Chapter 2616: why?

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There is no scenery in the countryside.
In the autumn wind, the bamboo leaves came, letting the pasture have a touch of chill, the leaves of the green vegetables in the field flickered and flashed, and the light dishes were scattered.
The bamboo house looks lonely in the cold wind, just like the one sitting in the autumn wind.
His face was full of wounds, and occasionally there was blood overflowing. The clothes that had just been replaced were ignited by blood in a short time, and the red color was a piece of his back.
He sat in front of the door, cold to the bamboo forest, back to the bamboo house.
The whole person is like an old tree. It is ill and has no medicine to cure. Even the sun in the sky can't dispel the haze on his face.
can.
In the shimmering light, his sadness is so heartbreaking.
Is this a sad man?
Is this a desolate young man?
The young man looked at the sky for a long time without saying anything, while Wen Xizhu looked at the man and looked at him with a sad look. He looked at the body he was bleeding, and he was so crazy.
The old man also looked at the young man, his eyebrows screamed, and the eyes flashed straight, not knowing what he was thinking.
Indifferent to the sky.
The young man sat down at sunrise, slept in the sunset, and lived quite quietly. He woke up like he had forgotten everything. Hey, he never grateful to the old man and the literary bamboo, but he was calm and straight.
"Big brother, I can’t accompany you, oh, I’m going to honed my bamboo."
Sitting side by side with the young man, Wen Xizhu is more sympathetic to this "big brother", but she is a disciple of Tianquan Ancient Court and a more important task.
To know.
"Big brother" did not speak, ignored the sky, as if he could not hear what Wen Xiu said.
"be careful!"
The old man smiled and looked at Wen Xizhu, saying, "Grandpa is waiting for you to come back at home."
"Ok."
Wen Xi’s forehead, and finally looked at the young man, and then he left.
The old man looked at the young man, and he sat in front of the door, facing the heavenly sun.
Sitting in two phases, no words.
Shenyang gradually became hot from Qingliang, but even the hot sun is still not as good as the cool breeze in the late autumn. It is blowing cold on people, like blowing all the heat in the human body. The blood of the young man is dying. Hey, the face is like a knife and a knife.
shocking.
Very sad.
The old man frowned, and some could not bear it, only because the young man was still coughing up blood, and the color of the red color dripped down. He wanted to wipe the blood of the young man's face, but he still didn't make it.
The young man did not say anything, so he did not speak.
The two sit still like that, facing the void, breathing the cold air.
The setting sun slowly fell, the light between the heavens and the earth was extinguished, and the rice fragrance in the ancient courtyard of Tianquan was drifting away, but neither of them got up, as if they had once rid of this artistic concept.
The old man was indulging for a moment, still feel that he should go to the kitchen at this time.
"why?"
A weak voice floats like it would go out in the autumn wind.
can.
The old man felt that he should have no problems with his hearing and clearly grasped the voice.
"What?" he asked with a puzzled look, not knowing what the young man was asking.
"why?"
The young man did not look to the old man, but looked directly at the sky. He asked the godlessly, but the voice was too weak, and it was easy to be broken by the autumn wind, just like his state at the moment.
There is no reason to ask, and there is no reason.
"what?"
The old man brows slowly, but still does not understand the meaning of the young words.
The youth was silent, and for a long time, there was no opening. When the old man felt that he could not talk this day, the young man spoke openly.
"Why are you coming back?"
The young man coughed blood and said, "You could have beaten me!"
The old man looked at the young man faintly, as if he had returned to the past years, it is an eternal memory, which can be gradually blurred in the years until this person appears in the flames.
Instead of responding immediately, he walked back to the youth and sat in front of the bamboo house.
"But why should I marry you?"
The voice of the old man is also weak, and there is a feeling of incomprehension. "I owe you a life."
"Why do you want to bring me back?"
The question asked by the youth is even more peculiar. It seems that it is a great felony to return him, and what he said is not to save him back, but to recite it.
"If you are me, how would you choose?"
The old man turned to look at the young man and looked straight into his eyes.
The youth is silent.
"You shouldn't take me back." For a long time, he said the next sentence.
"Because I will bear the blood debt?"
The old man became excited and said, "Ling Feng, I know what you did after you entered the magic, and know what I will pay for saving you, but this is what I owe you."
Ling Feng!
How heavy are these two words?
Needless to say, as long as these two words appear in the starry sky, the Thunder is a storm, and I don’t know how many powerful characters will fly.
can.
Who can think that Ling Feng did not die, but survived tenaciously in the flames.
Needless to say.
