"It's you stinky boy again, haven't you already confessed to you! There are no rules at all, huh......" Tomb Jiu tilted his head and caught a glimpse of the woman behind Fu Ziran, and he didn't know where to take out a long smoking gun, and took a slow breath, and the smoke he spit out covered his eyes, obscure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, he said leisurely: "This is the girl who makes that guy immortal?" Not dead yet? ”

Fu Ziran respected Tomb Nine is an old-timer and endured it.

Zhen Yue's pair of snowy eyes stared at the bamboo gate behind Tomb Jiu without blinking, not caring at all about Tomb Jiu's mockery, and walked straight towards the slightly hidden bamboo door.

"Yue'er ......." Fuko was shocked.

"Yo, where is this going? Don't you see the old man here! "Tomb Nine blocked Zhen Yue's way.

Zhen Yue was stunned for a moment, she couldn't hide her anxiety, and when she saw that she was blocked from going way, she put her eyes on Tomb Jiu, and blurted out without thinking: "Old man of Tomb Jiu, how is Bei Moling's situation now?" ”

Tomb Nine Old Man?! Tomb Nine was choked by the smoke, and his eyes turned red and he said angrily: "Stinky girl, you dare to call the master of this pavilion an old man?" You've eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall! ”

Fu Ziran hurriedly relieved the siege: "The tomb seniors are angry, Yue'er is young and has just woken up, so she has no words." ”

Zhen Yue didn't have time to fight with Tomb Jiu at all, and when she saw Fu Ziran relieving the siege, she suddenly remembered that she had promised her brother to calm down before going up the mountain, and in private, her brother always called Tomb Jiu an old man, so she also blurted out.

She said with a straight face: "Tomb nine seniors, juniors are rude. ”

"That's pretty much it." Tomb Nine said with a squint of smoke.

Zhen Yue looked at the gap in the hidden bamboo door, her eyes were red from the pungent smell of smoke, she bit her lip and said, "Tomb senior, let me go in and see him, I'll take a look." ”

"One glance? Not even half an eye. Tomb Nine shook his cigarette stick and turned around.

"Then tell me about him."

Tomb Jiu narrowed his eyes, and his majestic expression changed to gloomy, "This guy only hangs in one breath, if he doesn't die today, maybe he will die tomorrow, for the sake of a woman to become like this, if it weren't for the fact that he is a talent in the world, and he is the next pavilion master of Baifeng Pavilion, the old man would have sent him to see Lord Yama a long time ago!" ”

With a snap, the bamboo door was mercilessly closed, and the snow wolf in the courtyard roared in the sky, as if venting his anger for his master.

The tears in her eyelashes were blown down by the cold wind, Zhen Yue wiped the corners of her eyes sadly, sat weakly under the eaves, and choked alone.

"Yue'er, come back with me." Fu Ziran persuaded.

Zhen Yue shook her head: "I'm not leaving, I'm going to accompany him here, and I'll leave when I can see him." ”

Fu Ziran persuaded again and again, but Zhen Yue's temperament was more stubborn than a cow, and in the end she had no choice but to compromise.

The night was as cold as water, the cold moon was frosty, Fu Ziran moved the big fur of the bamboo house, the thick cloak, the stove, and the things that could be heated one by one, and settled under the eaves with Zhen Yue.

The night leaves, the dawn rises, time slowly travels at her fingertips, Zhen Yue is looking forward to someone coming out every moment to tell her that Bei Mo Ling has saved the day.

She waited like a forgetful stone every day, always lying in the crack of the door, trying to find that familiar figure, but except for the darkness, it was the smell of medicine through the crack, since that evening, this bamboo door has never been opened, and the people inside have never come out.

Zhen Yue was so anxious that she couldn't eat a mouthful of food, Fu Ziran was worried, touched her head and said lovingly: "Yue'er, take care of your body, if you don't eat or drink, when Bei Moling wakes up, you fall ill again, do you want him to wait for you again?" ”

Zhen Yue panicked, even if it was difficult to swallow, she still desperately picked up the rice, and her tears were like beads of broken threads, falling into the lip flaps stuffed with rice, salty and bitter.

