"After the wolf killing was disbanded, many matters have been arranged, and the fairy girl has also been put into the ground. ”

Shui Long respectfully reported the situation to Feng Qianmo outside the door.

Feng Qianmo changed back into the dark green robe, and he sat quietly on the edge of the bed where Feng Moyu had been lying, and his voice was a little low:

"Well, I see, thank you for your hard work. ”

Shui Long was still at the door, and did not step into this room without permission: "Uncle Gongsun has returned to Zisha County, and before leaving, I repeatedly instructed you to pay attention to your body." ”

Feng Qianmo's voice did not change:

"Uncle said goodbye to me...... He took the rest of the brothers, right?"

After all, Uncle Gongsun is old and his realm is not high, and now there seems to be no spies from the National Teacher's Mansion in Zhenbei, but everything is only afraid of what happens.

"All taken away. ”

Shui Long hesitated, but still asked:

"Where are you?"

Feng Qianmo was stunned, gently brushed the neat quilt, and his eyes were confused:

"I ...... Where am I going......"

Standing up, Feng Qianmo finally walked out slowly and came to the door. The sun shone on his recombed hair, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, with a little white dots in between.

Feng Qianmo patted Shui Long's shoulder, barely revealing a smile:

"Of course I'll live well, and I'll go to the water tomorrow...... But what about you, where are you going from now on?"

Shui Long took advantage of the situation to hold Feng Qianmo:

"Pay attention to the wounds ...... your body"

The two of them walked slowly, in the courtyard of the empty land. Because there is no one to clean it, it is already full of fallen leaves. Fortunately, in a few days, new buyers will move in and the place will be lively again. But those excitement are not their excitement after all.

"Actually, I think it's good to kill wolves, I like it here. No matter how many worries there are, no matter how many unbearable things are, this place is more like Tingtao Pavilion than anywhere else. ”

The wind blew the wind Qianmo's sideburns and two bundles of white hair:

"I'm glad to hear you say that. It's even happier than being a royal worshipper. ”

"I believe it. ”

Shui Long knows that he is actually a very ordinary and ordinary person. I don't have any understanding, my cultivation is not brilliant, and I only have to be more open to life, and I still can't understand many truths. He can do a lot of things for Feng Qianmo here, just because he is from Tingtao Pavilion.

Tingtao Pavilion is not worth mentioning in the north of the town, but Tingtao Pavilion is also buried in the deepest part of the hearts of each of them who survived. From Tingtao Pavilion, in the eyes of their fellow disciples, the amount is enough.

"Over there, the palace doesn't plan to let you go. ”

Feng Qianmo looked around like an old man, wanting to remember this place a little more, so he didn't listen to what Qing Shui Long was saying for a while. So he narrowed his eyes and asked:

"What did you say?"

Shui Long had no choice but to repeat again: "I said, over there, the palace won't let you go." ”

Feng Qianmo shook his head:

"Who will go if I don't go?...... who will go, who will go"

Shui Long looked at Feng Qianmo, who was a little old, and felt a little distressed for a while.

He let go of his hand:

"What kind of old man are you pretending, talk well!"

Feng Qianmo stumbled at first, but quickly stabilized his figure, looked at Shui Long, and suddenly laughed. Shui Long looked at Feng Qianmo and bent over with a smile, and somehow laughed along with him.

The voices of the two men rang out lonely in the empty and lonely mansion, shaking off a few yellow leaves and scaring away the pecking sparrows not far away.

Both of them laughed and burst into tears, Feng Qianmo waved his hand again and again, and sat on the ground:

"Sit and say, sit and talk...... It hurts in the body. ”

Shui Long also followed with Feng Qianmo, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Tell me, how could the palace not let me go?"

Shui Long propped his hands behind his back:

"I wrote a letter to the princess and told her about your situation, but she was very distressed and would not let you go. ”

"That's it?" Feng Qianmo obviously didn't believe it: "It's possible that she feels sorry for me, after all, she has my master's face." But she really didn't let me go over for this, and she understood what it meant to stay there under that mountain......"

Shui Long casually smashed the leaves in his hand towards Feng Qianmo, and the leaves fluttered and didn't fly far, floating to Feng Qianmo's knees, completing its responsibility to interrupt Feng Qianmo's speech.

Shui Long looked at Feng Qianmo's eyes:

"Hey, haven't read that letter yet?"

Feng Qianmo subconsciously touched the letter on his chest, then withdrew his hand, and let out a long sigh to stop the tremor in his throat:

"Ah...... Don't dare to look. ”

Shui Long stood up and stretched out his hand towards Feng Qianmo: "Wait for her here."

bar. Over there, I'm not going to let him die......"

