Xie Fu didn't see her face. He didn't know what Duanmuci's expression was at that moment. All he saw was her moist, silky black hair.
Xie Fu turned his head. Although he knew very well that Duanmu Ci was naked at the moment, the strange thing was that he felt extremely calm inside.
The night was so quiet, the only sound was the ticking sound of water drops falling on Xie Fu's face. Some were cold, some were slightly warm, probably they were sliding down her cheeks.
The two of them were in a silent stalemate. Duanmuci hoped that Xie Fu would come up with a reasonable explanation and just ignore the matter as if it had never happened, but Xie Fu remained silent.
"Do you think I won't kill you?"
Duanmuci's voice came from above, it sounded like a joke, but her voice was as cold as thousand-year-old ice that could never be fused.
Xie Fu's heart sank, and she felt that even she could be killed. She was nothing special, and she was not very important in her heart.
Xie Fu said tremblingly: "Are you willing to take action?"
Duanmuci could feel his loss and sadness, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she couldn't say she was reluctant to let him go. He was like a prairie fire burning towards her like a prairie fire. She kept putting it out, but she couldn't.
She knew that once she stopped putting out the fire, she would die in a sea of flames that would never be recovered, and one day Xie Fu would also endure the pain of being burned by the fire all the time.
I am the person you hate the most in this world, the person you hate to kill with ease. How could you...
Duanmuci squatted down and placed his palms gently on Xie Fu's back. It was as gentle as a lover's caress, but Xie Fu could feel the infuriating energy that was ready to go out.
"Say, say something!"
Duanmuci's voice was tearful, as if angry, mad, and threatening.
Master Duanmuci actually wanted to kill him, but his heart hurt so much that he couldn't feel it. He smiled slightly, but didn't say a word.
"Fu'er, what are you talking about?"
Duanmuci's voice had a sense of cowardice that she couldn't deal with, and it also contained a bit of pleading, begging Fu Xie not to force her.
"Master Duanmuci, I know it's not possible, but I can't control my heart. I think I am... I am... liking you." At the end of his words, Fu Xie looked like a shy young man.
I like you in just three words.
Duanmu Ci's head exploded, but he was furious: "You are looking for death!" He slapped Fu Xie on the back with a heavy palm.
Xie Fu felt the energy and blood surge inside his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Duanmu Ci felt as if she had been stabbed deeply in the heart, but her face was as cold as frost, and it was absolutely impossible for her to express it firmly.
Duanmuci put on plain pants and clothes indifferently, not even looking at the motionless man lying on the ground.
Master Xie felt extremely sad in his heart. Master Duanmuci was really willing to do this to me. He moved his body, turned over, looked at Duanmuci's cold side face, and called out, "Master Duanmuci."
Duanmuci lowered his eyes but did not look at him, indifferently not caring about his life or death.
This made Xie Fu filled with grief and anger: "Duanmu Ci, I not only like you, but I also love you, I love you!" Xie Fu almost roared out the last three words, and all the passionate love he had accumulated for a long time poured out.
Duanmu Ci was very cold and indifferent, which made Xie Fu look like a ridiculous clown shouting.
She raised her arm and hit Xie Fu's chest with an unparalleled force. Xie Fu's body was pushed directly on the grass for several feet. With a "wow" sound, another mouthful of blood spurted out and he fainted.
It is quite now!
Duanmuci closed her eyes and remained motionless. She wanted Xie Fu to never dare to say those three words.
It was quiet, she didn't want to hear those three words, these three words made her heart turn upside down and made her entangled and painful.
As the night passed, her heart slowly calmed down, and her cold face showed the same smile as before.
My dear, gentle lady, you are just impulsive. You have no idea what you want and how much pain you will endure.
Master, help you and help you not to embark on this path of no return.
Duanmuci was about to put on the Taoist robe, when he realized that the Taoist robe was still in Xie Fu's hand. He looked at it, walked over, and squatted down gently, "Fu'er..."
His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, just like that time on the top of the mountain.
Duanmuci reached out and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his long white fingers, wiped the dirt on his face with his palm, and ruffled the messy hair on his forehead, so that he did not look embarrassed at all, and he was a majestic man.
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"Fu'er, does it hurt? Master, I'm in pain too."
Duanmuci lowered his eyes as he spoke, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gently went to pick up the Taoist robe that was spread around Fu Xie.
However, the Taoist robe was tightly grasped by something. The moment he gently opened the Taoist robe, his face turned as white as paper, and his delicate body could not help but tremble slightly.
