Qing Ge is here again?

Huaxin frowned, but she still believed that she was with the light. After all, it was her Junyi, Junyi, who sacrificed his life to save her from birth to death, and he would never leave her.

No longer paying attention to the worrying Qing Chu'er, she picked up the rice bowl and began to pick up the rice. What is there to doubt about a person who runs out every day but won't leave their mother and son behind at a meal?

Qing Chu looked at Huaxin and his mind to eat and drink, so angry that he had lost his temper, ran out alone, squatted at the door, and looked at the direction where he and the light and dust left.

For some reason, he always had a very panicked feeling in the past two days, as if he would never see his father again.

After finishing the meal, he fell asleep again.

Knowing that it was dark, Qing Chu'er's legs squatting in the snow were numb, and he didn't see Heguang Tongchen come back, his eyes were watery in panic, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The painting heart woke up, the moonless night, it was pitch black.

There was silence all around, only the faint sound of a child's whimper.

No, why didn't anyone call her to eat at such a late hour? No one even lit the lamp?

After she was stunned, there was a sudden storm in her heart.

Turned over and walked out of the window, walked to the door in three or two steps, and there was a small group squatting at the foot of the door, and sure enough, it was the early Qing child who was sobbing.

The painting picked up the little guy in distress, held his frozen feet in his arms to warm him, and comforted him while wiping his tears, "Chu'er is good, don't cry, don't cry." ”

"Daddy, Daddy hasn't come back yet. The little guy opened his mouth, and it was a hoarse crying voice, and the painting heart was even more distressed.

She was very anxious, but she still coaxed him patiently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my mother will look for it, will my mother go to find it?"

"I'm going too. Qing Chu sobbed and choked, and his big eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them.

Huaxin knew that if he didn't come back, he must have encountered some trouble. Moreover, the trouble he encounters will definitely not be a small trouble. In case of danger, she protected him and Qing Chu alone, I am afraid that she will not be able to do it.

So, she raised her hand and tapped the sleeping hole of the little one in her arms, and gently placed him on the couch.

She thought that at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there was an eighteen golden Buddha Bodhi beads with light and dust to protect him, there was a defensive array outside the courtyard, and there was his father's secret guard next door to guard him at any time, so there should be no danger.

After only half a moment of hesitation, Huaxin had already lifted the Shen Yuan Sword and went out.

She now understands the feelings of the same dust with light, although the sword is unintentional, and the killing is the fault of the swordman, and she should not be angry with a piece of iron. But when he saw this sword piercing the body of the person he cared about, he still couldn't help but be angry with it, and he didn't even want to see it again.

However, now she brought up this sword that was hidden from the light and dust again, because this sword could sense Junyi's divine soul, and as long as she followed it, she could find the light and the dust.

Along the way, it seems that the old drama is repeated.

She actually came to Tianji Cave again, but it was no longer Ji who was guarding outside the cave, but Qingge.

Qing Ge turned sideways to the heart of the painting, his eyes kept staring at the entrance of the cave, his fingertips rubbing the Buddha beads in his hand over and over again, his knuckles were white, and his face was full of anxiety.

Under the golden light of the Shen Yuan Sword, the small characters engraved on the Buddha beads seemed to be a little familiar, and with the eyesight of the painting heart, she took two steps forward, and quickly saw that it was the string of hand beads that she carved for the light and dust when she was in the Qinglou.