Qing Lan sat down on the ground, watching the palace patrol army drag away the bodies of the four disciples, staring blankly at the deep night sky where the master and Ziying had disappeared. Yuanhuang Niangniang sighed, turned around and left, ignoring Qing Lanxi.

It seems that people around him are doing something, all of them are shouting and saying these things, but there seems to be no one around, only the night breeze and the dark moon, only the breeze that seems to come from the Konoha mound, faintly like the laughter of the past.

Qing Lanxi has been sitting on the ground in front of the stone prison, and there are two maids who have been serving him standing beside him, Qing Lanxi does not speak, nor does he move, but his mind is still clear, he knows that at this time, Yuanhuang Niangniang will definitely send someone to Muyeqiu to search for the hermit and Ziying, Qing Lanxi also knows that the hermit and Ziying will not return to Muyeqiu, the world is so big, where will they go? Master is a foreign master, he will definitely take Ziying, Ziying, is the relationship between me and you so shallow?

Qing Lanxi suddenly thought that in the Muye Hill, Zi Ying had asked herself whether the wine of the Muye Hill was good or the wine of the Zhaoque Palace was delicious, Qing Lanxi smiled and said: "The wine of the Muye Hill is cold and cool, and there is a Duchen Wine Workshop in Zhaoyun City, the wine is mellow and sweet, and each has its own taste. Qing Lanxi also said that she would take Ziying to taste it, whether it would be, whether Ziying would go to the dust wine shop and wait for herself. Thinking of this, Qing Lanxi perked up a little, whether it was or not, it was the only place in the city that he had ever told Ziying, and he must go and see it.

Of course, Qing Lanxi knew that there were people following her wherever she went, so she simply didn't shy away from stumbling towards the winery. When I arrived at the wine shop, there were no guests at this time, Qing Lanxi sat at a table in a daze, didn't call for wine, didn't eat, just looked at the wooden table in a daze. The owner of the winery didn't dare to disturb Qing Lanxi when he saw this situation, and let him sit there.

After a while, an old man who sold all kinds of ring gadgets walked to Qing Lanxi's side with a wooden frame and said, "Childe, do you want a wooden hairpin, my good wooden hairpin is very well carved." Saying that, he took down a wooden hairpin and put it in front of Qing Lanxi's eyes, Qing Lanxi saw the wooden hairpin, it was Ziying's wooden hairpin, Qing Lanxi's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly looked up, although she changed her appearance, she could see from her eyes that she was a hermit master.

Qing Lanxi was overjoyed, but knew that he was stared at and did not dare to show his flaws, looked at the old man, and said, "Where is this made of trees?" The old man said: "There is a Zen temple in the west of the city, where there are towering ancient trees, the wood is like gold and iron, and hairpins can be made." Qing Lanxi looked at the wooden hairpin and said, "I'll stay this first." As he spoke, he gave the old man two silver taels, picked up the wooden hairpin and walked out slowly, and walked out of the winery.

Qing Lanxi didn't go back to Zhaoque Palace, nor did he go back to the starry tower in the city, he just kept turning around the street, he was quietly dealing with the people staring at him. When it was already dark, Qing Lanxi finally got rid of all the people who were following him and hurried to the Zen courtyard, where he was waiting for Ziying.

Ziying did not throw herself into her arms as Qing Lanxi thought, but was dressed in a dark robe, her red and swollen eyes from crying showed two murderous aura, looked at herself, and said: "I want to enter the palace to avenge the four senior brothers and kill that Niangniang, do you want to help me, which side are you on?" Qing Lanxi has never seen such a Ziying, has never thought about this question, and has never thought of killing Yuanhuang Niangniang, she was stunned for a while and couldn't answer, just looked at Ziying.

Ziying's tears fell to the ground one by one, and he choked up and said: "Although we live in seclusion in the mountains and practice not the righteous path and occult arts, we have never harmed people's hearts or hurt others. Master and we have always treated you with courtesy, and have never harmed you, why? Why do you have to put us to death?" Zi Ying hated and resented and asked Qing Lanxi. Qing Lanxi's eyes also had tears in her eyes, and both Yuanhuang and Ziying were asking themselves, why? So why? Why did they come to this point, yes, it was all because of themselves, because they were indecisive and unwilling to decide.

So he was ruthless at the moment: "Ziying, I was an orphan, it was Yuanhuang Niangniang who adopted me and raised me, Niangniang has the grace of nurturing and teaching me, I can't be an ungrateful person, there are many masters in the palace, you and the master can't fight, don't give your life in vain, Ziying, you listen to me, go away with the master, don't go back to Zhaoque Palace, okay?"

Ziying looked at Qing Lanxi and asked word by word: "What about us? Will we never see each other?" Qing Lanxi also shed a tear and said: "Ziying, you listen to me, leave first, in the future, I will definitely go to you, Ziying, you believe me." ”

Ziying shook his head slowly, and before he could speak, the hermit walked out of the inner hall, his clothes were covered with blood, and he said slowly: "Qing Lanxi, our master and apprentice recognize each other, but we didn't want to get to such a point, maybe it's the will of God, I will take Ziying away and fly high, and you will go back to the palace, from now on, we will be separated from each other, and each will cherish it." ”

Qing Lanxi finally shed tears and knelt in front of the hermit, although the hermit taught him a technique of evil vein, but in the end he never hurt himself, and bowed to the ground in a deep pain and said: "Master's missionary grace, the disciple will never forget." I don't know what year and month Qinglanxi can repay the master's kindness. The hermit sighed and said, "Life and death are determined by fate, gathering and scattering are from the sky, if the fate is not over, we can naturally meet again." Ziying looked at Qing Lanxi with tears, Qing Lanxi also looked at Ziying, the two of them looked at each other like this, sighed again and again, did not say anything else, turned around and walked into the hall.

Ziying looked at Qing Lanxi and said, "Senior brother, do you really want to see me in this life?" Qing Lanxi shook her head heavily, grabbed Ziying's hand, and didn't know where to start with her heart-filled words, but after thinking about it for a long time, she finally became ruthless, let go of Ziying's hand, turned around and walked out of the Zen courtyard quickly.

Ziying is the only girl he wants to like and protect so far, but he can only leave so ruthlessly. Qing Lanxi's footsteps were dull and walked out of the Zen courtyard step by step, walking in the mountains and forests step by step, and suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind her from far and near, as soon as she turned around, a figure flew into her arms, it was Ziying, it was Ziying, she was so reluctant to herself.

Finally, Qing Lanxi returned to the palace and met Yuanhuang Niangniang. Yuanhuang Niangniang also looked haggard, looking very tired, seeing Qing Lanxi standing aside, in the end it was the child raised by herself, now that she knew her mistake, Yuanhuang Niangniang felt a little comforted in her heart, and said slowly: "Go back, I haven't studied well for a few days, I will go to see Master Feng Yu tomorrow, and let him give you a new lecture." Qing Lanxi responded and turned to leave.