Zhao Fuling raised her head and looked up, and found that the place where she was sitting was the entrance of the medical hall.

The doctor in the hospital was gossiping, chatting about His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince and General Shen/Jun and the like, Zhao Fuling tilted her head and listened for a long time, feeling that this name was somewhat familiar.

The Seventh Highness and General Shen/Jun, she seems to know each other?

Zhao Fuling got up and pounded her head, feeling as if she had forgotten something.

The people on the street came and went, and Zhao Fuling followed the address in the gossip to find it, and found that the words "Guarding the Mansion" were written on the gate over there.

Zhao Fuling stood outside the door and looked at her brain for a long time, and before she could walk in, she heard someone behind her shouting to her: "Miss Zhao." ”

Zhao Fuling turned around and saw an old man with fairy wind bones.

She was curious, "Are you calling me?" ”

The old man smiled kindly and nodded: "Yes, the poor road is calling you." ”

Zhao Fuling said: "No one else can see me, why can you see me?" ”

The old man said, "I have come to you on purpose." ”

Zhao Fuling took two steps back vigilantly: "But I don't know you." ”

"Miss Zhao has begun to forget?" The smile on the old man's face instantly retracted, and his expression became inexplicably solemn. He said to Zhao Fuling, "The poor road is Xuanxu, and I came here to send Miss Zhao back." ”

Zhao Fuling shook her head, and in a trance she had a little impression of the name "Xuanxu", but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but instinctively avoided Xuanxu: "Where are you going to send me back?" My home, it doesn't seem to be here. ”

After saying this, Zhao Lingling turned her head and ran away.

Xuanxu Daoist was shocked, and hurriedly chased after him: "Miss Zhao, if you don't go back, you really can't go back." ”

Zhao Fuling didn't listen to him, ran fast under her feet, and in a short time, she came to a secluded alley.

It was probably extremely fast, and for a moment, she felt as if she was about to fly.

After gasping for breath in the alley, Zhao Fuling poked her head out again, but saw Xuanxu's voice sounding behind her again: "Miss Zhao, don't you have to run away." It's not right to trap you, and the old Taoist is here to apologize. ”

Zhao Fuling turned her head suddenly, looked at him in shock and asked, "How can you catch up with me when you're old?" Legs and feet are so sensitive? ”

Xuanxu Dao Chief: "...... Wherever the girl goes, the old way can be found. ”

"The ghost is not gone!" Zhao Fuling muttered, simply squatted down, and she asked, "Where are you going to send me back?" ”

The Xuanxu Daoist stepped forward and said in a good voice: "Send you to the Guardian Mansion." ”

Hearing the words "Guarding the Mansion", Zhao Lingling was a little interested, and she asked, "Why?" Where is my home? ”

Xuanxu Dao Chang was silent and explained, "Your body is there. Now you are in a state of leaving your soul, and if you don't go back within three days, you will never be able to go back. ”

Zhao Fuling heard it in a fog, although her mind was blank now, she still instinctively retorted: "What is the state of leaving the soul, can you speak scientifically." ”

Ghosts, ghosts, you know it's when you hear it!

Xuanxu Daoist knew that he couldn't make sense with her, so he simply sighed and said, "You go with the old way first, and then talk about it when you get to the place." ”

Zhao Fuling thought about it, and didn't know what she was going to do, so she simply nodded and responded.

The two of them went to the guard mansion one after the other, and halfway through, the Xuanxu Daoist looked back at ease again, for fear that Zhao Fuling would run away again.

When she arrived at the gate, Zhao Fuling stopped, looked at the two soldiers guarding the door and said, "If people throw you out, I won't help you." ”

Xuanxu Daoist smiled helplessly, took the initiative to enter the door first, and saw that the soldiers didn't stop him at all as if they couldn't see it, so Zhao Fuling followed in surprise.

There are a lot of people in the guard mansion today, and many doctors in Zhangzhou are gathered here.

The officials were busy shuttling back and forth, making this cold and bleak winter day more lively than before.

Xuanxu Dao seemed to be very familiar with this place, and took Zhao Fuling to a courtyard.

Zhao Fuling passed by many people, seeing that they turned a blind eye to herself, the fun and suspicion in her eyes faded a little, and she finally began to seriously think about the matter of "leaving the soul".

Before he could think of a reason, he heard the Xuanxu Dao Elder say in front: "It's here." ”

Zhao Fuling looked up and found that there were many people standing in this courtyard.

The main house in the courtyard was wide open, and a few familiar people stood inside.

One of the sons was born exceptionally good-looking, wearing a black robe, with a cold white complexion and clear and lonely eyes. Just standing there, it is like a Zhilan jade tree and a moon in the arms.

It's a pity that his face is extremely cold at the moment, and his eyebrows seem to be frowning with a handful of frost and snow on the Tianshan Mountain that does not melt all year round, and the chill is amazing.

The few people around him didn't dare to come out, only a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old was talking in a solemn tone.

Before Zhao Fuling could figure out who this was, Xuanxu Daoist said, "Go in." ”

Zhao Fuling walked forward, walked a few steps, turned around and asked Xuanxu Daoist: "You don't go in?" ”

Xuanxu Dao Chang smiled helplessly, so he had to step up to follow.

The two of them went in as if no one was around, and when they arrived in the house, Zhao Lingling found that there was also a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Only the young man's face was not very good, and there seemed to be blood spilling from the corners of his lips, which should be injured.

Zhao Fuling didn't have time to pay attention to him, only looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and said in surprise: "She looks like me." ”

Xuanxu Dao Chief said, "She is you." ”

Zhao Fuling looked at it carefully, and finally shook her head: "She's not me, we just look alike." ”

Xuanxu Daoist sighed and said, "Miss Zhao, she is you and you are her, and there is an inextricable bond between you." ”

Zhao Fuling didn't understand this, so she only insisted: "You see that she is a goose egg face, I am a melon seed face, we are not alone, you must be lying to me." ”

With that, she turned and ran out.

As soon as he trotted to the door, he heard the Qingjun man of the Zhilan Yushu and called in a low voice: "Ah Ling." ”

Zhao Fuling stopped suddenly, she looked at the man's eyebrows, and after a long time, she said uncertainly: "Jingmo? ”

This sound was like a turmoil in the heavens and the earth, and the swift and fierce wind swept away all the heavy fog.

The invisible detour suddenly turned straight, and Zhao Lingling seemed to be summoned by something, and retreated uncontrollably.

But until she reached the bedside, she still gritted her teeth and insisted: "She is not me, I don't want to be her, I don't owe anyone anything." I am Zhao Fuling, and I only belong to my own Zhao Fuling. ”

Xuanxu Daoist was stunned when he heard this, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he was forced to retreat from that mysterious and mysterious place.

After opening his eyes, the Xuanxu Dao Elder spat out a mouthful of blood again.

The pain permeated his limbs, and Xuan Xuan Dao Chang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and forced his last breath to get up.

He turned to look at the incense burner in front of the statue of Sanqing, where three unlit incense sticks were inserted.

Next to it was the one he had lit, which was suddenly broken in two.

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