Zhang Yuruo stared at the front expressionlessly, and cried out loud unexpectedly, the most trusted person was close to him, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart finally surged at this moment.

Bai Yun knew that his behavior was inappropriate, so he panicked and explained, "I... I really didn't mean to. ”

There is such a saying, women are born to be water-shaped, especially when encountering wind and rain surges, the more Bai Yun explains Zhang Yuruo, the more he cries silently, like a rain-stained pear blossom that breaks his soul, the young man next to him is heartbroken, he has never seen a woman in white so broken, no matter who the person in front of him is, Zhang Yuruo has always treated people with a cold face, this is not a woman pretending to be dustless and self-professed, Zhang Yuruo's temperament is born like this, cold and dusty from the bottom of her heart, even if Zhang Zishan, who has no heart and a cheeky face all day long, in front of her, it is not necessarily that this cold and stunning female disciple of the Ethereal Peak will be half a point with a pleasant face。

Yingying pink tears were like pouring rain sliding down the woman's cheeks, and Bai Yun knew that his head could dig sawdust, so he had no choice but to silently accompany Bai Yi at the moment.

Even though there are thousands of comforting words like a river, Bai Yun has always been silent, for fear that if he says the wrong thing again and inadvertently crosses the thunder pool of the woman in white, it will make the woman cry even more heartbreakingly.

Although Bai Yun is often scolded by Dou Changan as an elm head, he is by no means a dead heart to go all the way to the black wood, and during the days of going down the mountain, he thinks that he is more familiar with Zhang Yuruo's temperament than anyone else.

There was an indescribable loss in Bai Yun's eyes, he quietly looked at Zhang Yuruo swallowing tears and making up, his heart seemed to have knocked over the glass bottle, and it was shattered.

The seeds planted in the deepest part of his heart seemed to have taken root.

Recalling the great changes in the city at the beginning, from the endless snow-capped Bei Lan Mangyuan, to the famous world's first courtyard Bun Xia Mountain, everything was changed beyond recognition overnight, and everything changed and moved like a dream nothingness, that time, Bai Yun's heart was as cold as burning crumbs, only full of hatred and obsession of revenge, until that night, the woman in white who danced the sword on the Pugong Plain, a blazing spark spontaneously combusted in the cooling heart, and Bai Yun suddenly felt that the original heart was still hot.

It's just that right now, under this wordless night, he deeply feels that he is the loneliest and useless person in the world, the pear blossoms in white bring rain, but he is so powerless, the farthest distance in the world is not the mountains and rivers and the ocean are separated, but the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of him is his sweetheart.

The mountain breeze was blowing in the green silk, and the white clothes were speechless and choked, and he turned his head coldly and glanced at the white clouds obliquely.

Bai Yun noticed it and immediately hid his lonely look, and Zhang Yuruo's eyes were faintly looking forward to it.

She inexplicably saw something in Bai Yun's eyes.

Bai Yun seemed to catch this moment unusually, although his face was sideways, but Yu Guang could still feel the hot and burning of this gaze, and his eyes rolled up and down in a panic at the moment, deliberately looking away and not daring to look at Bai Yi Gengzhi.

Zhang Yuruo sobbed in a low voice, calmed his breathing a little, and looked at the white clouds intently.

Baiyun sat like pins and needles, pretending to be engrossed in looking into the distance.

After half a cup of tea, Zhang Yuruo finally moved his gaze and followed Baiyun's line of sight.

The woman in white gradually stopped sobbing, but the traces of tears in her eyes were painted all over the face that amazed the world, Bai Yun secretly glanced at it with her afterglow, and her solid heart suddenly melted like a spring flower.

The moonlight is sprinkled, the face of the white clothes is so charming, Zhang Yuruo, a beauty who has not been out for a hundred years, is dressed in spotless white clothes, a peerless sword, and it is so cold that it is not a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world, what is it if it is not a god descending to earth?

At the moment of embarrassment, Bai Yun had a flash of inspiration, took out a package of things wrapped in a handkerchief from his sleeve, and after gently opening the handkerchief, it turned out to be a snow-white steamed bun, and handed it to the woman in white after a moment of delay.

"You have no poison in your body, and you haven't eaten all day, and you're going to be crippled. While Bai Yun handed out the steamed buns, his gaze moved to the other side.

"What's there to look at there?" Zhang Yuruo wiped away the tears, his eyes were clear, and he actually took the steamed bun carefully wrapped in a handkerchief, and his tone was not as sharp as usual.

Bai Yun pointed to the Buddha statue in the distance, and said, "I... I'm looking at that Buddha statue."

Zhang Yuruo said softly: "Thank you." ”

"It didn't... It's nothing. Bai Yun was flattered, and his mouth was open enough to fit a whole fist.

