Cui'er was taken back to the Pharmacist's Mansion, and the Medicine King personally diagnosed her pulse and prescribed a prescription, and under Zixiao's careful care, she was slowly getting better.

After all, it was a serious illness, and at Zixiao's insistence, eight months later, Zixiao and Cui'er embarked on a long journey to find Xiao Wu again.

After nearly two hundred years, Cui'er once again set foot on the land of her hometown, the mountains are still colorful, the water is still clear, but in the Luming Valley, there are ruins and broken walls overgrown with wild grass, broken wine vats are scattered everywhere, and the home has long been barren.

Cui'er didn't dare to be careless, and used her mana to enchant Luming Valley, she wanted to isolate herself, especially Zixiao's breath. After all, she and Xiao Wu are still being hunted down, and Cui'er is worried that there are still eyes and ears for the slaughterers.

When Zi Xiao saw the scenery in front of him, he always felt that he was not in the demon world, but as if he was in the world.

Cui'er had tears in her eyes, and she had unforgettable memories everywhere. Looking up at the tall hibiscus tree in the valley, Xiao Wu, the child king, led the children of the clan and often played on this tree, which used to be the place where there was the most laughter and laughter, and the small field under the tree was the place where he trained the clan guards.

The place where the wine vats are piled up is the place where the clan produces wine, and it is also the favorite place for adults to gather.

The dilapidated White Stone Palace is the place where the clan is discussed, and behind it is the place where the family of the lord of the country and himself live.

Cui'er hurriedly went to the dark room in the hall where the injured Xiao Feng was hidden, and saw that the door of the dark room had been opened, but there was no trace of Xiao Feng's little master inside.

Xiao Feng is not there, has he been discovered, has he been rescued or killed, or has he escaped by himself?...... A bunch of questions came to Cui'er's mind.

Although Cui'er was very worried in her heart, there was also a faint comfort, she had many nightmares, dreaming that the little master of Xiaofeng died in the secret room, and Cui'er was most afraid of seeing a pile of dry bones.

Is the little master alive or dead? If he is alive, where is he?

Cui'er looked up at the sky above the white aurora, sad in her heart, the world was reckless, how could she find Xiaofeng Xiaowu, a pair of suffering brothers and sisters?

Zixiao looked at Cui'er silently until she calmed down and talked about Xiaofeng intermittently.

Because he still had to look for it, Zi Xiao accompanied Cui'er to a small square, where nearly 1,000 people of the Bailu clan were slaughtered. touched the scene, Cui'er's eyes and hearts were all the scenes when she was slaughtered.

Cui'er seemed to see the sturdy invaders in armor, the culprit of the young lord of the Wuling clan, Chenyou, and his helpers of the bloodthirsty demons, as if she saw her familiar clansmen being slashed and stabbed to death, seeing her sisters being wantonly ravaged, seeing the desperate eyes of the lord of the country when she fell, and also seeing the queen falling in her arms bleeding, and it was difficult to explain the words of taking Xiao Wu away......

Cui'er knelt where the whole clan was slaughtered, covering her face and crying bitterly, she couldn't accept the cruel reality of being slaughtered now.

Zixiao, who accompanied Cui'er all the way and never said a word, frowned, squatted beside Cui'er, put his hand on her shoulder gently, and patted comfortingly.

Cui'er sobbed, tears flowed out of her fingers, her heart was like a thousand swords through, so painful that she couldn't breathe, and the grief caused her to cough violently, crying for a while, Cui'er choked up to Zixiao, who had been silently accompanied: "You know, a thousand people...... One time...... It's gone, woo, I'm ......".

Zi Xiao looked at the sad Cui'er, and said with empathy: "I know......! than dead...... It hurts even more!".

"Woo, how much I want to ...... with them Let's go together, but ......"

"I understand...... You are...... For Xiao Wu"

Feeling Zixiao's understanding, Cui'er burst into tears again, she knocked her chest heavily with her hand, and cried: "But...... Two little masters, you ...... Where?...... Queen, Cui'er has failed your instructions and failed to take care of the little master, Cui'er should die...... Damn it!".

