Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing was a little stunned when she heard the news of Xiao Junlan's death. Compared with the news of Xiao Junlan's death, Feng Qingjiu's death seemed a little insignificant.

In the water prison, Feng Qingjiu was taken away by Xiao Junyue. He heard that Xiao Junlan was sent to the endless purgatory, stabbed the guards and wanted to go with him, and was wounded by the little ghost outside the city, dragging his injured body to death Out of town.

Feng Qingjiu died without seeing Xiao Junlan, and he didn't know the news of Xiao Junlan's body being dismembered when he died. If he knew, he might die with regret.

Ye Wanqing thought, he should also be moved by this lover, if he had never experienced those things.

It was snowing in Jingzhou on the day when the news came, and the long night was still unknown at this time, and such an ending might have been vaguely expected a long time ago.

Jingzhou is covered with white snow, and the night view of Jingzhou is extremely beautiful, but at night people feel endlessly cold, and the cold air penetrates into the palace along the way, piercing the bone marrow of people.

There was a stove burning in the room, Ye Wanqing slept late today, the news was brought by Qi Jin, and he left after the message was delivered.

It was obviously expected, but he didn't react for a while.

His revenge was avenged, and the two died together, and the death was quite miserable.Especially Xiaojunlan, Xiaojunlan's reputation was ruined, he was divided into corpses by thousands of ghosts, he was humiliated after death, and he was hung on the Red Lotus Hall to be cast aside every day.

What he held in his hand was the originally copied Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures say, "All appearances are false; if you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

He never believed in these before, but when he saw the scriptures above, he was a little confused, and he couldn't recover for a while.

The candlelight at the table was swaying, and the candle was blown out. He closed the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes on the soft bed.

Dazedly remembered that he had asked Xiaojunlan what he wanted to do before, and Xiaojunlan wanted to benefit Kyushu, do good to the world, and bring peace to the human race.

To be able to benefit the world at the same time, this kind of dream is only worthy of being carried out by people in high positions. Now that Xiaojunlan has nothing, his dream is really ridiculous to talk about now.

In the end, the people who wanted to benefit Kyushu practiced sorcery, and they couldn't protect themselves. They were eaten in the ghost world, and there was nothing left.

Ye Wanqing gradually fell asleep, outside the window was the dull sound of rain melting, it happened to be snowing heavily in Jingzhou that day, the branches outside the window were crushed, and the snow on the eaves could fall into a layer of clouds.

In the previous life, he died on a snowy night, and Xiao Junlan also died on the day of heavy snow. I wonder if God is making Xiaojunlan pay off his debts.

Ye Wanqing thought a lot that night, he didn't sleep well, and was drowsy during the day, dreaming for several days in a row, the dream was full of Xiao Junlan.

He dreamed that Xiao Junlan asked him why he voted for him to die, why he didn't want to look at him, why he didn't want to forgive him.

At the end of the dream, Xiao Junlan climbed out of the layers of flaming lotus prisons. Xiao Junlan was burnt to the point where she was no longer human, but her eyes were still deep and deep, carrying the coldness of the endless depths of hell, and there were so many things so intense Extreme emotion.

"Xiao Wan...you want me to die that much."

"I won't die...Xiao Wan...you're still here, I won't let you go."

Ye Wanqing was held by his ankle in his sleep, and he felt a huge pulling force.Xiao Junlan was covered in blood, his legs were broken, and he crawled out of hell with his upper body supported, trying to pull him in.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the goal he entered was the algae well ceiling in his own palace, and he slowly let go of his mind, he touched his forehead, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

The bed was covered with a quilt, and he swept his gaze away, and his gaze paused slightly.

There were two cyan handprints on his ankles, and the scene in the dream emerged, and there seemed to be strands of chill spreading over his ankles.

Ye Wanqing touched her ankle, her tentacles were icy cold, the hall was quiet, the incense burner in the room was still burning, there was nothing abnormal.

He moved his fingertips slightly, then slowly withdrew his hand, changed his clothes and went to the Jinyue Temple in Jingzhou City.

Jinyue Temple is famous all over the world, and there have been many holy monks who can see through the secrets.Ye Wanqing stepped into the Golden Axe Temple, and the sound of bells echoed through the corners of the temple. He visited the holy monk of this temple, and the holy monk gave him a golden mantra.

