Jianghu lore order

Chapter 91

The moonlight is cold.

The gentle radiance is sometimes so cold and distant.

Lu Xiaofeng was in the moonlight.

In his arms he holds the one he loves.

That person may eventually leave him, turning all tenderness into untouchable plainness.

He holds his hand.

His hands had slipped from his face.

Only a touch of warmth.

Only this faint heat.

Lu Xiaofeng held his hand, wanting to put this warmth in his heart, and burn this heat into his soul.

But there were no tears in his eyes.

There was only a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In this smile, there are endless feelings, endless meanings, painless heart, and love that no one can understand.

This kind of smile appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's face for the first time.

Maybe for the last time too.

He hugs him, it has nothing to do with the change of the sky and the earth, the movement of the sun and the moon.

A person walked up to him.

That is a very good person.

He was gone, but came back.

Or maybe he didn't leave at all.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I always know that you won't leave."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "I also know that among the prodigal sons in the world, there is one who is a lover."

Lu XiaoFeng smiled.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't smile.

Hua ManLou was sleeping in Lu XiaoFeng's arms.

He knew that maybe Huamanlou would never wake up again.

His heart ached too.

No empathy, no heartbreak.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Take him away."

Sikong Zhaixing fell silent.

After a while, he said, "Are you willing?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I have never lost it, so how can I not let it go."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "He may have..." He finally said softly, "Never wake up..."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Then tell him to sleep well."

He looked at Hua Manlou's face, and suddenly there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.This was tenderness that Sikong Zhaixing had never seen before, he only saw it once, and knew that Lu Xiaofeng would never change his mind again.

Sikong Zhaoxing felt a kind of sadness.

He tried his best not to shed tears.

He said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Lu Xiaofeng said softly: "I really can't go anymore."

His lightness kung fu could no longer jump from the pavilion, and he didn't want to drag Sikong Zhaixing and Huamanlou down.

Sikong Zhaixing said: "I will come back to find you after I settle down in Huamanlou..."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Okay."

But they all knew that it was too late.

Sikong Zhaixing said: "You have to wait for me."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "It sounds like I want to accept your love. I am a phoenix reborn from the ashes, how could I die so easily."

Sikong Zhaixing walked to his side, and gently carried Huamanlou in his arms on his shoulders.

Lu Xiaofeng let go of his hand.

He finally let go of Hua Manlou's hand and let Sikong Zhaixing carry him away.

That warmth finally no longer belonged to his palm, his heart, or his perception.

But this warmth was deeply imprinted in his soul, fused in the depths of his life.

There are many things in life, and it is not reluctant to tell them all in three words.

But if it really comes to such a moment, it is so difficult to be willing.

Lu Xiaofeng did such a difficult thing so resolutely and quietly.

Quiet as if his heart was no longer beating.All fell silent.

Sikong Zhaixing gently carried Huamanlou on his back.

Hua Manlou's face lightly touched his shoulder.

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't feel his breath.

At that moment, his nose was extremely sour, his eyes were almost covered with mist, and his heart sank into a deep pool. He gritted his teeth and said, "You speak as if you are really a phoenix...but I only know one named Lu Xiaoji." friend……"

As he spoke, he stood up with Hua Manlou on his back.

Lu XiaoFeng smiled.

He said softly, "I only know one friend named Monkey Spirit."

Sikong Zhaixing could no longer restrain himself, he said: "I'm leaving."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There will be a time later."

Sikong Zhaixing didn't look back, closed his eyes, and jumped down from the Dingtian Pavilion in an instant.

If a person's qinggong is strong enough, he can hear the sound of the wind passing by.You can even hear the sound of wind penetrating your body, passing through your heart, and flowing into your blood vessels.

Windy night.

Lu Xiaofeng sat alone in the Dingtian Pavilion.

There is no one around him anymore.

There is a person in his heart who will never leave him.

He looked at the moon and felt that the moonlight was so beautiful.

He closed his eyes as he had in the days when he was far from the light.

But the moonlight shines through the darkness, and the light is as gentle as a gentle hand.

There was a smile on his face, and two dimples appeared on his face.

It was a handsome face.

It was a calm and tender smile.

Sikong Zhaixing carried Huamanlou on his back, and he had already fallen to Dingtian Pavilion.

He just wants to go faster and go further.

He just wanted to settle everything and jump to the top of the sky again.

A loud bang!

The sound came from bottom to top, like a thunderbolt striking the top, a thunderbolt piercing through the world!

The Dingtian Pavilion turned into dust and rubble in the loud noise, making a heavy sound of collapse and fragmentation.

The sound spread throughout the entire city.

The roar was like an earthquake, and the earth moved.

Tears finally fell from Sikong Jiexing's eyes.

He didn't look back.

Tears welled up.

He carried Huamanlou on his back, but finally shouted: "Huamanlou! Huamanlou! You must not die!"

He galloped behind him.

He just kept shouting: "Hua Man Lou, you can't die! You must wake up!"

He said: "Huamanlou! You can't die!"

His tears did not stop.

He said: "There must be a way to save you! There must be a way! Wake up! Huamanlou!"

Hua Manlou was on his back, without any movement.

Sikong Zhaixing doesn't care.

Sikong Zhaixing is not allowed.

He can take off the stars in the sky, why can't he leave a person behind?

How could Hua Manlou die like this?

His heart was like the sky-roofing pavilion, after that loud noise, it turned into dust.

He galloped out, he would definitely find a way to wake up Huamanlou.He must save Huamanlou!

A monk stood in front of the city gate.

He looked at Sikong Zhaixing.

He said softly: "The dead cannot be brought back to life."

Sikong Zhaixing finally stopped.

He knows him.

Honest monk.

The honest monk has blood on his body.

He was hurt.

internal injury.

Sikong Zhaixing said: "He is not dead."

The honest monk said: "Even if he is not dead, no one can save him."

Sikong Zhaixing resolutely said: "Impossible!"

Although he said this, they were surrounded by an indelible despair.

The honest monk said: "The only miracle doctor in the world who can save him is already dead."

Yan Wugeng had died in Dingtian Pavilion.

Sikong Zhaixing was taken aback.

The honest monk said: "He has so many life-saving medicines and life-saving methods, but he can no longer pass them on to anyone."

Sikong Zhaixing finally stopped being in a daze, he almost burst into tears again, but this time, it was no longer tears of sadness, tears of parting, but tears of joy!

He said: "I can't thank you enough!"

He ran out of the city gate with Hua Manlou on his back, faster than the meteors in the sky!

The honest monk said: "Amitabha."

As he spoke, blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth.

Yu Luocha's palm technique was indeed much more difficult than he imagined.

The honest monk closed his eyes and said: "Gu Yun, people in the rivers and lakes cannot help themselves."

He suddenly laughed again, and said with a smile: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

He got up, walked slowly, and walked outside the city gate.

All four are empty.Everything is empty.

The long night will pass.

A monk is not a monk.Or, it is not an honest monk.

As the moonlight was about to end, a monk in common clothes stepped into the darkness under the moonlight.

But the dawn will come, the sun will rise, and a new day will come.