Thinking of this, Su Yunran's hand holding the tassel tightened a little, and the bone joints were covered with a terrifying white color, and the nails were embedded in the palms, and the faint blood color was opened.

Crystal tears fell, blurring deep colors on the snow-colored nightgown.

At this time, Su Yunran felt a surge of blood in her heart, she suddenly tilted her head, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and smashed it on the snow-white mat, bright red, blooming into a flower.

Scorching, miserable.

With a bit of an all-or-nothing flavor.

Enduring the sharp pain in his heart, Su Yunran pulled his thin lips stained with blood with difficulty, and tried hard to open his eyes, but his vision gradually blurred, and his slender body slowly fell.

The light in front of me slowly dimmed, and eventually, all light was lost.

Her eyes were blurry, and she seemed to see the man in white again.

He was as warm as jade, with a rippling moonlight on his sleeves, with a cool condensation.

He walked slowly towards him, with a warm smile on his face, dressed in white.

He stretched out his slender hand, and called softly in a gentle voice:

"Ling'er".

***

As thin as celadon and the wind blows warmly, the velvet warm sun casts a thin daylight, the people who shine are lazy, and the delicate flowers fall one after another, falling into the depths of the years, fragrant with those light and peaceful days.

Su Yunran squinted slightly, his gaze was misty, and there were some tears in his eyes.

In the haze, Su Yunran fell into those fragrant flowers again.

It was a quiet time with her and her end.

It has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, nothing to do with the rivers and lakes, and nothing to do with the fighting.

There, there is no empire, no Su family, no hatred, no swords and swords and bloody rain.

It was a time that belonged to the end of the world and the end of the world.

It was an afternoon, and four-year-old Su Yunran was taken to Shimen.

Scattered sunlight scattered all over the place, and the branches and leaves swayed the light of a tree, sprinkling Su Yun's delicate color.

Master Jian Song stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Su Yunran's head, with a soothing force, and called in a low voice: "Xiaoya." ”

The door of the hut in front of him opened, and out of it came a little boy, about seven or eight years old, dressed in white clothes that made him look a little thinner, his gentle eyebrows and eyes seemed to be full of sunlight, and his eyes were a little brighter than the stars.

The boy smiled gently at Su Yunran, then leaned over slightly at Jian Song, and said softly, "I've seen the master." ”

Jian Song responded lightly, "Hmm", pulled Su Yunran, and slowly spoke: "This is Duling, I joined the sect a few days ago, and from now on, I will be your junior sister." ”

Then, Jian Song lowered his head slightly, gently caressing Su Yun's supple green silk, and his words had a deep and kind taste.

"Xiaoling, this is the end of the day, it's your senior brother."

Su Yunran looked at the end of the road in front of him, tilted his head, blinked his clear eyes, and called softly: "Senior brother."

Hearing this, the corners of Wanya's mouth raised, and the smile was warm, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Su Yun's dyed hair, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his warm eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of warm water.

"Isn't it?"

Duan Ya smiled lightly, gently pinched Su Yunran's face, and said with a smile: "I am Duan Ya, and I will be your senior brother from now on." ”

"Senior brother will call you Ling'er in the future, okay?"

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, his pale face bloomed with a shallow smile, he was docile and well-behaved, his thin lips opened slightly, and he gently spit out a word: "Okay." ”

Wan Ya chuckled a few times, raised his head, and looked at Jian Song, "Master, that disciple will take Ling'er around first." ”

Jian Song waved his hand casually with an "um", and said softly: "Xiaoling's health is not very good, you remember to be careful." ”

"Okay, master."

Wan Ya responded with a smile, stood up, reached out to take Su Yunran's little hand, and walked around with her.

Jian Song stood in place, looking at the backs of the two walking together, put his hands behind his back, and sighed softly.

The whole division is indeed very large, and he patiently walked through with Duan Ling one by one, introducing his junior sister to others with a smile, holding Duan Ling tightly with one hand, very cautious.

In this way, as the end of the day, it officially began.

The days of cultivation are indeed intense, as Jian Song's only two closed disciples, the two of them need to learn a lot of things, and the intensity is also greater.

One day, he returned to his room, put down the jade sword, moved his tired body, sat down by the window, poured a cup of hot tea, and drank it in small sips.

"Ling'er."

He poked his head out of the window and smiled kindly.

"Senior brother."

Duan Ling's eyes lit up, put down the tea cup, looked at the messy clothes of Duan Ya, couldn't help frowning, and wondered: "Senior brother, is he going to the Sword Pavilion to cultivate again?" ”

"Nope."

Wan Ya shook his head, smiled mysteriously, and blinked his eyes, "Is Ling'er's cultivation over today?" ”

"Tired or not?"

He tilted his head and said with a smile: "It's over, I'm a little tired." ”

Hearing this, Duan Ya raised his eyebrows, jumped into the room from the window, grabbed Duan Ling's little hand, and said softly: "Show you something." ”

"What."

Although he was puzzled, he still followed the end, passed through the bead curtains, and came to a bath.

The bath is made of warm jade, and it is inlaid with precious spirit stones, exuding a faint halo.

As far as Ling was born with a cold body, coupled with the reason for the toxins in the body, he often needed to take a medicinal bath, so Jian Song ordered someone to build this bath, which led to spiritual water, and the bath was engraved with formations everywhere to facilitate the gathering of spiritual energy.

At this time, the bath was full of clear ice and snow, and under the faint halo of spiritual power, it shimmered with bright light.

Feeling the cool air, Duan Ling couldn't help but shrink to the side of the end, raised his head slightly, and wondered: "Why did Senior Brother put the snow in the bath?" ”

"This is no ordinary snow."

Duan Ya raised his lips, squatted down and touched his head, and said slowly: "This is the snow on the top of the Snow Misty Mountain, which contains very strong spiritual power and can moisten the meridians." ”

As he spoke, he snorted proudly and said with a smile: "You often take medicinal baths, and you must have been annoyed by the smell of medicine, so I went to the Snowy Misty Mountain, fetched the snow from the top of the mountain, and bathed you." ”

He pursed his pale thin lips, his eyes trembling, "Senior brother, thank you." ”

"I'm your senior brother, I don't need to thank you."

As he spoke, he pinched his little face, stood up, took a few steps forward, raised his hand slightly, and poured his spiritual power into the bath.

The clear snow and ice began to melt, and as the rising mist slowly turned into soft warm water, glowing with a faint streamer.

The spirit stones on the bath all lit up, the aura flowed, and the formation began to rotate, blocking the aura with a warm aura.

Wan Ya pushed Duan Ling's body, pointed to the clothes on the side, and said with a smile: "Go quickly, I have already prepared the clothes for you." ”

Looking at the mist rising in front of him, he took a deep breath, raised his lips suddenly, and smiled brightly, "Okay." You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie