Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Yu Guang

A turbulent era is finally over. After Huo Zhanbai, the head disciple of the Tianshan Sword Sect and one of the Eight Swords, succeeded Nangong Mo as the master of Dingjian Pavilion three years ago, the martial arts entered a rare period of peace.The Daguangming Palace in Kunlun almost disappeared after the First World War, and the killers in the Shura field no longer roamed the Western Regions. Even the Moon Worship Sect in the south died down after the succession of the leader of Tianlai, and no longer aggressive to the Southern Wumeng. In that battle, most of the seven swordsmen were lost, the strength of each sect was weakened, and the fierce disputes in the martial arts were temporarily eased.

It's like a torrent rushing through the most rugged and dangerous section, and finally gradually calms down and calms down. Medicine Master Valley's order to return to heaven was still issued without interruption, and batches of patients traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment—everything in the valley remained the same, except that the purple-clothed Valley Master Xue had disappeared. Liao Qingran, the former valley owner, returned to Pharmacist Valley to take charge of everything, but he never showed up, and everything was handled by a newly recruited disciple. Everyone was surprised that Pharmacist Valley, who had always had only female disciples, took in a man, but soon they took it for granted - the disciple named Yami had a strange long blue hair, handsome and gentle, not only talented Smart, hard-working and studious, what's more rare is that he has an excellent temper, which made the patients who were fed up with the violent temper of the previous owner full of praise.

And no matter how vicious the patient was, once he got into his hands, he became calm and obedient.There was a time when the bandit Meng Hu was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and he went on a killing spree in the valley. He didn't smile, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to die. He soon became a new legend in the arena, making everyone speculate. He was gentle and courteous to everyone, and dealt with them appropriately, but he kept a vague distance that he couldn't get close to.Someone asked him about his past, but he just smiled and said: He was a terminally ill patient, but his life was saved by the former valley owner Xue Ziye, so he joined the pharmacist valley, hoping to repay this great favor.

No one knows the truth of these words, just like no one can see through the eyes behind his smile. No one knew that this young doctor with a good hand, a kind heart and a gentle heart was once a murderer without emotion.No one knows how he survived. ——The process of "living" is even more painful than "dead". But when he came back to life, the person who saved him had already died forever. He also entrusted Tong to send people down to Wanzhang Glacier to find the body of Wang Sister, but found nothing—he finally knew that the last thread between himself and the world had also been severed.

And he still just smiled faintly. Many times, people in the valley saw him standing on the lake of ice and fire, meditating—the boy who had been frozen under the ice for more than ten years had been buried with Valley Master Xue, but he was still staring at the empty ice in a daze, as if looking through the ice. The bottomless lake saw another time and space. He is waiting for the arrival of another turbulent era, waiting for the moment when the two masters of the Central Plains and the Western Regions, good and evil, will face off against each other again—— At that time, like the female doctor, he must do his best and never retreat half a step.

Every year when winter in the south of the Yangtze River comes, the new master of Dingjiange will come to Medicine Master Valley alone. Not to see a doctor, just to sit quietly under the plum tree, drink a few cups alone, and then leave.Accompanying him to come and go, except for the snow harrier who understands human nature, is the mysterious new valley master Yami of Medicine Master Valley. In addition, he is also a diligent cabinet master.Every day, a large number of case files have to be processed, disputes between various sects are mediated, and talents are selected to remove scum. The lights on the top floor of Dingjiange often stay on late at night.

And on the fifteenth of every month, he would rush from Moling Dingjiange to Lin'an to visit Qiu Shuiyin. It has been ten years since she was married, and the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses has reached his thirties. He has become the overlord of the Central Plains martial arts, and the object of admiration for countless children of the world.However, his concern for her has never diminished by half—— Every month, he would come to Jiuyao Mountain Villa, dressed in white and with a long sword, sitting with a long body across the screen, leaning forward, and politely asking her about her health and what she needs in life.The woman sat behind the screen and answered politely, maintaining her usual reserve and pride.

The pain of bereavement has gradually subsided, and her madness has also been cured, but the light in her eyes is dimming little by little. Every time he came, she said very little.He just stared at the blurry shadow on the other side of the screen with a dazed expression: as if he already knew that this man would stay on the other side of the screen for the rest of his life, and would never take half a step closer. She's always been proud, and he's been just following her. She is used to being chased and taken care of, but she doesn't know how to bow her head.Therefore, since he has now become the leader of the Central Plains Wulin, and since he maintains such an alienated attitude, her pride will not allow her to bow her head first.

The soul-stirring stories between them have been passed down by word of mouth in the rivers and lakes.Everyone said Huo Gezhu was a talent, and even more so, they all lamented his unswerving loyalty and accused her of being ruthless.She just sneered—— Only she knew that she had lost him long ago. In the past eight years, she has seen him running around for her, going through life and death, no matter how she treats him, she has no regrets.She had thought that he would be her eternal prisoner—however, he broke free from the shackles that fate put on him long before she knew it. Where does his heart belong now?

