The two walked back slowly, Feng Yin didn't speak, Wen Shuo was silent, and the atmosphere was obviously not very good.

Wen Shuo turned his face sideways from time to time to sneak a peek at the wind while walking, but the white gauze fluttered on his face, and Wen Shuo couldn't see anything.

"Don't look, do I have flowers on my face?"

Feng Yin turned his face abruptly and teased, which startled Wen Shuo.

Wen Shuo reacted and hurriedly flattered: "How can the flowers be as beautiful as you, I'm looking at your flower-like face!"

Feng Yin glared at him, but he still smiled, Wen Shuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally clear after the rain.

"What Dr. Xiao said, you also heard it, let's take Mr. Ji's medicine in the future, maybe Mr. Ji will be cured of my illness with a flash of inspiration one day." ”

Wen Shuo softly held Feng Yin's hand, raised his eyes to look at the warm sunlight in the sky, and replied: "It's good for you to be like this, eldest lady, you should be delicate." ”

Feng Yin lowered his head and smiled without speaking, and Wen Shuo's voice came again: "In the future, I will practice martial arts well, and when I become a peerless master, I will always be by your side to protect you, you don't have to care about anything, just be your eldest lady in peace." ”

It was rare for Wen Shuo to speak in such a serious tone, Feng Yin was a little unaccustomed to it, and secretly turned his head to look at him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled. There seemed to be a trace of warmth passing through the hands of the two of them, flowing down their arms to their hearts, crispy and numb, but extremely comfortable.

The sun shone on his face warmer than ever, and Feng Yin squinted his eyes and looked up to quietly enjoy the yellow, "I will marry in the future, how can you always be by my side to protect me?"

Wen Shuo took his gaze back from the sky when he heard this, and teased her: "You are so ugly, you can't do anything, I'm afraid you won't be able to get married!"

Feng Yin immediately turned his head to glare at him, and pouted, "Who just said that I look like a flower and jade, could it be that I am blind?"

Wen Shuo replied nonchalantly: "Do you think everyone is as blind as me?"

When it comes to fighting, Feng Yin has never been Wen Shuo's opponent, so he had to bow his head angrily and shake off Wen Shuo's hand: "If you can't get married, you can't get married, and it's not your responsibility!"

The next voice intercepted Wen Shuo's sentence "If you can't get married, it's better to marry me".

Later, Wen Shuo thought that if he didn't pay attention to that person that day, if he said that sentence, would the ending of himself and Feng Yin be different? I asked myself many times in my heart, but there was never an answer, because what happened happened happened, and it was impossible to start all over again.

A neutral voice came from not far ahead, lazily but with a hint of a smile, "Poor Dao looks at this young lady Hongluan Xingdong, but it doesn't look like she can't get married." ”

When Feng Yin heard the sound, he looked up, and saw a young man in white clothes and soft eyebrows standing under a big tree about ten paces away. Judging from the bun he pulled up and the style of dusting in his hands, he looked like a Taoist priest.

After he finished speaking, he waved the dust whisk in his hand, and met the gaze of the wind with a smile.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Wen Shuo's eyes, and he stepped forward to block Feng Yin's body, and bowed to the white-clothed Taoist priest with a little guard, and said, "Good Dao leader." ”

The white-clothed Taoist priest glanced at Wen Shuo and nodded as a return salute, his gaze crossed Wen Shuo's body again, and said with a smile: "The poor Dao has traveled so far, and it is also fate to meet two little donors. Poor and talented, knowing some life methods, looking at this young lady who seems to be moving in the red luan, she quickly said it for a while, it is really rude. ”

"Do you know some life techniques?" Wen Shuo snorted coldly, thinking that he must be a charlatan from nowhere.

If you want to cheat money, you don't pick a bustling street market, and it's a brainless person to come to this kind of country road. So he was not polite, and said directly: "We are still in a hurry, so we won't gossip with the Taoist chief." With that, he stretched out his hand and pulled the wind and groaned and left.

At this time, a cool breeze suddenly blew, the thin veil of the wind was blown up in an instant, a snow-white and bright face was revealed, the man in white's eyes lit up, and the chuckle stopped instantly: "Miss has been frightened under the tree in the last few days?"

