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Under Ling'er's narration, Wei Ming finally knew the cause and effect.

It turned out that on that day, it was the wind and snow that blocked Xuan Mingzi at a critical moment After a moment, Dongfang Xi forcibly performed his luck and stabbed Xuan Mingzi's palm with a sword, but because the palm was too fast, he still let Wei Ming suffer half a palm, and it was the difference between this half a palm that made Wei Ming unable to die on the spot.

At this time, the elders of the beggar gang, Hong Riqing, nicknamed Hong Lao Ghost, appeared, and used a set of nine seals to help Gu Yuexuan and Meng Po repel the killers of Providence City and Xuan Mingzi.

Subsequently, several people first sent Weiming to the Li family wine cellar in Dukang Village, the wind blew Xue and Meng Po to protect the Dharma, Gu Yuexuan, Dongfang Xi and Hong Riqing protected the heart of Weiming Yungong and temporarily saved their lives, and the group rushed directly to Xiaoyao Valley.

Hearing this, Wei Ming couldn't help but sigh helplessly, and said, "I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape this catastrophe~"

But sigh and sigh, it's good to be able to survive a catastrophe after all.

"Master, you still have a reward that you haven't claimed, do you need to claim it now?" Ling'er then asked.

"Haha~ Of course"

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In the chaotic system space, there seems to be no concept of time, and it originally felt like I had just stayed in it for a while, but when I woke up, three days had passed.

"Huh?"

Weiming, who had just woken up, was confused for a moment, then felt something strange around him, and looked down to see that it was Meng Po lying on the side of his bed and falling asleep.

Wei Ming glanced at the millet porridge on the small table next to the bed that still exuded residual warmth, knowing that in the past few days that she was in a coma, Sister Meng must have been by her side every step of the way, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little warmer.

I closed my eyes and felt my condition, my body has been seven or eight points better, coupled with Meng Po's careful care in the past few days, I don't even have any feeling of prostration, so I didn't want to get up and go out for a walk, and then quietly leaned out my arm and gently pinched Meng Po's neck a few times, of course, this is not for the sake of being thin or anything, and the acupuncture points that are pressed by the unknown are all acupuncture points that calm the nerves and help sleep, in order not to wake up Meng Po.

But then again, Meng Po's skin is indeed extremely tender, which makes the half-grown child a little... cough cough~ are a little ape-like, and their hands are shaking unconsciously.

After pressing a few times, Meng Po's breath gradually became stable and long, and before she let go, she crept up from the bed, and then gently picked up Meng Po and put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt intimately.

Then I looked around, and found my own weapon box in a corner of the room, although it has not yet reached the level of the Heavenly Dao battle box, but it is already a treasure box with many functions, and I went to a certain place on the box to shoot it, and I heard a slight sound of friction, and a jade flute drilled out half of the top of the battle box, and I pulled it out as soon as I reached out, but it was a rare Hetian Bai Yuxiao.

This Xiao is made by Wei Ming himself, although the timbre of the jade Xiao is usually not as good as the bamboo, but this Xiao is polished very well by Wei Ming, not only the timbre problem is solved, but even when facing the enemy, it is also a good magic weapon.

Of course, it is not clear that at this time, it is not for the sake of fighting, lying down for several days, naturally to soothe the mood and the like, beautiful scenery, music, food, these are all good spices, I have long heard that the scenery of Xiaoyao Valley is pleasant, if you play another song, it must be good.

Thinking like this, Wei Ming gently twisted the jade flute and walked out of the door, and at the moment when Wei Ming walked out of the door, he didn't find that Meng Po, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly on the bed, quietly opened his eyes and looked at the back of Wei Ming, Meng Po looked at Wei Ming's back, the corners of her eyes revealed a reassuring arc, the smile on her face was extraordinarily quiet, and even had a hint of intoxication, holding the quilt that Wei Ming had just covered, feeling the residual temperature, Meng Po moved her body a little, changed to a more comfortable posture, gradually~I fell asleep again. Hmm~ It must be a dream!

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Walking out of the door, Wei Ming only felt a burst of enlightenment, it was noon, the sun was mild and not dazzling, it was a good weather to relax, but unfortunately I didn't see a figure, it seemed a little lonely, but I didn't care too much.

Outside the door is a small courtyard, there are all kinds of weapons and some wooden people in the yard, I think it is a place to practice, out of the yard, but it is a large maple forest, now just to September, the maple leaves have begun to turn red, look at it from a distance, the red maple leaves under the trees seem to be connected into a fairyland picture, which makes people reverie.

Although I have seen this kind of scene in the game in my previous life, the picture of a few feet long and wide is always more beautiful than what I saw with my own eyes.

Unclear holding Xiao, like a young man, walked forward along the maple forest, and after a while, he saw his destination, the Yunxia Waterfall in Xiaoyao Valley, and there was a chessboard and several stone benches next to the waterfall.

Wei Ming walked to one of the Shi Dengs and sat down, gently put the jade flute to his mouth, and a song "Lone Star Singing Solitaire" slowly flowed out from the corner of Wei Ming's mouth.

This is actually a more sad song in the previous life of the unknown.,It stands to reason that this situation and this scene should be played a little more cheerful.,But I don't know why.,I didn't know why I thought of this song at this time.。

As Xiao Yin slowly flowed, the unclear emotions gradually drifted up, and I couldn't help but recall all kinds of experiences in this life, the grief and powerlessness of my biological parents when I was an infant, the warmth and constraints of relying on my adoptive mother when I was a child, and the loneliness and grief of losing my mother again when I was a teenager, all kinds of things in the past, as if it were yesterday.

Gradually, the second half of the song, which should have been a sad style, gradually relaxed a lot, and remembered the experience when he stepped into the rivers and lakes, although he was injured and sinned along the way, but fortunately, there were some confidants and friends who accompanied him, practicing medicine to save people, practicing chivalry, quenching thirst with wine, and accompanying confidants, and finally there was no waste of this way.

At the end of the song, before Weiming put down the jade flute, there was suddenly an extra coat on his body, and when he looked back, it turned out that he didn't know when, Meng Po had already walked behind Weiming.

"It's cold, you're not well, add more clothes~"

In fact, when Xiao Sheng first got up, Meng Po followed the sound and came over, but when she saw that Wei Ming was concentrating on playing the dong flute, she didn't immediately come forward to disturb, but waited quietly for him to finish.

This is not the first time Meng Po has heard Wei Ming play, in the past, when the two of them walked together, Wei Ming would play a song when he had nothing to do, sometimes it was cheerful, sometimes it was sad, but in fact, Meng Po could feel that no matter what kind of music, Wei Ming played it, there was a trace of hidden deep sadness.

And this time, perhaps because of a person's playing, the sadness in the song was unmistakable, which made Meng Po's heart feel inexplicable pain.

Although Meng Po is very eager to know about the unknown past, she is a smart woman, and when she wants to talk about it one day, she is very willing to listen, but if she does not take the initiative to mention it, Meng Po will not ask half a sentence.

"Let's go back to the house and put it~" Meng Po gently helped Wei Ming up and said.

"Hmm~" Looking at Meng Po's side face, Wei Ming felt that a certain string in his heart was plucked, and naturally said: "Thank you, Sister Meng~!" ”