There is a bridge in front of you with no end in sight.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen stood at the head of the bridge for a long time, and finally decided to walk through it.

There are no railings on either side of the bridge, and there seems to be a lot of past buried under the bridge, like clouds, some of which can be seen clearly, and some of which cannot.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen saw herself when she was seven years old, coarse linen clothes, hair like a bird's nest, rolling and crying with her uncle.

She remembered that the uncle had been away for several months, but when he finally came back, he didn't love her at all like before, he didn't think she was noisy and dirty at every turn.

The uncle was helpless from crying, and sighed again and again: "Oh, how can it be such an abrasive spirit, not like your father at all." ”

He squatted down to wipe her tears, with a little disgust: "The little girl's family can't be so sloppy, and you can't roll around and cry like this." It's good to pick up and clean up, and Uncle will teach you to read. ”

She still refused to get up, and handed over the bird's nest-like head: "I want to touch it." ”

A hand gently touched the skull, a faint warmth.

She raised her eyes to look at the uncle, and he smiled equally lightly: "It turns out that I want to love more." ”

The clouds of the past slowly dispersed, causing the fox to wake up.

On April 13, when the rainbow was raining, she changed into a snow-white feather coat, and as soon as she left the door of the guest room, she saw that the second vein master was summoning the wind, blowing the whole place to the corner.

There are many cherry blossoms planted in his yard, both red and white, and these days it looks like he is going to fail, and every morning he gets up full of petals.

"Zhen Zhen?" the second vein lord smiled kindly, and handed over a food box while calling the wind, "It's what you like to eat." ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen opened the lid of the box, and inside was a bowl of steaming sugar water eggs, and two three-ding buns.

"How does the Second Vein Master know that I love this?" she immediately picked up the bun and took a bite, asking curiously.

The second pulse master blew all the falling flowers, and the money came: "I am not very old, but my memory is not good, you mentioned it to me." ”

Did she mention it?

Ling Fox Zhenzhen touched her head, lately, she often popped up some things that she couldn't remember before, but she didn't forget what she said.

The second pulse lord carefully looked at her complexion, and said with a smile: "Your complexion is much better than before, you look stronger than you look, and it is also my second pulse mountain that eats and drinks well and can support people." ”

More than ten days ago, this little girl suddenly came to Ermai Mountain to ask him for guidance on her cultivation, and then simply stayed in the guest room of the cave and did not leave, but bothered him to prepare three meals for her every day.

"What do you want to learn today?" asked the second vein master leisurely.

She thought for a moment: "Learn Tengfeng." ”

The second pulse lord was surprised: "Your father can't take the wind, this is not as fast as before, you have to learn everything he can well, and then learn those who can't, right?"

"But I want to learn. ”

The second pulse lord sighed: "It's a good thing to be studious and smart, but it's also a headache to learn as much as you want." ”

Saying this, he still let her learn as she pleased, hanging on the top of the cherry blossom tree, watching her go from not being able to fly in the morning to being able to move three feet above the ground, maybe tomorrow she will be completely proficient.

"Your father didn't learn as fast as you did. The second pulse master sighed, "He saw that he couldn't fly, so he only learned to communicate with paper." ”

This second-vein master talked to her, and seven out of ten sentences were Linghu Yu, and Linghu Zhenzhen asked: "The second-vein master likes Linghu Yu very much?"

It's a bit strange to like two words, and the second pulse master didn't care about her poor words: "A studious and intelligent disciple, which master doesn't like it?" It's a pity that he is disobedient. ”

Such a big devil, in his mouth is "disobedient", from the Great Wilderness to Middle Earth, from humans to demons, how many people mention Ling Fox Yu's face is wrong, Ling Fox Zhenzhen is the first time to see someone like the Lord of the Second Vein who is so unabashedly fond of nostalgia.

"Do you like to talk about Ling Fox Feather?" she was very considerate, "You can talk more, I'll listen while practicing." ”

The second pulse master laughed: "When people are old, it is inevitable to chatter. Lately, I've been thinking about the last time I saw him in Zilin Town, before dawn, his hair and clothes were soaked with dew, and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. I noticed that he had something on his mind, but I didn't bother to ask, and he left. Nothing changes with this walk. ”

He can remember the subtleties of decades ago so clearly, Ling Fox Zhenzhen was about to ask Ling Fox Yu where he went, but he heard him say strangely: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the monk of the first pulse for a few days waiting for you outside the second pulse mountain, are you angry?" You haven't gone back for more than half a month, and you're not afraid of being scolded?"

