Xue Huan

Chapter 4 Floating Huangliang

His father and brother passed away, and his marriage with Lin Shiyin was postponed.For a while, he was disheartened, lazy and bored, and at this time someone in the court impeached him for "associating with bandits", so he simply resigned from office. Without his father's expectations, the court has no meaning to him.

Make friends with gangsters, jokes, he Li Xunhuan is a "bandit".Without his status as an official, the enemies he made in the early years no longer had any scruples, and came to seek revenge one after another.Although Li Xunhuan was not afraid of them, Lin Shiyin was harassed like a frightened bird, begging him from time to time, hoping that he would quit the arena and be an ordinary couple with her.Ximen Chuuxue couldn't deny this, Li Xunhuan hadn't reached Double Ten, and he was asked to quit the arena, Xiao Li Feidao would be a piece of scrap iron if it was put on the shelf, if Xiao Li Feidao really became Xiao Li's "useless" knife, it would be It is definitely a huge loss for Jianghu.Li Xunhuan couldn't turn a deaf ear to Lin Shiyin's words, but this was not his wish, so he could only tactfully promise that he would not easily make enemies with others in the future.But facing his cousin's naive thoughts, he could only smile wryly. Once he entered the rivers and lakes, there was no possibility of withdrawing. For the first time, he realized that the gap between the two could not be made up, not to mention that she was his beloved, she was still his own The only family member, these two points alone put him in a dilemma.

But once it was really dangerous. When he came back from an errand outside the customs, his enemies colluded with the famous "Three Murders Outside the Guan". , maybe this time the sky really wants to kill him.

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help drawing his sword. He had never done such a futile thing before. This person had fallen into desperation before, but he had never been in such despair.He was sad and angry at the same time. Li Xun Huan was already the closest person in this world to him. It was the first time he had tasted helpless and powerless feelings in him. Watching him grow from a small meat dumpling to such an extraordinary appearance, he Although his emotions were shallow, they all belonged to this person. He knew all about his sorrows and pains. There was no one in the world who was closer and understood Li Xunhuan better than him. Ximen Chuuxue didn't understand what kind of complicated emotions this was. It combines family, friendship and even love, but there is no doubt that Li Xunhuan has become the most important person in his life, no one can compare, who can be indifferent to the people he has been with for more than ten years, Ximen Chuuxue thinks he can't.But what is it now?Seeing him sad and lonely and unable to share, seeing him mourning and unable to rely on, is it necessary for him to watch him die but be powerless now?Shocking waves surged from the bottom of his eyes that had never been waveless in the ancient well, which belonged to resentment and despair.It doesn't matter that he has the most powerful swordsmanship in the world, a sword that can't kill people is not worthy of being called a sword.

Maybe fate still couldn't forget Li Xunhuan, when the two of them were almost about to accept their fate, a turning point still appeared.A young man named Long Xiaoyun appeared and rescued Li Xunhuan. With a silver gun, he picked out the last enemy who was also seriously injured but was more outspoken than Li Xunhuan. He also carefully treated Li Xunhuan's wounds and sent him home.If someone jumped out at this time and said that Long Xiaoyun was not a good person, no matter if it was Ximen Chuuxue or Li Xunhuan, they would kick him and let him go. Yun, he happened to save Li Xun Huan, not for fame or gain, so the two became friends and worshiped brothers as a matter of course.Ximen Chuuxue was also grateful to him, he had no reason not to be grateful to him, but if he knew that Long Xiaoyun was one of the culprits that caused the vicissitudes of Li Xunhuan's half life, perhaps this gratitude would not be so pure at this time.

Li Xunhuan took Long Xiaoyun back to Li Garden, but only him and Lin Shiyin lived in the huge Li Garden, but it was very lonely.But when Long Xiaoyun came to Li Garden, he fell ill. The tough man was so ill that Li Xunhuan thought of his own brother almost immediately, and asked him why he was ill in a panic.

Long Xiaoyun fell in love with Lin Shiyin, is there any worse news than this?Didn't he know that Lin Shiyin was his unmarried wife of Li Xunhuan, when Long Xiaoyun dragged his sick body and begged him to "betroth" his cousin to him, the question almost rushed out of his mouth, but he didn't, how could he?Saying this sentence is equivalent to killing Long Xiaoyun immediately, how could Li Xunhuan?Maybe he should also be grateful that Long Xiaoyun's illness is not incurable, and he won't leave him like his elder brother, but how can he promise him?

