In the vast night, accompanied by stars and moons, Yan Lingyun took slightly heavy steps and entered the capital of Lianyun through the back door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info[燃^文^书库][]. [774] [buy]. []

The light was still dim, and the few wind lamps in the corner of the house swayed in the cold wind, barely making people make out the damp and narrow path under their feet.

It seems that at dinner time, the end of this area where the female servants live is very quiet, and there is no sign of people.

Before Yan Lingyun came to the "Listening to the Rain Building", before he entered the hospital, he heard the sound of debris moving, mixed with a few conversations, and the voice was unfamiliar.

His brow furrowed, slightly uneasy, and he stopped and listened quietly.

"Aunt Zhao, you said that the original owner here is also pitiful, and she is also the leader's concubine, just because her body is dying, she was swept out of the house by her wife and driven to the broken cemetery, which is equivalent to the fate of a low-class person!"

"Daughter-in-law of the Li family, isn't what you said? Is that hellish place for the living? Pity Ping'er's girl, a clever and handsome lovely child, but she has to suffer the death sin, why bother! ”

The daughter-in-law of the Li family said again: "I heard that the leader came back today, and there was no voice, as if he acquiesced to this."

Aunt Zhao said: "Who called Mrs. has a big background, the leader has to give up three points." When she first took a concubine, her wife did not agree, but somehow, she acquiesced. The concubine brought a foreign breed into the house, which was already criticized, but now it can't be done, and this is expected. ”

What the two said afterwards, Yan Lingyun couldn't listen to it at all. From the moment he heard the first paragraph, he froze. In my heart, fear, insecurity, and anger are indescribable.

Unconsciously, his fists were clenched, his whole body crackled, and his contracted body stretched uncontrollably.

"What's the noise outside?"

In the small courtyard, the daughter-in-law of the Li family heard the movement and said suspiciously.

Aunt Zhao said with a smile: "Maybe it's the little slippery head who is full of food and has nothing to do, so he is showing his strength outside." Let's go out and have a look first, and take the opportunity to take a break. The day after tomorrow is the coming-of-age ceremony in the tribe. My Zhao Gui has a virtue with his father, and he regards martial arts as his life, and at this time, I am afraid that he is also practicing hard at home. is still clamoring to watch the coming-of-age ceremony the day after tomorrow. ”

As they spoke, the footsteps of the two sounded and they walked outside the small courtyard.

Yan Lingyun was awakened, and after a few leaps, he walked out of the backyard and stood under the dim foot of the wall outside. He didn't want to think about anything else now, and all he was concerned about was his mother's illness, so he suddenly spread his legs and ran wildly towards the night on the west side.

The broken cemetery garden in the mouth of the daughter-in-law of the Li family is the same as the direction that Yan Lingyun came back before, but it is a distance away, and it is a cemetery where the next person is buried halfway up the mountain. Around the cemetery, there are several huts built for the descendants of the deceased to mourn, but they have long been dilapidated due to disrepair.

Nangong Huaping was seriously ill, and was driven to this place with extremely yin qi by Yuntu's wife, Shangguan, and his situation was really desolate, which can be imagined! Fortunately, Ping'er never gave up and stayed by her side, otherwise according to her condition, I am afraid that she will not survive for a few days.

Yan Lingyun stood outside this desolate and gloomy cemetery, looking at the three or two dilapidated huts not far away, and he didn't even have the strength to hate in his heart.

The tears in his eyes were surging wildly, and the tears that rolled down were all his worries about his mother and an unspeakable injury!

This injury is too heavy, but the tears are rolling!

His man's heart seemed to be shattered into a petal, just like the moonlight on the ground that was broken by him.

Wounded all over the ground, he shuffled slowly towards the lighted room in the middle.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Yan Lingyun was a little uneasy. He found a hole and looked into the room, and after a little calm, he reached through the perforated wooden wall and gently pulled out the deadbolt of the inner bar, and then carried the wooden door that was close to the falling open slowly, and then slowly closed it, for fear of startling the two sleeping people lying on the bed in a corner.

The house was filled with a peculiar smell, and although it was cleaned, it was moldy and damp because it had been uninhabited for many years, and it was difficult to get rid of it in a short time.

Yan Lingyun frowned, hurriedly took out the bamboo tube containing the lamp oil from the satchel, walked to the Chen Yu desk with the oil lamp, replaced the lamp oil inside, and smelled the curling lamp fragrance gradually spreading, only then did he relax his brows a little.

