Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Even after several years, Weisheng couldn't fully remember how they survived the night when the first snow fell.

The heavy snow gradually covered up the black blood flowing across the ground, and the old tree at the door of the house broke off its thin and short branches overwhelmed.

The sky became as dark as splashed ink unconsciously, and it seemed that it had never been bright.

He didn't know when the villagers would return, but sitting outside must have frozen to death.

Weisheng tried his best not to let himself fall asleep, it seemed that it was not so cold suddenly when it was extremely cold, instead it seemed to fall into the river in mid-spring.

He lowered his head to look at the monk in his arms, and what he saw were silvery white frost flowers on those two slender eyelashes, like black butterflies out of season, and finally froze to death in this vast and cold river.

Just now, the ice sword condensed with a blow, and this monk is an ice spirit root.When Weisheng thought of this, he felt absurd. It would be extremely absurd to let the monks of Binglinggen die in the heavy snow.

The gate of his hut is only a few dozen steps away from the old tree, but at a glance, the road becomes so long in an instant, it seems that he will never be able to go home for a lifetime.

Near the time of Haishi, Xiang Guchun woke up for a while, and the foundation of the monk made him breathless. Before his eyes was a low and oppressive darkness, but his cheeks and forehead were covered with a rough material.

The sweet smell of blood and rust has faded to the point that it can hardly be smelled, and there is a clanging heartbeat in my ears.

He was awakened by the beating like a drum.

The dry old trees could not provide any shade, and the snow covered his shoulders. Xiang Guchun wanted to use his spiritual power, but his internal organs seemed to be crushed and rotten. His dantian was in severe pain, and he coughed out hot blood foam.

Weisheng was startled by the slight noise, he suddenly closed his arms that were about to freeze, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't sleep."

He exhorted Xiang Gu Chun like this, but his eyelids were almost closed.

Xiang Guchun also looked in the direction of the gate, and suddenly remembered that his master once told him that fate is impermanent, sometimes he will end up in an oasis after trekking in the desert, and sometimes his life will be claimed by a few careless steps.

These few steps now are like a joke made by God.

Xiang Guchun said in a hoarse voice, "Weisheng, let's fight this heaven."

Weisheng was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his back molars and replied, "Okay."

The memory afterwards was covered with a layer of mist and white veil, and Weisheng couldn't remember how they climbed this section of the road.

Mostly it's just using both hands and feet, and whoever can't hold it will be dragged forward by the other person.

It wasn't until the threshold hit his waist, and the snow in his hair turned into a puddle of cold water trickling down his neck, that he regained his consciousness and the pain in his limbs and joints a little bit.

Xuezi seemed to be glowing at night, Weisheng stared blankly at the sky that had been gathered into a square by the eaves, where the brilliance was shining, like a spiritual light enveloping the fairy island.

He muttered to himself: "The first snow of the year."

He hooked Gouxiang Guchun's sleeve with his fingers, and said, "Xianjun, I seem to know that today you are sitting on that wooden bench, and it is as clear as this snow."

Xiang Guchun pinched Weisheng's tiger's mouth, his dark eyes reflected the translucent glass world.

After entering the house, there are four walls to block the wind, and a roof to cover the snow. Fortunately, Weisheng's small shabby house is so big. He pulled the quilt to wrap them up, but he didn't have the energy to get on the couch.

Can only sit on the ground, let alone dispensing bandages.

Weisheng couldn't feel his legs at all. He was sober at times and confused at times, thinking that he might become a paralyzed person in the future, and he was afraid for no reason.

But in a blink of an eye, the fear rose like a wisp of smoke, and disappeared again.

He should have gotten used to all the losses.

The two did not dare to sleep, and talked one after another.

Sticking too close, they can feel each other's trembling and hear each other's heartbeat.

Weisheng said that he didn't live in this village before, and he could hardly stay in one place for too long. When talking about this, he suddenly felt very lucky that the monk had discovered his abnormality.

When he was a child, he was raised in a fisherman's house in the south, and later he was sold to the north. On the way, he encountered an evil current, and all the children in their car ran away. Settling days.

Later, the old Taoist disappeared, and he was displaced, and walked back to the south from the north.

Wei Qi was exhausted and only whispered, as if talking about irrelevant gossip, as light as snowflakes outside the house.

Every time Xiang Guchun echoed the words, he added a few more words, he had nothing to talk about in the past, and the events of his life were not even well known, which sounded very absurd.

