Bai Luofeng was falling, and Tang Wuye tried his best to get him to escape from the encirclement, but it was still a fantasy in the end. The five military camps below ruthlessly left behind their comrades who were hit by the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom", and under the order of the unified army, they rushed to Bai Luofeng's body together, raised their halberds, feathered arrows, and bowed to let him die without a whole body.

The knight has no time to slash the enemy with his sword, and he has no strength to lift himself. took a person's life, but only advanced the death period, Bai Luofeng was unwilling, unwilling Tang Wuye lost his life in vain. He stretched out his limbs and faced the dazzling cold iron weapon, he believed that he would die, but even if he died, he would use his last breath to pull someone to bury his friend!

The next moment, I saw that I was disemboweled, and the next moment, I was about to reunite with Huangquan.

Tian, as if he couldn't see the bloody tragedy afterward, suddenly closed his eyes and darkened.

A golden light swept through the air, and Bai Luofeng's figure suddenly disappeared. The stunned elite soldiers covered their eyebrows and looked out, only to see a golden eagle as big as a cloud flapping its wings in the distant sky. Before they could stare and try to look more closely, it was already dark and night.

Bai Luofeng was held in the claws of Dapeng, and the moment Fang Cai's life hung by a thread, it was like a dream flickering in his memory, and he suddenly realized that he was still alive. He turned his head to take a look, and found that the murderous pursuers behind him were actually upside down by a black bowl that mended the sky - "Ink Array".

Li Xianggao, arrived in time. On the back of the broad and majestic Peng, the painter's voice was mixed with the whistling wind and far away from the bloody river: "Luofeng, worry about it, let's go!"

In a dilapidated temple of the City God, the corner door frame is covered with empty and broken cobwebs. The city god made of loess was eroded beyond recognition by wind and rain, and half of the mud statue was shattered into soil and buried the old incense pillar.

Li Xianggao stood quietly a few steps away for almost an hour, he didn't dare and didn't know how to step forward to comfort him. In his eyes, and even in the eyes of most people, Bai Luofeng is a lone wanderer, a wanderer who travels the world, plays the world, and has no heart or lungs. Even the only friends who need to be remembered are not small because of their abilities, so they don't have to worry about their safety.

He was supposed to be a falcon swimming, walking in all directions, laughing and drunk in the fairy. But I know best what is heavy and what is pain. From Yang Qinglian to Tang Wuye, each of them gradually became cold and goodbye when he was most powerless.

At Bai Luofeng's feet were "Chang Ruyi" and "No Reason", and the two daggers were stuffed into Tang Wuye's belt before parting, and he stood in front of them as if he had once stood in front of Yang Qinglian's monument. Only this time he didn't drink, didn't get drunk, didn't sing a long song, and didn't see him off preciously.

The injured arm was hanging on the shoulder, the tip of the clothes was covered with blood scale, Bai Luofeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he still couldn't suppress the bitterness in his mouth, biting his lip and falling on the knife and sobbing. Slowly grasping the blade with the ten fingers on the ground, let it cut through the fingertips, and the cracked nails were covered with mud and blood.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the most painful thing in the world is the scar printed on the heart. Once unfortunately left behind, it will tear again from time to time for the rest of your life.

Thinking back then, Tang Wuye had just finished taking revenge, and his sadness and emptiness had subsided not long ago, at that time, the two of them were lying in the shade of Huai with a sword, shaking their fans and listening to slang songs.

Bai Luofeng counted the leaves above his head and asked kindly: "Wuye, if you don't go to the rivers and lakes in the future, what do you want to do?"

Tang Wuye stopped, the wine that was about to bottom out almost shook out, and he suddenly found that he didn't seem to think about anything other than killing: he didn't have a choice before, and now he didn't know what to choose.

Bai Luofeng withdrew his finger that was holding the leaves, turned his face and smiled and said, "People who don't plan to live will live for long." ”

Tang Wuye hurriedly used the strength of the pit to hold his head, and finally he patted his forehead and said ecstatically: "I want to have a house in a village of more than a dozen families that is enough for me to live in, preferably with one or two acres of thin fields. Chickens, ducks, sheep, cows, ......"

"Hahaha, you're so greedy. ”

Tang Wuye's face suddenly turned pink like a girl in the boudoir, and he snorted timidly: "Actually, I don't need too much, I can't manage it alone, just one of each." As soon as evening came, I sat on the hillside with my mother, she was watching the sunset, and I was watching her, so good....."

