[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

Tie Xinlan's grave is built on the cliff of Xianyunzhan, which is the place where the palace master forced her to fall off the cliff 20 years ago.There is a cedar tree next to the grave, I don’t remember if it was last year or the year before, I pushed Jiang Wuque here, pushed half of his body out of the cliff, forced him to recognize the reality, and then grabbed him and cried bitterly.

The cedar is full of snow, and at sunrise, it is crystal clear.Snow falls all over the place, but the lonely tomb is spotless.

Although Jiang Wuque's internal injuries were serious, they were not fatal, but the recovery was too fast, which was not what I expected.

Perhaps Su Ying is indeed a genius in medical skills. After two days of treatment, not only can she go to the ground, but she can also come to the grave to worship.

It's just that after being ill, his body became thinner and thinner. Standing in the wind, he looked like a thin shadow, which could be dissipated by blowing.

I finally felt that Xiao Yuer's judgment might be right.Jiang Wuque is one in a million, as long as he is still alive, he will stand up one day; he doesn't need anyone to take care of him, it might be better for him to be alone.

The guy from the restaurant came to deliver the food, and he responded one by one when chatting with him.The man wanted to look at him from time to time, but he didn't dare to show his eyes, so he lowered his head and kept peeking out of the corner of his eyes. When Jiang Wuque saw him, he asked with a smile, "Is it so beautiful?"

The man's answer was even more ridiculous: "It's much prettier than my daughter-in-law."

Jiang Wuque was able to receive such high praise despite his age, and smiled lightly again, without saying anything, and the smile faded from his lips after a short time.

I saw him lower his eyes, unable to tell whether it was pain or suffering, and his chest tightened up and down.But even if I feel bad for him, I can't help him.

The Hall Master said that the person Jiang Wuque was going to save first was me, but in fact, this is easy to explain. How many times Tie Xinlan and the Hall Master have intersected, no one in the world can be called the Hall Master compared to me I hate it even more.

Jiang Wuque made the decision after weighing the pros and cons. Even though he admitted that he was married to me after my death, he was forced by the Palace Master to have nowhere to go.

I am nothing to him, even after death there will be no empty grave.I don't know how much he loves Tie Xinlan in his heart, but the only wife in his heart is always Tie Xinlan.

This is the truth.

I can't get out, I can't walk in front of him, and tell him that you are so heartless that you won't even mourn when I'm divorced?The only thing I can do is hide in the corner and peep at him unscrupulously, no different from that uninformed guy.

As for the buddy, he only appeared once a day. After he went down the mountain, there was no human voice in the row of houses in Xianyun Zhan.

Jiang Wuque often sat in a daze, or else, he walked to the edge of the cliff to talk with Tie Xinlan.

After two days in his body, he turned over the iron sword from nowhere and wiped it at night.

I knew it wasn't that simple, and sure enough he used his sword in the snow the next day.

This loss of martial arts is also different from total loss of martial arts. If Jiang Wuque just couldn't use his internal strength, he would use sword moves and beat a few thieves when he was bored, and no one would stop him.

But his meridians were broken by the sword energy at the beginning, and it is not safe to put the broken things back together. If he uses his body, hands and feet to practice swords, he is asking for trouble.

Sure enough, as soon as he thrust out his sword, and as soon as he turned his wrist, he would tremble. If coupled with his footwork, he would fall to the ground.

In fact, I don't have too much obsession with martial arts, because I am not born with martial arts materials. Even if every word of the "Sangshen Jue" is in my mind, I can't learn it, let alone learn it.

Even though I still want to have it.

So when it was proved that Jiang Wuque had lost all his martial arts and became a useless person, I didn't feel much regret at that time.In my heart, only those who lose their right arm like the Palace Master did in the past, and who struggle to do ordinary trivial things, are useless people.

But seeing Jiang Wuque's appearance today, looking at one thing and losing another, clumsy and stiff, several times he leaned on the ground with his sword body, and several times he fell into the snow. His sword was so ingenious back then. Looking at the person in front of him again, he was already sweating profusely and gasping for breath within half a move, and finally wanted to sigh God's will.

He fell down again and lost his sword. The man sat on the ground, staring blankly at his hand.

I thought he was going to give up, but he grabbed the sword and started again.

Martial arts practitioners are all about tricks in their bones, and after barely being sharpened by him for two days, they can gradually connect a set of swordsmanship.

I also vaguely understand that his lack of attachment in the past doesn't mean he doesn't value it, but he is a master and an ordinary person, and he has to live in obedience to God's will.Jiang Wuque is not a person who can't see it. He regained his swordsmanship today, and there should be no second reason, which is to seek revenge from the palace master in the future.Even though he knew that at this time he and the Palace Master were already in the same place, they still refused to give up and waver.

Besides, it's a good thing for Jiang Wuque to be able to devote himself to revenge, it's better than living a life of boredom and insensitivity.

I was a little relieved, and I also had an idea, but Xiao Yu'er came to Xianyun Inn alone in the early morning of a certain day.

On this day, Jiang Wuque still got up early to practice his sword.Xiao Yu'er waited and watched patiently, but his face was extremely ugly.

No matter how fast Jiang Wuque is progressing, one month, one year...he can't compare to a strong third-rate swordsman in the Jianghu.

