In early autumn, the wind rises, and the valley is over.

The young man held a giant sword in his hand, facing the Lieliegang wind, experiencing the flow of heaven and earth vitality in the hurricane, and feeling the laws contained in the seemingly chaotic fluctuations.

Quietly, silently bearing the beating with his eyes closed, just relying on the giant sword to support his body, gradually seemed to grasp a trace of the flow of vitality, the qi floated and slowly followed the wisp of nothingness, like a person looking for light in the fog, staring closely at that ray of sunshine, the feeling is getting stronger and stronger, getting closer and closer, from the absence to this moment finally has a little bit of trajectory to follow, fast. Soon, in the chaotic wind, a trace of the purest wind element force gently brushed the boy's hair bun.

"Huh--" The heavy sword suddenly slashed out with the power of ten thousand jun, "Bang-" The ground cracked, the wind was still blowing, and the boy who lost the support of the heavy sword was instantly lifted up by the hurricane, and there was a muffled sound of "flutter--". The boy was slammed into the rocks outside the valley.

How many times has this been? The boy can't remember anymore, and it seems that he has experienced too many failures and too many falls, just like in the river back then. It's just that now that I'm here, in the face of a powerful hurricane, it seems that Iqiē has returned to the original point, a qiē's achievements, a qiē's efforts seem to have been pushed down again, and all of them will start all over again, the boy stood up again, a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of his mouth, not only laughing at his own insignificance, but also laughing at the reincarnation of fate, patting the dust on his clothes, the boy was ready to go to the mountains and forests to hunt some game to sacrifice his five internal organs temple, and carried the heavy sword on his shoulder and started to leave, but the moment he turned around, the boy stopped, a gentle shadow appeared in his sight, dressed in white, with a purple hosta on his head, a thin ponytail tied up, a silver headband tied up the braid, and bangs fluttering in the wind on his forehead; light as the moon, thin and long ink eyebrows; Thin pink lips. Only her eyes have never been casual. The black eyes are fresh and bright, and they are moving-Duanmu Rong.

Kind, pure, beautiful girl, she came, her thoughts could no longer be suppressed, rushed out like a tide, her throat was a little choked, her eyes were red, her steps seemed so heavy at this moment, every minute of movement seemed so difficult, what was a short distance seemed so long at this moment.

The eyebrows are slightly bent, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and she smiled, the girl's smile seems so pure, so beautiful, so moving, the pace is getting faster, the distance is getting closer, and finally the two figures overlap together, hugging tightly, sweet kisses, time seems to have stopped at this moment, the world is only left with the joy of this pair of sweet teenagers reuniting after a long absence, nearly 2200 days and nights of thoughts erupted madly at this moment, and once again the two looked at each other almost zero distance, and the four eyes were facing each other to reveal thoughts, care, pity, There is also a love that is so strong that it can't be dissolved.

"Zihong—"

"Rong'er—"

"What? If you want to call Sister Rong-" friendship is revealed, and the shyness is infinite.

"Sister Rong, Zihong misses you." The tone is gentle, revealing infinite pity.

"I-miss you, every day." At this moment, he was not reserved, gave up the shackles, and was sincere to the truth.

"Well—me too, I know you." Stick to the soft red lips again, and be reluctant to let go for a long time.

A quarter of an hour later, the fluttering two gradually separated.

"Sister Rong, stepmother, are you here?" The tone is soft, but it exudes infinite hope and respect.

"Hmmm! I came with my master, and she said she would stay here for a while. There was a hint of joy in the affirmative tone.

"Then let's go, I really miss my stepmother, and her dishes, I don't know how much you have learned Sister Rong, hehe."

In the girl's coquettish voice, she gently took her jade hand and walked towards [Mingyuxuan] in the afterglow of the sunset.

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Ming Yuxuan, Guiguzi, Nianduan.

is still white clothes and white hair, still ethereal and free, but today's Guiguzi has a little more "popularity" than back then, and it is no longer the original "immortal energy" from the ordinary to the Tao, from the Tao to the mortal, at this time Guiguzi is the real return to the basics, no desire, no hope, no sadness, no joy.

A pale purple body, a ruddy complexion, and a delicate and beautiful face. The enchanting and mature jade body is really with flowers as the appearance, birds as the sound, the moon as the god, the jade as the bone, the ice as the muscle, the snow as the skin, the autumn water as the posture, and the poetry as the heart, but at this time, there is a faint reluctance and sadness between the eyebrows of the mind.

It's just that in this world, except for Guiguzi, who has already agreed with the Heavenly Dao, there will be no second person who will discover Nianduan's situation at this time.

Not far away, two teenagers came hand in hand, the man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and she was really a pair of golden boys and girls.

