South no wind

For your sake, just you and me, when the Shenmu Arrow appeared, I didn’t investigate and asked you directly, so I believed you. "

Emperor Wen's face suddenly changed, and he thought thoughtfully: "The Shenmu Arrow appeared? Where is it, and what happened?"

"However, I still have to thank the emperor!" Zhao Yi stood up suddenly and bowed to Emperor Wen, who was stunned: "That child is blessed with great blessings, and being saved by the prince is considered good and good will be rewarded."

"The real person is talking about the injury of Yu'er Baishou Mountain?"

"The emperor knows a lot!" Zhao Yi mocked him.

Emperor Wen didn't say a word, and then smiled again: "It should be, it should be, no matter how you say it, it is also a mentor."

"Since ancient times, the four sects have not entered the world, why does the emperor insist on sending him into the sect?"

"The real person witnessed the rise and fall of the three dynasties, don't they understand the way of survival of my Nangong family?"

"It's inconvenient for me to comment on the art of the emperor, but there is no need to mix the four sects into it."

"The affairs of the government and the opposition harem have already caused me to be in a state of distress. It is enough to have two princes in front of you fighting each other, and it is also a good balance. If there are too many, the matter will become bigger if it becomes bigger. It hurts." Emperor Wen spoke bluntly, talking about royal family disputes like common people.

"So you sent the two princes out of the palace. The big one is missing, and the emperor knows how the young one got into Nangu. Although the emperors of all dynasties were passed down by the four clans, it is a place of pure cultivation after all. I hope the emperor keeps a distance." .” Zhao Yi said seriously.

"The real person is teaching me, do you need to know how to advance and retreat?" Emperor Wen raised his eyebrows, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"The emperor knows what the old man is talking about."

"Hahaha, I just pushed him."

"I'm afraid there will be more than one!"

"Hahaha."

"I also hope that the emperor will not forget the original intention."

"I know, my hands are not that long. The real person is too worried!"

"It's so good!" Zhao Yi handed the wine glass to Emperor Wen.

Emperor Wen shook hands for a long time but didn't drink. Looking at the lakeside, he said quietly: "The Nangong clan can survive in troubled times. In addition to the bravery and wisdom of the ancestors, I also have a different view of future generations. It is a natural law that prosperity must decline for a long time. History doesn't care whether you were born in the royal family or not." , are all those who are capable. Staying in a high position for a long time is like walking on thin ice. If you want to change it for thousands of years, you must use extraordinary methods when necessary."

Zhao Yi didn't say a word, he had experienced three generations of kings of the Nangong clan in his life, each of which was different. The founding emperor Nangong Bi was courageous and resourceful. , with great ambitions, taking over the western borders, taking over the northern lands, and wantonly expanding the territory; in front of him, the current emperor Nangong Shi, but the young emperor is majestic and ambitious, promoting agriculture and expanding border trade, and there is no war in the world. After more than [-] years of hard work, he will finally change to the Quartet. Congratulations from all directions.

All are heroes.

But after Emperor Wen, who can guarantee how long this immediate prosperity and stability will last?

"Do real people know how the wasteland wolves train their offspring?" Emperor Wen lowered his eyes to cover his sharp expression, and drank the wine: "It is to secretly put them into other wolves. Because in his own den, the little wolf What they fight for is nothing more than eating their spouses. And among the wolves who regard them as aliens, if they are not careful, they will be bitten to the bone, and they are fighting for their lives?"

Zhao Yi frowned with snow-white eyebrows and listened quietly.

"Only the little wolf who has gone through life and death and returned to his own group to regain the position of the leader wolf will disdain those fighting in the den, and will have a big structure and not become a thing of internal friction."

"Isn't it afraid that the little wolf will be killed?"

"Dead, that is his life is overwhelmed."

"This old wolf is gambling!" Zhao Yi brushed his long snow-white beard and smiled at Emperor Wen.

