Chapter 13 Part Two

Lingxi River beside Shensha Valley. Ferns and shrubs grow luxuriantly in the waterside areas common in the hot and humid areas of southern Xinjiang, and irises and water lilies bloom lonely on the streamside.The roots and vines of the banyan tree fluttered in the wind, gently making a series of ripples on the water.The turquoise water is crystal clear, and the silver fish swims lightly to and fro, occasionally jumping out of the water to eat small insects flying around. There is a row of large and small white stone piers in the stream, scattered on the water like pearls. The so-called Xanadu is nothing more than that, right?

Every time, when sitting quietly and opening his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him, the thirteen-year-old boy couldn't help smiling, thinking.The petals of vines fell quietly on the hem of his white robe, and there was always a calm and gentle smile on his handsome face. There are blooming lives everywhere here, growing lushly and noisyly, so that he can feel the rhythm of all things with his heart.The master said that it is precisely because he has a benevolent and peaceful character that he has the qualifications to see the way of heaven. However, that day, he did not go to sit by the stream.Following his master's order, he left the mountain gate to meet a friend of his master who was not far away—it is said that the expert who had acquainted with his master twenty years ago was called a blood demon.

Blood Demon, Xue Gu, and his master Baidi have always been called the three legendary figures of the land flying fairy level by people in the Jianghu. Snow Valley has always kept a low profile, there are few rumors in the arena, and it is said that even his disciples do not walk in the arena.And the blood demon has always been regarded as evil and has been repeatedly attacked by the righteous. Three years ago, after his wife died in a bloody battle at the foot of Kuocang Mountain, the blood demon who broke out with his daughter changed his character even more, and became mad at killing. . The master said that the evil star has entered the blood demon's constellation, and the orbit of the stars has shifted.If this continues, even if there is no external reason, the Blood Demon will sooner or later become obsessed due to mental disorder.

As an old friend, although he has retired to southern Xinjiang, he still can't bear to see death.Inviting the Gorefiend to Shensha Valley this time was the last effort he wanted to make. The young man stood by the stream, holding the jade ganoderma lucidum as a token in his hand, waiting for his master's old friend. The agreed time has passed, but the Gorefiend did not appear. However, the boy has been waiting, quietly, with a calm smile.His practice has already given him a concentration different from that of his peers.Time passed slowly. At this time, he saw the child. The girl who was only eight or nine years old came to the other side of the stream with a dagger in her arms, squatted by the water, picked up the stream water with her small snow-white hands, and began to slowly scrub the peerless sword.

There is a faint blood color, which gradually spreads from the blade and flows into the water. "Xuewei Sword!" Seeing the crimson sword, the young man's calm expression also changed, and he blurted out—isn't that the sword of the guest that the master asked him to wait for?The master said that the person with the crimson sword is the blood demon Shu Xuewei. Hearing his voice from the other side, the child raised his head and glanced this way.She had a very beautiful face, but her eyes were indifferent and wary, completely different from her actual age. When she saw the boy, she subconsciously picked up Xuewei from the water, pointed the tip of her sword at him, and asked Qing Lingling: " Who are you?"

Under the sun, the eight or nine-year-old child's face was abnormally pale, and there were indescribable things in his bright eyes: sadness, indifference, guard...and murderous intent. If an ordinary person saw her suddenly in the depths of the dense forest, he would definitely think that he had encountered the legendary mandrill elf. However, the teenager could sense that there was no demon in this child—only deep, intense sadness and disappointment.At this age, it was supposed to be a time for innocently acting like a spoiled child beside his parents. However, this child was holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, and walked alone through the forest to the stream to wash the sword.

When she spoke, there was a cold chill in the air, and even the vibrant singing of birds and insects in the grass beside the stream suddenly stopped. At that moment, the boy's eyes spread an invisible red. He suddenly had a strange premonition in his heart—a vague intuition, approaching from afar. "Who are you?" At the moment when he was in a trance, the girl asked again in an even more distrustful tone. "I, my name is Qing Lan," the young man came back to his senses, secretly wondering about his lack of focus just now.Looking at the sword in the girl's hand, he estimated her age. He quickly understood, smiled, and replied, "I am the eldest disciple of Baidi's sect in Shensha Valley. I am here to welcome Senior Shu today by order of my master—" —Little girl, are you Senior Shu’s daughter? Where’s your father?”

"Are you Uncle Baidi's apprentice?" The girl looked at him suspiciously, and asked coldly, "Do you have any token?" Surprised by the child's sophistication, the young man still showed the jade ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Is this it? ——Master said, Senior Shu will understand my identity after seeing this." The child hesitated for a moment, staring at the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand for a moment, then nodded, as if he had made up his mind, stepped on the stone pier in the stream with his sword in his arms, and walked across to the other bank.

