Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 38

However, he knew better that no one would come.

A small town on the plateau is rarely visited by people, but here is a place in the customs and diplomacy. Passers-by are in a hurry, running in the direction of the home with a warm fire. There is warmth and longing on the face. When waiting to knock on the door, you can see the missing The long-awaited smile.

These warmth and beauty, he once had.

It's just now, but I don't know where it is left.

He is a child abandoned by the world. He has no place to complain about the ruthlessness and desolation of fate. He can only caress the pain all over his body, waiting for God to give him the most logical ending in the cold winter wind on the plateau.

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The wadding and flying cotton are densely woven into a net, spinning, whistling, and pressed down heavily.

He has already lost all feelings of cold, hunger, and pain. Instead, he has gradually developed a sense of warmth. He has never turned to the fire, but he feels warm.

He knew that he was about to freeze to death, and people who freeze to death would feel hot before dying.

Everyone in the place where he lived knew this truth.

He felt sleepy, his eyelids were as heavy as iron, and drooped intermittently.

He desperately pinched his wound, the severe pain made him tremble slightly, but the drowsiness dispelled somewhat.

Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep...

Once asleep, is dead.

He doesn't want to die yet.

When he was dragged out of the door, his mother chased after her crying, she was kicked and fell to the ground, still struggling on the ground, crawling to pull him, he was trying to break free like crazy, but how could a young boy be able to fight against him? Stronger than a grown man?

Mother crawled all the way over and kowtowed to them. She couldn't say anything, but begged over and over again: "He won't...he won't...he won't...please, please you……"

She knocked out blood, her forehead was swollen and purple, and her face was muddy, mixed with tears, her formerly beautiful face was beyond recognition.

Someone went to pull her and tore off her skirt...

He screamed in grief and indignation, but was dragged out of the door even more vigorously.

He couldn't see what happened to his mother, he begged the people around to see, he was dragged past everyone, he kept stretching out his hand to grab people's ankles, begging them to see his mother, and everyone They all avoided him with disgust and indifference, as if seeing a ghost.

What did he do wrong?
Is survival also a mistake?

...cannot die.

to go back.

To know what happened to my mother.

He bit his wound fiercely, and the bite was even worse. He raised his head amidst the blood flow, and swore to the sky that seemed to be clouded forever:

As long as he can survive, he must live a better life than anyone else, be happy, chic, and happy!

He wants to work harder and live out 12 willful.

He would trample under his feet those who had hurt him and his mother, crushing their heads.

It's like they broke his fingers one by one...

He cannot die.

But he was dying.

The loss of blood will also hasten the coming of death.

His consciousness is getting heavier and heavier, while his body is getting lighter and lighter.

He is not reconciled...

But the sound of horseshoes was heard.

A series of rapid, powerful hoofbeats.

In his hazy consciousness, he thought, he must be a passerby returning late again, running towards his own light, how could he have time to pay attention to the dying person on the corner of the street?

The hoofbeats suddenly stopped.

He struggled to open his eyes.

On the empty road, a huge black horse with extraordinary steeds has almost occupied the entire field of vision. The horse's front hooves are raised high, its mane is flying violently, and the man on the horse is suddenly looking back.

Looking back at that, it illuminated the rest of his life.

From then on, it will forever be frozen in the memory of the boy crying blood.

Looking back at that time, the gorgeous Lingxiao flowers bloomed in the sky, fragrant the ends of the world.

Like a huge light, it shone into the dark and crying street corner of the boy.

He saw her turn her head, frown, and get off her horse.

Seeing her inspecting his wounds in person without fear of filth.

I saw her instructing her subordinates to wipe his body with ice and snow, apply medicine to him, send him to the inn, first use warm porridge, then use ginseng soup, and treat him carefully.

He saw her holding his wrist, her expression was calm, but she was pointing and darting, using wonderful techniques to treat him, so that he would not be disabled and achieve today's glory.

She seemed very busy, in a hurry, and tired, but she still got off the horse and made a move. After his life was safe, she left her men to take care of him and the money for his living. He took the money, But he has never used it. When the past bites the pain in his heart, he takes it out, and caresses the fine silk dimples on the snowflake silver. The cold touch reminds him of the snowy night many years ago... In a flash, it is gone. ten years.

Years later, when he became famous, he tried again and again to look back at the moment that changed his life, and described it carefully with ink, but failed countless times, because he couldn't paint because of his mood, that was the god in his life, this The extraordinary pen can be freehand, until that day... When the news came, he drank all the fine wine in the cellar overnight, and swiped his pen angrily after getting drunk. Painting, and finally got three points of her charm.

Since then, the painting has been hung in the study every day and has become the only treasure in his life.

And tonight, he went to see her.

Suxuan's eyes changed, he looked at the woman in front of him, in recent years, he often went to see her, but he always went alone, never invited anyone to accompany him, and he didn't think anyone was worthy to stand in front of her, but Today, however, like a ghost, he extended an invitation, and when the words came out, he himself was taken aback, but it was too late to take them back.

