Luoshui, a vast river, deep in the mist. The long song was joyful, and it stopped quietly in the water.

Huan dang swung to the right, Cao Yifeng was naked, a deep scar lay across his pale back, and the skin and flesh were turned over to reveal the white bones.

A woman changed her former revealing outfit and put on simple and decent clothes, and wiped his body beside him and examined his wounds. In the last battle, in order to hand over the last sword, the adult in her heart took a sneak attack from a thief and almost cut off her back.

She secretly thought in her heart that with the strength of the True Nine Realms of the Adult, to this day, for ten days, the injuries on his body have not improved.

How strong should that guy be when he shot it?

Although the knife wound on Cao Yizhen's back has not deteriorated, it has not healed either. Every time she looked at it, a trace of pain appeared in the woman's heart.

Use the sword to practice swordsmanship, cut the god sword, and really cut off the vitality. The thieves who sneak up on him are just ordinary mortals, and they can hurt their own adults like this.

The woman looked at the hideous wound on Cao Yi's back, her heart was in pain, and she really wanted to replace her body and graft this pain onto herself.

In the small room of the two of them, the sunlight poured in with the window, and a person also appeared by the window, caressing a bunch of roses that had long withered by the window.

When the woman saw him come in, she made no noise, did not squint, quietly packed up the medical cloth, passed him straight, and went out of the room.

Changge shook left, Li Qingyue knew that the woman blamed him, blamed him for standing by and watching, so that her adult was injured so badly that she almost lost her life.

"She's still blaming me for not seeing me. Changge shook his way and didn't know what he wanted to say when he said this.

"Woman, it's useless to argue clearly. We all underestimated that kid. When Cao Yizhi said this, he frowned, the pain was really penetrating to the bone.

"Your injuries haven't improved at all?" Li Qingyue felt that she should have come over to care about the old guy who had been with her for almost a thousand years, but a few days ago, because of the woman's crying, she didn't pull down her face.

"Sword intent, these ten days are gone. Sooner or later, the injury will heal, and it is useless to rush. Cao Yizhi has been working on his soul for ten days, repairing the soul that has been shattered by the sharp sword intent of the Slashing Divine Knife, and the pain during this time often makes him let out a low roar in the middle of the night.

In the past few nights, Cao Yizhen has had the idea of giving up this body, reincarnating his soul, and borrowing his body to be reborn. But, whenever he finally survived the pain of his soul, he gently dispelled these thoughts. The body, after all, is good that he brought out of his mother's womb.

If there is any direct pain in this world, the monks who have suffered this great calamity will tell you that there is no greater pain than the tearing of the soul. However, I really have a big heart, but I didn't expect Xiao Xiao to be fascinated. Cao folded, this knife is not impossible to dodge, it has to be held, and the pain has to be endured and endured by himself.

"Let's get down to business, I'll be healed in about twenty days. Cao Yizhen thought about it and gave the most optimistic days. On the twentieth day plus the original ten days, he was slashed, and it would take him a month to recover.

Changge shook Li Qingyue left, bowed his hand slightly, and apologized. When Huan swung to the right, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth flattened, and he waved his hand lightly.

"It's a big deal. Cao Yizhi felt that he was acting like a child.

Cao Yizhen has lived for a thousand years, although he has only been Li Qingyue's accomplice for fifty years, but he has lived for a thousand years with this long song. Just like when he joined Changge as Huan, the beggar who held the penny said: "No matter when you come, the joy of the world is right, and in the past thousand years, it can only be you." ”

Cao Yizhen's confidant in this world can only be Li Qingyue.

He still remembered the first time he learned that his old friend Li Qingyue was actually the assassin of Changge Danghuan, and he also minded very much that there was a position with the same name in Changge Danghuan. He did not shy away from saying that he had been haunted by this for nine hundred years. When he arrived at Changge Danghuan, he found that the position had been vacant for nine hundred years. For this reason, Cao Yizhen laughs at himself every time he thinks about it.

Every day, I think that others are caged birds, and when I suddenly realize it one day, I look back and realize that I am also a person in the bureau.

Cao Yizhi was drunk with lust all his life, and he didn't ask more about the world, but now he finally went to the world, but he was injured like this. It really made him sigh, when people are old, they are easy to sigh, and the worries in their hands are like a gossamer.

Thinking of the past, I should sing a song. Cao folded, and his heart moved forward with his memory. The sound of a flute is not a well-known night, but a rare spread of my Buddha's compassion in the world.

The general meaning of this song is:

I have been beating the world for 10,000 years,

When his life was about to end, he put a lantern in the world and met you;

I play chess with people, and you can pick out the handicap I deliberately fell at will every time;

I entertain myself by playing the piano in the forest, and you dance unconsciously outside the forest;

I fold flowers with my hands, and you follow my footsteps to plant a flower for me;

...

I know that tomorrow I will be scattered like ashes,

Today I hold your corpse in my arms and weep without stopping.

I didn't know you until you died.

A very beautiful and sad story, everyone knows it, the world despises it, and the world doesn't like it.

In fact, this is the story of an ancient Buddha before his death.

The literati just wrote it down.

The world sometimes dislikes the literati, just as we scold the preachers for not expressing the sorrow in our hearts. Many people say that no matter what others say, if they can't say it in my heart, it's all.

When Cao folded a song and sighed, Li Qingyue also slowly accepted the hengqin he had just taken out, and sadness flashed in his eyebrows.

The woman who went out just now leaned her back against the wall, two lines of tears hanging on her face, and the two of them stroked the piano and played the flute on the other side of the wall.

She knew that she shouldn't actually hate Changge Zuo, the communication between them didn't need words at all, and with a look, they could understand each other's minds. It's just that, only at this time, her adult is hers.

No one can understand the jealousy in her heart, and sometimes she herself thinks it is ridiculous that she is jealous of a man.

So when she thought in her heart, Changge Zuo Shake actually stood by and watched at that time, doing nothing, and a nameless fire was born all of a sudden.

Changge shook left, Li Qingyue actually knew that the woman was next door, but there were some things that she still had to say: "Why don't you tell her what you think of her." ”

The woman next door admonished herself that it was wrong to overhear the adults, but she did her best to prick up her ears.

Cao Yi glanced at Li Qingyue, naturally knowing what Li Qingyue wanted to say, and slowly spoke: "Ruthless is the most carefree, ruthless and immortal." ”