Ten mile long street empty tears

"Thank you, Valley Master."

Dongfang Yuxuan chuckled: "You guys, do what you want, it's getting late, go to bed earlier."

Dongfang Qinglan cupped her hands, and left after Dongfang Yuxuan entered.

The shock of the day was over, and Ye Anxu finally got some free time, and it was rare for him to sit down and have a sip of wine.

When Dongfang Qinglan came in, Ye Anxu had already drunk a lot.

"Aren't you going to accompany her?" Ye Anxu looked at Dongfang Qinglan teasingly.

Dongfang Qinglan sat down opposite her, and poured herself a glass of wine bluntly: "What's the point of drinking alone, you didn't go to reminisce about the old days."

"That's right." Ye Anxu shut up knowingly.

Dongfang Qinglan's eyes were calm, as if nothing happened, just two old friends drinking a little wine.

"Hey, it's boring." Ye Anxu took a sip of his wine and propped his face sideways.

"Isn't wolf tooth soldier interesting enough?" Dongfang Qinglan laughed at her.

Ye Anxu rolled his eyes in disgust: "A bunch of jumping clowns."

"I'll go back tomorrow." Dongfang Qinglan said softly.

"Escape?"

"If you don't run away, why are people from the Valley of the Evil sending you a message?" Dongfang Qinglan also looked at her with pursed lips.

"I have something important to do. You, a military doctor, are not indispensable."

"You've got it, isn't it just making soy sauce with Shaogu's master." Dongfang Qinglan sneered.

Ye Anxu sighed and looked at her: "Okay, don't hurt either of us, we're half-baked, cowards."

Dongfang Qinglan followed suit with a smile: "Yes."

Mu Jun had a long dream. In the dream, they were still young. At that time, Dongfang Qinglan followed her master to Chunyang to visit old friends.

And she is the only disciple of the master, and she is the best among the same sect no matter in swordsmanship or discussion.

"Are all of you Chunyang disciples so bored?" It was their first conversation.

Mu Jun just looked at her suspiciously: "Bored?"

"It's not interesting to talk about swordsmanship, but Taoism." Dongfang Qinglan reached out to catch a snowflake, and tilted her head to look at Mujun.

"Aren't you?" Mu Jun's question made Dongfang Qinglan think this guy is quite cute.

"I'm not your Chunyang disciple."

"That's right." Mu Jun nodded. The master asked her to accompany this old friend's disciple, and Mu Jun didn't dare to disobey the master's order.

"This is the first time I've seen snow." Dongfang Qinglan smiled at Mu Jun, and at that moment Mu Jun seemed to see stars in her eyes.

"The snow here is not the most beautiful, I will take you to another place." Mu Jun said to her nervously.

Dongfang Qinglan suddenly came to her side, tilted her head to look at Mu Jun's face, Mu Jun's body stretched nervously.

"Daoist, did anyone say that you look good?" Dongfang Qinglan saw that the ears of the little Daoist quietly climbed up to the red.

Mu Jun's daily task is to accompany Dongfang Qinglan as she jumps up and down slowly.

Dongfang Qinglan picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, and wrote a line of words on the leaves with the pen in his hand: "Master Mu, why are you always blushing."

Seriously put the fallen leaves in Mu Jun's palm, Mu Jun looked at it, and blushed again.

When Dongfang Qinglan and Master went back, Mu Jun followed Master to see him off.

"Master Mu, do you want to go back to Wanhua with me?" Dongfang Qinglan whispered in Mujun's ear.

Mu Jun took a step back slightly, pursed her thin lips, and lowered her head.

Dongfang Qinglan took a step back in frustration: "Then remember to come to me when you can go down the mountain."

"Okay." Mu Jun nodded.

Dongfang Qinglan quickly touched her lips lightly, staying for a moment.

"Here, I occupy it."

Mu Jun opened her eyes, the room was empty, and the wounds on her body had scabbed over.

Opening his eyes and looking at the bedside, his eyes were full of sadness.

I tried to run the meridians, and found that the inner breath flowed unimpeded.

Dressed neatly, holding the sword in his hand, he went out and met the Tibetan sword disciple: "Is Dongfang Qinglan still there?"

"The miracle doctor of the East has already left, and left with Senior Sister Anxu yesterday morning."

"The pastor can rest here to recover from his injuries. Senior sister has ordered that the pastor can stay in this yard for a long time."

Mu Jun bowed slightly: "Thank you, I won't bother you if Mu Jun has other matters."

"Is it the Taoist priest's injury?" the hidden sword disciple asked worriedly.

Mu Jun slightly hooked her lips: "No problem."

Dongfang Qinglan and Ye Anxu separated in Yangzhou: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

This river and lake will always meet again.

Liu Mingxue sat in the tea shed, watching Ye Anxu who rode away, but did not go up after all.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." When the figure of the man disappeared, Liu Mingxue held the saber in her hand and said to the Ba Dao disciples beside her.

Ye Anxu didn't want to face her directly, and Liu Mingxue lost a bit of courage. Maybe she really missed it, and there will be no more chances.

Ye Anxu rode his horse on the pipeline, and she always knew the gaze behind her, but she didn't have the courage to look back.

Because she knew that even if it happened again, Liu Mingxue's choice would be the same as before, so even if they meet again now, will the family grievances between them disappear?

And she still has no solution, so what's the need to reminisce about the old days?

Have a glass of wine together and be simple friends?Ye Anxu has no shortage of friends.

No.30 Two

Dongfang Yuxuan brought Xiao Yun back to Wanhua Valley, and Jun Tong followed, even if he couldn't help, but as long as he looked at her, Jun Tong was at ease.