Luo Changfeng has disappeared for more than a month.

Ever since he heard about the rebellion of the Eight Hundred Sects of Sacred Sacrifice Ceremony, the red-clothed figure above the towering silver city in the vast world began to go crazy and probe around to find out Luo Changfeng's whereabouts.

But no matter how many Yan Lingwei were sent, even if she got rid of her past grievances and sent someone to Dongchu to ask the Ming King Jun Zeyu, there was still no news.

No one knew where the city lord she was concerned about was, as if Luo Changfeng had escaped from heaven and earth in an instant after leaving Tiandong. Not only him, but even his senior brother Huang Fuyi is nowhere to be found.

......

At the top of the silver city, the red robe and green silk have been dyed all over by snowflakes.

The sad face that couldn't lower her brows was deeply locked in the beautiful face, An Hongdou looked at the people in the silver world under her feet, looked at the bustling streets and lively crowds in the city, and the corners of her eyes unconsciously slipped crystal teardrops.

Thinking of the echo from Tianji Pavilion just now, she really couldn't think of anyone who couldn't even find out the whereabouts of Tianji Pavilion, who else in this world knew where Luo Changfeng went after leaving Tiandong.

She knew he must be hurt.

It was a very serious injury.

It's not that she can't trust that senior brother, no matter when and where, she just wants to be by his side every step of the way, just like the respectful and respectful in the past ten years.

But now, when he was most painful and vulnerable, she could only stand alone in Yincheng and look at it.

She began to regret why she hadn't been with him in the first place.

There were very light footsteps behind him, like stepping on snow without a trace. After teaching the apprentice for a long time, An Hongdou knows that she is a ghostly Song Lingyun girl even if she doesn't have to turn around.

She wiped away her tears and forced a smile: "You girl, you don't practice well, and you're greedy for fun?"

Song Lingyun stepped forward and grabbed An Hongdou's thin wrist, and said coquettishly: "How can there be a disciple, it was the grandfather of Yuwen who asked me to give a message to my master." ”

An Hongdou pointed at the tip of Xiao Song's nose, revealing a slightly doting look: "What does Uncle Yuwen want to explain?"

Song Lingyun, who was determined to study in the academy when he grew up beside his parents in Bodhi City, said very happily: "It's a new academy, and the grandfather of Yuwen said that there was a pavilion on Bodhi Mountain. ”

An Hongdou thought that he had misheard, and repeated the sentence unconvinced: "There is a pavilion on Bodhi Mountain?"

Complicated thoughts poured into my mind for no reason.

Bodhi Mountain has been abandoned for more than ten years, how could he build a pavilion? Could it be him? Could it be that he and his senior brother have been hiding in the old site of the academy since they left the Twelve Star River?

"Are your injuries healed?"

"Has the demonic nature of the butcher's knife been suppressed?"

"Is it the help of the senior brother?"

"Why do you want to build a pavilion? Do you plan to reopen the Bodhi Academy and restore the former glory of the Daomen Holy Land? But why are you so anxious? At present, the alien race is surrounded by civil strife, and the troubled times have risen, and the great world has not been opened, which is not appropriate......

There are so many questions that need answers.

An Hongdou didn't think much about it, she knew that these answers were in Bodhi Mountain. As long as she finds Luo Changfeng's whereabouts, all doubts are no longer a problem.

Because for her, no matter how many questions she has, she wants only one answer.

That is Luo Changfeng.

She just needs to know where Luo Changfeng is and if he is okay!

She decided to temporarily entrust Yincheng to Uncle Yuwen, her hospital.

......

It's dusk.

The slanting sun shines on the earth, and the green trees, red flowers, green mountains and blue water are all included under the beautiful lines, which is not beautiful.

Suddenly, a horse-drawn carriage crossed the side road and broke into the quiet scene.

The driver was a thin, bright-eyed old slave.

In the distance, he saw a figure lying on the bank of the river beside the side road, and the old slave who was enthusiastic hurriedly grabbed the reins and forced the carriage to stop.

The window was pushed open, and a pair of clear and immature eyes poked out, and a girl dressed in silk and satin asked, "What's the matter, Old Xu?"

The old slave knew that he had stopped and was bumpy, startled the girl in the car, and looked at the riverbank guiltily and said, "Girl, there is a person there." ”

The girl dressed in silk is naturally not the girl in the mouth of the old slave.

The girl was holding the girl in the carriage.

The girl was dressed plainly and wore light makeup. She has a pair of autumn water cut eyes, and her skirt can't hide her very seductive slender figure.

The girl is beautiful, an indescribable beauty.

Her beauty is a little more debauched and bewitching than many famous ladies, and compared with those women who are captivating the city and the country but have more mature gentleness.

She is like an art girl boarding in a green building, cleaner than the people in the building, but more reverie than the people in the boudoir.

But the most beautiful thing is her heart.

Perhaps she felt sympathy for the familiar encounters in the countless difficult and unbearable years of the past, but she couldn't stand idly by and ignore the faint figure that appeared inexplicably on the riverbank.

Finally, with the help of the old slave and the girl, Luo Changfeng, who was dressed in black and silver-haired and covered in blood, was washed away by the river but still showed traces of injuries, and was carried into the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage travels in the picturesque Tiannan.

This place has been incorporated into Longxiang County.

A pair of jade hands have always been only for playing the piano and stroking the strings, and the girl who has always been there to play the piano and stroke the strings personally cleaned Luo Changfeng's pale cheeks, and the girl waiting on the side was full of incomprehension: "The girl is kind, this person is unknown, and she is not afraid of causing any trouble." ”

The girl smiled, with a hint of sadness in that smile: "It is the life of duckweed wandering without roots, and I don't know if there is no future in life and death, and I am afraid of some disaster." ”

The girl took the face towel from the girl's hand and washed it in a wooden basin: "But we can't take him with us." ”

The girl did not deny it, lifted the curtain of the car, and looked at the bustling city looming in the distance: "The front is the border of Longxiang County, find a medical officer at that time, and when he wakes up, we will go again, and it will not be in vain to treat him." ”

The girl sighed helplessly: "Pray, don't miss the date." ”

The girl smiled wryly.

The girl and the old slave were hired by the master's family, and their task was to send them to their destination.

The girl who was born in the mud of the troubled world but has always been kind-hearted also can't bear to affect others, and now her life is like this, how dare she bother innocent people to be buried together.

She looked at Luo Changfeng, who was unconscious with silver hair, and thought that if she turned white at such a young age, she must have been unhappy in her life and experienced many vicissitudes.

......

The carriage drove into Longxiang County, the second county of Tiannan after Gangneung, which is second only to Gangneung.

According to the itinerary arranged by the employer in advance, the carriage stopped in front of the gate of the post house that had been prepared for a long time. There were servants waiting in front of the door for a long time, and when they saw the old slave and the girl getting out of the car with a strange unconscious man in black clothes and silver hair, the chief steward of the head of the slaves frowned slightly.

After all, he was from a big sect, and the chief manager did a good job of hiding his displeasure, waving his hand to signal the slave to come forward to help.

The girl said, "This is Mr. Zhao?"

The manager bent down and smiled: "Zhao Qiansun, the deacon of the outer gate of the Yishen Sect, has seen the girl. ”

The girl nodded: "Mr. Zhao is looking for a doctor in the city, and after this person wakes up unharmed, we can continue on the road." ”

(PS: Let's start with a chapter, ask for a monthly pass.) ）