Starting from this chapter, it is the past of Le Zheng Wushang and Shen Tu Liuchan. The QaQ is over 6,000 words. The Qingyunjian: The Bloody Cherry Bar has been built. Everyone is welcome to stroll around and urge the bricks to be updated and wait for Xiaoyi.

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As if intentional, as if unintentional, the ghost ghost reached out and picked up the thin vines that were turning from red to green on the small furnace, and twisted them slowly and gently turned: "Boy, since your master has lost you here, you will follow the old man obediently in the future." He smiled sinisterly, and shook his hand and threw the thin vines that had turned green between his fingers on the side of the boy's legs. "But a few ignorant and incompetent dolls are worthy of your boy's reluctance?"

The boy knelt silently in the snow, his hair was like ink, scattered with the wind, and his silence was faintly revealed.

"She kept saying that the four disciples were equally serious, but in the end she lost you boy to me. What can you learn from a boy, a boy, what can you learn from a few girls?" The ghost ghost snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "If you get along well, your temperament will inevitably be as feminine as a woman and lose your masculinity. It is better to stay in Qingfeng Village to practice martial arts and practice martial arts. In the future, I will understand my unique skills of light skills. Naturally, I will be far better than those children of aristocratic families in the world, and I am several times better than those girls who stayed with Duanmu."

The boy looked as if he was stunned, but he didn't hear it. After a while, he turned his eyes and stared at the thin vine beside his legs in a daze. Then he seemed to have some sense. He reached out his hand silently and picked it up very slowly. He stared at it for a while. His eyes as bright as ink were shining with a light light, but he finally lost his dust. He spread his five fingers lightly to let go and let it float away, but when he closed his eyes, he still clasped it unconsciously, and slowly held the thin vine in his palm.

"Hmph." Seeing that he was silent, the ghost ghost frowned between his eyebrows, shook his hands and raised the dark cloak behind him, and lifted the young man from the snow without saying a word: "You don't have to spend more time with you, just go back to the village with the old man!"

The wet mud was cold and the wind was roaring. The boy did not resist. He was taken up by him and looked away silently. Two heavy wooden carriages were gradually moving away from each other on the road of the green mountains, and it was hard to see.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call his master again, but in the end he was silent. He watched quietly for a long time and never spoke again.

At that time, on the long road in the mountains, the green leaves stopped the carriage silently because they heard the woman's voice and stopped by the road.

The woman in white sat calmly on the small couch in the carriage, staring at the empty place, writing in her hand, but not lying in detail, but just holding it lightly.

The plain carriage behind saw that the carriage was stopped. The groom who was rushing to stop the horse. Then he saw two pretty figures of blue and purple inside the carriage coming out, and got off the carriage and walked towards the dark carriage in front.

Duanmu Jiexian looked indifferent and silently put down the bamboo roll in his hand, saying: "I want to be quiet for my teacher."

When the leaves outside the car heard this, they frowned between their eyebrows, and the green clothes whirled like wind blades, and their hands were blocked in front of A Zi and Xiaolan: "Master doesn't want to be disturbed, you two go back."

A Zi frowned, opened her mouth several times but did not dare to speak out. However, the girl in blue still insisted on asking: "Master, why did you make this decision?"

Ye Luye's face turned colder, looked at Lan Suwan lightly and said in a solemn voice: "Master has given you instructions, you won't retreat yet."

Lan Suwan's eyes were red, and she had obviously cried. At this moment, she turned to Ye Luye when she heard this and said hoarsely: "Master lost Yun Xiao in Qingfeng Village inexplicably. How could he know how he felt? Senior sister, although you are stern, have you never regarded him as a junior brother of the same school in three years? Is this farewell, I really feel nothing in my heart?"

"Junior sister!" Ye Luye yelled, her eyes drooped slightly, and her face was a little confused.

A depressed low cough came from the car. Ye Luye was about to move when she heard the sound, and she slowly said with a cold and indifferent female voice: "That thin vine cannot be touched by Xiao'er. I will stop him, and I have my own reasons."

Lan Suwan immediately said, "What's the difference between that thin vine? I saw that bandit held the small furnace for a while. It must have encountered the thin vine, but there was nothing unusual. Master, can you tell Xiaolan?"

After a few more coughs, Duanmu Jiexian said indifferently: "It's useless to know, don't ask too much, just leave."

"But" Lan Suwan said sadly, and wanted to say it again, but was interrupted by Ye Luye's cold voice: "Didn't you hear your master's words? You still won't retreat."

