"I..." Wu Xie was rendered speechless, and immediately lowered her head guiltily, but she couldn't let go of Zhang Qiling, "I'm sorry Xiaohua, I'm so excited, then... where is that little brother now?"

Looking at Faxiao's persistent little eyes, Xie Yuchen couldn't bear to surrender: "It's alright, alright, he's next door, I'll ask him to come see you!"

Suddenly, a pretty little maid broke into the door and hurriedly said: "Jiu Ye, Jiu Ye is not good!"

"Your ninth master is very good." Xie Yuchen turned his head, and nodded on the little girl's head, "How many times have I said, don't panic when you do things, what's the matter?"

The little servant girl saluted in a panic before saying, "Master Jiu, Hero Zhang is gone!"

Just as Xie Yuchen was about to speak, he heard a "plop", and turned around to see that Wu Xie had fallen off the bed.

He ignored Xie Yuchen and the servant girl's support, instead grabbed the little servant girl's sleeve and said anxiously, "He...where did he go?!"

"This... the servant doesn't know either. Zhang Daxia just asked the servant to give this thing to the young master of the Wu family, and then left."

Seeing the object in his palm, Wu Xie's mind went blank.

Suddenly, he didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed Xie Yuchen and the little maid away, and rushed to the door.

"I'll go find him and come back!"

"Wu Xie!" Xie Yuchen looked at Fa Xiao desperately, but couldn't come back.In the end, he sighed heavily, hurriedly ordered "follow me", and chased Wu Xie out of the house.

--Why?Why!

Wu Xie was impacted by intense emotions, and had long forgotten the pain on her body.He ran northward recklessly, but he came to the riverside within a few steps.Seeing the scene in front of him, Wu Xie was suddenly stunned.

The cold river is clear and the snow is clear.

At this time, the surface of the river has not yet frozen, but the riverside has been covered with thin snow.He remembered that it was late autumn when they fled, and there were dead leaves all over the ground, but now it was already cold and windy, and winter was awe-inspiring.

He had been in a coma for a long time, so long that winter had already come.What about the little brother?The little brother only has one month, isn't he now...

Wu Xie spread out his palm, the ivory dice that Qi Ling returned to him.

Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I don't know if I miss you deeply...

No wonder you want to leave, you finally forgot, together with this "lovesickness".

In an instant, he felt that all the strength in his body had been emptied, and Wu Xie fell to the ground without strength, facing the cold river water, he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a flat boat slowly passed by, and on the boat sat a white-haired old man with his back facing him, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, hunched over, sitting on the boat like fishing.

The weather is cold and not suitable for sailing. The fisherman should not understand this truth.Could it be... someone wants to cross the river?

Wu Xie's heart tightened, and he tried his best to look into the cabin, but the inside was so tightly covered that no one could be seen.

"Old man, are you going to cross the river?" Wu Xie forced himself to stand up and asked loudly.

The fisherman didn't move, as if he didn't hear his words.

Wu Xie asked again: "Old man, may I ask if you have ever seen a young man who is similar to me in stature and carries a knife. He also wants to cross the river."

This time, the old man had some reaction.

He nodded first, then pointed to the south.

Wu Xie was overjoyed immediately, said "Thank you, old man", and ran back all the way.

There was some hope in his heart, maybe the little brother changed his mind and went back to find him.Unexpectedly, he only took a few steps and was meeting Xie Yuchen and the others.When the servant girl saw Wu Xie, she hurriedly put the fox-fur coat on her hand on him, and murmured: "Young Master Wu, it's so cold, you've just recovered from a serious illness, how can you endure such a torment!"

Wu Xie, however, seemed to be unaware of the cold, and asked, "Where's the little brother? Have you seen him?"

Xie Yuchen and the servant girl looked at each other, and asked, "Didn't you come out to chase him?"

"Someone saw him go back! Let's go back and find him!"

Wu Xie was about to leave after finishing speaking, but was stopped: "Wait, who told you?"

Wu Xie pointed behind her: "It's that old man...huh?"

Wu Xie was startled, and saw behind him the cold river stretching to the sky, along the banks of the remnant snow, where there were no flat boats and white-haired boatmen.

Xie Yuchen thought for a while, then suddenly his expression changed, and he asked, "Wu Xie, what does that old man look like? Did he tell you the matter himself?"

Wu Xie didn't understand Yuchen's intentions, but he still told him exactly what happened just now.Unexpectedly, after listening to his description, the little maid covered her lips and murmured: "Master Jiu, what he said...why does it seem to be Daxia Zhang..."

"Speak up!" Xie Yuchen yelled, but it was still too late to stop.

Wu Xie felt a roar in his head.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

The little servant girl was caught by Wu Xie until she burst into tears, and said timidly: "Master Wu, slave... slave also guessed!"

Wu Xie carefully recalled the scene just now. The man was wearing a coir raincoat, his figure was not very obvious, and his white hair was like snow, so he preconceived that it was the old man, but...but...

"What she said is true?" Wu Xie asked Xie Yuchen, "Why is my little brother's hair gray? Hasn't he already lost his memory? What's going on here!"

Xie Yuchen looked at him for a while, and finally sighed: "He didn't lose his memory... No, he at least remembers you, otherwise he wouldn't..."

Wu Xie was stunned.

"Although we went down the mountain that day, you were so injured that you lost your heartbeat several times. We thought you were hopeless. Zhang Qiling guarded you all day and night. When we saw him again, his hair had... ..."

How sad;

Whitehead overnight.