It just rained last night, and the misty blue water overflowed the stone pier in several places.Holding the sword that was too big for her, the girl walked over step by step carefully stepping on the white stone. The stone piers are naturally formed, scattered very casually, densely and sparsely.Halfway through, the distance of the white stone in front has far exceeded the ability of a child to cross.The girl hesitated, stopped in the water, looked around, trying to find other ways to reach the other side. The clear water reflects her shadow, small and lonely. Looking at the little child in the clear water, the girl in the middle of the water, Qing Lan's eyes were suddenly stung by something.

When he wanted to say "I'll help you over there", the child had a stubborn expression on his face, and jumped forward vigorously, trying to jump onto the opposite stone pier.However, holding the heavy sword, the child's feet couldn't fall on the white stone at all. Qing Lan was startled, she subconsciously drew her fingers out, and pointed towards the middle of the stream. In an instant, as if pushed by an invisible force, the stone moved forward three feet rapidly, and instantly reached the bottom of the girl's feet, supporting her . "Be careful..." He stepped on the stone pier to the middle of the water, and reached out to help the girl, but the child looked at him warily, took a step back, and almost stepped into the water again.Qing Yu smiled wryly, and had no choice but to step aside.

"I'll go by myself." The child said coldly, "Take me to see Uncle Baidi—my father has a letter for him." The old-fashioned words are still so old-fashioned, not at all like an eight or nine-year-old child.Hearing such honest and blunt instructions, Qing Lan just smiled, and while leading the way, she asked: "Senior Shu, why didn't he come by himself? The teacher has been expecting his visit for a long time." The footsteps behind her suddenly stopped, and Qing Lan turned her head in surprise, looking at the child behind her who no longer followed her. That delicate little girl was standing by the stream, holding the Blood Myrtle Sword tightly, and looked at him with indifferent eyes. Such an expression made the boy's heart tremble - he could feel, feel the child What mourning and despair in the heart! However, the child just stood there, spoke very quietly, and said to him: "My dad died...he committed suicide last night, and I woke up and he was already dead. So...he can't come." Qing Lan was stunned, at that moment, he didn't know what to say.Looking at the child who was narrating so calmly, he suddenly had that strange premonition... He thought that the trajectory of his life would be reversed because of the appearance of this child. "I buried Daddy, took his sword and some other relics - there was a letter to your master, so I sent it here." The child said quietly, without a trace of sadness or joy, just hugged tightly She took off the sword, as if it was her only support.Indeed, having lost her father, and the Gorefiend is like a cloud of enemies in the Jianghu, from then on, what kind of hard life will this orphan girl wander in the Jianghu? The boy walked over involuntarily, squatted down in front of her, and looked into her eyes, which were layers of strict ice. "Don't be sad...my master, he won't stand still with the daughter of an old friend." Although he couldn't see through the child's heart, he, who was always gentle, couldn't help but comfort him. The child looked at him, and suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Hee... who are you? You have nothing to do with me, why do you meddle in my affairs?" Qing Lan was startled, she couldn't find any words to respond to such obvious hostility.He thought, at that moment, his face must be dull, right?Because he saw an inexplicable relaxed smile in the eyes of the child across from him—could that child stab him on purpose?Is it fun for her to play tricks on someone older than herself? Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly heard the child say in a clear voice, "My name is Ah Jing." Then, she bounced forward on her own, ignoring the boy behind her. "Brother, I asked you to pick up Senior Shu, why have you been there for so long?" Just as the path turned a corner, she nearly collided with someone hurrying ahead.He was a handsome young man who was about the same age as Qing Lan, but his demeanor was obviously different from Qing Lan's indifferent and quiet, under the flying sword eyebrows, the pride and sharpness of a young man clearly shone in his eyes.He was dressed in the black costume of a martial artist, and the apricot-yellow tassels on the two swords behind his back fluttered in the wind. Ah Jing took a few steps back, looked warily at the boy who came out suddenly, and clenched the sword with his fingers. "Huh? Xuewei?" The