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Xiao XingChen said, "Afterwards, it was really just a few kicks and hits?"
Xue Yang said, "Guess what? Isn't your story going on?"
Xiao XingChen said, "No matter what happened later, since you can be considered safe now, you don't need to dwell too much on the past."
Xue Yang said, "I'm not depressed about the past. It's just that that little blind man stole my candy every day and ate them all. It reminded me of the time when I couldn't eat it before."
A-Qing kicked the coffin hard, protesting that she didn't eat much at all. Xiao Xingchen seemed to smile and said, "Let's all rest."
He went out for night hunting alone. Xue Yang didn't follow him out tonight, so A-Qing lay still in the coffin, but she couldn't sleep with her eyes open.
When the sky was light, Xiao Xingchen entered the door quietly.
As he passed the coffin, he put his hand in. A-Qing closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She didn't open her eyes until he left. saw a small candy next to the rice rough pillow.
She stuck her head out and looked into the dormitory. Xue Yang sat at the table, wondering what he was thinking.
A candy lay quietly on the edge of the table.
After the night of the fireside chat, Xiao Xingchen would give the two of them a piece of candy to eat every day. A-Qing and Xue Yang also maintained a delicate peace.
On this day, A-Qing pretended to be blind on the street again. She has played this game all her life and never tires of it. I was walking around knocking on the bamboo pole, when suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Little girl, if you can't see, don't walk so fast."
It was a young man's voice that sounded a little cold. When A-Qing turned her head, she saw a tall, black-clothed Taoist man standing a few feet behind her, with a long sword on his back, a whisk in his arms, his robe fluttering, and he was standing in a very upright posture, quite arrogant and aloof. gas.
This face was exactly Song Lan.
A-Qing tilted her head, Song Lan had already walked over, Fuchen put on her shoulders, led her aside, and said, "There are few people on the road."
Wei WuXian thought to himself, "It really deserves to be Xiao Xingchen's good friend. The so-called good friend must be two people who are close to each other." A-Qing smiled and said, "A-Qing, thank you, Daoist Master!"
Song Lan retracted the whisk, put it in his arms again, glanced at her, and said, "Don't play crazy, this place is full of anger, don't linger outside after sunset."
A-Qing said, "Okay!"
Song Lan nodded, continued walking forward, stopped a pedestrian, and said, "Please stay. Excuse me, has anyone seen a blind Taoist with a sword in the vicinity?"
A-Qing immediately turned her head and listened carefully. The pedestrian said: "I don't know very well. Daoist, you can't find someone in front of you to ask."
Song Lan said, "Thank you!"
A-Qing knocked on the bamboo pole and walked over, "This Taoist priest, what are you doing with that Taoist priest?"
Song Lan turned around suddenly: "Have you seen this person?"
A-Qing said, "I think I've seen it before, but I don't think I've seen it before."
Song Lan said, "How can we meet?"
A-Qing said, "You answer a few questions for me. Maybe I've met. Are you a friend of the Taoist priest?"
Song Lan was stunned, and after a while, he said, "...Yes."
Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "Why did he hesitate?"
A-Qing also felt that his answer was reluctant, and he was suspicious, and said, "Do you really know him? How tall is that Taoist priest? Is he beautiful or ugly? What kind of sword is he?"
Song Lan immediately said, "The stature is similar to mine, and the appearance is very good. The sword is carved with frost."
Seeing that his answer was correct and he didn't look like a bad person, A-Qing said, "I know where he is, Daoist, please come with me!"
Song Lan should have been running around looking for friends for many years at this time, but has been disappointed countless times. At this time, he finally got the news, and the hand holding the whisk was shaking so that even A-Qing could see clearly. He tried his best to maintain his composure and said, "...there is... there is work..."
A-Qing led him to the vicinity of Yizhuang, but Song Lan stayed there far away. A-Qing said, "What's the matter? Why didn't you go?"
For some reason, Song Lan's face was extremely pale, as if she really wanted to go in, but she didn't dare. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Could it be that the neighbors are timid?"
He was about to go in with great difficulty, but he didn't know that a leisurely figure was one step ahead of him and entered the gate of Yizhuang.
Seeing that figure clearly, Song Lan's face turned from pale to ashen in an instant!
There was a burst of laughter in Yizhuang, and A-Qing hummed, "I hate it, he's back."
Song Lan said, "Who is he? Why is he here?"
A-Qing hummed and said, "A bad guy. He doesn't say his name, who knows who he is? He was rescued by the Taoist priest. He haunts the Taoist priest all day long, I hate it to death!"
Song Lan's face was full of anger and anger, astonished. After a while, he said, "Don't make a sound!"
The two walked silently outside the Yizhuang, one stood by the window and the other crouched under the window. Just listening to Yizhuang, Xiao XingChen said, "Who's turn today?"
Xue Yang said, "How about we don't take turns in the future? Another way."
Xiao XingChen said, "When it's your turn, you have something to say. What's the alternative?"
