Hua Xiangrong stretched out her jade hand and touched Shuai Guo's face, "If there is an afterlife, I ......."

Before Hua Xiangrong finished speaking, he passed out.

When she woke up, she said, "Am I not dead?"

She found herself lying on the bed, and when she turned her head, he saw someone staring at her.

Shuai Guo said excitedly, "You're awake, you're finally awake." ”

"You don't know, it's just a little bit, if that sword misses a little, you'll die, and you'll never wake up again. ”

Hua Xiangrong smiled and looked at the handsome pot, "Aren't I not dead, thank you for saving me." ”

Little Poison interjected, "I saved you, you should thank me." ”

Only then did Hua Xiangrong notice that there was another person in the room.

Shuai Guo turned his head suddenly, "What did you come into?" ”

"I've been in for a while, but you look at her, and you don't hear her. ”

Hua Xiangrong blushed.

"Alright, I won't bother you, let's go out. With that, the little poison turned and went out and helped them close the door.

Shuai Guo said, "Before you fell unconscious, did you have anything to say to me, what did you say if there is an afterlife......

Hua Xiangrong thought about it and blushed, "I forgot." ”

"Did you forget?"

Hua Xiangrong said angrily, "I really forgot. ”

Since I didn't want to say it, Shuai Guo took out a jade hairpin from his arms and said, "This is when I passed by Jiayuguan, when I passed by a small shop, I saw this jade hairpin, and when I saw it, I thought in my heart, if you bring it, it must be very beautiful, so I bought it, thinking that when I meet you, I will give it to you." ”

"I'll put it on for you. ”

didn't wait for Hua Xiangrong to agree, so he put it on for her.

"It's pretty good. ”

Hua Xiangrong's face turned red again.

Shuai Guo plucked up the courage to say this, and when he saw that Hua wanted to be silent, he muttered in his heart, don't you like this jade hairpin.

Hua Xiangrong asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Half a month. ”

Hua Xiangrong said badly, he wanted to contact Luo Wang quickly, and he couldn't delay it like this, so he asked, "After I leave, what about Zhang San?"

"He died, I killed him. ”

Hua Xiangrong said eagerly, "What about the scriptures?"

"In my hands, you want?"

Hua Xiangrong was entangled for a while and said, "Yes." ”

"You want, I'll give it to you. ”

Shuai Guo got up, took out the scriptures from the package, and handed it to Hua Xiangrong, who didn't pick it up and shook his head.

Shuai Guo said, "You don't want it?"

Hua Xiangrong said, "After you write it down, give it to me again." ”

This book of Nian Zong, after the Shuai pot was taken back, I read it, and what it actually introduced was the practice of 'Nian' and the use of 'Nian', and the cultivation of the Shuai Pot had a getaway, so I didn't care, but the use of the skills, these days, the Shuai Pot has been written down, and I am also trying to practice.

Shuai Guo said angrily, "No, you can take it." ”

Hua Xiangrong was very moved, and picked up the scripture, this scripture must be handed in, otherwise, with the intelligence department of the net, it will definitely find out Shuai Guo's body, and when the time comes, it may bring disaster to Shuai Guo.

And he has been out of touch with Luo Wang for so long, the master will worry about his safety and get up from the bed.

Shuai Guo said with concern, "Your injury is not healed, rest well." ”

The painting is very stubborn, but the body is too weak, the feet are weak, and the standing is unstable.

Hua Xiangrong said, "Help me to the table." ”

Shuai Guo helped him to the table.

"Get me some pen and paper, I'm going to write a letter. ”

Shuai Guo slipped away to the painter's room, where did the paper and pen come from, Hua Xiangrong wrote a secret letter, told Shuai Guo the address, and asked Shuai Guo to send it over. Shuai Guo arrived at the street location, and gave the code to the man.

I went back to the inn.

"Delivered. ”

Hua Xiangrong hummed, was silent for a while, and said, "I'm leaving." ”

"You're not healed. ”

"Someone will come and pick me up. "Shuai Guo also guessed that when the letter is sent, someone will come to pick up the flowers.

Shuai Guo asked, "After the matter is over, will you still go back to Kaifeng?"

