Lu Jing stayed in the tower until night, and finally left the self-cultivation tower with full of thoughts.
When leaving, he did not forget to pour tea for Mr. Guanqi, and carefully closed the window on the fifth floor to prevent the cold spring breeze from blowing into the self-cultivation tower. "Sir, don't forget to refine the heavenly veins."
Mr. Guanqi smiled and nodded towards Lu Jing and watched Lu Jing go down the stairs.
Lu Jing's back was wider and calmer than when Mr. Guanqi first saw him.
Even though Lu Jing had turbulent thoughts in his heart at this moment, and even though Lu Jing wanted to see Qing Ming as soon as possible, he still walked slowly and leisurely.
The spring breeze blew through his sleeves, but did not stop, only blowing the other hems of his clothes.
"You are still young, and you have to see a lot of abuses in the world, which is hard for you.
Mr. Guanqi said to himself, and when he looked into his hands, the heavenly vein appeared in his hands.
The green light surging on the sky veins gave the dim self-cultivation tower more vitality.
Mr. Guanqi looked at Tianmai in a daze.
At some point, Mr. Eleven, wearing a thin robe and a pipa-collared jacket, stood at the top of the stairs.
Today's Mr. Eleven is different from the past. Her face is wet with light makeup. Mr. Eleven, who could have captivated a country but was always as cold as a cold moon, is more soft and beautiful today. She doesn't speak and just stares blankly at Guanqi.
gentlemen.
Suddenly, the spring rain outside the window became more intense, and the storm became even worse, making the windows bang.
Mr. Guanqi woke up and found Mr. Eleven at the top of the stairs.
"Peach Sky."
Mr. Guanqi's eyes were still so gentle. He looked at Taotian tenderly and asked, "Are you willing to give up this library?"
Mr. Eleven nodded without hesitation.
Mr. Guanqi seemed relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He stood up and opened the window. The cold wind blew through the door, and Mr. Guanqi suddenly started coughing.
“The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, it becomes prosperous as soon as it arrives.
Snow comes from thousands of mountains, and flowers stay for eternity."
"After this spring, maybe it will be a little different."
Mr. Guanqi said this, and despite the wind and rain, he stuck his head out and looked around at the library that looked like spring all year round.
"I know that this library also has your hard work. Not to mention other things, even the thousands of flowers and medicinal materials in the Shaomu Courtyard require you to work hard for many years. It's a pity..."
"There is nothing to regret." Mr. Eleven, who was originally silent, interrupted Mr. Guanqi.
She took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Mr. Guanqi in front of the window.
"I am different from the other gentlemen on the fourth floor. I never entered the library for this world, this world.
Mr. Eleven was straightforward: “The library now is no longer what it used to be, and all the people who used to go there have left.
How could I not let go of this empty library?"
A flash of guilt flashed in Mr. Guanqi's eyes: "It's our ambition that has trapped you."
"It's my thoughts that have trapped me." Mr. Eleven never said these words, he only said to himself in his heart.
The spring breeze and spring scenery are divided into sadness and wind and rain.
What's more, today's rain is not like the silent spring rain that moistens everything.
"Mr. Seven is leaving." Mr. Eleven said, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to him?
Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Ever since Yu Yuan and his entourage, I have not dared to see him again, nor have I dared to say goodbye to him.
Mr. Guanqi closed his eyes and let the scattered raindrops fall on his face: "He is leaving and dying in the world, but he is going to Yuyuan again. He will become a lonely ghost wandering in Yuyuan, just because of me
I feel ashamed of him for his plan that I don’t know whether it will work or not.
Mr. Eleven's unchanging expression finally changed. She pursed her lips and said, "The reason why you don't force anything on Lu Jing is because of Mr. Seven's trip to Yu Yuan, and the past events have also changed you... World affairs
This is how it is, how can everything go as everyone wants?"
Mr. Guanqi is still hesitating.
Mr. Eleven looked at Mr. Guanqi and suddenly asked: "Then you won't say goodbye to me?
Mr. Guanqi opened his eyes, looked a little strange, and smiled and said: "Lu Jing retrieved the Tianmai from the Lutan, and I can live for more than ten years, so why should I be anxious?
Mr. Eleven stretched out his hand and closed the door and window like Lu Jing.
She went downstairs without saying a word, the sound of her footsteps getting distant.
Mr. Guanqi was still standing in front of the window, hesitating for a long time, wanting to open the window and take a look at the peach sky under the tower.
But he hesitated again and again, and finally his arm fell down. He was alone for a long time, until he could no longer feel the presence of Mr. Eleven, and then he opened the window.
But then, Mr. Guanqi's face became darker and darker.
He lowered his head and saw a sycamore tree downstairs. Mr. Eleven was standing under the tree, looking up at her.