"Isn't the real person betting?" Wendi recalled Zhao Yi with a meaningful smile: "The old wolf is betting on life, but the real person is betting on death!"

Zhao Yi's face suddenly changed: "...I'm betting on life and death."

In the New Year, the city of Kangdu is full of lights and festivities, full of joy.

On the [-]th day of the New Year's Eve, Nan Yu ate a New Year's Eve dinner, then returned to Prince Qi's mansion, singing and dancing every day.

"Master, why haven't you come to see us for so long! I miss you so much!"

"Master, your house is really deserted, when will you invite a concubine to come in! Why don't you let the concubine serve you!"

"Master, where have you been for the past six months? It is said that you have gone to guard the border. Is it true? The emperor is so ruthless. He actually asked Master to suffer from the wind and sand over there. Look at you, you are black!"

Nan Yu's drunken eyes were hazy, she stared blankly at Yingying Yanyan who was scratching her head and making a fuss beside her.

"The prince seems to have lost weight!" A woman put her hand on Nan Yu's face through her drunkenness, but she hadn't touched it yet.

Blocked by Nan Yu: "What are you doing!"

"My son, why is he still like this!" The woman was aggrieved after being rejected: "You asked us to come to accompany you, isn't it just for fun? Why don't you let the servants touch you?"

"I might be sick!" Nan Yu said.

"Oh! The son of the world is really good at joking. I have seen a lot of slaves, so I dare not say anything else. You can be sure when you look at a man. With your physique and shape, only ghosts will believe it!"

"Yes, yes!" Another woman covered her mouth and echoed: "The elder son must think that we are not good-looking enough to arouse the interest of the master! The sisters who accompanied me a few days ago also said that the elder son just asked them to sing and dance. You can't get close, you've invited all the top names in the capital, haven't you caught the girl yet?"

Do you think I think so?

Nan Yu cursed in her heart, she was afraid that she really couldn't afford to be sick!

Every day, the gangsters are drunk, dreaming and dying, Yinggeyanwu has been spinning around for more than ten days, but they can't arouse the slightest desire.

No one knows that the flirtatious Nangong prince lingers in the wind and cloud places, passing among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body. In the past, he only thought of himself as a high-sighted person, only looking for the feeling of being surrounded by flowers.

But it doesn't seem to be a matter of high vision.

The women in front of him changed one after another, except that they couldn't touch him, Nan Yu ordered them to do their best to tease him, if they could arouse a little bit of sex, they would be rewarded with a thousand taels of money.

The top man in the capital is beautiful, but the more charming he is, the more bored Nan Yu feels, the more drunk his mind is, and the more he can't help thinking about that person.

He even mistook a woman in red for him.

Nan Yu was furious, and immediately stipulated that all women who enter the palace to perform arts are not allowed to wear red, and those who violate the order will be thrown out with sticks.

"My family has learned a new piece of music, let's play it to relieve the boredom of the son!" A woman reported to the pipa.

Nan Yu was noncommittal, her eyes were loose.

The woman plucked the pipa, and the sound of pearls and jade sounded.

Listening to the sound of silk and bamboo, Nan Yu felt as if she was in the void... her mind was out of order again...

where is he

doing what?

What color is he wearing today?

Did he eat well, was he alone...

Does he... miss me

"Master, let me feed you fruit!" The woman sitting on the left fed a grape into Nan Yu's mouth.

"Master, I offer you a toast!" The woman on the right handed the wine glass to Nan Yu.

The eldest son never refuses anyone who comes, so he took it and drank it with his head up, staring forward with drunken eyes, at the door, and at a red figure that appeared in sight...

Ah!There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, hallucination!I mistook someone for you again!

It really looks like you, with the same tall body and handsome appearance, even the walking posture is exactly the same as yours, walking slowly, and used to put one hand behind your back...

"Oh, where did this son come from! He is so handsome!" The woman beside him exclaimed.