She didn't want to keep him waiting for any longer in her life.

Day by day, the sunset and the moon rose, the bamboo leaves were covered with thin snow, crystal dazzling, the snow wolf roared, eating the hares he hunted, at first he was incompatible with Zhen Yue, and after a few days of getting along day and night, he had established a friendship, and he squatted at Zhen Yue's feet when he had nothing to do, majestic and majestic.

It wasn't until five days later that the closed bamboo door opened again, and the first rays of sunlight fell on the white roof, holy and clean.

Zhen Yue lay on her knees and slept lightly, with a warm big hand patting her shoulder, at that moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked up, her eyes showing doubts.

The old man had kind eyebrows, wore a brown robe, and his long snow-white hair seemed to have crossed a layer of light, like an immortal who rescued the suffering.

"You are?" There was a hint of confusion in the eyes that had just woken up.

The old man smiled kindly, "Don't sleep outside, go inside, his fate is saved." ”

Huashi Miracle Doctor?! Hot tears suddenly fell, she stood up excitedly, like a happy child, ran a few steps towards the bamboo gate, stopped suddenly, bent her knees, knelt on the ground gratefully, and said, "Thank you Huashi Divine Doctor." "My head hit the ground hard.

Doctor Hua Shi helped her up and said, "Go ahead." ”

Zhen Yue smiled and bowed, turned around and ran.

The layout of the room was extremely simple, and the coolness came to her face, she was anxiously looking for it, and saw Bei Moling lying on a wooden bed that was not too big or small, the bamboo wall of Qingsu looked ethereal and illusory, and his handsome face was pale like a paper man.

She walked slowly towards him, tears raining down after a short distance.

She sat gently on the edge of the bed, moving gently, lest all this was just an illusion, she looked greedily at his eyebrows, high nose, thin lips, how could she not see enough.

Tears fell on the man's slender fingertips, she stretched out her hand and touched it lightly, the touch was extremely cold, he was like a silent person, his domineering cold eyes were tightly closed, his thick eyelashes did not tremble at all, only weak breathing showed that he was still alive.

"Beimo Ling ......." She called to him softly, her voice so gentle.

The sound of fine percussion broke the sorrow, and Zhen Yue looked for prestige, only to find that Tomb Jiu was sitting on the warm pu with his legs crossed, with a sour face that showed that he was numb.

Zhen Yue sniffed and ignored him.

Seeing that this girl was ignoring him, Tomb Jiu wrung his eyebrows and snorted: "Crying and crying all day long, who believes that you are a talented woman in military weapons who shocks the world?" Lose face. He stood up, tapped the cigarette butt and went out.

Zhen Yue was able to ignore him, all her thoughts were on Bei Mo Ling, putting his cold hand on his cheek, smelling the cold fragrance on the tip of his nose, the holes of these days were slowly filled.

She lay quietly beside Bei Moling's hand, laughing silly and stupidly.

Thank God, you are still alive.

In the following days, Zhen Yue never left an inch, taking care of Bei Moling wholeheartedly, drinking medicine for him, changing the herbs in his chest for him, and wiping his body for him, no one could drive him away.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, time walks slowly and leisurely, but Bei Moling still hasn't woken up, the snowflakes are flying, the snow outside the house has unconsciously been thickened, and the sound of New Year's firecrackers in the distant mountains comes through the mountains, and everything ushered in a rare celebration in the depression.

Contradictory Xiaoju said

Yesterday I wrote a leave of absence, didn't you see it? Yesterday, I was struggling to catch up with the finale, so there was no review, and then, I can send as much as I can review every day, and after the review is completed in one breath, I will send it all in one breath~~~ Now that the hero and heroine are not dead, and they love so deeply, is the long-awaited boat drama not far away?

The author said that it was so difficult to write this, and it was quite easy to write about fighting and killing, and it was sad to write this, covering my face~~~