It just so happened that the disciple who went to the back hall to get the medicine came back at this time, his hands were empty, just as he expected, the white-clothed disciple bowed slightly to Heguang Tongchen, and then turned to Tianjun Mo and said:

"Little brother, the spirit grass in the hall was unfortunately taken by the poison venerable yesterday, and there is no time to replenish it, or I will ask for a pulse for you first, see what the symptoms are, maybe you can replace it with other medicinal materials, if the little brother can't believe in the medical skills, you can also ask the pharmacist to diagnose you." ”

Although Dump Jun Mo's face is not good, it is rare that the top and bottom of the medicine sect are as modest and gentle as the light and dust, and they are courteous and courteous, without the shelf of the first major medical hall.

The white-clothed disciple's voice fell, and Qian Junmo frowned, and He Guang Tongchen also frowned.

"The Spirit Returning Grass is not often used in medicine, and even if it is used in medicine, it is still a trace amount, why would the Poison Venerable take so much at one time?"

As for the reason, Qian Junmo already knew it when he smelled the spirit grass burned in the stone room, and this time he asked, but he deliberately tried to be with the light.

Try the depth of the relationship between Heguang Tongchen and the painting heart, after all, he has been trapped in the stone chamber for several days, and he knows nothing about the painting of the heart now.

He Guang Tongchen's brows became deeper and deeper, and he faintly felt that he seemed to have ignored something, and he seemed to be missing something, and at a certain moment, when he suddenly grabbed a wisp of thought, He Guang Tongchen was suddenly startled

return the spirit grass, devour the god poison;

Hundred miles of sacrifice, painting hearts!

Thinking of the god-devouring antidote that suddenly came to Huaxin's hand last night, He Guang Tongchen was shocked. It's not that he can't get the antidote, just because he is afraid that Nan Dusk will become suspicious, and second, he is afraid that after taking the antidote, it will not match the physique of the painting, and there will be a period of backlash.

Seventeen years ago, he unraveled the poison of the gods.

Later, when he knew that Huaxin had four points of his red lotus bloodline, he knew that it should be okay for her to take the antidote, but when Huaxin took out the antidote last night, he didn't feel that it was inappropriate. He was even a little ashamed that he should go and get the antidote for her as soon as possible.

In fact, he himself didn't know why, he would rather hurt himself and decoct the medicine for her by himself every day, rather than directly ask Nan Duli to get the antidote, as if ......

As if this was the way she could stay by his side for longer.

This kind of selfishness has always made Heguang Tongchen ashamed to face.

It doesn't hurt to draw the heart and convince the god of the antidote, but if it is...... Taking the antidote and then touching the spiritual herb will inevitably cause backlash, and the larger the dosage, the heavier the backlash, although it is not fatal, but in the short term, it will make people weak and weak, and the internal force will collapse.

Dai Chun'er first gave the painting heart devouring antidote, and then took a large amount of returning spirit grass to the Baili Festival, and the painting heart also said last night that she was going to perform the Piercing Baili Festival......

Could it be that Dai Chun'er conspired with Baili Sacrifice to set up a bureau for the painting heart? And he even became an accomplice? Last night she came to him with the antidote, but he told her that there was nothing wrong with the medicine......

Straightening out last night's events one by one, Huo Ran changed color with the light and dust, and hurriedly got up with the long plan table at the four corners, and swept off the medical book and knocked over the teacup, completely ignoring it.

In the surprise of the disciples of Hejitang, Heguang Tongchen ran outside in a panic, knocked down people, and sprinkled medicine, but it didn't stop him at all, and he didn't have the warmth and harmony of the past.

Tilting Junmo looked at the figure that disappeared at the door of the medicine hall with light and dust, and his eyes darkened slightly.

The catastrophe of fate still can't be avoided in the end.

It can erase his memory, but it can't erase his deep affection.

After reliving a life, everything has changed, but his heart for her is the same as it was at the beginning.

Dumping Junmo could only sigh, he didn't directly tell Heguang Tongchen that something had happened to his paintings, because he didn't want to take the initiative to tie them up, if He Guangtongchen didn't care about painting, even if he deliberately gave a hint of "returning the spirit grass", Heguang Tongchen would only not care, so if he missed it, he would miss it, but it would be better for him.

On the contrary, only when He Guang Tongchen is already emotionally moved by the painting, will he be aware of her, and a little hint is enough to arouse his vigilance. In this way, he had to let him go, and no one could stop him, even if it was destiny.

Others don't understand, but Dump Junmo knows him best, and Dump Junmo knows Junyi, who seems to be indifferent and easy-going, but in fact he is the most stubborn.

Therefore, for him and Huaxin, Dump Junmo neither supports nor stops him, and does everything they want.

"Little brother, you"

Before the white-clothed disciple finished speaking, he had already thrown his sleeves and left Jihe Hall without looking back.

As soon as he came out of Hejitang, he walked up the mountain with light and dust, and poured Junmo out of the city. One person hurriedly went to find the heart of the painting, and the other hurried to stop Shuyi. Both of them found that Qingcheng, which had been barren for six or seven years, was full of trees and lush overnight.

The green mountains are faint, the green water is far away, and the snow is flying, as if there is no more strange scenery than this.

The corners of his lips bent, his heart moved slightly, and the soles of his feet kept going out of the city, he knew that this was done by painting his heart, except for her, which god still had the courage to disregard the laws and regulations of the heavens, disobey the meaning of the king, and dare to practice spells in the human world on his own.

Thinking of Jun Yin, he poured Jun Mo into a sneer.

Although the heart is sinful, the heart is warm.

Jun Yin seems to be bright and bright, and there is no blood on his hands, but his heart is jet black.

They are different after all.

Tilting Junmo looked up at the sky, sneering with a smile on his face: Jun Yin, even if you do everything, you still can't get her after all.

You will always be on different paths.

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He Guang Tongchen stepped on the green onions of the four fields, but she was lonely and cold, she did it, this is what she said to give him a city of beautiful mountains and rivers.

So, it's time for her to go.

Walk to the foot of Qingyin Mountain, and the light and the dust will smell the dark fragrance, raise your eyes to see, the top of the mountain, in the Qing Tower, there seems to be a red glow falling, the plum shadow of the tree is about, and the light and the dust are cool.

In the morning she said, "I promise you that I will not wait for this branch to grow into a tree...... The flowers are full of branches, and I will never leave. ”

He had thought she was going to stay for him.

But it turned out that she just tactfully told him that she was leaving.

He Guang Tongchen realized at this time that she had been saying goodbye to him all along.

She kept saying that tomorrow, where is tomorrow?

He Guang Tongchen hurried back to the Qing Tower, didn't have time to clean the wind and snow on his clothes, and pushed open the door of the painting heart with ice and snow foam.

Sure enough, she was gone.

The fire was out, the bed tent was empty, and it was as clean as if she had never been there.

The pavilion is full of courtyards, and she stays in vain, she said that he sent him, and the flowers bloom in half of the courtyard, and the fragrance is full of mountains.

He Guang Tongchen hurriedly walked out, walked to the arch and stopped, overlooking the verdant city, he began to wonder again, where to go?

Did she go to kill the Baili Festival or go to the bottom of the mountain to cast a spell?

Look at this city Qingbi, where the Hundred Mile Festival is, she should be lacking in skills, right?

But no matter what she does, Heguang Tongchen knows that she will not come back.

Won't be coming back!

"Master"