Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 272

Chu Fei smiled happily, and took it. Qin Changge went over and bandaged him himself, but Chu Feihuan only looked at the explosion, with a pale face and cold eyes.

Before the gunpowder smoke is exhausted, a deep pit has vaguely appeared in the ground. There is blood in the pit, and there are vaguely broken flesh and limbs.

But couldn't tell whose it was.

Qin Changge sighed suddenly, and said softly, "Actually, it's not you I want to kill..."

Chu Feihuan covered his shoulders, stared at the ground, and said leisurely: "Replace with your body, even if you die, you will have no regrets, kindness? Love?"

In the deep pit, there is a beautifully shaped hand, strangely unstained by blood and loess, still maintaining the whiteness and slenderness of the master before life, maintaining a gesture of picking and brushing away, gently pointing to the side.

Front side, in the dust, Yinli squirmed, struggled to cough up blood and got up.

The Thunderbolt from Zhongchuan, which has been improved by famous craftsmen, is better than the Thunderbolt. Finally, in the first use, it exerted its unparalleled power and nearly wiped out the top experts in the world.

Ban Yan died and Yin Li was injured.

It was supposed to be the other way around, and Ban Yan had time to back away, but at that moment she chose to continue to catch it. In fact, even if she took it, she still had time to let go, as long as she didn't care about Yinli's life or death.

But she can never do it.

She suddenly discovered that Qin Changge had stuffed that thing all over Yinli's body.

There was no hesitation in Ban Yan's choice.

At the last moment, she quickly brushed all the thunderbolts off Yinli's body, and then pushed him out.

In an instant, life and death alternate.

Who plucked the string of fate many years ago, ending the story of life and death with a desolate ending.

Yin Li fell to the dust, that moment was not enough after all, Ban Yan didn't have time to pick off the last thunderbolt sticking to his leg, his left leg was blown off, and the blood soaked the snow-colored layer on the ground. loess.

But he didn't know the pain, he just stared blankly at the hand that was still pointing in his direction until his death, and he recalled in a trance many years ago, in that nameless village, the person he met was punished for violating taboos and his whole family was punished, and he was also thrown into poisonous insects. In the valley, a dying little girl cried day and night.

He was in the valley at that time, borrowing the flying poisonous insects all over the sky, he was irritated by the hundreds of poisons he was practicing, and the kung fu that he could not break through. When the girl was thrown in, she landed on the grass not far from him Inside, all kinds of poisonous insects immediately buzzed away, looking for the fragrant smell of human body, the child's miserable cry resounded throughout the world, he didn't even open his eyelids.

He didn't know when the crying stopped, he didn't care, he only focused on his own exercises, but after a day and night he failed to break through, Yu Yu stood up, turned around and left, not wanting to see the grass move slightly, the child actually not dead.

He bent down coldly and looked at the child. Her face had been completely destroyed by the poisonous insect bites. Her face was covered with sores and black tumors. It was hideously distorted, as if it was scorched into charcoal, but her body was unscathed. When she fell, she had no clothes at all. She cried and moved the stone desperately to dig a hole, buried most of her body in the soil, and pulled weeds to cover the rest.

Appreciation flashed in his eyes - this is a smart kid, if he is nurtured well, he will become a master.

What's more, if the Hundred Poisons Dafa I practiced can't benefit, then it's good to practice poison removal and use her to test it.

He took her away and trained her to become a loyal subordinate. Over the past ten years, she created the colorful Gu sect, and gradually became an angel of Xuanzhi. Give your all, and never leave for a moment.

For more than ten years, he slowly healed her face, and when half of her face appeared, he was astonished.

Suddenly selfishness arises, why restore her appearance completely?Such a woman who is all over the country and born a genius in martial arts, a woman who practiced Yin family martial arts many years later than him, but she has practiced outstanding and innovative, even far surpassing the highest ancestor of Yin family martial arts, she is only because of her background and appearance. Because of her misery, she stayed by his cold side. If she was as beautiful as ever, she would drive the world crazy, so where would he be then?
He gave up continuing the treatment under the guise of not being strong enough. She didn't complain, but smiled and said that she finally saw what she should have looked like, and that this life was worthwhile.

She gratefully thanked him for his great kindness, and he looked at her, feeling ashamed.

During the Xuan Chi incident, I was practicing the Nine Heavens Xuan Ji Kungfu at that time, but I failed again by mistake. If she hadn't stayed in You Huo Ze for three days and three nights without retreating, there would be no children in the palace left.

At the Jieqiao meeting with Xiliang, he was cheated by Xiliang once, and fled in embarrassment among the rebellious army. If she hadn't traveled hundreds of miles to meet him brazenly, he might not have been able to return unscathed.

He didn't really save her, but she returned his life's loyalty, even her life.

Yinli coughed uncontrollably, coughing up blood foam, all these years he only knew that he was addicted to martial arts, got used to her existence, so used to not knowing how to think about everything, but at this moment he suddenly felt that his heart was gone, It was blown to pieces during the explosion just now.

There was only one huge hole left, through the cool midnight wind of blood and snow.

