"Your name is Gu—" He raised his eyebrows, unable to remember what her name was, only vaguely remembering her surname Gu.

Gu Qingmeng's expression was gloomy, extremely lost, she followed him for seven days, she had a deep affection for him, but he didn't remember her name.

"Disciple Gu Qingmeng." She lowered her head slightly, hiding the Luo Mo on her face.

"Gu Qingmeng, why did you do something stupid just now? You are not qualified, and you must not, give up your life at will, do you know what the evil spirit will do with you once he takes possession of your body? Have you ever thought about this? Wuji looked at Gu Qingmeng with a righteous expression, just like the ordinary elders teaching the juniors.

Gu Qingmeng's head drooped lower and lower, and he said in an almost inaudible voice: "The disciple just doesn't want the palace master to be subject to it, it is not worthy." ”

Wuji, Wuji, in the eyes of her heart, compared to the gods of Wuji, she does not allow anyone, any evil thing to threaten him, hurt him, for this, even if the price paid is her life, she will not hesitate.

It is not worthy—Wuji is obviously very useful for these three words, it is indeed not worthy, how can such a filthy and evil thing have the intention of encroaching on him?

Involuntarily, he shook his light purple wide sleeves, and his hands were behind his back, with an elegant and luxurious temperament.

Rigidity's face was also a little soft, and the words he said to Gu Qingmeng were also much softer: "Well, thinking that you are dedicated to the good of this seat, I will spare you this, and you will never be allowed to do this for the second time, at any time, you must not surrender to such an evil force, you would rather die in battle than surrender without a sword, can you write it down?" ”

Gu Qingmeng nodded: "The disciple has written it down, thank you to the palace master for not punishing it." ”

"Well, stand down." Wuji waved his hand, turned around and stopped looking at her, went straight to find a bluestone, learned the appearance of Xuanyuan Aotian, carved two lines of words on it, and placed it in front of this white pine forest, hoping that he could see it when he came out of the tomb.

After doing this, he suddenly felt a little stunned, why did he do this? Why did he want to learn from Xuanyuan Aotian's yellow-haired boy and write such handwriting on a broken stone?

After thinking for a while, he didn't come up with a reason to do this, so he erased the handwriting on the bluestone, turned around and wanted to leave, but his legs seemed to be glued, and he struggled for a long time, he once again engraved the bluestone with handwriting, and wrote all kinds of reasons, showing that he was just out of concern for his friends, hoping to see it without knowing it, etc., etc., there was a lot of nonsense, and it filled the whole bluestone.

After carving the bluestone, and unwilling to put it together with Xuanyuan Aotian, he found a lot of stones to pile up a stone platform, and carefully placed the bluestone on the stone platform, like a devout believer, sacrificing to the gods and goddesses.

After doing so many things, he brushed off the dust on his sleeves and drifted away.

After the smoke purple disappeared into the vast mist in the distant sky, the girl in the peach-pink dress slowly walked out from behind the dirt slope.

She stared at the faint remnant of purple in the air, her eyes confused and bitter: "Palace Master, see you in the future, will you remember my name?" ”

Crush is the most bitter, but it is also flocking and sweet.

The feelings that are gradually hidden are like the silk spring grass soaked in the spring rain, and it grows wildly.

She slowly moved to the front of the bluestone platform, stroking the strong and handsome handwriting on the bluestone, touching the handwriting, imagining that his body temperature was still on the bluestone platform.