(From this chapter, insert a small extra, it is the past of Lezheng Wuxian and Shen Tu Liu, more than 6,000 words will end QAQ, Qingyun Jian's Alluring City Blood Cherry Bar has been built, welcome to go to hang out and urge more bricks, etc. ~ Xiao Wing waits ~)

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As if intentionally, as if unintentionally, the ghost ghost old man reached out and picked out one of the thin vines on the small stove that was turning from red to green, twisted it on his fingertips and slowly turned it lightly: "Boy, since your master has lost you here, you will obediently follow the little old man in the future......" He laughed sadly, he shook his hand and threw the thin vine that had turned back to green between his fingers on the young man's lap, "But a few ignorant and incompetent female dolls are also worth your boy's reluctance?"

The young man knelt silently in the snow, green silk like ink, scattered with the wind, faintly revealing silence.

"She kept saying that the four apprentices were equally important, but in the end, you kid lost to me, you are a male doll, what can you learn from a few female babies?" The ghost ghost snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "If you get along for a long time, your temperament will inevitably be as indecisive as a woman, and you will lose your masculinity, so it is better to stay in my Qingfeng Village, practice martial arts, and in the future, I will be able to comprehend and comprehend the practice of light skills, which is naturally far better than those children of the family on the rivers and lakes, and it is several times stronger than staying by Duanmu's side girl." ”

The young man's expression was stunned, as if he had not heard it, and he turned his eyes and looked at the thin vine beside his leg in a daze, only then did he seem to realize it, silently stretched out his hand, picked it up very slowly, and stared at it for a long time, his eyes like ink glass revealed a shallow shallow light, but he was finally defeated...... He stretched his five fingers lightly and wanted to let go of his hand and let it drift away, but he still clenched it unconsciously, and slowly held the thin vine in the palm of his hand.

"Hmph. Seeing that he was silent, the ghost ghost old man twisted his eyebrows, shook his hand and raised the black cloak behind him, and lifted the young man from the snow with five fingers like claws: "You don't have to bother with your kid, I'll go back to the village with the old man!"

Wet mud and cold snow, the long wind was howling, the young man did not resist, he was taken up by him and looked silently from afar, and the two heavy wooden carriages between the green mountains and roads gradually moved away, and it was difficult to see.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call Master again, but in the end, he was silent, watched quietly for a long time, and did not say anything again.

On the long mountain road at that time, Ye Luye heard the woman's voice, silently stopped the carriage and stopped at the side of the road.

The woman in white sat calmly on the couch in the carriage, staring at the void, holding a scroll of bamboo carved documents in her hand, but she did not elaborate on it, but just held it lightly.

A plain carriage in the back saw the car in front of it stop, and the groom who was driving the carriage stopped dismounting, and saw that the two delicate figures in the car, one blue and one purple, had followed the sound, and got off the carriage and went to the dark carriage in front.

Duanmu Xiaoxian was indifferent, put down the bamboo scroll in his hand silently, and said not high or low: "I want to be quiet for the teacher." ”

Ye Luye outside the car heard this, his eyebrows twisted, the green clothes spun like a wind blade, and he stopped in front of Ah Zi and Xiaolan with his horizontal hand: "Master doesn't want to be disturbed, you two go back." ”

Ah Zi frowned, opened her mouth several times but didn't dare to make a sound, but the girl in blue still insisted on asking, "Master, are you...... How did you decide that?"

Ye Luye's face turned a little colder, he looked at Lan Suwan lightly, and said solemnly: "Master has ordered, you still don't retreat." ”

Lan Suwan's eyes were flushed, and she had obviously cried, but at this moment, when she heard this, she turned to Ye Luye, and said in a slightly dumb voice: "Master lost Yun Xiao in Qingfeng Village like this, how do you know how he feels in his heart? Senior sister, although you have always been strict, haven't you regarded him as a fellow junior disciple in the past three years?

"Senior sister!" Ye Luye snorted, his cold eyes drooped slightly, and his face was a little incomprehensible.

There was a suppressed low cough in the car, and Ye Luye was about to move when he heard the sound, so he heard the cold and indifferent female voice and said slowly: "That thin vine is not something that Xiao Er can touch, I will stop him, I have my own reason." ”

Lan Su Wan immediately said: "What's the difference with that thin vine? I watched that mountain bandit holding a small furnace for a long time, he should have already encountered that thin vine, but there is nothing unusual, Master, can you tell Xiao Lan ......?"

