Thirty-ninth Raiders

Braving the heavy rain, Chen Shisong wrapped up the medicine basket in his raincoat and drove back. This place is a medicine mountain, and there are some rare herbs on the mountain. Chen Shisong knew that Yu Chu's condition was not going to improve, and it was useless to pick them... But he still went Picked.

It's frustrating to have nothing to do.

In the middle of the walk, he suddenly stopped, his figure stopped in the heavy rain, then suddenly turned to another road, and hurried to the depths of the medicine mountain.

"..."

The boy behind finally drew out his long sword. The cold sword light contrasted with the heavy rain. The raindrops fell on his long sword. His eyes were even colder, and he gritted his teeth slightly, "Where's Master?"

Chen Shisong was blocked in his way, so he could only stop and look at him.

The young man was drenched all over, and he didn't have any strength to block the pouring raindrops. He stood in the rain, water dripping from the corner of his clothes, and water from his snow-white fingertips. A pair of clear and light-colored eyes stared at him: "Where's Master?"

Chen Shisong sighed slightly.

The other party followed him for a while, and now he changed his route before showing up. It seems that he must find the master today.

Chen Shisong looked at his expression, that delicate and beautiful little face was as white as paper, and his pupils were cold and empty, staring straight at him.

He knew that the other party could not be persuaded to go back.

With an old voice, he asked, "How did you find me?"

"..." His old voice made Jiang Ran pause for a moment, his delicate brows furrowed, and he looked at him with a pale face, "I put a positioning spell on you."

Chen Shisong was surprised: "When?"

"It's very early."

How could Jiang Ran allow a junior who appeared out of nowhere to follow his master every day... Although the master did not dare to go against his will, he did not hesitate to take action against this junior.

"Take me to see Master." He said in a very cold tone with raindrops dancing on his long sword.

Chen Shisong was silent for a moment, then calmly raised his eyes to look at the young man, and said:

"She said, don't see you."

"..." The boy's slender eyelashes blinked slightly.

The rain wetted the long eyelashes, and it fell on the eyelashes. It took a lot of effort for Jiang Ran to bite his lips, keeping his expressionless, "...take me to see her."

"Your master doesn't want to see you." Chen Shisong repeated, "I asked her if she wanted to see you, but she refused."

This sentence is exported.

The boy on the opposite side looked at him quietly.

Chen Shisong's heart stopped suddenly, for some reason, just touching the other person's eyes made him feel a little sad.

So poor, eyes.

…

"She insisted on killing the Demon King, but she actually wanted to die together. You also know your master's ambition in this life, to help the Immortal Sect... This is the result of her willingness." Chen Shisong whispered, "I'm just a living I have been a casual cultivator for a long time, and I admire your master as a person, and helped her solve the matter of Yu Xianzong, and now accompany her through the last part of the journey."

He always spoke directly, even if the eyes of the child in front of him were trembling, he said frankly: "So, she doesn't want to see you before she leaves, I can't take you to see her. Don't be too sad, you are young, help her look after her Good luck to the Immortal Sect..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The child on the opposite side raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were slightly red, staring at him blankly.

…

Chen Shisong frowned slightly.

"Go back." Although he couldn't bear it, he still sighed.

It was raining heavily. There was a faint thunder.

"Master is afraid of thunder." The young man said in a low voice with a pale face. He slowly retracted his sword, lowered his eyes, and his voice trembled in the rain: "I don't see her. I'm outside, far away, is that okay?"

He pressed his heart lightly, as if doing so could relieve the pain, "I don't want to disturb her, I just stay with her from a distance, can't I?"

The boy's voice was so soft that it almost drifted away with the wind.

His words are really pitiful.

Chen Shisong hesitated for a while.

Since he didn't see him, then he didn't violate the wish of the Immortal in White.

And since he has found this place, the last journey of Master's life will be with him from afar... It's fine.

He sighed and said, "Then you come with me and don't disturb her."

The boy didn't speak, and followed quietly with his eyes lowered.

Came to the small courtyard in the mountains.

Jiang Ran suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stood outside the courtyard and looked at the wooden house. Chen Shisong opened the door and let him in sideways. The young man's white chin was dripping with rain, he pursed his lips and slowly shook his head: "I'm outside the courtyard."

His voice was as low as whispering to himself, and he said slowly, "She doesn't want...to see me."

Chen Shisong glanced at the pouring rain, then at the young man, and finally didn't refuse, he closed the door and went in.

Jiang Ran stopped outside the courtyard, slowly sat down along the wall, the heavy rain pressed on his body, and he felt pain and cold. He stared blankly through the fence, looking at the quiet courtyard, his heart was filled with panic, his heart was pounding, desperate and dazed.

When Master was at the main peak, he slept longer and longer every day. At this moment...if it wasn't for the imminent end, she wouldn't be hiding from the entire Yuxian Sect. Judging from Chen Shisong's tone and expression, she might be in a bad situation...but she didn't want to see him.

The person who used to be afraid that thunder would get into his arms, now it was raining wet and cold, and the thunder was rumbling, but he couldn't accompany her.

Across a wall of silent creepers, two or three sparse fences, his master...

He likes Master.

Unknowingly.

There are many thoughts that I didn't understand at the beginning.

At that time, if he really hated the relationship between master and student so much, he should have gone out to admonish them when the two disciples in Zangshu Pavilion were discussing, and they should have stopped those conversations.

If he really didn't like Master's closeness, why did he not refuse all the closeness before she expressed her intention, and accepted all the ambiguities without knowing what to do and blushing. He never refused.

If he hadn't been tempted a little bit, how could he feel as if he was about to die when the master cut the red rope. Jiang Ran had never experienced the panic at that moment in his life.

He finally lost something forever.

master.

The heavy rain poured down on his body, the young man remained still, he leaned against the wall, his lips gradually paled like white paper, he didn't have magic power to avoid the rain, but put a layer of fairy power on the clarinet in his arms.

The clarinet lay quietly in his palm.

He can only accompany her like this now.

There was only one thing left with him.

I don't know how long it has been raining.

Above the small wooden house, two small fairy clouds floated with the wind, and the light-colored fairy power enveloped the small courtyard, which was a sign that would only appear when a cultivator passed away. The young man stared blankly at the celestial clouds above the cabin, the misty celestial power. It's getting lighter.

in his heart.

Suddenly very slightly—

Feel, empty.

"Master..."

The boy's face was as pale as snow.