The sky is shining, the city.

Cangwu Mountain, no heart to live.

"Idiot, do you think I'm going to do it?"

"Nerd, I miss you. ”

"Idiot, do you think I look good today?" Huaxin was wearing her favorite Cabernet Yanluo skirt, smiling at him, but a scarlet blood came out of the corner of her mouth, "Idiot, if I die, will you remember me too......?" It's like remembering Nanxun Nuan......"

It was dark all around, and he saw that she was covered in blood, and the blood soaked the landscape on her cuffs, and the flowers and branches of her skirt were slanted. She smiled at him, her face as pale as snow and as the moon, her eyebrows were rarely frenzy, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

She stretched out her hand to him tremblingly, but he only held a cold finger, the cold wind passed through the fingers, she missed him, fell into the dark darkness, she laughed and cried at him, and admonished, "Idiot, you have to guard the city, don't ...... Don't come to Qingcheng...... Don't come to ......."

She kept telling him not to come, but when he saw her eyes that were getting farther and deeper, there was a clear flash of infinite anticipation, and she really wanted to see him again.

......

Shuyi, who had been unable to sleep peacefully for several days and nights, leaned on the cushion and closed his eyes for a while, and Ziyi hurriedly pushed the door in autumn dew, and heard a "creak" sound of the door, Shuyi woke up from the nightmare in a panic, his black eyes were half-open, and his heart palpitated.

blurted out, "Heart"

But seeing Shi Ziyi standing in front of him holding a black wooden box, Shuyi frowned slightly, and opened his mouth to ask, "Qingcheng hasn't heard any news yet?"

"This black box was robbed from the hands of the people of Qingcheng, and there is the fragrance of Manzhu flowers that can only be found in the Netherworld Palace, and the subordinates guessed that it should be the news that the deputy hall master was inconvenient to act in Qingcheng and managed to send it. ”

Ziyi replied respectfully to Shuyi, and at the same time placed the black wooden box upright on the sandalwood table in front of Shuyi, Shuyi stared at the wooden box for a long time, his brows tightly twisted into a line.

Thinking back to Fang Cai's dream, why was she covered in injuries?

Could it be that something happened to her?

Qu Qianqing's ability Shuyi knows, the situation is so serious that he needs to play some tricks to get the people in Qingcheng to pass on the news?

What could be in this?

The fragrance of Manzhu flowers is not only the taste of the Netherworld, but also the smell of her body, which is ...... Result......

Will it be her relic...... Or her remains?

The fingers as white as jade pressed on the black wooden box, and the shocking speculation and faint uneasiness made Shuyi's fingertips tremble slightly, and he didn't dare to open the wooden box for a long time.

There was a moment of silence.

Shuyi slowly opened the wooden box, and there was nothing special in it, just a scroll of sketches. Holding the sketch, Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief, gently pulled the red rope that was tied, and the scroll slowly spread out in front of Shuyi's eyes.

The woman in the fairy skirt and moon bun is smiling and smiling.

The monk in the white robe is vast.

Ziyi didn't know what was in the box, but when he saw Shuyi's face getting darker and darker, he couldn't help but raise his eyes curiously and glance at the sketch. The glance immediately retracted in fright.

Xindao, it's over, this time his son-in-law must be thunderous and angry.

Zi waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for Shuyi's thunderous thunder. Shuyi put the sketch on the desk and turned the pages very patiently, every intimate action of the two people on the sketch stimulated Shuyi's nerves, although it made him angry, the anger did not completely overwhelm his reason.

Shuyi understands that Qu Qianqian is not a reckless person, and he will never send these paintings back without leaving a word to provoke his anger, and there must be a secret in between.

Looking at the pages of the sketches, Shuyi found that the first sketch on the heart was only a pearl on the forehead, and there was no hairpin, and on each subsequent draft, there was a manzhu flower on the sideburns of the painting, and the number of petals and stamens of the manzhu flower on each page were different.

