Sword cuts mountains and rivers

On the Guluan Hall, which is located on the edge of Jingzhou City, the elders wearing silver robes with star and moon patterns looked at the snow-covered Jingzhou from the bottom of the eaves. They waited for about an hour, but no one came.

Instead, the guard appeared at the astrologer, knelt on the ground, and said in a low voice, "There is a message from Xiaojunlan, so no one can come over."

The guards were watching the whole process from the side. Once Xiaojunlan left, the pulse of the fourth young master of Xiaofu hardly beat, and there was no way to rush over.

"If the national teacher has something to say, he can order someone to transmit the sound."

"That's all." The national teacher sighed, and looked at the distant sky, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the stars were chaotic and difficult to distinguish.

"It's God's will... It seems that he is destined to die like this."

Snowflakes fluttered, the whole Wutong Mountain was silent, Ye Wanqing was almost blown away by the wind and snow several times, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

From a distance, Wutong Mountain looks like a phoenix perched on a tree branch. There are many plane trees planted here. The plane trees are psychic, and clusters of blue flames will light up at night.

Ye Wanqing stepped into the realm of the fire and phoenix, and as soon as he stepped in, he felt the mighty coercion, as if a ferocious monster was staring at him in the layers of night, his eyes were like a light on his back.

Every inch he moved forward, pressure came from his body, as if it wanted to bend his back, making him unable to move in the snow.

Ye Wanqing gritted her teeth, he could hear the heartbeat coming from the ground in his ears, a strong and powerful heartbeat, one after another, the whole ground seemed to be shaking with it.

The fire phoenix is ​​an ancient divine beast, no one can wake it up, but the coercion from its deep sleep can easily burn all the vegetation on the mountain, leaving no grass growing on the mountain, and those who come will never return.

The closer you get, the ground turns crimson, and the back is still white for thousands of miles. Here and outside the barrier are completely two worlds.

Ye Wanqing felt a burning sensation emanating from his heart. In front of him was a huge phoenix totem. The phoenix spread its wings and screamed, with an extremely proud posture, surrounded by endlessly burning flames.

"All I need is a drop of blood."

Ye Wanqing whispered softly, she has already arrived here, it would be a pity if she returned empty-handed.He now understands why there is always greed in the world, and thinking about it, he has committed greed at this time.

The burning sensation spread to the whole body, Ye Wanqing didn't know that the enchantment itself would disturb the heartstrings.The blood all over his body seemed to be burning with flames, and the blood in Fengchi not far away seemed to have a huge attraction for him.

All he needs is a drop of blood, and tomorrow is his sweetheart's birthday, so he wants to give him the Crimson Moon Jade Pendant.

Ye Wanqing herself was abandoned by her parents, so she didn't know what family affection should be like, but Master treated him well.He didn't think so much at this time, he just wanted to make Xiaojunlan happy.

It doesn't matter if it hurts a little bit, he has often worked and been beaten since he was a child, and he is not very afraid of pain. If it is about enduring pain, he should be able to bear hardships and endure pain better than ordinary people.

The smell of blood rose from Ye Wanqing's throat, like rust on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed it vigorously, endured the burning pain and went to the edge of Fengchi, and put the jade pendant down.

The moment he put the jade pendant in, the shaking blood in Fengchi calmed down for a moment, and then, there was a mournful humming from the whole mountain.A wind of palms came towards us with coercion, Ye Wanqing almost failed to hold the jade pendant in his hand.

The jade pendant swayed in his palm, and the flesh on his chest seemed to have been ripped open and burned to pieces. He rolled directly from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and returned to the foot of the mountain.

Ye Wanqing rolled in the snow, he was paralyzed on the ground, looking at his hand, the jade pendant was still in his hand, but it was empty, without Phoenix blood.

There are many roads from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. This time he walked more strenuously than the first time, and his chest felt a little stuffy after suffering, and he seemed to be able to feel a little warmth.He cleaned the wound with snow and bandaged it briefly, the injury was not unbearable.

Ye Wanqing counted the number of times on the way, and he tried three times... If he failed three times, he would go back and put a drop of his own blood in it.

After all, if there are too many times, he doesn't know if he will be ordered to go back.

Every time he was thrown away, there would be another burnt wound on his body. In the dark night, he didn't look carefully, and only took some wound medicine that he used on weekdays.

If you can get the blood of the phoenix if you get hurt a few times, why don't monks come to get the blood?He didn't know at this moment that the phoenix fire would penetrate into the bones, not only the skin on the surface would rot, but also the tendons inside would also die.

In other words, if the tendons are necrotic, they will lose the qualifications for cultivation, and it will be difficult for the aura to condense, so they will not be eligible to re-enter the fairy gate.