Wind and rain, parasol trees, peach sky.
The raindrops fell on the leaves...pattering, scattered and broken.
The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night show the true suffering of separation and love.
Every leaf, every sound, the space drips into the light.
Taotian stood under the sycamore tree and looked up at Mr. Guanqi on the tower.
She still remembered that when Mr. Guanqi visited the mountains and rivers of Zhenwu Mountain, she still grew up on a mountain peak.
At that time, Taotian's thoughts were hazy and he was reborn.
Today, Bai Guanqi, the most romantic person in the world, is at a high place.
The Cultivation Tower has five floors in total and cannot be called very high, but it feels like it is in the clouds.
Nan Fengmian stood on the muddy road, looking up into the distance.
This place is rarely visited by pedestrians, but the pedestrians are all coming and going in a hurry, and they don't want to say more, and they don't want to stay longer on this road.
There was bright red stuff oozing out of the soil, and there was a fishy smell that made Nan Fengmian frown in disgust.
A completely white building stands in front.
This building is seven stories high, with cornices reflecting the sky and carved beams and painted pillars.
Hundreds of feet away from the white building, there are many bright red flowers planted, just like red stars. The blooming flowers lie among the green, looking like a sea of flowers. The red flowers are too bright
.
Nan Fengmian was convinced that even among the stars in the sky, none could be so radiant, so dazzling and so alluring that one could not help but forget to breathe. This white pavilion...
A wonder indeed!
Anyone who sees this pavilion will marvel at its amazing beauty.
Anyone who sees this pavilion will marvel at its amazing beauty.
But Nan Fengmian's eyes were full of disgust. He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if to shake off all the bewitching scenes left in his mind. After two or three breaths passed, Nan Fengmian turned around and then opened his eyes.
The road he came from was full of mud, but he didn't seem to want to go, so he just let the stinky mud splash up and fall on the hem of his clothes.
After walking a few steps, Nan Fengmian suddenly lowered his head.
He saw a solitary weed growing in the soil. No matter how dirty the soil was, the stench seemed to be unable to affect him. However, Nan Fengmian sighed. He pulled out the Xinggu Zhenren from his waist and pulled out a domineering one.
The sword soul was suppressed within a few inches and chopped down the weed in an instant. "If you give it a few more months, you will also bloom those blood and bone flowers. It's better to die earlier."
Nan Fengmian didn't seem to care and casually put a piece of weed into his mouth.
Bitterness filled his taste buds.
Nan Fengmian returned to his small courtyard covered in mud and water.
"Yuelun, is the water for washing your feet hot?"
As soon as Nan Fengmian was admitted to the hospital, he started shouting loudly.
"OK OK!"
The young lady who was pampered and pampered a long time ago has completed an astonishing transformation in the past six months.
Her face was no longer fair, and the white gauze on her body had now turned into coarse clothes. She struggled to carry a basin of water and placed it at Nan Fengmian's feet. She then helped Nan Fengmian take off his shoes and wash his feet.
But there was no trace of helplessness in her eyes, and her deep eyes were as calm as a pool of moonlight.
He washed Nan Fengmian's feet and served food.
While Nan Fengmian was eating, he complained: "Your cooking skills are getting worse and worse. These vegetables can't even taste salty. Yuelun didn't respond, but just added tea for Nan Fengmian.
There is no moon in the sky, but there are a few scattered stars.
"Speaking of which, why is one of these stars so bright?"
Yuelun said, looking up at the sky.
Nan Fengmian also raised his head and exclaimed, "That's Beichen Star.
Yuelun suddenly understood, Beichen stars under Taixuanjing.
Nan Fengmian rubbed his chin and sat cross-legged on a large chair.
He thought for a long time and suddenly his expression became serious.
"Brother..."
In the legend of Chaoge, when the star representing the hometown lights up, it means that the people and things in the hometown have changed greatly. Nan Fengmian felt a little depressed when he thought of his elder brother who had been ill for a long time.
He closed his eyes and said nothing.
Yueluan sat silently beside him. After a long time, she suddenly stood up and gently rubbed the center of her brow for Nanfengmian. "My father said when he was still alive, if a person is worried, he will inevitably grow old.
Young Master, I'll press it for you, so don't think about it any more.
Nan Fengmian still had his eyes closed.
"Maybe it's a good thing?" Yue Lun was still talking: "Maybe it's because the young master has a new member in his house, maybe someone who is close to the young master has been promoted, made a fortune, improved his cultivation level, or... Taixuan Jing
The girl who misses the young master here is married."
"This last thing is not a good thing." Nan Fengmian opened his eyes.
Yuelun saw that Nan Fengmian was no longer silent. He had a smile on his face and didn't say much. He still gently rubbed the center of Nan Fengmian's eyebrows.