"There is no night, it doesn't matter, there are thousands of years on earth, and there is only one reincarnation in the sky. The scenery you wanted to see is now finally enough to see. Finally, Bai Luofeng slowly picked up the sharp weapons and solemnly put them into the scabbard and hid them in his arms, of course he understood why Tang Wuye had to keep them: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring you back to your mother." You say you owe me a debt, and you won't have to pay it back in the next life. ”

Li Xianggao saw Bai Luofeng get up, and immediately went up to help him not to move the wound, and he asked cautiously, "What are you going to do next?"

Bai Luofeng had no intention of catching a glimpse of Li Xianggao's fluttering right sleeve, and turned his gaze to the side in shame, and the ink yin in his five fingers was full of energy: "Wait for me to bury these two knives first." ”

Li Xianggao's heart suddenly hung up, he knew Bai Luofeng's temper more or less: the emperor repaid virtue with grievances, was imprisoned with grievances, and even now he can laugh and blame him with bruises all over his body. But Tang Wuye died for his life, and he must use all means to find out the culprit and pay for his life with such hatred, and "Reverse Wei" is the best proof!

So, he asked the last question he wanted to ask: "What about after that?"

Before the words stopped, Bai Luofeng's pupils burned with anger, and the city god temple was occupied by hungry and thirsty undead in a blink of an eye, "Go to the Imperial City, I want to kill the Dog Emperor and kneel down without night!"

"You can't go!" Li Xianggao clamped Bai Luofeng's wrist, for fear that in the next moment, he would have rushed to the Jinxiao Palace. "You're going to die!"

Bai Luofeng resolutely withdrew his hand, and his straight gaze was like a collarbone Xuan Tie nailing Li Xianggao in place. His feet stepped heavily on the threshold of the City God Temple, as if he had stepped over an abyss ravine: "I have never been afraid of death. ”

"So, can you waste everything Tang Wuye did for you!" The swordsman's back screamed and shook off the dust on the beams, and Li Xianggao's angry voice seemed to be shackled to the figure who was about to leave, "He fought with his life to help you get back Mo Ming and let you escape from the Fifth Army Camp, so that you could go back and die? Okay, you go! You don't even have the ability to save yourself, and you still want to single-handedly take on the eight thousand forbidden troops in the imperial city? This time I exchanged Tang Wuye's life for your life, and next time? Is it Nalan to break the wind or quit the sky!"

The sword, having lost its edge, lay on the ground. The weak body slowly leaned against the wooden plank against the door frame, and his lonely shoulders twitched. Bai Luofeng finally let go and cried loudly, each time slamming his fist against the wall with catharsis: "I know I can't do it... But what else can I do!"

"Follow me back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. In front of the temple, there is a saying that the evening breeze in the forest is quiet and quiet. Bai Luofeng broke away from his misty teary eyes, and a white robe in front of him seemed to be competing with the snow, and even if there were a few sweat stains on the man's forehead, he couldn't erase the serenity and tranquility that emanated from time to time. He stretched out his palm, which was more delicate than a woman, picked up Mo Ming and sent it to the sad person and said, "The account of no night, after the injury is healed, I will slowly find someone to settle it." ”

Li Xianggao couldn't believe his ears, such a seemingly indisputable person actually instigated others to do something rebellious: "Nalan Zhifeng, how did you find here? Do you understand what you're talking about?"

The eyebrows of the blind sword changed from natural to frowning, and the pure white falling snow drifted to the falling snow sword, and the cold air was overwhelming: "Because he is my friend, since he is a friend, I can find him wherever he is." I'm late, sorry. I will bear the death of no night. Therefore, go back to Wanhua Valley with me, and after you are healed, I will accompany you in the imperial city. ”

......

The hollow of the temple still pierces through the wind like a child's whining and crying, but there is no one in it except for stains of blood. The snow trail has nine twists and eighteen bends, and there are no footprints left on the endless road. All the sounds in the woods on the outskirts converge into a poignant narrative to bid farewell to the distant visitors who have come and gone.

It's hard to calm the road ahead, looking back, can anyone Ren Pingsheng?

Looking at the side of the sinking boat, dare to ask when the ten thousand trees will be spring?