The two real-life fighting techniques caused by the boy's arrow are still the topic of conversation among the people of Kyoto many years later.

What do you say about the giant hand covering the sky and the sun, the green dragon hiding the wind and thunder, what is the Xuanwu golden body Arhat, raising his hand and flying thousands of leaves, the sky is shocking, the momentum is magnificent, and the national teacher is at a critical time, otherwise the entire Kyoto City will be destroyed!

However, when the people later talked about this matter to outsiders, instead of being afraid of escaping the catastrophe, they regretted it, as if it was really necessary to break the world.

The thrilling fight is over, and things have come to an end.

The Xuanwu Shenhou Mansion was sentenced to bear all the expenses for the reconstruction of the Ninghou Mansion, but the marriage between Yu Shengyan and Zhou Guanyu was annulled.

As for Qianyi, who stirred up all kinds of storms with one arrow, the national teacher didn't mention a word, probably because he was soft-spoken, and it was not worth the national teacher to speak in person. But in the eyes of the people, if the national teacher does not say it, it naturally means that he is not guilty.

Everyone admires and envies Qianyi's good luck, but few people know that Qianyi, who returned victoriously, is not better than the big war at this time.

He frowned lightly, looked at the charming Yu Shengyan, hesitated again and again, and finally chose to confess: "I'm sorry, I'm not the boy on the marriage certificate, he has died in battle, I did this, just to complain about him." ”

Qianyi bent down to apologize to Yushengyan.

Yu Shengyan's smile froze, and the countless explanations from Mr. Tingshu and the people were all self-defeating, and she turned her head to look at her grandfather.

Jade does not look at the sky, silent.

She looked at her mother again, and her mother's sobs wet her cheeks.

Looking back at Qianyi, Qianyi was still bent over.

Yu Shengyan wanted to smile indifferently, indicating that it was nothing, but his lips were lightly opened, and the smile was not relaxed, but cold.

Slowly, bitterness slipped down his cheeks. Yu Shengyan knew that she was crying, but unfortunately there was no wind, and the wind and sand couldn't blind her, she hid her face and left, and her figure fell in the gallery, but she quickly got up and disappeared in the corner door.

The middle hall of the Jade Mansion was extremely silent, and the sound of incense ashes could almost be heard.

Yu Shengyan's mother wiped her tears and said, this child has long been buried in the bottom of my heart for me, and I don't want to go up and down several times, but I still can't escape this fate......

Yu Buzhuo waved his hand, motioning for her to stop talking, and waved back at the same time.

Chiya still maintained an apologetic posture, an unspeakable guilt in his heart.

He only thought about complaining about the border soldiers, but he ignored that an arrow pierced not only the lintel and lantern of the Jade Mansion, but also the woman's heart, which was already full of holes.

Yu Buzhuo smiled, and his voice was easy-going: "Little friend, there is something that I haven't had time to tell yet." ”

Qian Yi raised his head when he heard this, he also had something to ask.

"Last night, your spirit beast suddenly got angry and smashed several mountains. This morning, the old decay has just recovered, and it has fled into the air, thinking that it is looking for you, but the old decay has just used to probe, and your spirit beast is in a small courtyard under the South Mountain at this time. ”

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It's noon.

At the end of the flowers in Nanshan, the farmhouse is cooking.

Qian also fell in the only small courtyard where there was no smoke rising.

The small courtyard is simple and tidy, the yard is sprinkled and swept clean, but there is no grain in the beams, there are no poultry in the cage, and there is no sound in the four corners, which seems quite lonely.

Chiya's gaze rested on the blackened walls of the hut.

A bright and immaculate flower bloomed fragrant at the moment when Naruo walked out lazily.

The girl wore a plain white spring shirt that had never been worn, with a plum collar and a snow-embroidered skirt.

The light bell on the waist is swaying, the bright moon is rising and falling in the ears, a little heavenly water is hidden in the bun, and thousands of green threads gather with the clouds.

Qiu Niang's eyebrows are contained, the water of the three autumn ponds is clear, the green apricot eyes are dewed, and Meng Chun is purple and red.

Naruo gently stroked her lazy ears, her expression was no longer as timid as when she first met, and she said softly, "You are here." Then he smiled lightly: "I'm leaving." ”

Chiya didn't know how to answer, so she just looked at the girl in silence.

Naruo continued: "If my brother hasn't read the note I left on the table, please help me tell him that my mother and I will go east to the sea with Uncle Wu, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

Chiya nodded.

Naro smiled again.

The silence lasted only a moment. The girl spoke again: "I'm leaving." ”

Chiya looked at the girl.

Silently, the girl was like a firefly in the night wind, turning into a little starlight and dissipating, lazily landing from the starlight, looking up blankly.

Qianyi also looked up at the sky, he knew that this was just a mark left by the girl, and the real Naruo was thousands of miles away.

He looked up because of the sound of singing.

The voice sang:

"Five years of flowers falling and flying,

Yan Gui didn't see the old man back.

Last year's snow in front of the vacant hall,

Only look at the mountains with the present ......"

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On Nancheng Street, Qian also walked from the Jishi Medical Center to the crossroads.

He was ready to return to the National Hospital to study, but he practiced medicine in January, and after all, he couldn't let go, so he went to the medical center first and informed Zhao Yiyi that if there was an incurable disease that could not be dealt with for a while, he could come to the National Hospital to find him.

If this remark is heard by someone who is not familiar with Qianyi's temperament, it is inevitable to say that this young man is so big, but as a person who has seen Qianyi's true ability, Zhao Yiren understands that Qianyi is actually enthusiastic, so he is naturally happy to accept it.

Chiya nodded and returned to the intersection.

The stalls that had been left out for two days were still empty, and no one paid attention to them in Kyoto, where every inch of land was at a premium.

Chiya threw the laziness that was all the way towards him on the table, stroked the dust, and sat down at the wooden table.

Someone soon recognized Qianyi on Nancheng Street, a man carrying hot and sour soup almost poured the soup on his head, and exclaimed in surprise: "Little Divine Doctor, why are you here?!"

Qian Yi glanced at the latter and smiled without saying a word.

The man was so excited that he rushed to the wooden table and shouted, "Why are you here?!, are you not hurt?!Why are you dressed like this?"

Before Qian Yi could answer, the man's voice was like a boulder smashed into the lake, stirring up a thousand huge waves, and the pedestrians were like grass blown by the wind, all falling to the stalls, and the exclamations came and went.

Qianyi's idea of practicing medicine was completely frustrated, and half of the patients did not look at it in the afternoon, and they all cared about answering everyone's questions, until the sun was already in the west, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

A wisp of wind blew, and a piece of snow fell on Qianyi's neck.

Qian Yi turned around, and the old willow that he had eaten with the girl finally fell into the snow.

Extremely white and beautiful, just like the white dress the girl wore when she left.

Qianyi tilted his head to look at it for a moment and smiled lightly.

The streets full of remnant sun, there is no longer the back of the girl's cart away, and the pedestrians are getting old, only the frolic of children is blowing.

Qian also returned around the river as usual, Yu Buzhuo sat under the golden willow, and the remnant sun sprinkled his smile:

"Little friend, the endgame won't be today, when will it be?"

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[Volume 2 • New Stories in Nancheng] ends