beg for chivalry

For the next few tens of days, both of them were exhausted, traveling everywhere from central Sichuan to the northern frontier.Yu Qiuxia's eye disease became more and more serious, making it difficult to see.Coupled with the frequent outbreaks of one-phase blind poisoning, even if there is a jade girl who calms the pain, Jinwu generously hires a famous doctor for him and finds some medicines to cure the disease, but Yu Qiuxia's body still disappears day after day get weaker.

The day of going to Tianshan Mountain was getting closer, so the two rode their horses westward to Yaoliu, and stopped in front of the poplar forest.Jin Wu stepped on the stirrups and jumped off the horse, Yu Qiuxia also got off the horse.The two looked at each other speechlessly, speechless for a while.

Saying goodbye often doesn't require too much words, just one glance can see through the entangled feelings of parting in the other party's eyes.

Jin Wu stretched out his hand, and only said indifferently: "I cherish myself."

"Well, master, there will be a time later."

Yu Qiuxia nodded, stretched out her hand, and fist bumped him.This light touch seemed to shake the heavens and the earth in my heart, and the echo resounded, causing thousands of ripples.So the two parted ways, each with worries, and never looked back.

But seeing the gloomy clouds in front of me, the chaotic mountains and the snow.The new wind is howling, and the dense mist of sorrow cannot be blown away, and the mountains and plains are covered with plain silver clothes.The horse's hooves sank in the snow, making a muffled rustling sound, leaving a trail of tears.

Yu Qiuxia put on the gauze hat, and tightened the Yubai knife around her waist on the belt.The stone path is slender and winding, leading directly to the Tianjie ice pool.For a moment, there was a strong wind, white snow was flying, and the world was lonely and dead, as if he was the only one.

He understands that Jinwu and he are not fellow travelers, and he can only go to the Tianshan Gate alone.On the surface, Jinwu has not yet left the Houtian Tower, although he promised not to attack the Tianshan Gate this time, he can only stand by and watch.

The cold wind is like a knife, as if tearing at the body, freezing the bones and blood, and slicing the flesh.The sound of the wind was more mournful than before, and there seemed to be a faint ominous feeling in his heart. Yu Qiuxia had just stepped on the stone steps with one foot, but the burning pain had already exploded in his heart. Swirling viciously.It's the same!

Yu Qiuxia felt a chill in her heart, she hurriedly covered her tongue, her eyes were red.But the blood couldn't be covered, and the viscera seemed to melt into a ball.He couldn't straighten up in pain, and almost stumbled up the stone steps.A thick layer of snow fell on the steps, and Erzhu disciples would have swept it away in the past, but now it can submerge the boots.

Cracks formed on the ice pool, and layers of light blue ice flakes spiraled into the center of the pool, just like a blooming green lotus.But blood bands loomed between the floes, floating in the water, kneaded into enchanting threads by the cold wind.The command flag was broken, the door instrument collapsed, and the stars on the screen wall were stained with a large amount of blood, and they were already blackened.

In an instant, Yu Qiuxia couldn't move anymore.He stared blankly at the ice pool covered with broken swords. The formerly clear ice stream had suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the scene of crossing swords was everywhere.Various thoughts circled in my mind, and finally turned into four words full of pain:

He is late.

There seems to be a string in my mind that is splitting. If someone is by my side at this time, I will definitely see someone running in the flying snow as if dying.Yu Qiuxia's heart instantly rose to her throat, and she almost wanted to vomit under the beating.Pain was no longer a shackle that bound his body.

Yu Qiuxia ran to the mountain wall, where the path used to lead to the martial arts field. When he woke up in the morning, there were bustling disciples yawning and jogging along the path with their swords in hand. Their cheeks were flushed from the cold, and they were chattering and laughing endlessly, but at this time it was deserted , The snowflakes are flying like reed flowers.The blood snake meanders down the stone steps, staining the snow that hasn't been cleared for a long time. Yu Qiuxia looked up in panic, but saw a figure on the mountain wall.

The line "Heart is like ice, sword is like snow, and the sword will return to Huangquan" written on the mountain wall is the most favorite line of Yuxie's favorite poem after he abandoned the jade white sword and devoted himself to learning the sword, so he carved it on the wall with the sword, and now A man was actually nailed between the words "Huangquan", his chest was pierced by a wooden stake as big as his wrist, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, blood dripped from the bottom of the cloth shoes, smashed to the ground like red agate beads.

The man died a miserable death, countless gashs were left on his chest and abdomen, his face was almost gone except for his face.

Rather, someone kept this face on purpose, so that others would recognize who the dead person was.

Yu Qiuxia was stunned for a moment, but before she could make a sound, her tears had already flowed down.

His eyes are sometimes good and sometimes bad, but sometimes they are too good, and he can even distinguish the wings of mosquitoes and flies. At this time, he can distinguish the eyebrows of that person with a single glance.It was a shriveled and wrinkled old man, holding a dragon sword in his hand very preciously, shouting loudly day after day early in the morning to call his disciples to leave the golden gang formation.The disciples often respectfully call him Elder Dongqing when they meet each other, but they call him Old Carrot Boss behind their backs.Disciples often guessed that the dragon-pattern sword was given to him by his mistress when Mr. Luobo went down the mountain to steal his cousin, Huaniang. This old man is so precious.But he didn't know that when Yu Qiuxia was just starting out, he slipped down the mountain to work as a servant for others, boiled salt with well fire and worked hard for several months before he earned some money and bought it in the iron shop.The blade of the sword was blunt, and after a few slashes it would curl the blade again, but Yu Dongqing kept it as if it were a treasure.