That day, when he got up to leave politely as usual, she finally couldn't stand it, and suddenly pushed down the screen that lay between them recklessly, and faced him, her restrained voice trembled slightly: "Why? Why! " Amidst the loud noise, the person who left was slightly taken aback and stared at her. "I'm sorry." He didn't make an excuse, but just spit out three words. Yes, when he was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses, he once made an unswerving vow, and he once traveled thousands of miles for her, even though he died nine times without regret.If possible, he also hopes that this relationship can last forever and be as fresh as new forever.However, in the torrent of time and the changes of fate, he was unable to persist until the end.

He looked at her with sadness and regret in his eyes.Then, he just turned around and never looked back. Outside the door was the gray and cold sky, and there was faintly light snow falling on his clothes. Every time it snows, he can't help but think of the woman in purple.In the past eight years, they didn't get together much. He clearly remembered that during the last period of time in Medicine Master's Valley, it snowed for seven nights in total.He will never forget the moment of waking up in the valley on a snowy night: the sound of heaven and earth, snowy plums falling, and the fire reflecting the profile of a sleeping woman in his arms, tranquility and warmth—the life he wants is nothing more than this. However, on that snowy night, he got everything he dreamed of unexpectedly, but lost it very quickly.Only the vague warmth in the memory is left, warming the rest of the long and lonely life. Today, it is another year of snow in the south of the Yangtze River. I don’t know if the white plum is quietly blooming again in the Pharmacist’s Valley by the Mohe River?The jar of wine buried under the tree was already empty, and under the snowy night sky, probably only the blue-haired doctor was still blowing the song "Ge Sheng" lonely, right? Winter night, summer day.After a hundred years old, it belongs to his room. ——However, after a hundred years, where can he return? In the far north, on the frozen Mohe River, the cold wind cuts people's skin, howling like a ghost crying. Abandoned villages, snow-covered cemeteries, people kneeling in front of the tomb for a long time. "..." His pale fingers lifted up and slowly touched the cold tombstone.On the index finger of that hand was a huge ring inlaid with red gemstones, shining brightly in the snow. "Sister... Xuehuai." The man in the black robe raised his head, looking at the snow-covered tombstone with a rare eagerness—his pupils were as black as night, but the whites of his eyes were a strange light blue, He whispered softly, "I'm here to see you." Only the howling wind answered him. "Sister Xiaoye, I'm here to ask you to forgive me," the black-clothed patriarch wiped off the snow on the stele inch by inch, and murmured, "One month later, the 'Break the Formation' plan will start, and I will be with Ding The Jiange is in full swing." Still only the cold wind from Mohe answered him, howling past his ears, like crying. "Jiaowang." A subordinate beside him bowed far away and reminded respectfully, "I heard that a snowstorm once in a hundred years will come to Mohe recently, so I ask the Jiaowang to leave as soon as possible." The priest in black finally got up, turned around silently from the ruined stele, walked through the dilapidated village towards the road. Suddenly there was the sound of gold and iron colliding in his ears - he was slightly startled, and looked sideways at an empty house.He recognized it: there, it was the land of his childhood nightmare.More than ten years later, the roof made of birch bark collapsed under the pressure of snow, and the wind penetrated unscrupulously. The two iron shackles hanging from the wall collided with each other, making harsh sounds. He staggered suddenly, showing a painful expression. At that moment, he thought of his childhood that was so far away that it was almost unreal: the endless night and those bright eyes in the night... She called him brother, and she held his hand and played and chased him on the glacier, so happy and at ease ——What kind of price should be paid to reappear that short-lived joy in life? How much he wanted to stay in that memory forever, however, no one could go back. Winter night, summer day.After a hundred years old, it belongs to his room. Those who gave him warmth have returned to the cold land forever.And he has also gone through a long journey to stand on the pinnacle of power.So lonely and yet so proud. Power is a vicious tiger, once you get on it, it's hard to get off easily.Therefore, only by driving this vicious tiger to devour more people and finding more blood to feed it can he ensure that he will not be backlashed—he can already see from the previous generation of teaching kings that The end of my life. Hitomi's eyes turned countless colors, and she was silent in the snow, not letting the piercing pain rush out of her throat. Next to the village, huge fir trees stand, like black and gray tombstones pointing to the cold gray sky.Only the snow in the wilderness is still falling endlessly, indifferent and silent, as if it wants to bury everything. "Look!" Suddenly, he heard voices of surprise in the distance, and his subordinates raised their heads to look at the sky. He raised his head involuntarily. In an instant, his breath was suffocated—— Under the gray-white sky, a boundless ray of light suddenly passed by.That ray of light diffused from the far north, shrouded the sky over Mohe River, changing lightly on the flying snow, and the colors changed one by one: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple... fell to the sky. On the desolate cemetery, it seemed like a dream that came suddenly. "Light." ——Under the magical power of good fortune, the young teaching king knelt down in the snowy sky, and slowly stretched out his hands facing the sky.