The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!!!" Wen Kexing looked crazy when he woke up, struggling to get out of bed to seek revenge from Zhao Jing, but Wuxi was impatient. Quickly, he was knocked unconscious with a knife in his hand.

"Big Witch, what's wrong with my uncle!" Zhang Chengling asked in panic, even stunned.

"Don't worry, he's fine. Now that he's awake, he'll be fine for two days." Wu Xi caught Wen Kexing's limp body and pinched his pulse. Although he spoke words to comfort Zhang Chengling, His brows knit together involuntarily.

Although Wen Kexing had hints of madness, there was a vigorous vitality in his body that confronted the chaotic qi, as long as he was given enough rest time, and when the aura took over, Wen Kexing would be fine.

This is probably also the handwriting of that white-clothed sword spirit who has never met.

Wuxi put Wen Kexing's body flat, stood up straight, and was about to prescribe the medicine. Since Wen Kexing was fine for the time being, the most urgent task right now was to snatch Han Ying back from the hand of Hades, whose life was hanging by a thread. To live up to the painstaking efforts of Senior Sword Spirit.

Zhang Chengling looked at him expectantly, and ran back and forth with the big witch, until Han Ying swallowed a bowl of thick black soup and his pale complexion gradually improved, Zhang Chengling was completely relieved.

The fifth day of the first lunar month - Four Seasons Villa.

The warm sunlight fell on the bed through the curtains, and also shone on Wen Kexing's eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the excited Zhang Chengling.

"Uncle? Uncle! You're awake! You've been in a coma for the past few days, I'm going to be scared to death!" Zhang Chengling quickly reached out to help Wen Kexing sit up.

With Zhang Chengling's support, Wen Kexing gradually sat up straight, and when he turned his head, he saw two strange men standing beside the bed, both of them were handsome and extraordinary.

Zhang Chengling followed Wen Kexing's gaze, and then remembered that he had to introduce someone to his uncle. He pointed at Jing Beiyuan and just said: "Uncle, this is..." Jing Beiyuan stretched out his hand and beat him broken.

Jing Beiyuan looked at Wen Kexing, and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Wen, let's go to Jing Beiyuan, line seven, this is the Great Witch of Southern Xinjiang." He pointed to Wuxi beside him to introduce Wen Kexing road.

The Seventh Master and the Great Witch!

Wen Kexing's eyes lit up instantly when he saw them, and he said excitedly: "The two friends have traveled thousands of miles for my senior brother, worked hard, and should be worshiped by Wen!"

Jing Beiyuan stopped Wen Kexing's hand that wanted to thank him, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen, don't be too polite, I owe Zishu my life..."

"Beiyuan, let's talk about the old things slowly later. Mr. Wen has been in a coma for many days and has lost his chance. I'm afraid Zhuang Zhuang and Senior Bai have already been taken to Jinzhou at this time. The most urgent thing is to rescue them first. But the skylight is heavily guarded, and we may not be able to accomplish anything." Wu Xi stood with his hands behind his back, first stopped Jing Beiyuan and Wen Kexing from talking, and calmly analyzed the most important matters.

When Wen Kexing heard his words, he remembered that there was a skylight besieging the Four Seasons Villa before he fell into a coma. He immediately raised his heart, and asked anxiously, "What do you think happened to Axu and Lao Bai?"

"Uncle Master, Master and Uncle Grand Master have been taken away by skylights to protect us, and it has been five days." Zhang Chengling said eagerly, supporting Wen Kexing.

"No, Axu and Laobai are both injured, I'm going to save them!" Wen Kexing wanted to get out of bed and rush to Jin when he heard that they had been taken away for five days. Zhou, but was stopped by Wuxi.

"Mr. Wen, calm down. The skylight is heavily guarded. We didn't bring many guards with us on this trip to southern Xinjiang. The water far away can't quench our thirst. It's very difficult for us to go to Jinzhou alone."

"Qiye, Dawu, if we cooperate from inside to outside, how sure can we be?" Han Ying was seriously injured, but under Dawu Miao's hand, he woke up Wen Kexing one day first, and when he heard the noise from the bedroom, he let Dawu's The guard helped him into the room.

"Inner Ying and outer cooperation, didn't the old part of the villa be destroyed by the King of Jin?" Wu Xi asked suspiciously, where did the inner Ying cooperate with them outside?

"There are also disciples from the old department of the villa in the skylight. I can try to contact Xingming Zichen and the others, and let them secretly inquire about the whereabouts of the owner and senior white, and cooperate with us internally and externally." Han Ying said weakly.

