HBWnovel Chapter 128 Cheng Jie 3
Chapter 128 Cheng Jie 3
eleven
What Fang Jibai wanted was destined to be impossible to get.
He wanted to take it easy.
But the ending of Cheng Che's personal death suddenly frightened him.He was afraid that he couldn't wait, he was afraid that if he couldn't express his love for Lu Cangyan now, it would be hard for him to repay what he had.
He was ready.
The light snow fell at the right time that day, and he hid a lot of evening primroses in the sumeru ring in advance.
——In the previous life, this thing should have been given on Cyclamen.
He is glad that this life is different.
Fang Jibai could tell that the meeting on Liudao Cliff that day was the separation between the Si people and the original Lu Cangyan.
This small packet of seeds was given to him by his master who truly belonged to him.It was given to Qi Guanghai after he came back from Qi Guanghai and learned that he did not get the evening primrose.
He could see that the man didn't want to have any entanglement with Bei Gongning who wanted the flower, but he didn't seem to want to make his apprentice feel bad.The master felt that his apprentice would be happy if he got the evening primrose.
—Nature is also happy.
Because this flower, like Lu Cangyan, can outline the brilliant brilliance of the moonlight, and can soak out the golden yellow in the autumn dream of the locust tree.
Watching this flower bloom at night seems to be like looking at the master.
——Wrapped in layers of camouflage in the daytime, only in the face of the bright and peaceful moonlight at that moment, can I reveal a soft heart.
...He wanted to tell that person every thought he had.
...He is willing to be the moon of his master.
Everything starts from Liudaoya, and everything must end in Liudaoya.
The road to the mountain seemed very long that day.
Fang Jibai chatted nervously, and the man's occasional smile could make his heart ache and put him down again.
He finally blindfolded the young man as planned.
The ginger headband was snugly attached to his cheek, tied behind his head along the tall nasal bone, as if it could be bound for a lifetime.
He takes his hand.
That night the wind and snow were beautiful, and the lights at the foot of the mountain reflected the dawn of Phaeton, which was also beautiful.
The young man was stripped of the cloth strips in front of him, and just quietly looked at the thousands of families in the sky and the galaxy.
His white clothes were dyed by the flames in the distance. For the first time, he was so real and so close, as if as long as he stretched out his hand, he could carefully touch his gentle and warm soul.
So Fang Jibai heard himself softly and joyfully say:
"Master, actually I..."
chapped.
--Actually I like you.
The six words contained in the lips and teeth were cut off by the sword energy, leaving only a place of beauty and shock.
Fang was dumbfounded.
...Where did he get the confidence to think that all this can be changed.
The man started laughing and talking to him about the floating life in a dream, but then he looked terrified, holding the blood-stained sword, like a nightmare when he was waking up.
Just a nightmare.
Another sword pierced through the body and shattered Huan Zhou, Fang Jibai was hanging in mid-air, Xumi clutched in the palm of his hand unintentionally shattered, and the moonlight that had been hidden for a long time was blown away by the gust of wind, just like his simple and humble love.
—he was wrong from beginning to end.
Something seemed to be extinguished in his heart, Fang Jibai felt himself provoke a cold smile.That sentence has been rehearsed hundreds of millions of times in my heart, but now it has changed the situation and tone, and it has become a retort like a joke.
He heard himself say:
"Master, I really like you."
——But who knows, I really like you so much.
twelve
Fang Jibai didn't know how he spent the days that followed.
Falling heavily from the Liudao Cliff for the second time, he calmly found the spiritual material under the cliff to stabilize his injury, and before Xuanshang and his party found out that he was half dead, he returned to his old home with scars all over his body.
He was only going for the compound nine vines on the mountain behind Xuanshang.
But there are always many villains in the sect of my own clan with sarcastic and sneering faces.
In fact, he doesn't care. In his previous life, the piles of sentences scolded by others can be directly used to prove the truth.It's not that he has been insulted by someone less.
—but he couldn't stand that sentence.
At that time, Fang Yisheng and Fang Yijue stood in the crowd of stars, allowing the vassals to express themselves and chatter endlessly.
Fang Jibai didn't care at first.
