If you want to open the mountain, it will break the quiet land, destroy the spiritual root, and destroy the foundation left by the ancestors. On the other hand, people on the other side believe that they are now in a difficult time, and if they don't open the mountain, it will only be a dead end. The two parties were at a stalemate, making it difficult for the long wind to sleep all night, and they were always contemplating and worrying under the side tree.

Qinghe couldn't meddle in the affairs of the mortal world, but he couldn't bear to watch Changfeng sit in the room all day and stroke the qin, the sound of the piano was loud, and it was long around the jungle, sometimes like a gust of wind, and sometimes the veins were like flowing water. Sometimes with tens of millions of iron horses galloping together, sometimes scattering countless snowflakes into the mountains and forests. There was worry and sorrow between his brows, and even the crane was saddened by the sound of his piano, and flew around him three times, and a cry flew into the sky.

Qinghe couldn't bear to see him suffer and wanted to repay his kindness. quietly sneaked into the rich gentry who looted the people's fat and ointment, and swept away their gold, silver, grain and grass.

On the second day, the piles of grain and grass and gold, silver and jewelry as high as a hill suddenly appeared in Shushan, which made all Shushan feel invigorated. The long drought is rainy, and the willow bank is bright again. They all thought that it was the overstretched situation of Shushan that touched the heavens, and the gods did not abandon them. Changfeng felt a little strange, but he couldn't resist the head at that time, Shushan ordered, and without the slightest hesitation, he contained all of them, and Shushan finally had a rare full meal.

Qinghe, who broke the code, because of the private mortal calamity. Therefore, he was punished by the thunder by the divine soldiers, and suddenly the angry thunder from the sky split the lotus, and the tree flower did not bloom and did not bear fruit, and it did not cultivate much to protect the body, and could not withstand the punishment of thunder and lightning.

At this critical moment, she met a woman who told her that as long as she promised to exchange with her the fruit that only bears one fruit in a hundred years, she would lend her body and let her spirit hide in her shell for the time being, so that she could only save her soul, but her cultivation could not be preserved by connecting with the tree.

Qinghe didn't want to die like this, even if he lost half of his life. She hasn't fulfilled her wish yet, she hasn't conveyed her heart to Changfeng, how can she be willing to disappear like this?

Changfeng saw a thunderbolt suddenly tear through the night, and flew towards the back mountain, reflecting Shushan as if it were day, and his heart was shocked, and he rushed to that place despite everyone's dissuasion. I saw a woman fainting under the tree, dying.

When Qinghe woke up, the trembling pain made her speechless, and she saw a cyan figure standing aside to pound medicine for her, and her slender finger bones were holding a bowl of black jade, looking a little pale, and poured the crushed red powder into the warm medicine cup, carefully decoction, saw her open her eyes, and said, "Are you awake?" As he spoke, he poured out the medicine and handed it to her, "Drink it." ”

The person who had always dreamed of being able to get a little closer to him stood in front of him, and he could feel his powerful heartbeat and the faint scent of herbs within a few moments.

Changfeng lowered his eyes and looked at her and said, "Is it still painful?" Thinking she was too weak to move, he sat down and put his hand on her pulse and said, "How are you feeling?" ”

Qinghe was the first time she could have a human form, she didn't quite understand why her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat, the warmth came from his fingers, and the heat was still rising, from the neck to the root of the ears, all of them were burning badly, she muttered: "I seem to have a little fever...... and then covered her heart and said: "I feel like my heart is going to jump out." ”

Changfeng was slightly stunned, and after a while, he sighed: "It's a bit powerful." ”

"Am I badly injured?" Qinghe was taken aback by his words, this body is still someone else's, and it can't be broken, so he held Changfeng's hand in a hurry: "I, I, I won't die, right?" ”

Changfeng's eyes condensed, looking at the face that was close, his breath was like an orchid, the dark fragrance floated, and he didn't look over his head without a trace, and he was a little nervous for some reason: "Of course you won't die, as long as you drink this, you will get better." As he spoke, he slowly withdrew his hand and hurriedly handed over the medicine bowl.

Qinghe looked at the dark medicinal soup, and took a sip hesitantly, feeling bitter and unbearable, difficult to enter his throat. Changfeng was stubborn and had to let her drink it, and she couldn't refuse, so she had to cover her head and pour it violently. After the bitterness, there seemed to be a faint amount of blood lingering between the lips and teeth.

When Changfeng saw that she had finished drinking, the brows that had been twisted finally relaxed, and a cyan finch came out of her hand like a trick, and the little finch jumped on her palm and pecked her fingers. Qinghe saw that this little finch was the one that had been nesting on her, so she raised her head in a panic and said in a long wind: "This little guy was found by your side, and it has been flying beside you to protect you, so it must be yours." ”

Qinghe only calmed down a little, Xin had her borrowed shell, and let her avoid a catastrophe in a flash, he should have regarded her as one of the refugees who took refuge in Shushan. He has always been so attentive and kind to all people. Qinghe held the little bird in the palm of her hand, she was stunned and grateful, she wanted to thank her, but when she thought that she was just a dummy's hand now, she wanted to say thank you in person, but she lost her cultivation, and she didn't even have a shell, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Great grace is not grateful." ”

Changfeng's fingers paused slightly, slightly concealing the look in his eyes, and smiled: "But for a little effort, you don't have to thank me." As he spoke, he seemed to think of something: "If the girl has nowhere to go, let me live here and recuperate for the time being." ”

The candles in the room were lit up, and he was dressed in a plain robe, which was smeared with a soft glow. He lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously, his dark eyes were like spring water, and the eyebrows under his eyes were full of tenderness.

She froze, her fingers clenching the corners of the quilt. After a while, it slowly loosened.

"You use my shell, I will sleep in my body, and in a few days, I will return the shell to me."

The woman's voice echoed in her ears, she never had such a good opportunity to get close to Changfeng, and finally hesitated and muttered, "Then ...... How much of a chatter. ”

Changfeng smiled lightly: "Where the responsibility lies, the girl doesn't have to mind." Then he sat down beside her: "My name is Changfeng, and I haven't asked the girl's name yet?" ”

Her heart jumped again, and at his close face, her face turned red, Changfeng saw her cheeks flushed, panicked, and said with a smile: "Since the girl refuses to say, then in the name of my Qingzi, call the girl ......" He looked out the window, and saw that the moon was under the practice of Hecui, got up and said: "The wind is set by the hibiscus ten miles of incense, and the fence is free and still Yingying." The girl might as well take a single word, so good? ”

"Qinghe." She lowered her head and chewed the name several times, and then she felt that her mouth was fragrant and the artistic conception was intriguing, and it was really an excellent name.

What's more, this name was given to her by Changfeng, what could be better than this?