"The donor is obsessed with obsessions, and it is difficult to see through the world of mortals. He is not his body, and his grievances are not his grievances. If he doesn't let go as soon as possible, it may cause catastrophe."

With compassion in his eyes, the holy monk said a word to Amitabha, and then left.The faces of the gods and Buddhas in the distance seemed to be covered, and they could not be seen clearly.

Still holding the golden mantra in his hand, he stood still for a while, looking at the face of the Buddha, and slowly lowered his eyes.

After he took the golden mantra, he never dreamed of Xiaojunlan again.

Everything in Jingzhou is over, Ye Wanqing plans to return to Fenglai.On the day before he left, Xiao Junlan's bodyguard found him. He felt that the bodyguard looked familiar, and he recognized that the other person's eyebrows and eyes were a bit like Han Zhi.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to doubt, I am Han Zhi, and I followed the master's side back then, following the master's orders."

"The master still has some things belonging to the son. Now that the master is not here, I think the things should be returned to the son."

Ye Wanqing guessed a little, it should be his body and the phoenix blood he took back then.After thinking about it for a while, he followed the guards.

"There is one thing that my master kept from me before I was alive, but now that my master is gone, I feel that I should tell my son..."

"Back then in Wuhui Mountain, in front of the statue of the ancestor of the sword, at that time... it was not to change the bones for the son, but the master shaved his own sword bone and gave it to the son."

Han Zhi walked in front, with a straight back, neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, all emotions were restrained, and he narrated the old events that had rotted in the depths in a flat manner.

"One more thing... Five years ago on a snowy night in Jingzhou, when I was here, the master didn't do anything to you in the end, he couldn't bear it. You were burned by the phoenix fire, and you were lying in the snow all night. It's the end of the battle."

Han Zhi thought it was a miracle that Ye Wanqing survived.These two people, one of them was able to endure the burning of the phoenix fire all night because of the phoenix blood, and they wanted to give the most precious thing they had brought to their sweetheart.

Another morality that has persisted for decades collapsed at the last moment, the mask of disguise collapsed, and he chose to let go, but failed to save the other party's life.

"Master has searched all the doctors in Kyushu for you, and you couldn't be saved at that time. He always thought that your death was his fault, if he didn't underestimate you, if he didn't choose the wrong path...you wouldn't die, His last-minute regrets mean nothing."

Han Zhi finished speaking here, and took Ye Wanqing to an underground palace.No one has entered here for a long time, with a stale atmosphere, and his own body is placed inside.

He was a little dazed, and didn't react for a while. At this moment, he was still analyzing the possibility that Han Zhi had lied to him. He went to the ice coffin, opened his clothes, his abdomen was intact, and stretched out his hand to touch it, as if he could feel it. To the spiritual roots that have withered inside.

Ye Wanqing stood in front of his body. He lowered his eyes and looked at it for a long time. There seemed to be a buzzing in his mind, which prevented him from hearing any sound for a short time.

God seemed to have made a big joke on him.

Ye Wanqing wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. Looking at the phoenix blood on the neck of his body, there were more than just these things.

There are also those gadgets he hid in Jiannan Villa back then, the copybooks he practiced, the accounts he remembered before, and the few rags he sewed for Xiaojunlan.

It's all his stuff.

What is Xiaojunlan preparing for this outing?Do you want to see him regret it?Regret doing that to him?Regret everything you did?

Or do you want to show your deep affection for him, didn't you do nothing back then?

If he was five years ago, he might regret it, but now he doesn't, he just finds it ridiculous.

For himself, for Xiao Junlan, the grief in his heart flooded like a tide, and the truth slapped him nakedly.

What he did before didn't make any sense.God made him and Xiaojun's opponent covered in bruises, and finally told him that you were just a misunderstanding.

He hated Xiaojunlan for killing him, and Xiaojunlan felt guilty for his death. The two of them misunderstood each other, and they never really confessed to each other.

But even if Xiao Junlan was honest...would he believe it?

Since his rebirth, he has never believed a word of Xiao Junlan, only suspicion and precautions, he slandered Xiao Junlan with the most hurtful words, piercing Xiaojunlan's soul.

However, Xiaojunlan kept making up for him with deceit as the basis, and the lies were still lies, which made him never dare to believe anything Xiaojunlan did.

For example, now that the truth is in front of him, he is unwilling to believe it.

