Ye Feng stopped at the foot of the ancient temple, but the horse rubbed Ye Feng's arm emotionally, as if he didn't want to see its original owner again.

"It's okay, Mo Yan won't do anything to you." Ye Feng stopped, as if he really treated the obsidian in front of him as a human being.

"I'll just say I'm here, and it has nothing to do with you." Ye Feng stopped laughing, and the bitterness was embedded in the bottom of her heart, but when she really took that step, it was so panicked and difficult, she had already found a high-sounding reason in her heart for herself when she came, just saying that she was going to return the obsidian to him, which meant the meaning of the head of the Tong dart head of the Youkun Dart Bureau.

Obsidian rolled her eyelashes, which fell like a feather fan, covering her pretty eyelids, and the brown eyes in them glowed with life and vitality like amber.

"Don't look at me like that, Obsidian......" Ye Feng stopped blurting out, "I'll be reluctant." ”

Ye Feng took a tight breath, and then led the horse to a grass hut.

Ye Feng stopped touching Obsidian's head and instructed, "Just wait for me here, I'll ...... Probably back in a moment. ”

The Buddha Pavilion is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

He Youkun really regarded himself as a treasure.

Ye Feng stopped outside the Buddha Pavilion, wandering at a loss, and a few small servants came out and said, "Today, the pavilion master is in retreat, don't disturb." ”

"What about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?!" Ye Feng stopped asking in a tone, in fact, she already knew that Mo Yan wanted to escape from reality and didn't want to have anything to do with her.

"No, donor, please go back!" The little guy said sternly.

Ye Feng stopped and looked through the crack in the door, and happened to bump into a person's figure in his eyes, and that person's face naturally remembered, but he didn't know when, where, and where he had seen it.

Oh, it turned out to be Pan Siqing from Xiaoxiang Pavilion, why was she here?

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows suddenly, and a touch of color was very appropriate.

A geisha who doesn't stay in Wufu but comes to such a place, is it atonement, or is there a ghost in his heart?

Otherwise, it's a black ...... Wufu swept her out of the house.

Looking at her dress, it is obvious that she is no longer the peerless appearance of ten thousand styles and elegance back then, and she is no longer the top spot of Xiaoxiang Pavilion "Lingzhi", she has moved from the capital to a small territory in a dreamy city, and she is bound to take this risk and bear the consequences.

Pan Siqing knelt down, the bright yellow lotus seat was very bright and conspicuous, she buried her head in the shallow wind, as if she was praying for the scriptures.

Pan Siqing finally came out of the pavilion, and the moment she started to open the door, everything recovered, like a bath in light.

The hookah light leno, the lilac blur is very contrasting with Pan Siqing's eyebrows at this time.

Her whole body was snow-white, full of radiance, and her fingers on the lotus skirt were slender and beautiful, like bamboo branches, which suddenly attracted Ye Feng's probing attention.

Pan Siqing also looked at Ye Feng at the same time, and then walked away with the wind disdainfully.

When passing through the steps of the thousand-step ladder, a light fragrance trickled out, elegant but abusive, forcing back Ye Feng's curiosity and attention with an aggressive momentum.

"How can she come?" Ye Feng turned his head and asked about the little guy, but the little guy had already left beforehand.

"Hey......" Ye Fengzhu sighed deeply, unwilling.

Come to think of it, Mo Yan really "drove her out of the country".

"Mo Yan, why are you doing this to me?" Ye Feng stopped, a trace of sadness fell into his eyes, "Why can a stranger come to the Buddha Pavilion that belongs to you, but I can't?" ”

Then, a voice rippled behind him, in his heart.

"Ye Feng stopped...... You're here anyway. Mo Yan couldn't help but confide.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

However, Ye Fengzhu knew that this was a test of his wavering heart for her, but she couldn't hold on and still came here.

Therefore, for the two people, Dump Shui Ran and Mo Yan, who she chooses is still inconclusive - although she chooses to come to see Mo Yan instead of taking a step back to keep Dump Shui Ran.

The cold wind is very cold.

The blazing sun is blazing.

The shallow sweat sparkled with pearls on the forehead.

Ye Feng stopped sweeping the ground with his afterglow, and the heavy ink shadow pressed on the ground was still a black silk hibiscus robe that had not changed in the slightest.

Ye Fengzhu finally turned around, and his heart was popping vigorously.

The same words rang in her ears - you are still here.

"I've sent the obsidian - it's right there in the hut, you can go to the foot of the ancient temple to get it later."

"It's Tong Xiao who entrusted you." Mo Yan said, his tone was both like a question and a self-answer.

Ye Feng stopped and saw that Youkun still didn't talk, he really isolated her completely from his heart!

O man! The face is getting really fast.

I saw him leisurely holding a jet-black feather fan, which matched his clothes very well, beautiful and bright like obsidian, just like the obsidian horse below.

Amazing!

"Mo Yan, farewell." Ye Feng stopped talking.

"Mo Gongzi, farewell!"

Youkun's heart is like an invisible wound slashed, there is no pain, but it is more uncomfortable than pain, and it is not happy.

He looked flat, unfazed, and watched her run away.

Until the Buddha Pavilion is deserted, barren and vibrant.

The kingfisher chirped and escaped into the empty door. Let's read the book

A joy, a good show!

