Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

It wasn't Bai Yu's blood that splashed out with the sword light.

The girl was still lying on the ground, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, ignorant of everything that happened around her.

Therefore, she failed to see that the long hair doped with silver threads was scattered, the hair crown that was always neatly bundled was spread out, and there was always a big hole in the clean and flat clothes on weekdays, and it was always dull on weekdays. The serious expression was flustered, and there were some waves in the dim eyes.

She slept forever in a deep dream, not even aware of who blocked the fatal sword for her.

"Master!" Ren Lan's exclamation came from a distance.

Feng Tingjian faced Nan Yanqi, and cast his empty eyes on the enemy ahead.

Piercing his bony body was so easy that it didn't even take much effort.

His abdomen was pierced by a sharp sword, and his two hands firmly grasped the edge of the sword. His five fingers were bleeding profusely, and the whole pool of blood accumulated under his feet, forming a bright red river.

Nan Yanqi looked at him: "Mr. Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng Tingjian raised his head tremblingly: "I will never let you... hurt her..."

"The one who killed her was you," Nan Yanqi shook his head and said, "Yue Baiyu is a talented person. If he successfully joins my Chongming Sect, he will definitely be favored by the leader and achieve great things, but you are entangled with a group of mobs. , wasting a great opportunity. Now our efforts are in vain, are you satisfied?"

Feng Tingjian's voice was hoarse and weak, but his tone did not hesitate: "It's true that I hurt her, so I won't let you hurt her."

Nan Yanqi raised her eyebrows and said, "Can't you see that she is already a useless person?"

Feng Ting insisted: "She is my clan."

Nan Yan Qi let out a long sigh and said, "As the head of the clan, you are hopelessly stupid."

He took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and pulled back the hilt of his sword.

His skinny fingers could no longer grasp the enemy's sharp sword, blood gushed out from the hollow in his abdomen, and Feng Tingjian fell in a pool of blood, weak like a kite with a broken string.

The so-called mantis is like a cart, but that's all.

Nan Yanqi flicked the blood on the sword, intending to move forward, but another scimitar was already blocked in front of him.

"Let them go! Or I'll kill you!" Ren Lan screamed with all her strength, her voice was hysterical, as if it came from a stranger.The usually gentle and reserved eyes were wide open because of hatred, and the canthus of the eyes was completely cracked.

"The mantis is like a chariot, you can't even handle my move." Nan Yanqi said coldly, squinting at Feng Tingjian who was lying at his feet, "Your great patriarch has already committed suicide, do you want to be buried with him? "

"Stop...!" Lu Zhengqiu's voice sounded from behind Ren Lan.

He was bruised and still struggling to stand up.

Lu Dongqing took a step ahead, grabbed his shoulders and pressed lightly: "Master, you are hurt so badly, don't move anymore."

"holly……"

"Let me go." Lu Dongqing stood up instead of him, and stopped in front of Master and Yue Baiyu.

Nan Yanqi cast his eyes on him like a sharp knife: "Little devil, you don't want to die?"

Lu Dongqing met his gaze directly, and said in a deep voice, "As long as I have my life, I won't let you go any further."

Nan Yanqi sized him up again, and said with a sneer, "Do you know what your beloved master did?"

Lu Dongqing immediately replied: "No matter what he has done, I will never let you hurt him."

"Do you have that ability?"

"You can try it."

Although the young man was unarmed, his gaze was unusually calm, with that stubborn energy, it seemed that even if the world was overturned, he would not be able to move even a little bit.

Ren Lan also retreated to his side, side by side with him, raised the scimitar in her hand and pointed at the opposite enemy: "Even if it is a mantis arm, it will never be easily broken by you."

Nan Yanqi raised his head slightly, glanced at the mess behind the two of them, finally closed his eyes, and sighed dully.

Suddenly a puff of black smoke rose from the river bank.

Black smoke rose from the soles of Nan Yanqi's feet and spread rapidly. The bitter smoke mixed into Lu Dongqing's eyes, making his eye sockets sour and his vision blank.

He quickly understood that this was the other party's conspiracy. He was afraid that the other party was cheating secretly, so he quickly retreated a few steps to the side of Master and Bai Yu, pricking up his ears, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The black smoke gradually dissipated and nothing happened.