Feng Yin was stunned when she heard this, took Wen Shuo's hand and stopped, looked back at him and asked, "How do you know." ”

The man in white smiled and waved the floating dust, and replied: "Poor Dao has a little study of the law of life", he laughed deliberately as he spoke, with an unfathomable look, "Didn't Poor Dao say it, Miss's Red Luan Xing, moved." ”

Feng Yin was puzzled, "What does this have to do with Hongluan Star?"

Wen Shuo looked at Feng Yin as if he had been told something by the Taoist priest, so he asked softly, "What he said is true, you are really frightened under the tree?"

Feng Yin nodded, and the voice of the Taoist priest came again: "After Miss was frightened, Hongluan Xing moved, but did you meet anyone at that time?"

The wind groaned and remembered those bottomless cold eyes, and shivered.

Wen Shuo's face turned cold when he looked at Feng Yin's appearance, but he became interested in this matter, and turned his head and asked, "How did the Dao Chief know that the Red Luan Star had moved?"

The white-clothed Taoist priest crossed his legs on the spot, stretched out his hand and pinched it to make a gesture, closed his eyes and said, "Look at the shape and charm of the body, and then pinch your fingers to count." ”

What kind of body shape and charm, I didn't say the same thing, Wen Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he is still a charlatan.

Just as Wen Shuo was rolling his eyes, the Taoist priest spoke again, "Looking at Miss's appearance, it seems that her body is not very good." Would you mind if Poor Dao took the pulse of the young lady?"

Feng Yin didn't answer, but grabbed the corner of Wen Shuo's clothes and muttered, "Let's go, it's not too early." ”

Wen Shuo's face sank, but he didn't leave.

To be honest, he still has some doubts about Feng Yin's illness, although the results of Grandpa Xiao's diagnosis are the same as those of Mr. Ji and his father-in-law, but he still feels that there is something wrong in his heart, but he can't say where that trace of wrongness is.

At this time, I happened to meet this Taoist priest, could it be some revelation from God?

Wen Shuo took a closer look at the smiling face of the Taoist priest, and said to the wind: "Why don't you let him take the pulse, what if he is really some kind of worldly master?"

"But it's not too early. ”

"Take the pulse and we'll go. ”

Feng Yin pouted and didn't say anything, but sat down opposite the Taoist priest and stretched out his right hand.

The Taoist priest stretched out two fingers and pressed them on Feng Yin's pulse, smiled and closed his eyes.

Instead of frowning and inhaling like Doctor Xiao, the Taoist priest's expression remained calm. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Miss has taken a lot of medicine." ”

Wen Shuo seemed a little curious and asked, "What else?"

The Taoist priest seemed to think about it for a while, and said: "Miss's meridians are not good, her qi and blood are weak and there is a sign of blood blockage, but she is injured again, and her body is really not very good." ”

Seeing that he was saying this again, Wen Shuo lost interest, and only said: "Dao Chief's medical skills are good." After saying that, he pulled up the wind and groaned and was about to leave.

The Taoist priest's voice sounded again behind him: "Miss, your illness is not serious enough to take so many medicines, and your illness has been all these years, haven't you ever had any doubts?"

Hearing this, Feng Yin's body shook suddenly, and he immediately turned his head, "What did you say?"

Wen Shuo was also startled, turned his head to stare at the white-clothed Taoist priest, and said in a defensive tone, "Why do you say that, who are you?"

A layer of golden light suddenly appeared around the white-clothed Taoist priest, looking at the appearance of the fairy, he stood up and posed for a floating dust, and said with a smile: "Poor Taoist Luo Anhua, traveling here, meeting the two is fate, but it is just a good deed." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Feng Yin and said, "Miss, if you want this illness to get better, let's cut off the medicine first." After that, he stretched out his hand and handed out a brown elixir, and said, "This is the elixir in the Heavenly Palace, Miss can recover some after taking it." ”

Feng Yin's eyes flashed by the golden light, and he was stunned for a moment and lost his spirit, so he only stretched out his hand and took the pill.

Before he came back to his senses, the white light flashed strongly, Wen Shuo and Feng Yin subconsciously closed their eyes, and when they opened again, the person in front of them was gone, leaving only an ethereal echo in the air, "Today's matter, don't mention it to anyone, remember to remember!"