"It's okay to disperse." The little guy said.

"You don't seem qualified to say such things." Mo Yan turned to him and said, "I know my own affairs best!" ”

"Yes, Childe." The little guy said.

"You go down and pick up the obsidian and keep it in the ...... for the time being Whatever you want. ”

"Tong Xiao too, knowing that I don't like to take care of small animals, I want to do it myself."

Mo Yan then didn't know why, obviously after Ye Feng stopped, his heart calmed down a lot, why was he still very irritable?

"Childe, don't sigh...... It's not good for your health. The little guy reminded himself.

During this time, there was not a single day, when the morning rose and the sun set, he heard Mo Yan sigh and pity the heavens!

"Hugh too much!" Mo Yan sighed again.

"Eh, Childe, look, if I really bet you...... It's still inseparable from that woman named Ye Fengzhu! The little guy said again, and rushed to the side with his head in his hands, like a mouse, in case Mo Yan beat him violently.

"Don't mention Ye Feng stop that woman to me!" Mo Yan said, okay, he has made up his mind and intends to forget the past.

"It's not ...... Didn't you mention it yourself? "Xiao Wu Mo Xiaoyan is arguing with him, and he can't argue.

"You have been with me for 20 years, and you have been by my side since I was a child, so naturally you understand my character and ways of dealing with the world."

"I don't want to mention this again, I don't want to be caught in a whirlpool of cycles and cycles, in that situation I can't get out, it's suffocating, I don't have the ability to resist and escape at all, I'm completely unaware of it, so I have to be decisive, hesitation will only add to the pain and make the scar deeper."

"In the future, don't call me Gongzi in the Buddha Pavilion and ancient temples, or call me Pavilion Master or Lord Youkun according to the custom." Mo Yan reflected that he was really too indulgent to make them all climb on top of him.

"Yes, you can name it." Mo Xiaoyan slapped a little fart again, "Lord Youkun, the little one obeys orders." ”

"Ye Feng stopped over there...... I'll figure it out myself, you don't have to meddle anymore. ”

"You don't have to tell me who will come and who will leave in the future."

"You don't have to go through a lot of trouble to restrict it."

"What you forget will always be forgotten, and you will only show inner fluctuations and weak reactions."

"So...... Is Lord Youkun humble? Mo Xiaoyan said.

"Please call me Pavilion Master." Mo Yan motioned to him, indeed, the title of Lord Youkun is too serious and arrogant, giving people a sense of distance.

"I'm humble ......," Mo Yan said suddenly.

"Actually, I'm afraid to see her."

"I didn't expect Ye Fengzhu to bring obsidian, obsidian can be brought by this woman, presumably because he trusts this hostess!" Mo Yan fell into deep thought.

"Hostess......" The little girl Mo Xiaoyan echoed on the side.

Mo Xiaoyan naturally knew that usually Obsidian could only let Tong Xiao and Youkun get close, but he didn't know what ability this Ye Fengzhu had to make Obsidian listen to her obediently.

I also traveled so far, braving the heat and heat, to come to this ancient temple site far away from the hustle and bustle of the market and accompanied by a lonely village.

Mo Yan raised his sword and danced, mighty, sprinkled, splashed with ink.

In the territory of the ancient temple, the fallen leaves withered, as if in another world.

And the ancient temple is full of flowers at the foot of the temple, and the lotus canopy is dancing.

In the blink of an eye, it is already winter and summer. Ancient temple, cold wind. Draw a circle from the inside to the outside, a radius of ten miles, a hundred flowers bloom, butterflies and bees are raging, and the fragrant mist is filled.

Ye Feng stopped and returned to the Tongfu Pavilion, where she found a long-awaited sense of belonging.

It's still the same as it was, and it hasn't changed.

The bright and dazzling curtain tent that is not changed, the bathing barrel that is not changed, and those old clothes that were old a year ago were left in Longyu Pavilion, and they were all spurned by others without exception, just like spitting on Ye Feng, a person who gave up halfway, and was destroyed by the second prince himself.

It burned to the ground, turned into ashes, and sprinkled it in the lake of clean clothes.

Rendered in a colorful color of quicksand......

It doesn't matter anymore to wait for her, or not to wait for her.

Because – it was a mistake all along.

"Slut!" As always, the second son scolded that sentence and pronounced the vicious word.

On the surface, his indifferent expression can no longer hide his deep disgust.

After holding it for so long, I never looked forward to the return of the woman who Ye Feng stopped.

Long Yuge, she doesn't plan to go back.

Leaving him alone, he was reduced to a laughing stock.

For a month, Zhu Xie was looking forward to his closed disciple Ye Fengzhi coming back, and he could not blame the past and choose to filter out the matter of the pavilion order from his brain.

The pink and yellow curtain helped Ye Fengzhu hide her identity as always, but the people who were watching her were staring at her extremely secretly, looking at her hairy.

Ye Fengzhu met the phantom man who performed illusions at the Lantern Festival last time, and the leading brother did not return because of something and has been stationed in Shucheng.

The elder brother taught the trick of performing illusion to this halfway monk, and after a tight month of words and deeds, the elder brother wants to return to that homeland, the homeland that has long since disappeared, the fallen leaves return to the roots, and the Bodhi leaves fall.

It's been a long road—