His sword bone was given by Xiaojunlan, and Xiaojunlan died, dying in his constant disgust and hatred.

"Ah—" Ye Wanqing covered his head, he subconsciously bit his tongue, and the smell of blood immediately came from between his lips and teeth, which made him wake up a bit.

Everything in front of him made him unbelievable. This was the first time he felt a little frustrated. For himself, he was just a fool who was always pushed forward by hatred.

His eyes were blurred, nothing in this temple was taken away, those belonged to the past, not to the present him.

In the past, he belonged to Xiaojunlan, but now he belongs to himself.

Ye Wanqing stumbled forward, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he wanted to scream in his throat, and the excessive negative emotions made him temporarily lose his ability to think.

Everything here weighed him down and he couldn't breathe, his forehead touched the sharp corner of the side of the bookshelf, on which was placed the illustrated book of ghosts that Xiao Junlan had compiled for him at that time.

Warm blood gushed out in an instant, and the pain came. Ye Wanqing's eyes were shrouded in dazzling bright red. He vaguely felt a hand gently pressing on his wound. The sharp pain made him almost lose his ability to move. .

"I... I... I won't forgive you."

Ye Wanqing struggled to utter a few words in his throat, and countless memory fragments emerged in his mind, as if he had returned to the snowy night in Jingzhou, when his eyes were blurred.

He couldn't feel anything, he only knew that Xiao Junlan wanted to take his life, and Xiao Junlan approached him because of his spiritual roots.

Among them, who is to blame.

Old memories seemed to be floating in pieces of snowflakes, Ye Wanqing screamed and wanted to escape, the aura in his body bumped wildly, and his whole heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

He passed out.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, like a drop of water calmly dripping on the lake, causing ripples.

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It was half a month after Ye Wanqing woke up again. He was in a coma for half a month.

He was sent back to Xihe Palace by the guards. For half a month, Jiang Yueji had been guarding him. Although he was unconscious, he was conscious, and he could always hear Jiang Yueji caring about him.

After he woke up, Jiang Yueji finally let go of her worries, because Jiang Yueji fell ill after staying by his side for half a month.

For half a month, he could hear the sound of the outside world every day, but his body didn't want to wake up. For a moment, he even wanted to go on like this forever, but when he heard Jiang Yueji's crying, he woke up.

He still has Jiang Yueji, uncle, and Qi Jin by his side, so he should cherish the present moment.

Ye Wanqing lost a lot of weight after waking up, and his eyes were much calmer, but with a faint light, he was like a jade tempered in a raging fire, tempered by hundreds of burns, and it became even brighter and brighter.

The feeling of self-denial in his heart has not subsided yet, but he himself knows that he is wrong, so he bid farewell to Jiang Yueji and went to Fenglai, forcing himself to get busy.

His daily life is only left to practice swords.

Those rotten memories were buried deep in his heart and never touched again.

Ye Wanqing himself has a high level of comprehension, and now that he has a sword bone, his cultivation speed is very fast, which can be regarded as improving day by day.

He was immersed in cultivation, practiced sword for eight hours a day, and spent the rest of the time in meditation.

If he had free time, he would go to Jinyue Temple, ask the monks in the temple for some hand-copied Buddhist scriptures, and spare time every day to extract and transcribe them.

His calligraphy is like Xiao Junlan, so he practiced it from the beginning. His sword bone was given by Xiao Junlan, so he worked hard to study the medical books on changing the root bone, hoping to take out the sword bone one day.

He avoided all the things that intersected with Xiaojunlan, closed himself, tried to fade those memories, and let himself forget those past events that made him extremely painful.

After a whole year like this, his cultivation broke through a new level.But on an ordinary day, after listening to the holy monk recite Buddhist scriptures in Jinyue Temple, he suddenly realized for a moment that he seemed to no longer remember Xiao Junlan's appearance.

It turns out that you can forget someone so quickly.

Ye Wanqing was a little stunned, every time he came, he would bring the wild flowers picked by the monks on the mountain road, today he handed the wild flowers over, he wanted to get up to say goodbye, but the monk stopped him.

"The prince has recently calmed down, and there is no need to come back in a short time."

The holy monk looked at him with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and his voice pierced through the temple, with a little sigh.

"You still have unfinished business in the world of mortals, if you stay any longer, the karma will be messed up."

