Nan Le held a few trees along the way and shook all the way to the mountain, and finally couldn't hold on, he fell to the ground, a pair of blue shoes broke into sight, Nan Le raised his head with difficulty, and saw Jiang Qishu who came out to pick herbs with a sickle on his back looked at her in surprise, Nan Le seemed to have met a savior, and said weakly: "Jiang Qishu...... Save me......" Before the words fell, the man passed out.

Jiang Qishu felt that she was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and he was even more puzzled why she recognized herself, and even if she didn't speak, he wouldn't die without help.

When Nan Le woke up in Jiangfu, the scars on his body had been bandaged, there was still a little bitterness left by the decoction in his mouth, and an empty medicine bowl was placed at the bedside.

Jiang Qishu is quite intimate.

Soon, Jiang Qishu pushed the door in and said with a smile: "You are awake."

Nan Le had already sat up against the pillow, glanced at him, and said weakly: "Nonsense."

Jiang Qishu handed over a pill, "Eat this, it will be cured in time." ”

Nanle has always trusted him, and swallowed the medicine bowl into his stomach.

Jiang Qishu looked at her intently, and without waiting for Nan Le to scold him, he asked, "Have we met somewhere?"

Nanle wanted to scold him even more: "You!" Later, I thought about it, he only met her a month ago, and it was normal not to remember, "When I was in Jiangzhou, I was easy to resign and return to dust." ”

Jiang Qishu suddenly realized: "Oh, oh! Right, right! Are you the ...... What's your name? ”

"Nanle."

"Yes, yes, Nanle. Anyway, we've only met once, and it's been so long since then, how do you remember me? ”

Nanle glanced at him, "Guess." ”

Jiang Qishu said embarrassedly: "Is it because I am too handsome and too famous?" After saying this, he touched his chin and agreed, "Well, that's right. ”

"It turns out that your narcissism is not innate, but has been practiced for several lifetimes."

"Really?"

Nan Le put aside the topic, showed a nonchalant look, and asked, "By the way, what kind of resignation is that, is he dead?"

Jiang Qishu said: "Oh he, he came to the imperial capital with me, and now he ......" Now that he has returned to the Regent's Mansion, Jiang Qishu suddenly remembered that Yi Ci had not told Nanle his true identity, so the words changed sharply, "Now...... He's dead. ”

Nan Le's voice suddenly became hoarse and smaller: "Huh?"

Jiang Qishu said sadly: "Yes, we met a robber on the way here, and he ...... to protect me" Jiang Qishu sobbed twice, "I was stabbed to death by the robber."

The pictures of those days in Jiangzhou quickly passed through Nanle's brain, including sugar gourd, hero saving beauty, wall dong, bed dong, and galloping on horseback......

Nan Le was stunned and muttered, "It's dead." So suddenly. ”

Without waiting for the injuries on his body to show a little sign of improvement, Nan Le said that he wanted to go back to the hidden door, Jiang Qishu couldn't resist her, and stuffed a few packets of medicine for her, Nan Le walked out of the door with the medicine not far away, Jiang Qishu ran from home to catch up: "Wait!"

Nanle said goodbye to him: "Thank you, brother, you don't have to send it."

Jiang Qishu stubbornly caught up with her, handed over the pen and paper, and said breathlessly: "Brother, no thanks." If you don't have any money, keep an account, the medicine is quite expensive. ”

Nanle was originally very moved, but now his face immediately darkened, snatched the pen, and wrote his name on the account book, knowing that he didn't understand, but still asked fiercely: "When are you going to pay back the 300,000 you owe me!"

……

Nanle returned to the hidden door, and the door master who had not been seen for a few days above the main hall was sitting with his forehead on his forehead.

Xu Xiancheng, who was standing on the side, saw Nan Le and hurriedly asked, "Where have you been!" Why are you only coming back now! Of course he was angry, because Nan Le's disappearance made Yi Ci wait for her to come back in the door for the past few days, and Xu Xiancheng had been standing next to the throne of the door master.

Hearing this, Yi Ci suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the center of the hall, where Nanle was standing alive.

He knew that the people of the Lesser Sect were chasing her, and he sent people to look for her for a long time, but he couldn't see anyone alive or dead.

Yi Ci stood up and approached Nanle step by step.

He looked at the bruises on Nanle's neck that had not disappeared, and the purple clothes that were broken with blood everywhere, and his slight anger and distress were hidden behind the mask, and he said lightly: "How is the injury?"

Nanle was surprised by the appearance of this problem, and said, "Master Bingmen, it's already good."

Yi Ci also suddenly realized that he shouldn't ask such a question as a seventh-level little disciple, so he said coldly: "Where have you been?"

"Nanle accidentally fell down the hill when he came back from a mission, and now he is fine."

The obvious knife marks didn't look like they had fallen down a hill.

