Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Struggling to wake up from the nightmare, Yu Beizhou still sat on the bed for a long time, until the cold sweat on his body was dried.

In the dream, he watched Zong Luo's death countless times, rushed forward countless times, and watched this man pass him countless times.

And the so-called heaven.

That extreme sense of oppression, Yu Beizhou has no doubts, as long as the other party is willing, he will be forcibly erased from his memories and placed in the original so-called "correct development" with "no mistakes" and no senior brother exists.

Fortunately he woke up.

As the dream says, no matter what happens in the dream, it is just a dream.

But... Yu Beizhou remembered very clearly that he was indeed dead, lying in the arms of the white-robed prince and leaving with a smile, his heart shattered into pieces under the arrow of the divine machine crossbow.

Will let him go, it doesn't mean that Nightmare will be so kind and help him repair the fatal injury.

But now, his heart is still beating.

Vigorously pounding in his chest, hardly like his.

Floating life dream three thousand times, wake up is the dreamer.

Yu Beizhou was silent for a long time, running a large Zhoutian's internal force on the bed, focusing on exploring the heart that was torn apart not long ago, and found that although there are traces of incomplete recovery, it is indeed out of danger. Feeling out of bed.

The ugly eagle, who was also injured, was lying beside him, and when he saw it, he patted its owner's arm with its wrapped feathers.

"I know, I know."

The young man in red replied casually.

This is probably his best attitude towards this eagle. On weekdays, it is either casually perfunctory, or it is disgusting that it is ugly and not worthy of the good-looking self.

Yu Beizhou put on his boots and pushed open the door of this dark room.

In an instant, the bright sunshine outside could no longer be covered, and the whole garden was rushing towards the door like spring, illuminating the cramped, medicinal-smelling room.

Outside is an absolute canyon, the ground is covered with thick grass, and in the center flows a pure stream from a snow-capped mountain, and the stream is full of colorful flowers.

There are unknown wild trees planted at the bend of the river, with strange shapes, but the branches above are covered with clusters of blooming flowers. Occasionally, a breeze blows, blowing the petals into the stream, and also The rich floral fragrance is brought to any place in the valley.

Oddly-shaped buildings are built along the hills. With the higher and higher terrain in the valley, the buildings are also attached to the cliff walls, which are gorgeous and magnificent.

Farther away, it was invisible, and the valley was surrounded by mist. It was a method of confusion that was deliberately created by Qimen Dunjia. If someone strays into it, and doesn't know how to solve the formation, they will just linger at the gate of the valley forever like a ghost hitting the wall.

"...a familiar sight."

With just one glance, Yu Beizhou recognized where he was now.

This was the first time he and Zongluo met in a meaningful way, where they studied arts together and lived for ten years. The legendary paradise, ordinary people can't reach, and no one knows where the specific location is - Ghost Valley.

He quickened his pace.

There is a huge valley, and only birdsong is quiet.

Blurred reality and dream, Yu Beizhou has not figured out whether it is the world after waking up or whether he has entered a new dream.

The only way to tell is to find that person.

Everything is false, and in this puppet show that has traversed two lifetimes, there is only one real person.

Tens of thousands of people retreated, but only one person went upstream.

Break free from the shackles of fate and stand in front of him.

There is only one person in Yu Beizhou's eyes, and there will always be only that person.

With him, it is Xinghe Changming. Without him, it would be a long night.

The young man in red skillfully walked through the ghost valley, bypassing the scattered arrow targets and wooden stakes, and the little people with straw. Even after all this time, they didn't show any signs of aging, just like when he left here more than a decade ago.

This area was originally the dojo of an immortal. After the immortal ascended to the world, the spiritual energy subsided, and it was passed on to future generations.

Yu Beizhou opened the wooden doors of every room and set foot in every place where there might be people, but he never saw anyone he was thinking about.

Finally, there is only one last place left.

The main hall built on the cliff of the valley.

Guigu has a lot of things to learn. Half of the valley has been hollowed out and filled with books. Among them is the architectural aesthetics that did not attract much attention in the war-torn era. For example, this main hall, which is built right in the center of the cliff, is a whole wooden structure, with a nine-curved corridor at the waist, built in mid-air like a Shu Road. If it happens to be foggy one day, from a distance, it looks like an immortal palace Qiongyu floating in the air, very beautiful.

There is a waterfall running through the center of the main hall on the steep cliff behind, rustling down like a jade belt.

The lobby of the main hall even opened a special place for this purpose. You can stand on the mountainside and watch the waterfall fall from a high place to a deep pool, and the beautiful scenery of broken jade splashing.

Among the flowers and green leaves of the Ghost Valley, the young man in red walked up the stairs.

In the frozen beauty, he is the only bright color.

"crunch-"

The heavy temple door was pushed open.

A faint light leaked from the end of the wooden corridor, illuminating the light and dust in the air.

At the end of the shimmering light, someone was sitting on a futon that was unique.

In front of him was a waterfall that melted down from the top of the snow-capped mountain. The diffused cold air shrouded his whole body, and it was condensed into one body with the long silver-white hair, similar to the immortal who was not stained with fine dust.

"You're here." Zong Luo said lightly.

His voice was very calm, just like the snow dripping down in front of him, steady and condensed.

