Chapter 193 Life Like Summer Flowers, Death Like Autumn Leaves
Taking advantage of the situation, he was furious and hit the man with a raised arm. He shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with that!"
The man was trembling in fear. He was trembling: "Master, the wedding party was robbed, Uncle Xia was injured, and Miss Fourth, she was kidnapped!"
It was like a thunderbolt from the sky. The sky was spinning in the wind, and he fell to the ground with an earthy face. He lost his breath for a moment. He was pressed in the middle of the body by someone, and he survived in one breath. Sadness arose in his heart, and he howled: "How could it be?"
How could it be? Xia Yuqi is a martial lord, whoever dares to rob or kidnap people."
Thinking of the Xia family blaming someone, it was like being struck by lightning: "What should happen now? Who did it? Who did it?"
"Haha, haha." But there was laughter, and everyone applauded obediently, but the steward tried his best to laugh loudly. Two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and mixed blood rushed down. The laughter was so sad, so sad, but
He was still so happy: "Master, can't you think of who it is!"
Chengshi Feng was horrified, and his throat trembled: "It's Lin Zhou! He dared to injure Xian Yuqi."
The manager smiled as he was about to die: "Don't you dare? Master, I'm afraid you don't know. When I rescued Lin Zhou last year, how seriously injured he was. There were so many injuries all over his body that it would have killed anyone else. But he survived.
, there’s nothing such a person wouldn’t dare to do.”
Yes, that kind of person dares to compete with death and dance with death, so what else can he not dare to do?
Riding the wind for a moment, hundreds of thoughts came to mind, and he laughed angrily: "This Lin Zhou, I have to meet him for a while. At best, he is just a warrior. I don't believe that he can be so powerful that he can be abandoned by heaven, and I don't believe that he can
Greater than Lord Wu."
The steward was exhausted. He revealed a hint of ridicule: "Sir, you think he is a Martial Lord. What if he is a Martial Lord? What if he is a Martial Emperor?"
Chengshi Feng rolled like a wooden chicken. Yes, what if Wu Jun was Wu Emperor. At this moment, Cheng Shi Feng felt heartbroken. If Zuo Wuzhou knew that Wu Jun was Wu Emperor, he would be willing to marry Cheng Qingwu.
Zuo Wuzhou. A son-in-law of a Martial Lord and an Emperor is more reliable than a son-in-law of a Martial Lord.
Although the steward's voice was weak, it had a sonorous meaning: "Sir, if Xiaozhou was Lord Wu and Emperor Wu, do you regret that you should have married the fourth lady to Xiaozhou?"
Chengshi Feng was struck to the point. He became angry and said: "What kind of ability he has, the most he can do is to be a Martial Lord. If he is a Martial Lord, then I will be a Martial Emperor."
The manager laughed and said, "That's not certain."
"Hit him, then break one of his legs and hang him on the flagpole to kill the chicken and make a monkey. I want to see today how much his Cheng Lao Liu's loyalty to my Cheng family is worth." Cheng Shi was furious.
Order.
"Whatever it's worth, it's worth my life at most. But it's not worth my backbone."
He was hung on the flagpole. But the steward didn't seem to be in pain at all. He was actually smiling, with tears in his eyes: "It's only the boat's cry of "you are old" that has saved my life."
Originally, he thought that Zuo Wuzhou was an eighth-grade person, but the gratitude and respect of the eighth-grade person was worthy of this dignity.
He was just a manager of a foreign village and a servant of the Cheng family. He was really not worth mentioning and nothing special. Until Zuo Wuzhou appeared. I respected him from the bottom of my heart. A big man with an eighth-level cultivation level respected him so much. With him.
Others are completely different.
Some people don’t know what they want until they die. Some people know what they want to pursue not long after they are born.
It wasn't until Zuo Wuzhou showed respect from the bottom of his heart that he knew what he really wanted. Bones and spine, nothing more.
Liuyuan Mu, he is the Martial Lord." He smiled proudly. In this world, there was a black-clothed Martial Lord who gave him backbone and dignity.