young man saw the sword in Ah Jing's hand at a glance, and immediately recognized it, with a look of shock on his face, and sharp eyes - he seemed to have an innate intuition for the temperament of the sword Reaction, so he instantly felt a strong murderous aura and blood on this sword. "Junior Brother Yu, this is Senior Shu's daughter, her name is...A Jing." Not knowing the child's real name, she hesitated for a moment, Qing Lan could only say this to her fellow disciple who came over, and at the same time said to A Jing, "This It's my junior brother, named Qing Yu." "Oh." Qing Yu, a young man with a sword, restrained the sharpness in his eyes, and smiled slightly - when he smiled, he was extraordinarily bright, cheerful and refreshing, with the temperament of a young man pointing out the world, "Sister Jing? Teacher has been waiting for you father and daughter for a long time... Oh, where is Senior Shu?" He looked at the road and asked a little strangely. Qing Lan's complexion changed a little, and she quickly stopped the younger brother's question with her eyes - it was too cruel for this child to repeat the tragedy he had experienced over and over again. However, Ah Jing raised his head, looked at Qingyu, and said coldly without blinking: "My father is dead, so he can't come here." Qingyu was also stunned, surprised by the indifference of the child when he mentioned this matter, but Ah Jing just turned her head and said to Qing Lan, "Take me to see Uncle Baidi, why don't you leave?" Lan shook his head, smiled wryly at his junior, followed the girl's footsteps and walked out, leaving only Qingyu staring at them in a daze. The Chensha Valley is full of flowers like a sea. Along the way, the child is almost always walking in the sea of ​​flowers. Jinboxun flowers, wild lilies, and wild poppies are colorful and dazzling, swaying gently in the breeze, reflecting Ah Jing's pale face. With color. Looking at the extremely beautiful flowers beside her, Ah Jing's indifferent eyes also had a look of joy, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch those flowers, but as soon as she touched them, she saw Qing Lan looking at them, and she retracted. hand. After all, she is still a child... Qing Lan smiled slightly, feeling much relieved. His smile is indifferent and gentle, and the kind of power that embraces everything makes his peaceful smile radiant.Qing Lan, who practiced spells, has a keen nature and a delicate mind, she can understand the mood of others, and immediately empathize with her - so he has been kind and compassionate towards this lonely and rebellious child from the very beginning. His kindness was clearly perceived by the sensitive girl as well.Ah Jing walked along the path by himself, and suddenly, without turning his head, he said softly to him: "Why did you tell that guy my name?...I only told you! " Qing Lan smiled slightly, and hurried up to lead the way without making a sound.Suddenly, with a flick of his sleeve, there was a sudden gust of wind.The flowers on Moshang seemed to be blown up by the wind, flying all over the sky one after another. The colorful petals reflected the sunlight and danced around Ah Jing, dazzlingly beautiful. "Oh..." Finally couldn't help it, and was delighted by his little technique, the child blurted out, holding the sword and looking at the flying flowers in the sky, with a smile on his face.At that moment, the brilliance in her eyes was exactly like that of an eight or nine-year-old girl.Feeling her joy, Qing Lan smiled again, suddenly stretched out her arms to hug her, chanted a mantra silently, soared into the air, and passed over the sea of ​​flowers. When he reached out to pick up the child, she was slightly startled, and instinctively stretched out her hands to resist. However, seeing the quiet and gentle smile on the boy's face, she no longer broke free.The young man's face has a kind of strength from forbearance, serenity and tranquility, which is almost religiously pure and solemn, and has a strong effect of calming people's hearts. Seeing Qing Lan's smile, the child's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he stretched out his cold little hand, hugging his neck. