[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

Chapter 9

Later, there was a strong wind in the camp here, blowing the rustling of the fresh green branches and leaves, hindering the footsteps of the campers.

Mo Zhiqi couldn't wake up Han Qingyun.

This time he didn't have a high fever, just a little fever, and he coughed a few times from time to time in his sleep in a drowsy dream.At night, he coughed worse, curled up on the soft bunk and broke out in cold sweat, couldn't wake up and couldn't sleep well, and suddenly became more ill.

Maybe it was a child who had just recovered from playing football, maybe someone who had a cold came to the camp, maybe someone had contact with a plague patient, and brought the potential danger with him.Han Qingyun, who had just subsided his fever not long ago, didn't have the strength to get another illness, and the insignificant harm to others was enough to kill him.

The doctor analyzed the situation on the sidelines, and prescribed some unnecessary medicine, saying that the cough was fatal, and that if the lungs that had been infested by flowers and plants were to suffer again, it would be a bad luck, and he could only do his best.

Han Qingyun asked, is it too late to go back to Huagu now?

Life and death are a matter of day and night, the doctor said.

At that time, Han Qingyun was still conscious, and his heart and lungs to the joints and bones of his whole body were numb with pain.He heard Mo Zhiqi quarreled with his classmates, he heard his senior brother's concern, he heard the wind blowing, and all his strength was spent on coughing that couldn't be stopped.

Han Qingyun suddenly wanted to see what that playful Wan Hua looked like when he was angry.

Later, his low fever subsided, but his body temperature could no longer be maintained. Mo Zhiqi felt warm when touched by his usually cold fingertips.

No matter how heavy the storm is, the transferred people will still evacuate step by step.Han Qingyun couldn't open his eyes, and was in a cold and dark place for a long time.He didn't know what time it was, what was going on outside, the brother should have returned to the camp, would Mo Zhiqi be with him, and would it be dangerous to stay there.

There is not much time left, Han Qingyun held some hope and thought hard while struggling, the senior brother should persuade him to go together first.

In the chaos, someone grabbed his hand, kissed his forehead, lightly and softly followed his browbones and then tapped the tip of his nose, his hair covered his cold neck, his naked eyelashes swept across his face, and the bitter smell of medicine broke through. Opening his hard breath made him smell the wisps.

The wrist fingers were so soft that they didn't exist, Han Qingyun still held him firmly, and with the little strength left, he squeezed into his fingers.

Mo Zhiqi said that cultivating immortality is boring, it is not as good as living for a hundred years.

He also said that a hundred years of life would be boring without him.

He said, I have never seen a snow dumpling as big as yours.

He said, I am waiting to marry you.

They have fought red-faced, and they have been in the same boat through thick and thin.

Now, he may not be able to accompany him anymore.

he can no longer...

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"What then?"

There were sporadic snowfalls on Huashan Mountain that day, and two little Taoist boys walked hand in hand on the mountain path, one raised his round face and asked the other enthusiastically.

"Later..." The other was half a head taller, turned his face and pretended to smile at him mysteriously, "Didn't Taoist Kunwu say that I would stop talking about it when it snowed, and I had to go back quickly. For the later things, I will talk about it next time." listen."

"Brother, when will we come back next time?"

"Uh, next month will officially start, and then it will be time for summer break."

"Then... shall we come quietly?" Xiao Daotong stopped and tugged at his sleeve.

"Master knows, I will hit you on the palm." Another said fiercely.

"...Quietly?" He looked at him eagerly.

"Okay..." The older child couldn't resist him, and finally compromised, hugged the younger brother from the high steps, and led him to continue walking.

Xiao Daotong was finally happy, and followed behind with a smile: "Brother, tell me, will Taoist be happy to see us again?"

"I can."

"But...he doesn't go down the mountain, and doesn't play with others."

"A Taoist is cultivating immortals, so of course he doesn't stay with ordinary people. Maybe next time he comes, he will become a god."

"Really?"

"Well, really."

The two talked to each other, and stepped on two sets of footprints on the thin snow on the mountain road.

On the cloud platform on the cliff, there is a Taoist man in a white robe standing in the clouds and mist, with silver-white hair and far-sighted eyes, holding a sword and watching them go away.

