Everyone retreated, and the great wizard looked at Jing Ye, with a lot of regret in his eyes, and sighed politely: "Young man, I heard that you are proficient in medicine, I think you know your illness, and your time is running out."

Jing Ye's breath was weak, and he responded softly: "I know."

The Grand Wizard nodded, and said, "What do you want to do in the next time?" or rather, what are your unfulfilled wishes, may I do my best."

Speaking of this, Jing Ye suddenly appeared in her mind, smiling, beautiful and incomprehensible, but at the last moment, she left so decisively, she didn't even look at him.

Jing Ye smiled bitterly for a while, and said: "It's nothing, I just want to sleep well these days, look back at those people, those things, and then wait for the dream to wake up and sleep here."

Jing Ye said this, suddenly paused and said: "Today I went out to see them, I found that this place is quiet and peaceful, green mountains and green waters, if you talk about the place, this place is no better, after I die, you can find a quiet place here, bury me, if possible, one day in the future, the wizard can meet a woman named Ouyang Hua, so he will leave the jade pendant around my neck to her, if you can, let her come to see me, I will be at ease."

The wizard was dumbfounded for a while, and said softly, "It's okay, the woman who wants to call you will definitely come to see you."

"I hope so," Jing Ye said, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

At this time, Jing Ye can be said to have become a completely wasted person, even if his divine sea is still intact for the time being, the crescent moon still spits out a flickering glimmer of light to resist the invasion of poisonous gas, but his snow mountain qi sea has been completely eroded by poisonous gas and disintegrated, and the Yufu dantian has also reached the point of fragmentation.

And this poisonous gas is extremely tenacious, even Jing Ye can't identify the origin of this poisonous gas, but this poisonous gas is mixed into the blood gas, and the infection is very fast, at this time, Jing Ye's body can be said to be full of poisonous blood, consuming his body little by little, in addition to the many tonic medicines brought by the wizard, it can still continue a little bit of Jing Ye's strength.

The spirit stone and the pill were completely useless to him, and because he was sealed in the psychic acupoint, he was completely unable to cast spells to absorb the aura of the outside world with the Three Clear Tips, let alone cultivate.

Jing Ye's body can be said to be overturned, and the only crescent imprint is fighting to the death with the poison in his body, so fighting in his body, tearing and strangling every inch of his body, and the severe pain spreads along the nerves and often endlessly.

Jing Ye's heart hurt terribly, but his expression was still calm, lying quietly on the bed, thinking about those years, those people, those things, and those thoughts.

In those years, he happily ran around in the alleys of Tongchuan, the white wolf followed him, like an obedient puppy, he lived carefree, talking to the little girl who sold flowers, and Jing Thirteen sneaked into the palace of Jing Kingdom, Grandpa Zhang carried him on his back when he came, he was sleepy, so he lay in his mother's arms and listened to his mother's story of the demon clan.

Those people, he met a scholar monk in Motu, Xiao Lin and Xiao Qi, the five of them practiced together, hunted together, and helped him deal with the rangers of Yan Kingdom together, and later in Shushan, the senior sister Duan Hongyao always did not let go of Tianbao, Lao Du always liked to sing a song after drinking, the avenue was hidden and hidden, Xiaopang was a wealth fan, and the sloppy master, picking his feet in front of everyone, felt that the scenery was infinite, Lu Chen was later, and I had nothing to do with him.

Those things, in the Yuhua Cave Mansion, he stewed dog meat, read the medicine book left by Puyu Zhenren, Master Qilin stood aside, staring at a pot of dog meat, broke into Yunzhou, killed a few out and a few in, and the old Jing people were also happy, and later became the owner of the Xiao family's Dazhai Village, threatened by Gusu Xinyu, entangled Liu Ruoshuang, in the tomb of the living dead, inexplicably ate other people's tofu, Jing Thirteen Pit me, and Sang Yue, I have always remembered what she said, if someone kills me, I will kill, but now I don't even have the strength to stand up。

As for those thoughts, don't want to......