"Since there is an internal response, we are somewhat sure, but we are the only ones who might not be able to break into Jinzhou!" Although this was much better than what they had expected, Jing Beiyuan looked around and was still frowned. Frowning, they didn't bring many guards.

"As for the manpower, I'll figure out a way..." Wen Kexing hesitated for a moment, and then made up his mind. In order to save Zhou Zishu and Bai Yi, he had to go back to Ghost Valley, but before he took the risk, he had to take the Zhang Chengling made arrangements.

Wen Kexing took Zhang Chengling's hand, but said solemnly to Qi Ye and the great witch: "Wen has something to ask."

"Young Master Wen, it's okay to say it!" Jing Beiyuan said.

"Jinzhou and his party went to dangerous places, and I am worried about letting Chengling stay in the Four Seasons Villa alone. Please trouble Qi Ye to send his men to escort Chengling to Shen Shen of the Dagushan Sword School, so that I can have no worries."

"Uncle, I won't leave, I want to go with you to save Master and the others!" Zhang Chengling became anxious when he heard that Wen Kexing was going to send him away, and said eagerly, grabbing his hand.

"Silly boy, what are you going to do? You are safe and sound, your master and the others can feel at ease, and I can give it a go. Be good, go to your Uncle Shen, wait for me to rescue your master and the others, and then go to Dagushan to pick them up." You." Wen Kexing stroked the boy's sweaty forehead and comforted him patiently.

Zhang Chengling also knew that he would be a hindrance if he followed the past, even if he was unwilling, he still followed Jing Beiyuan's bodyguard, a capable young man named Aqinlai, and set off for Dagu Mountain.

As for Wen Kexing and the others, they got busy, making perfect plans to rescue Zhou Zishu and Bai Yi.

After Wen Kexing slowly regained his strength, he immediately contacted the people in Guigu and rushed back to Qingya Mountain not far from here without stopping.And Han Ying was taken by Master Qi to a hidden courtyard on the border between Kunzhou and Jinzhou, where he continued to receive treatment from the great witch. During this period, he kept in touch with the internal staff in the skylight to find out the whereabouts of Zhou Zishu and Bai Yi.

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The seventh day of the first lunar month - Jinzhou City

Looking at the chilling city wall under the cover of wind and snow from a distance, Zhou Zishu's mood was very complicated. After a year, he did not expect to return to this sad place again. Thinking back a year ago, he was disheartened and rode alone. The scene when I left, seemed to reappear yesterday, but now the mood is completely different.

As the carriage slowly approached the city, Bai Yi also completely withdrew his thoughts from the inner mansion. After seven days of running around, he slowly adjusted his breath and recovered his spiritual power to about [-]%. Uneasy, this is King Jin's territory, he doesn't know if he can protect his son Shu Zhou.

The carriage drove into Prince Jin's Mansion and stopped at Zhou Zishu's former residence - Chongming Garden. Hundreds of guards and assassins surrounded the place, until Zhou Zishu and Baiyi jumped off the carriage and walked slowly into the courtyard. Duan Pengju Only then did he really put his heart back into his stomach, and barely struggled out of the shadow of death in white clothes. Looking at the backs of the two people who entered the room together, his eyes were ignited again. Duan Pengju had never eaten such a big meal in his life. If you suffer a loss, you must let that surnamed Bai pay back a hundred times.

Zhou Zishu opened the door and walked in. What he saw, the home furnishings, and the picture on the wall that he had drawn for ten years to dispel the cold, turned out to be the same as when he left a year ago. , the house is cleaned very cleanly, as if the owner never left.

Bai Yi followed Zhou Zishu to the picture of dispelling the cold by the wall, and watched him touch the only white plum blossom with his fingertips. The self-blame and depression on his face had been worn down by the years into a calm and calm appearance. , but the heavy sorrow and grief are deeply imprinted in my heart like a brand.

Ten years of ups and downs in the sea of ​​blood, 81 people in the Four Seasons Villa, ninety-nine returned to one, with the blood-colored plum blossoms gradually blooming on the map of dispelling cold, all of them were buried in his hands. Now that he returns to his hometown, it is time to make a break with King Jin .

"If you come, you will be safe, and you will be safe if you don't change. Zishu, don't worry, I will protect you even if I die." Bai Yi looked at the only white flower among the bright red, with an extremely firm expression, his regret There are already enough, this time even if you try your best, you can't let this picture of dispelling the cold take shape.

