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"Brother Ma, what time is it, do you still have a joke?" Finally, Lu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes angrily and asked.

"Just kidding?" Ma Yuan raised his eyebrows and raised the cloth belt to Lu Xiaofeng in a natural way, said dumbly: "Lu Xiaofeng, you can see clearly. This cloth belt may seem worthless to you, but in At this moment, it is worthwhile to you."

Lu Xiaofeng also raised an eyebrow.

Anyone who wants to come, and how to look at it, can't see that the cloth is a valuable treasure, but Ma Yuan just said it very seriously, it seems that it is not like a joke.

So Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Is there anything special about this belt?"

"Of course," Ma Yuan looked more cautiously, lowering his voice, and said, "This cloth strip was released from Ye Gucheng!"

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes brightened immediately. This smelly and dirty piece of cloth seemed to him to be more precious than the golden jade belt.

"Brother Ma, how did you get this tape?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask.

Ma Yuan would not say that it was robbed from Shengtong monk. He snorted coldly and said lightly: "It's nothing, but I just met a monk who came to pay my respects on the way to Xiao Xueer, and he gave it to me.

Ma Yuandao said: "It is said that Ye Gucheng went to live in the noon today."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "He went alone?"

Ma Yuan nodded.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the white cloth tape stained with pus blood in his hand, and was silent for a long time, and suddenly he slapped his head: "I understand, I finally understand."

"Well?" Ma Yuan said in coordination.

I saw Lu Xiaofeng's eyebrow dancing: "Ye Gucheng, who neither loves flowers nor close to women's colors, wants beautiful women to pave the road with flowers in front of them, just to cover up the stench of pus and blood from their wounds."

"And, I couldn't find him in the city, just because he didn't settle in the inn at all, but invested in a broken temple in the desert."

Ma Yuan nodded and said, "Of course, Ye Gucheng can't let others know that his injury is not only not good, but also worsened."

"Yes," Lu Xiaofeng said: "After the lion is injured, he will definitely hide in the mountains alone, otherwise he will be afraid that even the wild dog will bite it."

But after saying this, Lu Xiaofeng's heart sank. He had hoped that he could cure Ouyang Qing's wounds and poisons. Now he knows that Ye Gucheng is already insecure. How can he save others?

Ma Yuan did not understand Lu Xiaofeng's mood at the moment. It's just that for Ma Yuan, he now wants to see Ye Gucheng who is recovering.

Ma Yuandao: "Since you already know that Ye Gucheng can't help you, should you go and see?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded. With a sad and lonely sorrow for the rabbit and the dead fox in his smile, he slowly continued: "Although he and I only met twice in a hurry, we always regarded him as my friend... Ye Gucheng must now need a friend very much, He doesn’t have many friends after all. At this moment, a real friend may be more difficult for Ye Gucheng than an antidote."

Ma Yuan smiled and said: "I feel that knowing a Lu Xiaofeng is worth meeting a lot of friends."

The two rushed to the temple in the mountains together.

The room was damp and dark, and the place was not very narrow, but there was only one bed, one table, and one stool. Therefore, it seemed to be sullen on all sides, empty and lonely, and it also made the lone lamp dim and dim. The dust on the wall has not been removed. There is a cobweb on the roof. The broken scripture beside the solitary lamp has not been read for a long time.

Ye Gucheng was in this room, lying on a cold and hard wooden bed. Although he was already tired, he turned back and forth and could not sleep.

He had long been used to loneliness. A swordsman like him was destined to be isolated from the world, just like an ascetic monk, he had no chance to enjoy all the joys in this world.

Because "Tao" must be understood only in loneliness and hardship. The same is true of Kendo. There is no family, no friends, no wife, no children, and no relatives.

The wind came in from the window, the broken window sounded like fallen leaves, and there was still a bad smell in the house that could not be blown by the wind. He knew his wounds were completely ulcerated, like a piece of rotten meat with maggots.

He was originally a lofty and noble person, but now he is hiding in this black hole like a wounded wild dog. This kind of torture and pain was originally unwilling to endure, but he must endure it. Because he must live till September 15.

The sound of autumn is silent, the autumn wind is bleak, how can he spend this long night?

Ye Gucheng sighed, and suddenly sat up. Just after getting out of bed, I heard the wind passing by the window-it was no natural wind.

The sword is on the table. When he backhanded, he had grasped the hilt, his reaction was still very quick, and his movements were still sensitive.

"You don't need to pull your sword." Someone outside the window smiled and said: "If you have wine, you might as well pour a glass."

Ye Gucheng's hand holding the sword slowly relaxed, he had already heard this person's voice: "Lu Xiaofeng?"

"It's not just Lu Xiaofeng." The man's voice came again from the window. Ye Gucheng heard it this time. It was indeed Lu Xiaofeng.

But who else can be besides Lu Xiaofeng? Without much thought, Ye Gucheng reluctantly stood up, stood upright, covered his shirt, gathered his sadness, strode over, and opened the door.

The moonlight outside the door was still, and there was silence.

Lu Xiaofeng was smiling at him, copying his iconic hands, leaning on the door frame and watching Ye Gucheng quietly.

The thin, tall man who followed him suddenly said, "Oh, it seems that Lord Ye has no idea that my horse would come together?"

Ma Yuan. Ye Gucheng remembers this person and also remembers this name.

For a moment, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, but in a blink of an eye, it seemed to them that there was none.

Finally, Ye Gucheng turned silently, sat down on the only stool, and said slowly: "But you shouldn't have come, there is no wine here!"

Ma Yuan smiled: "But there are friends here."

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