[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

Jiang Yun's search was really ruthless. Except for the bed that was not overturned in the mess, the stool Jiang Wuque sat on before, and the round table in front of him were the only three things that survived.

After the man left, he appeared dead silent.

Jiang Wuque knelt on the ground, stretching out his hands to straighten the mess little by little, with a blank expression.

He hadn't recovered from his low mood all day, and it was even worse at this time, his eyebrows were half down, and he was staring blankly at his hands in a daze.

When he got up to help the half-fallen bookshelf, he stepped on something and lowered his head.

It was the iron sword brought into the room by Xiao Yu'er in the morning. Jiang Wuque bent over and took the long sword in its scabbard in his hand.

He stared at the sword quietly for a while, then reached out to draw it.

The light of the sword blade can tell people, the candlelight on the round table is warm, and the long sword comes out of the sheath with a "swipe", Jiang Wuque throws away the scabbard, instead holds the long sword horizontally and holds it in front of him.

The luster on the sword reflected his eyes, grasping the edge of the sword with two fingers as if wiping the sword, sliding from the blade to the tip...

He stared blankly at the sword for a long time, and suddenly he grasped it with five fingers and grasped it tightly——At this moment, his eyes were still blank, as if he didn't care about the pain, and the expression on his face was even more indifferent, with blood dripping between his fingers. It overflowed in an instant, and the drops merged into threads, staining his hands.

He was staring at his hands in a daze, the joints on his hands were pale and tight, but he still wanted to exert force, my heart suddenly rushed to my chest, and just as I was about to break in, he let go of his hands and stood up.

He didn't care to look at the bloody hand that didn't know whether it was a tendon injury or a broken vein, and he held a sword in the other and was about to walk straight towards the door.

I made a decision in the shortest time, but I felt that the moment of thinking was extremely long. I thought of many possibilities, what would be the result of meeting him.

The result was that I was timid and quickly hid in the darkness.

The door was quickly opened from the inside, and Jiang Wuque stepped out of the light holding the sword.He stayed on the bed all day, his long hair was already scattered from his shoulders, and his coat was draped casually when Jiang Yun came, and the belts were messy, making him even more confused under the moonlight.

He went out and turned the direction, without missing a single step, and came straight to an open space behind the house.

There was a snowstone in the middle of the clearing, and he found the spot, and dug it up with the iron sword that was not going well.

The pit wasn't that deep, but the sword was thin and tough, so naturally it wouldn't be of much use.Jiang Wuque dropped his sword halfway through digging, and used both hands. After a while, his movements slowed down.

He leaned forward and took out an object from the dirt.

The moonlight was too dim, and he couldn't see the object clearly when he held it in his hand, but what was exposed between his fingers was a flash of brilliant light.

I didn't have time to think about it, but Jiang Wuque burst out laughing in the darkness of the night.

Hearing that laughter made my heart skip a beat, I looked over, but couldn't see clearly, I only knew that he was bent over, holding something in his hand tightly against his heart, laughing loudly.

I couldn't bear it anymore, the wound on my shoulder that should have scabbed was throbbing with pain, and the strange internal injuries and corpse poison seemed to happen at the same time as agreed.I buried my body in the darkness, and tightly covered my mouth with one hand, trying to block the uncontrollable retching in my throat.

I should have thought through a lot of things that night, and amidst the man's wild laughter, I had something to think about, but I didn't dare to think about it.

……

As expected on the second day, except for Jiang Yun, Xiao Yu'er brought everyone to Xianyun Inn.

Jiang Wuque didn't sleep all night. When he returned to his room later, he made the bedroom as if Jiang Yun had never appeared before.

Xiao Yuer came to persuade him.Jiang Yun's return last night was probably due to a serious illness. No one would question Jiang Yun's mistakes in the matter of setting up the tomb, but only felt that Jiang Wuque was unreasonable.

As for the news that Xiao Yu'er brought yesterday morning, I don't think there is any need to guess. They haven't set up a grave for me as a dead person for a long time. They probably hope to get my body back from the hand of the palace master as soon as possible. Give each other an explanation.

Who would have imagined that what Xiao Yu'er received from the Hall Master might be the exact four words: chopped up and fed to the dogs.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yun couldn't bear it. Sometimes it is more important for a person to go to the earth after death than to return safely before death. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as a grand burial.

But Jiang Yun returned empty-handed, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Before Xiao Yu'er led the crowd to show up today, Jiang Wuque had actually sat at the round table with his heart burnt out for a long time.

Xiao Yu'er clarified his purpose, and before he formally used his eloquent tongue, Jiang Wuque put a hand under the table, and put it on the table in anticipation of everyone.

The palm spread out, revealing the bright golden object inside.

Phoenix Luan Nobile.

I tried my best to recall that the last time I saw it...was when I packed up the jewelry, put on the wedding dress, and was about to step out of the bedroom to marry Jiang Yun.