All the women in the hall cast their gazes with thousands of amorous feelings.

Nan Guang hurriedly chased him in from outside, leaned over and saluted: "Mr. Huanxi!"

......

Nan Yu's whole body felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. He was numb from head to toe. He woke up seven or eight minutes from the wine in an instant, and stared at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Mr. Huanxi?

Mr. Huanxi?

Feng Zhixi didn't look sideways, looking expressionlessly at Nan Yu surrounded by a group of flowers, red willows and green.

"Junior Brother Nan, Master left in a hurry before seeing you, and was worried that you were in trouble, so he came to see you on the occasion of paying New Year's greetings to Daoist Zhao Yi in the seminary. Didn't...I didn't expect to disturb you Yaxing!"

Seeing Nan Yu's stunned face and Feng Zhixi's silent expression, his bright face was a little embarrassed.

"Uncle Master..." Nan Yu murmured.

"Minglang, let's go!" Feng Zhixi said coldly, turning around resolutely.

Nan Yu slumped down on the chair, if he had been sober by seven or eight points when he heard Ming Lang speak, he would be completely sober at this moment.

Not only was he awake, but it was as if he was in an ice cave, and his hands and feet couldn't help shaking.

What else is there to prove?

Nangong Yu, do you still need verification?

Don't you know?

The beauty of more than ten days can't move half of the interest.

Only at the moment when Feng Zhixi appeared, he couldn't hide his thoughts for him anymore, from head to toe, every place inside and outside, he knew the answer.

The angrily leaving figure dragged his soul to pieces.

The will collapsed like a ruined wall, nothing was intact, the reason was shattered by reality, and even self-deprecating seemed powerless: I am the majestic son of Nangong, the object of admiration for women all over the world, and I am defeated because of a man!

My mind is full of that pale face, the unbelievable expression on that face, the cold eyes, and the flash of emotion in the brown eyes. What is it, is it sadness or disappointment?

Nan Yu felt a sharp pain in his heart, what the hell am I doing?

The top names in the capital of Prince Qi's mansion look at me and you, but they don't have a clue. Why is it that the man in red appears, and this son seems to be possessed by an evil spirit?

Nan Guang quickly sent Yingying Yanyan out of the main hall, and then turned around and asked the person sitting with dull eyes: "My lord!"

........

"Sir?"

"Prepare the horse!" Nan Yu looked straight ahead.

"what?"

"I want to go back to Nangu!"

☆、Road of Thorns

In front of Nangu Bamboo Sea, Minglang saw Nan Yu standing in front of the path.

"Junior Brother Nan, why don't you go in?"

Nan Yu looked ahead and said nothing. In the past, the small road in the bamboo sea was covered with thorns, and these clear roads were obviously invisible.Taking a deep breath, he walked towards Meiyuan.

Ming Lang looked at Nan Yu in a strange way, what happened to him today?After taking a closer look, he opened his mouth and exclaimed, "The Thorn Talisman Array!"

The soles of Nan Yu's feet seemed to be covered with sharp thorns, but she was safe and sound, is this?Minglang looked ahead in disbelief, is this Master, only for the thorn talisman that Nan Yu laid down?

Nan Yu didn't say a word, just walked, suddenly took off his boots, and stepped on the ground with bare feet.The sharp thorn pierced into the flesh unambiguously, causing real pain, leaving blood-red footprints every step of the way.

"Nan Yu, don't leave, this is not a fake, this thorny road is real, you will get hurt." Ming Lang was shocked, what was he doing, why did Master do this?

Nan Yu bit her lip and looked at the front firmly.

Are you angry?Still disappointed?You never want to see me again?

But I want to see you, I want to go crazy.

If this is the way you give me, I will go.

Not to mention that the ground is full of thorns, even if it is a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, as long as it is you, as long as it is you, I will definitely pass.

Beads of sweat kept dripping from his face, and the piercing pain in the soles of his feet didn't stop him from moving forward stubbornly.

