Sword net three love thread peeling cocoon

Ye Zhanmei smelled a familiar smell in the dream.

It's like green grass, a whole piece of grassland, when the wind blows, the bright green and tender grass stems will sway in the same direction as the wind.

He rolled a few times in this grassland, then lay flat and greedily breathed the lingering breath, and suddenly felt a familiar internal force entering his body.

Then, he regained some sanity, and at the same time realized that the smell of green grass was not his dream.

All limbs and bones seemed to know that he was going to wake up, and began to yell unscrupulously, torturing every inch of his nerves. To be honest, he really felt that fainting now was much better than being awake, but he couldn't.

He had to wake up and look at the people in front of him—God knows, these days, he missed the smell of his body like crazy.

The eyelids seemed to be covered with blood, sticky and greasy, he tried a few times to barely open them, and finally saw the person who was hugging him.

Ye Zhanmei couldn't help being stunned.

He and Huo Qingyun knew each other a long, long time ago. They grew up together. He is familiar with every expression on Huo Qingyun's face and can capture every subtle change in him. However, this person is a stranger now .

There was an expression on his face that he had never seen before—neither sad, nor happy, nor sullen, nor fearful... Ah, of course, he probably would not have such emotions as fear.

what is that?Ye Zhanmei thought in astonishment.

In fact, he really wants to complain to Huo Qingyun that he is in pain, every wound on his body hurts, or ask him how long it has been, he always feels that he has not seen him for hundreds of years... But, look Seeing the look on that person's face, he immediately dismissed these thoughts.

Because the expression on Huo Qingyun's face made him feel that this person seemed to hurt him more than himself.

So Ye Zhanmei thought for a while, and said to him angrily: "It's okay, I don't hurt."

The moment Wuxin walked out of Shaolin Temple, he thought from the bottom of his heart that he would never go back in his life.

So he turned around after stepping out of the gate, and solemnly saluted three times in the direction he came from.

Where are you going?The first stop is to go to Heilongmao.

This is the place where he saw Yu Qingcheng dance the fan for the last time. In the chaos army, he had black hair flying and winking eyes like silk. All the people who tried to sneak up on their comrades from behind moved lightly and landed in front of them.

"Holy Monk, you..."

Wu Xin only heard half of his words, and couldn't hold on anymore, and fell straight forward, vaguely feeling a pair of hands stretched out to catch her, and then completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already on the carriage back to Shaolin, with warm palms on his forehead, he moved and found that he was lying on that person's lap.

"Holy Monk, you've woken up." Yu Qingcheng smiled at him, as beautiful as a peach or plum, "How do you feel?"

Wu Xin sat up and said, "Thanks to the benefactor and friends for saving me this time." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Yu Qingcheng half leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, crossed his legs, and said, "Holy Monk, tell me, your Shaolin martial arts are unrivaled in the world, why are you being arrested by those little gangsters?"

Although Wu Xin was concentrating on adjusting his breath, he listened to his words, thought about it in his heart, and said: "Because we have something to protect, but they haven't."

"Really?" Yu Qingcheng found it very interesting, and asked, "Then what is the holy monk trying to protect? Is the world alive?"

Wu Xin froze for a moment, then opened his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Yu Qingcheng said again: "If there are common people in the world, is everyone the same in the eyes of the holy monk? Then those people who were killed by us today are considered as one of the common people in the world?" ?”

Wu Xin found himself unable to answer.

Yu Qingcheng said: "Saint monk, can you protect the people in the world with your own power, so that everyone can get what they want and get good results?"

It was then that Wuxin suddenly realized that his bodhicitta, which had been praised by his master and colleagues for many years, was nothing but a pool of illusory water.

Huo Qingyun took out the flare and lit it, and threw it out of the window. After a while, there was the sound of the fire exploding in the distant sky.

He lowered his head, bent his index finger and slid across Ye Zhanmei's cheek, wiping off the bloodstain on it, leaving a trace on his bloodstained side face.

Ye Zhanmei wanted to raise his hand, but just moved his fingers before he remembered that many tiny steel needles had been driven into it, and now it was bloody.After his movement, his hands were so painful that he almost lost consciousness, and he couldn't help taking a breath of cool air through the gap between his teeth.

"I'm sorry." Huo Qingyun felt that she had finally raised the strength to speak, and said, "I'm late."

This is really a cliché sentence, but it is the only sentence he can think of at the moment.

There were too many emotions surging in his heart, but he could hardly find a complete sentence to express them. The blood was rushing and rushing in his body, almost tearing his chest and breaking through the wall.His hands holding the gun and holding the bow are just like his master's, they are unbelievably stable at all times, and he can take the head of a person a hundred steps away in a chaotic army, but now he can't help shaking.

Ye Zhanmei never heard him apologize.

Huo Qingyun was always decent and polite, even if she was joking, it was only limited to a few people who were very close to her.Most of the time, his impeccable thinking and gentle demeanor only give people a feeling of spring breeze without bringing any discomfort.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

Be good at joking, not for abuse.

Ye Zhanmei knew that he was full of delicate thoughts and criticized him for being too tired, but he always said that he was used to it.