Before slowly pacing to the bed, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, not wanting his weak side to appear in front of his mother, who was even asleep.

Ping'er's slender body was stiff and coldly lying on the edge of the bed, and a pair of slender hands were holding the palm of the Nangong painting screen and sticking out of the quilt. Seeing this, Yan Lingyun's heart was sour, and he reached out and took a thin blanket and gently draped it over her body.

Ping'er may have been tired, but she didn't even notice it.

Yan Lingyun looked at Nangong's painting screen, and saw that her soft face was full of whiteness and haggardness, even if she was asleep, she seemed to be experiencing some pain, her brows furrowed from time to time, and she made a short and different snort sound.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place!

Yan Lingyun wanted to cry again, but he forcibly held back, looking at his mother's painful appearance, his heart hurt like a knife.

As if feeling his gaze, Nangong Huaping snorted and suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing Yan Lingyun, she turned over and sat up, and said with surprise: "Uncle, is it you?" Have you come to see the screen? What about Miss? Are you out of the enemy's pursuit? ”

Her question, but Yan Lingyun's heart was pinched. He knelt in front of the bed, reached out and held the other hand of Nangong Painting Screen, and said sadly: "Mother, it's me, I'm Ling'er!" You must be too tired to say a foolish thing. ”

Ping'er was also awakened at this time, and with an exclamation, confusion and joy were mixed, and she sat aside in a daze and forgot to speak.

Yan Lingyun didn't use the method of shrinking bones at this time, the change was too great, the potential familiarity, and the unfamiliarity of the appearance, so that Ping'er lost his mind and didn't dare to recognize him.

Nangong Painting Screen seemed to wake up suddenly, and a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes, like stupidity, resentment, bitterness, and joy!

She suddenly pulled out her hands, grabbed Yan Lingyun's head into her arms, and muttered, "It turned out that my Ling'er is back!" My Ling'er has suddenly grown up, it's really like it......"

Yan Lingyun was in the arms of his mother, and the warmth from his mother's love firmly surrounded him. At this moment, he washed away his tiredness, forgot his unhappiness, and enjoyed this beautiful moment to the fullest.

Due to Nangong Painting's actions and words, Ping'er had also confirmed Yan Lingyun's identity. She cried silently, secretly wiping away tears, but her heart was full of joy.

Nangong Huaping stroked Yan Lingyun's head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, tears in his eyes, and his heart was full of worry, and he finally fell to the ground. She suddenly helped Yan Lingyun up, and said with a straight face: "You kid, why did you leave silently for so many days, making your mother worry so much." If something happens to you, your mother won't be able to survive immediately! ”

Yan Lingyun sat down on the edge of the bed and said softly: "Mother, don't be angry, Ling'er will not do this next time." Ling Er has obtained the moon fruit this time, and her mother's body will definitely get better soon! ”

As he spoke, he took out the jade box from his satchel, opened it, and carefully held the moon fruit in front of Nangong Painting Screen.

Ping'er said happily: "Young Master, you really found this kind of elixir. Now it's good, Madame will be fine soon! ”

Yan Lingyun looked at Ping'er and said sincerely: "Ping'er, I'm glad you've been suffering these days!"

Ping'er glanced at Yan Lingyun, as if she was a little uncomfortable with his sudden change in appearance, her pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head and said, "Unfortunately and bitter!"

While the two were talking, Nangong Huaping looked at the moon fruit in Yan Lingyun's hand, full of emotion, but there was a trace of gloom in his eyes, and he put it away, then reached out to take the moon fruit, and sighed: "Ling'er, for it, you have suffered a lot along the way!"

Yan Lingyun turned his head and said, "I didn't suffer much. Mother, hurry up and take the moon fruit. When you are well, Ling'er will tell you about my experience along the way. ”

"Okay."

Nangong Huaping obeyed the moon fruit, lay down properly, and said, "You have been fortunate all the way, so rest early." If you're hungry, you should still have something ready in the pot, so you can eat something. Ping'er has been taking care of me sleepless for the past few days, so let's go and rest early. Don't worry, after taking the moon fruit, I will get better soon. ”

Yan Lingyun tucked the corner of the quilt for her and said, "Then the mother can sleep in peace, catch up with Ming'er, and Ling'er will go to buy a new house to make you live more comfortably."

