"You and I... have been renounced." He said bitterly, "Why do you still come?"

Chapter VII

Ruo Shui's blood dripped on Xiao Mo Nian's face, and she laughed at this scene: "How can there be a couple who don't quarrel." The soldiers behind him kept chasing. At the moment, she only had one question to ask Xiao Mo Nian, "Why did you want to become a monk in the beginning?"

Xiao Moinian smiled bitterly: "I can dream of the future, and I have already foreseen today's scene... I thought it was me who caused you to come this far."

Ruo Shui suddenly realized: "So it is, so it is, you avoided the world and became a monk, and you poisoned me so that I would leave you." She laughed, her gān eyes burst into tears, "You wanted to protect me, but you took us away with your own hands. Pushed to such a situation! Xiao Mo Nian, you are so stupid!"

Xiao Moinian's voice was hoarse: "You are not smart either."

A sharp arrow slid past Ruo Shui's ear, her eyes narrowed, and she reined in her horse and ran into a dense jungle. With a heartless heart, she pushed Xiao Moinian, who could not move his hands and feet, off his horse and threw him in the dense thickets.

Xiao Moinian looked up at her, only the silhouette of Ruoshui was cast in the dazzling sunlight, and he couldn't even see her face clearly. In his heart trembling, he heard Ruoshui's warm smile: "Xiao Moinian, when it gets late, I will come to pick you up and go home." As if this was just an ordinary parting, she would still come to find him and meet him. He walked hand in hand on the trail under the setting sun. Step by step to where the door is.

Xiao Moinian wanted to call her, but his voice was choked in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

Ruo Shui waved the whip in his hand, drank the horse and went away.

After two months of support, Xiao Mo Nian was able to stand up again.

After that day, he has not heard from Ruo Shui until now. Xiao Moinian was discovered by hunters who went up the mountain, and he was taken care of by the hunters and took care of himself. He said goodbye to his benefactor and returned to Nanyang. Only then did he know that Ruo Shui was actually captured by Shangguan Qihua that day. They took her back to the Central Plains and made an appointment to invite all the people of the world to reward the demons.

Xiao Mo Nian counted the time and found that it was only three days.

He desperately rushed to the Central Plains regardless of the pain in his legs and feet. He knew that now he was just a crippled person, and he would not be able to save him or stop the general trend, but he had to go, and he had to go without any reason.

In April, when the fragrance disappeared, Xiao Mo Nian finally arrived at the last place of Ruo Shui's life, but he finally arrived late, and only had time to glance at the martial arts alliance leader on the high platform. It preaches the victory of justice in the Central Plains martial arts. Her blood should still be warm, dripping on the ground,

Like the tears she had fallen on his face before, the pain was suffocating before she could touch it...

The martial arts people around him cheered and laughed, only he stared at Ruo Shui, as if all his senses had disappeared.

The beauty is gone, the wife is no longer, he has tried everything, and tried his best to protect the person who closed his eyes at this time, leaving only a pale face of serenity. Xiao Moinian felt that Ruo Shui must be very tired, that's why there is such a god.

Xiao Moinian looked up at the sky, his eyes were sore from the dazzling eyes, but he didn't shed a single tear, looking at the scorching sun, he thought, when the sun sets and the crowd dissipates, he will go Get Ruo Shui back, and carry her behind her back...

go home.

end

There are irregular bluestone steps in the deep mountains, and the white ghost walks up step by step. With every step she takes, she seems to see a man stooping forward, digging out the thousand-step ladder. At the end of the long steps, a lonely temple stands alone. The white-haired old man is cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Hearing the silver bell following the white ghost's footsteps, the old man raised his head and looked at her quietly.

"Donor, burn incense?"

Years are like knives, and countless wrinkles have been carved on the old monk's handsome face. The white ghost said nothing and walked slowly into the temple. In the courtyard, two graves stood side by side under the tall plane trees. The words "Dead Wife Ruo Shui" are not yet engraved on the other side. The dead leaves of the sycamore fall on the grave, adding only two points of desolation.

The old monk followed the gaze of the white ghost, pulled his gān astringent lips and smiled: "One is my wife's tomb, and the other is my own."

The white ghost turned to look at him, and the old monk narrowed his eyes slightly at the tombstone, as if remembering a very good past: "She wants me to accompany her every day and watch the sunrise and sunset together, but I didn't do it before, and I still haven't done it before. It’s good that these decades can slowly make up for it.”

The white ghost asked softly, "Is it compensated?"

The old monk was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly: "The deceased has passed away, no matter how much I do, it's just for the sake of getting her forgiveness on Huáng Spring Road."

The white ghost touched the pen in his sleeve and asked, "Do you regret it?"

The wild bird in the mountain flew up to the tomb, chattering loudly, the old monk listened for a while, and then continued to sweep his own land: "Little girl, this life is so long, how can there be something you don't regret, the old monk regrets his whole life, sorry Because I am only a mortal, how can a mortal have a perfect life." The rustling sound of sweeping the floor complemented his old and hoarse voice, "The cause and effect are all created by myself, even if it is painful, I should suffer. ."

The white ghost looked at the monk quietly for a while, and finally let go of the pen in his sleeve: "Your wife must be waiting for you."

The old monk smiled: "Girl, do you want to burn incense?"

"No, I don't believe in Buddhism."

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Chapter One

The wind and snow were like sand on the mountain, and the wind howled, tearing her eardrums sharply, just like the dream that A-Lin often had.