He wanted to say that his name was actually not Xue Sheng, but Xiang Gu Chun, but this name came from Yan Yuanhan, and Xiang Yinli had never called him "Xiang Gu Chun".

Master didn't think he could give this child a surname, nor did he think that people and swords could share the same name, but at that time he had already remembered the name, and many people in Taiqingzong called him that.

Xiang Yinli doesn't know why he keeps calling him "Axue".

At the end of the conversation, Weisheng didn't know what he was talking nonsense, the sky outside the window seemed to be getting brighter slowly, maybe it was his hallucination.

Then he heard several exclamations and shouts.

Weisheng's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

He was in a coma for two days and one night.

After the villagers found them, they immediately decided to split up. The people in the village don't know serious medical skills, but hunting and picking in the mountains on weekdays will inevitably lead to injury, so emergency treatment of a wound is barely feasible.So a few experienced ones were left to take care of them, while the rest of the fast-footed ones went down the mountain to ask for a doctor.

Slowly the noise died down, and it was another dusk.

Weisheng Mimi stared and opened his eyes, looked sideways, the mountains outside the window were covered with silver makeup, and the snow was covered with sunset clouds, shining brightly.

The white mist in his field of vision dissipated, and he saw Xiang Guchun lying on the only small wooden table in the room, with the sword that fell from the sky in his hand.

The monk's head was wrapped in gauze, and he put on the clothes given by someone, and fell asleep twisted on the table.

His off-white sackcloth was also stained by the light from the window, like an illusory dream.

Weisheng wanted to get up, but his limbs and bones seemed to have been run over several times by chariots and horses, and severe pain crawled over every joint.

He couldn't help moaning.

The monk lying on his stomach woke up suddenly, stepped forward a few steps, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Is it okay?" Xianggu Chun asked, pouring him a glass of water with one hand.

The sweet water dilutes the smell of blood in the mouth, escaped from death, and the situation of the two of them is actually reversed.

The resilience of the monk should not be underestimated, and the return of Gu Chunjian has greatly nourished the spiritual power of the sword master. On the other hand, Weisheng, a mortal, survived those blows, which can be said to be very hard.

"I have asked the villagers to inform the nearest sect, and I have set up a spirit screen for the time being. You can sleep peacefully and don't need to worry." landed.

Wei Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't have the time to install good curtains and bed curtains in this dilapidated house, the glistening snow light reflected into the room without hindrance, illuminating the face of the monk in front of him in a bright light.

The monk's complexion was pale, his slender eyelashes opened and closed slightly, and a fluffy light appeared on the profile of his profile, as if a real fairy who had strayed into the mortal world was slightly lost in the world of mortals.

Dust particles are flying in the beams of light, like twinkling stars and fireflies, quiet and peaceful.

Weisheng said softly: "Thank you, Xianjun."

Xiang Guchun touched his forehead, it was no longer hot.

The boy nestled in the thick quilt had long hands and long feet, but he had a slender frame. He was quite strong. He could carry two buckets of water and walk back and forth in the village, and he could also drag his prey along the winding mountain roads like flying.

That's too weak for an evil, though, and the fact that he can kill one with an ax is surprising enough.

When the doctor diagnosed and treated him, Gu Chun was actually awake. He heard the child's suppressed cries of pain when his life was hanging by a thread, and his heart felt a pain of being cut open.

There are so many things in the world, and human feelings are like a sea. It is difficult for people to empathize with each other. If you don’t experience it yourself, you will always see flowers in the fog and not be real.

Looking at the world of comprehension, there are many people who are more miserable than Weisheng, but how can they be easily compared.

There was a knock on the door, and Xiang Guchun opened the door, and saw Granny Liu standing outside with a basket of eggs.

According to the villagers, those evil cultivators drove away the tree spirits who used to guard the mountain, and they have been entrenched in the mountain all year round. This village relies on the mountain to eat the mountain, and many people have died in their hands.

Later, the evil even threatened the villagers to help them plant a kind of spiritual grass, and threatened that if the villagers went to the monks, they would massacre the village.

This is why people in the village have a faint herbal fragrance on their bodies.

The herbal medicine has the effect of refreshing the mind, and the evil spirit invades the mind, and madness is a matter of time, but taking the herbal medicine can delay this process.

This is rarely known in the comprehension world, and the spirit grass is only produced in the southern land.

But the evil spirits will still go down the mountain to eat people from time to time, and catch women or children to go back to practice.

Until Weisheng came here, he had a unique secret recipe that could maximize the efficacy of the medicine. Later, the two parties promised that at the end of each month, the evil cultivator would go down the mountain to get the medicine without harming the lives of the villagers.