It's like an eternity.

For Yu Beizhou, it was only a distance from closing his eyes and opening his eyes from when he closed his eyes on the battlefield to having a nightmare and then waking up.

However, for Zong Luo, seven days had passed.

He didn't even know how he got here in the past seven days.

"Senior brother, I hate you so much."

Above the wilderness, after whispering the confession of hate as love, the young man in red, who was leaning on his shoulder and always flamboyant and wanton, closed his eyes.

After a long time, Zong Luo got up in a daze.

He didn't know where he was going, he just ran forward like crazy.

The roar of the wind, the sound of gold and iron horses on the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder and the flames of war... Everything is far away from him.

The prince's white clothes were dyed the color of hunting blood, with blood dripping from the end. In a trance, I thought that the two disciples of Guigu put aside their grievances, and the pearls and curtains came together. Little did they know that one of them had already lost his breath.

If there is anyone else in this world who can save Yu Beizhou, except for Taiwu who is far away in Dayuan, there is only their common master, Guiguzi.

Ghost Valley is in the territory of Weiguo, but it is not a short distance from the battlefield.

Zongluo placed the injured Zhao Yebai on the spot and let him return to the barracks to report the news after the armistice. Then he took Yu Beizhou with a trace of his warm body and rushed to the Ghost Valley day and night.

The sky started to rain.

Heavy rain.

Zong Luo hugged Yu Beizhou, broke into the ghost valley abruptly, and knelt down in front of the teacher's door.

Behind the hall separated by a door, is Guiguzi who closed his eyes and pondered.

"Master...Master, please save him."

His dry lips were bloodstained, his luxurious clothes were covered with dust, and his white hair was entangled with the black hair on his shoulders, solidifying into blood scabs, which turned into bloodshots again under the heavy rain, dyeing the stone steps scarlet color.

Guiguzi is known as the first person who has penetrated the sky through the ages, and bears the inheritance of the past dynasties of Guigu.

No matter Zongluo or Yu Beizhou, they are his proud disciples. He originally thought that among the two disciples, the last one alive would always fight to take over his mantle.

However no.

Guiguzi waited here for a whole year, but what he saw was such a scene.

"Master, please."

Zong Luo kowtowed deeply and placed the person in his arms in front of him.

His head was full of frost and flowers, just like his indomitable and determined mentality: "As long as he can survive... I can give everything and ask Master to fulfill him."

The immortal old man sighed: "He is already dead."

Not only dead, but dead beyond death.

The prince in white still maintained that posture in the rain, and had no intention of getting up at all.

"You know, that's the forbidden technique in the forbidden technique?"

Guiguzi scolded coldly: "From now on, you will share weal and woe, life and death will follow. Life and pain are all tied together, and you will lose half your life."

Zong Luo's throat rolled twice: "The disciple knows, but the disciple is willing."

Everything seemed to repeat the conversation between Yu Beizhou and Taiwu in the dream.

Is there anything he can't give up?

He didn't think of anything when he stepped into the massive formation.

pain. Pain deep into the bone marrow.

The contents of his chest were forcibly pulled out by witchcraft, and were divided into two bloody clumps, and the other half was stuffed into another person's chest.

"If it hadn't been for the elixir to protect the last minute of the heart, and a few hours later, the immortal master himself would have nothing to do."

Guiguzi has already reached his deadline, otherwise he would not have sent a letter to the two disciples, asking them to choose the next candidate for Guiguzi. However, Zongluo insisted on saving Yu Beizhou and did not listen to anything, so Guiguzi could only exhaust his life skills and use forbidden techniques.

Originally, these skills were to be passed on to the next Guiguzi.

"Let's go, it's time to sit down as a teacher."

The old man waved his hand wearily: "Whether he is successful or not, whether he was rescued or not. Whoever inherits the Ghost Valley, you two brothers and sisters, should not fall into the prestige of my school."

So next, Zong Luo sat in the hall for three whole days.

He maintained this posture, not daring to take a look in the wing.

Although using forbidden techniques, there is still a fairly high risk of failure.

It was not until Yu Beizhou stepped up the stone steps, step by step, and pushed the door open, that Zong Luo finally spoke up.

His expression was as serene as falling plum and snow, fearing that this sweet dream would be disturbed.

"I will never forgive you, Yu Beizhou."

After experiencing great joy, great sorrow, great enlightenment, Zong Luo finally understood.

Why does Yu Beizhou guard his hatred and is reluctant to let go? Why does he still hate him tirelessly as always, knowing that he is not the third prince.

"I know."

The chest of the man behind him shook and he smiled.

The arm that had regained body temperature was wrapped around the shoulders of the prince in white, and the temperature was scorching hot.

Whether it was Yu Beizhou returning to the forefront of the timeline in his dream, it fulfilled the cause and effect of Zongluo's writing.

It was Zong Luo who knelt in the mud in the rain and cut half of his heart under the forbidden technique.

They all tacitly did not mention it.

"Senior brother doesn't have to forgive me, and never has to forgive me. Because I just want you to owe me, and we just want to owe each other."

Yu Beizhou laughed and kissed it, extremely touching and bloody.

He doesn't want anything right now, just wants to have sex/love with this guy.

"As for now... Spring. Night is very short. Who cares about those love and grudges?"