But should he watch him die?To see a savior who was so kind to him die like this, to see someone who had been close to him and whom he regarded as a brother die like this?Li Xun Huan laughed desolately, if this is the case, it is much more worthwhile to die by himself.But can he tell Lin Shiyin, and then beg Lin Shiyin to marry Long Xiaoyun?He can't, so what can he do?

He gave Lin Shiyin the decision-making power, leaving her to indulge himself, lingering in Hualou, he had to let her leave him voluntarily.Then he started staying out all night, two years of self-imposed exile, did he succeed?Of course, Li Xunhuan is a stubborn person. Once a stubborn person decides to do something, he almost never fails.Lin Shiyin came here again and again, sometimes with Long Xiaoyun, when Ximen Chuuxue saw Long Xiaoyun punch Li Xunhuan in order to "ventilate" Lin Shiyin, that scene made his eyes hurt.Later, Lin Shiyin didn't come again, the last time she came, she didn't even enter the building, the tears in her eyes dried up, she just stared at the lights all over the building, then turned and left.She agreed to Long Xiaoyun's marriage proposal, his two years of ardent pursuit were not in vain, Shi Shi's heart was melted by him, and then she really despaired of Li Xunhuan.Ximen Chuuxue knew that he shouldn't blame her. Although she was from a martial arts family, she had always been raised as a lady, so what could he blame her for?But he still couldn't help asking:

"You just left like this! Why didn't you call your cousin back? Your temperament changed overnight, and you actually believed such a clumsy trick!" But who could hear?Even Ximen Chuuxue thought he was ridiculous.

He still can't completely regard himself as a spectator. He can just watch Li Xunhuan's happy childhood, but he can't be calm during his life's ups and downs and painful years. How can such a Ximen Chuuxue be a god?He is just a mortal, he has all the joys and sorrows of mortals, but he never had the chance to experience it before, he thought that the way of the sword cares about sincerity and purity, so he has been focused on it for more than twenty years, what has become of his sword now, Who can know, there is no opponent and no challenge, who can know.

Lin Shiyin didn't look at Li Xunhuan for long, but Li Xunhuan had been staring at her figure for a long time upstairs. There were no famous prostitutes, silk and bamboo, no perfume, no brocade bed, and only a pot of sake, which was still the best bamboo leaf , he drank one cup after another, not in a hurry but quickly, and then suddenly coughed loudly, his cheeks were flushed, and Ximen Chuixue's brows were wrinkled.He hasn't been like this for the past two years.When the cough stopped, he looked at the direction where Lin Shiyin's back disappeared, and said to himself:

"This is good, this is good, you should have left a long time ago, you should have given up on me as a prodigal son, Long Xiaoyun can be an ordinary couple with you, this is good, that is good..." Then he poured out Wine, laugh out loud, shouting good, shouting should have been so.

How could Li Xunhuan be absent from Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun's wedding? Not only was he not absent, but he also gave Li Yuan's land deed as a congratulatory gift at the wedding. The two needed a stable home, but Long Xiaoyun didn't, so he gave it.On the night of festivities and candles in Lin Shiyin's bridal chamber, Li Xunhuan stood outside her small building for a whole night. The wind in the winter night was too cold, and Li Xunhuan's cough didn't stop after that night.Now that Lin Shiyin has his own home, how can he continue to stay and look at Li Yuan's plum blossoms alone?Taking his loyal servant Tie Chuanjia with him, he left the pass for another ten years.

Wanmei Villa is also close to Saibei, and Ximen Chuuxue is no stranger to the scenery outside the pass, but this barren smoke and dry grass is not at all suitable for Li Xunhuan to recuperate.It's a pity that the patient didn't have the self-consciousness of a patient at all. For ten years, he almost ate wine as a meal. Tie Chuanjia persuaded him not to do it. He felt sad and sad. Isn't alcohol the best medicine.He drank heavily and then coughed heavily, killing his life one by one.He continued to carve wood, which could keep his alcoholic hands from shaking, but what he carved was no longer an animal. He started to carve a woman, Ximen Chuuxue certainly recognized it, it was Lin Shiyin.But he would never give his wooden statue a face. The image of a woman is so soft and beautiful, and every knife is engraved with blood. After carving, he found a place to bury the portrait. Whenever he did this, Ximen Chuuxue would always bear it. I can't help but close my eyes, so why bother?How can there be such a fool in the world, Li Xun Huan is such a fool.