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The young man who was walking against the wind was stunned, and quickly fell to the ground, put her down, and asked.Ah Jing bit the corner of her mouth tightly and did not speak. Tears filled her clear and indifferent eyes, but she forcibly held back them and did not let them fall.Holding the Xuewei Sword tightly in her pale little hands, she pressed her face against it and said nothing. Qing Lan sighed, bent down, hesitated for a while, folded a purple wild poppy flower, and handed it to the child. Ah Jing took it, and held it in the palm of his hand so hard that the blue juice stained his hand. He looked away from the side, trying to be calm, but finally couldn't help crying: "Father...Father, he doesn't want Ah Jing. It's over!...I thought, I thought no one wanted Ah Jing anymore..." The eight-year-old's usually indifferent eyes suddenly showed deep sadness and disappointment. "Don't cry...I will stay with you." The young man smiled and took her hand, "Let's go see the master! You are the daughter of Senior Shu, and the master has always admired Senior Shu very much. Take you—you stay with us." "Ah? Really?" Ah Jing hesitated, raised her head and asked, looking at the young man's gentle and calm smile, suddenly, and for the first time, there was a timid expression in her eyes, she hesitated to speak, and called out, " Brother Qinglan..." Brother Qing Lan... Qing Lan... Brother... The memory was crimson. The child looked at him with melancholy and erratic eyes, stretched out his cold little hand, hugged his neck, and called him timidly.These ten years seem to be within reach. He smiled and stretched out his hand to stroke the child's dark hair, however, his eyes suddenly blurred—— Blood! The overwhelming blood suddenly surged from all directions, instantly covering his eyes! He couldn't see anything... only blood red, blood red everywhere... Where did that child, that child with melancholy bright eyes, go?Where did you go! Ming'er...Qian Ming...Ah Jing. In the bloody sky, he opened his hand blankly, reaching out in all directions, trying to grab something.However, nothing... ——You are dead, Qing Lan is dead, do you know that? ——You are now Jia Ruo... the high priest of the Moon Worship Sect, Jia Ruo!Qing Lan, that Qing Lan is dead! ——Everyone Qing Lan knew before has nothing to do with you, Jia Ruo! Suddenly there was an indifferent voice next to his ear, as if he had the ability to penetrate time and space.Startled the priest in white who had fallen asleep at his desk from his dream, Jia Ruo suddenly turned his head and saw the peerless woman standing at the door. Her attire is similar to that of a priest, with the same long hair and a white robe, but it is not a solid color. It is embroidered with extremely complicated patterns of passionflower, and the trim of peacock feathers is dazzling... Her face is ivory The same is soft and smooth, with a high forehead, with the light of a wise man and a goddess, exuding a shocking beauty. There is no jewelry on her hair, only a very small crescent moon painted with gold powder on the left cheek, shining with dim gold, like a third golden eye, peeping into the hearts of the congregation. This is his study room at the Moon Worship Sect, so it is naturally full of spells and barriers he set up to prevent outsiders from intruding.Even if a fly flies in, it will be immediately burned to ashes by the invisible flames—however, the woman in white clothes like snow pushed open the door effortlessly and walked in.All the magic spells he set had no effect on her... Indeed, for the leader of the Moon Worship Sect, what spells can work? "Minghe." Jia Ruo stood up, looked at the leader indifferently, but called out her name casually - the name that made countless people in Central Yunnan tremble, almost a mythical name. "Jia Ruo, I heard that you met the people from Tingxuelou in the temple in the western suburbs last night?" Walking into the room, the Moon Worshiper asked coldly. The golden moon also became cold. Jia Ruo also got up, turned to look at Ming He, the glow of gemstones was faint in the pitch-black hair: "What do you want to say?" His eyes were indifferent and bottomless, even facing the highest leader of the church, he still had a domineering edge. "Just now you called that person's name, Jia Ruo... Ha, Qinglan will come alive in your heart again?" Ming He's words hit the nail on the head, with a slight sneer, but just halfway through her words, I felt the unhappiness that quickly accumulated on the priest.Such a forceful and fierce anger made the master of worshiping the moon secretly frightened, and involuntarily paused. "No one can order me..." The dark flames burned in the eyes of the priest in white. Jia Ruo replied indifferently, looking at the leader, "After the death of the old leader, no one can order me!" He walked out on his own, and opened the door of the study. Suddenly, his footsteps paused, and he said without looking back: "Don't worry, I will do my best for Tingxuelou. Even if it is her, I will not be soft in the decisive battle." Minghe's expression relaxed a little, she knew that she had no ability to control this man—although nominally speaking, the priest's status was in the church or below the leader... However, today's Jia Ruo, is it anyone? Can people handle it? Fortunately, he made such a promise—otherwise, apart from him, no one in the Moon Worship Sect could compete with Xiao Jing and