It was raining when going down the mountain, the sky was gloomy, Ye Wanqing didn't hold an umbrella, he was a little distracted, thinking about what the holy monk said, what is the matter of the world.

Now he only has a sword by his side, and he has little contact with Qi Jin... What is the matter of the world of mortals?

Ye Wanqing couldn't figure it out, his five senses were extremely sharp now, and he noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the rain not far away.

That figure was black all over, holding a bamboo bone umbrella, as if blending with the rain curtain, standing under the sycamore tree, with black hair hanging down, and bone white fingertips, it was easy to be ignored standing there .

He noticed that it should be the person going up the mountain.

He quickly looked away, holding in his arms the Buddhist scriptures given to him by the last holy monk.Now he is like a bitter monk who is about to go ashore, relying on gods and Buddhas all day long to calm his heart with pearls and words.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain road, he got into the carriage, told Qi Jin a word, and closed the bead curtain.

Incense was burning in the carriage, Ye Wanqing never lighted orchid fragrance, but today Qi Jin forgot, there was another reason, the orchid fragrance in the carriage was particularly strong.

Ye Wanqing wanted to ask Qi Jin what was going on, why he burned the orchid incense, the corner of his eyes glanced at the rain curtain outside, the black figure seemed to be still there, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell asleep.

After a year, Xiao Junlan appeared in his dream again.

At this time, Xiao Junlan seemed to have changed back to the appearance of several years ago. There were silver streaks hidden on the dark black robe, and his appearance was extremely gentle, but his temperament was a little different. His eyebrows and eyes were darker and thicker, as if he was underground The thick ink is smudged, and there is a trace of coldness when looking at people.

In the dream, Xiao Junlan asked him softly, "Xiao Wan, do you want to forget me?"

His skin was rubbed inch by inch, and the face he had finally forgotten reappeared in front of him again. Xiao Junlan was like a ghost who came to seek his life, but he refused to let him go.

Ye Wanqing wanted to yell in the dream, his heart that had finally calmed down was turned upside down, he struggled to avoid Xiao Junlan, but Xiao Junlan grabbed and pressed him down easily.

He was pressed, Xiaojun kissed him, kissed the mole at the end of his eye, invaded the city between his lips and teeth, his skin was like peach blossom juice blooming, the touch in the dream was too vivid, his body was like It was because all the strength was taken away, and I wanted to push people away, but I couldn't do anything.

Why... why is he unwilling to let him go even after he dies.

Ye Wanqing struggled to wake up. In the dream, he had a strong consciousness. Facing Shang Xiaojunlan's eyes that were as thick as ink, his whole body was stained with the fragrance of orchids. He was pressed and humiliated from behind. Crimson.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and Ye Wanqing heard human voices, and he gradually became sober and pulled back to reality.

"My son... my son?"

Ye Wanqing opened his eyes, his body was covered with sweat, all the details in the dream were extremely clear, and the Buddhist scriptures in his arms were scattered all over the floor.

He tried to move, but he didn't have much strength in his body, so he responded softly, and his face flushed instantly after making the sound.

Why did he make such... such a disdainful sound.

Ye Wanqing picked up the Buddhist scriptures on the ground one by one, and he always carried the golden mantra given by the holy monk of Jinyue Temple on his body. The orchid fragrance in the carriage was still there, and he got out of the carriage as if fleeing.

The first thing he did when he went back was to check himself. There was nothing on him, as if he really had a dream.

He didn't hide this matter, and went to the eminent monk of Jinyue Temple the next day, and the eminent monk gave him a golden charm bracelet, which can prevent dirty things from entering his dreams.

He never noticed the orchid on his back. The orchid stretched out its branches and leaves, bloomed behind him, and spit out delicate silks.

Ye Wanqing went back wearing the golden charm bracelet. That night, he dreamed of Xiaojunlan again. This time Xiaojunlan played tricks, tied golden bells on his feet, and let him hold the orchid in his mouth.

"Xiao Wan, you want to forget me so much... How about I help you remember a little bit?"

He was tossed all night, his voice became hoarse, and his eyes were red. When he woke up the next day, his body was covered in sweat again, and his dream was full of the sound of golden bells swaying.

After waking up, he didn't slow down for a while, his eyes fell on his body, and then he stopped slowly.

On his white ankle, there is a small and delicate golden bell.

The author has something to say:

I didn't finish writing, so I woke up and continued.

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