Tianjun Chasing His Wife Crematorium

The moment he jumped off the cliff, many pictures flashed in Fu Yun's mind, and every frame contained Fu Ling.

If only Fu Ling had known his intentions earlier, that would be fine.

As soon as she fell off the cliff, Fu Yun was held tightly in Fu Ling's arms.

The weightlessness of the rapid fall hit Fu Yun's heart.Fu Yun closed his eyes tightly, hugged Fu Ling tightly, thinking, death should be a matter of a moment.

"Fu Yun—"

When Fu Ling called her, Fu Yun was still in a daze, but it seemed that she was no longer falling.Opening his eyes, he and Fu Ling were hanging in the air, and Fu Ling's bleeding left arm was holding a branch growing on the cliff.

"Fu Yun, you must hold on tight to me." Fu Ling said every word with great effort.

After speaking, Fuling tried to swing onto the cliff to step on the uneven mountain wall.

But because the branch could not bear the weight of the two men, its roots began to loosen the soil and gradually separated from the cliff.

Fu Yun hugged Fu Ling subconsciously, "No, this branch can't bear you and me.

"Okay, we can still climb up the cliff." Panting, Fuling swung again, and the roots of the branches leaked again, and some dirt and rocks were brought out, and fell down the cliff with a crackling sound.

Fu Yun's heart sank when he felt the two of them fall a foot suddenly.

"Fu Ling, these years, thank you—"

"I don't want to hear you say this, we both can live!"

Fu Ling's roar startled Fu Yun, who turned to chuckle, "Fu Ling, I think I should have fallen in love with you, even in my dream, I wanted to be intimate with you."

"Here, after we are safe, you can tell me slowly, I'm going to try again, I'll throw you on the cliff first, you grab that branch, did you hear that?!"

The branch carrying the weight of the two loosened the soil again.

Fu Yun raised his eyes and saw that the root of the branch was almost detached from the cliff, and soil and gravel were constantly falling from around the root.

If only Fu Ling was alone, he would definitely survive.

Fu Yun closed his eyes, and took a last strong sniff of Fu Ling's reassuring smell, "If there is an afterlife, I'll go find you."

After letting go of his hand, Fu Yun's heart was full of regret that he would never see those bright black eyes again, thinking of never going back to Ningyun Temple, Fu Yun felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.If there is no Ningyun Guan, what will happen in this life?

Forget it, although this life is short and hasty, it is enough...

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a wooden roof, my nose was filled with the smell of medicinal materials, and there was the faint sound of insects in my ears.

Fuyun's mind was in chaos, where was he?

Luo Ya's memory gradually surfaced in his mind.

Fu Yun tried to move his fingers, but he still had consciousness. He was still alive, so what about Fu Ling?

Enduring the pain all over his body, Fu Yun struggled to stand up. Just as he sat up, he heard the creaking sound of footsteps on the wooden board, indicating that someone was coming.

The person who came was a man with a fair and handsome face. Seeing Fu Yun woke up, his eyes were full of surprises, and he hurriedly walked to Fu Yun's side, "Lie down quickly, there are many fractures on your body, and you need to fix it with wooden boards." Get down and walk."

"Where is this?" After not speaking for a long time, Fu Yun felt his throat was full of bitterness when he opened his mouth.

"This is the Miao Village at the foot of Baichong Mountain," the man helped Fu Yun, and whispered to the people behind him, "Bai Sang, bring a bowl of water, his throat must be hurting."

Only then did Fu Yun realize that there was a silver-haired man standing behind the man.

It wasn't until the silver-haired man approached with a bowl of water that Fu Yun noticed that the aura of the silver-haired man was not human, but a demon.

The warm water in the mouth makes the throat much more comfortable.

The man patiently waited for Fuyun to finish drinking the water before he said warmly, "My name is Fuze, and his name is Baisang. We found you in the forest under the cliff of Baichong Mountain."

Fu Yun didn't understand for a moment, "Us?"

"Yes, you and another Ningyunguan disciple, he lost a lot of blood, his injuries are more serious, and he is still in a coma."

Fu Yun's nose was sour instantly, "Where is he?"

When Fuyun walked to the next room with Fuze's support and saw the person lying on the bed, Fuyun's legs were limp.

The man's left arm and chest were wrapped in bandages, and his breath was too weak to be felt.Looking closer, the face is swollen and covered with bruises, and it is almost difficult to distinguish the original appearance.