He looked at the hand, which was resting on the side of the pit, with an upward posture in the loess and snow, as if a person was standing on the edge of the pit, trying to climb out of the pit.

Yinli suddenly struggled and wriggled over.

A long line of blood trailed behind him.

Xiao Jue leaned forward and moved, Qin Changge stretched out his hand to stop him, the three of them looked at Yinli silently, and moved step by step towards the deep pit.

Yinli's hand finally reached the side of the pit, and he murmured happily: "Ban Yan, I'm here to save you..."

Reach out and pull vigorously.

The lack of force caused Yinli to fall down, and the injured internal organs spurted blood once again.

That snow-colored slender hand fell into Yinli's arms.

Yin Li stared blankly at the severed hand, his eyes full of sadness and disbelief.

... It seems that many, many years ago, at dusk, when the sun was shining on the long window with gauze, he hurried into her boudoir, intending to discuss matters in the palace with her.

She was dressing up at that time, with half of her long hair hanging down to cover the ghost's face. In the bronze mirror, she saw Yun Tanxiang's cheeks were fresh and beautiful. When she saw him coming in, she looked back and smiled, and her slender hands resting beside her black hair were like snow.

The startling whiteness and beauty are like a blooming lotus beside a green pool.

As if it was just a blink of an eye, the lotus flower slowly fell from the branch and withered in his arms.

Yinli caressed that hand lightly, stroking that hand that she had never touched so tenderly in her memory.

Many years ago, he listened to her cry indifferently in the Poisonous Insect Valley. Many years later, at the moment of the explosion, he heard her whispering to him: "From..."

There was only time to say one word.

Are you calling your own name, or are you telling him, from now on, you and me, leave.

Yinli coughed lowly, tilted his head and coughed the blood foam into the dust, he didn't want a trace of blood to stain the jade-colored catkin in his arms.

He held the broken hand tightly in his arms, struggling to jump into the pit, and restrain the rest of Ban Yan's corpse.

Qin Changge stared at him and waved his hand silently. Immediately, a subordinate of Huangmeng wanted to help pick it up, but Yinli swung it away vigorously. He didn't look at anyone, rolled into the pit with difficulty, took off his coat The robe was spread flat on the ground, and the skinny fingers groped in the pit little by little. Every time they touched a bit of bone, they carefully picked off the dirt and put it on the robe.

At some point, the rain stopped, and in the dark sky, only snowflakes swirled and fell, falling into the loess, black smoke, blood and white bones, and disappeared instantly.

The hailstones were smaller and flew down thinly, sounding like the footsteps of a woman wearing a tinkle ring, walking away in lotus steps.

Under the sky, in the snow, under the gazes of hundreds of people, the high priest of Nanmin, who was once powerful and in charge of a country, fell down in the cold and dirty mud pit like no one else, and took the flesh and blood of the woman who had been with him for half his life. Pay attention to restraint one by one.

When she was there, he never looked back on him. After she left, he knew how much he cared, but it was too late.

But it doesn't matter, in the future, I will have a long, long time with you, almost eternity.

Yin Li silently pursed his lips, collected the flesh and blood into a pile, put it in his arms, looked up at the flying snow in the sky like a woman dancing lightly, gradually drifting away, and in the distance, night birds wailing, passing over the empty mountain.

Then he let go, sat in the pit, closed his eyes, and said lightly, "Bury it."

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the sixth year of Qianyuan, the unnamed town resurged. In a well-planned assassination operation against the top decision-makers in Xiliang, the two major forces in Nanmin put aside their previous suspicions and joined forces to set up a large formation, dig tunnels, and deploy Phantom poison, heavy nets, intending to assassinate the emperor of Xiliang in the treacherous town, but in the end, the halberd fell into the sand, the entire army of the Color Gu Sect was destroyed, more than half of the Shui family suffered casualties, Shui Jingchen escaped in the pursuit of the army, and Xuanzhi Palace The angel Banyan was killed, and the high priest Yinli died of a broken heart.

That night of flying snow and ice, there were countless deaths and injuries. After the army finally broke through the formation and rushed into the town, they massacred the Nanmin people who had not escaped in time. It entered the thin ice, turned into red crystals, and stained the soldier's black boots, leaving bloody footprints step by step.

That night, the mountain wind was howling, the snow was howling, and the people who were fighting or fleeing were howling. However, in the center of the town, there was a quietest place where a man and a woman who once dominated the world were permanently buried.

The Xuanchi Palace, which Nanmin people regard as a god, has since ceased to exist like that country, and the former spiritual leader in the hearts of Nanmin survivors was buried in obscurity in this abandoned town without a name.

The ancient garrison was dark, the wilderness was vast, and the wind rushing from the distant mountains swept away those swords, lights, swords, life, death, and glory, and then shattered all the dreams written with puzzles.

On that day, there was still a conversation and a scene that remained forever in the blood-stained ruins.

The snow is gone, the sun is rising, and the last ray of sunlight is projected on the two people standing side by side.

"……sorry."

"What are you sorry for me?"

(End of this chapter)