Ling Caiwei followed Mo Chenyan out of the cave and walked towards the dense grass and trees on the left.

The half-human-tall grass and trees exuded a faint fragrance, Ling Caiwei saw this kind of large-leaved plant for the first time, and was curious to touch those broad leaves, but the ink dust and smoke stopped: "Don't touch it, it's poisonous." ”

Ling Caiwei withdrew her hand in time and asked him curiously, "Wouldn't this be raised by you?"

"Yes!" Ink Dust Smoke walked calmly through the path.

"I thought about it for a long time last night, your imperial scorpion seems to have the effect of detoxifying and nourishing in addition to guarding that rotten bamboo slip. Did you use it for practice?"

Mo Chenyan glanced back at her, silently expressed approval, and continued to walk forward.

Ling Caiwei: "Why is the blood of the Imperial Scorpion red?"

Mo Chenyan began to regret taking her up the mountain, she really had too many whys, and his head was big. He didn't want to say it, because after saying one she would ask another.

Helplessly, Ling Caiwei had the spirit of perseverance in the share deed and vowing not to give up until the goal was achieved, so he really had no choice but to raise his index finger for her to see.

"I fed it. ”

Ling Caiwei took a closer look, and there was a small wound on his index finger that had not yet healed. No wonder the scorpion grew so big, and its blood was all red, and it turned out to drink his blood every day. Thinking that the blood she drank yesterday was also his blood, my heart churned again.

Mo Chenyan seemed to guess her thoughts, and smiled faintly: "Does it taste good?"

Ling Caiwei wanted to reply with a few sharp and mean words to hit him, but Mo Chenyan, who was walking in front, let go of his body, and an octagonal pavilion appeared in front of him. The pavilion is surrounded by white curtains, the breeze blows, the light yarn dances, and it is wonderful.

She slowly walked into the pavilion, where there was Yaoqin Fuxi, which was used to play music for Yan Wuxing in the Cuihong Mansion that day.

She looked at the ink dust beside her suspiciously. This is her mother's favorite Yaoqin before her death, which belongs to ancient things and is the treasure of the piano. The Ling family was raided, and it is estimated that all the items in the house have been confiscated.

I was fated to see him that day in the Emerald Red Mansion. She couldn't help but be excited. I thought that I would have the opportunity to steal it back from Yan Wuxing, but I didn't expect it to be in front of her today, her tears flowed down involuntarily, and now this Yaoqin and the copper ring in her arms are the only thoughts that my father and mother left in this world. She felt that God still favored her.

"Don't cry. Jean is mine. The words of ink dust and smoke were like a basin of cold water poured on Ling Caiwei's head.

She wiped away the tears with her sleeve. He said angrily, "What are you thousand-year-old demon bringing me here for?

"You play. "Ink dust and smoke pointed to the piano.

Ling Caiwei's mind turned, thinking that this was the price he said he would pay.

"You teach me martial arts, and I play the piano for you. Is that so?" she wanted to confirm her guess.

Mo Chenyan nodded.

Ling Caiwei was not surprised, as if she had taken advantage of this matter.

She asked him again if he was serious, and Mo Chenyan replied to her twice impatiently before the matter was settled.

Since then, Ling Caiwei has embarked on a very hard road of martial arts. Every morning, before dawn, Mo Chenyan was already standing beside her bedside and telling her to get up, and she practiced until the twilight was like ink before she could go back to the cave to eat and sleep. She was so tired that she fell into bed every day, and she didn't think about anything, but lived a relaxed and simple life.

The only rest of the day is when I play the piano for the ink.

Sometimes, she wants to be lazy and practice martial arts for a while, so she chooses the longest song and deliberately slows down the melody, so that she can play the song for half an hour.

Ink dust and smoke did not stop her from playing tricks, allowing her to consume her time. When it was time to eat in the evening, he didn't let her eat and still forced her to practice.

Ling Caiwei resisted, he only said four words: "Self-inflicted." ”

Ling Caiwei couldn't beat him, and while practicing, she screamed "stinky old demon, dead old demon".