Hua Xiangrong's pale face smiled, and said, "Hui, I'm waiting for you in Kaifeng." ”

Shuai Guo smiled, "Then say okay, don't miss the appointment." ”

Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, "How did you feel when you looked at me when I was dying, I remember, your eyes were red at that time." ”

Shuai Guo said, "Don't say such unlucky words, and whoever has red eyes, it is the wind and sand blowing into the eyes." ”

"Are you blind to me?"

Shuai Guo said, "What about you, you also touched my face and said if there is an afterlife...... I didn't hear it clearly. ”

Bang dang!

The door opened, and the little poison walked in, holding the medicine, and said, "You two, are you talking about love?" ”

"Nope!"

Both denied it at the same time.

The little poison smiled and handed the medicine bowl to the handsome pot.

Even when I said no, the tone was exactly the same. ”

The little poison said, "I still say that there is no adultery, and I am a liar." ”

"I won't bother you. After that, he walked out of the door and helped them close the door.

Hua Xiangrong and Shuai Guo glanced at each other, a little embarrassed.

Shuai Guo blew the spoon in his hand, and was about to feed it, Hua Xiangrong said, "No, I'll do it myself." ”

"Be polite to me, when you were unconscious before, I fed you. ”

It's okay not to say it, but when she says it, Hua Xiangrong doesn't want him to feed it, and says, "I can do it myself." ”

Shuai Guo saw that she was strong, so he followed her.

"Be careful. ”

The happy time is always very short, Shuai Guo went to the back kitchen, discussed with the chef, borrowed the kitchen, made a few dishes, and brought it to Hua Xiangrong.

"The meal is ready. ”

"Eat more, you see how thin you are. ”

As for the painter, the little monk, the little poison, and the howling dog, who has time to care about them.

There has been no news for nearly half a month since the round-up of Zhang San, the fast sword sent by Luowang, and during this time, they sent several groups of people into the Gobi Desert.

But nothing came of it.

The letter sent by the handsome pot had just been sent out for a long time, and someone came to pick up the flowers.

.......

During the period when Hua Xiangrong was seriously injured and unconscious, they were supposed to walk for five days in the Gobi Desert, but they walked for nearly ten days, just because they couldn't run too much to take care of the injured.

Finally arrived in Dunhuang safely.

When he arrived in Dunhuang, the painter took the little monk and the roaring dog directly to the Mogao Grottoes, where there were the posthumous works of the painting saint Wu Daozi.

The artist's mood is very worried.

He was afraid of disappointment, afraid that the world would spread it too well, but the mural was not so good. I am afraid that I will be too perfect, and I will not be able to reach his level in my life.

It is rumored that this mural can channel spirits and manifest saints.

Mogao Grottoes, there was no one, he took the little monk and walked in.

On the wall, there is a mural.

There are fish in the water, birds in the sky, and people on the ground.

He glanced at it, and it seemed that there was some kind of force in the painting, pulling the other self out of his body, fluttering, floating into the painting.

"Where am I?"

"Who am I?"

Slowly, he forgot about himself and turned into a fish, swimming in the water. Jumped out of the water, turned into a bird, and flew in the sky. Then he fell to the ground and became a man again.

He seemed to catch something?

"Painting, everything can be painted. ”

What about me? I'm the person who writes it, they can all be my characters.

Jingling!

A new door opens to the artist.

He slowly opened his eyes, and everything in the world became different.

The painter has entered the Tao.

He bowed deeply towards the painting of Saint Wu Daozi.

When he returned to the inn, the painter began to paint, and he drew a circle, and the whole person fainted.

The little monk went to call Shuai Guo, and Shuai Guo came over and said, "What's wrong with him? Why did he faint." ”

The little monk said, "He wanted to paint, and then he painted, and he fainted." ”

Looking at the table again, "I drew a circle, and before I could finish it, I fell unconscious." Shuai Guo muttered in his heart, it won't be that he went to see Wu Daozi's paintings, he was stimulated and couldn't accept it.

I didn't expect that usually, a person who looks quite free and easy, how can he be so fragile in his heart.

Alas!

Shuai Guo sighed.

This is the end of the task of escorting the artist.

Then I went to the temple of the moment and sent back the relics of the old monk, and then returned to Kaifeng, stayed for a year or two, and cultivated well.

This journey, from Kaifeng to Dunhuang, the body is tired, the heart is still tired, why should life be so tired, he doesn't want to toss like this.