The eighty plum blossoms in this picture of dispelling the cold are all painted with the blood of the dead.

"The New Year's people say that you are not dead. Instead of caring about my safety, you should worry about yourself. If you scare Duan Pengju like that, he will definitely hold a grudge and instigate the prince to be unfavorable to you." Zhou Zishu sighed and turned around. Standing, looking at the white clothes with a cold expression.Worry was written in his eyes.

It's a crime to carry a bi, now this bright piece of a bi is already a turtle in the urn, how can he not worry?

"Just relying on that idiot who is greedy for life and afraid of death, what can you do with me, what about the king of Jin, and what about the Jinzhou army? Fight, if you really get to the point where you meet in battle, I can also lead you to fight a bloody path." Although in front of Zhou Zishu and the others, Bai Yi has always been gentle and good-tempered, but his pride and conceit are engraved in his bones. In this besieged situation, the more calm and self-sufficient he is, he even faintly reveals an arrogance that wants to smash the sky.

"Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. My uncle listened to my advice. No matter what happens, you must put your own safety first. King Jin is my cousin. Before I can use him, he will not What will you do to me?" Zhou Zishu couldn't see the madness of his calm expression,

"You can't fool me." Bai Yi lowered his eyes slightly, walked to the table, picked up a pot of hot tea that should be newly brewed, opened the lid of the pot and sniffed it, and found nothing unusual, then took out the teacup and poured a cup. Pass it to Zhou Zishu.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." He held up the teacup, his two pairs of similar eyebrows and eyes met each other, and a thousand words were written in the cup!

Zhou Zishu took the hot tea, took a sip, and all the worries and anxieties fell into his heart like the ebb tide of the sea. Now is really not the time for him to worry about the sky.

The two stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.

Suddenly there was a regular knock on the door, and the two looked sideways, only to see Duan Pengju and two teenagers in skylight ink green uniforms and face scarves outside the door, holding a tray in one hand, standing bowed. at the door.

"Mr. Zhou Zhuang, Mr. Bai, the prince has prepared a banquet in the political hall to clean up the dust for the two of you." Duan Pengju's eyes flashed brightly, but he still didn't dare to make a fuss when facing the cold-looking white clothes with his hands behind his back. He signaled the subordinate next to him to put the two sets of clothes specially prepared for them on the table inside the house, and he didn't dare to stay here any longer. Before he left, he didn't forget to say something to Zhou Zishu.

"Master Zhou, you know the rules of meeting the lord. Please also disarm Master Zhou and don't make things difficult for the old Duan." Although Duan Pengju said his words politely, he did not cover up the maliciousness in his words, and was caught by Zhou Zi. Shu and Bai Yi read it thoroughly.

Zhou Zishu snorted coldly, and just pulled out the white-clothed sword wrapped around his waist to hand it to Duan Pengju, but was stopped by the white robe.

"Don't let his dirty hands touch me, I find it disgusting!" Seeing Duan Pengju's eyes staring at his body, Bai Yi felt a chill, stopped Zhou Zishu from handing the sword, took Bai Yi's sword, and flipped the slender sword with one hand. The sword disappeared in his hand.

"Mr. Bai, aren't you embarrassing old Duan?" Duan Peng raised his eyes and watched the white-clothed sword disappear into the white-clothed sword. The sword spirit was one body, and his expression could not conceal his greed, but he still pretended to be troubled and frowned.

"Why, Lord Duan has an opinion?" Bai Yi tilted his head, and his fingertips shone coldly.Duan Pengju was so frightened that he immediately took two steps back and quickly waved his hands: "Don't dare, old Duan dares to have an opinion. It's just a prince's body, and he can't sit down. Mr. Bai has great powers. If he doesn't agree with him, he will annoy my prince." If you hurt your peace again, isn't that the old Duan's fault?" He waved his hand as he said this, and another Tianguang subordinate walked in from outside the room, carrying a bowl of decoction, and walked to Duan Pengju's side.

Since he can't get the Baiyi sword, he has a way to control Baiyi.

Duan Pengju looked at the bowl of thick black soup with an expression of complacency and calculation that could not be concealed. He personally held the bowl of soup and handed it to Bai Yi, pretending to be embarrassed: "Mr. Bai, don't blame it, this is just a bowl of soft gluten." It's just a break up, since Mr. Bai wants to see the lord, for the sake of my lord's safety, the old Duan has no choice but to use Mr. Bai's supernatural powers, this mere bowl of soup will definitely not do you any harm, and I hope Mr. Bai will not make things difficult Old Duan."

