sinovels Chapter 171 Extra Story End
Chapter 171 Extra Story End
From then on, Song Xianzhi gradually accepted all this.
No matter what was true before, or a big dream, it is all in the past.
There is no exquisite skin, no amazing talent and love from everyone.
But that didn't stop him from moving on.
He practiced harder than before.
But Bai Jingyi obviously didn't want to let him go. The successive traps made him physically and mentally exhausted, and his body was getting worse day by day.
In two or three years, he turned into a skinny, delirious lunatic.
It's not that he didn't think about killing Bai Jingyi, but it just confirmed his vicious heart.
Bai Jingyi always seemed to have a way to overwhelm himself.
In the last days, he was able to wake up very rarely every day, almost always in chaos, not knowing what he had done, being led away like a puppet.
Until that day, he couldn't stop hemoptysis, his eyes and nose were blood red, and the blood soaked his white clothes red.
He could clearly feel that something was being taken away from his body. Many times before, he noticed that his cultivation had suddenly dissipated, but this time it seemed that not only his cultivation was taken away, but also his life.
People can often feel it when they are about to run out of fuel.
Song Xianzhi understood that he might not be able to hold on any longer.
If Yunling hadn't arrived in time, he might have died at that time.
A lot of medicinal materials were piled up on his body, but Song Xianzhi's condition still didn't improve. In the end, there was no cure.
Yunling had no choice but to seek her last hope, to find the Yaoniangcao that only appeared in legends in the Baiduan Secret Realm.
It is said that this kind of grass can not only cut the tendons and wash the marrow, but can even change the fate of people and bring the dying people back to life.
Not long after Yunling left, Bai Jingyi approached the door.
At that time, Song Xianzhi was still awake, lying on the bed and looking coldly at the junior brother who was rescued by a mistake: "What are you doing here?"
Bai Jingyi was dressed in white, his whole body seemed to be shining, and he bent over and squatted in front of Song Xianzhi.
With no one else around, he didn't pretend anymore, with a sarcastic smile on his face, he raised Song Xianzhi's chin with one finger: "Brother...is he dying soon?"
Song Lianzhi raised his hand with great effort, knocked his hand off, and looked at him for a while with his lips pressed together, before asking in a trembling voice: "You really did it?"
Bai Jingyi seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Otherwise..."
"I didn't expect that, brother, all your things are mine now." He suddenly clamped Song Xianzhi's chin, forcing him to look at himself, and said word by word.
Song Xianzhi's eyes were red, and he closed his eyes: "I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have rescued you back then."
When Bai Jingyi heard the words, the strength in his hands suddenly tightened, and he said with a distorted expression, "Why didn't you save me?"
"Of course I have to save! Otherwise, how could I get everything I have now!"
He violated the way of heaven, reversed time and space, and gave Tang Tang the best luck. From the beginning to the end, what he wanted most was nothing but Tang Tang.
"You don't know yet, Senior Brother Tang and I are already a match made in heaven in everyone's mouth. Compared with you back then, it's even worse!"
He couldn't help showing off, eager to see endless pain and unwillingness on Song Xianzhi's face.
Unfortunately no...
Song Xianzhi's face was nothing but dull.
Not seeing what he wanted to see, Bai Jingyi was depressed, pinched Song Xianzhi's cheek, and said sharply: "Stop pretending! Let me tell you! Brother Tang is already mine!"
"A person like you, never try to snatch him away again!"
Song Xianzhi's eyes were still calm, he just stared at Bai Jingyi without blinking.
For Tang Tang, he has long since lost his obsession.
Everything with him was so hazy, whether it was heart-stirring or sweet.
Maybe the relationship when I was young is really so vulnerable.
It had been several years, and he had long been disheartened, and he was no longer moved when he heard the other party's name.
Bai Jingyi didn't give up, but no matter what he did, Song Xianzhi no longer had any reaction.
Before leaving, Bai Jingyi stepped on his chest.
"Song Xianzhi, don't think about dying so easily."
"I want you to see me with Brother Tang with your own eyes!"
After the person left, the surroundings became completely silent, only half a candle was left burning.
Song Xianzhi squinted his eyes and tilted his head to look out the window.
The bamboo in the bamboo courtyard grows wildly, covering the sky.
Lying like this, he could no longer see the scenery outside the window.
From dusk to late at night, the capital of Song Dynasty has maintained such a posture.
The air in the chest cavity is getting thinner and thinner, like the half candle, burning to the end.