Xiao Yu'er's brows became tighter and tighter. In fact, Jiang Wuque's swordsmanship today is very good. He moves his body freely and moves his sword freely. The scene is really more fascinating than Hei Xifeng's sword dance.

Suddenly staggered, Jiang Wuque's foot slipped, and Xiao Yu'er had already rushed out to help him.

After the two stood up, Jiang Wuque took a step back and made another move. Xiao Yu'er suddenly grabbed his hand and said loudly, "Stop practicing!"

Jiang Wuque was slightly taken aback, then recovered, and said to Xiao Yu'er, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, so don't worry."

But Xiao Yu'er grabbed him tightly, his face was as dark as ink that had spilled an inkstone, he stared at Jiang Wuque firmly, then stepped forward suddenly, and whispered a few words into Jiang Wuque's ear.

Jiang Wuque's body, which was standing still, suddenly trembled, and Xiao Yu'er slowly let go of his hand.

"Don't make things difficult for yourself," Xiao Yu'er said with a frown, "It's too late."

Jiang Wuque was still standing still, holding Yingxue's long sword tightly, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and fell forward.

The bright red snow color was covered up.

……

I kept thinking about what Xiao Yu'er said to Jiang Wuque.

I also thought afterwards, if everything I see in this world is not the truth, then what is the truth?

As soon as Xiao Yu'er left, Jiang Wuque seemed to be stupid, shutting himself in the room and not going out.

I blamed that person in my heart, why is he so ruthless, Jiang Wuque is his elder brother, the general just vomited blood and fainted, and he didn't wake up for a moment, so he just left in peace?

I squatted at the base of the wall outside the house, seeing that Jiang Wuque's lunch and evening cakes were all intact, and I began to blame myself again: After hiding for so many days, was it because I couldn't save face, or was I just taking revenge.

I hope that person repents and suffers because of my death, but if he doesn’t, then let him suffer longer and empathize with him.

In the end, of course, there is a possibility that even if I stand in front of Jiang Wuque and tell him that I am alive, he will not be able to relieve him, because the source of his pain has never been me.

Worry is full of knots, and the moonlight is empty.

Today, I saw the second person who came to find Jiang Wuque alone at Xianyun Inn. By the way, the guy who delivered the food was ignored.

The second person was a bit beyond my expectation, it was Jiang Yun.

He knocked on the door and walked in, even Jiang Wuque was taken aback.

There was no light in the room itself, and after Jiang Wuque woke up from a faint, he was lifted up by Xiao Yu'er, and he sat on the bed leaning against the wall all the time, and didn't go anywhere.If it wasn't for Jiang Yun who came, he wouldn't have moved, and he wouldn't have lit a candle immediately.

Jiang Yun's importance to Jiang Wuque has never been inferior to Tie Xinlan.

But at this moment, the lights came on, Jiang Wuque was sitting, Jiang Yun was standing, and the projections of the two fell on the window with the light, blurred and distant.

Jiang Yun didn't exchange greetings or call for anyone, and when he came, his complexion was even worse, even compared with him in the morning, the ink would look like a bright moon.

Talking in a low voice again, I pricked up my ears, only to hear Jiang Yun say: "...When I beg you, give it to me..."

The use of the word "begging" between father and son is so far-fetched.But Jiang Wuque was silent and didn't agree. What was it that Jiang Yun wanted, but Jiang Wuque didn't immediately hold it in front of him without hesitation?

"What's the use of holding it in your hand?!" Jiang Yun's voice gradually became louder, and he could barely hear restraint, "...Where are you keeping it..."

Jiang Wuque still didn't answer, Jiang Yun didn't ask any questions, and turned his head to rummaging through boxes and boxes.

After searching to no avail, he turned around abruptly: "I ask where you hid it?!" Like a robber, he waved his hand and overturned the surrounding tables and cabinets.

Jiang Wuque stood up from the table, took a step closer to Jiang Yun, paused, and asked in a stale voice, "What's your attitude? Who are you talking to?"

"I, ask, you!" Jiang Yun's voice was hoarse, "You are really so cruel, next year's Ching Ming Festival, birthday and death, where do you want her soul to go and shelter—" He grabbed the other person, "Give it to me, Since you don't want it, why don't you want to help others? What is your heart made of? She is dead, and you won't let her go even after death—"

Pa——Jiang Wuque made a move, and slapped Jiang Yun hard without hesitation.

Standing outside the window, I was also taken aback by the slap.Jiang Yun was stupefied by the beating, but Jiang Wuque had no choice but to be good.How could he have thought that one day he would strike at his most precious treasure. He has always felt sorry for Jiang Yun, and he would rather be wronged than pay back all the twists and turns that Jiang Yun suffered when he was young.He always felt that he owed him.

But now...not to mention the loving father and filial piety that Tie Xinlan thought of when she was about to die, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to live in peace in the future.

"Jiang Wuque," Jiang Yun raised his head suddenly, with a stern expression, half a smile, "I, Jiang Yun, am so lucky to have a father like you!" After speaking, he shook his hands and left.

If he didn't leave, his eyes would be blood red, and he would be on the verge of a human and devil. If he started to kill, he might be disowned by his relatives, and Jiang Wuque would be the first to be cut by the sword.

The author has something to say: Boss has been talking about it all day in the office, and he has a headache, so he really can't write. . .

I just found out when I checked the front desk, please allow me to add one more sentence, thank you Fox, the first thunder in my life