“It’s worth it.”
The Cheng family is worthy of being an aristocratic family. Even though they were in a panic, they still handled things in a relatively orderly manner. First of all, they sealed the news. Therefore, no outsiders knew about it for the time being.
Who could have imagined that someone would dare to provoke and anger Wu Zun, Wu Jun, or even a sect.
They waited for the wind to rush back to the city. They were in an extremely tense atmosphere as the outside of their house was tight and the inside was tight. The two warriors were thinking hard about how to solve the matter.
After a brief inquiry, he found out that Xia Yuqi had gone after him, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Xia Yuqi was not injured at all. Then Lin Zhou doesn't seem to be necessarily stronger than Xia Yuqi."
Xia Yuqi is a forty-eight-year-old martial master. He is not afraid of Lin Zhou if he comes."
Chengshi Feng panicked and said nothing. Cheng Taizhong angrily shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? If Lin Zhou is also a Soul Martial Master, and Xia Yuqi has only broken through for a few years, how can he be his opponent?"
"Xia Gongquan's life-long effort has been his son. If something happens to Qingwu, it will be fine. If something happens to his son, our Cheng family will have no way out." Cheng Taizhong was very angry, slapped the table, and said angrily: "That one is called Lin
Zhou, what’s going on?”
What was a happy event suddenly turned into a disaster. It is extremely rare that Cheng Taizhong did not get angry. It should be noted that Cheng Qingwu was robbed. The matter was of great importance. If it was not handled properly, it would really be a serious blow to Xia Gongquan.
Offended.
Cheng Shi Feng murmured in panic: "Lin Zhou was rescued from the river by Cheng Lao Liu a year and a half ago. Cheng Lao Liu said that when he was rescued, Lin Zhou had many terrible injuries. The man called himself Lin Zhou,
Claims to be an eighth-grade assassin. So, Qingwu will do it."
"That's enough!" Cheng Taizhong was furious: "Tell me something useful, who is he, what is his origin, what cultivation level he has, what is his background, is he a casual cultivator or something else."
The wind was blowing like a wooden chicken, and sweat was pouring down like rain. When did he know this?
Cheng Taizhong was furious. His old face was livid, he paced back and forth for a few steps, snorting coldly: "Is he really dancing with joy like this? He is so happy that he is not afraid of offending Lord Wu and Hongshui Sect!"
"What about the light dance party!"
Cheng Shifeng's face suddenly turned pale: "She will not leave with Lin Zhou. She will never leave. No matter how much Qingwu loves fun and loves novelty, it will only last for a while. She understands that she will never leave."
"This is the best. Luo Huozhong Shenwei was gloomy and terrifying, and he stamped his feet! "Get ready. Keep all the Zhichong... people under guard, and no one is allowed to escape. If Qing Wu is rescued, all of those people will..."
Cheng Taizhong was full of murderous intent, and he swung his sword decisively: "At that time, this matter must be completely sealed to prevent the news from leaking. He, Xia Gongquan, is the King of Wu, and he cannot afford to lose this face."
"What should I do if it doesn't work?" Cheng Feng said with trepidation.
"If it doesn't work, we must not hurt Xia Yuqi. Then, in order to calm down the Xia family's anger, in order to calm down this matter." Cheng Taizhong said with a frosty face: "Just"
"I will personally give Qingwu a ride. She committed suicide Zhenlie."
A white shadow, a yellow shadow; as fast as fire, as violent as oil, there is no room for a trace
.
In the prime of youth, Chengqingwu carries a delicate taste, but it is a feeling of Spring and Autumn, moved by the wind, flowers, snow and moon. Among all kinds of people and things, Chengqingwu is like carrying a hundred deer, there is always that
Endless fantasies and rich emotions...
In the heart of Chengqingwu, who loves romance, Feng'er is romantic, and Feng'er is the hand of a lover, so gentle and delicate.
But fire never wastes money. Love and romance are romantic, but blood is anything but romantic.