Afraid that Cui'er would hurt herself and grieve excessively, and cause an old illness again, Zi Xiao grabbed her hand with tears in her eyes and pulled her into her arms to comfort her, Zi Xiao understood the pain and despair in Cui'er's heart.

"Cui'er, be strong...... We ...... Let's go to find the Xiaowu brothers and sisters, and they will definitely be able to find it...... You can rest assured, you must ...... I can find it."

Zixiao's relief made Cui'er slowly come back to her senses, she gradually calmed down, and went to see a few places together.

In Xiao Wu's childhood bedroom, Zi Xiao saw that although the bedroom was dilapidated and dusty everywhere, there were still some strange stones, cages, armor and some small toys everywhere, which looked like Xiao Wu's style.

Along the way, there was no sign of any human settlement. In the end, Cui'er took the Zizi flute up Liangyi Mountain, but saw that the hillside was full of red, which was a fiery red pomegranate flower in full bloom.

"This pomegranate orchard was planted by the little master of Xiao Wu and others."

Zi Xiao was shocked, how many years does this large pomegranate tree have to be planted!

When Zi Xiao and Cui'er approached, they found that the unattended pomegranate trees were all stout, the branches spread unscrupulously, the branches were full of red flowers, and the shriveled pomegranates under the trees were spread all over the ground.

Along the barren stone road, Cui'er took Zi Xiao to a large hall made of white stone, which was solemn and magnificent. When the heavy temple door "creaked" open, the dust suddenly flew up, and it was obvious that no one had been here for too long.

"This is the Holy Maiden Temple, where Xiao Wu lived for 3,000 years before fleeing"

The words "saint" and "flee" made Zixiao's heart suddenly tighten, if Xiao Wu knew the past, could she still walk the world with her to practice medicine and find medicine, and not ask about the world? Zi Xiao put a question mark in her heart.

The main hall in front is a place for the guests, and all the decorative utensils are luxurious, dusty but still intact.

There are many rooms at the back of the main hall. Xiao Wu's bedroom, layers of draperies are broken and scattered everywhere, a big couch and household belongings are thick dust, you can't see the original color if you don't look closely, books can be seen everywhere, the books on the couch are ajar, presumably Xiao Wu was looking at it at the time.

Zi Xiao picked up the book, blew off the ash on it, and was about to look at what book it was?

The painting depicts a beautiful young man as warm as jade and as clear as the bright moon, with a bun on top of his head and a wide robe that is soft and elegant. The corners of the beautiful boy's mouth are raised, and his eyes seem to be admiring, like disgust, like looking at the excitement, and staring at what he seems to be smiling?

The boy is so beautiful! The beauty makes people dazzle and linger.

Zi Xiao knew at a glance that when Xiao Wu escaped from Yongzheng Palace, the back painting of the beautiful young man in the burden was this person.

Zixiao's heart began to panic inexplicably, "bang" jumped non-stop, he saw the inscription on the painting, stabilized his mind, walked to the painting, and saw that it was Xiao Wu's font:

"Sijun didn't see you, and sat alone in tears!"

On the other side, it was written, "Hate Lang lightly promised to travel alone, did not look back, and left empty and haggard tears for a long time." Sleepless at night, crazy drunk, begging from the sky! Planting acacia pomegranate flowers all over can relieve sorrow?".

What is the relationship between the two?

Why does Xiao Wu call the beautiful boy Lang Jun?

Zixiao's melancholy eyes added sadness, and the colors of sadness, jealousy, and worry permeated his handsome face.

Cui'er, who was behind Zi Xiao, saw his every move in her eyes, and saw Zi Xiao frowning and the corners of her mouth twitching, she knew that Zi Xiao had discovered the unusual relationship between Xiao Wu and Mu Bai.

Cui'er didn't want to make Zixiao sad, so she stepped forward and explained: "The son on the painting ...... It's Mu Bai, the second prince of the demon clan, Xiao Wu...... It's just his companion, he has been immortal for more than 3,000 years, and after that...... The little dance master moved to this holy temple of the Holy Maiden."

Zixiao's face was full of melancholy and unwillingness, but he still asked knowingly: "Xiao Wu and him...... ...... with him Just a companion?".

