Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The strong wind obscured the view of the stars.

In the center of the eye of the storm, the last ray of sky light was also swallowed by dark clouds, time was almost at an end, the darkness was boundless, as if light had never descended on this land.

Tianxing was crying, and tears ran across her immature face.

In a moment that lasted as long as it seemed, he saw his figure walking in the sea of ​​flames, the sharp blade in his hand was covered with blood, and he was still slashing continuously. Wherever he passed, there were dead souls at the bottom of the blade.

For the first time, he realized that his own face was so hideous. He saw horror and disgust on the faces of people, who were once his relatives.He wanted to stop himself, but the figure didn't listen to his advice.

The cold hook fell, but it landed on his body, tearing away the flesh and penetrating the muscles and bones.

The pain was so terrifying, he had never experienced it personally before today.His viscera were torn apart, his skin was dripping with blood, but he couldn't die, so he had to stay awake and relive the pain over and over again.

However, there was no one around him.

He curled his body into a ball, but he still felt cold. The chill came from all directions, gnawing at every inch of his skin. Was his mother buried in such cold water? How could a body made of flesh and blood bear it? Living in such torture, they are just mortals, how can they resist the ancient gods.

In his increasingly blurred consciousness, he finally remembered the reason why he followed Chongming Sect.It is to resist the heavy burden imposed on Wuxi people and to break free from the shackles of fate.

However, he still lost after all. At this moment, in the overwhelming storm, he finally caught a glimpse of the majestic shadow of Youying Primordial Spirit. The only thing he can do is to close his eyes, hand over his body, and wait for consciousness Return to nothingness.

At this time, he felt a warmth coming from his feet.

The feeling was small but clear, as if someone had cut a gap between the sky and the earth, allowing a ray of light to leak into the darkness and shine on his bare ankle.

He opened his eyes, lowered his head, and saw a figure among the ruins.

This person was deep in the mud, his black clothes were covered with mud, the lines on his cheeks were filled with dust, his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he was described as a ghost.

But he is not as free as a ghost.He crouched and crawled, the protruding knuckles between his fingers were buckled in the cracks in the ground, and he climbed forward inch by inch, and he had to put in arduous efforts for every inch of progress.

Tian Xing remembered him, he was obviously poisoned with venom, he was so anxious that he couldn't move.His eyes had been scalded by the lime, obviously he could no longer see, and there were only two dark holes left in the eye sockets.

However, he used his weak limbs to support the weight of his whole body, and slowly stood up from the mud.

He looked so thin, with pale wrists, bulging veins on the side of his neck, and the loose clothes outlined the outline of his shoulders, sharp as if sharpened by a knife.Every step he took was staggering, as if he would melt into this gloomy world for a moment.

But his hands were warm.

A pair of soft palms slowly covered the back of the young man's hand.

A hoarse voice sounded close to Tianxing's ear: "You have endured enough, let me do it."

The skin touched by this person seemed to be infiltrated by sweet rain, and it was very comfortable.The beast that was tearing at the flesh and blood let go of its fangs, and the pain gradually receded.

Tianxing stared blankly at the people around him, he looked tired and broken, his body was covered in dirt, his eyes were dark and nameless, as if he had tasted all the pain in the world once.

But his voice was so gentle.

It was like a god seen in a dream, covered with the dirt of the world, the uglier it was, the more holy it was.

"Lu Zhengqiu..." Tianxing said in a daze, "Why did you save me?"

"For... atonement..."

Tianxing didn't hear his words clearly, and the next moment, he gently pushed his shoulders, slipped his feet, and slipped away from the eye of the storm.

The world around me comes back into view.Tianxing looked at the ground under his feet. He was still standing in front of the ancestral hall of the abandoned courtyard. Not far away was the body of Shen Zhaoyun... It should have been like this, but the person who should have died under his hands sat up propped up and looked sideways. he.

"Tian Xing, just now you actually called the elder by his name, it's too impolite."

He blinked and met Shen Zhaoyun's gaze.This person was obviously injured by him, but there was no anger on his face, instead he raised his uninjured right arm and opened it to him vaguely.

"You have been walking alone for too long, come and rest when you are tired."

Tears finally welled up in his eyes.

The hot tears were hot, rushing like a flood that broke a bank, driving away the remaining chill.He moved his feet, like a toddler, groping, staggering, and threw himself into the embrace that was just a few feet away.

Shen Zhaoyun stroked his back gently, gradually calming down his trembling shoulders.

He buried himself in the other person's chest, and heard Shen Zhaoyun's voice muttering: "...it's really amazing."

He couldn't help being startled, raised his head again, and stared at Lu Zhengqiu's back through his blurred vision.

His consciousness was finally clear, and he finally understood what had just happened.Before Xi Yang was about to invade his body, Lu Zhengqiu pushed him away, and instead held the sacrificial vessel in his hands.

The strong wind did not stop, but became more and more turbulent. Endless black mist continued to flow out of the square tripod, like an upside-down river, rolling up vortex-like waves and continuously pouring into the sky.

The crow parked on the dead branch flew up in shock, its pitch-black wings merged into the sky, and a small hole was carved in the clouds.

In the small hole, a thunder burst out suddenly.

The thunder was deep and deep, and the lingering sound filled the ears, like a call from the ancient prehistoric world.

Lu Zhengqiu's body paused slightly, he raised his head, his shoulders were arched straight, like a taut bow.

At the darkest moment between the sky and the earth, the thunder light that suddenly sprinkled from the hole illuminated his cheeks extremely brightly, like a sly slit in his eyes, watching everything about him condescendingly.His dry and thin lips, light eyebrows, thin ribs, and fine wrinkles are all exposed in that eye, showing every detail.

No living creature could bear such a gaze. He looked so thin, as if his soul would fly away the next moment.

Miraculously, he was still awake.

Even he didn't know the reason, even though his body was exhausted to the extreme, and the faith in his heart was exhausted, how could he resist the gods with a mortal body, he had tried his best, he just wanted to wash away The crimes of nine years ago.The long and bitter journey started from this house, and it would be a great relief if we could understand it here.

But he was still awake because someone was calling him.

"Master, Master—"

The voice became clearer and clearer from far to near, and there was a bit of arrogance in the tone, like a stubborn child who didn't listen to others' advice at all, just stubbornly calling him over and over again, to save him from death. Edge dragged back again and again.

In the next moment, he only felt warmth on his back, and a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and tightened on his chest.

The sound of a solid heartbeat came through the tight shoulders, stirring in his heart.

Nine years ago, by the courtyard wall of Di Mansion, Lu Zhengqiu opened his arms like this, pressed the little boy into his shoulder socket, and gently pressed his struggling arm.

Nine years later, those arms had become solid and powerful, passing through the thunder and high wind at the same place, breaking through the thick black cocoon, and hugged him involuntarily.

His young man has grown up, but he is as naive and arrogant as before, stubborn and greedy, wants too much, but has too little, if he is separated from himself, will this passionate heart be broken.

He can't go yet.

It turns out that in this vast world, with hundreds of millions of living beings, as long as there is one person who still yearns for him, he will have an excuse to stay.