He doesn't intend to take it back, he has always been responsible for his words and deeds, even if they are wrong.

Along the way, he was always thinking, why would he do such a ridiculous thing for himself who seems to be loose but actually cautious?However, at that moment, the back view of her turning away actually caused his heart to move, as if some long-standing memory came back at that moment, knocking on his will, making the invitation blurt out.

He smiled softly.

It doesn't matter, since it's here, it's also predestined.

The horse's hooves sounded sharply, and Huihui neighed.

He looked up and said with a smile: "The mountain road is rugged, horses can't walk, let's walk."

Suxuan took Qin Changge's finger and ran on the rugged mountain road.

A handsome and unrestrained gentleman, Suxuan, who was rumored to be romantic but not obscene, indeed only lightly grasped Qin Changge's plain fingers with his outstretched hand. Where the fingertips intersected, a warm current surged in. Qin Changge felt as light as Yan, ready to fly.

It's really a strange feeling. After 23 years, she, who was young and peerless, vaguely had such skills. Who did Suxuan learn from?Can it be compared with the outstanding disciples of Qianjue Sect?
The moonlight is like water, and the sky is full of stars, reflecting each other, Jinbo Yinhan, floating sky without shore, frosty and white moonlight pouring down like milk, illuminating dense forests, winding mountain roads, men and women in white clothes, flying together, like floating in the East China Sea Cha'an is born in the period, accompanied by the green calyx and green flowers in Nanshan, and the haze drifting in the clouds and mountains.

Not long after, Suxuan stopped without blushing or panting, raised his head slightly, and said, "Here we are."

Shang Mountain is the highest mountain in the outskirts of Yingdu.

It is famous for its main peak shaped like a wine glass.

Shangshan faces Yashui, and Yashui is the great river in Yingdu, which flows through dozens of states and counties. At this time, everything is silent, and a solitary moon hangs high above the solitary peak, shining thousands of miles, all on the water in front of the peak. It's close, as if you can step into the middle of the moon, and the wind blows at night, rolling up thousands of waves, beating the blue and black mountain rocks, and you can faintly hear it on the top of the mountain.

Su Guang pointed away, on the top of Jue Peak, men and women in light clothes stood silently, Su Xuan bowed his head slightly, with a calm and mournful expression, watching the vast river flowing eastward, the vast expanse of blue waves, mountains and precipices, all under his feet calmly , this moment the moonlight is cold, the moonlight is frosty white, reflecting his long snow-like figure, black hair blowing in the wind, and his slightly sad delicate brows, his posture of looking down at the water, is infinitely elegant.

He looked at a protruding place at the very top of the peak, with an expression of infinite reminiscence and melancholy, but he did not take a step forward.

The wind blew away the clothes, and Suxuan took out the jug from his bosom. As soon as he opened the lid, there was an indescribably mellow aroma of the wine. The famous wine "Wanshichun" brewed by Fujian with peerless rare treasures and top-secret technology.

This wine is hard to come by, countless people only hear its name, and never see it once in their lifetime.

However, Su Xuan didn't seem to know that the wine was precious at all, just smiled lightly, and slowly poured the wine down the cliff.

He said softly: "Under the whole world, you are the number one, and the wisdom of heaven and gods are beyond my generation. Only by taking Vientiane as a few, Liuhe as a case, the world as a felt, and Qingshan as a cup, can you be worthy of your glory." Gu, drink slowly and carefully, now there is only one bottle of fine wine, now with the spring of eternity, pour it into the water of Yingdu, and the fragrance of a river of wine, into your cup of thousands of mountains, I only wish to change you above the clouds, between the blue sky , look back with a smile, raise your eyebrows with a drink... please, please."

Qin Changge listened with a smile on one side of his hands behind his back, but said in his heart, with a big tone, a river of water is used as wine, and thousands of mountains are used as wine, just for that benefactor... Who is this, who is worse than my previous life? prestige?
His eyes turned to the top of the Juefeng that Suxuan had been watching but never approached. It was a protruding solitary cliff, dangerously hanging above the river, shaped like a jade hairpin, on the top of the "hairpin", something could be vaguely seen , faintly flashing.

Suxuan poured out the wine, turned around, saw what she was looking at, slightly puzzled, and said: "Her remains are buried there, a thousand years of black jade, and iron from the sea, no one will ever destroy her in this life burial place."

At this time, the moonlight was moving westward, and it shone on the shining place. Only then did Qin Changge see clearly that it was a sculpture like a lotus seat. There were strange patterns in the heart of the lotus, which did not seem to be the style of Xiliang. Xu stopped, and said: "The rock where I buried her bones is different from other places. It is extremely slippery, and the rock is narrow. Back then, I almost fell myself... You must not go there."

Qin Changge gave up with a smile, but saw Suxuan sitting on the ground, took out a purple bamboo flute from his arms, closed his eyes and closed his lips, and the sound of the flute lingered between the Lengyue Gufeng. Whirling and flying, piercing the clouds and plundering electricity, it is a song "Phoenix in the Sky".

(End of this chapter)