Until one of them suddenly cursed:
"There are mothers but no mothers! Now even my master doesn't want you as a little beast, right?... Seeing that you are hurt like this, maybe Lu Zunzuo's conscience finally realized that you are a bedbug, awe-inspiring Let’s do it for the heavens!!?”
"Deserved!"
He heard the young man spit out such words.There was a sudden pain in my heart, the pain that was pierced by that sword without hesitation.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Perhaps he has had enough of this kind of obediently acting step by step.In the past it was because of Lu Cangyan, now?
Now there doesn't seem to be enough reason for him to keep acting.
The blood in his eyes slowly soaked in, Fang Jibai felt that he had pulled out a fairy, and under the rippling magic energy, a line of dregs was already spattered with blood for seven steps.
From that sword strike, Fang Jibai deserved to die.
From now on, the only thing left in the world is the suzerain of Linyuan Sect.
thirteen
Penance, penance, penance aimlessly.
As if only torturing himself could relieve the pain in his heart, Fang Jibai did everything he could to reach the Nascent Soul Stage within a year.
The Gu family came to make false promises, and he agreed.
The Gu family provoked Shenghan by using the case of exterminating the family, and Fang Jibai agreed.
He might want to take revenge, but he never expected that in Haoting, in Haoran Field at the front gate of Haoting, he would meet Lu Cangyan.
The young man was still dressed in simple white clothes, and his ink hair was as smooth and docile as a stroke of a brush.
Fang Jibai still held a glimmer of humble hope.Even if it's pretending, even if it's acting, you can see him feeling a little sad for himself.
——But the young man was laughing, talking and laughing with Hao Ting and those people.
——It should have been him standing there, right?
Fang Jibai's heart no longer hurts.The pupil technique was activated suddenly, and only the young man saw his intentional smile.
That sentence "Lu Zunzuo, how are you?" was smashed deeply and hard.He actually felt very happy because of the young man's sudden paleness.
The man turned around and left, Fang Jibai chased after him without saying a word.
The painful struggle day and night for a year has now turned into a tide of obsession and obsession.
Pressing the person in the corridor, the fingertips immediately entered the master's Huachitan mouth smoothly.
Fang Jibai suddenly fell in love with the reddish corners of the young man's eyes, his lips and teeth powerless.
The pale blood and the saliva that was too late to swallow slipped from his lips, dyeing the light color of the dark clothes along the knife-like jaw.
——It’s so beautiful.
Fang Jibai suddenly thought sadly, sadly felt that maybe his sword was right.
——At least now, he doesn't care what his master wants to do.
fourteen
He had fantasized about it.
Hate is also hate, love is also love, the feeling of being hacked into pieces from the past seems to be still in his heart, Fang Jibai is not sure about facing this person, but he can still be ruthless.
But that does not melt into bones.
A glimpse of the side face of the woman made him feel cold all over in an instant.
Sixty percent of the master-like faces are familiar and unfamiliar, the only constant is the madness and hatred.
He saw the remaining seven-petal orchid on the back of the hand in front of Buhuagu's wrist.
Seven petals? ...Becoming a zombie is naturally dead.
But the proof of the bloodline is still there.
He thought of the so-called frost on Lu Cangyan's hands that was as thin as a cicada's wings.
——Bless the family.
Is he wishing his family too?
The sea of blood and deep hatred will never end.
It turned out that from the beginning, he was just a small victim of him who endured humiliation to restore his family.
Fang Jibai didn't dare to think about the coldness in his heart when he smiled at him.
The grievances and grievances of the two lives seemed to be clearly seen at this moment.
He probably has never been really nice to himself...
It was the same in the previous life, and it is also the same in this life.
What does Yayoi hate?
Fang Jibai watched Buhuagu leave, watched the Buhuagu who must be Zhu Wuxin leave.
He smiled.
——What a fart has hated all his life.
Since then.
But it was Yu Zhaomian who gave advice, met in the forest, confessed the crime in front of others, and struggled with Mingjing to the death.
He suddenly regretted humiliating a person who had always stood in the clouds like that.
After several struggles, I returned to Dingjing, but the young man was not there.
