She planned to make some chicken soup for them herself to comfort them.
When Yun Dieyi woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and Jun Feimo hadn't woken up yet.
She walked out of the room and planned to find a place to practice martial arts near Leng Palace, so she walked around aimlessly. When she was walking to the north of Leng Palace, a figure suddenly broke into her eyes.
The woman not far in front of her has a voluptuous figure and her back is Pinting. She is Wu Qin.
With such a woman walking in this cold place, it is impossible to ignore her presence. Her beautiful figure stands out against the inaccessible desolation around her, like an oasis appearing in the desert, which is particularly conspicuous.
Coupled with everything that happened that day, Yun Dieyi was deeply impressed. Even with just a back view, he could recognize Wu Qin at a glance.
It's just that she doesn't understand what Wuqin is doing in this desolate place?
No matter what, she was determined not to come here to see the scenery, so there might be some inside story.
Out of curiosity, Yun Dieyi tried her best to hide her aura, followed her, and found that Wu Qin walked through some quiet winding paths and entered a side hall. The place was extremely simple, and the light inside was so dark that it was almost difficult to distinguish.
Not knowing where to go.
Wuqin seemed to be very familiar with this place, and the dim and dim light did not affect her progress at all.
She walked calmly, her figure flickering in and out of sight in the dim interlaced light, wandering uncertainly.
"Chi..." As Wu Qin lit the candle, the light in the room immediately became brighter. Although the light of the candle was not very strong, for a martial arts practitioner like Yun Dieyi, it was enough to burn everything inside.
See clearly.
She picked a secret place to hide her figure and began to look around.
There is an ancient feeling everywhere here. Only about one-fifth of the candle remains. It seems that Wu Qin often came here in the past. The worn candle is the best proof.
The air inside smelled of decay and was particularly pungent. It was obvious that no one had taken care of it for a long time.
I don't know where the rotten smell comes from. The space here is very small. You can see everything at a glance. Every detail can be caught in the eyes in an instant. The surroundings are empty. A dusty Buddhist niche and a soft bag used for meditation are particularly conspicuous.
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This place seemed to have been a Buddhist temple a long time ago, and it seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time.
Wu Qin didn't even notice that Yun Dieyi was around her, and a trace of sadness flashed across her expression. Then when she thought about being free in the future, her expression turned into relief, and a relaxed feeling rose from the bottom of her heart.
She walked directly to the ancient wooden table where the Buddhist altar was placed and paused for a long time looking at the portrait.
After calming down, he picked up the inkstone placed next to the pen and ink and began to pour water into it and grind it. When the ink color was generated, he began to dip the pen in the ink and smear it vertically and horizontally on the portrait. After a while, the original appearance of the portrait was no longer visible.
It is covered with interlaced lines, messy, like a mess.
Yun Dieyi couldn't see the clues, and didn't understand why there was a portrait of Wu Qin in this dilapidated side hall.
The person in the painting that Wu Qin erased just now is definitely Wu Qin himself, and his expression and appearance are exactly the same.
Judging from the solidity of the colors in the portrait, it seems that it was painted a few months ago, not too long ago.