It was a pair of shallow, very light eyes.

It is like the fog hanging at both ends of the waterfall, and it is also like the sparks drifting in the middle of winter.

He looked sideways, at the mad walking corpse and the unconscious girl, and frowned.

Then he held out his finger and pointed at the vicious walking corpse with some uncertainty.

The candle flame went out, and there was silence.

After a while, the young man stood up, looked at the broken flesh on the ground, and closed the coffin and said, "It's really weak." ”

Then he looked at the dying girl, he frowned, the previous scene appeared like a fleeting flash, he only felt a little pain in his head, as if he was looking at a difficult problem, and then he raised his index finger and fell between her eyebrows.

The finger was still bloody, a little dirty, but it didn't tremble.

......

The autumn breeze is coming, the moon rises in the east, the silver light blows the mountain and shines on the post, and the majestic palace is like covered with snow and frost.

When he came to the gate of the temple, the people outside the door had already fled.

He looked at his hand that was receding, his brows furrowed slightly, his lips trembled, and he whispered:

"Ning...... Long-lasting?"

Is there really a person with the same name and surname in this world?

Still is...... That's my name?

He picked up the copper coin on the threshold, pinched it gently, and looked through the hollow of the coin.

The autumn leaves are shaking, and the bright moon is swaying through the night fog.

Between the bright moon, he seemed to see an ethereal Taoist temple, and many fragments of memory slowly mixed into his mind, but he couldn't put them together completely for a while.

"I ...... Who the hell is it?"

He stood quietly, and the night wind blew his robe, like a bird flapping its wings, and did not return in the night wind.

......

It was three days after Ning Xiaoling woke up.

After the exorcism of evil spirits, Ning captured the water and died violently, and at dawn the next day, Song Bian dared to bring people to collect the corpse, and he was shocked to find that the old Taoist had become a pile of rotten flesh and bones, but his two apprentices seemed to be still alive.

After all, he arranged for someone to send them back to the deserted courtyard.

At this moment, the decoction was boiling on the small stove, and the rich smell of medicine was bubbling with a large amount of white mist.

When Ning Xiaoling opened his eyes, he happened to see Ning Chang lifting the lid of the furnace, staring at the boiling medicine inside, frowning.

Ning Xiaoling looked around, the vermilion lacquered wooden bed, the curtain was half-hanging, and there were red lanterns hanging between the ancient shelves.

"It's ......"

She wanted to stand up, but she felt that her hands and feet were paralyzed, and she couldn't exert her strength at all, and her head was more like a thousand ants biting, and after thinking about it, she felt a headache.

She was wrapped in the quilt, her body curled up tighter, as if she remembered some scene, her pupils shrunk, her body trembled, and her cold hands and feet were not warm.

She cautiously raised her head, smelling the strong smell of medicine, and felt more and more unreal.

"Master?" she asked softly.

Ning Chang said succinctly: "Dead." ”

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, the evil spirits and heart-rending wails that poured into her body were still in her ears, she was excited, suddenly opened her eyes, and tried her best to calm down: "Then how did we survive?"

Ning Changchang said: "Maybe it's luck." ”

Ning Xiaoling naturally didn't believe this statement, but she didn't ask, she always felt that there was something strange about her senior brother......

Ning Changjiu put aside the pu fan in his hand, poured the medicine into the bowl, and handed it over: "Okay, drink the medicine." ”

After Ning Xiaoling drank the medicine, her body was slightly warm, and she finally had some strength, she recalled Ning Chang's method of pouring medicine, and always felt that something was wrong.

"What kind of medicine is this? She asked casually.

Ning Changchang said: "I have seen it sent by the Song side, there is no problem, it is something that calms the cold and warms the body and moisturizes the Purple Mansion." ”

Ning Xiaoling sighed, put the empty medicine bowl on the wooden cabinet beside her, hid back in the quilt with her hand, and her petite body shrunk into a ball, like a little fox.

"Senior brother...... Thank you. She whispered.

Ning Chang asked, "Thank me for what?"

Ning Xiaoling raised his face and said seriously: "You were in front of me at that time, I remember, I treat you like that on weekdays, you are really ...... No grudges. ”

Ning Chang said: "Actually...... I seem to have forgotten a lot of things and remembered a lot of things. ”

Ning Xiaoling was stunned and asked, "What do you remember?"

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, and his voice was like the wind sinking to the bottom: "I remembered that Master killed me." ”

Ning Xiaoling frowned slightly, the scene of that night was shrouded in her memory like a nightmare, when Ning Baoshui used the so-called "talisman talisman", it was clear that he wanted them to be substitutes for the dead ghosts, I don't know what happened afterward, both of them survived.

Such an unforgettable memory, how could the senior brother forget, could it be that Ning Baoshui still had the luck of master-apprentice affection?

How can there be such a nerd?

Ning Jiujiu didn't continue, he shook his head and said, "You're so recuperating, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and snorted.

The door of the house was wide open, the cool breeze blew the eyebrows, and after a while, an autumn rain sprinkled down the courtyard.

Ning Chang moved a chair, sat under the eaves, and looked at the autumn rain, which in his eyes were countless silver-white threads hanging down from the sky.

He suddenly raised his hand and held it at a certain height, motionless.

I don't know how long it has been.

Ning Xiaoling was wearing a white single dress, and when she rolled out of the curtain, she happened to see this scene, she was slightly startled, and she retreated into the room silently.

The next two days were exceptionally peaceful, and Song ordered people to send medicine and food every day, and when they were well, they were given a sum of silver, and then sent out of the imperial city.

Ning Changchang didn't seem to have any injuries, but Ning Xiaoling was not as simple as hurting her muscles and bones, the meridians all over her body were a little swollen, if it weren't for the secret cultivation before and the aura protection, she would definitely not be able to walk at this moment, and the Purple Mansion she relied on to practice was almost directly stirred up that night, and it took a long time to recover.

At night, Ning Xiaoling lay on the bed as always, and Ning Changjiu carefully applied the medicine to her shoulder.

Ning sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, cleaning up the plaster.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly said: "After you recover from your injury, the master's private money will be divided, it is not easy for senior brother to take care of me, so I should take more." ”

Ning Chang said: "You can take it all, I don't need it." ”

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and suddenly rubbed her temples: "My head hurts a little, I can't remember where to put it." ”

Ning Chang said: "One stroke under the compass, one stroke behind the stove, one stroke on the fifth beam from left to right, and one stroke in the dark grid under the bed." ”

The oil lamp shook the fireworks, the girl lowered her head, the hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows, she rubbed her arms, and she didn't look good.

Silence in pairs.

It was Ning Xiaoling who took the lead in breaking the calm: "They all blame me, knowing that the old thing has bad intentions, but he is still so imprudent, I should check that talisman." ”

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "The most difficult embankment is always the knife behind the back." ”

Ning Xiaoling turned her head sideways, opened her watery eyes, and asked, "Senior brother will never harm me, right?"

Ning Chang was stunned for a long time, and naturally said, "Of course not." ”

Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly, as if to comfort herself: "Well, senior brother will never blame me and harm me...... But, but ......"

Ning Chang looked at her calmly, waiting for her to ask.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly raised her head, the originally delicate and cute little face looked thin and pale at the moment, the girl's eyes flashed, alert and afraid, she opened her mouth, and finally said the words that seemed to freeze in her throat:

"But...... Who the hell are you?"

There was a crackle, and on the edge of the sleeve, an oil flower suddenly exploded.