When he was still Wang Xiaoyuan, he came from Jiading in despair and wandered all the way.When he climbed the stone steps of Tianshan Mountain, his hands and feet were worn out, his body suffered from frostbite, and he passed out in front of the mountain gate.No one wanted to take in this dirty child, so Yu Dongqing picked him up, fed him hot soup for several months, brought him under the door, and allowed him to go to the foster mother's place to practice knives.

In my memory, Elder Dongqing's wrinkled face was always wrinkled, and when he got angry, it shrank even more like dry bark.Yu Qiuxia's talent is blunt, and learning a knife is half the effort, so he frowned and drank beside him.

"Jade seeking flaws! How to stand with a knife, I told you before, have you thrown your head?"

Yu Qiuxia scratched her head, her eyelids were twitching, and said: "Elder, I recited it all night last night, it must be right. Sweep right and hang it after receiving the knife, and circle around it."

"Idiot! That's a knife in the back!" Yu Dongqing was so angry that she patted the idiot's Tianling Gai.He couldn't figure out why some people could memorize words by eye, while others could memorize two lines after studying for one night.Yu Qiuxia was really the stupidest student he had ever taught, as if God had hit his head stupidly with a hammer when he was just born.

Yu Qiuxia touched his red nose, and honestly swung the knife again.He is the dullest mediocrity in the world, even if he swings the knife a thousand times or ten thousand times, he is still not as good as someone who has learned it for a quarter of an hour.

The snow flakes fell on the cold back of the hand, turning into water droplets and falling between the bruised fingers.From dawn to dusk, from the time when the sun opened the sea of ​​clouds, to the crescent moon sinking into the mountains, the sky was covered with snow, and the white grass was broken, he kept wielding the knife unremittingly, and Yu Dongqing also kept staring at him silently with piercing eyes.It wasn't until she was exhausted and her body was swollen and painful that Yu Qiuxia breathed heavily and said:

"I can do it here, Elder, go back and rest."

Elder Dong Qing glared, his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "Stupid guy! My disciple is so useless, can I still sleep soundly?"

The little head drooped, and muttered anxiously. "Then... when will the elder go back to rest?"

The old man smiled slowly, he used a piece of chewed poplar wood to support his eyelids, and said: "When you have mastered the sword technique, there are not many Yubai sword techniques, only three forms, compared with the Taiqing 36 swordsmanship. , Wouldn't it be much easier to hear people's 72 swords? It's a pity that the sect is full of careless people, monkey-headed people, and it's hard to learn even the minimalist three moves."

Before the words fell, Yu Dongqing saw the child stop swinging the knife, and cast his eyes dazedly.The snow fell all over him, and the tiny water droplets that melted glistened on the eyelashes.Yu Qiuxia asked anxiously:

"Can I do it?"

He is too stupid, always clumsily trying to learn and imitate, but he always lags behind.It takes thousands of times of hard work to be able to touch the heels of others.Yu Qiuxia was shivering, he was cold and sleepy, he wanted to curl up to rest for a while, but he gritted his teeth and held on, and picked up the knife in the cracked hand again.

"'Blunt learning is exhausting, so you might as well be proficient'." Elder Dongqing grinned, "Is it up to me to decide whether you can or can't? What's the matter with a fool? Only you can learn the sword technique that this fool only learned. "

The sound of the wind was chasing and clamoring, like tigers and wolves howling in the mountains, tearing apart the snow like reed catkins in the air.The child stood there ignorantly, blinking dry eyes.

"What a shame! You are my stupidest protégé," the old man's haggard but smiling voice was gradually lost in the sound of the wind and snow, as if the last trace of warmth had been frozen by the sudden snow.

"But he is also my best apprentice, Yu Qiuxia."

As if a cold light shone through her mind, Yu Qiuxia suddenly woke up in the wind.He was standing in front of the blood-stained mountain wall, clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white.Elder Dongqing's body was floating in the wind alone. The old man lived a miserable life, but died a miserable death, as if he had never escaped from the snow and ice in his life, and had seen peach blossoms and willows green once in his life.

He came too late, the Tianshan Gate had already been invaded by the Houtian Tower, and even Elder Dongqing had been murdered.He didn't regret that he found the Golden Crow, but blamed himself for not returning to Tianshan Gate earlier to protect the elders and disciples.He is indeed a fool, he is indecisive, he should have been expelled from the Tianshan Gate long ago, and he should have wiped out the roots when he confronted Houtianlou two years ago.

A long-lost, heart-wrenching burning pain surged into my heart, and it burned into one piece.Lian Yunu's mentality is still not calm.

This is hatred, the great enemy of the seeker.

Yu Qiuxia looked up at Tianyu and let out a long breath.He knelt down and kowtowed to the mountain wall, his forehead fell into the ice and snow, leaving a bruise, but it felt cold in his heart.

Unknowingly, pitch-black figures appeared all around, and a flock of crows seemed to come and perch on the branches in the plum blossom forest.The assassins held firecrackers and scratched the hooks, held the cold iron darts between their fingers, and approached the kneeling figure in white at the foot of the mountain wall.

"Yi Niang, Elder, I'm sorry." Yu Qiuxia murmured.

He straightened his back and grasped the jade white knife at his waist.This jade-like knife has never killed people, but now it has a sharp and cold edge.When the knife is drawn out of its sheath, the blade is bright and shining, as if the world is in darkness.

"The gate rules, I want to violate them one last time."