Wen Shuo was so shocked that he could stuff an egg in his open mouth, turned his face and asked Feng Yin, "You say, is he an immortal?"

Feng Yin hadn't recovered from the Taoist priest's words, and didn't move for a long time. When he finally opened his mouth, he said, "You say, is the medicine he said Mr. Ji's medicine?"

Seeing that Wen Shuo didn't understand, Feng Yin showed a sad look on his face, and said, "Is he saying that Mr. Ji's medicine is problematic, so I haven't been able to get better?" Swallowing a few deep breaths, he held back the well-flowing tears, "Is it because my father and mother don't like me, that's why I want to be sick all the time?"

Wen Shuo's face turned cold, and he pondered for a while before speaking: "It's not unreasonable for you to guess so." "Feng Yin doesn't need to marry if she is sick all the time, and if she doesn't have to marry, naturally outsiders won't know about her eyes, which makes sense. If this is the case, then the father's reaction seems to make sense.

Feng Yin's body trembled, and he took a step back and held on to the trunk of the tree and muttered, "A lot of things don't make sense, how can I not have doubts." ”

For example, I clearly remember that I was eight years old on the day my father and mother got married, but why was I the child of a general? For example, why did I not even remember anything before I was eight years old? Is it really because of my injury, but what kind of injury did I suffer and why did I get hurt? I have questions, but no one can answer them.

Wen Shuo approached to help Feng Yin, hugged her comfortably, and said, "Maybe that's not the case, don't think about it." Seeing that Feng Yin didn't speak, he sighed, straightened Feng Yin, and said, "I think we'd better go back to the house first, and then think about it after we go back, okay?"

The wind groaned, just nodded slightly.

Wen Shuo took the pill in Feng Yin's hand, looked at it with a complicated expression, and stuffed it into his arms, took Feng Yin and hurriedly walked towards the General's Mansion.

On the way back, Feng Yin suddenly remembered a sentence from the man in black that night, he said, "You are a member of the demon clan, how can you be in this place."

Feng Yin's head ached slightly, and he silently said in his heart, "Demon Clan".

Luo Anhua stood under the tree, looked at the two children who walked away, and chuckled: "It seems that it is still a little useful for this seat to be dressed as this fairy wind bone, the little girl believes it." ”

The Demon Lord appeared behind him at some point and said coldly, "What did you give her?"

Luo Anhua was startled, turned to glare at him, and replied: "Don't worry, it's not a poison, it's the Hundred Poison Qingdan given to me by that guy Zuo Qiusheng, there is the blood of the Evil Sea Dragon, and some of the ordinary poisons can be dissolved, in case that girl is poisonous, that medicine can be of great use." ”

The Demon Lord glanced at him and smiled, "You are willing to do it." ”

Luo Anhua shook off the dust casually, and said nonchalantly: "This seat is Luo Anhua, the famous white-clothed ghost king of the Demon Realm, and I still won't take this thing to heart." As he spoke, he turned his eyes to look at the Demon Lord and said with a smile, "You finally fell in love with a woman, but you have to take good care of it, it's not good to die." Raising his eyes in the direction where the two children were leaving, he added, "This girl has beautiful eyebrows, and you have a good eye." ”

The Demon Lord let out a soft snort from his nose and replied, "It's just because of her blood pupils, if you can bring the demon clan under her command, it will always be beneficial." ”

Luo Anhua's wide white sleeves shook lightly, and said with a smile: "That's not for you to pull the red thread, I even said such nonsense as Hongluan Xingdong." ”

The Demon Lord turned around and wanted to leave, and his voice echoed in the air: "Benjun never believes in this kind of nonsense. "The man is gone.

Luo Anhua smiled, but he didn't believe his words.

The Demon Lord, who only stays in the human world for one day a year, has not returned this time, could it be that he is idle and wants to enjoy the spring color of the human world in the coming year? If you have no intention, how can you show up to see those bloody pupils.

Since you don't like others, and this girl can't marry a mortal, then I'll help you turn this girl back to the demon world, which can be regarded as a marriage. Luo Anhua is happy when he thinks about it, in these long boring years, he is still a little fun.