In the dream, she was trudging through the snow with difficulty, with unbearable pain on her back and a strong smell of blood in her mouth. The reality seemed to overlap with the old dream, and her heavy breathing turned into white mist in the air, which Alin thought was a little funny. There are still some places that are not the same, she thought, in her dream, her heart was extremely desolate, and now, at least she still has strong expectations - to snatch the Slaughter Blade.

Only by grabbing the Slaying Blade, Master can break the Huashan faction's formation and bring back the woman he loves.

Master... Thinking of that person, Alin felt a tingle in her heart. She was picked up by her master when she was twelve years old. The two went through eight years together, and finally, her master was no longer her master. Now...he felt sour, Alin swallowed the cold wind, regained his spirits, and continued to climb the mountain, suppressing all those rebellious emotions.

All of a sudden, Alin slammed into the snow, and the overwhelming cold almost pierced into her bones.

She struggled to get up, but the snow trembled violently. She was shocked. Before she could say the word "bad", she saw a roar on the top of the mountain, and the snow rolled down, like a sea làng rushing towards her. Alin's feet were stuck in the deep snow, and it was too late to run. She watched helplessly as the overwhelming paleness buried her.

The world is dark.

The wind and snow whistled in her ears again, and a harsh whip sound seemed to tear her eardrums, followed by a bone-piercing pain on her back, until she was numb.

"Get up!" Someone yelled in her ear, extremely rude. She was cold all over, her legs and feet were numb, she looked up with difficulty, and saw a man who looked like an officer and soldier waving a whip in front of her eyes.

Behind him, a middle-aged man and woman, wearing prison uniforms, were crying to stop her. The whips of the officers and soldiers hit her again and again. She wanted to hide, but she couldn't move. This kind of feeling... Maybe it's about to die.

An inexplicable fear suddenly surged from the bottom of Alin's heart, and it was so real that it made her tremble.

"stop."

A clear voice was passing by, not loud, but it covered all the noise. She turned her eyes tremblingly, and saw a thin silhouette in the backlit projection on the horizon. She didn't know what the officers and soldiers were talking about, she only heard the silhouette open her mouth, with an irrefutable calm:

"I can save her life."

Alin almost burst into tears at this moment, who are you, why did you save me, and why did the voice make me so familiar...

"A-Lin, on Cangzhu Mountain, where the fragrant flowers bloom, you can find the Slaughter Blade, can you help me get it back?" The master's face suddenly came into his mind. Alin suddenly sobered up, that was the master... Yes, the only person who could make her feel so familiar was the master!

Slaughtering Blade, she hasn't retrieved the Slaughtering Blade...

She opened her eyes sharply,

The light was bright, stinging her eyes, and the pain of the torn chest reminded her that everything just now was just a dream after her coma.

"you're awake?"

Unexpectedly, there was someone next to him. A-Lin was shocked. He ignored the pain in his chest. He immediately squatted up, held down the hilt of his sword, and stared at the man sitting in the shadow. This place seemed to be a mountain, and the man's voice echoed for a while before slowly disappearing.

"Oh, don't be nervous." His voice was warm and calm, with a hint of comfort in his slowness. He moved slowly, to a place outside where the sun could shine.

Alin narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the man in blue in front of him. He looks like Qingjun and looks like a scholar, but this person is sitting in a wooden wheelchair, a waste... Years of life in the rivers and lakes have made Alin not trust anyone who seems to be harmless. She still maintains her guard, and her voice is hoarse. Tension: "Who are you? Where is this?"

The man smiled and stared at her for a long time: "Xiarongyu, this is my home."

A-Lin glanced around. One acre of land was two feet high. Water droplets were dripping down on the gray cliff. There was only a thirty-foot-long gap above his head that let in sunlight. According to this place, it is estimated that after a long time, the position of the sun will change, and even this place will not be able to receive sunlight. A man with a crippled leg lives alone in such a place? Alin sneered: "It's really a family."

In the face of harsh sarcasm, Rong Yu was not angry, but still smiled with a good temper.

Alin frowned, inexplicably felt that his smile was strangely familiar. She shook off the strange feeling in her heart and asked, "Why am I here?"

Rong Yu pointed to the fèng gap above his head that penetrated into the sun: "Xue Beng, you were pushed down by the snow, fell dizzy, and slept for two days."

A Lin's expression changed, two days... If he couldn't find the Slaughter Blade, Master should be worried. Immediately, she got up and climbed to the side of the rock wall. Rong Yu was stunned. She pushed her wheelchair and followed him for a distance, and called out, "You have a cold in your lungs, and your muscles and bones are strained. You'd better rest for a few days."

Alin ignored him, Rong Yu was silent for a while and then said: "If you want to leave, I will not stop you, but the fragrant flowers above are blooming, ordinary people will feel dizzy and hot when they smell it, and red bumps will appear in a few days. Be careful."

After a pause in the climbing steps, Alin jumped back and jumped straight in front of Rong Yu, staring at him and asking, "Did you just say fragrant flowers?"

Rong Yu nodded: "It's above dòngxué."

"Then do you know where the killing blade is?"

"Well, I remember." He paused for a while, as if he was really thinking about it. Seeing that A-Lin was about to look through him, he tolerated and held back his laughter, "I can't remember what happened a long time ago. clear..."

Alin pulled the sword out of the scabbard directly, the blade reflected the white light on Rong Yu's neck, it was frighteningly cold, but her face was colder than the blade: "Can you let me help you recall your memories?"

As if he didn't feel the killing intent on his neck, Rong Yu

He actually laughed: "I can't make a joke at all. The Slaughter Blade is here, if you want it, you can exchange it with me for something as important as the Slaughter Blade."