Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and a gentle energy entered his body.

Originally, whether it was in his heart or body, Zhou Qingdu, who had irrepressible pain, seemed to be completely better at this moment.

Hearing the soft words of the person behind him, Zhou Qingdui straightened up, turned around, and looked at the illusory white-clothed Confucian in front of him, with a hoarse voice: "But Mr. Ye, if I like someone, I just want to do my best to be with her at any cost." ”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who enjoyed a lot of prestige in the Confucian and Taoist Academy and even the entire human race just sighed softly: "Everything in the world has an answer, but there is no solution to the love word. It's just that this world is boring, and most of them are divergent roads between the north and the south. ”

Zhou Qingwan looked back at the direction where Miss Lin might have been taken away, and finally just sighed powerlessly.

"Mr. Ye, is there a way to restore me now?" Zhou Qingdui asked the Confucian in front of him with the last glimmer of hope.

The white-clothed Confucian shook his head and sighed lightly: "If there is really a way to bring people back to life in this world, only the Broken Intestine Moonflower of the Dikun Lu family may be able to give it a try." However, there are always some drawbacks in this category, and it may not be able to really do it. ”

It's this heartbroken moonflower again!

The man with white hair was only slightly silent, then raised his head to look at the Confucian in front of him, and asked softly, "Mr. Ye, can you accompany me for a while?" I still have a lot of questions for you. ”

The white-clothed Confucian man stopped talking, and finally just nodded.

The wind and snow fall all over the lonely city,

A white-haired man who looked emaciated and frail walked in front, and a middle-aged Confucian with gray temples walked behind.

Sir, student.

There is no three-foot sword in his hand, how can the boy walk in the red dust?

Now that Zhou Qingdui, who was already white-haired and shawl, was silent, he walked back to the bamboo building step by step.

Maybe it was heavy, maybe it was hard to walk, but he never thought about stopping for a moment.

Sitting on the wooden pier in the courtyard, Zhou Qingdui stretched out a hand, as if to catch the heavy snow, but there were only faint bits of light on his hand, or there were no ones at all.

"Mr. Ye, I have something I want to ask you." Zhou Qingwan put his hands on his lap and said softly.

Ye Jingan looked at the vastness between heaven and earth, and smiled: "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"Actually, whether it's you, Master, or that Xuanjiu senior, they all have something to hide from me, right?" Zhou Qingwan didn't look up, as if looking at the vast world with Ye Jing'an's gaze.

Ye Jing was stunned, but there was still no wave on his face, he just sighed softly, and suddenly thought of a lot of things that he should have told his student.

But even after thinking about it so much, Ye Jingan looked at the young man beside him who had been born early, as if he could see the young man who couldn't do anything at a glance, but how could he say these words?

In the end, Mr. Ye just whispered: "Zhou Qingdu, the road is long and the road is long, and the line is coming." You don't have to think about it so much, whatever it is, you just have to do it. You don't have to worry about what you're going to face in the future, at least until we old guys die, it's going to make it easier for you. ”

Zhou Qingwan seemed to understand Mr. Ye's helplessness, just nodded slightly, looking at the snowstorm, as if he saw the child who was crawling in the wind and snow more than ten years ago.

It seems that when the wind and frost pressed on the heavens and the earth, it also pressed down in the hearts of this pair of masters and apprentices.

I can't help myself, there are only four words, and it is the most heavy.