Maybe this person would only apologize because of the defeat in the war, Ye Zhanmei thought so.After all, in terms of emotion and reason, he has never owed anyone and will never owe anyone.

But when he thought this way, a little sadness appeared in his heart inexplicably.

The one who has been apologizing is actually me.Because of being impulsive, reckless, simple-minded, reckless, and getting into trouble again and again, but this person never complains or blames, he always knows how to comfort himself and how to clean up the mess, just like that year on the Yangzhou River, when he stepped on the water and died. Come firm and decisive.

He thought, after going out, he should find an opportunity to say thank you to him.Thank you for all your tolerance and patience.

But now, it seems that he should respond to his apology first.Although for some reason, Ye Zhanmei felt that Huo Qingyun panicked like never before, the worst thing was that he didn't know how to comfort him at such a time.

So he had to gather his strength and repeated: "It's okay...well, I don't hurt."

Huo Qingyun buried her head in his neck.Ye Zhanmei's body is now full of blood mixed with mud and the smell of sweat, but at this moment it seems that only this smell can calm him down.

He took a few deep breaths, and finally felt his heart beating slowly and steadily, so he raised his head and carefully looked at Ye Zhanmei's injury.His clothes were cut into numerous rips by the whip, almost completely soaked in blood, and the originally fluffy and white fur shoulders were stained mottled and dull.When he looked down at his hands again, he quickly looked away, as if he didn't dare to look too much.

This is the person he has protected, cared for, and cherished since childhood... How dare they treat him like this?

How dare they!

Huo Qingyun felt that her heart had been violently punched, and under the violent shock, that fragile cocoon was almost cracked.

He tore off the pitch-black cloak that was used to hide his eyes, revealing the dark red cloak on his body.

Whenever Chunchi ran all over Mount Hua and couldn't find Mu Xi, she knew that it was the master who went to the ice room for retreat again.

What kind of mental method is it, even if it is not enough in a place as cold as Chunyang Palace, it is necessary to go to the freezing cold room to practice?Many years ago, Chun Chi asked this question after Mu Xi practiced in seclusion for the first time. He only said, you are still young.

Chunchi stood on tiptoe and compared herself on the tall cypress tree. She was nearly twice as tall as when she first went to Mount Hua.However, it is even worse than the master.

The top notch was carved secretly by herself when her master just passed by.

Maybe if he grows a little taller, Master will no longer think of himself as a child, right?Or, if you become more proficient in swordsmanship, your master will treat you differently, right?

"Master, how can I practice the sword well?" She asked under the tree when she saw her little self with shofar braids in a daze.

The Master ten years ago looks the same as it does now.

He knelt down to look at his little self, and said gently: "Chi'er, you have to remember that the quality of a sword depends on the person who holds it forever. One day, your sword will not be for yourself, but for the world." Swing it out, and at that time, a great deal will be accomplished."

Chunchi couldn't quite understand what he said, but she remembered that the sword should be swung for others, but gradually, she realized that it made no sense.

"Master, is your sword also wielded for the world?" She asked three years ago.

Mu Xi seemed to think about it for a long time before saying, "It used to be."

"what about now?"

"Maybe... that's all."

During the time spent with Master, Chunchi was always asking, and he was always answering.Master seldom took the initiative to say something to her, so she always tried to ask a few more questions.

Chun Chi wiped the sword he won from the Famous Sword Conference, thinking, when the master comes out this time, he will ask himself, if I am not wielding the sword for myself, can I wield it for the master?

But this time, she didn't wait for Master to walk out of the ice room.

Mu Xi was carried out.

Hearing footsteps coming from behind, the guard on duty thought it was a patrolling companion, looked up casually, and immediately fell into shock.

A man in armor with a spear on his back passed by him, without even looking at him for a moment, he walked straight out.

The jailer was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him, pointing his spear at the man: "Who is it? Stop!"

Huo Qingyun didn't stop, but turned her head and glanced at him.

The fierce aura emanating from the man's body was so strong that the jailer's hand holding the weapon felt a little weak, and when he met his eyes, his feet were frozen in place as if they were covered in mud, unable to move for a long time.

Those are really Shura-like eyes.It made him feel that if he took a step forward, he would be torn apart by the man in front of him.

The jailer was stunned for a while, and then ran towards the direction where the man left. In such a short time, most of the companions on duty in the prison were alarmed, and the courtyard was already full of guards waiting in formation.

The captain of the guard sized up the man, and then moved his gaze down to the person he was holding in his arms. The person was wrapped in a black cloak, and he couldn't see his face. He could only see the exposed corner of his blood-stained clothes—a jailbreak?

Before he could give an order, there was a sudden movement behind him. When everyone looked back, they saw a large number of uniformly dressed soldiers pouring into the courtyard and surrounding the building.The first person came to the man who robbed the prison and said something in a low voice.

The man flexed his fingers and whistled in his mouth, and the sound of horseshoes came from far and near.

"Who are you...?" the captain of the guard asked in horror.

"Tiance Mansion Huo Qingyun." He said coldly, jumped on the horse, and slowly scanned the circle of people with different expressions in the courtyard. The second half of the sentence was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "These people, one Don't even think about leaving."

He rode his horse and galloped away, his dark red cloak fluttering in the night, like a flaming flame.

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