After a few more coughs, Duanmu Xiaoxian said indifferently: "It's useless to know, don't ask more, just retreat." ”

"But ......" Lan Suwan said sadly, and was about to say more, but was interrupted by Ye Luye's cold voice: "Didn't you hear Master's words, don't you retreat." ”

Lan Suwan's eyes showed sadness, she glanced closely at the carriage with dark thick curtains, half-turned her head, hesitated a few times, and finally bit her lip and slowly retreated to the carriage she was in.

Ah Zixiao sighed, reluctantly looked back at the side of the mountain frequently, and after a few puffs, he also rushed back to his carriage.

"Master, are you on your way?" Ye Luye jumped into the carriage and asked as he picked up the reins.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the people in the car whispered. The wooden wheel turns lightly and moves slowly. Head back to the southeast.

……

In the first year of Emperor Xia Wu.

Ye Zheng, the son of the seventh emperor, changed from the heir of Qingyunjian to the prince, and ascended the throne as the emperor, and the world was in an uproar.

Guanzhong is not far from Luoyang, the aftermath of the change of the emperor still exists, every family can hear the whispers of private discussions, that year there was a carriage with a heavy brocade curtain on the street, the car exuded a thick smell of medicine all the way, the listener immediately stopped the discussion of the world's major events, and said instead: "This Lezheng family son is looking for medical treatment again, I heard that this visit is a famous doctor in the Lingnan area, and I don't know how long it can be delayed......

After many years of seeking medical treatment, those who came were helpless.

At that time, the sect master of Qingyun was still busy with palace affairs, and the people in the rivers and lakes had no chance to meet, so Le Zheng Qingyin had to take his only son to visit famous doctors in various places, but only in the long road to aggravate Le Zheng's illness.

A sick person hurts his body, and a long-term illness hurts people. At that time, Le Zheng was seventeen years old, born in a big family, and should have been a Lang Lang young man who indulged in all directions, but he was depressed due to illness and wheezed every day.

Since he was a child, he has been empathetic, sensible and sensible, and he often forcibly has a warm face in front of his parents, and does not show half of his tiredness and tiredness, but he has lived like this for 17 years, lingering on the sickbed, and not knowing the next day.

It is the value of summer, the slanting sun shines at night, and the clouds are lightly rolled.

That way back to Tule was in a coma for 18 times, the longest one, half a moon to wake up, woke up only to feel the world dazed, little feeling, just like he struggled through more than ten years.

This life is like this, sorrow and suffering, life and death, injury, illness and illness, how much more is it a hardship?

On that day, he excused himself to be stuffy, got out of the car to relax, and walked away.

Walking slowly in the deep forests and mountains alone, coughing up blood and laughing as he walked, he finally stood in front of a deserted stream and stared blankly, as if he had died.

He didn't know what this life meant, and he didn't know how long he would last. After quietly looking at the stream for a long time, I couldn't help but smile bitterly...... What else can I think about in this life?

A slight sound of breaking water came from his feet, and the moment Le Zheng came back to his senses silently, he saw a scrawny child dragging the corpse of a python out of the stream.

That was the first time he had met Shen Tu Liuxi.

looked at the little girl in front of her with dark skin, big eyes like bells, and scars all over her body, and she was also looking at him in a daze.

I don't know how long later, the skinny little girl threw the python in her hand onto the rocks on the shore, stood on tiptoe and reached out to shake it in front of him.

He saw that the wound on her body was still bleeding, and the water had only been stained for a moment, but she seemed to be unconscious, and seeing that he was not reacting, she took his arm and stood on tiptoe and patted his face.

Five blood-stained little finger prints were printed on his face, and Le Zheng Wuxian was so rushed by the smell of blood that his eyebrows were unconsciously twisted.

And she looked at him, and then she lowered her hand, as if to prove that it was a living creature, and took a step back, but still looked at him in a daze.

Later, he learned that it was the first living creature that Shen Tu Liuxian had encountered after years of companionship with wolves, living in the deep forests and mountains, and he didn't feel dangerous.

She was surprisingly quiet, and refused to leave, just looking at him for a long time and in a daze.

The person in front of him was just a child, covered in broken clothes and scars, and after she had been looking at him for a long time, he finally couldn't bear his compassion, squatted down in front of her, tore off his long clothes and slowly bandaged her wounds.

Then he got up and returned, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

Sometimes, in the midst of illness, I often think of those big, bright eyes, and I don't feel pain in the bleeding and scars, but only focus on the purity and thoughtlessness of what I see in my eyes.

Looking back on the struggle, after three years, he indifferently practiced the piano and music, even the days of life and death seemed to be not as difficult as before.