Chapter 106 Floating Dreams

During dinner, he sat around a table with Lu Qingmian, Jiyue Qixing and others.

Mu Bailinfeng was sandwiched between Lu Qingmian and Tian Shu and trembled.

He never thought that one day he would be able to enter the interior of Jiyue Pavilion and eat at the same table with the top killers of Jiyue Pavilion.

Especially with the deputy head of Jiyue Pavilion sitting on his left and one of the former Qiongyu Nine Blades sitting on his right.

It felt like entering a wolf's den.

He turned his head to look at Gu Jue and found that this man seemed to have adapted well. Yu Chi even picked up food for him.

The meal was as uncomfortable as being tortured. He was restless, at a loss, and extremely restrained.

After finally finishing the meal, Yuheng asked him whether he wanted to walk around Jiyue Pavilion again or go to rest first. They had already arranged a room for him.

Mu Bailinfeng was a little confused when he saw how frank he was.

"Aren't you afraid that I will break into the secret room of your Jiyue Pavilion or discover some of your secrets?"

Yuheng was stunned. He didn't expect Mu Bailinfeng to ask this.

In fact, there is no secret room in their Jiyue Pavilion, except for the one where the owner of the pavilion stores medical books.

There is no secret.

They are doing a legitimate business.

Yuheng's eyes drifted to Yu Chi, who raised his eyebrows slightly, and Yuheng instantly understood what he meant.

He turned and looked at Mu Bailinfeng with a calm smile.

"Then I have no choice but to kill you to silence you~"

He laughed so calmly, so calmly that Mu Bailinfeng felt a chill on his back. He didn't think he was joking at all. He had really walked into a den of thieves.

Not to mention that he might not be able to defeat Lu Qingmian with the Jiyue Qixing together, not to mention that there was also Gu Jue beside him.

Based on his relationship with Yu Chi, he would definitely not stand on his side.

And there was also Yu Chi.

He now understood that no matter how good Yu Yao was at being the best in the world, it was all in vain. It was thirteen years ago, and it was almost fourteen years.

I heard that Yu Chi was only fifteen years old at that time, and he could fight Yu Su on equal terms. Now, more than ten years have passed, and I don't know how strong he is.

If they really fight, what will happen?

Mu Bailinfeng hugged the bone painting tightly. Seeing his movements, Jiyue Qixing almost thought he was going to take action.

As a result, he just laughed twice.

"Haha, that, rushing on the road, this, is very tiring. I, I'm going to take a rest, take a rest, ha~"

"Puff!"

Lu Qingmian beside him couldn't help laughing and waved his hands.

"Yuheng, don't tease him, or people will really think our Jiyue Pavilion is some kind of murderous cave."

He stood up and straightened his robe, and stretched out his hand to lead the way for Mu Bailinfeng.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the room."

As he said that, he raised his foot and left his seat. Mu Bailinfeng hurried to follow, fearing that he would be a step late.

Now he realized that there is no such thing as second to none in the world. There are mountains beyond mountains, heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people.

He still has a lot to learn.

Lu Qingmian led him inside, opened a room and invited him in.

"This is it."

He briefly explained the way and said goodbye to Mu Bailinfeng.

"Yuheng has a lively personality. I was just joking with you. Please don't take it to heart."

Mu Bailinfeng breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, then entered the room, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The bone painting vibrated twice in his arms, and Mu Bailinfeng patted the hilt lightly.

"Don't laugh at me~"

The bone painting shook, indicating that it was not okay.

Mu Bailinfeng had no choice but to sneer.

After Lu Qingmian sent Mu Bailinfeng off, he did not go back, but changed a road and went to the back of Jiyue Pavilion, where Bai Ming's tombstone was.

The night wind was a little cool, blowing his robe and hair.

The night was silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Only a light sigh was left, which dissipated in the silent night.

He heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Yu Chi and Gu Jue.

His expression relaxed, and his eyebrows softened.

"Xiao Qi, I remember that you have a medicine called Fu Meng, right?"

As soon as the word Fu Meng came out, Gu Jue obviously felt that Yu Chi held his hand tighter, and he looked at Yu Chi.

Yu Chi pursed his lips slightly, and nodded after a long silence.

"Yes."

Lu Qingmian curved his lips, but his eyes fell on Gu Jue with kindness.

