Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Zhuo Yinglian's boat also sailed away.

There were only two people left on her boat, and it became light and leisurely. She was no longer in a hurry to shake the oars, because she knew that the people of the Tianshui Gang would not have the courage to catch up after seeing the Buried Flower Ling.

She was leaning on the side of the boat, shaking the oar in her hand, but her eyes were still looking at the direction she came from, with a somewhat intoxicated look on her face.

The other person on board was a young man nicknamed Leng Hook, his eyes fell on Zhuo Yinglian, and he said coldly: "You wasted such a precious hidden weapon, but you didn't even kill a single person."

The young man folded his chest, leaning against the inside of the boat tent bored, his voice was still childish, but his tone was as cold as ice that had been frozen for a hundred years.

Zhuo Yinglian turned to him slowly, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you think it's a pity?"

The boy asked back: "The mission of the hidden weapon is to kill people. Isn't it a pity that you have brought shame on its mission?"

She let out a chuckle from her nose: "Don't worry, my Burial Flower Ling will not return without success, but the time for it to claim credit is not now, but the future."

"Future?" The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes showing some confusion, "Will you kill Lu Zhengqiu in the future?"

"Me?" The corners of her mouth curled up, and she squeezed out a smirk, "I can't beat him with my martial arts, and you have seen his skill just now. He has always been the strongest among us, and each of us accepts it." Of Youying's remnant soul, he is the only one who has condensed his soul."

The young man refused to let go and said: "So how are you going to kill him?"

Her tone was still unhurried: "It's not his people that I want to kill, but his heart."

The boy let out a disdainful snort, and said, "How can the heart be killed?"

She responded with a cold smile: "Oh, why can't the heart be killed? If the heart is killed, it will be more painful than the death of the body. He killed it once nine years ago, when he betrayed us."

"Betray you?"

"It's betraying us." She cast her eyes on the cold hook on the same boat, "Don't forget that you are already one of us."

Leng Hook frowned slightly, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

She didn't understand the indifference on the boy's face.The reason for becoming a companion with him is the order of the leader.But it's only been a few months, and I'm not familiar with it.

Her anger faded away, and she said in a warm tone: "Since you are ours, I might as well talk to you more. When I joined the Chongming Sect, Lu Zhengqiu and Nan Yanqi had followed the leader for many years Yes, they are twins."

Leng Hook finally showed surprise on his dull face: "Twins? But their names are different."

Zhuo Yinglian said: "Of course it won't be the same. I didn't know who I was born for a long time ago. I discarded them in the secluded swamp and survived by sucking mud and chewing vines. So when they couldn't walk, they walked They have been favored by the god Youying. In the past, Mr. Xia often said that they were Bingdilians born in the secluded swamp."

Cold Hook finally looked at her intently, urging her to continue talking with his eyes.

Zhuo Yinglian continued: "They don't even have names, and Mr. Xia never called them directly. Later, I encouraged them to take names. During a trip..."

She spoke slowly, and the scene at that time couldn't help appearing in her mind. It was about October. They followed Xia Qiyuan through a swamp, where the southern geese were inhabiting, and the reeds were in autumn... The two got their names from this scene. It's a pity that they were not articulate enough at that time, and they always referred to Yan as Yan, and this name has been misused all the time.

Seeing her falling silent, Leng Hook couldn't wait to ask: "Since we are brothers, why is Nan Yanqi still determined to kill him?"

She replied: "Of course, because he abandoned his brother, the hatred of betrayal is by no means so easy to erase."

Leng Hook asked again: "But Nan Yanqi has already been captured alive by his men, will he be killed too?"

She shook her head and said: "You don't have to worry about that, although Nan Yanqi wants to kill Lu Zhengqiu, but Lu Zhengqiu will definitely not let Nan Yanqi die."

Leng Hook was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing a bit of bewilderment, but he didn't ask any more questions, but leaned back into the canopy again, lowered his head and shook the paddle in his hand, the curiosity on his face was quickly replaced by indifference.

He seems to have been tired of the world for a long time, and the big facts are in front of him, and it is difficult to arouse his interest.

Could it be that his heart was also killed by someone?

Zhuo Yinglian looked at his profile, feeling pity in his heart.

But this feeling of pity is fleeting, and there is no definite reason. She doesn't understand the past of the boy, and she doesn't understand what it feels like to kill her biological father with her own hands.She had no chance to find out, because her biological father was killed by a stranger, and she had no other thoughts in her heart except hatred.

Their sorrows are not the same at all, and there is no mutual understanding.

In this world, there are too many kinds of sadness. Happiness can be shared, but sadness cannot cancel each other out.Each of them is an isolated island, hidden in the white sky and water.

She didn't say much anymore, just hummed a familiar tune in a low voice while rowing.

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, the field is green.

The boat and the car are far away, and the road is boundless.

—Where will this endless road of hatred lead?

At the same time, Di Dongqing's boat experienced some twists and turns and returned to the beach of the isolated island again.

This is the west side of the island, the sun has not yet climbed over the mountain, the beach is covered in a vast shadow, although it is daytime, it is as dark as dusk.

In this shadow, Fang Shiping's life is gradually approaching twilight, the blood dripping from his chest dyes the ground under him red, like the last ray of light before the sunset, magnificent and tragic.

He squinted his eyes, feeling that his field of vision was gradually dimming, the sky was like a cicada molting its shell, slowly fading to lead gray, the pain in his chest was gradually replaced by numbness, everything around him was going away, and the sound of the tide became more and more Lighter and lighter... At this moment stretched by the silence, he finally realized that the isolated island under him would become the place where he would end his life.

The first half of the glorious life of soldiers and horses, and the second half of life of wandering and wandering, will come to an end at this moment when it is hard to tell whether it is dawn or dusk.

At this moment, he felt a long-lost relief.

Di Dongqing and Si Yutong surrounded him.The former bit his lip, and it took a lot of effort to say: "Brother Fang, I will definitely remember what you want to tell me."

He opened his mouth slowly and said in a hoarse voice: "Good boy, brother wants to apologize to you."

Di Dongqing froze for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

He went on to say: "You must not remember, but I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Nine years ago, I was the one who led the troops into the general's mansion and chopped off General Di's head with a knife."

Di Dongqing couldn't help being startled, her five fingers tightened suddenly, her eyes also changed, staring at the dying man, her eyes were full of astonishment.

He let out a soft sigh as thin as a gossamer: "At that time, I was one of the sub-instructors of the Zhenbei Army, and I was the prince's confidant. In my anger, I led the emperor's order to raid your home and kill you. parents... What happened that day seemed like a nightmare, but the real darkness is yet to come. Once General Di died, we also collapsed... Over the years, I have been regretting... I shouldn't have doubted your father, he He will never betray his faith, he must have been framed by a traitor, King Yuchang, he is... rebellious...cough cough..."

Unable to continue, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up the last bit of blood.

Di Dongqing interrupted him: "Brother Fang, I understand that there were many shady scenes involved in the unjust, false and wrongly decided case back then. The death of my parents was not your fault."

After listening to his words, he finally stopped coughing, and his trembling lips slowly curled up into a gratified smile.

His eye sockets were already blue and purple, there was no trace of blood left on his face, and his eyes were about to close.However, after a short moment of silence, he said again: "...There is one more thing, I want to tell you two to get closer..."

Hearing the words, the two leaned over to Fang Shiping's side, and heard his weak voice: "Holly, you have to be careful of your master...he may...be involved...with the Demon Cult..."