Finally, the white shadow stopped at this lakeside. The yellow shadow turned into a running object, chasing after it hard. It grabbed the ground with its very smart front paws, slid out a few steps, and landed on the lakeside.
Lying down in the green forest.
Master. I wish you good luck.
This is a beautiful lake. It is located in an excellent valley, where it is like spring all year round. Therefore, all around the valley, there are still bright mountain flowers and greenery.
It's exactly the same: the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. Looking at the color of the lake and mountains in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
"Qing Wu, it's me."
The Spring Valley, which has always been peaceful and peaceful for hundreds of millions of years, finally sounded a gentle word. The deep feeling in the word was just right in the beautiful scenery.
Cheng Qingwu stood gently on the ground, her whole body red, her red hijab had already drifted away in the wind. Her eyes were so confused, so isolated: "Ah, it's you."
Cheng Qingwu suddenly felt some panic in her heart. It was as if she recognized the man in front of her for the first time, and she trembled: "Who are you! You are not Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou only wears black clothes, he does not wear white clothes."
"It's me, it's really me." Zuo Wuzhou held back his emotions and held her little hand: "I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do for you. If you want me to steal the bride, I'm here."
"Let's go, I'll take you with me. Let's wander around the world together and explore the soul path together. We share joys and sorrows together, live and die together. You understand me, I understand you. I am like a rice dumpling in your body, and you are like a seed in mine.
In our body, it’s like one person, without each other, but with the same mind.”
Zuo Wuzhou stared at the sky with a dazed expression.
You don't like winter, so I'll bring you spring flowers. You want to be romantic, so I'll steal the bride. But if my hearts are together, nothing can stop us.
Dancing on the light is like a flower in the wind. It trembles and is silent. Every word is in my ears and in my heart, wandering around the world! Sharing joys and sorrows! Living and dying together!
In winter, the spring scenery is enchanting, and the mountain flowers are brilliant and colorful.
There is a man and a woman. The man is wearing a white shirt. The jade tree is facing the wind. He is the handsome young man.
The woman is wearing a bright red wedding robe, and her beauty is heavenly. She is just a shy girl waiting to be married.
White. White is dazzling, pale, pale.
Red, red like fire, like blood.
Zuo Wuzhou was so happy that he almost wanted to explode.
Cheng Qingwu's delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty face under the rouge was pale. She suddenly remembered Zuo Wuzhou's horrific injuries when they first met. Wandering around the world? Sharing joys and sorrows? Living and dying together?
Fantasy is always beautiful, but when the fantasy comes true, you suddenly realize that it may not be beautiful, and it may not be as desired.
The assassin was so tragic and tragic, so beautiful in the legends of literati and poets. But it cost his life.
How romantic and exciting it is to snatch a bride, in the mind of Huaichun Chengqingwu, there is always no turning back. But that will lead to the rest of the future life.
Winter turns to spring, so dazzling and emotional. But it only gives a momentary beauty of death, miserable and withered.
It turns out that there are some people and things that can only be allowed to wander in their thoughts.
As he tasted the sweet taste of love for the first time, every hair in his mind was excited, and every pore was blooming. The taste of spring, the taste of vitality, the taste of joy that made him want to explode, overwhelmed him.
He stood still and danced with infinite joy: "Come, follow me. I will take care of you all my life."
Seeing Cheng Qingwu's dull look, Zuo Wuzhou thought: "She must be so happy that she is stunned. She must be. I want to do something she likes."
Zuo Wuzhou smiled and waved his hands, and the green leaves and petals left the branches in the blink of an eye, flying to the sky. It was as if they were caught and wrapped by a pair of invisible hands. They came over.
Red, yellow, green, purple, and blue, the colors are colorful, they gather in the sky, complement each other, and are extremely beautiful. For a moment, it makes people doubt that it is heaven and earth, and they don't know the geometry of the world. For a moment, it makes people infatuated, and it is infinitely gorgeous.
For a moment, this place was extremely beautiful and gorgeous. It was as brilliant as spring. The colorful brilliance was just like rainbows, shining and shining on people's faces.
