Ling Xuan was not good at words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. When everyone saw that he didn't answer, they assumed that he agreed, and Ao Jiantian smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case...... Xiao Xuanzi is injured, and he is tired from long-distance work, extraordinary, so you can take him down to rest first. ”

Ye Bufan saluted and said, "Yes, Master." ”

The two said goodbye and left, walked out of the Tianfeng Palace, and walked towards the Immortal Courtyard behind the palace. After the two of them left, the disciples of the Hundreds of Heavenly Sword Sect also left relatively goodbye, and after a while, only the two of Ao Jian Tian and Ruan Ming were left in the huge Tianfeng Hall.

Ao Jiantian pondered for a moment, then asked Ruan Mingzhi softly, "I don't know what the junior brother thinks of this matter?"

Ruan Mingzhi said: "Such a young man, young and frivolous, he is weak on the outside, but his temperament is very stubborn, according to his brother's humble opinion, he will not stay here for long." ”

Proud Sword Heavenly Dao: "If he leaves the Heavenly Sword Sect, he may be found by the people in the Demon Sect, and if they take away the innate spirit treasure, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Ruan Mingzhi said: "He is not a member of my Heavenly Sword Sect, if he wants to leave forcibly, it is inconvenient for me to stop him, and now the plan is only to take one step at a time." ”

Ao Jiantian nodded, and said no more, a trace of imperceptible color flashed in his eyes as deep as the sky.

When the two returned to Guixian Courtyard, Zeng Nianyu had returned to normal, she was sitting in front of the desk, like a flawless magnolia, quietly blooming with melancholy beauty, she was concentrating on reading an ancient historical book, so when the two walked to the door, she only realized. She closed the old ancient book, greeted her lightly, and said sweetly, "Senior Brother Ye." ”

Ye Bufan smiled and nodded, and said, "Senior Sister Zeng, in the future, Ling Shaoxia will live with you in the Guixian Courtyard, I don't know if it's okay?"

Zeng Nianyu said: "Guixian Courtyard is so big, I live alone and feel lonely, I have a master-apprentice relationship with Xiao Xuanzi, he stays by my side, very good." ”

Ye Bufan smiled, so handsome and charming, it was Ling Xuan, and he also looked at it slightly. After Ye Bufan explained some more things, he said goodbye and left. Zeng Nianyu's heart was touched and full of melancholy.

She pulled Ling Xuan, just like four years ago, so unscrupulously holding his hand, she pulled him to the door, Qianying was not sad and melancholy, but her tone was a little playful: "Little Xuanzi, come, arrange a luxurious room for the master for you, and in the future, the huge Guixian Courtyard will only belong to you and me, master and apprentice." ”

Ling Xuan laughed dumbly, for some reason, with her, he was happy, he just wanted to laugh, although he was also sentimental, although both of them were already incomplete.

The room that Zeng Nianyu arranged for him was on the left side of her room, next to her residence. Although the room is not large, the decoration is also luxurious, and it is well kept and clean.

When everything was busy, it was already night, and the sky quietly hung a bright moon, and the melancholy moonlight poured down without any scruples, shrouding Guixian Temple in a silvery white. The two sat in the corridor outside the door, looking at the bright moon, the past and the future, and whispered to each other.

The late autumn evening breeze was already quite chilly, and it slapped lightly on Ling Xuan's thin body unscrupulously, and the scar on his left cheek was so pale.

Zeng Nianyu sat beside him, looking up at the bright moon in the autumn sky, and the melancholy moonlight shone on her pretty face with a faint sadness, complementing each other and moving. She is like a fairy in the moon, quiet and sad.

She didn't notice that Ling Xuan inadvertently shrunk her body, and her face became more and more pale.

The two of them sat silently, the bright moon crept overhead, the sky was covered with a layer of hazy mist, and all kinds of strange flowers and plants in the courtyard were covered with dew, and they were crystal clear in the moonlight. Zeng Nianyu got up lightly and said in a low voice: "It's not early, little Xuanzi, go back and rest early." ”

Ling Xuan tried to make his smile look a little brighter, and said, "Yes, Master." ”

Zeng Nianyu returned to the room, gently closed the door, and in the huge courtyard, only Ling Xuan and the garden full of flowers remained, looking at the door she closed lightly, sighing faintly.

Ling Xuan coughed suddenly, he seemed to be worried about waking up the moonlit night, and hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, but he couldn't stop the rapid cough, he had to keep his voice as low as possible, gently pushed open the door, and walked in, under the moonlight, his figure seemed so thin and lonely.