the others. "This year is really full of things - even Tingxuelou, which has always been well watered, has come! Xiao Yiqing... Xiao Yiqing... Is it true that all the old accounts from 800 years ago have been uncovered?" Looking at the white clothes The priest walked away a little angrily, but the Moon Worshiper was not angry, but laughed helplessly. Pulling up the hem of her robe, she turned her head and asked the woman who had been silently following her all the time, "Bingling, you see, the prophecy of the previous generation Si Xingnv is not wrong——the resentment of the goddess of the moon will continue the disaster to the next generation." !" Shi Bingling, the current star girl of the Moon Worship Sect, has strange silver-white long hair, which is because she studied astronomy in a stone house since she was a child and never saw the sun.She was a woman who was so quiet that she almost lost her sense of existence. She didn't make a sound when the leader and the priest were talking just now. At this moment, facing the words of the leader, she just nodded slightly, but the worry in her eyes was deeper. The orbits of the stars have already begun to stagger... However, she calculated countless times, but the result is still——! He never thought that he could meet that person again, even if he is as proficient in fortune telling as he is, he still cannot calculate his own destiny.And how can other magicians see the past of "Qing Lan"?It was thought that the tracks that would be staggered forever, but there will be a day when they will stagger again. Qian Ming, Qian Ming... Outside is the rainy night sky - just like the climate that is common in southern Xinjiang all the year round.The wind blows, and the slanting rain feet sweep over, and the scattered raindrops wake up the dusty memories of many years.It seems like a lifetime away. Jia Ruo lowered his head, watching the heavy rain like green money hitting the skirt of his clothes little by little, watching the moisture slowly bleed away. Now... how can it be broken. He stretched out his hand facing the wind, drew a circle in the rain, and brought his fingertips everywhere, and the raindrops were stopped in the air by an invisible force, flowing along the place where his fingertips passed, and slowly converging into a transparent cloud in the air. Thin water mirror.The priest in white looked at another space in the water mirror, stared at it for a moment, and then left in the rain. When he jumped up the wooden building, the wind blowing from his sleeves disturbed the dilapidated copper wind chimes on the corner of the eaves.He immediately stretched out his hand and held the bell, the heavy texture of the copper ice vibrated slightly in his palm. His movements were very light, and the people in Xuelou didn't feel it. However, in an instant, the wooden window creaked open, and the crimson sword light flashed out like lightning, pointed at him, and asked coldly: "Who's out there?—" He smiled wryly: her reaction was still as fast.The cold face of the woman in scarlet clothes froze immediately after seeing the person outside the window. Jia Ruo stood at the corner of the eaves, holding the copper bell in his hand. The wind chime seemed to be a heart made of copper. Shang Zizai's palm beat slightly, and it went all the way to the depths of his heart. The window is open and the rain is pouring in.The heavy rain drenched the person standing by the window, but no matter whether the person standing by the window or the corner of the eaves, neither of the two spoke for a moment—maybe there was some noise, but it had already passed. Overwhelmed by the noise of the rain. Just stare quietly. However, their eyes seemed to have passed through more than ten years, and when they fell on each other, they had already withered into mud. Suddenly, the corner of the mouth of the woman in scarlet clothes moved by the window, and she said something. The torrential rain drowned out her voice, and the priest in white lowered his head towards her, trying to hear what she said clearly.She repeated it quickly, but was still blurred in the heavy rain.Jia Ruo raised his rain-drenched eyes and looked at her questioningly. Ah Jing's face was pale, and suddenly he repeated loudly for the third time with all his strength—— "He told me you were dead! He told me you were dead!