Feng Qianmo didn't grab Shui Long's hand:

"It's up to you......?"

Shui Long directly interrupted Feng Qianmo's words: "Don't rely on the realm. Just because, I'm from Tingtao Pavilion. ”

Feng Qianmo was silent.

Shui Long waited silently.

The cold winter wind is non-stop, and it rolls up some fallen leaves around it.

Of course, Shui Long knew that Feng Moyu might not be able to come back. They found the unconscious Feng Qianmo from the edge of the cliff two days later, and it was just a little bit before Feng Qianmo confessed there. After coming back, he didn't ask what happened that day, he just knew that Feng Qianmo still had the last bit of "living" light on his body.

That's enough.

"Hmm. Thank you. Feng Qianmo grabbed Shui Long's hand, and Shui Long pulled him up with all his strength.

Shui Long showed a bright smile: "Don't worry about waiting, leave the water to me." ”

Feng Qianmo bit his lip: "Why do you know my ......?"

Shui Long patted Feng Qianmo's shoulder, then put his hands behind his head, turned around leisurely and continued to walk forward:

"You don't have a thought in your heart, you're afraid you'll die. ”

Feng Qianmo let out a sigh and touched the letter in his arms again. Of course, he had been telling himself that Feng Moyu was still alive...... But reason told him that it was impossible...... He's still alive just because, she wants him to live. So, he must live, he must live well......

Feng Qianmo caught up with Shui Long's steps, and the two of them walked around in this mansion.

"It was here, that time the little four sons were gambling here, and I caught them. Don't look at the little fourth son's usual honesty, the gambling technique is really ......"

"Here, I remember that the flowers secretly watched you, but it's a pity, our wind gate master is a hard-hearted ......"

"Here, here, Qianmo, look at this! That time I caught a golden thread snake here! That thing is really valuable, I asked Ayako to help watch it, and that kid put it ......"

Shui Long talked about all kinds of things happening in this huge courtyard, and Feng Qianmo just listened silently. There are a lot of things he doesn't understand, because he personally follows almost every mission, and he doesn't stay in the mansion for long. It's just that Shui Long, the big butler, is all remembering.

There are many people Shui Long said that he doesn't even know......

But Feng Qianmo didn't dare to ask who they were, and where they went after that, because killing wolves is also going to kill people...... There will be casualties after so many roundups......

The two walked and stopped, and Feng Qianmo listened to a lot of small stories. Many people don't know a lot of things about him, and Shui Long is actually not exempt from vulgarity. Those who made a lasting impression on him were often those who died......

"This world, what an irony. ”

Along the way, it was Shui Long's face full of tears at the end.

Feng Qianmo patted Shui Long's back and said softly:

"It's all over, our rivers and lakes are finally over......"

Shui Long wiped his eyes, and then walked forward on his own, without slowing down:

"I'll walk on my own. I think it would be better for you to see this place for yourself......"

With a few taps, Shui Long crossed the wall and disappeared from Feng Qianmo's field of vision.

Feng Qianmo turned sideways, and there was the only cage in the entire mansion, where a Caifeng was once imprisoned.

He himself has actually been running away, he doesn't want to come to this place again, but when he really stands here, his heart is not as repulsive as he imagined. yes, it's all over.

Feng Qianmo pushed open the small door, and Ling'er and Xiaochun had already left, renting near Qixian's tomb. The small courtyard here, like the entire mansion, has been emptied.

A few brooms leaned against the edge of the yard, and there was not much left in the room, and it was neatly organized, but because there were days when there were no people, the only remaining furniture had accumulated a thin layer of dust. Because of the strong wind, the yard was not so clean, and a lot of fallen leaves fell. Because it is planted with camphor trees, occasionally some of the fallen leaves are still green, and the withered yellow fallen leaves that drift into the yard from other places account for the majority.

In the middle of the courtyard is a small stove, and because of long-term use, many places have been burned black, and the original red color looks like mud marks that were splashed later. Of course, the original owner had little experience, and the smoke was too much.

Feng Qianmo squatted down next to the small stove, tried to add some remaining dead branches to it, put it up and stuffed it into the fallen leaves, and lit it with a fire sickle. White smoke rose from the small stove, and soon flames were dancing up and down the mouth. The tongue of fire flickered, but there was nothing left to cook.

Feng Qianmo squatted beside the stove and was stunned while roasting the fire.

He no longer thought about whether he should drink the porridge handed by Qi Xian, whether he drank it or not, in fact, there was the worst result. Qixian, he really can't see through it.

"Qixian,

What kind of person are you?The ability of the butterfly charm of the Transformation Mansion, Dacheng is like this?Even if Mo Yu once told me, is it still difficult for you......"