Lan Suwan looked sad, looked at the dark thick curtained carriage with eyes tightly, turned her head halfway, hesitated for several years, and finally bit her lip and slowly retreated to the carriage where she was.

A Zixiao sighed and looked back at the other side of the mountain reluctantly. After a few encouragement, she also rushed back to her carriage.

"Master, are you starting?" Ye Luye jumped onto the carriage and held the reins and asked.

The north wind blew the snow, and the people in the car responded softly. The wooden wheel turned lightly and slowly moved back to the southeast.

In the first year of Emperor Wu of Xia.

The seventh prince Ye Zheng changed his edict from the descendant of the Qing Yunjian to the crown prince and ascended the throne to the emperor, which caused an uproar in the world.

Guanzhong is not far from Luoyang, and the remnant of the emperor's restructuring remains. Every family can hear private discussions and slandering. That year, a carriage with a heavy brocade curtain passed on the street. The road on the carriage emitted a thick smell of medicine. The person who heard that he immediately stopped talking about major events in the world and said: "This young master of the Le Zheng family returned to seek medical treatment. I heard that this time he visited a famous doctor led by Lingnan. I don't know how long it would take to delay it."

I have been seeking medical treatment for many years, but the visitors are helpless.

At that time, the leader of Qingyun was still indulging in court affairs, and people in the world were not able to see him. Le Zheng Qingyin had to take his only son to visit famous doctors everywhere, but he only made Le Zheng Wushang's illness even worse while rushing around for a long time.

Illness hurts the body, and long-term illness hurts people. At that time, Le Zheng was only seventeen years old. He was born in a family of aristocratic families. He should have been a boy who was indifferent to all directions, but he was depressed by illness and wheezing and slimming down every day.

He has been understanding and wise since childhood. He often forced himself to be gentle in front of his parents, without showing any fatigue, fatigue, and lust. However, after 17 years of living like this, he was lingering in bed, and did not know that the pain and struggles here next day, how could ordinary people bear it? Since he forced himself to be fearless in front of others, the pain after the person will be even more unsolvable.

It is summer, the setting sun shines in the evening, and the remaining clouds are lightly rolling.

The way back to the road, Wushang was completely unconscious for eighteen times, the longest time, and half a month later, he woke up. When he woke up, he felt that the world was dim and he felt nothing, and he was like he had struggled to walk for more than ten years.

This life is like this, worrying about suffering, life, death, injury, illness, and illness, more than just a difficult situation?

That day, he used the excuse of being stuffy and getting off the bus to relieve his breath and gradually drifted away.

He walked alone in the deep forests and mountains, walked slowly, coughing blood and laughing, and finally stood in front of the uninhabited stream, staring blankly, as if dead.

He didn't know what this life means, nor did he know how long he could hold on. After looking at the stream quietly for a while, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and say what else could he think about in this life?

A slight sound of breaking water came from my feet. The moment Le Zheng came back to his senses silently, he saw a skinny child dragging the body of a big python and crawling out of the stream.

That was the first time he met Shentu Liuchan.

She stared at the little girl in front of her with dark skin, big eyes like bells, and scars all over her body, and was also staring at him in a daze.

After a while, the thin little girl threw the python in her hand onto the rocks on the shore, tiptoed and reached out to shake in front of him.

He saw that the wound on her body was still bleeding, and the water had been exposed for a while and she had dyed her small broken clothes. But she seemed to be unaware of it. Seeing that he did not respond, she held his arm and stood on tiptoe and patted his face.

Five blood-stained little finger marks were stamped on their faces, and Le Zheng Wushang was furnished unconsciously between his eyebrows by the bloody smell.

She looked at him and then put down her hand, as if she had proved that this was a living creature. She took a step further, but she still stared at him in a daze.

Later he realized that it was the first living creature he encountered when Shentu Liuchan and the wolf lived in the deep forests and mountains for years, and could not feel the danger.

She was quietly surprised and refused to leave, and looked at him in a daze for a long time.

How can Coke be calm? The person in front of him is just a child, covered in broken clothes and scars. After being looked at by her for a long time, he couldn't bear the compassion. He squatted in front of her, tore her long clothes and slowly bandaged her wounds.

Afterwards, he stood up and returned, but his heart was already surprisingly calm.

Sometimes, when I am sick, I often think of those big and bright eyes, and I don’t feel pain in the bleeding scars, and only focus on what I see in my eyes, the purity and thoughtlessness.
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