—he lied to me! he lied to me!" When she spoke, a deep and desperate look flashed in her eyes.Her fingers held the hilt of the sword convulsively, and even her knuckles were a little white. The rain poured in from the window, drenching her whole body. Hearing that sentence, Jia Ruo's hand also trembled, but he didn't ask who that person was, he just looked at the woman in scarlet clothes, as if he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull her, but finally stopped his hand and asked suddenly : "He's dead, isn't he?" Ah Jing's hands stiffened for a moment, and her eyes dimmed instantly. After a moment's pause, she replied as if sighing: "Yes, he's dead." He said lightly: "—I killed him.... He wanted to betray Tingxuelou, so I killed him." With a soft "cha", Jia Ruo let go of his hand, and the copper wind chime turned into powder in his hand, and the copper heart seemed to be shattered, falling from his fingers piece by piece.There was a flash of cold lightning in his eyes, and he suddenly laughed: "Really? So Junior Brother Yu is the second floor master in Tingxue Building who once intended to rebel?" "After Qingyu entered the rivers and lakes, she changed her name to Gao Mengfei." Still looking at the endless rain curtain, Ah Jing replied lightly.Such a familiar and distant name came out of her mouth, but it was already so cold that there was no warmth at all. "Gao Mengfei...Gao Mengfei..." Muttering the strange name again, Jia Ruo's eyes flashed an incomprehensible light, looking at the woman in scarlet clothes, she still wore the same attire and saber, but her brows became clearer. The cold and murderous aura gathered between his brows was even heavier, and he could even see the wraith entwined on the sword in the cold light of Xuewei—— Is it still the eight-year-old child? Is it still the child who called "Brother Qinglan" and stretched out his hand to hug his neck timidly? "The master's calculation is indeed correct..." The white-clothed priest laughed. However, the gentle and quiet eyebrows in the past are now indifferent and sharp, which is worthy of his current status of looking up at the world and observing the ancient and modern—" Back then, the master refused to teach you any martial arts because he calculated our fate: his two disciples—I and Qingyu, will die because of you—” His voice was cold and sharp, watching the face of the woman in scarlet clothes by the window gradually turn pale. That prophecy... the prophecy made by Bai Di ten years ago has always been her nightmare. During the civil turmoil in Tingxuelou, Xuewei stabbed into Gao Mengfei's back in an instant, and the blood splashed on her face.When he looked back at her slowly, her eyes were blurred——for a moment, the ambitious second-floor landlord who wanted to seize the power of Tingxuelou and rule the martial arts world in front of him seemed to be the first person he met on the edge of Lingxi in the past. The boy with the sword. With flying sword eyebrows, the pride and sharpness of a teenager shone in his eyes.He was dressed in black clothes of a martial artist, and the apricot-yellow tassels on the two swords behind his back fluttered in the wind... With a cheerful and refreshing smile, he looked at the eight-year-old girl: "Sister Jing? The teacher has been waiting for your father and daughter for a long time..." "Ming'er." Gao Mengfei's body stiffened suddenly, and he turned his head in disbelief. He slowly turned his head, looked at the woman who pierced his heart with a sword from behind, and slowly called out the name they had agreed to never meet again. Mentioned the name, "Good move 'Yi Shui people go'!" "Second Senior Brother." She smiled at him in a trance, regardless of whether such words would make Xiao Yiqing on the side suspicious.The woman in scarlet clothes just responded in a low voice, and then suddenly drew out the Xuewei Sword that pierced through Gao Mengfei's body. Blood surged out, and the owner of the second floor of Xuelou covered his heart with his hands, turned around, looked at the woman in scarlet clothes, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Master is right..." Hearing this sentence, she suddenly froze - he knew?He actually knew that prophecy from the very beginning! But, if so...why...why at that time he... Seeing the shock and doubt in her eyes, the dying man smiled—that smile was not much different from that of more than ten years ago, it was not as domineering and unfathomable as usual, it was as hearty as a teenager, with With a slight self-joke and helplessness: "I knew this... Could it be that when the Miao people attacked, they simply didn't save you? ..." His voice gradually weakened, and his eyes became dizzy.However, leaning on the ground with the sword, he tried his best not to let his body fall down. He suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly: "So it was God's will! ——It was not my defeat! It was not my defeat!" After laughing loudly, with the last breath of true anger, he raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and read out the teacher's heart decision: "The sea dragon fights blood and black yellow, and sends out a long song to browse the wilderness. "Yi Shui Xiao Xiao people go, one day the bright moon is as white as frost!" As soon as the voice fell, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and