The more Jing Ye didn't think about it, the scenes all appeared in his mind, her appearance, her piano music, her eyes looking at him, and the thousands of bizarre sleeps, she wore a white veil like a fairy dance, all of this lingered, overwhelming, burrowing into his bone marrow, like thousands of ants eating and biting him, painful and heartbreaking, painful.

It's just that she is gone, never looking back, goodbye, Ouyang Hua!

Farewell, the one I loved!

Floating like a dream, how happy is it?

Jing Ye opened his eyes, a pair of tears slipped from his eyes, reluctant, can't forget, can't get, just here, his life has finally come to an end.

On the second day, Jing Ye finally had some strength, and he walked out of the room with a cane, because Chi Yiqiu had obtained Zhou Gongming's supplies, and at this time, the men and women of the tribe were busy collecting weapons from the warehouse in the back mountain.

Zhao Gangyi and Chi Huan began to practice the first guard team formed together, and the method they used was learned from the Xiao family's Dazhai, and now this group of demon warriors wore large armor and began to practice in a tense and orderly manner halfway up the mountain.

Many demons, seeing Jing Ye, were curious for a while, they were all demon bodies, there were bear-headed giants, tiger-headed warriors, bull-headed monsters, in short, different sizes, plus a group of children who had not yet transformed were running around in the field, and when they saw Jing Ye, they rushed to this side to join in the fun.

To say that Zhao Gangyi and Chi Huan, plus the previous Chifeng Eye and wizard are all human appearances, but these people have lived in Chiyiqiu for a long time, and the demons have become accustomed to it, but the sudden appearance of Jing Ye, pale and delicate, for a while aroused the strong curiosity of a group of demons, staring at Jing Ye for a while.

Jing Ye smiled slightly, ignoring them, he looked at the mountains in the distance, the verdant mountains went one after another, a waterfall under a mountain cliff was turbulent, the grass on the shore was long and the warbler flew, the gorgeous wildflowers were connected together, and in the flowers, colorful butterflies danced.

Jing Ye staggered, stopped, kept watching, looking at this beautiful world, quiet years, everything is so beautiful, perhaps, for a moment, Jing Ye was really reluctant in his heart, reluctant to leave like this, but he was too tired to live, carried too much, and now he is about to die, and he doesn't have to think about anything when he closes his eyes, which is good.

Jing Ye turned for an hour, and then staggered back to the room, idle, he thought of the guqin that he had hung in the temple of the monk of Xiaozhufeng, remembering that last time in Jialuo Mountain, she said, a guqin please accept, he had already accepted it, but she resolutely asked to go back.

Jing Ye called Yang Fan and asked him to ask Chi Yiqiu if he had a piano, and also asked him to play it, some time ago, I always listened to her music in the geocentric Yan Vein, but I couldn't, obviously it was so close, but now I think about it so far.

After a while, Yang Fan brought a guqin, but it was made of green sandalwood, and the strings were also very distinct, like a leather band taken from the body of a beast.

Jing Ye touched the strings, it felt good, and he played it by himself, looking like Zhou Zheng, but his voice was high and low, and the lips were not on the horse's mouth, and he was harsh.

Later, Yang Fan, who was standing on the side, really couldn't bear to listen to it, so he pointed out on the side, talking about the palace, business, horn, sign, and feather.

Jing Ye listened carefully at first, but then he was impatient, so he left Yang Fan aside, and played it by himself, but he didn't feel tired, but he seemed to be addicted and couldn't stop at all.

Yang Fan didn't know, at this time, Jing Ye's mind was full of the shadow of that person, he couldn't stop plucking the strings when he thought of her playing the piano, in fact, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu Jing Ye knew, under the careful study of ordinary tunes, it was not difficult for him to do it, after all, in Xiaozhufeng Temple that day, it took him three days to make a guqin for that person.