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Later, Han Qingyun still woke up, survived that day and night, his cough gradually subsided, and he was sent to Qingyan for follow-up treatment while half awake.

It was already the end of spring when he opened his eyes, Han Qingyun was not there, neither was his senior brother, and the doctors he was talking to were all unfamiliar faces.As the disciples came in and out, their gloves and hair were dyed with the scent of flowers, which smelled rich and fragrant.

Han Qingyun rubbed his forehead and felt numb all over, not understanding what happened.

At that time, Luoyang had already escaped from the siege, and Han Qingyun, who soon recovered from his illness, received a letter of condolence from his master, and was accompanied by his young nephew back to Chunyang Palace.For a long period of time, his memory was chaotic, and the events of going down the mountain for so many years became fragmentary and intertwined fragments, especially what happened after passing through the flower field, he couldn't remember at all.

The master said that the doctors in Huagu told him that he had an accidental emergency and became seriously ill, and it would take a few years for him to recover.

Han Qingyun was a little unbelievable, it was obvious that his heart and lungs had recovered and his sea of ​​Qi was full, it didn't seem like he was ill to the point of amnesia.

Even so, he obediently stayed to recuperate, and it was a year and a half after he set foot in Jianghu again.

He saw his senior brother again, who asked him about his recent situation with concern, and asked him hesitantly if he still remembered Mo Zhiqi.

Han Qingyun naturally remembered, but he only remembered the first half, and the rest was told to him by his senior brother.

The senior brother said that according to their agreement "just in case", he tried to persuade Wan Hua to leave early, but he was scolded as expected.Later, he was surrounded by doctors to save himself from danger, and when his brother settled down with his companions and came back, Mo Zhiqi had already left, maybe he left with the medical team, and he didn't know when he left.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how the one who had never left before had lost his conscience in a blink of an eye and was able to leave Han Qingyun who was still sick.

Han Qingyun heard him complain that his head was aching, rubbed his temples, and thought of something in a daze.

Maybe Mo Zhiqi was so angry with him that he would never see him again in this life, Han Qingyun said.

Sure enough, Wan Hua never saw him again, neither returned to Huagu, nor appeared in the towns he visited.In the next few years, Ren Hanqingyun traveled more than ten places, but no one had heard of this person.Occasionally, he thought of some gossip, little by little the way he laughed, the encounters and interactions when he was young, still gradually fading in the rivers and lakes.

In the first year of Guangde, the war finally ended in ups and downs.

There was a resurgence of power among the forces, those who had entered the rivers and lakes returned one after another, and most of the rest died in the chaotic world of gunfire.

The world was at peace again, Han Qingyun took his nephew to visit Qingyan again, passed by Luoxing Lake, and ran into the doctor whom he had met a few times.The mild-tempered Doctor Wan Hua still didn't talk to him, but took a deep look at him, turned around and went on another road.

Han Qingyun looked at his back with drooping long hair, and the scene in front of him instantly blurred.

Brother Wanhua, who had been waiting for him at the intersection for a long time, took the initiative to look for someone, and asked the white-clothed priest who had been dazed for a long time, you are the one who came to get the sword blank.

Han Qingyun recognized at a glance that they were the two Wanhua who were planting exotic flowers and weeds in Qingrihai back then. The appearance of the two of them has not changed much, especially the brash impatience of the younger brother has not diminished.

"Is the Taoist priest coming to Huagu for the first time?" Junior Brother Wan Hua walked ahead to guide him, "Do you know where we are going?"

"... I would like to hear the details." Han Qingyun answered after him.

Senior Brother Wanhua smiled, passed Han Qingyun and walked to the front, side by side with his junior brother, said: "Don't worry too much, Taoist priest, just go to Huahai."

They didn't recognize Han Qingyun. After more than ten years, he had already faded from his handsome youth appearance. His figure was tall and straight, his speech was steady, and his brows were calm and plain after weathering the wind and rain.

"Haha, the Taoist priest must not know that the sword blank is actually in the sea of ​​flowers." Junior Brother Wan Hua was in high spirits, walking briskly ahead, "Speaking of which, this is an old thing."