I saw Fu Xie holding her Taoist robe tightly with both hands. One of his hands was holding a torn hole in her Taoist robe. Half of the long hole had been sewn shut. The other hand was holding a piece of robe.
Twine, one end of the twine is a ground very fine stone needle.
turn out to be……
Duanmuci understood everything at once.
Her chest was trembling violently, and she felt like she was suffocating. Crystal tears escaped from her red eyes. Even when she was writing the seal to her junior sister, she never shed a single tear.
Duanmuci murmured on his lips: "You did it on purpose, you did it on purpose, you just want to make me soft-hearted and break my heart. You can... you can... you can't! You can't!"
Duanmu Ci lost his mind and muttered to himself, and suddenly he raised his black hair, which reached to his waist and hips, in front of his body. In a flash of golden light, his black hair was cut off at shoulder length.
Duanmuci threw the broken hair hard, and the broken hair spread in the air. The gentle and graceful hair strands representing the woman were scattered in the mountains and forests, no longer tied to her owner.
Then there was another flash of golden light, and in an instant her flawless porcelain face was stained with blood. The wet drops of water and the blood from the wound gathered together, moistening things silently from her pretty face like a trickle.
The chin dropped.
There is a little cinnabar between the brows, which is as cold and holy as before, but the blood-red face is like a broken petal, but there is a heart-breaking determination.
Duanmuci put on his Taoist robe, picked up Fu Xie, and walked back to the cave on the grass.
Fu'er, if you can't do it, master can help you.
Under the night wind, the loose Taoist robes were still flowing and elegant, and the fairy posture remained the same, but the gentle and graceful black hair that reached to the waist and hips became a short section.
The broken hair seems to be less burdensome and floats more lightly in the breeze.
…
When Master Xie opened his eyes, he felt groggy, his whole body ached and he had no strength at all. His first thought was that Master was really unwilling to kill me.
Master, I knew you were reluctant to let go. You are so gentle and so kind to me.
Although his body was severely injured, Xie Fu was overjoyed to get this confirmation.
She is not unimportant in her heart.
"Fu'er, eat something."
A familiar gentle voice came, and Master Xie felt warm in his heart. Master really threatened me. If I work harder, I will definitely be able to impress Master. I don’t care who you are. I just love you. There are only two of us here.
If I can't love you, my life will be meaningless.
What caught Xie Fu's eyes was a pair of hands holding a stone bowl.
The fingers are white and slender and full of aura. Inside the stone bowl are potato noodles floating in the soup. They are steaming and have a warm taste.
"Master Duanmuci, I didn't want to peek at you taking a shower. I just wanted to sew your clothes. But you are wearing them and I can't mend them for you. I just want to give you a surprise. I have you in my heart."
, Disciple knows that Master Duanmuci, your clothes are torn."
Xie Fu didn't know why he didn't explain it then, but he couldn't wait to explain it now.
Maybe he just didn't want to explain at that time, he just wanted to test Duanmuzi's bottom line and test Duanmuzi's heart. Or maybe he was a little angry at that time.
Now I can't wait to explain, but I don't want Duanmuci to be unhappy.
Duanmuci responded calmly: "I know, you are interested, go ahead and eat."
Her care was always so plain and silent. Xie Fu took the stone bowl and glanced at her secretly.
When he saw Duanmuci's face, Xie Fu was so shocked that Shi Wan let go of his hand, "Your face!"
"your hair!"
Duanmuci smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
She was as calm and gentle as ever, but the scars on her face made her look so miserable.
Fu Xie understood everything in an instant. He couldn't restrain his grief in that moment. His eyes turned red and tears rolled down his face: "I'm sorry, the apprentice is unfilial. The apprentice deserves to die."
Duanmuci smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, I will concentrate on practicing from now on."
"I don't love you anymore, Master Duanmuci, I don't love you anymore, don't do this."
Duanmuci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his two thin lips uttered words as light as breath: "It doesn't matter, I don't care at all, as long as you, Fu'er..." You can love anyone, but not
You can love me.
"It's all my fault, and I will bear all the blame for it!"
Xie Fu stood up suddenly, drew his sword and struck his neck without any warning.
Duanmuci was horrified and put his hand on his neck. Blood escaped, but it was the blood on Duanmuci's palm.
Xie Fu was startled.
Duanmu's eyes widened, his whole body was shaking with anger, his chest was straight, he gritted his teeth and said: "You...you...you..." but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
At this time, Fu Xie was concerned about her bleeding palms, "Master Duanmuci, your hands..."
Duanmuci slapped him hard, calming down his excitement and anger a little, and screamed: "What on earth are you going to do? Do you want to make me miserable before you stop?"