"You probably can't use it anymore, can you give it to me?"

Yu Chi stopped talking.

Gu Jue didn't know what Fu Meng was, but Yu Chi knew it very well.

It was a deadly poison but also a good medicine.

He thought he would be alone all his life, walking alone in this world, but he didn't expect to meet Gu Jue.

So he developed a pill for himself.

It would allow him to indulge in sleep and die, peacefully and harmoniously.

So, he gave it a name, Fu Meng.

It was what he left for himself. When everything was done and the dust settled, he would choose a quiet place and eat Fu Meng.

End his life.

Because Fu Meng was developed by Yu Chi, and only he can make it, there is only one Fu Meng in this world.

"Have you decided?"

Yu Chi is not a saint, and he can't persuade Lu Qingmian to live strong, because before meeting Gu Jue, he himself didn't know why people live in the world.

All he can do is respect all the decisions made by Lu Qingmian.

It has been almost four years since Lu Qingmian lost Bai Ming. He doesn't know how Lu Qingmian felt at that time.

He only knew that if Gu Jue left him one day, he might not be as strong as Lu Qingmian.

After all, Bai Ming died in Lu Qingmian's arms, with bright red blood, the gradually cooling body temperature of the person in his arms, and the disappearance of breathing and pulse.

The more he felt, the more desperate he became.

He always remembered that Lu Qingmian was holding Bai Ming's hand at that time, with his fingertips on Bai Ming's pulse, and he kept probing without giving up.

But there was nothing. The loss of body temperature and the inability to feel a pulse told Lu Qingmian again and again that Bai Ming was dead.

Dead and could not be saved.

Yu Chi's medical skills were great, but he could not save the dead.

No matter how great the medical skills are, it is impossible to bring back a dead person, unless that person is not dead in the first place.

Aren't killers ruthless?

Aren't they born cold-blooded?

But Lu Qingmian cried so miserably, how did he have anything to do with ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness?

Qiong Yulou could not really raise a sharp blade that was heartless and heartless, because as long as they were human, they could not be ruthless.

The night wind blew over Yu Chi and Gu Jue, and Gu Jue felt the light sweat on Yu Chi's palm.

Lu Qingmian's hand fell on Bai Ming's tombstone, smiling gently, with nostalgia in his eyes.

"Yes, I have decided. Since it is a beautiful dream, maybe I can meet him in the dream?"

He was sure of Bai Ming's feelings, but he also blamed Bai Ming for never appearing in his dreams in the past three or four years.

He wanted to ask him if he really loved him.

Or if he was dazzled by some beautiful woman down there and seduced away, so he forgot to look for him in the dream.

Anyway, no matter what, he was going to see him. He just hoped that Bai Ming would still be waiting for him in these three or four years.

He was tired and didn't want to hold on any longer. He couldn't hold on any longer.

Yu Chi took a deep breath, took out a small white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to Lu Qingmian. Lu Qingmian took it and held it in his palm.

"Thank you, Xiaoqi."

Yu Chi's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything. He could only leave with Gu Jue, leaving this quiet place to Lu Qingmian and Bai Ming.

Gu Jue looked back at the green-clothed figure and felt it was a pity.

"Just let him stay here alone?"

"Well, now, it's best to leave him alone."

Lu Qingmian was the last person who had accompanied Yu Chi the longest, and he sent him away personally.

Lu Qingmian poured out his dream and swallowed it without hesitation. He leaned on Bai Ming's monument and fell into a deep sleep, as if he was leaning on Bai Ming's shoulder.

A tear slid down from the corner of his eye, slid across his cheek, and fell on the monument, just hitting Bai Ming's name.

"Bai Ming, I'm coming..."

He saw the handsome man again, with sadness in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Qingmian, I'm here to pick you up."

His tone was somewhat helpless, as if he was blaming Lu Qingmian for coming too early. But

his eyes were sad, sad that Lu Qingmian was tortured and lived alone for so many years.

Lu Qingmian held Bai Ming's hand and smiled brilliantly.

"A Ming."

The breeze passed by, and the person leaning on the monument finally indulged in a beautiful dream and died quietly, with tears in the corners of his eyes and a slight smile on his lips.

Floating dream.

Sleeping is a kind of relief, a temporary amnesia given to you by God, may beautiful dreams heal your sadness.