He wanted to go back to the bed and use the warmth of the futon to dispel the cold all over his body, but before he could get to the bed, he suddenly fell to the ground and passed out, his hands and lips were stained with crimson blood.

After a few hard bumps with Feng Jiuniang and the Red Ghost King, although he was treated by Master Chen and Du Chengxian with the supreme immortal method, Ling Xuan still had not recovered, and the Red Ghost King's blood-devouring spirit infant sucked all his essence and blood, although it was all returned to his body in the end, but it was the loss of innate qi.

His body was so weak and so seriously injured, he should have been lying on the bed and concentrating on cultivation, but he couldn't bear to leave Zeng Nianyu under the moonlight and grieve alone, he braved the cold wind and sat with her all night. At this point, the injury flared up and his life was in critical condition.

But no one knew that he was on the verge of death.

Yang Ming, Fang Qin, Liu Daoming, Fang Yi, Xiang Ruzhi, Chen Shupeng, all of their relatives who had long left her returned to her, they took care of her as usual, everything was up to her, she knew she was wrong, if it weren't for her naughtiness, if it weren't for her willfulness, maybe everything wouldn't be like this. She apologized to them, told them that she would never be so willful again, but they could not hear her, and no matter what she said, no matter how sad she wept, they were like reflections, smiling brightly, unable to feel her sorrow, unable to feel her repentance.

Suddenly, they withered like flowers in the wind, and their familiar smiling faces gradually moved away from her......

"Ahh

Zeng Nianyu woke up from the nightmare, she was already sweating and bursting into tears, she ran down from the bed and ran to Ling Xuan's room next door in a hurry. At this time, he is her only relative, she can't lose him again, she is afraid of losing him again, she has to look at him, see that he is still by her side.

She held back her tears, and did not knock on the door, but when she pushed the door in, she saw Ling Xuan lying on the ground, the blood on his lips had dried up and cracked, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and there was no sign of life.

Zeng Nianyu's whole body was shocked, her tears turned into pearls with broken threads, and the big ones rolled down, as if she was about to lose her loved ones in her life, and her heart ached like a knife.

"Little Xuanzi!"

She trembled weakly and cried bitterly. After all, she will also lose this last relative, will God deprive her of her last warmth after all?

Several disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect rushed over when they heard this, and when they saw this situation, they reported the matter to Ao Jiantian, Ao Jiantian and others hurriedly came, several disciples helped Ling Xuan to the bed, and Ao Jiantian called everyone out, closed the door, and urgently healed Ling Xuan's injuries and continued his life with the supreme cultivation of the late stage of God Destruction.

Zeng Nianyu waited anxiously outside the door, her tears had never dried, Ye Bufan saw her crying so much, so she was not sad, so she stepped forward and comforted her with kind words, and said: "Senior Sister Zeng, don't worry too much, there is a teacher to heal Ling Shaoxia, he ...... He's going to be fine. ”

Zeng Nianyu nodded lightly, and the comfort of others seemed to be inferior to Ye Bufan's words of relief, she felt a little better in her heart, nodded, and asked, "Senior Brother Ye, little Xuanzi, what happened to him?"

Ling Xuan's injury, the paper can't hold the fire, she will know sooner or later, Ye Bufan thought about it again, and then told the story of what happened on the swagger mountain, and then, said: "Ling Shaoxia cares about you every day, and I came here to see you for the last time, but I have a last wish in this life." ”

Zeng Nianyu's body trembled slightly, and the tears that he tried his best to control finally broke down the embankment again.

God, you finally cruelly harvested away the last trace of her happiness, and you finally harvested away his young and kind life!!

A few more words of comfort to her, Ye Bufan said goodbye and left on the grounds that he was entangled in things and it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, she looked at his back and gradually moved away, crying silently alone, silently tasting despair and grief.

About an hour later, Ao Jiantian opened the door, his whole body was not stained with a trace of dust, and his momentum was as deep as the sea.

Zeng Nianyu had already dried up her tears, and when she saw Ao Jiantian coming out, she greeted her and asked, "Uncle Shi, little Xuanzi, how is he?"

Ao Jiantian seemed to be thinking about something, a little absent-minded, hearing this, he staggered, and said, "Oh, it's okay, it's okay." ”

With that, he left and disappeared at the gate of Guixian Temple a moment later.