Chunfeng slept for a long time that night. In the dream, his body kept sinking, sinking into the endless black sea. A soft white moon rippled overhead, and he stretched out his hand desperately, but he couldn't catch it.

By the time he woke up, he was already on the verge of death. Looking at the warm sunlight that had already crept up to the head of the bed, the circle of darkness on the periphery of his vision was constantly expanding. He remembered that yesterday Ming Chongyan summoned the evil spirit and instructed him to stop him if anything strange happened. And now that his fingers are very obedient, the evil spirit does not control him.

Ming Chongyan is a gambler. On the one hand, he wanted to prevent him from revealing information to Tang Ying, and on the other hand, he really wanted to see what tricks he could use. Horrible, yet unexpectedly childish.

He no longer analyzes Ming Chongyan, but props up his tired body. Even the arms that support him to sit up have to shake, as if he can't hold on to it, he will fall on the head of the bed and smash it.

A dull breath in his chest reached his throat, and he coughed twice, the little blood in his palm he was used to. Shaking his head gently, he is the immortal Li Chunfeng, how could he not know that he has really run out of oil.

There was a sound of breaking the sky outside the courtyard, and it should be Ah Ying dancing a sword on the peach tree. He put on his robe and put on his shoes by the edge of the bed. Gently pushing the door open, the glare of the sunlight made him quickly close his eyes.

Crossing the wall of the inner courtyard, I saw his shadow dancing on the top of the peach blossom tree, with a graceful figure and outstanding demeanor, black hair like flying silk, and a placket like a red glow...... No, she's not Hongxia, she's the sun that shines on everything. The sun is so young and full of vitality.

Under her illumination, her own description gradually became decadent and dwarfed. He thought, retreating into the shadows of the room.

A sour pain rushed from his chest to his nose, and he quickly gritted his teeth and endured it.

Yes. From the beginning. They don't have any place to match. Only Ah Ying has always believed that it doesn't matter if there is any estrangement. And he walked forward step by step with trepidation, looking back, there were only intricate grievances and grievances.

The sound of the sword gradually stopped, and he hurriedly turned his back to the door. The two faced each other through the door. Although he desperately wanted to take a look at Ah Ying, and then take a good look at Ah Ying. He glanced at the face that had been engraved in his mind, but his fingers clenched the door frame tightly, forcing himself not to move.

Ming Chongyan thought that he was going to report to Tang Ying, but in fact, he was completely overwhelmed. He had already made other arrangements, and today he just wanted to see Tang Ying's last side from the bottom of his heart.

Tears flowed like this. The only tears he could remember were counted a few times, and most of them were for her.

This time, it's true, it's really going to say goodbye. Therefore, he must do something cruel that he can't forgive himself for, so that Ah Ying hates him. He knew that hatred was short-lived, and the more important meaning was - the truth!

He straightened his back and pulled his hand over the door. The porcelain vase and compass that regarded Tang Ying as a treasure were thrown out of the coffin, and slammed the wooden door with anger, "Get out, I don't want to see you again, you get out of me!" ”

The porcelain vase shattered, and a curl of yellowed rice paper, a strand of dry hair, and a gilt ring given to her by Li Zhi fell out of it.

Tang Ying looked at the broken bottle, and his heart was also broken. Li Chunfeng knew that these two things were the most important to him, and he was so bad, it seemed that he was really hard-hearted!

There was no sound outside. He waited long, long enough, to look out the window. Ah Ying is no longer there, and everything on the ground has been picked up.

That's enough, he told himself.

Seeing Tang Ying running down the West Mountain like crazy, Ming Chongyan, who was secretly observing, fell lightly from the tree, a little confused. Li Chunfeng's actions today are no different from those when the evil spirit possessed him in the past, but he seems to be more determined by hatred. This behavior was completely unexpected.

He flew past the dead grass and stones, and his shadow flashed into the courtyard. Squinted his eyes and looked at Li Chunfeng, who looked indifferent, "You...... Why do you want to do this? ”

Li Chunfeng sneered and said, "Anyway, we can't reconcile, hurt her more seriously, and let her not think about me in the future." ”

Ming Chongyan nodded, "Sure enough, you've seen it through." What, don't want to live in two places anymore? ”

Li Chunfeng stood up straight, combed the messy hair on his head into a bun, and changed into a blue-gray robe that he had worn for more than ten years, and said to Ming Chongyan: "I'm going to die, why bother to be sad?" I'm ready, let's go into the mountains. What you want is in the mountains. After that, we will be cleared, and I will return to the mountains and wilderness for the rest of my life. ”

Ming Chongyan looked at him for a while, "Li Chunfeng, if you lie to me, I will die a miserable death." Not only will you be miserable, but I swear Tang Ying will also be affected by you. ”

Li Chunfeng bit his lip: "If you dare to hurt Ah Ying, I won't let you go!" Ming Chongyan patted him on the shoulder, "It's all up to your performance today." "Ghosts? Hmph, what he is not afraid of is ghosts.

Li Chun's face sank like water, he put on his cloak and walked out of the city without bringing anything. Ming Chongyan also stopped talking, and followed suit.

As they braved the fierce north wind and headed towards the mountains. Tang Ying has returned to Penglai Palace. The first thing he did when he entered the house was to endure his sadness, and he turned out a porcelain bottle filled with incense powder, and wanted to repack the things thrown out by Li Chunfeng. The ring was fine, and the fake beard was dry, but it wasn't messy. There is also a chronology that records the history of the Tang Dynasty and there is no trace of damage...... Hey?

In the middle of the yellowed paper of the chronology, a new piece of paper is sandwiched. Carefully unfolded it, the words "Bright is black, I am accused" were written in blood, and the writing was extremely sloppy, as if it was written with your eyes closed. But this is undoubtedly written by Li Chunfeng himself, because in the corner of the paper, there is a ":)" symbol. Tang Ying was sure that in this era, no one except Li Chunfeng and her could understand the meaning of this symbol.

Her head boiled like boiling water. Countless questions smashed down her head and face, and she couldn't figure it out. Why do you say "clear is black"? Ming, Ming Chongyan? Black, black-robed man? Why can't he tell himself directly? Are you afraid that you don't believe it, or are you already being watched? So how did he write the note? It looks like it was written with your eyes closed, isn't it......

Tang Ying's sweat flowed down. A note that requires the eyes to be closed, indicating that the surveillance is coming from...... Inside his body?

Hastily put away these notes, she hurriedly ran towards the Xishan courtyard.

In the mountains of the West Mountain.

Ming Chongyan followed Li Chunfeng and turned around, and he had been walking for two hours. Li Chunfeng didn't tell him the address, but wanted to take him personally, which made him a little impatient. But after thinking about it, Bai Zetu had a spell or divine power that he was afraid of, and if it weren't for Li Chunfeng, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to pick it up.

He touched the yin-yang mirror in his arms, fortunately, he had this treasure, as long as the mirror looked at Bai Zetu, the divine power on it would disappear. At that time, he would be able to calmly open Bai Zetu and look at the immortal technique that he hadn't read more than ten years ago.

It was just past noon, but the depths of the forest were already getting dark. Li Chunfeng looked up at the sky, the clouds were thick, and I was afraid that it would snow again. Ming Chongyan saw him stop, so he pinched his arm and said, "Is this what you are doing?" ”

Li Chunfeng listened to Ha Lu Ha Da Lang and smiled: "I'm just a mortal, how can I call the wind and rain?" ”

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger in Ming Chongyan's heart. He pushed Li Chunfeng to move on, his only thought was to get Bai Zetu quickly, and then get rid of Li Chunfeng completely!