Linghu Heng didn't know how he got back to the wooden house, but it didn't matter what happened. What was important was that he had wine now and could drink alone. The moon was bright in the sky, the breeze was fragrant, and even the night in winter in the south was only slightly cold.
.With Linghu Heng’s cultivation level, he can completely ignore this coolness.
Linglong was cooking dinner in the wooden house. She looked at Linghu Heng who seemed to have lost his soul through the wooden window, with love and pity in her eyes. She had been with Linghu Heng for many days, and she knew at a glance that Linghu Heng still had not learned from Du.
He recovered from Sheng's death. Thinking about it, it was only more than ten days before that day. How could such pain of the death of a loved one be forgotten in just ten days? Linglong sighed quietly and continued her work.
She did not expect that as a saint of the Demon Sect, she would cook for someone one day, and she would do so willingly. How could a mortal predict fate? Linglong smiled, like a flower
Furong, it's a pity that no one can see it.
Not long after, a rather sumptuous dinner was ready. Linglong brought the food out and called out: "Master Linghu, come and eat!"
Linghu Heng came back from his thoughts and looked at Linglong busying himself. His heart was touched. Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? Linghu Heng saw everything Linglong did for him. But.
, how could Linghu Heng have the heart to hurt a woman who was sincerely interested in him? Although Linglong was by no means weaker in appearance than Yang Zhishuang, and even more mature and graceful, she was even better. However, even Linglong was more beautiful than Yang Zhishuang.
A hundred times better, Linghu Heng's favorite person is still Yang Zhishuang. Alas, who can tell clearly about feelings!
Linghu Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Linglong, thank you for taking care of me these days..."
Before she finished speaking, Linglong said: "Don't talk so much, let's eat!" Everyone is smart, and as soon as Linghu Heng opened his mouth, Linglong knew what Linghu Heng was going to say. She felt sour in her heart and tried to hold it back.
He kept his tears from falling, pretending that nothing was wrong, and said: "There is another soup in the kitchen, I will bring it..." After that, he walked lightly into the wooden house.
Linghu Heng looked at her back, which was obviously holding back tears, and he felt a burst of pain in his heart. However, he knew that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It is better to speak clearly now than to suffer for the two of them for a lifetime. He picked up the wine jar and said, "Gulu He took a big sip, and for the first time, he felt that a drink as strong as Shaodaozi was as bitter as sea water.
Linglong hid in the kitchen and cried silently. The sadness and grievances came one after another, and Linglong, who had always been soft on the outside but strong on the inside, couldn't bear it. Only crying could relieve the grievances in her heart.
Linghu Heng thought to himself: "If my adoptive father was still here, what advice would he give me? Sigh..." I don't know how long it took before Linglong walked out of the wooden house like nothing happened and brought a basin of soup.
, said softly: "Let's eat, eat more food, don't drink all the time." The tone of her words was like a wife admonishing her.
Linghu Heng silently put down the wine jar, picked up the food, and began to eat silently. For a moment, the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange.
After a while, the food was swept away, and Linghu Heng put aside his worries and washed the dishes with Linglong. If others didn't know, they would say that they were really a young couple who loved each other.
After washing the dishes, Linghu Heng had nothing to do, so he jumped up with the wine jar, sat on the roof, and drank alone again. At this moment, the moonlight was like water, shining on the surrounding scenery, like a pool of spring water. Occasionally,
The breeze blows, bringing bursts of coolness.
Linglong also walked out of the wooden house at this moment and sat on the big stone in front of the door. Linghu Heng remembered that that was his adoptive father's favorite place to sit when he was alive. While drinking, he looked at the young him with complicated eyes.
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The memories were brought back, and two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of Linghu Heng's eyes. He thought that his tears had dried up, but unexpectedly, thinking about the sadness, the tears could not help but flow out...
Linglong looked at Linghu Heng quietly, admiring the moonlight quietly, but never said a word. Because she knew that all she wanted to do at this moment was to accompany Linghu Heng through this difficult time.
The two of them remained speechless, speechless all night long.
A ray of sunshine in the morning was the first to break the silence of the night. Linglong didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she felt that there was no chill on her body. She was startled because she was wearing a piece of clothing.
, aren't these Linghu Heng's clothes? Linglong felt flustered for no reason. She wanted to stand up, but unexpectedly knocked over a wine jar, which was the remaining wine jar from Shao Daozi that Linghu Heng drank last night.
Linglong was stunned, and gently picked up a piece of paper under the wine jar with her bare hands. The strong handwriting on the paper said: "Linglong, I'm sorry, I'll leave without saying goodbye. Don't be sad, I have something to do.
It's something a man must do. If you can, help me look after my adoptive father's wooden house. Maybe I will come back when I have nowhere to go. Linghu Heng."
Linglong looked at the letter for a long time before sobbing and shouting hysterically: "Linghu Heng, who do you think I am? Why should I help you look after the house? Why!!!"
Linglong cried and laughed for a while. Although there were still tears on her face, there was a smile on her lips.
On Yunluo Mountain, in the Lingyun Sect, an old man with half-white hair said to the leader of the Lingyun Sect, Master Yumei: "Master, today is the occasion when the five sects and we are going to the Ancient Sword Mountain together, so it's time to set off.
?” Master Yumei is already over sixty years old, but his cultivation level is extremely high, and there is no trace of age at all.
