Nangong stared at him, his eyes flashing with various emotions.

When Nangong took everyone to know Zhong Ci, Nangong had already seen Tong Ziyi.

So I recognized her at a glance when I received the teaching card at night.

The flowers are falling, and the light is overflowing.

When I was a child, that person sat outside the courtyard of the Ask Palace.

Under that thousand-year-old wisteria tree, quietly, stupidly, watching the petals fly up and fall, like a delicate doll.

When Nangong saw it, he thought it was a fairyland, and the beauty was too unreal.

Wengongjiao is at the foot of Yangzhou, the scenery is beautiful, full of greenery, and there are many strange flowers and plants.

When Nangong's family went to visit, it was the season when a hundred flowers were blooming.

So when the delicate-looking little child asked her in a soft and milky voice, she didn't hear what she was asking.

The only thing I remember is hiding in the Taoist hall to look at her, called Tong Ziyi, who is Taoist, asked the palace teaching, and the successor of Yueyimen.

Liuxi always recognized her at a glance.

Since she was born, she has been proud and complacent for so long, she can't say that she is too good-looking to hear clearly, right?

In the end, he could only cross his waist with one hand and point at her with the other: "Is this tattered appearance?

Liuxi held her head high and didn't dare to look at her, her face flushed, and by the time she came back to her senses and glanced at the location with her spare eyes, it was empty.

She looked around, sulking for a long time, as if it was the first time that she regretted her pride.

But when I went to ask the palace sect again for the second time, Tong Ziyi was no longer there.

She pinched the dress she was holding, and her heart was empty.

When she knew that she was going to come again, she happily changed into the most well-made new clothes made by the Nangong family, and specially selected brocade to personally supervise the making of a set of flowing flower skirts, the skirt showed off delicate gauze flowers, and when she walked, she would be like petals in flowing water, which was only made by the best tailor in Kyoto at that time.

When she knew this dress, she remembered Tong Ziyi.

Under the wisteria, the little girl sitting in a simple white cotton cloth, the petals fell at her feet, the white clothes, the shoulders, so beautiful and integrated.

But now—

Nangong Liuxi looked at her and was still so good-looking, but there was no light in her eyes at that time, only fear, evasion, and uneasiness remained.

The only light was when she stared at him when Zhong Ci protected her behind him.

Nangong remembered that time, he clenched the pen tightly, and his heart was empty again.

When the hall fell into an awkward silence, Tong Ziyi suddenly broke in covered in mud.

"Are you done?"

The moonlight also happened to break in at this time, reflecting her bright smile again.

Nangong stared at her, and his face was much softer unconsciously.

"I hope so. ”

Nangong said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Zhong Ci didn't respond again, and acquiesced.

He looked up at Tong Ziyi, and at that moment he changed back to a gentle aura.

"Where did you go?

"Qiang—"

Tong Ziyi suddenly lay on the table, with the white wooden fan still shining in her hand.

Nangong stared at her bright smile, and finally the corners of his mouth unconsciously hung up, and he held his forehead and laughed loudly.

Tong Ziyi pouted puzzled, blinking her dark eyes.

Nangong Liuxi looked her up and down, smiled at her and said, "I've sent you, little waste." ”

"Why is it so ugly? Sure enough, it's still a ...... Hey......" Nangong shook his head helplessly, and didn't bear to scold her anymore, just wiped her face.

Tong Ziyi laughed again.

Zhong Ci's expression was as usual, staring at Tong Ziyi's eyes full of doting.

Nangong Liuxi saw their affectionate and sweet appearance, and the smile stopped on his lips, and there was no trace of joy in his eyes.

Suddenly, the main hall was thrown into a bloody mass, startling the three of them.

Tong Ziyi ran over with a dignified expression, and he was a monk from Chicheng Temple.

Nangong and Zhong Ci stood behind her with serious faces.

Tong Ziyi skillfully checked his pulse, and finally frowned, a few silver needles faintly floated in her hand, and the monk's face gradually eased as she cast the spell.

"Luckily, he only had some flesh wounds. ”

It didn't take long for the monk to slowly open his eyes, look at their figures and shrink in fear, and shouted, "I don't know anything, I don't know anything." ”

Tong Ziyi put away the needle, saw the tattoo on his arm and frowned, "What's your name?"

The monk covered his arm weakly, looked at her one last time, and said tremblingly: "My name is Wang Jia, we were originally bandits on the outskirts of Kyoto, and suddenly one day an immortal from the Nangong family found us......"

"Nangong family?" Liu Xi looked slightly angry.

"Nangong Chen. Zhong Ci replied lightly.

"Yes, it's him, I've heard his disciples call him Elder Chen. Wang Jia nodded in response.

Liuxi clenched his fists and became furious: "That scum!

Wang Jia was so frightened by Nangong that he hurriedly said: "He killed all the masters here, let's pretend to be ......"

"Why are you listening to him?" Zhong asked in confusion.

He ...... He's an immortal...... Our owner didn't want to do it at first, but he didn't expect to die the next day......"

Tong Ziyi touched his chin: "How did you die?"