Shuyi remembered that Manzhuhua was only slightly recorded in "The Trace of Xianshu". Shuyi counted the sketches one by one, and then took the number of petals as the page number, and the number of stamens as the bytes, with the ability to never forget, one by one corresponded to the content of "The Trace of Xianshu", and really pieced together a complete sentence "Yaozun is a friend, Poison is an enemy, treacherous calculations, and the princess is in danger." ”

Before and after, after touching two teas, Ziyi saw Shuyi hurriedly roll up the sketch again, retract it into the black wooden box, and put it into the dark compartment behind the bookshelf. Then he got up in a hurry and walked to the door of the study without looking back.

"The matter of Qingcheng, the Netherworld Temple does not need to be investigated, they are all staying in the city, full vigilance, this king is going out for a few days, you don't have to follow. ”

"Where is Childe going?" Xuanyuan Mo immediately flashed out of the shadows, this was the first time, Shuyi traveled alone, and did not let them follow.

"Go and save people. ”

"I'll go with Childe. ”

"You're gone, burdensome. ”

Xuanyuan didn't have time to ask again, Shuyi had already walked out of the study, with a whistle on his fingers, the mountains shook for a while, and the white tiger heard the sound coming west, Shuyi flew across the white tiger, and disappeared in an instant, and the sun was already tilting westward.

Tens of thousands of miles of extremely cold land, heavy snow, covering the sky and the sun, the sky and the earth are vast, a touch of blue robe driving the tiger in a hurry, and the body is gradually dyed with a layer of ice and snow.

Thinking of the tears in her eyes in her dreams, the blood condensed on her lips, the wounds all over her body, and the painful words, Shuyi couldn't stop her heart from beating with shock, and her heart hurt beyond measure.

"Xin'er, you have to wait for me ......"

"Be sure to wait for me!"

No matter how heavy the wind and snow are, he can't stop his northward footsteps, even if there is no road under his feet, he has to ride the tiger into the air.

That vast place that has been separated for nearly ten years, although Jun Yin has repeatedly warned him that he can't go back, but for her, there is a place in the world that he doesn't dare to break into.

As long as it is for her, no matter what he does, he will not hesitate.

The wind and snow galloped, the ice beads smashed on Shuyi's face, it was ice and hard, his face was a little numb from the cold, the white tiger was walking too fast, the wind and frost were like knives, blowing on his face, scraping his bones and hurting his heart, but he couldn't care about anything.

At this moment, he is not afraid of hardships, he only hates Lu Yao. The snow in the sky was endless, which made him feel panicked and regretful, and he panicked all kinds of ominous premonitions that kept appearing in his heart, and he regretted letting her go alone at the beginning, leaving her alone in danger......

If she really made a slight mistake, he would not be able to forgive himself in this life.

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When he woke up, he was lying on the cold slab of the stone room.

Licking his chapped lips, the painting heart opened his eyes slightly, the room was dimly lit, and a humanoid silhouette slowly appeared in his field of vision. When the painting heart saw it clearly, he found a young man with clear eyebrows squatting in front of him.

Is there another flower thief?

He glanced up and down the boy vigilantly, only to see a cynical smile on his face, as if he had no malicious intent.

The painting moved her lips and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man looked at the painting heart, his eyes seemed to be full of emotion, he looked at her eyes, as if he was looking at an old person, but in an instant, it was replaced by the indifference that should have been when he first met.

The young man smiled lightly and replied, "Pour Jun Mo." ”

The painting's eyes froze, shook slightly, and muttered, "What poured, what Jun, what ink?"

Although she was asking, she already had the answer in her heart, and she had already numbered those three words by herself.

Sure enough, the king's eyebrows moved slightly, and he opened his lips, but no voice floated out, as if he was carefully considering the words, and after a long time, he replied, "The country and the city are tilted, the king of the world, and the ink of the country." ”