The branches of the tree had already ignited, and Feng Qianmo casually added the surrounding fallen leaves into the small stove. It wasn't until there were no leaves left around him that he crouched by the fire, watching the red ash slowly turn back to gray.

When the stove was completely out of heat, Feng Qianmo rubbed his face and stood up.

It doesn't seem to make much difference whether you get in or not......

Dozens of miles away from the mansion of the head of the wolf, there is a steep mountain cliff, thousands of feet high, the abyss is surrounded by mountains on all sides, there is nowhere to go down, the locals like to call it the dead man's den, just because once you stumble, ten deaths are lifeless. Later, a poet passed by and felt that the name was too cheesy and evil, so he gave the name of "Empty Valley", which means "Empty Valley has Youlan". Although there is no atmosphere in the north of the town to chew on words, the people nearby do feel that it is a little unlucky to call it "Dead Man's Cave", and over time, the name of "Empty Valley" will remain.

Only lately, those who have been in this vicinity will see that at the highest peak of this group of mountains, a small wooden house has suddenly been erected, lonely, abrupt and unharmonious. Later, a woodcutter on the mountain said that he had seen an old man with gray hair walking in the mountains and forests, like the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Everyone has a legend that on the top of the peak that no one can go up, there is an old fairy.

It's just that later, everyone rarely sees the "old fairy". The wooden house seems to slowly blend into the mountains and becomes a special scenery.

If there is a mountain god, maybe the mountain god can see it.

If there were no mountain gods, perhaps the wind in the mountains would know.

Every day, there is a young man in a green shirt, with gray hair, meditating on the rock in front of the cliff. All he had with him was a letter.

In that letter, she confessed her disguise, confessed that she was not really unconscious, confessed her worries about her star fate, confessed her hatred for Qixian, and confessed her disappointment in him and her love that could not be turned back.

"You've finally fallen in love with her, and I'm a substitute after all. Without me, you could have lived a better life. Of course, if you're willing to go to me, then go for it. If you don't want to look for it, it's me who is self-inflicted. ”

Feng Qianmo looked at the vast and unpenetrable white fog in the deep valley, like the fate of a person.

"Wind Foam Feather...... I'll never find you......"

......

"He's not coming?" Wang Shuyun didn't get angry, but was a little worried about Feng Qianmo. What kind of person Feng Qianmo is, she knows it well, if it is not a matter of life and death, it is impossible not to come in person.

Shui Long was sitting opposite Wang Shuyun at this time, of course he would show a sincere and frightened look, and hurriedly stood up: "Feng Gongzi did have an accident, and I hope the princess will forgive me." It's just Wu Lingque's matter, we have already thought of countermeasures......"

"Let's talk about it. "Wang Shuyun doesn't like to go around the bend, if there is a way to do it, he can do it, and if there is no way, he can only be executed as soon as possible.

Shui Long let out a sigh of relief, he really wasn't very sure before he met them, but after meeting them, he knew that they could.

"I heard that there are still ten brothers and sisters left in Tao Pavilion, and they are willing to protect Wu Lingque!"

Wang Shuyun narrowed his eyes, but he hadn't had a seizure for the time being, and asked:

"What kind of realm are they?"

"The highest is in the middle of the dragon leap, and the lowest is in the late stage of the star. ”

Wang Shuyun slammed the teacup in his hand, stood up suddenly, and shouted, "Ridiculous!"

In such a realm, there is naturally no problem in setting up an ordinary small sect, but this kind of thing that involves the top combat power of the entire palace, these realms are really not enough. Unless, their realm can be as unreasonable as Feng Qianmo. But Wang Shuyun knows that there is only one Feng Qianmo, the only one in the world.

Shui Long didn't flinch this time, he raised his head and looked at the red shirt:

"Princess, what if we can use Wu Lingque's power to protect himself?"

Wang Shuyun's brows furrowed even tighter:

"It's even more ridiculous! Wu Lingque's power, he can't control it himself, how can you borrow it?!"

Shui Long's eyes were deep and his expression was indifferent:

"The living dead, the art of casting out the dead. ”

......

Wu Lingque took the other nine people away earlier, not to change them, but because he still remembered that the master who was not in the realm but was always the best.

In fact, what they left behind in their hearts has indeed not changed.

Later, the garrison forces placed around Wu Lingque in the Zhenbei Palace's palace were all withdrawn, and they didn't seem to care that someone came to attack this Suolong Mountain and angrily released this monster. Because at the foot of the mountain, there were ten sarcophagi in the town, and ten people slept here with the monster.

Of course, there was also an old woman who stood at the foot of the mountain, working tirelessly every day to clean the roads and wipe down the ten cold sarcophagi......