Qin Yuanxi is most likely angry, and he shouldn't scold her.

She shook her head slowly: "I...... I don't think I should see him. ”

"Why?"

"I owe him a lot. ”

The second pulse lord smiled: "It turned out that you came to escape my debts from Ermai Mountain, what do you owe?"

owes him Panshensi, causes him to like someone he shouldn't like, and suffers for so many days, and the culprit doesn't know anything, and he looks forward to rubbing it with him all day long.

It's better not to see him, wait a few more days, and when she learns all the cultivation that she should inherit from Ling Huyu, she will return the Panshen Silk to him, this is the real indebtedness.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the second pulse lord bowed his head: "I owe a love debt, I owe a heart debt, it's not easy to repay, it's better not to pay it back." ”

That's not going to work.

"I'm going to pay it back. Ling Fox Zhenzhen said seriously.

She never remembered why she grabbed the Divine Silk and how she got it. If this thing has no other skills, it will make her hurt, and she will forget a lot of things, although it is mostly unpleasant, and she will think about it all when she returns the Panshen Silk, but because she has had many pleasant things with Qin Yuanxi, she can offset it, she is not afraid.

The master of the second vein pondered: "People's hearts have always been fickle, and fortunes and misfortunes are unpredictable, how can love be repaid? Not only can many things in the world not be settled with money, but there are also many things that cannot be settled by any method. You still don't have to think too much, practice hard, and don't waste your talent. ”

He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "You can practice this mental method before going to bed, so that you can calm your mind." ”

Cultivation is to practice, and settlement is also to be settled, where is it so complicated.

Linghu Zhenzhen has always listened to what she likes to listen to, and if she doesn't like to hear it, she didn't hear it, so she took over the heart and nodded her head indiscriminately.

*

She went up to the bridge with no end in sight.

The clouds and mist under the bridge swayed faintly, allowing the fox to see a forest full of purple flowers.

The night was deep, the moon was faint and bleak, and she was dressed in black and walked slowly in the forest. She was going to Zilin Town, Yangzhou, and her uncle was waiting for her there.

When I finally met my uncle, at dawn, she was dyed with dew, and she was so tired that she just wanted to sit down and drink saliva.

With a smile on his face, Uncle reached out and touched her half-wet hair, and called her: "Zhenzhen, you are still here, Uncle is so happy." ”

Of course she will come, Uncle is here.

But he said, "Since you have come, you have agreed." Then you go, Uncle is still waiting for you in Zilin Town, if you don't come, Uncle won't leave. ”

Where is she going?

"It's best for you to hold that thing," the uncle was still gently touching her head, "Look at those two people, the one in blue is him." Go ahead, don't let Uncle down. ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes, only to feel that the panshen silk in her body seemed to be drilling into her heart, and the pain was unbearable, she clutched the quilt tightly, and remembered in a coma that it was not that they had not seen the uncle since he left the mountain, he had called her to Zilin Town for something, and she went.

What do you want her to take......? Is it Panshen Silk?!

Ling Fox Zhenzhen rolled off the bed with her head on the head, slowed down for a long time, and because she felt that she could get up, she pulled her legs and ran out, and raised her hand to close the mansion door formation.

There was an inquiry from the room of the second vein master, but she didn't answer, and directly rose into the wind and burrowed into the deep night.

There are still a lot of things I don't understand, why did we meet in Middle-earth? The "thing" that Uncle mentioned was really a god silk? But I can't think of her, what if Uncle Yi is still waiting for her in Zilin Town?

didn't want to come to the main gate, but the disciple guarding the door didn't let her go: "Senior Sister Linghu, leaving the pulse requires the consent of the elder or the pulse master." ”

Ling Hu Zhenzhen hurriedly said: "But before Qin Yuanxi and I came out, I didn't see you ask for this." ”

The disciples guarding the gate were very respectful: "The junior disciples don't know the situation, but all the vein masters and elders have instructed that if Senior Sister Linghu leaves the vein alone, they must agree." ”

Why is it just her? It's annoying.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen directly summoned the paper flying dragon, flicked her long tail, and flew to the zenith in the blink of an eye, throwing away the shouts of the gatekeepers.