He was startled, but then it was Fu Zhixin who returned to Huai Zhi Huai'an Garden.
The Sophora japonica flowers are already in bloom, and the most beautiful ones are the old ones in the man's backyard.
He also pestered that man on a summer night and sat on a stone bench under a tree to watch the twilight with him.
He also waited anxiously under the tree with a pastry for him to say "OK".
Lin Qingfu and the others came out.
But after a few sentences, the two look at each other and hate each other, and the tenderness suddenly becomes sharp and deep like a sword.
Luo Wuyuan's conversation should be to tell him to have something to say.
Fang Jibai smiled wryly.
In the end, the only one who cared about him was the woman...
So when the Cang Cang sword suddenly brushed past Hua Yu and pierced into Luo Wuyuan's shoulder.
Fang Jibai was in a daze.
The young man had that unbelievable expression again.
Exactly the same, exactly the same as a year ago.
——Why bother.
This is not as good as the wanton smile of you who tore your face in your previous life.
"Wait to die."
Fang Jibai clenched his hands in front of the young man's neck.
With a sudden force, he threw the man onto the opposite tree trunk.
It was the first time to kill.
fifteen
Fang Jibai thinks so.
It should be good to have a clean break like this.
But he is cheap.
In front of the love that has become an enemy, he is still despicable.
... On that day, taking advantage of the darkness, he returned to Huaizhi Mountain again.
Across the window and the moonlight, Fang Jibai saw the young man's underwear winding down, Liu Chuanting sitting beside him, his fingers clutching the belt that he knew he would take off all his clothes, he was full of emotion The pride and fieryness within your fingertips.
Burning with anger and losing all reason, he blurted out the word "roll", and even subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness that although he slipped from the Mahayana, he still survived the tribulation steadily to suppress the drunken dream.
His master fell from the elder's hand, with half of his collarbone and shoulders lying on his clothes, letting his long hair leave a few trickles on it.
He said, "Fang Jibai, you should go too."
He actually recognized him.
Fang Jibai was startled, he had already walked out of the darkness.
—he shouldn't have walked out.
At this time, Lu Cangyan probably had already made up her mind to die, and could say anything merciless.
But he believed it.
Under the rage, he directly pressed the person on the head of the bed, and he completed the unfinished actions for Liu Chuanting.
The belt slipped from the front of the body, and the thin white clothes suddenly gave up, revealing a clear and proud body.
——He has long felt that everything about Shizun looks good.
The heart should be beating fast, after his lust made him reach out and penetrate the youth.
Master probably has never had any sex in bed.
But being teased a few times by his fingertips made her feel dark.The man's youthful body was flushed, and the tears that had dried up in the corners of his eyes were washed away again, adding new cracks.
He wants this person.
Desperately, he had already changed hands, deliberately taking advantage of the food and grass that the man had handed in, and sent his fingertips deeper.
The young man's slender hands suddenly gripped the mattress tightly, his voice groaned mixed with shame and anger, but just one sentence made his heart feel cold.
"...As expected...I...ha...I shouldn't have..."
——At the beginning?
You have the nerve to recall it back then! ! ?
Pulling his hand away in anger, the young man got stuck in his throat with a broken sound, but his words were interrupted by his wolf-like rush in an instant.
——He had thought of this scene countless times in his midnight dreams.
He has interpreted that dream, he has reproduced it, and he has exhausted his life's fantasy to portray every detail in depth.
He hoped that it would be a soft kiss on his lips where the two were happy, instead of the wanton biting and struggling in his despair now.
Only the tragic collision and fusion of the body, only the bloody plundering and killing between the bodies.
Possessed?Fed up?
...but also lost.
Step by step, I have exhausted my two lifetimes.
He tightly held the young man's waistline, which was tied up with fine bloodstains, and there should be tears falling from the bottom of his eyes, dripping on the sweaty hair of the man.
sixteen
The last time Fang Jibai saw Lu Cangyan was the last moment when Chu Yanqing led him out of the siege on the top of Huaizhi Mountain.
The embarrassment and embarrassment should be engraved on his face, but his eyes are still like the snow that has lasted for two lifetimes in Shenghan.
