There is less tranquility and more bleakness on the Qushui Palace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Yiqing is not a well-qualified person who is proud of his hatred every day, but after the war, his cultivation has improved a little bit in a golden time, which can really be described as a person's appearance, and then under He Yi'an's order, he can only put down refining treasures with other palace peers, exchanging experiences, and accompanying the depressed He Qing'er to go to a quiet place in the back mountain of Qushui Palace to practice, and only at night can he have the opportunity to come back to see his junior sister Qing'er.

In the courtyard in front of the Qushui Palace, only Zhao Buzhu began to lie on the stone bench and do nothing again.

After lying down for a while, I saw my junior sister walking out quietly in the side hall door leading to the accommodation hall.

Zhao Buzhu muttered: "Senior sister is thinking about going again......"

"Senior sister, the fat man has just arrived in the back mountain and picked some fresh tea, so you can taste it. He got up from the bench, walked over and forced a smile to lead He Qing'er to the stone table on the other side and sit down.

He Qing'er looked at the faint greenery in the teacup in a daze, and her godless eyes flickered, and she gradually became a little distracted.

"Oh, by the way, junior brother, I helped you make a pot of tea. ”

"Senior sister, how can you wronged your body. ”

"It's very simple, it's not troublesome at all, it's just the first time I burn it, I don't know if it's good or not...... Brother, how is it, is it delicious?"

"The taste is special and very good. ”

"Really...... Hehe, Senior Brother Liu, you wait, I'll help you bring a cup too......"

"Senior brother, why did Senior Brother Liu leave without saying a word?...... Isn't this tea not delicious?...... After all, this is my first time making tea......"

"The tea brewed by Senior Sister is a little weird, it's just that Senior Brother Liu is not used to drinking it for a while, you look at me, you can't drink it. ”

"Weird?...... What does it smell like?"

"It was a little bitter at first, and then a little sweet, but Senior Brother Liu really couldn't stand the bitterness. ”

"Poof...... The junior brother directly said that it didn't taste good, and I wouldn't be sad. ”

He Qing'er thought of some old things in the past, and her face, which had not seen a smile for many days, gradually smiled lightly, but just after a while, a thick sour feeling appeared in her heart, her eyes were slightly red, and she wanted to cry happily.

Zhao Buzhu saw her covering her mouth and grief, and said with a wry smile: "Senior sister, why is it so painful." ”

The junior sister washed her face with tears all day long, how many days have passed, and there is still no improvement, Zhao Buzhu is very uncomfortable in her heart, but she can't comfort her with a hippie smile like usual.

He Qing'er's shoulders rose and fell slightly, her red eyes were full of tears, and she said silently: "Zhao Buzhu, it's nothing...... I'm just a little uncomfortable. ”

The junior sister was so sad, Zhao Buzhu could only sigh in his heart, went to the hall and took out a small bouquet of fresh and strange flowers that were blooming and handed it to her, squeezed out a smile and said: "This is what Senior Brother Liu just picked for his junior sister in the back mountain, it's beautiful." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Liu, ......"

The flowers were white and unstained, still stained with dewdrops, and the contrast with her beautiful and emaciated face gave her a sense of peace.

Huaida came out with a small half bowl of porridge, and when he saw He Qing'er, he smiled honestly and said, "Senior sister seems to have not eaten for many days, senior brother cooked some porridge, and senior sister ate some good." ”

He Qing'er looked at him and shook her head lightly, and said, "I'm not hungry, thank you fat man." ”

"Hehe......" Huai Dahan smiled and said indifferently: "Senior sister, when you are hungry, tell me and Zhao Buzhu, and the two of us will cook something for you to eat." ”

"Hmm. ”

The white clouds in the sky are lazy and slowly drifting, and the cool breeze in the yard is also blowing slowly, which can't take away much sorrow.

Qushui Palace, Qushui Tianchi.