Riding on the light dance, I stare at the sky infatuatedly, focusing on the brilliance, the colorfulness, and the beauty of the five colors. This feeling and scene are exactly as bright as spring flowers, as bright as the autumn moon. The peach-shaped sky is shining brightly.
Its splendor.
A moment of beauty and brilliance, a moment of radiant light, a moment of poetry and picturesqueness. But it is the intertwining of strands of emotion and concern.
The bare branches and flower branches are particularly miserable and clear.
Zuo Wuzhou carried a hundred deer in his arms. He first swam in the honey juice, and then moved them around in his heart. They were filled with the sweetest fragrance everywhere. He was filled with boundless joy and expectations. This was the first time in his life that he had done this.
A bright and innocent smile.
The light dance runs like a deer. It flies like an elf. It is so beautiful among the colorful petals and fallen leaves.
As if stepping on the wind, the bright red wedding robe spins and dances, as if it is flying on the petals. The dance is like the wind, as light as the light clouds emerging from Xiu.
Cheng Qingwu smiled happily and rushed over to Zuo Wuzhou, her smile was as bright as a flower's and she said, "You are so kind!"
He is really good. He already has all the romance, novelty, adventure and excitement that Cheng Qingwu wants.
Zuo Wuzhou's handsome face flushed, "Si Zhucheng danced lightly in his arms. But he was at a loss. He was so happy that he forgot all the feelings and thought over and over again: "If she leaves, she will be there for the rest of her life.
But if I wish to have a broad life-and-death bond, I will talk to you about it. Hold your hand. I will grow old with you."
A thought arises and a thought disappears. It is just a moment. Zuo Wuzhou, immersed in boundless joy, has no awareness at all.
Cheng Qingwu took out a black dagger from under the bright red bride's robe, which was as red as fire and blood. She held it in her delicate hands and stabbed Zuo Wuzhou's chest.
The blood immediately dyed the flawless white shirt red, making it so dazzling.
The colorful petals are floating in profusion,
Zuo Wuzhou didn't feel the pain at all, he stared at her and asked foolishly, "Why!"
Cheng Qingwu's eyes were full of fear, she took a few steps back, and finally her slender hands left the black short knife: "I don't want to go with you, I don't want to wander around the world, I don't want to share joys and sorrows, I don't want to live and die together."
The black stream was stuck on the chest, and the blood slowly soaked out and spread on the pure white clothes. The blood slowly soaked into the heart, gradually soaking the loving and innocent heart into bright red.
Zuo Wuzhou finally tasted the misery and couldn't hide his sadness: "Why, isn't this what you want? Isn't it what you hinted me to do?"
Cheng Qingwu trembled: "I want it, but I don't want it. There are many things I want, but I don't want them."
"I want to marry him. I am Mrs. Wu Zun, and in the future I will be Mrs. Wu Jun and Mrs. Emperor Wu." Cheng Qingwu screamed hastily, and finally said what was in her heart: "If you can't give it to me, I don't want to wander around the world, don't
Like you, I suffered a lot of injuries and endured a lot of hardships. I am a Chengjia lady, and I don’t want or want to endure hardships, and I don’t want to go through life and death.”
A sound tore through the peace of the valley, like a knife cutting Zuo Wuzhou's heart into pulp. Then it was crushed again.
.
The petals and green leaves are raining down, and the colors are floating.
But it is so miserable, so tragic, and so torn.
"It turns out that I never understood what you were thinking." Zuo Wuzhou was like a big bubble, which suddenly shattered. It was gone, nothingness. But there was water in the bubble, which was salty, bitter and astringent.
Two lines of clear tears.
Cheng Qingwu looked at him and screamed: "I don't like you. At most, I only like you a little bit and feel a little moved. But I like him, and Yu Qi is my husband."
"I understand." With a pitiful voice, Zuo Wuzhou lost his soul and soul. He looked at her and looked at the sky: "A rabbit walking around looking at clothes is not as good as a newlywed."
It turned out that in Cheng Qingwu's heart, he only saw the beauty in the mirror and the moon in the water, but it was a bubble that would always be broken and dissipated as soon as it was poked.