suddenly returned his hands, the two swords in his hands intertwined, and the light flashed on the side of his neck before disappearing.The head was separated from the body, and blood filled the chest: "Ming'er, remember to summon the soul for me!" Under Baidi's sect, if there is no fellow sect to summon the soul for him, he will always be outside the three realms and six realms after death.Back then, when Qing Yu came back and told her that Qing Lan had died in the siege of the Miao people, she had been sleepless for seven days and seven nights, calling for his soul. The sounds of killing all around fell silent, and the rebellion in Xuelou was almost over. Stepping through the bloody water on the ground, she walked over, slowly bent down, held his head in her arms, and gently closed his eyes with her pale hands—Xiao Yiqing watched from the side without saying a word talk. All the people who survived the Tingxuelou chaos were watching this scene in surprise: after the rebellion was put down, Miss Jing picked up the head of the second floor landlord and whispered something to herself. Brother Yu...so you knew that prophecy?Since you already knew that, with your heroic temper, why didn't you just kill me back then?If it is because fate cannot be changed, but you are someone who never believes in fate! "Do you know why I named you Qianming?——The star of your destiny is actually Pluto! I have calculated your fate: my only two disciples will die because of you!—— How can you let me have the heart to teach you martial arts to kill Qinglan Qingyu?" It was the first time in her twelve years of life that she knelt down and begged her master to teach her martial arts in the secret room—however, Baidi, who had a life-and-death relationship with the blood demon in the past, looked at the girl coldly, slowly spit out such a prophecy.This figure who has become a legend in the martial arts world looked at the girl in Fei Yi with helplessness and a touch of regret in his eyes. She looked up in shock, and saw the master's cold and penetrating eyes. Although she is only twelve years old, she already understands what every word from Baidi's mouth represents - that is the prophecy of her life!Does Pluto follow fate? ...The two senior brothers will die because of themselves? ... Qinglan Qingyu... will die? ! Her left hand subconsciously touched the agarwood card in her neck, and Qing Lan's gentle and calm eyes and Qing Yu's energetic smile flashed in front of her eyes.Suddenly, she no longer asked her master to teach her anything, she bowed her head and knelt on the ground, tightly clenched the sword with her fingers, and suddenly held the sword with both hands, raising it above her head—— "Then, master, don't wait for that day! Kill me now. Please kill me now!" Baidi's eyes were bright at that moment, looking at the youngest female disciple on the ground, looking at her indifferent and stubborn eyes, thinking of the inevitable fate in the future, even Baidi was shaken.At that moment, the thought of changing his fate against the sky covered his usually wise eyes. He didn't reach out for the sword, but quickly drew the symbol of a pentagram with his fingers, surrounding the girl on the ground.However, when he had just bitten his fingertips and dripped blood into the array to activate the method of dividing blood, Bai Di suddenly felt an invisible pressure spreading from Qian Ming's body! ——There is a kind of power protecting her, that is...! Baidi suddenly woke up.Is it too late?The wheel of fortune has begun to turn! "Let's go!" The old man who is known as a generation of magic master finally calmed down, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, no longer looking at the girl kneeling with a sword on the ground, and said calmly, "No one can interfere with the flow of fate—if you die , then, more things will change because of you... How can I disturb Tian Gang for my own selfishness?" There was no sound from behind, as if he knew the youngest disciple's mind, Bai Di put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh: "Ming'er... You know, begging for death is not the act of a brave man, what is really difficult is to live and face the fate of being hit. Any ups and downs and disasters - remember, don't learn from your father..." Hearing the last sentence, the eyes of the girl in scarlet clothes finally changed. Her father's suicide has been a lingering shadow in her heart for many years.The blood demon is known as a generation of heroes, but in the end he killed himself because of his confusion - patronizing the eternal peace of his mind, getting rid of this chaotic world, and abandoning his only daughter. "Master, don't worry... I will never do anything cowardly!" Gritting her teeth, the girl in scarlet clothes finally saluted the master, then stood up