He Guang Tongchen smiled, and smiled very gently.

"The poor monk will not deliberately think about what has been forgotten, and it is up to the donor to decide whether to save or not, and when the donor understands it, the donor saves Qingcheng not for the poor monk, but because the donor has a benevolent heart, the donor will naturally save. ”

"But if I think about it for one more day, the people of Qingcheng will suffer for one more day!"

At that time, it was the donor himself who regretted the pain. He Guang Tongchen paused, smiled more and more gently, and said, "The donor knows in his heart that Qingcheng will inevitably be saved, and if he delays it like this, it is only the donor himself who suffers, isn't it?"

"You"

Painting the heart knot, it is true that it is herself who can't hold her breath every time, this monk is not as strong and domineering as Shuyi, but he always takes her lightly and scores, he is even better than Shuyi...... Know her better!

Huaxin found that her mind and Shuyi were all to guess and test, and unlike Guang Tongchen, he was always very sure, and it seemed that he could see her through at a casual glance!

How could there be such a terrible person!

Huaxin only felt very frightened, even Junyi, who had worked hard for her for 160,000 years, couldn't know her as well as Guang Tongchen.

"Would the donor be willing to go somewhere with the poor monk?"

Huaxin was stunned, and when he heard Heguang Tongchen ask, he blurted out without thinking, "Where is it?"

"A place where the benefactor can figure it out. ”

After thinking about it, he felt that it was not a bad thing to be able to go out to breathe, and no matter how stubborn this monk was, he would not be able to do such a hurtful thing as abducting and selling women and children......

"You go out and wait for me, I'll change my clothes. With a ghost idea in his heart, he smiled at Kazumi Tongchen.

"It's windy outside. He Guang Tongchen spoke softly, smiling gently, "Wear more." ”

Then he turned around and went out, it seemed that the snow in the sky couldn't freeze the tenderness of the corners of his lips, his eyes were so clean, his smile was so soft, looking at his back when he turned around, the painting heart suddenly had some trance, and the pity in his clear eyes was like Junyi back then.

But he wasn't, so the tenderness in his eyes mistook her for whom?

In the memory of more than 100,000 years, the painting heart carefully searched for the appearance of Qing Ge, Qing Ge Shangxian, Aihu Qingluo Yi, Xi Feiyun oblique bun, hairpin Canghai Bright Moon Pearl......

Huaxin picked and picked up the pile of gold clothes and jade sent by Nan Duli for a while, and reluctantly picked a few pieces of clothing and ornaments with the charm of Qingge, so cleaned up, it was also eight points similar to Qingge.

"Alas, it's hard to give up on being naturally beautiful, but it's a little more beautiful than her, and there's really no way to ......" The painting heart looked at the bronze mirror for a long time and felt sorry for himself, and then went out with a long sigh.

When Heguang Tongchen saw the painting, his complexion changed slightly, but he did not have the affectionate vein that the painting was looking forward to, is it not beautiful enough?

Huaxin saw that Heguang Tongchen didn't say a word, and hurriedly went to the inner room, and took a snow-colored coat back to put it on for her, and while tying the knot, he reprimanded him gently, "Didn't you let you wear more?"

"I thought you'd like it. The painting lowered his head and watched the light and dust fly with his fingertips.

The heart of the painting is deliberately ambiguous, but it is natural to be with the light and dust, and there is no shame at all. The two chattered in the snow, and they were as familiar as an ordinary couple who had been married for many years.

"I'm not taking you to the lake to enjoy the scenery today. ”

"What are you going to do?" Huaxin smiled and looked at Heguang Tongchen, "I still want to accompany you to revisit the old land, relive the old dreams, maybe you will be fine with your amnesia." You see me today...... Isn't there a ...... Any thoughts?"

"It's not as good as yesterday. ”

“......”

Painting the heart of the spittle, the old and immodest stinky monk......

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He Guang Tongchen took the heart to the medical hall he set up under Qingyin Mountain, the medical hall is called Heji Hall, which is specially taken care of by the disciples of the medicine school, if there is nothing important, and Guang Tongchen is always there, never late, never return early, never leave early.

Recently, due to the need to use medicine when painting the heart, Heguang Tongchen is always late and leaves half an hour early, and the disciples in the medical hall are also accustomed to it, knowing that there is an extraordinary person living in the Qing Building, so that Master Yaozun, who has always treated them equally, has also made a special case.

He Guang Tongchen came with the heart of the painting today, the snow-colored monk's robe, the snow-colored daku, the two stood side by side, as if they were a pair made in heaven, one with clean eyes and one with a peaceful face.

The astonishment of everyone when they looked at them was so strange that it could even be described as strange.

The reason why Huaxin didn't laugh was because she couldn't laugh, there was no killing or blood, but there was a suffocating heaviness and death. Those scrawny patients were full of people, and they couldn't stand inside the hall, until they stood outside the Heji Hall.

The wind was bitterly cold, and many of them were unclothed, and they were full of old and weak women and children, and there seemed to be no young men in this city, and everyone was tormented by barrenness and misery to the point of being inhuman.

Because they have been living on Gu for a long time, their complexion is dark, they are skinny, they are weak and sickly, they are aging rapidly, and some people have even begun to turn into insects and beasts......

Fine hairs, red eyes, pointed ears, long antennae...... It's like this is a demon city.

"Child, you can't eat this, if you eat it, you will be like your father, and you will become a monster who is not a shemale or a demon. ”

"But I'm hungry"

"Qi'er endure it a little longer, and after a while, when Lord Yaozun cures you of the cold disease, Dad will go to find you something to eat. ”

"Daddy, you said that three days ago, Qi'er is really hungry......"

"Child, you can't let your mother down...... Bear with me, Daddy promised you that I would be able to find you something to eat tonight......"

“......”

"Mother, that sister is so beautiful, is she the fairy brought back by Lord Yaozun. ”

"Shh ”

"Mother, sister fairy is not sent by God to save us. ”

"Yes, it must be, Lord Yaozun will definitely save us. ”

"Then can she change her mother back to her former appearance, as beautiful as before......"

“......”

The surroundings were disturbed, and the painting heart couldn't bear it, and for a long time, he sighed for a long time.

"How do you think they live?" and the light and dust quietly looked at the painting heart.

Huaxin bit his lip and slowly spit out four words, "Life is better than death." ”

"Then why are they alive again?"

"Why do you want to live?" muttered to the painting, and felt that the question was a little ridiculous, "People are born to fear death, and it is an instinct to live. ”

He Guang Tongchen pointed to a man with black hair and red eyes holding a three- or four-year-old child in his hand, lowered his voice, and said, "Do you know how that child named Qi'er survived?

Painting the heart silently.

"There are too many such people in Qingcheng, their parents eat Gu for a living, and leave the family's rations to the child, and now, even so, it is no longer possible to maintain the survival of one person with the strength of the family, so some parents even began to cut meat and feed the child, and the child's mother ......"

The heart of the painting is still silent.

"They live, not in fear of death, but in the inability to die. The voice of the same dust with light was unprecedentedly cold, "This is Qingcheng, Qingcheng who wants to save the last hope even if he is stealing his life." ”

This is Qingcheng!

The words of the same dust with light were seared on the heart of the painting, and something seemed to be whistling and boiling in her heart, hot and hot.