Xue Yang said: "There are two twigs here. If you get the long one, you won't go, and if you get the short one, you will go. How about it?"
After a moment of silence, Xue Yang haha said: "Your shortness, I won, you go!"
Xiao Xingchen said helplessly, "Okay, I'll go."
He seemed to stand up and walk towards the door. Wei WuXian thought, "Very good, come out quickly, as soon as he comes out, Song Lan will pull him and run!"
Who knows, before taking a few steps, Xue Yang said, "Come back. I'll go."
Xiao XingChen said, "Why are you willing to go again?"
Xue Yang also got up and said, "Are you stupid? I lied to you just now. The one I drew was the short one, but I had already hidden the other longest twig, no matter where you drew it. One, I can come up with a longer one. Bullying you can't see it."
After making fun of Xiao Xingchen, he took a basket and walked out the door in a leisurely manner. A-Qing raised her head and looked at Song Lan who was trembling all over, as if she didn't understand why he was so angry. Song Lan motioned for her to keep silent, and the two walked away silently. Then he began to ask A-Qing, "This person, Xing... When did the Taoist priest save him?"
Hearing his solemn tone, A-Qing understood that it was no trivial matter, and said, "It's been a long time since I've been saved, it's been almost a few years."
Song Lan said, "He never knew who this person was?"
A-Qing said, "I don't know."
Song Lan said, "What did he do next to the Taoist priest?"
A-Qing said, "Be a liar, bully me and scare me. Also, go hunting at night with the Taoist priest."
Song Lan's eyebrows twitched, and she also felt that Xue Yang would not be so kind: "What is the night hunt? Do you know?"
A-Qing didn't dare to be careless and said, "There used to be a period of time when I used to hunt walking corpses, but now it's gone. The hunters are all ghosts and animals."
Song Lan cross-examined carefully, and always seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He said, "Does the Taoist have a good relationship with him?"
Although A-Qing was reluctant to admit it, she still said, "I don't think the Taoist priest is very happy alone... It's hard to have a companion... So, it seems that he likes to listen to that bad guy's one-liners..."
Song Lan's face was covered with yīn clouds, both angry and unbearable. There is only one message, clearly:
Xiao Xingchen must never know about this!
He said, "Don't tell him superfluous things."
After saying that, he chased in the direction where Xue Yang left with a sullen face. A-Qing said, "Master, are you going to beat that bad thing?"
Song Lan had chased him far away. Wei WuXian thought, "It's not just about fighting, he's about to kill Xue Yang!"
Xue Yang went out with a vegetable basket. A-Qing knew which way he would go to buy vegetables, so he took a short cut and passed through a forest, galloping all the way like the wind, his chest pounding wildly. After chasing him for a while, he saw Xue Yang's figure in front of him. He held a basket with one hand, which was stuffed with vegetables, radishes, steamed buns, etc., and yawned lazily as he walked, as if he had come back from grocery shopping.
A-Qing used to hide and eavesdrop, sneaking in the bushes beside the woods and following him. Suddenly, Song Lan's cold voice came from the front: "Xue Yang."
It was as if someone had thrown a basin of cold water on his face, or woken up by a slap in the face from his sleep, Xue Yang's face instantly became extremely ugly.
Song Lan turned out from behind a tree, the long sword had been drawn out, held in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground.
Xue Yang pretended to be surprised: "Aiya, isn't this Daoist Song? A rare visitor. Come to eat?"
Song Lan stabbed with his sword, Xue Yang's sleeve shook out to reduce disaster, blocked a blow, took a few steps back, placed the vegetable basket beside a tree, and said, "Stinky Taoist priest, I came here to buy some food with all my heart, you Damn it to spoil the scenery!"
Song Lan's swordsmanship was better than Xue Yang's, and with a frenzy of rage, beckoning his life, he shouted in a low voice, "Tell me! What the hell are you doing! What the hell do you want to be close to Xiao Xingchen for so long!"
Xue Yang said with a smile, "I said why Daochang Song kept a hand, so I wanted to ask this."
Song Lan shouted angrily, "Tell me! A scum like you, would you be so kind to help him hunt at night?!"
Sword Qi swooped across his face, and a wound was drawn on Xue Yang's face. He was not surprised, and said, "Daoist Song knows me so well!"
One of the two is an authentic way of Taoism, and the other is a wild way of killing and arson. Song Lan's swordsmanship is obviously better than Xue Yang's, and he pierced Xue Yang's arm with a sword: "Speak!"
If it weren't for the fact that it was really disturbing, I had to ask clearly, I'm afraid that what he stabbed with this sword was not the arm, but the neck. Xue Yang hit the sword and said without changing his face, "Do you really want to listen? I'm afraid you'll go crazy. It's best not to know about some things."
Song Lan said coldly, "Xue Yang, my patience with you is limited!"