Zhang Yuruo took a small bite of the steamed bun that still had Bai Yun's body temperature, tilted his head slightly, and his cheek seemed to be attached to Bai Yun's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

Bai Yun felt this incomparably close body temperature, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated like a deer crashing, and his whole body suddenly stiffened as wood and motionless, for fear that any slight and superfluous movement would make this warmth dissipate with the wind.

Breeze and bright moon.

How nice if this moment were forever?

Bai Yun was inexplicably a little distracted.

Cold as frost and dust, the woman in white has such a temperament, she never deliberately hides the ups and downs in her heart, she goes straight to the shoulder, her cheeks are more and more close to Bai Yun's shoulders, and then rub against the clothes on Bai Yun's shoulders, rubbing the tears on her face.

The woman in white, who is usually too cold to be approached, is like the weakest bird in the world at this time, quietly nestling on the shoulder of the white cloud.

The entire rivers and lakes are no match for the temperature that closely depends on each other.

For one day and one night, the whole Muru Temple was unusually quiet.

On the third day, the rich blood that shrouded the Muru Temple was only slightly weaker, the monks in the temple began to practice their daily homework one after another, and the long incense was lit again on the big incense burner of the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, in order to dilute the bloody gas around, the monk and the boy carried the water Tibu was lying on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and the stubborn blood stains left behind after the battle were cleaned.

These young monks and children, who are only seven or eight years old, have witnessed a shocking bloody battle, and the tragic deaths of the disciples of various factions are vividly vivid, how can they not be frightened, but fortunately, the monks and children have the master's teachings in their hearts, and the Buddhist scriptures are also cloudy, you don't look for demons, demons don't look for you, there is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. It must be the demons in the heart who are afraid, it is better to take everything as a practice directly, and the monks and children listen to the reason, so they dare to grit their teeth and wash away the bloodstains.

Bai Yun remembered the two masters and servants who were seriously injured and lived in the temple, and after asking the monks in the temple, he learned that Ziyi's injuries had stabilized and he was currently recuperating in the chrysanthemum garden.

Under the guidance of the monks, Baiyun came to Juyuan.

The garden is much more elegant than the orchid garden, and it is the late autumn season at this time, and the golden chrysanthemums are swaying against the wall.

There was once a depressed great poet who sighed, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan.

Isn't it this fascinating scene described in the poem?

There are two monks guarding the door in Juyuan, and it is estimated that Huiping presided over and arranged for the master and servant to take care of the master and servant in Juyuan.

The monk with red lips and white teeth is squatting in the courtyard, happily admiring the palm-sized September chrysanthemums.

After Bai Yun walked into the courtyard, the two monks did not notice, and when Bai Yun approached the two, the two monks and children looked at me, I look at you, and hurriedly got up and saluted.

Bai Yun immediately looked around the courtyard, and there was no one else except the monk and the boy, and he was about to ask.

After the two gray-robed monks saluted, they raised their heads, and after seeing the appearance of this guest, they looked down at the black divine sword in Bai Yun's hand, and finally remembered this disciple of Jixia Mountain.

Bai Yun was deeply surprised, how could these two monks recognize themselves? But after thinking about it carefully, it came to light again, before the first battle of Muru Temple, the scheming Tong Qingyao wanted to push all the charges on himself, and for a time there was a lot of uproar, and it was not surprising that the monks in the temple recognized him

Bai Yun replied, "Exactly." ”

Between the fingers of one of the gray-robed monks, he held a chrysanthemum that had been blown down by the wind, and said, "Young Master Long said that if the Baiyun donor comes to visit, just knock on the door and go in." ”

Another monk pointed to a room in the courtyard and said, "Young Master Long lives in that room." ”

Bai Yun nodded, but instead of walking straight to the room that the monk was pointing to, he stood in the courtyard and paced carefully, hesitating.

Seeing the strange expression of this guest, the two innocent and childish monks asked again, "Master Baiyun, do you still have any questions?"

Bai Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The monk scratched his head and scratched his cheeks quite puzzled, but he didn't have the heart to get to the bottom of it, and continued to squat by the chrysanthemum fence to enjoy the chrysanthemum.

Bai Yun sighed softly and was about to turn around and leave the courtyard.

At this time, the door was opened from the inside, and the boy in the plain robe leaned in front of the door with his hands in his hands, and said flatly: "You have all come to the door, and you won't come in to have a cup of tea?"

Bai Yun stopped and turned his head, his eyes shining with an inexplicable light, and he glanced at the plain-robed boy.

In the room, Bai Yun and the plain-robed boy sat opposite each other around a round table.

Ziyi lay groggily on the bed.

The boy in the plain robe made two lightly fragrant teas, picked up one and put it in front of the white cloud table.

"I heard from the monks in the temple that Miss Qiuli's condition has stabilized, but I still can't rest assured, so I came and went, what happened to Miss Qiuli's injury?"