Half a year has passed, what Mo Chenyan taught her is to achieve quick martial arts, and in addition, she will input true qi into her body every day, and under Ling Caiwei's diligent and hard practice, her martial arts have gradually become smaller.

Yesterday she just passed one of his tests, and wanted to sleep in bed, but she didn't expect to be picked up by him ruthlessly, she couldn't beat her, and she was tricked in the leg and knelt on the ground.

He forced her to admit her mistake, and Ling Caiwei said against her will: "If you know your mistakes, you must not stay in bed from tomorrow onwards, and get up early to practice." ”

Mo Chenyan didn't accept her mistake.

She knelt there for a long time and told him all the bad things she had done to him in the past six months, and he almost laughed out loud when he listened.

He knows all her tricks, but he just doesn't expose them. He lives too lonely, and it is a pleasure to have someone with her, even if she always wants to hurt him.

He just didn't want to hear her say that she was his apprentice. Forget it, she doesn't understand it. Sooner or later, it is better to let her leave easily.

She was finally no longer punished.

In the next half year, the days flew by, and her martial arts had reached the fifth level of the "Holy Maiden's Heart Sutra", and she was really a martial arts genius. This may have something to do with the fact that she is Ling Feng's daughter. The Ling family has been practicing martial arts for generations, and all of them are strong in martial arts, and she has more or less inherited this talent.

Mo Chenyan finally allowed her to go down the mountain, but before going down the mountain, he asked her to play another song for him.

She had a lot of mysteries to ask him, why did he like Guanglingsan, why did he live here, why did he grow so young at such an old age, why did he save her and teach her martial arts, who was the "old man" he was talking about, why did he have to trap her here?

These questions fermented in her heart, but she never got answers.

Perhaps, there are some things that are destined to have no answers.

A song of Guangling scattering has become a farewell song between them. He watched her fly down the cliff like a butterfly, silently praying that she would find what she had lost.

Prince's Mansion, inside the Palace of Eternal Life.

Princess Yishu sat on the top of the main hall, counting the prince's women one by one.

None of them she can look at pleasing to the eye, she has tried all kinds of tricks to rectify them for a year, and at first some people resisted and ran to the prince to complain, but who knew that they were all stopped back by four or two.

Since Prince Nan Ronglie returned to the mansion and learned that the crown princess in the mansion was not Ling Caiwei, his heart was completely frozen.

Although he knew that Princess Yishu in the mansion was the girl who had crossed paths with him a few years ago and had made him feel excited, but since he met Wei'er, his heart could no longer accommodate other women. As the saying goes, "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." ”

Now that Wei'er's life and death are uncertain, he feels that his whole life has lost its color.

He lied to his father that he was seriously ill and temporarily returned to Ancheng for treatment, but in fact he borrowed alcohol every day to kill his sorrows.

Master Miao Zhen was too worried that this apprentice would be too affectionate, so he delayed the big thing, so he deliberately went down the mountain late at night to visit him and talked with him all night.

Under the persuasion of Master Enwei and Wei, he acquiesced to the existence of Princess Yishu and handed over the power of the family to her, while he returned to Diancheng to continue dealing with the drought.

He has never given up on finding Ling Caiwei's whereabouts, although the more time passes, the more his hope fades.

One day, Siliang ran into the hall of his deliberations with a letter from a flying pigeon.

Nan Ronglie glared at him unhappily, and instead of worrying about him as usual, Si Liang stepped forward and whispered, "Ancheng has found Yan Wuxing's whereabouts. ”

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My little iron fan told me today: Why doesn't Youyou sell cuteness and ask readers for recommendation tickets and subscriptions?

I was shocked, could it be, could it be useful for me to sell cuteness?

You say, I'm rolling around here and selling cuteness and asking you for a recommendation ticket, a monthly pass and a direct vote, will you give it? Will you give it? Will you give it???

(To be continued.) )