"But it is possible to get promoted and make a fortune. I have a sworn brother in Taixuanjing. He is a first-class genius. When we return to Taixuanjing, I will let you meet him.
"I have seen it." Yue Lun said with a smile: "I took a look on the carriage, but the practitioners were high and far away, so I didn't see it too clearly.
"Why don't you... Young Master, let's go back now to see what changes have taken place in the Young Master's hometown, so that the Young Master can meet his family members and your sworn brother.
Nan Feng touched the Xing Gu Zhenren around his waist, turned his head and asked Yue Lun: "You don't want me to avenge you?"
The movement of Yue Lun's hand suddenly paused.
“It was originally hoped.
Yue Lun said softly: "Yue Lun's original life was not as good as that of a young lady in a big mansion, but after all, I have a father who is an official. My parents are loving and love me very much. They don't go hungry on weekdays, and they can still wear clothes occasionally."
Get a nice outfit and buy some boxes of rouge."
"Later... none of this disappeared. My father and mother died because of me. I was filled with hatred and hoped that the young master would avenge me.
"But... Young Master, you saved Yue Lun's life. You knew that Yue Lun's blood had miraculous effects on cultivation, but you never wanted to let me bleed. Calling me every day just gave me a little more support in my heart.
I feel that I am of use to you, so that I will not always be afraid that you will abandon me."
"So, I don't want to take revenge.
Yuelun said calmly: "Under the world of Qi, who doesn't live in mourning?
I can still cry now, but if you died under that palace of bones, I'm afraid I wouldn't cry anymore.
"Sir, let's go back to Taixuan Capital together. We can't always let you do things related to morality in the world. You have done a great thing before, and you are worthy of the long sword on your waist... King Qi Yuan..."
"Yue Lun." Nan Fengmian interrupted Yue Lun's words. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Yue Lun's hand, and suddenly took out a weed from his sleeve.
"The weeds can no longer survive. Under the long road in front of the Palace of Bones is a mass grave.
"At first, I thought that only King Qi Yuan in Qi was ruthless. But now that I have come to Qi, I see that all the princes in Qi are evil spirits.
Nan Fengmian put the weed into his mouth again, looked at the moon and asked, "Do you know Emperor Zhenwu?"
The moon is a little confused.
Nan Fengmian slowly pulled out Master Xinggu, and a ray of breeze flowed on Master Xinggu. It was even clearer and sharper than when he left Taixuanjing.
"Emperor Zhenwu once traveled around the world and killed thousands of monsters. But these days, I have been dreaming about Zhenwu.
"Especially yesterday, I dreamed that Emperor Zhenwu went to the Bone Palace with his sword and chopped off seven floors of the building, turning all the evil spirits in the building into innocent remains!"
"I also dreamed that the pavilions on the ground collapsed, I dreamed that the grass-cutting knife of my Nan family was rusty, and I dreamed that an old friend dressed in white with a sword on his waist carried Zhenwu Mountain and smashed a long river." In the dream, I saw
Zhenwu, but I always feel that... Zhenwu also sees me in my dreams."
Nan Fengmian's eyes were bright and he said: "The Zhenwu Emperor Zhou Xing** in my dream is a threat to all spirits. In my dream, he has psychic powers and rides on the wind, and his illusion is as clear as a mirror!"
"But if Emperor Zhenwu dreamed about me, I would come to Qi State with my sword in hand, but after just one glance at the Bone Palace and several mass graves, I would be so scared that I would pee and go back to Taixuanjing.
Wouldn’t that be too embarrassing for me?”
Nan Fengmian imitated Lu Jing and squinted his eyes: "What's more, I have already boasted about Haikou. If I return to Taixuanjing without a single blow, I will inevitably be laughed at by Lu Jing when I have a drink with him.
The moon wheel stared at Nan Fengmian motionlessly.
She didn't say much, she just lowered her head and cleared the table, talking to herself in her heart.
"Sir, you are not someone who is afraid of being laughed at, let alone someone who is unwilling to return to Taixuanjing for the sake of face.
"After you saw the mass graves and the palace of bones, you became even more unwilling to leave.
"But this is fine."
"I will be with you no matter what, whether life or death.
I can't repay you for saving my life in this life, I can only make some meals with you.
According to Chaoge legend, if we die together, we can live together in the next life."
"But if we can live together in this life, it would be best...people always have something to look forward to."
In the small courtyard of Kongshan Lane, Yanglu Street.
Lu Jing was sitting on a chair, with a bowl of steaming noodles on the small table next to him.
"Master, do you want me to put more fennel in the second bowl?"
There was a smile on Qing's face. She rolled up her sleeves and poked her fair face out of the window, looking at Lu Jing who was eating noodles. Lu Jing ate slowly, but seemed to not care about talking, and his mouth was a little slurred.