Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 253

The sun hangs high, the sky is clear, white clouds are floating, and they pass across the sky leisurely. Although the world is rich and dilapidated, it has to be said that in secluded places, it is rare to see many otherworldly scenery.

For example, in front of your eyes, there are long white clouds, blue white cranes, and the melodious breeze blowing. The soft breeze blows on people's faces, giving people a sense of comfort and peace.

The grass on the ground is luxuriant, and it is in full bloom, showing the unique charm of midsummer. The stream by the river is rushing, releasing a comfortable sound.

From afar, in the crystal clear river water, there are small fishes wandering playfully back and forth from time to time, as if playing hide-and-seek with the sun floating in the sky, chasing the bright light source.

Extending along the river bank, through the brilliance of the river bank, the fragrant fragrance of flowers floats everywhere, butterflies fly around, dancing stories that only they can understand.

Under the shade of the tree, there were two people sitting cross-legged, with solemn expressions, motionless. They had maintained this posture for a long time, but until now, they obviously still had no intention of changing, but intensified.

Sitting upright in front was a young man dressed in a Confucian robe, with a handsome face and vigorous hair. His long hair fell down his shoulders, like a waterfall, very soft.

Looking at it, it gives people a feeling that Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

It's a pity that the only fly in the ointment is that this person's face is pale, giving people a sense of vanity and sickness for no reason.

Moreover, on the bridge of the raised nose, his pair of pupils were kept closed, covering them tightly, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Behind him, sitting cross-legged, was a woman in a blue shirt. Her appearance was peerless, giving people a feeling of otherworldly things, like a goddess coming to the world, and Luoshen descending into the world.

However, her fair cheeks were indifferent, and through those beautiful eyes, one could see her deep sadness and worry.

The true essence in the body slowly circulated, Ying Hongxue guided the breath in Gucheng's body, and carefully probed the situation in his body, after all, it was a special situation now.

Gucheng was seriously injured, so even a simple inspection of the injury would be an extremely labor-intensive task.

It has been three full hours since I came under this tree. Yinghongxue has been here since the dawn of Haori and began to investigate the situation in the isolated city, but it is not nearly finished until now.

"Fu!"

Letting out a breath, Ying Hongxue slowly closed her eyes, restrained the true energy circulating in her body, put her knees together, and placed her palms down on her knees.

Ying Hongxue calmed down the turbulent true essence in her body, then slowly opened her eyes again, and looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression, the man in a Confucian robe with his eyes closed—Gucheng!
After a while, Yinghongxue saw a layer of faint light on the forehead of Gucheng in front of him, but when he looked carefully, it was sweat stains reflecting the light under the shining sun.

Stretching her hand into her bosom, she took out a small and exquisite handkerchief, Ying Hongxue carefully stretched it on Gu Cheng's forehead, and began to slowly wipe the sweat off Gu Cheng's face.

During this period, she has been cautious, staring at Gucheng closely with a pair of beautiful eyes, while wiping, observing the change of his expression, although she knows that given the current situation of Gucheng, no matter how hard she tries.

There will be no reaction at all, let alone show it, but Ying Hongxue still cannot help but pay attention to observation.

Be careful because you care!
It took Ying Hongxue almost a quarter of an hour to simply wipe off the sweat. Every time the handkerchief rose and fell, she would carefully observe it, and she would not start to move until she confirmed the priorities.

In order to avoid, every tiny movement of oneself cannot cause any harm to the isolated city.

After wiping off her sweat, Ying Hongxue put away her handkerchief, and then looked at Gucheng, staring at Gucheng with a pair of eyes, without sending a glance, just watching silently.

The sun shone through the white clouds in front of the two of them, bringing a romantic atmosphere to this small space for no reason.

With the sympathy of the sun, Ying Hongxue was even more fascinated by watching. She supported her chin with her slender hands, and sat face to face in front of Gucheng, just watching without moving.

"It's not bad to keep going like this!"

Suddenly, Ying Hongxue, who had been motionless, lightly opened her red lips and murmured something. A complex expression that seemed to be crying and laughing appeared on her face.

After saying this, Ying Hongxue stretched out her hand, lifted the long hair that fell in front of Gu Cheng's face, and gathered it back into the dense long hair behind him, making his loose long hair thicker.

"why?"

Looking at the lonely city, Ying Hongxue suddenly became a little confused, she didn't know why such unreasonable thoughts arose in her heart.

She even began to think about why she came here in such a hurry to save a stranger who was just a one-sided relationship, not a familiar one.

This feeling is inexplicable.

"I don't know where it started, and I don't know where it will end!"

Thinking about it, Ying Hongxue suddenly showed a soft smile on the corner of her mouth, and muttered to herself, she seemed to understand why she became like this.

"Father?"

The strict father in my memory is also a loving father. Since I was born, I have always been accompanied by an image of my life. He is the one who taught me, he is the one who protects me, and it is still him who leaves me. Man, it will be him.

The eyes became blurred, the image of the lonely city began to change, and in the memory, the most important and most caring figure for me began to slowly overlap and intertwine.

For a moment, even she herself didn't understand who the person in front of her was, her beloved father, or just that familiar and unfamiliar lonely city.

"Brother Yi!"

The melancholy has not yet settled down, another question arises, during the period of time as Ren Pingsheng, his life seems to have changed color, only the sword, and the brother-in-law.

The proportion of the two is the same, but there is a difference.

This difference, after Ren Pingsheng reunited with Ying Hongxue, became less obvious, but at the moment Gucheng reunited with Old Man Tianjian, there was another disturbance.

"Lonely city!"

In the end, it is the most simple and simple truth. Ying Hongxue's gaze became cold. Through everything in the past, she let go of the relationship between Old Man Tianjian and Ying Hongxue, and abandoned the intertwining between Old Man Tianjian and Old Man Tianjian.

It's just the simple connection between Gucheng and Yinghongxue, just the intersection and relationship between two familiar strangers who got along with each other for a few days.

"Have you already thought about me?"

Ying Hongxue suddenly showed an expression of both joy and anger, a rare blush appeared on her beautiful face.

What was the purpose of suddenly cleansing the dusty heart in the first place?Only now did Ying Hongxue seem to have a vague answer in her heart.

(End of this chapter)