Ye Wanqing tried it three times, but he felt burning pain in his chest, back, and shoulders, and now he still has the ability to move. He was standing in the snow, and now the night is getting dark, and the lights in the distance are gradually going out. up.

He stayed where he was, and slowed down for a while, should he go back or try one last time?He chose the latter.

Xiaojunlan has a high level of cultivation and is older than him. Xiaojunlan takes care of him on weekdays, and he has never done anything for Xiaojunlan.What's more, what his senior brother taught him since he was a child is to cherish people who treat him well.

There are not many people around him who treat him well.

Ye Wanqing's arm was the most severely burned, he couldn't even lift his sword, he bandaged the wound himself, and used his other hand to grab the jade pendant.

Perhaps it was due to his experience in the previous three times, but this time he barely avoided the palm wind coming, and what greeted him was a second, more ruthless palm wind.

Under the moonlight, he saw the phoenix blood contained in the jade pendant. When he was thrown away, he seemed to let go of his obsession and let himself pass out.

It snowed heavily in Jingzhou this year, and the bloodstains scattered on Wutong Mountain were quickly covered. Ye Wanqing's figure was really small in the snow, and the snowflakes covered him bit by bit, leaving only a tiny spot.

It was snowing all night, and the whole Xiaofu was nervous because of serving sake, no one knew that the people from Bingheyuan hadn't returned all night.Or if someone knew about it, no one dared to report it to Xiao Junlan at this time.

If Xiao Junlan is asked to find someone now, he will offend the Fourth Young Master, not to mention that Xiao Junlan has clearly rejected even the national teacher just now.

Many people in Xiaofu stayed up all night.

"The transplanting of the spiritual root that the third son said... It is indeed recorded in ancient books in the past, but the spiritual root cannot be an ordinary spiritual root... it must be a pure spiritual root."

Xiao Junlan didn't close his eyes all night, and then he remembered something, and asked the guard, "Is he still in the yard?"

Only at this time did the guard have the opportunity to report, "Master, the young master didn't come back last night, so his whereabouts are unknown at this time."

Hearing the words, Xiaojun cast his eyes over him, his pupils were like boundless ink, making people shiver from the cold.

There was a layer of cold sweat behind the guard, and he said in a low voice, "Yesterday, I wanted to report to the master, but the second son explained that the fourth son should not be stimulated at this time..."

"The subordinate has ordered someone to look for it."

Xiao Junlan's voice was very weak, "If you can't find anyone, you don't have to come back."

They searched all day, and the guards searched almost the entire Jingzhou City. At night, the Xiao Mansion was brightly lit, and many princes and nobles came to the banquet.

On this day, half of Jingzhou was covered with red lanterns, like auspiciousness reflecting the mountains and rivers of the world.

Ye Wanqing came back by herself, he woke up from the cold in the snow, his head was dizzy, and he reluctantly followed the path he remembered.

The street was very lively today, but his injuries were a bit serious, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to why the street was so busy. I don't know if it was because of the kindness of the famous sword god Zhai, today beggars can enter the Xiaofu banquet to get auspicious blessings.

Ye Wanqing's mouth was full of fishy sweetness. When he woke up, he simply treated the wound, but it didn't seem to help, the wound was still oozing blood thinly.

He felt a little bad, as if the spiritual power in his body was draining.

He was a little worried in his heart, he subconsciously thought of Xiao Junlan, and wanted to see his senior brother as soon as possible.

When Ye Wanqing arrived at Xiao Mansion, the guards were obviously very surprised to see him.He pursed his lips, coughed twice, and the fishy sweetness came up again.

"Where is the third brother now?"

"What's the matter with the injury on the young master's body... The third young master is at the banquet now, the young master comes with me, and I will take you to treat the injury first."

The corners of Ye Wanqing's lips were tense, snowflakes were on his hair, he looked at the guard and said, "I want to see him right now, can you go and tell him."

The guard was a little embarrassed, "This... I will report for the young master later, and the young master will follow me first."

Seeing that the guard agreed, Ye Wanqing was relieved, as long as the guard sent word, Xiao Junlan would definitely come.He was relieved, he was completely defenseless at this moment, and he was still holding the Crimson Moon Jade Pendant tightly in his palm.

The whole Xiao Mansion was singing and dancing, no one noticed his corner, and he didn't like the excitement, he just wanted to stay with Xiao Junlan.

He was still a little happy at this moment, Phoenix blood was hard to get, but he got it.

At the corner, he didn't see the weird expression of the guard, and he didn't realize when the guard attacked him on the back of the neck, let alone the spiritual power in his body was exhausted and vulnerable.

He has no ability to fight back at all.

