Chu Qi turned around, deliberately widened his eyes with a fierce look, and said to the young thief behind him: "I've told you several times, don't follow me in Moji, I still have to hurry."
"Xiaoxia, let me serve you from now on. How about you teach me a few unique moves? A flower on the river and lake road, Jin Gelanrong is the same family."
(Jin, Ge, Lan, and Rong refer to the four professions of the martial arts in general. Jin refers to Kanyu’s fortune-telling and metaphysics, Ge refers to the liars in the martial arts, Lan refers to gambling, and Rong refers to theft.)
"Thieves have their ways, and a gentleman does what he does and what he doesn't do. You'd better wash your hands in a golden basin today and find a living job after you go home. Next time I see you being a thief, I'll beat you up."
Yes, do you believe it?"
The young man smiled teasingly, "Are you going to help me meet my family in heaven?"
After the young man finished speaking, he glanced at Chu Qi with a ghostly look, turned around and walked slowly...
"orphan……?"
Hearing this, Chu Qi's eyes instantly filled with tears, and he felt a sting in his heart... We share the same fate, and he was filled with compassion. He stood there rubbing his palms, not knowing what to do?
Chu Qi calmed down and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, wait a minute..."
The young man's footsteps seemed to pause, but he did not stop or look back.
Chu Qi hurriedly rushed forward in two strong steps and grabbed the young man's sleeves hard... The young man turned back and glanced at him, his face already filled with tears. But he didn't pay attention to him, but swung his arms vigorously, asking for help.
Break free from his hand.
With a sound of "tsk la...", the sleeves of the boy's clothes were pulled down by the two of them.
Chu Qi clutched his sleeves in his hands and froze on the spot, staring blankly at the boy's exposed arms... The snow-white arms were covered in scars, full of black and red scars, old and new, and the new wounds were still stained with blood.
mottled.
Chu Qi's character collapsed in an instant, and tears flooded down his face... The young man sobbed and ran over, gently wiping Chu Qi's tears with the back of his hand, "Don't cry, Master! I don't feel any pain..."
…
The afternoon sun stretched the silhouettes of the two traveling companions very long...
"You can't always call me Young Master, I have a name, Chu Qi." Chu Qi murmured with embarrassment on his face.
"The seventh day of the lunar month? What an interesting name. Is it your birthday?"
"Well, more or less, you look very good-looking, just like the person in the painting. So what's your name?"
"Um, um... Master, please call me Yao'er." The young man blushed and lowered his head, hesitatingly saying.
"Yao'er..."
"Hey..." Chu Qi felt that Yao'er's lingering sound was like the chirping of a bird, which was really nice.
"You can't call me Young Master from now on. It's just nice to call me Chu Qi."
"Well...Seventh brother."
"Hey!" Chu Qi imitated Yao'er's voice perfectly.
"Hahaha……"
The clear and hearty laughter of the two teenagers echoed in the wind withered grass and willows.
"Brother Qi, I can feel that you are a chivalrous and kind-hearted person."
"Brother, my six roots are impure when I enter a temple. I don't have enough ruthlessness to join a pack of wolves. I can't be considered a good person."
Chu Qi paused for a moment, looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and asked: "Yao'er, you said that the dead are happy in heaven and heaven is also beautiful. How do you know?"
"I would rather believe..." Yao'er's eyes were wet.
"Everything alive will eventually die, right?" Chu Qi was immersed in his own inexplicable sadness...
Yao'er suddenly tugged on Chu Qi's lapel, and said with a slightly stern expression: "Come with me, I'll give you a surprise!"
Yao'er led Chu Qi, quickened his pace, and headed straight to the south of the town.
After walking for nearly half an hour, the two of them arrived at the wilderness in the south of the town. Looking around, they saw an endless stretch of Gobi Desert, sparsely growing some tamarisk, camel thorn, ephedra and other drought-tolerant plants.
