Chapter 259: Goodbye Lin Ruohua

The sun on the horizon has already set, and the white clouds in the sky have turned into beautiful sunsets at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 infoA stream was gurgling, and Zhao Zhijing, who felt that there was no hunger in his stomach, showed a smile on his face, this pheasant in Zhongnan Mountain is still so delicious, much better than those fed, if it is in the future life, such food should be illegal!

Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes, and his gentle gaze fell on Lin Nian on the side, only to see that she was still sitting quietly on the ground at this time, if it weren't for the pheasant bones in front of her, as long as people who saw her would think that she was a fairy child who didn't eat fireworks. Perhaps noticing Zhao Zhijing's gaze, Lin Nian's face flushed slightly, as if he was shy.

With such a shy look in his eyes, Zhao Zhijing suddenly smiled, looked up at the sun in the sky, and obviously it was not early. Immediately, Zhao Zhijing put Lin Nian's back on his shoulders and walked to the tomb of the living dead.

Under the sunset, Zhao Zhijing walked out briskly step by step, Lin Nian saw that Zhao Zhijing was very familiar with everything here, a look of curiosity appeared on her face, and she asked slowly after a quiet voice: "Uncle, why are you so familiar with this place, are you also a disciple in the tomb of the living dead? Why hasn't Nian'er seen you before?"

The evening breeze was blowing, and the slender branches kept shaking, making a rustling sound. Hearing Lin Nian's words, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly and said, "Uncle is naturally not a disciple of the Tomb of the Living Dead, but Uncle has been here since he was a child, so he is naturally very familiar with this place, and Uncle also knows the disciples in the Tomb of the Living Dead." ”

While speaking, Zhao Zhijing walked out step by step, and then asked: "Nian'er, why didn't you see you when my uncle was there before, when did you go to the tomb of the living dead." What about your parents?"

"Nian'er has been here since she was a child, with her mother. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Lin replied in a quiet voice without hurry.

The tomb of the living dead was already in front of him, Zhao Zhijing hugged Lin Nian on his shoulder to the ground, and took his pink little hand with one hand to come to the tomb of the living dead. Perhaps hearing the conversation between Zhao Zhijing and Lin Nian, the closed stone door suddenly opened at this moment, and a white figure in his teens appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "It's Xiaolongnu! This is your junior sister!"

Seeing the two people in front of her, Xiaolongnu is no longer the foodie-like person before, at this time she is wearing a white dress, if a Youlan stands in front of the two, hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, a slight smile appeared on her little face, stretched out her hand to take Lin Nian over, and said: "Thank you, senior brother, send the little junior sister back, Xiaolongnu is here to thank you!"

It seems that there is nothing wrong, Zhao Zhijing put his hand on Lin Nian's head, smiled slightly, maybe he felt the warmth in Zhao Zhijing's palm, or felt the innate breath coming from Zhao Zhijing's body, his big eyes closed slightly, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face.

It was night, the stars in the sky were shining brightly, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the earth at this time was like a white veil.

In the room, an oil lamp emitted light, and at this time, Li Mochou leaned on Zhao Zhijing's shoulder, feeling Zhao Zhijing's breath, and a smile appeared on his face. Lift a teacup on the table and take a sip. Zhao Zhijing said with a smile on his face: "Mo Chou, you have a little junior sister!"

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Li Mochou's face showed a curious look, and he said, "I haven't heard that the master has accepted new disciples!

"I met you in the back mountain today, and I also saw your junior sister Xiaolongnu, she is no longer the snacker. Hearing the surprise in Li Mochou's words, Zhao Zhijing immediately replied.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. Li Mochou on the side secretly remembered this incident in his heart, and suddenly thought that he had been in Zhongnanshan for several days, and he had not yet reached the tomb of the living dead, so he would go to see the master tomorrow, and he didn't know how the master was now.

It was already late at night, Zhao Zhijing, who was lying on the bed, moved his ears slightly, and a slight sound came into his ears, his closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and Zhao Zhijing, who did not disturb Li Mochou, left the small courtyard with his Purple Emperor Sword.

In the dark night, Zhao Zhijing's figure kept flickering, looking for that strange sound, chasing the white figure in front of him. Zhao Zhijing, who stopped the figure, swept his eyes in the night, and suddenly a white figure appeared in front of him, although there was a thin white veil on his face, but Zhao Zhijing still knew that this familiar figure in front of him was Lin Ruohua.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing on top of the green pine, said with a slight smile on his face: "Senior Lin brought the junior here tonight, I don't know what the so-called thing is? As long as the junior can do it, as long as the senior gives an order, he will definitely do his best." When Lin Ruohua heard the seniors in Zhao Zhijing's words, the figure standing on the green pine trembled slightly, and it was already covered. Then he replied softly: "Today Long'er told me that you sent Nian'er back"

Before Lin Ruohua's voice fell, Zhao Zhijing smiled and said: "Seniors don't have to be polite, when it comes to Nian'er, she is likable, as long as someone sees it, she will definitely be sent back, not to mention that I have known my predecessors for a long time, and my predecessors don't have to say anything like thank you or not." ”

The night sky was dotted with stars, and a crescent moon emitted a bright light, at this moment Zhao Zhijing and Lin Ruohua became quiet, neither of them spoke, only each other's slight breathing sounded in their ears.

The breath of silence in the forest continued to permeate, and Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, had the same complexion, looking at the starry sky in the sky, but there was still a slight discomfort in his heart, perhaps it was discomfort in his heart, Zhao Zhijing did not notice Lin Ruohua not far away. Lin Ruohua, who was dressed in a white dress, kept thinking of everything in the past in her heart, and felt the respect in Zhao Zhijing's words, but it was a sadness for him at this moment.

In the past, there was no trace of his thoughts again and again in Zhao Zhijing's words at this moment, and for Lin Ruohua at this moment, it was no less than a sharp sword stabbed in his heart, and a stinging pain suddenly came, and the qi and blood in his body suddenly became chaotic at this moment. The scattering of thoughts in his heart is simply a demon of fear for his ********.

Suddenly, Lin Ruohua's figure standing on the branch trembled suddenly, and a voice full of pain fell into Zhao Zhijing's ears, and then he saw Lin Ruohua spit out a mouthful of bright red blood from his mouth, dyeing the veil he was wearing red. (To be continued.) )