Xiao Banxian hurriedly helped Guo Hong up, "It's the Guo family's profound virtue, I'm just complying with the destiny of heaven." By the way, please also ask Guo Gongzi to return the transmission note to me. ”

With the support of the little half-immortal, he finally stood up tremblingly, and with one hand on his waist, the other hand caressed his forehead, looking weak.

At this time, Yu Yue, who was holding a tray of ingots in her left hand on the side, tilted her head and stared at Mo Liunian's face above with a little effort.

Guo Hong hurriedly returned the transmission note to Xiao Banxian when he heard this, the transmission note was made by an unborn genius in Fu Qimen a hundred years ago, but unfortunately this genius was also a madman, and he only made twenty-three pairs of transmission notes in his life.

After his death, the method of transmitting the notes was lost, and the half-immortal Wentian got five pairs through various channels, and before he died, he gave the half-immortal Renxin two pairs, and the small half-immortal three pairs.

Xiao Banxian gave one to Mo Yan and one to Mo Liunian, and the remaining one was very precious.

At this time, Yu Yue also noticed that Mo Liunian's face was expressionless, and she was really looking down at herself.

For a long time, Mo Liunian showed a wry smile.

And Yu Yue's white little hand also hurriedly supported her neck.

Cool and soft, like a lover's hand, gently and affectionately pressed.

With the slight fluctuation of his bloodline, it seems that he can make people lose all power.

Yu Yue raised her head and saw Mo Liunian's face in her movements, her handsome face and eyebrows tightly locked, and her eyes were as black as Mo Yu, looking at her deeply.

In Yu Yue's memory, his arms were still so warm, and the faint fragrance on his body did not change at all.

But Mo Liunian didn't know how, he just looked down from above, and his handsome face was still full of reassuring sunny smiles.

Yu Yue slowly released one finger at a time, pursed her lips, and lowered her arm with her right hand a little sadly.

When hearing the conversation between Xiao Banxian and her husband, Yu Yue was happy to see Mo Liunian again, but after seeing it, her smile gradually dissipated.

Looking at the carriage at the door, his mood suddenly fell, and his scalloped eyelashes fluttered a few times like a wounded butterfly before hiding the moisture in his eyes.

Yu Yue's outstretched hand stopped in the air a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

For a long time, Yu Yue's face was flushed with a trace of bitterness, she withdrew her hands, looked at Mo Liunian deeply, and sighed helplessly.

Even Yu Yue herself stared at the changes in her hands in amazement, but the expression on her face was half joy and half sadness, and her eyes became gentle.

At this time, Yu Yue noticed Xiao Banxian's gaze, unlike Mo Liunian's eyes, which were unwavering, this was the only man present who had a burning gaze at himself.

But Yu Yue could only look at this half-immortal with a confused look at this time.

Yu Yue's lips raised into a nonchalant smile, but her eyes didn't follow the smile, in fact, she seemed to be quite troubled now.

If he hadn't had everything, Yu Yue's life might not have been so pale,

Just like in the hurried years, the most left for Yu Yue is helplessness, and now it seems that he can't control his heart, and he misses him so much.

These days come in a trance, and I always think of all the familiar people in my memory.

Fragmented thoughts, one by one, occupy all that Yu Yue's mind had stayed in.

And often, in the inadvertent flow of thoughts, the layered conjectures, such as the time of flowing water, the withering of falling flowers, have long since ceased to be the same.

Is this also the palpitations that the years have passed, singing all the joys and sorrows of Yu Yue in the first Qingque.

The wind blows the broken years like flowers, and your smile shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful embellishment on the way of my life, looking at the sky, looking at the snow, looking at the deep shadows of the season.

Touch time, some thoughts, like rain, dripping in the heart;

Some dreams, like clouds, appear and disappear from time to time.

Time, the quicksand at the fingertips, is the water-colored years that Yu Yue can't hold.

Yu Yue didn't have time to gaze, and all the glitz and glamour became uncut fireworks.

Time boils rain, the years are shallow, and the face has been frosted, this wind-eroded years, and will you eventually precipitate your heart into the old days?

The years are not old, the thoughts are not young, and the heart is still year after year;

Time has changed secretly, the love is unpredictable, and the memory is still full of top-notch memories;

Shaohua smoke and clouds, fate comes and goes, you are me and him.

In this scroll of time, we chase the rain wings of longing, love the passing years, or happy or idle;

At this moment, Yu Yue's thoughts are flying, the end of the world is boundless, and the cape is endless.

The years are silent, quietly grinding over the eyebrows of the moon, the world is traceless, and the vicissitudes of your face are not revealed.

A period of time cuts a memory, but there is no passing year in the memory.

Everything is fine, it's just that the timing is not coincidental, there are always so many partings, there is always so much sadness, there is always so much destined.

Because each other did not shed tears but rejoiced, time was passing.

The passing years cut through the sky, leaving in Yu Yue's heart, only the rendered world.

The merciless world is pale to all.

Those about love, hate, loss, happiness.

In an instant, it was like floating dust.

The footsteps are hurried, and the red dust is rolling.

You came, he went; You're gone, she's coming.

Criss-crossed, floating shadows.

Let the butterflies fly across the sea, and manage the affairs of the world.

only guards the regret that passed by by a mistake, and only remembers the warmth of looking back and smiling.

Not pretentious, not obsessive, just willing to stop in the same place, with an indifferent filter of all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the floating life, and write the fleeting expression into an eternal legacy of happiness.

The night is heavy, the lead is gone, and the people in front of them seem to drink the bitterness of the passing years.

After a thousand turns, he never saw this person's feather fan shaking and smiling.

Maybe Mo Liunian should not have been his own parting words, prosperous three lives;

These days, with Mo Liunian to accompany you and experience the catastrophe, I understand the meaning of true love, but I can't spend my life watching you laugh, but I can't hold hands with you to the end of time.

But the pace of the years, not slow, just old time, the ancient city wall, carved with the sand of the year, such as the prosperity in a dream, a glance into lovesickness.

The story after turning around is the beginning of no ending.

Yu Yue personally held a tray, on the tray there were five gold ingots, a gold ingot had five taels, Guo Hong's father Guo Yunhe said: "This little reward is also invited to Mr. smile." ”

Mo Liunian had been watching coldly, and saw that Xiao Banxian was staring at those gold ingots for a long time, and finally only took two of them, "These should be paid enough." She noticed that the corners of Xiao Banxian's mouth twitched as she said these words.

If it weren't for Wang Fulin, Xiao Banxian would definitely not let go of a gold ingot, and he would have lost three of them this time, and his heart was as bitter as Huang Lian, especially when he caught a glimpse of Mo Liunian's expression of watching the play.

He forced his eyes to take his eyes off the three gold ingots, "This matter is over, and the half-immortal will leave first." ”

Wang Fulin said at this time: "What, are you still going to stay in Jiangling?"

When Mo Liunian asked this, she stared at Xiao Banxian tightly, and she also wanted to know his answer.

Xiao Banxian grinned, "This place in Yucheng is an outstanding person, and the little nephew is not ready to leave for the time being." ”

Hearing Xiao Banxian say this, Mo Liunian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the Feng Shui Pavilion is now his own home, and no one will feel empty in his heart.

Wang Fulin smiled and said, "Your temperament is not like your master at all." ”

Thinking of his master, who was serious on the outside but childish on the inside, the corners of Xiao Banxian's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said against his will: "What Lord Wang said is extremely true. ”