Xie Fu said weakly: "I didn't."
Duanmu Ci calmly said: "You did it! Thank you, Fu, you did it." But tears silently poured out of the corners of her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.
Master Xie shook his head, "I just...I just..." He just likes someone and wants to love this person. He doesn't know where he went wrong. If the relationship between master and master is a barrier, he would rather sever the relationship.
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Fu Xie was confused and confused, and he had no idea why Master Duanmuci was so emotionally intense.
Maybe I let her down...
Perhaps it was because of his own treason...
K……
He couldn't figure it out.
"You just want me, you just want to possess me."
As he spoke, Duanmu Ci took off his Taoist robe in front of Master Xie and wore plain clothes and trousers, as white and pure as a white lily.
Xie Fu shook his head: "No! I just love you!"
"Come! I'll let you have me! But I will never love you!"
Duanmuci's words made Xie Fu's heart feel like a knife, and he buried his head and walked straight towards the entrance of the cave.
Duanmuci raised his hand to block it and said coldly: "Just for today, I won't give you this opportunity in the future."
Xie Fu roared: "I don't want it!"
After saying that, he pushed away Muci's hand and rushed out of the cave.
Duanmu Ci said calmly to the figure who rushed out of the cave: "I will cook you a bowl of noodles again."
…
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
I have never seen you before this, and after this, I cannot live without you.
If you can see someone you miss, even if you can't get him, you will have no regrets in this life.
The sun was setting over the stream, and Fu Xie looked at the figure working in the fields from a distance. She looked like an immortal master and a peasant woman, a sister and a wife, a stranger in the world of mortals, and a peasant woman.
A close relative.
She was so far away, yet seemed so close, and her long shadow seemed to spread all the way to his side, casting on his heart.
Xie Fu lowered his head and began to draw secretly, secretly drawing the Duanmu Ci in his heart. He could only secretly express the love in his heart in this way and secretly release the love in his heart.
The seed of love has long been planted in his heart. Since more than a year ago, this seed has not withered. Instead, it has sprouted and grown into a towering tree with the nourishment of time. With the atrium as the root, the branches and leaves are entwined around every part of his body.
An inch of blood and bone marrow.
There are infinite paintings in the world, but deep love cannot draw them.
The superb painting skills showed a lifelike and beautiful woman, but Xie Fuwei couldn't draw her face, so he wrote the word "Ci Ci" next to the painting.
Ci Ci was a term of endearment that he only dared to call out from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid that he would be haunted by it and recite it in his sleep, which would cause serious consequences.
He still loves Duanmuci, but he can't let her know.
He could only shout loudly through words.
I only dare to love you in my heart, but I cannot say it out loud.
Duanmuci turned around and looked towards Xie Fu.
Xie Fu knew that she was coming back, so he gently wiped the paintings on the ground clean.
He didn't know how many times he drew it and erased it many times, calling him from "Master Duanmuci" to "Duanmuci" to the one he most wanted to call "Cici".
I will be satisfied if I can call you "Ki Ci" in this life.
The remaining traces of paintings on the ground illuminated by the setting sun seemed to be mocking Xie Fu's cowardice.
Xie Fu wiped the painting even more cleanly, as if he had never painted anything before.
"Fu'er, what are you doing?"
Duanmuci's voice floated up, and it was as gentle as ever.
Xie Fu laughed loudly and said: "Master, here you are, what are you going to eat tonight?"
"Your favorite water shield noodles."
As night fell, the two of them ate dinner quietly at the table as before.
As before?
not necessarily.
Is it as gentle as ever?
It is only her figure that is gentle, her attitude is always gentle but there is always a hint of coldness. Over the past year or so, she has played the role of a master thoroughly, caring but not intimate, strict but tender.
And Xie Fu is also seriously playing the role of a disciple who is dedicated to practicing martial arts. Apart from practicing martial arts, he seems to have nothing else to pursue.
Duanmuci put down the stone bowl, and Xie Fu also put down the stone bowl. Neither of them said a word during the whole process.
Duanmuci looked at the clean bowl in front of Xie Fu and smiled.
Xie Fu knew she was leaving, and what followed was a night of longing for her.
Master Xie glanced at the scars on Duanmuci's face and suddenly said: "Master, who caused the scar on your shoulder blade?"
Duanmuci looked at Xie Fu and said with a smile: "He is a great person, a stalwart man, a complete manly man."
Xie Fu was surprised when he heard this, but Duanmuci turned around and left with the stone bowl and chopsticks.