Cui'er didn't answer Zixiao's question, she didn't want Zixiao to have a bad heart, "Second prince...... Cultivated a small dance, but those ...... It's all gone".

Zi Xiao understood Cui'er's kindness, and this expression of wanting to cover up made him more aware that the relationship between the two must be extraordinary, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart: "Xiao Wu...... Didn't forget about him...... She ...... in her heart And his impression".

Cui'er once knew from Zixiao's mouth that Xiao Wu had painted Mu Bai's back, but she didn't understand, how could Xiao Wu have such a memory?

Cui'er continued to interrupt, "Then, how is it possible? Xiao Wu even forgot her name."

"yes! I forgot about myself...... But I still remember him!"

Zi Xiao said sourly, looking at the inscription again with a lonely face, how is the sea dry and rotten feelings? can make Xiao Wu have such a heart-rending expression, it turns out that the pomegranate flowers all over the mountains are also planted by Xiao Wu for the lovesick Mu Bai.

"Xiao Wu, I was still young at that time...... If you don't understand, it's just a lonely aria, and you can't take it seriously...... It's been too long...... What's more, Xiao Wu ...... I can't remember the past."

Zi Xiao looked at it very gratefully, and has been trying to comfort her Cui'er, since she saved Cui'er's original yellow bird, the two have known each other for almost two hundred years, especially in the last sixty years, and they have been getting along day and night to find the missing Xiao Wu, Zi Xiao and Cui'er have a feeling of relying on each other and cherishing each other.

Zixiao felt that Cui'er was as gentle and considerate as a sister, and he didn't want her to worry about her, who had not yet recovered, so he turned around and smiled at Cui'er, and said bitterly: "Don't worry! I don't want to dwell on the past, I want it...... is in the future".

Cui'er didn't know how to answer Zi Xiao, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Zi Xiao, let's go to Xiao Wu's study and have a look."

"Good!"

Zi Xiao followed Cui'er to a large room, which was surrounded by huge bookshelves full of books. A soft chair that can be sat and reclined next to the window, and there is a large and heavy carved calligraphy and painting table with books piled up on the table, and a large ceramic jar next to the desk, which is full of calligraphy and paintings.

"This is the place where Xiao Wu reads and writes"

Zi Xiao picked up a painting in the porcelain jar and opened it, and saw that it was written, "Zhidang takes the cloud", and at first glance it was the strange handwriting of Xiao Wu's pen full of ink.

Zi Xiao seemed to see that the girl with an elegant and elegant gesture was reading by the window alone, and he finally understood how the bookish and noble spirit that Xiao Wu had infiltrated in his bones was cultivated?

That night, Zi Xiao and Cui'er lived hastily in the Holy Maiden Hall for a night, Zi Xiao slept on the couch where Xiao Wu had slept, and the aurora came in through the dilapidated window lattice, and the ground was mottled.

Zi Xiao closed his eyes and lay on the couch, experiencing Xiao Wu's three thousand years of suffering, he was a cheerful and flamboyant child, but he was full of loneliness and loneliness, Xiao Wu's experience stabbed Zi Xiao's heart.

Zixiao remembered that whenever Xiao Wu felt aggrieved and uncomfortable, she liked to lie on her shoulder and cry silently. Zi Xiao secretly made up his mind that when he saw Xiao Wu again, he would definitely tell her, "If you want to cry, you can cry enough on his shoulder, and in the future, he will not ...... Let her ...... again Tears of sadness".

Zixiao, who couldn't sleep, sat up from the couch and painted the eyes of the beautiful boy in front of him, he walked to the painting, and snorted coldly at the moonlight-like person, "Hmph! I won't be jealous of you! I don't care what Xiao Wu was like in the past......? Right now...... Belong to me...... You remember for me, my name is Zixiao, and Xiao Wu's future belongs to me...... I am willing to give up everything for her, join hands with her to hold up a piece of heaven for her, love her and protect her life! Let her become the happiest woman in the world...... I must be a hundred times better than you...... No, it's a thousand times better!Xiao Wu ...... I'll never think of you again."

Zi Xiao finished grinding alone, waved his hand and knocked the painting to the ground.