When he fainted, he was still holding the jade pendant in his palm.

When he woke up again, he was in a dark room with shackles on his wrists, for some unknown reason.

The room was cramped and cramped, and a thick layer of snow had fallen on the window sills. His injuries had not yet been healed, and his head was dizzy. He yelled twice, but no one answered him.

He hated staying in a narrow place with no light, and tried to condense spells to transmit sound to Xiao Junlan, but now he couldn't condense any spiritual power.

Ye Wanqing vaguely knew the reason, maybe it was related to Phoenix Fire.

"Anyone……?"

He was struggling to figure out who would knock him out and what he would be doing here.I don't know how long it took, but his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe, as if he had returned to the days when he was imprisoned 12 years ago.

Ye Wanqing felt extremely tormented every minute and every second. Several wounds on his body were very painful. His teeth bit the flesh on his tongue, forcing himself to stay awake.

From his angle, he can only see the snowflakes coming in from the window, and he can vaguely see the blurred outline, not in Xiaofu.

When there was movement outside the door, he was like a lost traveler seeing hope. When he saw that familiar figure, the grievance in his heart and the pain in his body all emerged at this moment, and the corners of his eyes were almost hot.

"Brother-"

He called out, and wanted to tell him a lot, he had seen Xiaojunlan's sword before.The sword name is Chuhan, he has never felt the cold from hell before, but today he seems to be able to feel it.

Xiao Junlan was still in her usual appearance, she looked like she had just returned from a banquet, her body was slightly smelled of alcohol.

Those eyes were usually gentle, but at this time they revealed the original, they were a pair of extremely cold and black eyes.

When looking at him, there is no usual temperature.

Ye Wanqing didn't understand why there was such a big change in people just because he hadn't seen him for a day, but he was sure that the person in front of him was indeed his senior brother.

"Brother, I'm in pain, can you take me home first?"

Xiao Junlan lowered her eyes slightly, her voice was as gentle as usual.

"Does Xiaowan know where this is?"

Ye Wanqing shook her head, his face was a little pale, and he was holding the jade pendant tightly with his fingertips, such Xiao Junlan made him feel scared.

"This is Wujianya. It is rumored that spirits often appear here at midnight, so that people can forget all the pain and let go of their past."

Ye Wanqing didn't understand why Xiao Junlan told him these things.

As Xiao Junlan approached step by step, Ye Wanqing shrank back a little bit. He wanted to hold the long sword in his sleeve tightly, but at this moment he had no strength left.

"Senior brother... I don't want to let go of my past... You are worried about the injury on my body after taking the Phoenix blood... It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'm cold, don't point your sword at me."

At the moment when the Falling Cold Sword fell, an endless chill spread from his abdomen, Ye Wanqing never knew that being stabbed by a sword could be so painful, his world seemed to stand still at this moment.

Why was it not the heart that was injured, but his heart felt so uncomfortable... It seemed as if someone was holding his heart hard, trying to crush his heart.

He leaned against the wall with no strength to resist, and opened his mouth to ask why, but he had no strength left, and there was a tearing scream in his heart, the pain twisted him, and his vision was blurred.

why?

Why did you do this to him?

Could it be that all the good things you did to him before were lying to him?

He hurts so much.

Never had it hurt so much.

Ye Wanqing seldom cried because of pain, but at this moment his eyes were blurred, the man's cold expression hurt him, he grabbed the corner of the man's clothes with the last bit of strength left.

"Why... do you hate me?"

He didn't get an answer from the man, his mind was buzzing, the window was covered with heavy snow, his whole body was soaked in the cold, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into a pool called despair.

Trembling all over, the jade pendant in his hand loosened weakly.

Various memory fragments flashed across his mind, unwillingness, anger, sadness, and an emotion called "hate" emerged at this time, and blood overflowed from his throat.

In the chaos, his eyes became a bloody mess.

He was born in February of the third year of Luojing.

It is now December 21, Luojing.

His life was only eighteen years short, and now he was about to die at the hands of his so-called sweetheart.

Ye Wanqing closed his eyes and saw the heavy snow outside the window, and there was a sycamore tree not far away. The last scene when his consciousness sank was the first encounter in the depths of his memory.

The first time he saw Xiaojunlan in Jiannan Villa, Xiaojunlan was also standing under the plane tree.Xiao Junlan became famous when he was young, he was born with orchids and jade trees, and his appearance was like an autumn brocade, which was more dazzling than summer stalks.

The Xiaojunlan in his memory smiled at him, with an elegant and gentle posture, and called him warmly, "Xiaowan."

Now the picture faded in his mind, was swallowed by the fire and disappeared, and turned into a mass of deep and smudged blood.