Zhao Ge: 78. The fire of temples
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It turns out that the **** who is more annoying than her is the bastard, even if he saves someone, nothing changes.
Liu Wuyan shivered with cold and climbed to the top of the temple, shivering while repairing the top of the temple. The guy wearing a white dress and a sword killed all the black armored guards without waiting for her to say thank you, threw the sword over, turned around and went back to the temple by himself. When Liu Wuyan picked up the sword, he felt a little confused and taken for granted.
The kind of guy whose eyebrows are like ice-covered eyes. It would be strange if he would reach out and pull her.
The temple was smashed into a big hole by Liu Wuyan himself, and Liu Wuyan, who was seriously injured, could not waste a little bit of pitiful anger to protect himself from the rain and cold, and he could not count on that person like ice to come. Do things like repairing houses.
——Well, in the words of the group of ladies in the capital who always think about the gift of red beans and the talents, it is simply a sin to let this kind of immortal figure do the rough work of repairing the house.
While Liu Wuyan swallowed the elixirs, she was thinking about something else.
Think of those young Jintang imperial killers who wear masks and are silent like swords, think of the figure of his brother’s last turning around, think of the Liu Family Ancestral Temple on the cloud that was destroyed by the raging fire, and think of seeing someone who is getting blessed. The emperor who is faint…
How can such a mediocre emperor who is always friendly to the immortal family and the aristocratic family suddenly reveal his cold and merciless side?
Or, how much of what she saw was true, and how much was covered with layers of masks?
Liu Wuyan forced herself to think about things that she would never think about, and she might not be able to understand it now. From now on, she will be the only one in the Liu family of Yunshangge, even if she hates it before Those family elders who had no feelings had to take on the important responsibilities of the Liu family at this time.
When she finished repairing the roof, it didn’t work for too long. She still couldn’t figure out the decayed mind of the whole day.
Liu Wuyan was soaked in the rain that might not necessarily be getting smaller, and climbed down from the roof of the temple. She entered the temple and found that the rain-drenched fire had reignited, and the fire was even stronger than before. The fire light brightened the interior of the dilapidated ancestral temple, and the ground was as clean as it had not been washed by rain.
And the young man who had just used such a stunning and terrifying sword, he was still sitting in the same position as he was at the beginning, staring down at the fire.
Maybe because of the illusion after the serious injury, Liu Wuyan actually felt that the fire shining on this guy’s face brought a trace of unnoticeable temperature.
At this moment, Liu Wuyan’s body is wet, muddy and bloodstained. She threw her long sword on the ground and sat back to the original position, leaning against the wall, letting the fire bake, her body gradually warming up .
Liu Wuyan took out the last remaining pot of spirits from Na Jie, smashed the mud seal on it, and showered on her trauma. There was not much medicine left to heal injuries, and she was reluctant to waste it on this kind of skin trauma.
The spirits were poured on, and the burning sensation suddenly made Liu Wuyan’s face twisted.
She sucked in the cold, refraining from exposing the **** of the servants at home when they were drunk.
“So you’re not a dumb.” Liu Wuyan poured strong wine on her wound while talking to the teenager sitting opposite.
The other party lowered his eyes and ignored her as before.
“I owe you a life, what do you want? But I have nothing now…” Liu Wuyan paused, and continued to say nonchalantly, “It’s not time for you to save me, if it’s early Month, you asked for the Ten Mile Long Street in Jintang Capital. I can buy it for you. But now…”
Liu Wuyan touched and found a middle-grade spiritual stone.
“Now I only have this piece left on me. I am so poor that I can’t even enter the shops of the Kyushu Bank.” She said that she suddenly laughed, as if thinking of something funny, she shivered. He poured wine on the wound while squinting at the cold boy, “With your body, this kind of nonsense is something that is only in the book, do you want it?”
She smiled presumptuously, shaking her hand, the wine poured out a little more, and she grinned with pain in an instant.
“No need.”
The boy’s answer was like his sword, deadly cold, without any emotion.
“My name is Liu Wuyan, and I don’t even need my face anymore.” Liu Wuyan finally treated the wound. She leaned against the wall wearily, staring at the burning fire on the wood in a daze. Little by little, there appeared the ancestral temple that was burning, always filled with the smell of sandalwood.
She closed her eyes, her voice a little dry.
“Well, what shameless you say now, I have never asked for it before. Have you heard of Yunshangge Liu’s family?” Liu Wuyan said to himself, asking the boy, but he didn’t give it to anyone. Time to answer.
“The song on the cloud, the Jintang Liu family, the most old-fashioned Liu family, and the Liu family who still regards all sorts of martial arts benevolence and righteousness as the norm, most of the people in this family are terribly old-fashioned. The only scum in the family is their eldest lady, a **** who Shizuo fought with the prime minister’s stupid on the hook that day.”
Liu Wuyan’s speech was quick and fast.