In the following ten days, Cui'er took Zixiao to search for the tribes and villages near Luming Valley, one was to find Xiao Wu, and the other was to inquire about Xiao Wu's brother Lu Xiaofeng, but the result was nothing.

On a lively street in the city of the Witch Spirits, there was a noisy fight in a blacksmith shop with a blazing fire.

Ah Meng was crushed by a basket of charcoal that the fool was struggling to carry, and he angrily scalded the reddish iron tongs on his hand directly on the fool's arm, and scolded in his mouth, "Your uncle, dare to take revenge on Lao Tzu, look for death, see if I don't burn you."

"Ahh......hhh Woo woo woo",

Heart-rending shouts and a burning smell attracted the attention of passers-by, who saw the blacksmith boy beating the fool again, and the fool clutched his arms and screamed, and finally, crouched in the corner and cried, and the passers-by were already surprised, shook their heads and sighed and walked away.

A red-faced woman lifted the curtain, rushed in, pushed Ah Meng violently, and yelled: "Bastard, why are you a hot fool again?

"He crushed my feet, and I should be beaten, I ...... That's going to kill him."

"You dare!"

A middle-aged strong man who was banging and beating finally couldn't stand the sideways glances of passers-by and shouted, "Okay!

This woman is Fangfang, she glared at Ah Meng angrily, and helped the injured fool into the backyard.

Among those sideways people, there was Cui'er, she caught a glimpse of Ah Meng's hot person, and she was angry in her heart, but she would never have dreamed that the fool who was burned and didn't see his face was the Lu Xiaofeng she was looking for.

When Cui'er came to the enemy's base camp, she was already restless, looking left and right was extremely vigilant, plus with a hat, she only caught a glimpse of Xiao Feng's back, it was a ragged and dirty fool, Ren Cui'er wanted to break her head, and she would not think of the white-clothed Shengxue, the suave Xiao Feng Xiao Lord, in addition, Xiao Feng has grown a lot taller, thin is a handful of bones, and the appearance is not like the past.

Seeing a team of patrolling guards coming, Cui'er pulled Zixiao and hid in an alley, and Cui'er missed Xiaofeng like this.

There is no choice but to rub shoulders, God is a hard-working person!

Sitting on a high slope to rest, Zi Xiao turned his face to see Cui'er with a tired and sick face, and couldn't help but feel a little regret in his heart, he took out the water bladder and unscrewed it and handed it over.

Cui'er glanced back gratefully, took the water bladder and drank two sips, looking at the flickering aurora in the distance in a daze.

Zi Xiao picked up a small wooden stick and asked softly, "Where do you go next?"

Cui'er stared ahead with a heavy heart, her eyes confused, but her tone was firm, "Go to Dajingyang Palace."

"Da Jingyang Palace?!"

Cui'er turned her head, looked at Zi Xiao who was surprised, smiled bitterly, and hesitated: "After all...... Xiao Wu has been a saint and is ...... Will...... They found Xiao Wu and brought her back to the palace."

Zi Xiao lowered his head and scratched on the ground with a small wooden stick, listening to Cui'er's words, he still paused unconsciously.

Zi Xiao understood the meaning of Cui'er's words, obviously Da Jingyang Palace knew the special relationship between Xiao Wu and the second prince. At that time, Xiao Wu was still young, and it should not be a marriage relationship, the most likely thing is that there is a marriage contract or a good relationship that has been made public. A trace of sourness and depression entangled Zixiao's heart, although he didn't want to care about Xiao Wu's past anymore, but when the mood came, he still couldn't control his taste and felt sad.

Cui'er and Zixiao did not use the immortal method to go directly to the Da Jingyang Palace, but covered their breath and walked along the road to look for it, and along the way, they still did not find any valuable clues.

When they arrived at the Demon Capital Nine Hidden City, Cui'er and Zixiao found an inn to live in.

Zi Xiao came to the Nine Secluded City of the Demon City for the first time, walking on the lively street, seeing the shops on both sides, the shop flags hanging high, all kinds of strange-looking men and women, old and young, shoulder to shoulder, it was also very lively.

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