The young man came to the eaves and immediately knelt down on his knees and bowed, "Child, Yanhong, knock to see the stepmother, the child has been away for many years, and can no longer be filial piety by the side of the stepmother, the child is not good." "Say goodbye.

Gently a pair of warm jade hands helped Yan Hong up, faintly still the gentle smile, soft and still the kind eyes, if Yan Hong in this world besides his parents is the most respected person, it is officially this stepmother who has loved him for more than ten years.

"Good boy, seeing that you have such an achievement, I am relieved to be my mother, and I will help you for the last time in the next few days."

"Mother, why is it the last time?"

"Don't ask—you'll know when the time comes."

"Yes—"

Next, a qiē Shunji nature, a warm dinner, long-lost thoughts, and strong family affection spread in the elegant [Ming Yuxuan], and a qiē are so peaceful and happy.

In the evening, Yan Hong came to Nianduan's room, only to see that Nianduan was only wearing a plain nightgown in the room, and there was a huge wooden barrel in the center of the room, which contained a pale green liquid with a faint aroma, the mother and son looked at each other and smiled, Yan Hong stepped into the barrel, and a comfortable feeling immediately spread throughout the body.

"Godmother, what is this?"

"This is a herbal bath for the mother, which has the effect of washing the essence and removing the marrow, and the results can be seen after three months."

"Oh-" Yan Hong was about to speak, but his whole body was trembling, and it turned out that the silver needle at the end of the reading had been inserted into his acupoint.

"Remember the technique of applying needles to the mother, and change the method every day in the future, these techniques are derived for the mother in recent years, to save people and continue life. It is useful to heal the sick and heal, and I will pass them on to you from now on. ”

"Yes! The child remembered, "Yan Hong had already been made fluttering by the refreshing feeling of acupuncture at this time, so he didn't notice the weakness of Nianduan's follow-up when he spoke." Lack of middle qi.

Outside the window, the stars are beautiful, but the autumn leaves falling with the wind add a touch of sadness to this beautiful and warm night, as if to indicate something, Nian Duan raised his head and took a dead leaf that flew into the room, and sighed lightly.

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As the morning sun rose, the dew was still hanging on the autumn leaves, and Yan Hong was awakened by a burst of itching.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a delicate face, with a faint smile in my eyes.

"Sister Rong, let me sleep." His eyes were blurred and his expression was in a trance, but he replied instinctively.

"It's not that I'm calling you, it's the master looking for you-" Duanmu Rong seemed to be very aggrieved, and her small mouth was already pursed.

"Master? -- You mean godmother -- I'll get up right away. He turned around and was stunned for a few seconds, and finally reluctantly left the bed.

By the river, Nian Duan stood in the wind. Long hair fluttering, gentle steps, faint whispering, Yan Hong and Duanmu Rong came hand in hand.

"Master!"

"Mother" Yan Hong and Duanmu Rong saluted respectfully.

"You're here, Hong'er, how did you feel last night?" Although he was asking, there was a strong confidence in his tone.

"All veins are smooth. Refreshed. ”

"That's right, from today on, my mother will teach you the martial arts of the doctor [Needle Rain Flying Flowers]."

"My mother wants to pass on the doctor's martial arts skills to me?" There was a hint of surprise in his tone.

Nian Duan seemed to see through Yan Hong's thoughts, and shouted, "You and I are the relationship between mother and son? Yes and no—"

"Yes—"

"Since it is, although [Needle Rain Flying Flowers] is a doctor's stunt that cannot be passed on, why can't it be passed on between mother and son?"

Yan Hong was stunned for a moment, then the tip of his nose was sour, and he choked up, "Yes." The child understands. ”

The wind rises, the shadow moves, and the needle dances.

The shadow dances, the needle shadow is all over the sky, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, beautiful, upside down all beings, the peerless martial arts are in the hands of Nian Duan, but it is like a dance of the world, Yan Hong has to admire the peerless talent of the medical ancestor, and has to admire the dance posture of Nian Duan.

A quarter of an hour later, Yi Qiē returned to calm, Nian Duan was a little tired, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, reflecting in the early morning sun, adding a bit of charm to Nian Duan.

"Zihong, do you understand?" Nian Duan turned his head and said to Yan Hong with a smile.

"The children have written it all." The answer is appropriate, which means that he just memorized this peerless martial art, and did not fully comprehend it.

"Rong'er, what about you? How many percent do you understand? ”

"The disciple is stupid, and he only understands fifty percent." Shaking his head slightly, he replied with a faint loss in his eyes.

"Hmmm! Rong'er has your talent in medical science and pharmacy, and it is not easy to remember fifty percent with your martial arts qualifications, you two should leave first, and let me be alone for a while. "Yes—" the two saluted respectfully.