"It's very scary, the body is turned red, the facial features are distorted, and the death is miserable. ”

"It's Wan Conghong. ”

"What's that?"

Neither Nangong nor Zhong Ci had heard of it.

"Wan Conghong, it is the anti-drug of the moon coat door, and the formula is locked in the moon coat gate. Tong Ziyi's expression was very ugly.

Wang Jia covered her mouth and said, "It turned out to be poisoning...... I knew ...... earlier."

Nangong was puzzled: "That ......"

"Some time ago, someone broke into the forbidden place of the moon coat and stole a few pages of the bone book. ”

"How many pages?"

"They were very clever and stole the bone book separately, and in the end, only one person escaped, and among the lost bone books, there were ten thousand red ......" Tong Ziyi was a little tired.

Zhong Ci asked, "You...... Didn't you ask the people of the palace sect?"

Tong Ziyi looked at him, his expression flickered, and finally replied, "I am a disciple of Yueyi Sect, Ning Miao." ”

She can't say, she can't say that she is Tong Ziyi, then she has to go back.

"But I'm not going back, from now on I'm going to go to Kyoto to study, to be a doctor who hangs a pot to help the world, and a disciple of Motan Zhongci. ”

Zhong Ci rubbed her hair and said, "Okay." ”

Nangong stared at Tong Ziyi without exposing her, and kicked Wang Jia again: "Hey, so how did you get like this." ”

Wang Jia knew that they must be extraordinary, and hurriedly said: "Today's immortal ...... Nangong Chen has a poisonous mist on Boyuan Mountain, and now there is chaos on the mountain, but Nangong Chen wants to kill us...... I was the only one who escaped. ”

Tong Ziyi asked, "There are so many people, just you escaped?"

"He's a twig-like thing that spills around people, and the corpse melts into the twigs, I ...... I was lucky enough to see that it didn't seem to touch the bamboo leaves, so I hid in the bamboo forest, but somehow the monster got into the dirt, and I fell in as I dodged. ”

Nangong smiled: "Who are you bluffing, how can there be such a thing?"

Tong Ziyi also clenched his fists: "Mu Anhua." ”

Tong Ziyi walked to the door of the main hall, and the wind and clouds swept in his eyes.

Zhong Ci also asked, "Is that a bamboo leaf that can be solved?"

Tong Ziyi shook his head: "Mu Anhua is a Gu opened by the Gu master with a magic array, and the person who is under the Gu needs to demarcate the scope and species, and Mu'an Hua is a famous product...... It shouldn't be so nourishing. ”

Tong Ziyi frowned, and Nangong walked towards her: "Who knows if he is talking nonsense?"

Tong Ziyi did not answer, raised her hand and pointed out the door.

Nangong approached, his pupils shook, and he covered his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhong Ci also ran over, and saw that the behavior outside was also the same as Nangong.

Outside the door, there are dense vines, and the vines bloom with small red flowers, which shimmer in the night, which is both strange and beautiful.

As the flowers bloomed more beautifully, the branches withered faster, and a strange fragrance permeated, Nangong hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, Tong Ziyi pulled down her hand and said, "Non-toxic." ”

"This is her, the last tenderness. ”

Tong Ziyi closed her eyes, but tears passed inadvertently, and when she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in front of her.

The scene just now seemed to be an illusion, and even the fragrance disappeared without a trace.

Nangong was surprised: "How can this be?"

"Mu'an flower, is the most proud famous product in the world, generally a Gu master can only raise one plant in his life, it can give birth to spiritual consciousness, if it is nourished all year round, it is embroidered with a pair of brocade flowers, it can devour everything, and regard everything as an enemy, but do you know, how does it recognize the enemy?

When it endangers the Gu Master who raised it, it only needs a drop of blood from the Gu Master, and it will give everything to protect its master, and when the flower blooms, it is the end of it, and the last fragrance it leaves is for the Gu Master, and only his master can leave the incense, which means that this person cannot be injured.

You see, there is only one person in its life.

As long as you have this fragrance on your body, all Mu Anhua will no longer hurt you, but they will not recognize the Lord.

So greedy people, no one has ever wanted to look at their last beauty, in order to raise a plant of such a proud thing, how do you say that these people have made it so terrible?"

"Really, Wang Jia?"

Tong Ziyi suddenly looked back at the person sitting on the ground with a silent face.

Wang Jia said with a confused face: "What's ......?"

"You're a Gu Master, right? You still don't tell the truth, I'll throw you to Nangong Chen?"

Nangong Liuxi watched in shock as Wang Jia's expression became more and more flustered, and he wanted to hit someone when he rushed over, but was stopped by Zhong Ci.

"Wait, ask first. ”

Tong Ziyi continued: "I guess, the poisonous mist was planted by you, and this Mu'anhua is also yours, but you don't want to use it, right? ”

"yes, how did I think they would cross the river and tear down the bridge, hehe......"

"It was Mu Anhua who brought you here. ”

"What?"

"It has the saneness to throw you here with the last of its life to save your life. ”

Nangong looked outside the main hall, and there was also a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Wang Jia covered her face and cried bitterly.

Zhong Ci looked at this scene and sighed: "This flower really shouldn't fall into the world. ”