"Looking, looking, looking. Deserted, miserable, miserable." Zuo Wuzhou moaned softly, his voice was faint, but he was clearly weeping blood.
Petals one after another flew down and drifted in front of my eyes. There seemed to be no other colors between heaven and earth, only black, white and gray. The petals were white, the green leaves were black, and the heart was gray.
He slowly lowered his head. The black stream was still stuck on his chest, and traces of blood were soaked out. The white clothes were soaked in a fierce red.
White is the sadness of white, the white of mourning.
Red is the cruelty of red, the red of blood.
The sky is white, the earth is black, the clothes are gray, and the blood is red.
The only three colors left in the sky and earth are black, white and gray. The only thing left is that patch of red, which is so dazzling and bright that it is boundless.
The blood flowed into his heart, soaking his heart until it was red and full of blood. Then, the air bubbles formed and exploded.
"Hahaha!" Zuo Wuzhou looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his face gradually turning red, and his laughter was wild: "That's it, that's it! It's only today that I understand that I deserve to die."
"Come on, kill me. Kill me neatly and cleanly!" Zuo Wuzhou shed tears to the sky. He was so disheartened that he looked mad and said: "I hate you so much, I hate you so much!"
"I only hate that I don't think about it, I only hate that I don't know how to measure myself." He laughed sadly, but his smile was so desolate: "The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever."
After hearing the sound, she moved her body in Qingqingwu and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar man with great fear. Only then did she realize that she didn't understand the man in front of her at all. She had never understood: "He is crazy. It turns out that he is crazy."
He is crazy."
The laughter suddenly stopped. Zuo Wuzhou caressed his heart, his face was ashen and his eyes were dull. In his eyes, the graceful and graceful figure of Youcheng Qingwu was no longer there. Only the boundless eyes were left in his dark pupils.
The boundless sky and earth.
A year of life and death is boundless. I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I'm lonely for hundreds of miles, and there's nowhere to talk about the desolation.
The love is gone, the heart is dead. The body is broken, the soul is gone, and the soul is scattered. But it feels like being without a trace, and it feels like being hollowed out.
That love and intention have been burned to ashes.
Female. Ginger flower in the closed moon. Hibiscus emerges from the water, as bright as spring flowers. She is dressed in a colorful skirt, just like the flying butterflies. It is the beauty who is leisurely, picking mulberries on the crossroads. The soft strands are blooming, the fallen leaves are fluttering, and the bare hands are visible on the sleeves.
, The bright wrists are about golden rings. On the head is a gold hairpin, and on the waist is a emerald necklace. The pearls are intertwined with the jade body. The wood is difficult among the corals. The robes are fluttering. The light train is far away with the wind. Looking forward to the brilliance, the long whistle is like an orchid.
The man is dressed in white. He is a handsome young man, with his head raised seven feet high. He is fresh and handsome, standing tall like a pine tree and looking at the other side. There is a green bamboo chair. There is a gangster gentleman. He is as good as playing with each other. He is like polishing. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. If there are bandits and gentlemen, there will be no time to wait.
One is Langyuan Immortal Flower, and the other is Beautiful Jade Flawless. If there is no chance of romance, I will meet her again in this life. If there is chance of romance, it will only end in ashes. How heartbroken.
Suddenly, Zuo Wuzhou looked up to the sky and a mouthful of blood spurted out, filling the sky with blood mist, which was shocking.
He stood firm and straight, and finally slowly moved back and down, crushing the pile of colorful colors into pieces.
He chanted in a mournful voice and actually choked himself: "The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son. Holding my hand, I will grow old with you."
"Holding my hand. Holding my hand with Zi Qiao Lao. Holding my hand" and Zi Qiao Lao "He Lao!" The voice gradually faded and returned to loneliness.
The flowers and leaves were broken into pieces, drifting and falling.
Only the last two pieces of beauty were left, flying the highest and finally falling. They floated and floated without any place to land, falling on his eyes, just covering his eyes and his sky.