Nangong Huaping said with a smile: "You kid, you are." Go to sleep! ”

Yan Lingyun nodded and walked out slowly. Ping'er said goodbye to Nangong Huaping, followed out, and gently closed the door.

After the two left, Nangong Huaping lay quietly on the bed, but did not fall asleep immediately, but muttered: "Seven Grades of Moon Fruit!" I guess it will allow me to live a few more years. Uncle, do you know that Ling'er has grown up, just like the second you. You and Mademoiselle would be happy if they found out...... It's just, are you all okay now......"

Yan Lingyun and Ping'er walked out of the room with their front and back feet, and the latter walked a few quick steps, led the former to the left room, pushed open the door, and stepped into it first, igniting the lights.

When Yan Lingyun entered, he found that the room had already been arranged and cleaned according to the style he lived in before. Although some indoor utensils are old and old, they emit a musty smell, but they are even more painstaking.

Yan Lingyun sighed: "Ping'er, it's hard for you!"

Ping'er put down the flint and said with a smile: "Young master, why are you polite to Ping'er." It's a humble place, and you're going to have to be. ”

With that, she took the basin and went out.

Yan Lingyun untied his satchel and hung it at the head of the bed, stretched his muscles, looked at the sloping and dilapidated wooden walls around him, and then thought about the grave in front of him, and couldn't feel more relaxed in his heart.

He sat down in a wooden chair and collected his thoughts.

After a while, Ping'er returned with a basin of hot water. Yan Ling'er greeted her, took the basin, and began to clean her face.

When he turned around, he found that Ping'er had put the food on the table, and was standing beside him, looking at himself with a little curiosity.

Yan Lingyun smiled: "Ping'er, are you surprised?"

Ping'er nodded, didn't speak, just looked at him with a pair of clear eyes.

Yan Lingyun walked to the desk and sat down, and after motioning for Ping'er to sit down as well, he hurriedly wrapped his stomach first, and then briefly talked about his experience along the way.

He didn't have time to go into detail about anything else, he just said it. It only focuses on the original appearance of the Sunset Forest and the experience in the cave. As for the method of building the supreme foundation, he did not explain it because of Bai Qianshan's advice. It is only said that the body practiced in the cave has obtained a set of foundation building methods.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Ping'er, on the contrary, he sees Ping'er as a close relative. In fact, the supreme method of building the foundation is too much to do, and knowing it is a curse rather than a blessing.

After listening to Yan Lingyun's narration, Ping'er was shocked, but she was very happy for him, and said happily: "Young Master, your current physical cultivation far exceeds that of Ping'er. Ping'er is still stuck in the fifth level and can't get in. ”

Yan Lingyun said: "This doesn't matter. After a few days of free time, I will share some insights that you know, with diligent practice, it won't be long before you can get in. ”

He paused, and said with a slightly heavy face: "Coming here, although the living environment is a little worse, it is quiet enough, which is more conducive to our martial arts practice." Now the border is deserted, and the sky has changed! Ping'er, through our own efforts, can always fight for a future, and then we will be out of this day under the fence! ”

Ping'er nodded, and suddenly said with red eyes: "Young master, since the first day you left, Madame missed you very much, and her condition worsened. The next day, the Shangguan clan sent someone to drive us out. Ping'er is incompetent, so that Mrs. suffers here. A day later, Madame's condition seemed to worsen, and although she didn't cough, Ping'er was even more worried. It lasted for a few days, but fortunately I waited for you to come back, otherwise Ping'er really didn't know what to do! ”

Yan Lingyun stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Everything is over, and from now on, we are not bullied if anyone wants to!" Everything will be fine! ”

Ping'er looked at Yan Lingyun and nodded vigorously.

Yan Lingyun smiled: "Go to sleep, you must be tired these days!"

Ping'er got up and said while putting away the dishes and chopsticks: "Ping'er is not tired, but she is worried about Madame's body and the safety of the young master."

Yan Lingyun also helped clean up, and when he saw Ping'er taking the dishes and chopsticks to his body and was about to clean them, he snatched them over, and said with a straight face: "Obedient, go and rest, I'll do these by myself."

Ping'er was still to fight, and seeing that his face was not good, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue, laughed coquettishly, and went back to the room.

Yan Lingyun shook his head and smiled, feeling like he had returned to the beginning, the three of them lived simply, humble but very warm.

He thought to himself, "When my mother's health is better, everything will be fine......"