"Old Bai!" Zhou Zishu frowned as he looked at the bowl of thick black soup. Just as he wanted to stop Bai Yi from taking risks, he saw that he was already holding the bowl with one hand, took a sip, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sour soup. He frowned until half a bowl of soup and medicine entered his stomach, and Bai Yi couldn't drink it anymore, so he dropped the medicine bowl casually, took the warm tea from Zhou Zishu and rinsed his mouth.

"Are you satisfied now? Unexpectedly, the majestic King Jin is also a coward. Seeing that I am a mediocre man who hides his head and shows his tail, I look up to him." It was a bowl of extremely overbearing Ruanjin powder. Bai Yi felt that his figure was a little weak, and subconsciously mobilized his spiritual power, trying to expel the medicinal effect from his body, but the medicinal effect had already spread to his whole body, and he might not have enough time to completely remove it, so he had no choice but to pretend nothing happened. With Duan Peng and Zhou Xuan, they gathered the domineering medicinal properties into a ball with spiritual power, stuffed them into the inner palace, and temporarily suppressed them.

"Mr. Bai was just joking, but he was forced to do so. The prince has always been a virtuous corporal. You will know what he is when you see him. The old Duan will not stay here for a long time. Please go to the meeting hall as soon as possible. Don't make my prince wait for a long time. It's gone." As long as he can control the white clothes, Zhou Zishu, who has less than half of his three-autumn nail martial arts skills, is nothing to be afraid of. Seeing that the white clothes are already in the suit, Duan Pengju's attitude becomes more flamboyant, and he bows perfunctorily and walks away.

"How is Lao Bai?" Zhou Zishu asked anxiously until he saw the backs of Duan Pengju and his group disappear in the courtyard, then grabbed his pulse by the wrist in white.

"Don't worry, it's just an ordinary bowl of Ruanjinsan. I'm fine." Bai Yi also patted his hand, telling him not to worry.

"Duan Pengju's expression may not be so simple, Lao Bai, why are you so impulsive?" Zhou Zishu took his pulse, although the breath in the white clothes was only a little disordered, but Zhou Zishu still frowned, and told him directly about the bowl of soup There is definitely a problem.

"This is Yang's scheme. If I don't follow suit, the King of Jin will definitely not see us at ease. Don't worry, what can this little trick do against me?"

Bai Yi looked at his unstretched brows, smiled helplessly, brushed away his hand for feeling the pulse, got up and walked to the table, looked at the two sets of neatly folded clothes, and clicked his tongue softly: "This King Jin's aesthetics It’s really the same as before.”

One of the two sets of clothes was the dark green brocade outfit prepared for Zhou Zishu, the leader of the skylight, and the other was a snow-colored toga for the white clothes.

At dusk, stepping on the red setting sun, two figures, one black and one white, slowly approached the heavily guarded main hall of Jinwang Palace.

"My lord, I've brought you here." Duan Pengju bowed to the man in Chinese clothes standing with his hands behind his back in the main hall.

"Pengju, you've worked hard too, go down and rest." The thick voice resounded through the hall, carrying the coercion of a superior.

Duan Pengju looked at the two leisurely guys beside him, and wanted to say something to King Jin unwillingly, but was driven out by his prince impatiently.

It wasn't until Zhou Zishu and Baiyi were the only two left in the hall that the high-ranking King Jin slowly turned around, looking at the two people standing side by side, with an expression of unconcealed admiration and certainty.

"Zishu, we haven't seen each other for a year, don't you miss the lonely king?" King Jin slowly stepped down from the high platform, walking towards Zhou Zishu and the others.

"Your Majesty's demeanor is still the same, why should Zishu miss you?" Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, thinking about the farewell in this palace a year ago. He and King Jin would never see each other again in this life. This familiar hall is also the familiar monarch in front of him, and the only difference is that he is still standing behind him in white.

"Gu Wang misses you very much. I wonder if Zishu has had fun outside this past year? I heard that he has made new friends, why don't you introduce him to the Gu Wang?" As Jin Wang slowly approached, he also It became more and more clear that Zhou Zishu was half a step behind, dressed in snow-colored clothes and white clothes with long hair loose, with an expression of interest.

"My surname is Bai, and I have heard the name of the King of Jin for a long time. When I saw him today, he is really a dragon and a phoenix, with an extraordinary bearing."