Nan Yanqi was no longer on the river bank, and there was no one on the river bank, and the box placed in the boat awning was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a lone boat still tossing in the waves.

No one could see exactly where Nan Yanqi went. There were cliffs on both sides of the bank, and raging waves ahead. How could he cross the Ganyi River and disappear into the vast night out of thin air?Could it be that people in the Demon Cult really have evil powers to protect their bodies and evil gods to help them?

No matter what the facts are, right now, they have no spare energy to investigate the whereabouts of the demon cult messenger.

Ren Lan squatted down beside Feng Tingjian, staring blankly at the pool of blood under her master. The blood merged into a river, deeper and wider than the Ganyi River, running across her life, separating the past and the future clearly. Open, can never be closed again.

She gently lifted Feng Tingjian's shoulders and called out softly, "Master."

Feng Tingjian moved his eyelids and slowly opened his tired eyes, but this movement was meaningless, as there was still only an empty darkness in his eyes.

He raised his hand in the air, groped around as if he was looking for something, and murmured: "Baiyu, Baiyu——"

"Baiyu she...she was not injured." Ren Lan replied.She glanced at the unconscious girl beside her, and forced herself to swallow the choking in her voice.

Feng Tingjian's lips moved, his pale fingers fell slowly, and he said in a thin voice: "Alan, Master is too confused, Master is sorry."

After hearing these words, Ren Lan finally broke down in tears: "No, it's my fault. It's because I failed to solve Master's problems that I pushed Master into such a situation. I'm so useless..."

Feng Tingjian turned to hold Ren Lan's hand, his five fingers could no longer exert any strength, and he could only rest on her fingertips in vain: "You are a very good disciple, but you just met a failed master. I have known for a long time...my brothers and sisters are much better than me. But they...one was buried in the sea of ​​fire, and the other was exposed to the city gate...For nine years, I have repeatedly asked the gods why it wasn't me who they took away ...If I could replace them...and die nine years ago, how wonderful it would be..."

Ren Lan shook her head desperately, with tears streaming down her clothes: "How could it be, you have paid so much for the people of the clan. In the past nine years, without your protection, our homeland would have been torn apart..."

Feng Tingjian's brows and eyes gradually opened, as if finding some relief in the boundless pain, he finally closed his five fingers, held Ren Lan's hand, and murmured: "From now on, the Yushan clan will be handed over to you and Qiming. "

"Master, Master, don't go..."

"I'm sorry, Master is too tired and can't hold it anymore." He raised his head slightly, as if looking at the sky above his head with a pair of blind eyes, "Take good care of Baiyu... My senior brother once said that I hope she can Fly high and far, with the breeze as the wings, soaring upwards, free and unrestrained..."

Ren Lan was stunned, and finally understood the origin of the name 'Fuyao Qingfeng'. How many hopes and expectations were carried in the simple four words, but the immature wings could not bear the burden after all, and fell into an invisible cage.

At the end of the mountain, the sky gradually turns pale.

The night is coming to an end, dreams are going to be broken, people are going to die.

In the silence, a long cry suddenly sounded.

Ren Lan raised her head blankly, a pair of pure white wings passed her vision, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"That's... a mysterious bird?"

Under the dark blue sky, a pair of wings are almost transparent, and three tail feathers sweep across the clouds, dragging out a mottled trail, like the remaining fragments of sunlight.

The black bird circled and passed overhead, leaving behind a high-pitched and ethereal cry.

As if mourning, as if weeping, as if remembering the afterglow of the past.

It seems to be praying, it seems to be looking forward to, it seems to be singing the glory of the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Tingjian opened his eyes wide for the last time. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it. The sound was like a gust of wind gently brushing against his eyelids.

His lips moved, and he said slowly: "God, please punish me, but please forgive her and continue to bless her..."

Xuanniao didn't answer, it just stretched its wings, gradually drifting away, and its figure disappeared at the end of the sky.

At the last moment of his life, the gods still did not speak, but silently watched the sorrows and joys of the world.

Feng Tingjian let out a soft sigh, his tired eyes finally closed and never opened again.