In ten years, the barren grass has grown and withered ten times, but Li Xunhuan is still the same Li Xunhuan, who says he hates trouble, sees injustice but never turns a blind eye to it.He watched him running around for people who had nothing to do with him, watched him frighten a group of bloodthirsty villains here with a flying knife, watched the plum tree he planted in the small courtyard grow up little by little, watched his The condition is getting worse day by day.He accompanies him to ride horses on the grasslands, and he accompanies him to the ice field and permafrost, witnessing the magnificence of snow melting into rivers.But Li Xunhuan is not the Li Xunhuan of the past, ten years is enough to wipe out the determination in his eyes when he was young, enough to make the ambitions of the past become a puff of smoke in front of his eyes.

An occasional beauty, at the beginning of spring, the Changbai snow had just melted, the mountains were blue and the sky was clear, the sun was too bright that day, sprinkled on the snow on the top of the mountain, and fell into an extremely magnificent color light.The two were standing at the foot of the mountain, Li Xun Huan was still drinking, he started to cough after taking a sip, his back bent, but he couldn't bear to move his eyes away for a moment, when the coughing stopped, he straightened up, exhaled lightly, and a twitch curled up on his lips laugh.Ximen Chuuxue stared blankly, how long had it been since he had seen such a relaxed smile, at that moment, only each other was left in the world.

Li Xun Huan straightened his legs and leaned lazily on the carriage. The beautiful scenery he saw today made him feel quite happy. It was rare that he was not carving wood or gulping down wine. Lazy and elegant, Ximen Chuuxue sat beside him with his sword in his arms, just watching him quietly.The wind and frost outside the Great Wall were like swords, fine lines invaded his jade-like face, and his temples were covered with snow and frost.Although his eyes are still young and lively, but Li Xunhuan is indeed getting old day by day, he can't help but caress his face, time has long forgotten him, he looks the same as before.He got up and approached Li Xunhuan, this face was so familiar, he was familiar with every trace of muscle lines on it, he was familiar with the smallest proportions of eyebrows and eyes, even if he closed his eyes, he could draw it to perfection, but he had never touched it before. With this face, even if the two of them are so close now, Ximen Chuuxue can almost feel Li Xun's cheering breath, but that's only almost, we are close to each other, but we can never look at each other, this distance seems to be shorter than a few feet away , but in fact it is longer than Tianya.This is something he has known for a long time. He seems to understand the purpose of God letting him come here, but he seems to be more confused. He has walked firmly in the first twenty years of his life. He has never had such uncertainty. , but no matter what, if he could see Li Xunhuan's white hair, peace and joy, it would be a blessing, at least Ximen Chuuxue thought so.

Li Xun Huan was sick and couldn't get up all day long. There were no good doctors outside the customs. Ximen Chuuxue was a doctor, but he couldn't save him. He couldn't get up all day. Ximen Chuuxue was by his side all day Seeing him with red cheeks and chapped lips due to the high fever, seeing him sweating at night and then shivering with cold, seeing him coughing and vomiting blood incessantly, just looking at him is torture.Isn't Ximen Chuuxue torturing himself? When did the hardships imposed on Li Xunhuan become Ximen Chuuxue's hardships.He thought countless times that if he was here, he would be healed, and even if he wasn't, he would never be made to suffer so much.If he is here, but he is obviously there, what could be more ironic than this, he also thought that if he could touch him, he must beat him hard first, knock his head and look inside What was he thinking? Did he throw all his elder brother's dying words into the ditch?

Li Xunhuan had been ill for a whole month, and Tie Chuanjia had wiped away so many tears during this heart-wrenching month. When his young master was able to get up and walk outside the house, the iron-clad man was sobbing like a little daughter-in-law, which made Li Xunhuan feel guilty.But his serious illness completely wiped out his hope of recovering physically. If it wasn't for his proud internal strength, he would have been begging for wine in the palace of the king of hell. Li Xunhuan knew it well, and Ximen Chuuxue knew it too.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want to bury his bones in a foreign country, this year Li Xunhuan finally decided to enter the customs, after all he still wants to meet his only relative in this world, also the most beloved woman, before he dies, to see if she is living a happy life.I also want to go to worship before the spirit of my father and brother, and confess by the way, that I am really the most unworthy descendant of the Li family.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is like silver. Li Xunhuan entered the customs with the wind and snow sandwiched between him, and also the deepest loneliness in the world.Is Li Xunhuan lonely? He is the one who likes to make friends the most, but he has rarely made friends these years. He gently rejects others' visits to his world. With the strongest fatigue, ten years of wind and frost have taken away too much.Is Ximen Chuuxue lonely? He has been like a ghost for more than 30 years. Before that, he had the coldest loneliness in the world, and these 30 years were enough for him to realize how lonely he is. Loneliness should be silent. But in the most prosperous and noisy loneliness in the depths, he laughed viciously at how he was out of tune with this world.