If the starry forces know that the old man will return from the wind, it is a disaster. The Tianquan Ancient Court can't save the old man. The is a chicken in front of the infinite characters.
More importantly, Wen Xizhu will die.
but.
Although Ling Feng survived, but the injury is very heavy, has been lying in the flames of the river, and there is no breath on his body, his magic is pouring out in the sea of ​​Xian Gu Xing, only a glimpse of the soul is still hidden in that ban Inside.
His body is like a waste soil.
He is more like a mortal.
To be honest, at this time, the old man could have directly smashed the wind, and he could suppress the imprisonment of Lingfeng, and he could also throw Lingfeng in the flames, regardless of whether he asked.
You must know that before the enchantment of the wind, it has created a lot of bad names, that is, the characters against the gods are wary of them, but don't say other people.
He backed the wind like this, which was equivalent to backing up a time bomb.
"Then we don't owe each other."
Silence for a moment, Ling Feng said slowly.
"You want to be beautiful!"
The old man said excitedly. "You eat my life, now I want to pat my and leave? You can't think about it."
"What about you?" asked Ling Feng.
"At least stay here for ten or eight years, wait for your injury to heal, wait for yourself to solve the aftermath, don't throw all these disasters to us." The old man said with a popular voice.
Ling Feng was silent again.
"This will be even more expensive, is it worth it?" Ling Feng grinned and smiled, but his mouth overflowed with blood. "You should know the sins I committed. Once the major forces discover it, you and I still have no girl." Keep alive."
The old man’s face suddenly changed, and the excited expression became cold.
indeed.
This problem is very serious. If you are not careful, you will be buried. Not only them, but the ancient temple of Tianquan will be destroyed. He completely believes that those forces can do it.
does it worth?
The old man did not care, but he was interested in the life and death of the bamboo.
In fact, before he returned to Lingfeng, he also hesitated, Ling Feng is notorious, carrying too many blood debts, back to such a nightmare character, they are really miserable.
can.
The old man can't betray his heart. He owes the wind.
At the beginning.
On the Star Road, he fought across the domain, was forced back more than ten times, even more miserable, even to be detained by Ling Feng into a Taoist, he should have hated Ling Feng, but it is Ling Feng personally His blood blade is the first.
He is an old Taoist!
For the first step of the blood blade, his life and death are not important. Is he more than a life of the wind?
thus.
After encountering the wind, you will take it back when you are dying.
He can see that the wind is too heavy and there is no strength in the body. Even if he is afraid of returning to the sky, Ling Feng’s constitution is very special. He can survive in serious injuries, and his constitution can be seen.
Even if the old Taoist does not care about Ling Feng, he will not be killed in the flames.
"She doesn't know the truth."
The old Taoist sullenly said: "If it rains, I will let her enter the land."
"Do you think the Tao can hold her?"
Ling Feng said indifferently, there is no feeling at all.
"Then let her stay away from the world." The old Taoist acted like a determination and said seriously.
Ling Feng was silent again.
He did not know how to comfort the old Taoist priests. Only because of the power of those forces, even if the old priests hid the literary bamboo in the world, they fell into the common customs, and those forces could also find them.
He is carrying his own back, but there is no way out.
"The years are in a hurry. How many years have you asked for success?"
Ling Feng asked again, did not turn his head.. "Why are you here?"
"She is dead."
The old Taoist priest said, faintly said: "The first road is also dead, I am just here to accompany her."
Hidden world!
This is the true intention of the old Taoist.
After years of blood and starry sky, the old Taoist has no thoughts, he has no passion, no mental strength, just want to be old with his beloved woman, even though the woman is dead.
Suddenly vicissitudes.
Suddenly sadness.
"Yeah, there is nothing wrong with this hidden world."
Ling Feng sighed and said, if you set foot on this road, you can only go forward, but who can seriously stop to think about this problem?
People who are really bathed in blood and ask for it, are they tired?
The old Taoist is tired.
He is also tired.
"You intend to hide?" asked the old Taoist.
"Do not!"
Ling Feng lazy smile.. "You can hide the world, Wen Xi bamboo can be hidden, I don't need it."
"Life is only a hundred years old."
Ling Feng said calmly. "I am only afraid to live for three years."
The old Taoist priests have a look, why don’t he know?
Ling Feng is not a hidden world, but is waiting to die.
Even if they didn't die in that battle, they wouldn't be hurt and the years. They all wanted to be ancient figures. Ling Feng was dead and he was dying.
The night sky is like a wash.
The two characters sit and look at each other without words. (www.101novel.com)