Master Yumei smiled and said: "Elder Su, I have ignored the sect's affairs for a long time. If you go at this time, let Elder Luo Mei accompany you!"
The man in front of Master Yumei was none other than Su Wugou, who was inviting allies from all over the world. He thought that with the strength of the Xuechi Sect, he was not completely sure of the ancient sword sect, so he invited allies from all over the place and spoke with great righteousness.
Many people were also invited. At this moment, the Lingyun Sect, which was the most indifferent to world affairs, was persuaded. In his opinion, the Ancient Sword Sect was doomed this time. "If they refuse to hand over the little thief, hehe.
, then you can’t blame me!" Su Wugou said bitterly in his heart. Thinking of the tragic situation of his disciple being killed by Linghu Heng, Su Wugou became furious. Fortunately, he was in Lingyun Sect at this moment, otherwise, otherwise
, I don’t know how many porcelain, tables and chairs will be destroyed by him.
After receiving Master Yumei's permission, Su Wugou's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, and he said, "Master, I wonder if Elder Luo Mei is ready?"
Master Yumei said: "You should be ready. Elder Su, you are not thinking of starting a war with the Ancient Sword Sect when you go here, right?" Although Master Yumei has ignored the affairs of the sect for a long time, he is still aware of the conspiracy.
The sense of touch has not deteriorated at all, but is even better than before.
Su Wugou did have this idea in mind. He invited his colleagues, and it was by no means as simple as seeking justice. If he could attack the Ancient Sword Sect, he would definitely spare no effort. But who is Su Wugou? He is said to be the central concern.
But his expression did not change at all, and he laughed and said: "Master is joking, Wugou just wants to get rid of the scum for the righteous path, how can it hurt the feelings of the alliance?"
Master Yumei didn't believe Su Wugou's words. She thought about it and said, "The Demon Sect is likely to make a comeback. I hope Elder Su will put the overall situation first!"
Su Wugou didn't take it seriously. Just as he was about to say something, Elder Luo Mei of Lingyun Sect happened to walk in and said, "Master, the disciples are ready."
After all, Master Yumei is a woman. Although she is not bad at scheming, her soft-heartedness is the most fatal thing. She sighed softly and said: "Lomei, please remember when you go here, don't cause too many troubles, and come back when you're done!"
Elder Luo Mei was a disciple of Master Yumei. Knowing what Master Yumei was referring to, he said, "Disciple, please remember Master's teachings!"
Su Wugou hit a soft nail, his face became dull for a moment, and he said, "Master, farewell!" After that, he walked out directly.
Master Yumei looked at Su Wugou's back and knew that there was almost no room for change in this matter, and sighed slightly in his heart.
In Gongsun Wei's study in Lingtian Palace in Bianzhou Mansion, Qi Taiyi was kneeling on the ground listening to Gongsun Wei's instructions. Gongsun Wei had already received accurate information and knew that Su Wugou was inviting allies from all over and was preparing to attack the Ancient Sword Sect.
After Gongsun Wei got the news, he slapped his thigh: "God help me!" So he made arrangements early. Not only did he take the initiative to find the Xuechi Sect, but he also spread the news everywhere. It can be said that Linghu Heng is now a rat crossing the street.
People shouted and were beaten.
However, the person involved, Linghu Heng, was obviously not ready to become famous. He was on his way to the Ancient Sword Sect at the moment.
Gongsun Wei pondered for a while and said: "Today is the day set by Su Wugou. We, Lingtian Palace, have been preparing for this day for so long. Protector Qi, when you go, remember not to be the first to come forward, and wait for those people to compete with the ancients."
The sword sect will fight to the death before we take action."
Qi Taiyi was also a scheming person, so how could he not understand what Gongsun Wei meant? It was clear that he wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, so that they could take advantage from behind. Seeing that Qi Taiyi understood the idea wholeheartedly, Gongsun Wei continued: "What's more important is
What’s more, Protector Qi, you have to sow discord between them!”
Qi Taiyi chuckled and said, "I know!"
Gongsun Wei sneered: "The Ancient Sword Sect overestimates its capabilities and wants to go out? Haha, I will make them become street rats!"
Qi Taiyi also smiled and said: "The Palace Master's move of 'removing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron' is really wonderful. I'm afraid the Ancient Sword Sect would never have thought that we were behind it, adding fuel to the fire, right?"
Gongsun Wei sneered and said: "So what if you know? This is a conspiracy. I'm not afraid that the Ancient Sword Sect won't accept the move!"
Qi Tai flattered him and said: "Gao, it's the palace master's trick!"
Gongsun Wei was pleased with himself for a while and then said: "Are all the disciples ready?"
Qi Taiyi said: "We have already prepared it, and we can set off as soon as you give the order from the palace master!"
Gongsun Wei stood up, looked straight to the southeast proudly, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "I want to complete the battle so that the Ancient Sword Sect will never be able to stand up again!"
Qi Tai never doubted Gongsun Wei. He looked at Gongsun Wei with admiration and said: "I believe that the palace master's ambition will be realized!"
Gongsun Wei glanced at him and said, "Let's go!"
Qi Taiyi said respectfully: "My subordinates resign!"
After Qi Taiyi exited the study, Gongsun Wei stood up straight. In the empty study, his expression was uncertain. He frowned for a while, but then he felt confident... (To be continued)