"It turned out to be Immortal Master Bai. The lonely king would also like to thank the Immortal Master for taking care of Zishu over the past year." Even Zhou Zishu, who is carrying a Qiqiao Sanqiu Nail, can be taken care of by him just like ordinary people. It's really extraordinary, King Jin's attitude became more and more kind when he thought about it like this.

"Don't dare to do it. It's Bai Yi's duty to protect the master." Facing King Jin's sure-to-win gaze, Bai Yi was very resistant. He only replied coldly, and then stood behind Zhou Zishu with his hands behind his back and said nothing.

"Zi Shu, is your sword spirit so cold and unkind?" The more uncooperative the white clothes were, the more interested King Jin became. He smiled at Zhou Zishu with a very intimate and familiar tone.

"Bai Yi's temper has always been like this, I hope the prince will not take offense." Zhou Zishu only slightly nodded.

"Is it strange? How dare the lonely king take offense? It's just Zishu. Isn't the lonely king treating you well enough? You are so kind and trustworthy. Under one person, you actually concealed the existence of Master Bai. It really chills the lonely king." " King Jin clicked his tongue lightly, although he said reproachful words, his tone was very calm.

Zhou Zishu just smiled without saying a word, and didn't answer.

"What are you talking about? The lonely king is here to clean up the dust for you two, come with me, I have prepared a jar of good wine for you." King Jin saw the two standing in the hall, the atmosphere was a little gloomy, and he simply backed away In one step, the two of them were introduced into the banquet. It is always best to talk about things at the wine table.

Zhou Zishu and Bai Yi looked at each other, and they walked into the hall one after another, watching Jin Wang personally knocked open the mud seal of a small wine jar with a silver hammer, wiped off the floating ash from the mouth of the jar, took it up, shook it, and said: "This is the jar of wine from Qingluan's other courtyard."

Hearing this, Zhou Zishu looked at the wine jar with complicated eyes. He saw that King Jin poured the ten-year-old wine from the jar into the jug.

"After a long time, it has become a pulp, and it can't fill two jugs." King Jin shook the wine jar, and when he saw that there was no more drop of wine, he sighed regretfully, picked up a jug and handed it to him. In front of Zhou Zishu, seeing that he didn't answer, he handed it to Bai Yi, who didn't answer him, which made King Jin feel a little embarrassed, but he just sighed helplessly: "Didn't we make an agreement at that time? A period of one year, and ten years later, we will still be the same team, still in that small courtyard, picking up and drinking the jar of wine."

Zhou Zishu only smelled the aroma of the wine, as if returning to the youthful years when they personally buried this jar of wine ten years ago, the wine is still the same jar of wine, but the person is no longer the same.

He sighed: "The original crew? Where are the original crew? Yunxing went to the frontier, Qingluan hanged himself to death, Qi Ye was poisoned by you, Jiuxiao died in Lucheng, in that courtyard, only I'm under you..."

The best friends who shared the same ambitions, talked about wine and made great achievements together, either left or died or never saw each other again.

King Jin seemed to be reminded of some sad memories by Zhou Zishu's words. He was silent for a while, then slowly walked to the desk he had prepared for Zishu with the jug of wine in his hand.

"The lonely king dreamed back at midnight, and also dreamed countless times of the small courtyard full of flowers, Beiyuan playing the piano, Jiuxiao playing the flute, Yunxing dancing the sword, and Qingluan singing. When you turn around, you are standing beside the lonely king." The wine was slowly poured into the gold-plated wine glass, and the king of Jin put the pot of aged wine on Zhou Zishu's case. When he turned around and saw Zhou Zishu still standing there, he approached with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "What do you say?" That's right, old friends are all gone, fortunately, there are only you and me left now, the grievances and grievances of our group of people can't be counted, and the lonely king doesn't want to worry about it anymore, you can bring Master Bai back to help me, in the past For more than a year, let's write it off, okay?"

Although King Jin's words were sincere, Zhou Zishu laughed mockingly at the indifference and pretended generosity of the words.

If you want to win the Ninth Five-Year Plan, you must have a cold heart, old relatives and friends, and deep affection, all of which are incomparable to the authority over ten thousand people. The cold throne inlaid with gold and jade is covered with bones. Everyone who can sit firmly on the throne All people are masters of manipulating people's hearts, the first king of Jin was like this, and so was the king of Jin.

The author has something to say:

It's finally my favorite rivalry scene in the whole play, Jin Shu's be aesthetic YYDS! The be's are vigorous, they come and go with each other, they break up completely, without a trace of aggrieved!

OS: I think I'm cold, and there are fewer and fewer familiar sisters in the comment area... (Frustrated QAQ)