It's just that at this time, although he is playing the piano, he is just seeing things and thinking about people, his mind is not on the piano music, and the movements are flowing and flowing, but he is just deliberately describing some familiar scenes, which is purely lovesickness.

It was three hours after a flick of the thorn leaves, and outside the window supported by wooden sticks, the sun had already set, and the sunset was coming, and the day was coming to an end.

It wasn't until Chi Huan brought the soup and rice that Jing Ye stopped and beckoned Yang Fan to sit down and eat together, Yang Fan was not polite, it seemed that he had been holding Jing Ye for a long time just now, and he also took the opportunity to rub him for a good meal.

It's just that when Yang Fan saw this soup and rice, he was disappointed again, the list of vitex leaves, the rice soup was fried bamboo shoots, and there were a few plates of wild vegetables, all without meat.

Yang Fan looked at the chopsticks and didn't know how to put down the chopsticks, but listened to Jing Ye say: "Today's interest is good, Yang Fan, you go get some wine, let's drink two glasses."

As soon as he heard this, Yang Fan immediately got up and ran towards the kitchen in the tribe, and only came back with a pot of wine after a long time, and said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "The master of the village, the big wizard won't let me give you the wine, saying that the wine in the tribe is too strong, I'm afraid you won't get used to it, I think that the wine in our Dazhai is also very sweet, and it was common to see the owner of the village and the prince drinking together, so he quietly took advantage of the big wizard's inattention and stole a pot out, which can be regarded as a taste for the owner of the village."

Jing Ye smiled when he heard this: "You did a good job, let's have a cup first."

Yang Fan drank it all with Jing Ye, Jing Ye couldn't help but smack his lips, and suddenly looked at Yang Fan and said: "Yang Fan, you used to be the master of a village, what are your plans in the future, the Xiao family is tightly restrained, you people are afraid that you people are not used to it in the past few years, right?"

As soon as Yang Fan heard this, his face immediately changed, and he said in a panic: "Where is the owner of the village, I, Yang Fan, dare to swear to the sky, I am absolutely loyal to the Xiao family's Dazhai, and I am willing to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire for the owner of the village, and I will not give up!"

Jing Ye smiled and said: "Okay, I believe you, I hope you can start from the beginning, with Zhou Gongming here, the Xiao family Dazhai will have the day of recovery, and then you will be the founding father, wouldn't it be better than you being the leader of a rogue in Motu."

"What the owner of the village said, we should do our best to support the restoration of the country", Yang Fan said with a serious expression.

Jing Ye followed: "There is a pig head who also said something similar to me, asking me to be the prince of Qi State, but unfortunately I am not the prince, it will be my brother Jing 13 who will return to the country in the future, you just need to support him, rest assured, he will not treat you badly."

Jing Ye said calmly, but Yang Fan was apprehensive in his heart, he didn't know what Jing Ye meant by saying these words, so he couldn't help but get nervous.

Jing Ye looked at Yang Fan's restless appearance in his eyes, and said, "Okay, it's okay to leave me here alone, Zhao Gangyi and they are still practicing, you can also go and help."

Yang Fan hesitated for a while, always feeling that today's village owner was a little strange, but he couldn't say what was strange, so he left.

This night, Jing Ye drank alone by the lone qin, drank half a pot, was slightly drunk, and slept on the qin.

Outside the window, the golden green sunset, the wind comes and the fragrance is around, and I have taken my hands in my dreams, and I have revisited several times, the autumn water of thirteen states, and the stars are lonely at night.

Hand twist the strings book unlimited, lovesick bitter, drink three glasses and two light wine, broken intestines, want to come to send it remotely, Yanling letter, but through whose hand?

It seems that this bamboo garden is quiet, but it is the place where it will end up, and the mood is less, and the wine is accompanied by people at dusk quietly, and then speechless, only looking forward to his grave day, who will add new soil.