"Master..."
The words "Master" are like a dream in a trance. When you open your eyes and wake up, you are still desolate and extremely cruel.
Poinsettia's eyes were burning, but she couldn't even shed tears.
Jiu Ruxia's white lips trembled, and then a stream of blood flowed out. Poinsettia wanted her to stop talking, but his throat couldn't make a sound and was clogged with mucus mixed with blood and tears.
"Master...I..." Jiu Ruxia opened her eyes wide, but the bright vitality gradually dissipated, and her pupils gradually diverged. She was at the end of her life, "I...can't accompany you anymore..."
Poinsettia shook his head vigorously, biting his lip, his eyes filled with despair, sadness and fear.
There seemed to be an anxious fire in his heart, rushing against his torso in all directions. He wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say a word. He wanted to tell her everything in his heart, but he couldn't!
Jiu Ruxia raised her hand with difficulty and still touched his shoulder as usual.
His eyes met hers, and the tranquility as warm as water made him stunned. Then he was like a deflated rubber ball, his body slumping down.
Jiu Ruxia looked at him, with a little cherishment and regret in her eyes.
"Master... you have to live a good life..."
"Master...Master..."
She called him over and over again, but her palms gradually became anxious, and she rubbed his shoulders reluctantly. Poinsettia looked at her, her heart already shattered into pieces.
The rain beat down on them mercilessly, making the two of them soaked with dampness and cold, like two-leaf boats drifting on a lonely ocean.
Poinsettia looked at her closely. There was only a small distance between heaven and man. His heart was empty, and his eyes were also empty, as if everything had been hollowed out.
Every sound she made was deeply imprinted in his heart.
Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.
He felt lost and shocked as he came back to his senses from his own grief. At the same time, the fragile hand that was rubbing his shoulder suddenly dropped.
"Pa", causing a shallow puddle. Mercury splashed into his eyes, instantly causing ripples and creating a tsunami-like sea of tears.
Only then did his arms around her loosen, and he firmly grasped her hanging hand.
Jiu Ruxia's expression stopped at the last smile, as if she was saying goodbye to him for the last time. She closed her eyes slightly, as if using her last bit of strength to open up a gap, so that she could watch the person she loved most gradually disappear.
The last call was like the echo of a huge bell at this moment, and the drum hit his depressed chest like thunder rolling down the ground.
Unable to suppress it anymore, his throat was instantly broken. Facing the endless wind and rain, he roared to the sky with all his strength.
The sound echoed desolately in the mountains, and was eventually wiped away by the wind and rain.
He held her hand with one hand and held her tremblingly with the other as if he was afraid she would run away. All the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, his eyes were wide and empty, and he looked crazy, as if his mind was broken.
But as far as he could see, beyond the ruins, the man disappeared without knowing when.
In the whole mountain, he was the only one left. In the withering night, he was beaten by the wind and rain, just like a withered old tree.
The blood soaked the roots of the weeds. Only the desolate wind kept the whole night from sinking.
From then on, there was no more legend about the Yumei Swordsmen in the world.
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"After that, I once fell into despair. Guarding her grave, I lived in seclusion in the mountains and spent more than a hundred years."
Poinsettia regained her energy from the gloomy memories and said calmly looking at the watery night.
Fu Yunge listened infatuatedly, his eye circles showing a faint dark red.
The flower in the vase lowered its head slightly, as if it had fallen asleep. The soothing night breeze blew through a little bit of cool air, blowing the four-corner table curtains hanging under the table board.
Poinsettia looked at Fu Yunge, with a drop of water shining in the corner of his eyes.
Fu Yunge wet his lips: "...Senior, I understand why you don't agree with me becoming your disciple."
Poinsettia raised her fingers and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He glanced at the dim lights outside, and the mountains, wandering in the darkness far and near.
"...No. I should come out now."
He pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Fu Yunge and said.
"In the blink of an eye, it's another catastrophe." His eyes were full of sighs. He didn't know whether he was mourning his old friend, encouraging himself, or both. "Walking in the shadows, sooner or later you have to rely on yourself." Come out."
Fu Yunge opened his eyes wide in surprise, not knowing what Poinsettia was planning to do when he said this.
"I have been imprisoned by this matter for too long." Poinsettia sighed deeply, "After this period of time, I should have figured it out. Jiu Ruxia's sorrow should become my determination instead of letting me escape. excuse."
Fu Yunge's eyes gradually became hot when he looked at him, and he felt his breathing quicken.
"What can't be recovered will be made up for in the future. Those who have regrets should also be relieved."
He spoke as if talking to himself, as if he was enlightened. Fu Yunge looked at him quietly. The two people, who were strangers to each other, had gone through many hardships, life and death, and finally felt the same emotion tonight.
"Fu Yunge..." He straightened up and walked towards him slowly, "Master, Poinsettia, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
