The extreme chill surrounds him, but there is a melting warmth flowing between the meridians, polishing and moistening it over and over again, with a feeling of tirelessness, and the tip of the nose lingers with the bitter medicinal fragrance, sweeping away the dull feeling that is pressed in the heart.

There was the sound of water dropping in my ears, ticking and ticking, strangely clear, with an inexplicable rhythm, as if little by little, the body that had been stiff for a long time was awakened.

Xu was lying down for a long time, his body was slightly uncomfortable, Su Yunran moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

From the darkness to the light, Su Yunran couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he got used to the light, his vision gradually cleared up, and he saw everything in front of him clearly.

The crystal clear ice edge comes into view, reflecting the crystal light, and the clear ice surface clearly reflects his own face.

The eyebrows frowned slightly, Su Yunran supported his body, and slowly sat up, seeing his situation clearly.

This is a huge glacial lake, and it is on an ice bed above the glacial lake, and there are countless elixirs floating on the surface of the surrounding lake.

This is ······

Stretching out his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Su Yunran thought about it, and knew where he was.

At this time, on another ice bed not far away, a figure also slowly sat up, dressed in white and with black hair, and with a slender figure.

As if sensing something, the man turned his head suddenly and looked at Su Yunran.

The moment their eyes met, Su Yunran actually had a sense of being separated from the world—thousands of light years away, all the way away, seeing each other.

His eyes were slightly hot, Su Yunran took a deep breath, suppressed the sourness on the tip of his nose, and called softly: "Senior brother." ”

It had probably been a long time since she had spoken, and at this time, her voice was obviously hoarse, but she could still hear the trembling in it.

The man bent his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips hooked a soft arc, Su Yunran didn't react, he only felt that the corners of the white clothes flashed in front of him, and the whole person was taken into his arms.

The tip of his nose lingered with the familiar smell of clear snow, a powerful heartbeat sounded in his ears, and a gentle force came from the top of his hair, which made Su Yunran's heart settle down all of a sudden.

Holding the little girl in his arms tightly, Nan Shiyan sighed shallowly, and finally spoke, his voice was shallow, with a sense of the aftermath of his life.

"Long time no see."

His eyes were full of a shallow smile, Nan Shiyan raised the corners of his lips, and the tense nerve in his heart finally relaxed, calling out the name that he had not seen for a long time.

"Ling'er."

His head rubbed lightly on the placket of Nan Shiyan's clothes, and Su Yunran also smiled softly, speaking softly, and his slightly hoarse voice carried a sense of weakness.

"yes."

"It's been a long time, brother."

Since the senior brother left the sect that year, they have not seen each other again.

And that time, when he returned to the Eastern Dynasty, the reunion under the evening dew tree was too unexpected, so that Su Yunran almost thought that it was just a dream.

Fortunately, the senior brother is really in front of him.

They were reunited, for real.

There are still those unfamiliar images in my mind, like my own memories, but they are a little strange.

The woman named "Su Yunran" in there is indeed the same name and surname as herself, with the same appearance, everything is the same, but Su Yunran knows that it is not her.

That Mo Qingchen was obviously carefree back then, but that "Su Yunran" was moved by Mo Qingchen, although he was a little indifferent, but he was affectionate and lost himself.

Wu Wu had betrayed himself and was still a disciple of Jian Rui, Su Yunran knew that he would never be emotional about his enemies.

However, in those pictures, the Su family, King Jing, Concubine Yue, Fuyu Temple, and Dust Mountain, these experiences are too real, which makes Su Yunran can't help but be in a trance.

Moreover, there are also senior brothers in it - there is endless persistence, Nan Shiyan's forbearance, Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan's understanding of the return of the soul, and the tacit understanding and connected destiny of their senior brothers and sisters.

All of these made Su Yunran very puzzled.

It's me or not, and I can't talk about it.

If that "Su Yunran" is not himself, then what are these experiences?

Xu is aware of the change in Su Yunran's mood, Nan Shiyan gently rubbed the hair on the little girl's forehead, smiled and spoke, and his gentle voice was soothing.

"Ling'er, that's not you."

Hearing this, Su Yun raised his eyes and met the gentle eyes of his senior brother.

"Senior brother knows?"

"Senior brother brought you back, senior brother naturally knows."

Moving slightly, gently pinching the tip of the little junior sister's nose, Nan Shiyan asked, "Do you remember Lonely Moon Mountain?" ”

"Silent Moon Mountain."

Reading the name in a whisper, Su Yunran was slightly puzzled.

"Is it the Silent Moon Mountain of the Eastern Dynasty?"

"That's good, but Ling'er said that he missed a little."

The slender fingers tapped the tip of the small nose, and Nan Shiyan opened his mouth with a smile, with obvious pampering.

"Silent Moon Mountain is the place where we meet again."

Hearing this, Su Yunran's eyes moved, and he smiled slightly, nodding very obediently.

"Yes."

Smiling lightly, Nan Shiyan said, "That day, Master arrived at Silent Moon Mountain and asked me to bring you back." ”

"Master has also arrived at Silent Moon Mountain?"

Slightly stunned, a clear sense of doubt appeared on Su Yunran's face.

"When?"

Blinking his eyes, Nan Shiyan said, "When we meet again in Silent Moon Mountain. ”

As he spoke, Nan Shiyan lowered his head slightly, and with a pair of gentle eyes with a strange firmness, he looked straight at Su Yunran's eyes, as if he wanted to see into the depths of the little girl's heart.

"Ling'er, that's just a dream, that's not you."

Thinking of the pictures he saw when he was asleep, real but with a sense of strangeness, Su Yunran's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he spoke softly.

"What do you mean, senior brother?"

"Three thousand big dreams, one floating."

The gentle gaze fell on the little girl's delicate face, and the slender fingers hooked the strands of Su Yun's hair that were scattered on the side of her face behind her ears, and Nan Shiyan slowly spoke.

"You and I are just dreaming together."

As if he understood something, Su Yunran's gaze moved, and he slowly said two words: "Floating dream." ”

"That's right."

A mellow voice came, and several familiar figures approached, standing in front of the two, led by one person, plain robe, black hair scattered, gentle eyebrows and eyes, eyes glowing with sharp light, but there were deep waves, as if it could contain all the vastness.

When he saw the visitor, Su Yunran's face showed a surprise that could not be concealed, and he called crisply.

"Master!"

Raising his hand to stop Su Yunran's action of saluting, Jian Song quickly came to the ice bed and sat down, reached out and pressed the little girl's head, and said with a smile.

"How does it feel?"

"I'm tired."

Blinking his eyes, Su Yunran raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Master, how long has Xiao Ling slept this time?" I want to talk about "The Master of the Medical Palace" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~