On the day Anqing got married, I didn't bring the gold hairpin with me, but put it in a dressing box on purpose.Even though it was a family heirloom that Tie Xinlan gave me, who knows the deep meaning of the word Fengluan to me.I can't bring it to get married, I'm afraid I can't help rushing out and throwing the hairpin in Jiang Wuque's face during the church visit, asking him what is the meaning of everything he said in the past!

Later, the marriage took a turn for the worse.

My father appeared, and I injured myself with a hidden weapon. After being unconscious, I was detained by Su Ying in Ningfang, and I completely forgot the whereabouts of the golden hairpin.Unexpectedly, it returned to Jiang Wuque's hands in the end.

This hairpin is a fake. Once upon a time, I hoped so much that it was real, but today I don't think it matters much.

Jiang Wuque handed over the last thing related to me, and the visitors turned around one by one. No one saw how the man's other hand was placed under the table, how it was hurt.

I stared at him, he stared blankly at the palm of his hand after the person left, for a long time, a crack appeared on his expressionless face.

I made up my mind almost at the same time, whether he wants it or not, in the last few days when I can spend time with him behind the wall, I must write down the Shenshen Jue silently to him.No matter what he is, he should not be the one to be pitied. Even if he has nothing, at least he has the proud martial arts to protect himself and protect his family.

……

No matter what thoughts everyone had about setting up Sun Yingyu's grave, it was eventually revealed.

I have no time to understand what Jiang Yun is, I can only look at Jiang Wuque.

Jiang Wuque seemed to have completely collapsed in one day, regardless of his mind and body.On the day of the burial, Jiang Xia came to invite him, but he didn't go.

He only goes out to sweep snow for Tie Xinlan every day, and when he returns to his room, he lays down on the bed with his clothes on, without moving.The food was delivered by the clerk, and it was still intact when it was taken away.

If this continues, even if he is as strong as an ox, he will be exhausted day by day.I wanted to come out and meet him, but felt that this step was so difficult.

Even the irrelevant fellows felt bad for him, and often sighed at him and asked him, "What can I do?"

Most of the time he wouldn't answer, and sometimes he would open his mouth and say: "That's fine..."

Every day when he went to Tie Xinlan's grave to worship, he always had the same expression, the same expression lying on the bed, and the same expression when awakened by the nightmare, opening and closing eyes, it seemed that there was no way to change.

That night, I saw him having a nightmare again, halfway through his sleep, he suddenly sat up from the bed, but his eyes were closed, and his chest heaved up and down.

Those eyes have not been opened for a long time.

His usual routine was to lie back down, and the next day would come again in a daze.But today he opened his eyes, got out of bed, only had a coat on his body, but pushed the door and walked out.

All the way to the edge of the cliff, cedar, new grave, he never gets tired of this place.

I stared blankly at him, but he stared blankly at the stele.

The moonlight was sparse, and soon it began to snow.The two of them are also stupid enough, they would rather suffer from the cold in the snowy weather than leave first.

When he didn't notice, he smiled coolly at the tombstone.I thought I was wrong, so I rubbed my eyes violently, but the smile disappeared again.

Together with the snow that fell on my eyelashes, it melted away and there was nothing left.

So far, I have only written three lines of the soul-sacrificing formula for Jiang Wuque, but I want to give it to him now, so that I can see him and speak to him.

I couldn't help but took a step forward, and saw the man brushing his hand on the stele, and slowly walked around in front of the stele.

Behind the stele, there is an abyss.

He stepped on the boundary of the abyss, with his sleeves facing the wind, encouraging shocks.

The figure under the snow also seemed unreal, one step in the air could transform into a flying fairy.

My heart had already jumped to my throat, and my eyes were so nervous that my eyes turned black, but he didn't notice it, and stared blankly at the darkness in the sinking abyss, neither stepping forward nor retreating.

I hold my breath.

Suddenly the figure moved——

I rushed out without thinking, and hugged him tightly from behind. His body was so cold, but it shivered fiercely in my arms.

His back was pressed against me, still not moving, it was as tense as a plucked string, breaking a thread.

I tightened my hands, the man's shoulders were extremely thin, and wherever the hands touched, only hard bones remained.

He finally turned around, and I didn't even know what to say to him in the first sentence, but he rushed past me.

Jiang Wuque's body was cold and bitter, "I know you will come back," he whispered in my ear, "I know you won't be reconciled..."

I took a step back and shoved him away sharply.But his wrist was firmly held by him. He smiled, as if he was afraid that I would get away, raised his eyes, and called out: "Yu Yu..."

The light snow didn't fall, but the moonlight became clear, and it fell quietly to the ground, falling on his face, I stretched out my hand involuntarily.

This face is haggard and sunken, so pale, the smile seems to be absent, but the eyes are looking straight at me.

"I can't get your bones back," he said, "I wanted to bury you with the gold hairpin, I know you like that hairpin..."

My fingers trembled, and there was darkness in his eyes, covering the clearness... "Go back." He held me, looked back at me who was not moving, and said with a smile, "Yu Yu..."