The sound that Xiang Guchun heard before was that they were coming to get the medicine, but this time the evil cultivator was obviously bloody and did not abide by the agreement.

A few days ago, Granny Liu went to the market to go shopping. There was only one sick granddaughter left at home. Unexpectedly, when the evil cultivator came to commit the crime, the girl stumbled and ran to Weisheng's place.

Perhaps everyone in the village thought that the little doctor was extremely capable, but it was amazing, he was just a teenage human boy.

Grandma was followed by a tall young man with tanned skin. When he saw Xiang Gu Chun, he knelt down on one knee. Xiang Gu Chun took a step back to avoid the past, helped the man up and asked, "But something happened?"

The man said with difficulty: "Xianjun, the head of Hanshan died in battle. The sects at the foot of the mountain are in a mess, and they can't get any people to come. Those evil creatures still have a few cubs in the mountain. We have already set up traps to defend, but ..."

Xiang Guchun was taken aback, "You said Master... the death of the head of Xiang has been spread?"

The man also looked excited, "Yes, the obituary was posted at the foot of the mountain."

After speaking, he took out a roll of paper from his sleeve, which was the content of the obituary that he specially asked Mr. Yamashita's ghostwriter to copy, so that he could take it back to the village and pass it on.

The paper was soaked with sweat, and some handwriting was blurred, but Xianggu Chunning's spiritual power was in his eyes, and he tried his best to open his incomplete vision.

On the densely packed obituary documents, he saw the name of the master, and also clearly saw his own name and surname.

……too fast.

He was secretly startled, but what surprised him even more was that at the end of the obituary, the name and surname of the acting head of Hanshan was clearly written.

The spiritual power dissipated, and his vision blurred for a while.

But the name of the head of that generation is deeply rooted in his mind.

"...Losing the head, the world mourns greatly. We will remember the teachings of the head, and swear to protect the world here. When the seven-year funeral, Hanshan Youyun will stand as the head disciple Sang Qi, who will be the head of the head. The legacy of the master..."

There are clouds in the mountains.

Ge Yun spat out a mouthful of black poisonous blood, his eyes were about to split open, and he stared at the little junior in front of him who was dressed in plain clothes.

Sang Qi stood in the dark and said in a low voice, "Second Senior Sister, you have soiled Master's mourning hall."

"You bastard!" Ge Yun yelled, "You joined Fu Ning to usurp the head of the sect, and killed your comrades, are you worthy of the spirit of the master?!"

Sang Qi was turned pale by her yelling, and sneered after a while: "Senior sister, you have been in the lower cultivation world for a long time, and you have become confused. Where did the master come from, the spirit in the sky, he has already lost his soul!"

Ge Yun crawled on the ground, but his eyes seemed to swallow the white-eyed wolf in front of him alive, "Master saved your life in the past, and senior brother taught you swordsmanship to raise you, but you are so kind and revenge, ruining my Hanshan foundation! Knowing this, you should listen to Elder Yan's words and get rid of you as soon as possible!"

"Shut up!" Sang Qi stepped forward, leaned over and grabbed Ge Yun by the front to lift her up, and said sharply: "Xiang Yinli rescued me but refused to accept me. He is just a hypocrite with a good face! Only senior brother Treat me well, but senior brother, but Xianggu Chun—" Sang Qi's eyes turned red, "He has no heart at all..."

Ge Yun's face was red from being strangled by him, and he could only hiss.

Sang Qi let go, and the body of the senior sister who used to love to tease him and bring him candies collapsed on the ground as if her bones had been removed.

Night Breeze sneaked in, and he yelled at her angrily: "Senior brother doesn't have a soul lamp, and he's not dead. I'm helping him. You just have to be your handsome swordsman. Why fight against me?" ?!"

After yelling, Sang Qi was out of breath, and suddenly realized that after these words, he was only answered by an empty response from the mourning hall.

"...Second Senior Sister?" He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly reacted and knelt down tremblingly.

When approaching Ge Yun's nose, Sang Qi shook his fingers and said blankly: "No, this is not right, senior sister, where is your soul? Where did your soul go?"

Elder Fu Ning's figure slowly appeared, the sword in his hand was dripping with Wen Shuyin's blood, he gave Sang Qi a pitiful look, and said, "She's gone to find your master."

Immediately, he seemed to be amused by his own words, and he really smiled and said: "No, the evil practice of poison refining is not in vain, and she is too——the soul is gone."

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