Yi Ci didn't poke her, but said: "In the past few days, you don't want to go back to the stone room of the seventh-level disciple, so as not to let others take care of you, just live in the Cold String Hall for the time being."

Everyone was surprised, and they all knew that the door master's arrangement was obviously spoiling this seventh-level disciple, but the majesty of the door master had always been irrefutable.

But there was a person who didn't have a long brain and said out loud in a hurry: "The door master! This is not in accordance with the rules, how can the Cold String Hall allow a seventh-level disciple to live in it! Thinking that the Cold String Hall was only a few steps away from the Cool String Hall where the door master lived, Xu Yujin trembled with sourness.

Yi Ci drank coldly: "The rules are also set by the master of the sect." After speaking, he said to Nan Le, "Don't think that if you live in the Cold String Hall, you are higher than others, you are still only a seventh-level disciple." ”

Nanle said: "Door master, in fact, I don't have to live in ......"

Yi Ci interrupted her and ordered: "Come on, move things for her, immediately!" After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Cold String Temple.

Nanle sat in a daze after packing up his things.

Why did he die suddenly? Isn't he amazing? At the beginning, it was easy to clean up a few green-clothed fourth-level disciples in Jiangzhou, how could they die when they met a few robbers? Nan Le couldn't figure it out, but suddenly thought that the second-level disciples who stepped on the door were even afraid of a mouse, so it didn't seem strange that he had beaten them.

"What do you think?" The man in the silver iron mask and the ink-robed man didn't know when he was already standing in front of her.

Nan Le came back to his senses, "It's nothing, when did you come in?" ”

Yi Ci didn't answer her, and weighed the medicine on the table, "You healed by Jiang Shen." ”

Nanle was puzzled, "How do you know?" ”

"Guess." After taking Jiang Qishu's medicine for more than ten years, how could he not know that the medicine bag belonged to Jiang Qishu's?

Nanle didn't speak again, always preoccupied.

Yi Ci asked: "Are you seriously injured?" Without waiting for her to answer, he added, "Don't say that you are okay now, just answer my question truthfully." ”

Nanle had no choice but to say honestly: "Heavy."

Yi Ci was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Who did it?"

"Lesser Door."

Of course he knew, "I'm talking about the people behind the Widow's Gate." ”

"I don't know."

The door master's voice suddenly softened, "Be careful in the future." This sudden concern made Nan Le think that he was hallucinating for a while, and Yi Ci also realized that his words were wrong, and added coldly, "The master of this sect doesn't want my hidden person to be killed by someone from the Rare Door." "As we all know, the Hidden Door and the Rare Life Gate are old enemies.

Nan Le seemed to see something, looked at him with a smile and asked, "Why did you let me live here?" Don't say anything, I'm afraid of bothering someone to take care of me. ”

Yi Ci was stunned for a while, as if he was also thinking about this problem, and then he smiled and said jokingly: "The master of this sect thinks that you are a good material for martial arts, and he has the intention to quietly promote you, are you not happy?" Not happy to be able to leave now. ”

Nan Le cast a suspicious gaze: "Really?" Of course she is willing, she dreams of learning more things, especially light skills, as long as she learns light skills, she can go to the Regent's Mansion to pick carved heart flowers, but why are the words of this master so untrustworthy?

Yi Ci replied seriously: "When did I lie to you?"

Nan Le subconsciously retorted: "Why didn't you lie to me!"

Yi Ci raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

Nan Le thought about it and found that he really hadn't deceived her in his memory, so he was speechless for a while, so he had to divert the topic and get down to business: "Door master, then what do you want to teach me?"

"What do you want to learn?"

"Of course I can learn more, why don't you teach me a light skill first?"

"That's a fifth-level disciple."

Nan Le tsk: "You said you were going to teach me quietly, and," she repeated what Yi Ci had said, "the rules are not set by you."

Yi Ci looked at her with a straight face, and had nothing to refute, but said, "It's better to heal your injuries first."

Nanle said impatiently: "Then do you teach or not?"

"When you reach the sixth level of discipleship, I will make an exception and teach you personally."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The disciple's voice came from outside the door: "Door master, there is something important to repay."

"Come in."

The man was not wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Hidden Sect, but wearing a black dress and a mask with the same sect master, and Nan Le felt that this person's voice was a little familiar.

Guichen whispered to Yi Ci, and couldn't help but glance at Nan Le twice.

After listening to Yi Ci, his face changed greatly: "What!"

Guichen nodded heavily.

Yi Ci turned around and was about to leave in a hurry, Nan Le followed two steps behind him and asked him what the situation was: "Door master, your house is on fire?"

Yi Ci hurriedly walked out and cooperated: "How do you know, it was you who set the fire." After speaking, the person had already left Nanle's sight.

Nanle was stunned by herself, how could she think of being on fire? Because when she looked at the door owner, she would think of another person, and even felt that the face under the mysterious mask was that person, and when she thought of that person, she would think of the burning small bamboo building.