A blue light flew low from the direction of the main palace, and suddenly paused after approaching the Qushui Palace, and then flew against the cliff wall of the Qushui Tianchi Extreme Abyss, and the speed gradually slowed down, revealing a young figure, treading the waves.

The young man carried a burden, holding the sword in his left hand, and did not move the fairy sword, but his person walked on the water, but he walked on the water, but he walked on the ground without a splash, which was a symbol of the true trick of Taixu and Imperial Qi.

He is Ding Zheng, the great disciple of Qushui Palace who has not returned for a long time after going down the mountain.

The body is also upright and outstanding, dressed in vulgar cloth clothes, walking calmly step by step along the edge of the cliff of Qushui Tianchi, looking at the bottom of the immortal abyss, between moving forward slowly, showing a mature and steady.

His facial features are upright and calm, and Zhou Sheng, the first disciple of Lihattian, seems to be a disciple of the same generation, and Zhou Sheng has a faint smile on his face, confident and chic, he is calm and serious, not smiling, quite a bit of temperament, but the most obvious thing is that the mature and upright facial features exude a heroic righteousness, especially the pair of eyes are clear and spirited, the gaze is everywhere, and any evil and filth are not tolerated.

Ding Zheng, who had returned, came to the front of the lotus platform, slowly stopped, and looked at the immortal abyss below, his face gradually became a little cold and heavy.

This place is the place where Leng You died, he doesn't know what happened, it's just that Leng You died after all, and the disciples of Qushui Palace will always be missing that person.

The clouds and mist shrouding the immortal abyss have dissipated a lot, and faintly, only a trace of dark black mist can be seen floating at the bottom of the immortal abyss, indicating the ominous and tragic situation below.

Ding Zheng watched silently for a long time, then turned around silently and walked towards the deep path leading to the Qushui Temple.

At the table in the courtyard of Qushui Palace, Zhao Buzhu was not as immodest as before, sitting upright, showing a faint smile to accompany his junior sister, who was more delicate than before, and her beautiful face looked sullen and had lost a lot of weight.

Zhao Buzhu, who was accompanying his junior sister, glanced at him, his face was a little surprised, and then he turned his head and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Ding, you are back!"

"Well, I'm back. Ding Zheng walked steadily towards the two of them, his unsmiling face melted a little, his voice was magnetic and powerful, and there was a kind of steady taste of being alone in charge.

In the past, when he was on the mountain, Liu Yiqing respected him more, and even Zhao Buzhu rarely made fun of him, and it was no surprise that he would be the next palace seat of the Tianqu Water Palace.

"Senior Sister Qing'er, you're okay. Ding Zheng saw He Qing'er standing up and looking at himself in a daze, so he tried to keep his voice as soft as possible and greeted calmly.

He Qing'er looked at Senior Brother Ding standing beside her, her eyes were red, and she threw herself into Ding Zheng's arms and cried bitterly.

"Ding...... Brother...... Junior brother he...... He...... It's gone...... Woohoo......"

He Qing'er cried loudly, and kept repeating the words of Leng You's death, Zhao Buzhu and Huai Da, who heard his junior sister crying, came out and stood under the door of the side hall silently.

The junior sister in his arms cried so painfully, Ding Zheng couldn't spit out a lot of words in his throat, he said softly: "Senior sister, I already know that Senior Brother Leng is indeed gone." ”

He Qing'er kept crying, crying for a long time, and gradually cried so that her voice was already a little hoarse.

Seeing that his beloved junior sister was so heartbroken and painful, how could Ding Zheng bear to let her cry anymore, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, it's okay, junior sister, don't cry, otherwise Senior Brother Leng will be restless." ”

The saddest thing in life is the eternal separation of life and death.

He Qing'er was grief-stricken, endured the grief in her heart, and sobbed intermittently and cried: "Hmm...... I don't cry...... Don't cry...... I'm not going to let him ...... Let him worry about ......"

As a senior brother, Ding Zheng's heart was like a knife, slowly patted He Qing'er's back, and secretly sighed heavily: "Senior sister Qing'er really suffered......