quietly, and walked out without looking back. Baidi sighed almost inaudibly, he knew that this stubborn child would never come to ask him to teach martial arts again - he also didn't know that Qinglan Qingyu had been secretly teaching her martial arts behind his back these days He can't practice martial arts, but he doesn't care about it anymore. He had a vague premonition: he had also reached his deadline, and he was not far away from being disbanded and ascending. Moreover, after his death, Shensha Valley, a pure land, is about to experience unavoidable catastrophe.Blood color will annihilate all. ——Is it a good thing to be able to see the past and the future? ——Because I know the future, but I can't change it, because I can't bear the consequences of changing it.So fear the future, fear the irresistible fate.In this way... it's better to be like those who don't know anything, at least have the courage to fight for the unknown future. ——His life has passed like this.Kong won the title of master of swordsmanship and swordsmanship for a generation, but what did he do in his life? ——As for Qing Lan, his highly qualified disciple, will his future life trajectory be the same as his own? ——Then, when Qinglan grows old and ascends to the top, looking back on her life that has passed by like a cloud of smoke, will she feel as powerless and exhausted as she does now... "Ming'er, what did the master say? Did you promise to teach you martial arts?" As soon as she ran out of the Zhulin Abode, the two teenagers waiting outside couldn't wait to ask, even Qing Lan, who was always gentle and calm, was a little impatient. She stopped, and slowly raised her head to look at the two senior brothers beside her. A concerned young face, eyes as bright as morning stars, the only people in this world who cared about her... The twelve-year-old girl frowned, and suddenly there was a fierce and dark light in her eyes, and she suddenly tore off the clothes hanging around her neck with all her strength. He threw the agarwood card back to Qing Lan, and then called out to the two stunned teenagers: "Master, he refuses to teach me! He refuses to teach me... You all treat me as an outsider... None of you are good people!" "I will never know you again!" 她头也不回的跑了开去，一口气奔出了山门。只留下两个少年惊疑不定的呆在原地，这个孩子，年纪不大，脾气却古怪的紧，两位师兄都经常要吃她的苦头。 “咦？大师兄，这是什么啊？”过了片刻，青羽莫名奇妙的摇头苦笑，准备走开，忽然看见青岚手中握着的那个小木牌，有些惊讶的问，看着上面奇形怪状的符号。 青岚低头，脸色忽然有些不自在：“哦……这个，是我送给冥儿的护身符。”顿了顿，他开口解释：“你也知道苗人一直对我们沉沙谷怀着恶意，我怕周围苗寨那些人会……” “——糟糕！”他忽然的惊呼吓了旁边的青羽一跳，青岚的手用力握紧灵符，脸色迅速苍白下去：“冥儿她居然就这样跑出谷外去了！外面、外面这几天都是那岩的人！” “糟了……”青羽也是蓦然惊觉，双剑从肩后一跃而出，“我们赶快去！” 记忆重重叠叠而来，宛如轻纱，一重重绾起，淡去，越来越清晰。 灵溪畔纯金做的夕阳。繁茂的溪流边千朵野荷绽放。童年时候仅有的笑声散入风中，仿佛是一首遥远的歌谣，轻轻沙哑的一唱再唱，印染了风霜。 十年后的如今，重逢时，大雨模糊了过去未来的日子。 两个人又是许久没有说话。 “那一天，我跑出去的时候，想着你们一定会跟来的——”终于，阿靖轻轻说了一句，左手下意识的抬起，放在颈中，摩挲着什么。 “那一天我们正要出去的时候，师傅兵解了。”伽若微微低下头，眼睛看着雨帘，回了一句，“他死前对我们说——不要去救你……” “你们就在那时知道的那个预言？”雨中，绯衣女子仰起头，看着他。 白衣祭司没有回答，只是点了一下头，仍然看着夜空。雨水淋湿了他的长发，发丝下，他深色的眼睛隐约闪着光，却令人猜测不出任何意义——完全不同于十年前那个温和安宁的少年了。 阿靖片刻沉默，忽然轻轻笑了起来：“你们两个也真是奇怪……既然都知道了，还拼死拼活的闯到那岩的山寨来救人。如果我那时死了，就一了百了了。” 伽若依然沉默着，他的脸在雨中，益发显得苍白。 焚化完师傅的遗体后，他和青羽并没有遵从师傅的遗言，而立刻联袂去了苗寨救人。 那岩山寨在苗疆诸部族里也算是数一数二的大寨，和沉沙谷的积怨不知道是从哪一年开始。 据他们说，是某一日白帝出山，无意中斩杀了一条他们族里奉为灵兽的巨蟒。苗人几度想攻入沉沙谷报仇，却被白帝的玄术挡在了谷口，还损兵折将，连族中两个法术最高强的巫师，都在作法中因为咒术反噬而死亡。 几十年下来，虽然苗寨始终未能进入沉沙谷，但是双方之间已沉积为水火不容的局面。 为了避免麻烦，师傅在世时总是告诫他们不要随意踏出山门一步，因为沉沙谷之外，便是苗人们布下的重重伏击了。然而，师傅刚刚飞升，他们两人却联袂直奔那岩山寨！ 那是他们学艺那么多年来，第一次将所学的用于真正的对战。 两人一踏入苗寨，遇到的就是仿佛无穷无尽的陷阱，毒箭，蛊毒和咒术，甚至还有被降头师放出的鬼降，来去如电……青羽的剑术和青岚的法术，由于是初次施展，在来到关押千冥的地方时，两个少年都已经伤痕累累。 “师弟，你带着冥儿先走——待我布置好阵法阻挡那些苗人、再赶过来！” 白袍上已经染满了血污，青岚将昏迷过去的师妹放上青羽的后背，用衣带束紧了，对师弟吩咐。想了想，从怀中拿出那个沉香木的小牌，挂回千冥的颈中，轻轻将她散乱的发丝掖回耳后。他眼睛里的从容沉静依旧不变，双手也极其的稳定。 “师兄你小心，布好了阵就快些来！”已经来不及推让，青羽只是对着青岚点了点头，使出了师傅传授的飞剑之术，并指一点，双剑如同游龙般飞出，在苗人中杀出了一条血路来。 他没有回头——因此，也没有看见在他们离去的刹那，青岚眼中的光芒迅速的委顿下去，伸手扶住了身边的竹栏，微微咳出了一口血。 那是他们三个人的最后一次相聚。 青羽最终还是带着她血战离去，出寨时，看到苗寨中冲天而起的大火。他知道，是师兄分血大法的阵势发动了，红莲烈焰焚烧了一切——然而，青岚再也没有跟上来…… 在千冥睁开眼睛的时候，青羽告诉她：他潜入苗寨去找过，青岚死了。 他们在沉沙谷为他做了七天七夜的招魂，甚至他们动用了师傅遗留下来的水镜，在那个镜子里，无论青羽还是千冥，都看不到青岚还存在在这个世间的影子。 青岚死了。 然而他们的人生却还是要继续。 即使十年过后，即使她已经是听雪楼的女领主，已经成为江湖中令人她已经不再愿意去回想那一段日子，那几天几夜不眠不休、召唤魂魄归来深入骨髓的哀恸。 几度因为不支而昏倒在祭坛上，然而抱着万一的希望，能招回青岚的魂魄、知道他的所在，她咬牙爬起来，用剑割破自己的手，振作精神继续着仪式。 七天后，法事完毕。没有任何方法能够再找到青岚的踪迹，无论上天入地。 “爹……爹他不要阿靖了！……我以为、以为谁都不要阿靖了……”八岁孩子冷漠的眼睛里袒露出深切的悲伤和失望。 “不要哭了……我会陪着你的啊。”少年微笑着，拉起了她的手，折给她一直紫色的也罂粟花。 然，他终于也是走了……丢下她一个人。谁都不要她了…… 十三岁的她在祭坛上怔怔站着，看着那堆成小山的符咒灰烬，以及青羽同样憔悴的脸。忽然间，一滴眼泪从她的眼中落下。已经没有多少力气，所以只有泪水不停地滑过苍白的脸颊，却发不出任何声音。女孩捂住脸，无声的痛哭起来。 父亲死后五年，她终于又为另一个人而哭。 她的手指用力抠入地面，直到指甲折断，流了满手的血——十三岁的孩子对自己说，这样不行的……这种痛苦，她再也不要尝到第三次！以后，她再也不会在意任何一个人……她再也不要为任何人哭。 再也不。 青羽带着她进入了江湖，几经流离，相依为命的两个人又因为某些原因而分散。直到隔了五年多，在洛阳朱雀大道的听雪楼里，他们才如宿命所预定的那样重逢。 “大哥，召我回来有何事？”帘外，朗朗笑着，听雪楼的二楼主揭帘而入，“青城那边我已经——”话只说了一半，紫衣青年的顿住了。坐在萧忆情座位边上的绯衣女子闻声回头，目光交错。 震惊的神色只是刹那，转瞬平静如初——十年的江湖历练，无论谁，都有了足够的自制力。 高梦非，听雪楼的二楼主。 舒靖容，血魔的女儿，听雪楼新来的女领主。 他们如今所在的位置、和在江湖中的地位，已经完全和当日灵溪畔佩剑少年和八岁女孩不可同日而语。仿佛心照不宣，他们谁都没有提起以前。 仿佛，在沉沙谷那一段日子，那纯真如风一般的日子……并不曾存在过。 他们两个人，一个生来就是野心勃勃的枭雄，一个也天生就如此的冷漠而充满了锋芒。 隔了一年多，在听雪楼的叛乱里，改名为高梦非的青羽死于血薇剑下。