Song Yanzhi raised the corners of his lips and smiled, thinking: This time, Bai Jingyi made a mistake...
The moment before he died, the only thing he was unwilling to do was not being able to wait for Yun Ling.
He... still has a lot to say to him...
In the simple bamboo courtyard, there is one bed per room.
Outside the window, the wind was rumbling, and the rain fell suddenly.The candle burned to the end, and finally fell silent in the dark.
After the rain stopped, at dawn, the person who had closed his eyes suddenly woke up in bed.
Look again, but it is someone else.
... (I am a dividing line)
【Notice! !If you don't want to see the happy ending, stop here! !It can be regarded as a double ending...]
Now the Bamboo Courtyard has become a haha residence.
Although Song Hui and Xiao Hao were the only ones left inside, the days were still fulfilling and happy.
A few days after Song Xianzhi left.
There are still some things happening in the Zongmen these days.
The previous master Yunyou returned, and Yamaha handed over the position of master before it was overheated. It is said that the master intends to train Xu Xiao to become the next master.
After all, the peak masters in the sect don't know whether they want to be, but they just don't have the ability.
Xu Xiao has made great progress this year, and he has matured a lot. He is indeed a usable talent.
Bai Jingyi's sentence has been weighed over and over again. Although a decision has not yet been made, it will definitely not be too light.
On this day, Song Hui was dancing sword in the yard.
In the blooming spring flowers, his posture is reckless, and the sword is held very casually, but with a fierce aura.
The sword energy turned back, peeled and peeled the bamboo, and soon weaved a small stool with rabbit ears in front of him.
Seeing some cute things in front of him, Song Hui's face turned dark when he realized it.
Sure enough, after staying with someone like Song Xianzhi for a long time, he accidentally assimilated himself.
But he just thought about it this way, and finally put the stool back into the room.
As soon as he left the door, there was a wave of fluctuations from the entrance of the courtyard.
No one can come in except those who live in Haha.
Xiao Hao is still taking fencing lessons, so it is impossible to come back now.
Song Hui smiled and walked slowly towards the door.
There was a cloudy figure standing at the door, looking straight over.
is expected.
He seemed to be holding something in his hand.
Even though Song Hui was so far apart, he could still see his slightly trembling hands.
"Mr. Yunxian..."
Song Hui smiled and said softly.
The person opposite took half a step forward, but hesitated and did not take the other half step.
Yun Ling didn't move, and Song Hui stepped forward until the distance between the two was less than three inches.
"Mr. Yunxian, are you here to accept me as a disciple?"
He smiled so hard that his brows and eyes were crooked, and the red mole under his right eye was as bright as blood.
"Master..."
Song Hui reached out and grabbed Yunling's sleeve.
Yun Ling looked down at his hands, her eyes were red, and she hid her hands into fists in her sleeves. After a while, she finally said: "You...will you come under my door?"
Song Hui raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but laughed out loud.
Yun Ling looked up at him with inexplicable emotions.
However, Song Hui shook his head and said, "No. I don't want to..."
Yun Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes quickly dodged, she looked at the ground beside her, and she didn't speak again.
He thought it would make people invisible to his emotions, but Song Hui could see clearly.
He was always like this, always hiding.
Song Hui didn't know why his master, the number one swordsman, was so timid when facing him.
But it doesn't matter, from now on, he will teach the other party to speak, Song recalled.
Yun Ling nervously held the portrait in her hand.
After a while, he suddenly turned his head and spread out the scroll.
Only then did Song Hui see clearly that it was a portrait of a young man.
In the painting, the young man is full of vigor, his arrogance seems to break through the paper and jump out, and there is a red dot right under the young man's right eye.
It looked like ink had accidentally dripped on it.
Song Hui was stunned.
The memory is instantly pulled back to that day.
It turned out that the person who painted that day was actually himself...
Song Hui looked up with a surprised expression.
Yunling's fair face was stained a little red, she still stood, didn't speak, just looked at herself with a good look.
Maybe this is fate, Song Hui actually grew up into the appearance that Yunling drew at that time.
Everything is like a dream.
Only this time, it was a dream.
"How did you recognize me?" Song Hui asked.
"I knew it at the first glance." Yunling replied obediently.
Song Hui let out a breath, his eyes filled with mist, he took a step forward, and hugged Yun Ling's waist.
"Master, you are already my master."
"But this time, we will not be masters and apprentices."