So pure, so pure.It's as if all the pain inflicted on the bones and flesh is just passing by, and he disdains and is insignificant.
Besieged on all sides, thousands of people castigated.The bones of the Tao have been picked, and there is no place for innocence.
He clearly lost everything.But Fang Jibai felt that he seemed to be really happy.
Empty and ethereal, like water and wind, trance is the sudden epiphany of a person who has ascended to the immortal after the experience of reincarnation, watching with cold eyes the turmoil and disputes of all things in this world, endless.
——He just watched so coldly that everyone shouted to kill him, he just watched Gu Lin sweep him a few meters away with a sword, and he just looked at himself so coldly.
He looked at himself coldly and asked him.
ask him.
"Do you regret it?"
He laughed suddenly.
"……not regret."
--not regret.
Those two words were answered crisply and softly, as if he was answering whether the Sophora japonica cake was delicious or not.
Fang Jibai felt bloodstains from his fingers tightly clenched.
Followed.
Huang felt out of the sheath.
See blood seal throat.
The scorching blood was three points more colorful than the scorching sun, and the pagoda tree flowers all over the sky fell like snow, soaking the red amber on the sword tip.
then.
He heard himself finally gritted his teeth and said: "Grace is broken, justice is broken, life and death are not met."
The young man should have smiled, and gently stretched out his bloody right hand, but at the moment when the backhand pushed the phoenix deeper, it wiped away the blood stained from the corner of his eyes.
He also heard the man finally reply indifferently and quietly:
"it is good."
"Enthusiasm and justice."
"Life and death are different."
Seventeen
More than ten years have passed majestically, but Linyuan Forbidden Mountain is just as cold as it was when it was first built more than ten years ago.
Step by step along the mountain road to the summit, Fang Jibai reached out to remove the old withered bouquet, and carefully placed a new bouquet of moongrowths in the tightly sealed window of the grand hall on the top of the mountain.
He pushed the door in.
There is a quiet fragrance of burning incense in the hall, and the light of the soul-calling lamp is faint, but it illuminates the young man lying quietly on the ice bed with his hands folded, more peaceful and gentle.
The man in black seemed to stop for a moment, but then leaned over cautiously.
He kissed the corner of the young man's lips that were less bloody, and there seemed to be tenderness in his eyes.
"Master."
He called softly.
"...This year's Sophora japonica blooms beautifully too... This disciple made a new Sophora japonica cake. Would you like to try some..."
No one answered, but the jade ring hanging on the waist suddenly flashed, but someone whispered:
"……grown ups."
Fang Jibai paused in brushing the young man's hair, loosened the cool lip line, and kissed the man's closed eyes with a warm voice.
"what's up."
"...This...is...the Shenghan Sect's side...someone from them...attacked again."
The shimmering light on the jade ring was instantly extinguished by Fang Jibai, Fang Jibai lightly brushed against the edge of the eye feathers, but stretched out his hand again to straighten the sleeves of the large Tianshu suit.
He stood up slowly, and a gorgeous long sword of pure black and blood smeared out from the void. The spikes of the sword sang slightly, but it was the same as the one hung by Wan Cang.
Taking a last look at the young man who had been lying in the ice for a long time, Fang Jibai's tenderness finally faded away, he turned around and stepped out of the hall step by step.
He said softly:
"Master, I will come to see you again in a few days."
"...There are too many people who don't give up. Now, the disciples should go to meet again..."
"Several master uncles."
The author has something to say: A: ... I heard that you participated in the independent enrollment of the Shenghan Sect?
B: You went to Linyuanzong?
A: Yes, yes... Hey, what is your interview topic?is it hard?
B: ...Fortunately...I've always heard that Lin Yuan's questions are tricky...
A: ...It's okay this time...so your question...
B: Same as your topic?
A and B (in unison): Praise Lu Shanzhu〃?〃.
A and B:...(?_?)...Hey! ! ! ? =????=????(●???●|||)
Oops, looking at the young faces from the self-enrolled students, their hearts are full of vicissitudes of time~
Here are the self-enrollment questions for entering the △ big bed (come come come~)↓
Question: What is the function of the last section of this chapter? Please analyze it in detail~