Yao'er put his index finger into his mouth and blew a whistle. As soon as the whistle fell, there was a sudden sound of horse's neighing, a puff of dust and smoke rose in the distance, and with the rapid sound of horse's hooves, a strong maroon horse
The horse is like a whirlwind, coming...
"It's called Hua'er, and it's Fa Xiao who accompanied me when I grew up."
As Yao'er spoke, he stepped forward and gently stroked the horse's back. Then he rode on the horse's back with one leg and very deftly. He stretched out his hand to Chu Qi and said, "Come on! Brother Qi, let Hua'er witness you."
Let’s have a legendary journey!”
…
Yu Mei suddenly decided to retreat to the Xuanyu Peak Snow Mountain in the grasslands of the Western Regions instead of going to Kunlun Kongxuan Sect to pay homage. She had her own reasons - her "heart sense" smelled dangerous information.
"There are no permanent allies, only permanent interests."
What is the ultimate goal of the mysterious Kunlun Kongxuan Sect? It makes Yu Mei feel deeply wary.
…
"Lao Dao" stood in the icy mist, watching the demonic men and horses drifting away. He was not surprised by Yu Mei's change of mind.
As a special messenger, "Lao Dao" has his own mission. He cannot mix personal emotions into safeguarding the interests of a certain party.
All he could do was give most of the Kunlun Kongxuan Sect's supplies for this reinforcement operation to Yu Mei.
"The mountains will remain green and the water will always flow. We will see you again in the future, the Great Protector."
"Lao Dao" smiled uncertainly and handed him off.
The people and horses in the Demon Realm moved slowly because there were some hungry people fleeing famine mixed in the marching team.
Not long after Yu Mei led her troops out of the capital, she often saw people dying of hunger on the roadside. Starving people were everywhere. Their indifference, helplessness, and lifeless expressions made her feel pity. She sent an order to Su Hanting.
Reduce the team's rations every day and try to help the hungry people along the way.
When the hungry people who had left their homes saw that they had food to eat, they were like drowning people grasping for life-saving straws. Everyone knelt down and kowtowed in thanksgiving.
When Yu Mei saw this, her heart softened, and she had no choice but to agree to the hungry people following the team. Along the way, more and more hungry people gathered together, supporting the elderly and the young. In just half a month, the team's food rations were scarce and urgent.
Out of helplessness, Yu Mei had no choice but to grit her teeth and order some horses to be killed to satisfy her hunger and meet her urgent need.
Yan Mei's approach was also opposed by some people, led by Su Hanting. She did not explain or clarify, but just coldly said: "The objection is invalid, continue to implement."
She knew in her heart, "As long as we help them survive this winter, they will have hope of survival. There is no other good medicine to relieve suffering, only hope."
Riding slowly on horseback, Yumei stretched out lazily while bathing in the warm winter sun. Her thoughts followed the bright sunshine and entered her reverie——
What exactly is the artifact of the Blade of Time? Is time energy of consciousness or material energy?
People feel the passage of time and the washing of years through memory, which determines the existence of time. In other words, the three-dimensional time flows in a single direction.
If time is generated by consciousness, then it should flow in both directions. In other words, the creation respects God as the time that flows in the opposite direction, and is locked on a space-time lock. So, will the blade of time be the key to opening the space-time lock?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of Ke Yue. From "Master Qingyun's" injury story, she learned that Ke Yue's body had recovered as before, because the person who cut off his arm was Ke Yue.
"What is the secret of the Blade of Time that Ke Yue holds?"
If the blade of time is the key to unlocking the lock of time and space, then Ke Yue is the treasure box that holds the key.
In the three-dimensional world, even if Ke Yue's body dies and collapses, it is impossible to open the treasure box and obtain the key. Only by breaking into the spiritual dimension of her mind and soul can the secrets she masters be obtained.
This thought actually made Yu Mei frown for a moment, not knowing how to solve this puzzle.