Nian Duan looked at the figures of the two teenagers completely disappeared into the woods, smiled slightly and was about to leave, suddenly a bewitching flush appeared on his face, and then a pain that was nailed into the bone marrow came, Nian Duan bit his lip tightly, a trace of blood was left from his lips, and then a wave of more violent pain came A mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed, "Poof-"

Nian Duan's whole person fell to the grass in pain, and his eyes gradually drifted, [Don't you have time? God beg you, give me a little more time, I'm about to succeed, now I can't-can't-], my fists gradually clenched, for the obsession in my heart, for the continuation of her life, he needs to hold on, time is passing, I don't know how long it took, the pain gradually passed, with a tenacious will she survived again, but I don't know if next time, she will move towards the end of her life.

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Three months later.

In this period, Yan Hong's life is very comfortable, almost happy, accompanied by beauties every day, watching the sunset together, admiring the moon together, stargazing, walking in the forest, chasing by the stream, kissing on the edge of the cliff, and all of them seem to be so perfect.

But who would have thought that tonight would be the end of this qiē -

In the evening, as usual, Yan Hong came to Nianduan's room.

"It's coming—" The voice was still gentle, but at this moment, Yan Hong finally felt a little different, and the follow-up in Nianduan's tone was powerless and could no longer hide it.

"Mother, are your injuries relapsing?" Staring at Nianduan tightly, there was a deep hesitation in his tone, and he knew what the recurrence of Nianduan's injury would mean if he recurred.

Quietly, Nian Duan shook his head, and said with a slight smile, "Mother is fine, come on, tonight is the last night, wait for your mother to give you a gift." ”

Sitting in the barrel, Yan Hong once again experienced that comfortable feeling, three months, Yan Hong thought he could get used to this feeling, but every time he re-entered the place, it was still as fluttering as the first time.

After an hour, the water gradually cooled, and a pair of jade hands were placed on Yan Hong's shoulders again, gently caressing the top of Yan Hong's head, and gently pressing on Yan Hong's shoulders.

"Hong'er, remember to take good care of yourself and take good care of Rong'er in the future."

"Mother, what the hell is wrong with you today."

"It's nothing, my mother is tired and wants to rest, so my mother will help you one last time tonight."

"Boom--" The jade hand on Yan Hong's shoulder suddenly exerted force, and a pure internal force flowed into Yan Hong's dantian along the tendons, and the hot heat like molten iron made Yan Hong feel painful, strong will, and profound cultivation seemed to disappear at this moment, and there was only pain and regret in his heart.

"Kaza-" There was a loud bang in the depths of his mind, and the great pain overwhelmed Yan Hong's consciousness and he fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Hong woke up slowly, recalling the situation at the time, Yan Hong sat up suddenly, and found Nian Duan lying on the ground dying, pale and angry, but he was neatly dressed.

Turned over and stood up, hugged Nian Duan to the bed, helped Nian Duan to sit up, and the internal force carried a pure skill to immediately protect Nian Duan's heart "Hmm--" A groan, Nian Duan woke up slowly.

"Mother-"

"Hong'er—"

"Mother, why, why do you give me all your strength, so that you will die." The voice was choked, and the sobs were silent.

"Silly child, my mother has long been sick and blind, and if it weren't for the support of my skills, I wouldn't be able to survive now, hehe, now I can help you when the oil runs out, and I will die without regrets."

"No-no-no--mother, you won't-no--I won't let you leave, don't!" Tears poured down, sadness, endless sadness, and the whole heart seemed to be torn apart.

Raising his left hand, he stroked Yan Hong's cheek hard, and said softly, "Remember to take care of yourself in the future, - protect Rong'er, protect the people around you, and don't let yourself leave regrets." ”

"I know—the child has written it down, mother, who is responsible for your injury, and the child will definitely help you avenge it in the future." A murderous shot burst out of his eyes.

"The child's mother-mother-mother--knows your thoughts, but that person, you-Mocha-don't ask-Mo-Xun-promise mother-okay?" The voice is getting smaller and smaller, the voice is getting harder and harder, and the force in the hand is getting smaller and smaller.

The voice stopped abruptly, the jade hand slipped quietly, and the qiē was over at this moment.

"Mother---" The death of a loved one, the love, the heartbreak, and the ashes.

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Ice muscles and jade bones, cool and sweat-free.

The wind in the water hall is full of dark fragrance. The embroidery curtain is opened, a little bright moon peeps at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillow hairpin is chaotic.

Get up and carry your hands, the courtyard is silent, and you see the sparse stars crossing the river from time to time. How was the night?

The night has been three watches, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.

[But when does the west wind come, and it is not secretly changed. 】