With a "dang" sound, Xue Yang parried the sword that stabbed in his eyes, and said, "Okay, this is what you have to listen to. You know, your good fellow Daoist, you know well, you're gone. What? He killed a lot of walking corpses. Slaying demons and eliminating demons without asking for anything in return is so touching. Although he had his eyes gouged out to you, he became blind, but luckily Shuanghua would automatically guide the corpse for him. More The wonderful thing is, I found that as long as the tongues of those infected with corpse poison are cut off so that they cannot speak, Shuanghua can't tell the difference between a living corpse and a walking corpse, so..."
He explained it in great detail, and Song Lan trembled from hand to sword: "You bastard... a bastard that's not as good as a bird..."
Xue Yang said: "Song Daochang, sometimes I think it's a big disadvantage for educated people like you to scold people, because it's just those few words that are repeated over and over again, nothing new or lethal. I didn't need these two words when I was seven years old. A curse word."
Song Lan was so furious that he stabbed him in the throat with another sword: "You lied to his blindness, you lied to him so hard!"
This sword was fast and ruthless, and Xue Yang was able to avoid it, but he was still pierced through his shoulder blade. As if he didn't feel it, he didn't frown, and said, "He is blind? Song Daochang, don't you forget that he is blind because he dug out his eyes for whom?"
Hearing this, Song Lan's expression and movements froze.
Xue Yang added: "What position do you use to condemn me? Friend? Are you too embarrassed to say that you are Xiao Xingchen's friend? Hahahahaha, Daoist Master Song, do I need to remind you that after I slaughtered your Taoist temple, What did you say to Xiao Xingchen? He was worried that you were going to help you, so what kind of god was you facing him at that time?"
Song Lan was in a state of confusion and said, "I! I was..."
Xue Yang blocked his words back: "You were in anger at the time? You were sad? You were worried that there was nowhere to spread fire? So you took anger? To be fair, it was indeed because of him that I killed you. It's excusable, and it's right in my arms."
Sentences hit the nail on the head!
Xue Yang's sword attack became more and more calm, and he became more and more cunning. He had already gained the upper hand, but Song Lan didn't even notice it. Xue Yang clenched his hands and mouth, and said, "Alas! You clearly said 'I don't need to see you again from now on', why are you running here now? Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, don't you think so?"
Hearing this, Song Lan was startled. This kind of low-level deceit can also be fooled. It can only be said that at this time, Xue Yang has completely disrupted his mind and pace. How could Xue Yang miss such a wonderful opportunity?
Song Lan had never seen this kind of refined corpse poison powder. After spraying it, he inhaled several mouthfuls. He immediately knew that it was bad, and he coughed again and again. And Xue Yang's disaster had been waiting for a long time, and the cold light from the tip of the sword flashed into his mouth!
In an instant, Wei Wuxian's eyes were dark. It was A-Qing who closed his eyes in fright.
But he understood that Song Lan's tongue was cut off by the disaster at this time.
The sound was horrible.
A-Qing's eyes were hot, but she gritted her teeth tightly, without making a sound, she opened her eyes tremblingly. Song Lan supported his body with his sword, and covered his mouth with his other hand, blood pouring out of his fingers.
Sudden by Xue Yang's conspiracy, and his tongue was cut off, Song Lan was in such pain that he could barely walk. However, he still pulled out his sword from the ground and staggered towards Xue Yang. Xue Yang dodged with ease, with a wicked smile on his face.
The next moment, Wei Wuxian knew why he showed such a smile.
Shuanghua's silver light pierced through Song Lan's chest and emerged from his back.
Song Lan lowered his head and looked at the sword's edge that had passed through his heart. Then he slowly raised his head and saw Xiao Xingchen holding the sword with a calm expression on his face.
Xiao Xingchen didn't notice it, and said, "Are you there?"
Song Lan moved his lips silently.
Xue Yang smiled and said, "I'm here. Why are you here?"
Xiao XingChen took out Shuanghua, put his sword back in its sheath, and said, "Shuanghua is different, I'll follow the directions and take a look." He wondered, "I haven't seen a walking corpse around here for a long time. I'm still alone. One. From somewhere else?"
Song Lan slowly knelt down in front of Xiao Xingchen.
Xue Yang looked down at him and said, "That's right. It's so fierce."
At this time, as long as Song Lan handed his sword to Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen would know who he was. Knowing his friend's sword, he knew it by touching it.
However, Song Lan could no longer do this. Hand the sword to Xiao Xingchen and tell him who he killed with his own hands?
Xue Yang had calculated this accurately, so he had no fear. He said, "Come on, go back and cook. I'm hungry."
Xiao XingChen said, "Have you bought the vegetables?"
Xue Yang said: "I've bought it. It's really bad luck to encounter such a thing on the way back."
Xiao Xingchen took a step ahead, Xue Yang patted the wounds on his shoulders and arms, raised the basket again, passed Song Lan, smiled slightly, lowered his head, and said to him, "It's not your fault."
After Xue Yang walked far, far away, and probably had returned to Yizhuang with Xiao Xingchen, A-Qing stood up from behind the bushes.
She squatted for too long, her legs were numb, she limped with a bamboo stick, tremblingly walked to Song Lan's stiff corpse that couldn't stand on her knees.