"He—he—" Even Fu Yun tried his best to restrain his emotions, but it was difficult for him to speak, "He—"

"When we found him he had barely a pulse, we thought - but he held on."

It wasn't until he held Fu Yun's hand and felt the familiar warmth that Fu Yun gradually calmed down.

"I was flustered just now, and I haven't thanked you two for saving my life." As he spoke, Fu Yun tried to kneel down on one knee to Fu Ze and Bai Sang, but Fu Ze stopped him.

"You don't need to be polite to me. Speaking of which, look at the robes the two of you are wearing, are you disciples of Ningyun Temple?"

"Exactly, my name is Fu Yun, and he is Fu Ling." Fu Yun suddenly remembered that the man called himself Fu Ze just now.

Fuze, Fuyun smacked the name in his heart, and it sounded familiar.

When reminiscing, Fu Yun inadvertently glanced at the corner of the wall, Fu Ling's close-fitting saber.The memory suddenly became clear, the name engraved on the saber carefully kept by the master was exactly Fuze.

"You are, Senior Brother Fuze?"

Fuze smiled slightly awkwardly, "I have already been expelled from the school, you don't need to call me senior brother, just call me Fuze."

Fu Yun's eyes unconsciously fell on Bai Sang who was behind Fu Ze. In other words, Fu Ze and Bai Sang...

As if feeling Fu Yun's scrutiny, Bai Sang slowly raised her pale eyes to meet Fu Yun's gaze.

"Master and uncle, are they alright?"

"Maybe I haven't seen Master and the others for a long time." Then, Fu Yun said that the Ningyun Temple was destroyed, and the disciples went down the mountain one after another.

"Ningyun Temple, has it been washed away?"

"Ah."

Hearing Fuze let out a soft sigh, Fuyun didn't know how to comfort him for a while, "But master and uncle are all fine."

"That's fine."

According to Fuze, the Miao village they were in was a group of ethnic groups who moved the village to the deep forest in order to avoid the war in the Miao area.

Fuze and Baisang used medical skills to help the village overcome difficulties.With the patriarch's kindness to stay, the two took root here.

In the village, except for a few of them, the rest are from Miaojiang, and most of them can't speak Chinese, but out of respect for Fuze Baisang, they also gave Fuyun the same courtesy.Three meals a day were delivered specially.

Fuyun moved the bed to Fuling's room, so that he could watch over Fuling every day.

Every day, Fu Yun stayed by Fu Ling's side, helping him wipe his body and changing his medicine, while talking to him, most of what he talked about was the old things of the two of them in Ningyun Guan.

After watching for a long time, Fu Yun always felt that Fu Ling's eyelids seemed to move a little.

Every time Fu Yun felt this way, he would hold his breath, guard carefully in front of Fu Ling's bed, and stare at it for a long time, but it was often nothing.

When not guarding Fu Ling, Fu Yun helps Fu Ze dry the medicinal materials.

At first, Fu Yun always cared a little bit about Bai Sang's evil spirit.But after getting along with each other for a few days, Bai Sang, who speaks little, always stands silently by the side, as if trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

But as long as Fu Ze frowned, Bai Sang knew whether he wanted to drink tea or his shoulders were sore.The tacit understanding between the two makes Fu Yun very envious.

Although Fuyun and the people in the village do not understand the language, but when they meet each other, everyone smiles, which often makes Fuyun feel warm in his heart.

Fuyun likes to climb to the observation deck in the village in the evening, watching the sunset glow in the sky, swallowing the day little by little.The wind blows, and you can smell the fragrance of Fuze's medicinal materials.

Fu Yun would often think of the old things, thinking of Master and Uncle, Brother Fu Guang and the others, as well as the members of the Long Family Escort Bureau, wondering if Long Fei and the others escaped the catastrophe safely.

The days in the village are so peaceful that it makes people feel in a trance, as if everything is so peaceful.

Until one evening, those who returned from hunting in the stockade brought back a man who had been tied up.

The author has something to say:

At the juncture of life and death, Fu Yun finally confessed affectionately ~ After a narrow escape, facing his lover who was paralyzed in bed, what will Fu Yun do?Foretelling what will happen next, please continue to pay attention to this book, the night after tomorrow, Putao and you, see you~!

Hoho, our old friends Fuze and Baisang meet you again~

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