“The Liu family has always been well-known for its wind critics, but their eldest lady, who does not practice well, learning literature and martial arts is a mess of bad debts. She likes to have fun in the streets and alleys, and once every three days, she is the humiliation of the Liu family. , Relying on his identity to do everything and do nothing, is a complete **** scum.”
She scolded happily, violently, and eloquently.
Then she stopped suddenly.
Said that she was a scum from the Liu family, and was the brother who pulled her out at night, when she was fighting with others in the brothel, and was always beautiful and gentle.
She shook the spirits in one hand and the sword in the other, and said, what right do you have to control me as an old-fashioned one? Let me be like you, a puppet who doesn’t say anything?
——The Liu family has been out of you for so long.
The young man in a water-moire gown looked at her coldly, said this for a long time, and then turned away without looking back.
She dangled the wine, leaned against the wall, waiting for him to turn around, waiting until it was dark and white.
“The Liu family has been a scumbag for so long.”
Liu Wuyan raised his head, gritted his teeth and said.
Since I just left, don’t look back forever! At the end, what kind of a man who “should be hard to chase after a word” behind her?
In the blazing fire, the heavy night, the old-fashioned elder brother who personally said she was the scum of the Liu family turned around to face the sky of sword rain. This time, even if she waited from dark to dark, and then from dark to dark, she would never be able to see the old guy turning around.
She took a long, depressive breath, feeling the knife cut into the bone just now, and the pain made her soul tremble.
“Acting with your body, you are not worthy of me and you are not worthy of me, and my bad life is not mine alone.”
She threw away the empty flask, raised her head, and stared at the simple eaves blankly.
“Say it, let me do something.”
“No need.”
Silently listening to her scolding a bunch of teenagers happily still gave a simple answer, he seemed to have heard nothing, thought of nothing.
Liu Wuyan smiled bitterly. She turned her head to look at the boy with cold eyebrows, and said lowly: “I said, my name is Liu Wuyan. I don’t want this thing like face anymore, but I can no longer Who owes his life, let me do something.”
Her voice was dumb like a crow hovering when the dead came out of their souls.
The boy finally raised his head and glanced at Liu Wuyan.
The once domineering Miss Liu family is now embarrassed and desperate like a homeless dog. She is laughing, and it is more ugly than crying. She leaned against the wall, covered in blood, eyes filled with empty despair and hatred.
“You owe me a life, then if one day, you know who I am, just tell me.”
The young man watched the fierce flames and spoke softly. The fire was printed in his pupils, he didn’t know what he was thinking, and he didn’t think about anything, there was no expression on his face.
——If one day, you know who I am, just tell me.
The boy’s voice was very soft, with the coldness that lingered on him anytime, faint.
However, Liu Wuyan was stunned.
The young man sitting by the fire was so powerful that a sword he arbitrarily raised his sleeves easily took the lives of those ruthless black armored guards like wolves. However, he didn’t even know his name.
The sound of the rain is breaking, I don’t know when it will stop.
In the temple sits a homeless man who owes a lot of people his life, a man who has a mysterious origin but doesn’t even know his name, let alone where he is going.
Liu Wuyan looked at the young man across the fire, thinking of the spiritual place card in the ancestral temple that was finally burned to ashes following the fire.
She looked at the young boy’s eyes shining with fire.
The world of the Twelve Dynasties is so big, but you don’t even know your own name, so what does all the things on the land of the Twelve Dynasties have to do with this person? He is so mysterious and powerful, but where did he come from and where will he eventually return?
The young man sitting by the fire is so powerful, but he is so lonely, he doesn’t even know his name, and he doesn’t even know who he is. Can he not be lonely? This world is so big, but it has nothing to do with him.
For a moment, Liu Wuyan wanted to say whether you want to go with me, but in the end he couldn’t say it. After going to Cangpu, she was a dead person, and even her own life was about to be lost at any time, so how could she invite others to walk with her.
She agreed to the boy’s request.
The heavy rain has been falling, and it never stopped the next day.
The next day Liu Wuyan’s injury had healed a lot. She took the broken sword and left the temple with a promise of “If I know who you are, I will tell you”.
In the middle of the night, she slept for a while.
When she woke up, the young man who cut through the heavy rain curtain with one sword and didn’t know who he was had left.
Liu Wuyan doesn’t know where a person who doesn’t even know who she is will go, and she doesn’t know if she can see him again in the future. She can only remember that question firmly, and then burns with it. I remember the picture of my brother turning around and going all the way.
From then on, she didn’t even lose her face, like a wolf like a dog, like all shameless beasts, and survived in embarrassment.
In the end, she worshipped the Acacia Sect and became a snake-hearted Acacia Sister step by step. She lived alive with hatred, but she also remembered the promise made by the fire.
But there is no such thing in this world as there has been a swordsmanship that is so cold that there is no temperature, and the eyes are sealed with ice and so many thoughts are hidden in the eyes. Liu Wuyan has searched for a long time and never saw that person again.
She thought she might never see it again.
Unexpectedly, in the end, she still saw that person.