Since experiencing two dreams in the valley, Song Liuguang has been in a state of confusion for two whole days, no one is awake how to sleep, and the chopsticks are inserted in the nose when eating, Ling Yan is frenzied and wants to carry her to continue the great cause of eliminating illiteracy, but seeing the decadent look in her face buried in the bowl, she also remembered that she is a child after all, and her mental power is too much, and she can't slow down for a while, so she slept happily for two days.

Early in the morning of the third day, Song Liuguang woke up and felt that his eyes were shining—he had slept too much.

She put on her own clothes, socks and shoes, looked at the two hair ropes on the dresser, thought about it, and tied a neat ponytail two or three times, like a bad boy who is full of vitality and is about to go to the house to remove the tiles in the next second.

Because Yingyue hadn't woken up yet, she walked around her room, touched all the furnishings in the room, and then pushed the door and walked out.

When the carved wooden door was pushed open, Yingyue was awakened, she leaned out of the door, looked at the little back running away, and called, "Xiaoguang, where are you going? ”

Song Liu's bald head waved his hand without looking back: "I'll go see my brother - I'll go to the dining hall to eat." ”

When jumping out of the threshold of the Lingyun Pavilion Hall, Song Liuguang still rushed towards the direction of the Hundred Array Forest without thinking about it, and only then did he raise his foot, and a voice floated leisurely with the wind: "Walking on the stone path, the Hundred Array Forest is dangerous." ”

As soon as Song Liuguang turned around, he saw the empty gate, and then raised his gaze, only to see a man dressed in white, loosely draped in a dark cloak, sitting on the eaves of the fourth floor of Lingyun Pavilion, he was holding a small wine jar in his hand, drinking in the wind and cheering.

Song Liuguang changed direction, walked towards the steps in a proper manner, and shouted the moment before running down the steps: "It's easy to get hemiplegic when you drink in the morning-" The voice landed and the soles of his feet were greased and disappeared.

Ling Yanluo took the hand of the wine jar for a moment, and after a while, he gently rested the wine jar on the green tile beside him, he looked at the blue sky and shook his head with a smile.

Song Liuguang did indeed go to see her brothers, she had slept in a daze for the past two days, and when she woke up suddenly today, she remembered her two unlucky companions covered in blood.

Ling Yanluo told her that no one had lost their lives, and that the injured were all taken in by Caomu Peak, but after a day, all of them were moved to the Disciple's Pavilion to recuperate.

The main peak of Kunlun is tall and magnificent, and three thousand disciples live in the disciple pavilion halfway up the mountainside, and the disciple pavilion has a total of seven seven and forty-nine pavilions, hidden in the thousand-year-old pine and cypress. Song Liuguang didn't know why, after sleeping in a daze this morning, the picture of Fang Qixiu's head and face covered with blood desperately breaking out of the vines and throwing sachets at her suddenly appeared in his mind.

They are, after all, companions.

Song Liuguang thought, the more he thought about it, the faster the pace under his feet, companion, what a novel word.

Because he didn't cross the forest from a hundred formations, he walked around the stone road in a big circle, Song Liuguang went out in the bright sky, and finally sweated faintly on his head, and walked for more than half an hour before he saw the shadow of the pine and cypress.

As soon as the sun jumped out of the mountain mist, the morning bell rang, as if it was one, calling not only the Kunlun disciples who were going to do the morning class, but also all the living beings in this mountain range. The bells echoed in the peaks, the golden light of the sun shone on every inch of green grass, on every rock, and the whole mountain woke up.

There was slow movement on the stone path, and the shadow of a person gradually appeared from far and near.

The further down he went, Song Liuguang met the miscellaneous disciples who swept the stone steps all the way, the gray-clothed sword cultivators who walked towards the practice ground together, and there were also but few spiritual cultivators in blue clothes, and the spiritual cultivators were generally not cultivating at the main peak.

The smiling disciples always felt very curious when they saw Song Liuguang, and occasionally kindly asked her where she was going, Song Liuguang said that he would go to the disciple's pavilion to see his injured friend, and the warm-hearted Kunlun disciple looked at this "little junior sister" with pity, and told her in great detail how to go, which disciple's pavilion to go.

Along the way, the further down she went, the more Kunlun disciples she encountered, and basically every one of them enthusiastically asked her where she was going, and Song Liuguang could only run down quickly in the end.

People who have been in this mountain for ten years have a really dull life, so they will put their enthusiasm on things and people that suddenly pop up.

Looking at the little children running away in smoke, the disciples with swords on their backs were all pity: "I haven't spoken much yet." ”

Song Liuguang trotted all the way, and rushed directly to the north disciple pavilion without stopping, every three disciple pavilions shared a courtyard, this courtyard was planted with green bamboo, and the pebbles were paved into a path, winding into the medicine field, which was the area of Dan Xiu's disciples.

There are mostly women in Danxiuli, and Song Liuguang met several women wearing cyan Luo skirts one after another, smiling and smiling, and the dark fragrance floated, and when she heard that Song Liuguang was looking for someone thought about it and wanted to show her the way.

In the end, Song Liuguang stood in front of a wooden door panting, knocked on it, and a male voice inside said "Please come in", and she pushed the door in.

It was a spacious room, with a total of three beds, and the smell of plasters was still in the air, and one of the three beds was empty, and Mo Yueping was sitting on the bed in the middle, only a small face was exposed to him, and a young man was carrying a bowl of porridge to feed him.

Mo Yueping raised his eyes and saw Song Liuguang's eyes light up: "Miss Song, why are you here?" He happily stopped eating for a while, and patted the side of his bed with his bandaged arm, "Come in, I'm worried about whether you're hurt." ”

In addition to Mo Yueping, there was also a girl sitting on the most window-most bed, and Song Liuguang thought for a while before thinking that it was Ying Tongjun - the unlucky child who was used by her as a free flint.

Song Liuguang sat on the edge of Mo Yueping's bed, and Mo Yueping's father greeted her: "It turned out to be Miss Song, Xiaoping and I have read it many times, and it was even troublesome for the girl to come over." ”

Song Liuguang was still a little awkward about the lord, and waved his hand: "It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, I also live in this mountain, I was confused and had been sleeping for the first two days, and I suddenly remembered Mo Yueping and them early this morning, so I rushed over." ”

Sitting next to him, he found that Mo Yueping's injury was really not light, his hands and feet were tied into zongzi with gauze, and it was quite tragic to look at.

"Are you still in pain now?" Song Liuguang asked with a frightened face, "Your voice disappeared all of a sudden, and I panicked." ”

Mo Yueping was very cheerful, "It doesn't hurt anymore! It will be dismantled this afternoon, and a beautiful and beautiful sister will heal me, and I won't hurt in a while." Ten days at most. ”

"Hey, I don't know who cried a handful of snot and tears at that time. A voice came.

It was Ying Tongjun, who was being taken care of by two women in Tianshan costumes, and her injuries seemed to be almost healed, with only a circle of gauze wrapped around her arm.

Mo Yueping's face turned red, and he said hesitantly: "Because it was really painful at the time, I just woke up and cried for a while." ”

Song Liuguang didn't think it was a shame to cry, so he didn't take it to heart, seeing that Mo Yueping's injury was stable, he turned his head to look at it, and said, "Have you seen Fang Qixiu?"