On the eve of the wind, I know you are disappointed in me, you don't need to believe me, you can hit me, scold me, but you can't see me.

The blood on the soles of the feet kept spilling out, and it was clear that his heart was jumping with fear, Nan Yu's face was pale, and he still walked step by step towards the direction of Meiyuan with difficulty.

I can't figure out why this is happening, or when it started.

Maybe since I met you, I was doomed that the only way in my life is to go to your side.

I don't want to go back.

Nan Yu gritted her teeth and trembled.

On the evening of the wind, from this moment on, I entrust my life to you, and it is up to you to spoil it however you want.

"Master, quickly remove the talisman!" Minglang couldn't bear to look at Nan Yu's bloody feet.

"Don't retreat!" Nan Yu shouted suddenly, staring at the lights in the room as if venting: "Uncle, you'd better stay there and wait for me. I will finish this road even if I die."

There was no sound in the room, Feng Zhixi stood with his hands behind his back facing the outside, he didn't understand where his anger came from, although Nan Gu had clear rules on rebooting, but strictly speaking Nan Yu was not an inner disciple, he was not in the sect Even if he is not controlled by the rules, at most he will be punished by a prostitute. That is also a matter of the sect. He is Ling Guangjun's apprentice, so he will punish him. Stop him outside the Meiyuan, and keep him out of sight.

Nan Yu's footsteps were getting closer and closer with the stinging pain in his heart, but he was getting more and more panicked. He was afraid that he would really come over, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to stand the thorns all over the ground. It was beyond the range that Feng Zhixi could deal with. He didn't know what Nan Yu would do if he withdrew the formation, and he had no other way to stop him if he didn't withdraw.

Minglang watched Nan Yu walk forward step by step with difficulty, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, trying to hold back but was thrown away by Nan Yu, but it's not going to be a problem if it goes on like this!

The sharp thorns became sharper, and with a sound of "Pu Chi", a sharp thorn pierced through Nan Yu's instep, causing him to stagger in pain. When he stood unsteadily, he supported the ground with his hands, and his palm was pierced again in an instant, and blood gushed out.

Minglang stepped forward to support him, but was blocked by Nan Yu's hand, and stood up staggeringly, striding forward slowly with his bloody feet, every step he took, his eyes were filled with pain, and soon he was sweating Wet the clothes.

"Nan Yu, if you go any further, your legs will be useless!" Ming Lang shouted, and begged to the Meiyuan, "Master...

The bamboo forest path after the rain was bitingly cold, and the only thing that warmed the feet was the blood that kept gushing out.

"Senior Brother Ming, I...is fine..." Nan Yu trembled in pain, almost speechless: "I...willing to go, I want... .past......"

Suddenly, he felt the sharp thorns under his feet disappear, but his vision towards Meiyuan became more and more blurred, and his consciousness became blurred...

In a daze, a coldness accompanied by tingling pain came from the soles of the feet, a sense of deja vu, and with extremely gentle finger movements, he slowly spread the ointment on the soles of his feet.

Nan Yu tried to open her eyes, her feet were bound up by those hands, and as the figure at her feet swayed, a burst of familiar plum fragrance came, and Nan Yu closed her eyes tightly again.

The person in front of the bed moved over and took his hand, which was carefully scrubbed by him with a warm handkerchief.Then the cold ointment on the palm was gently applied, and circles of cloth were wrapped around the palm.

Nan Yu closed her eyes tightly to feel this precious tenderness, but the corners of her eyes couldn't hold back the tears that slid down...

The person beside the bed paused, and after a soft sigh, the corners of his eyes were stroked by cold fingers.

When that hand was about to be pulled away, Nan Yu no longer cared about the injured hand, and hugged the person beside the bed tightly.

"Uncle, I didn't!" Nan Yu couldn't control his emotions. "I have never had anything to do with those girls. The reason why I did this is because, because I..."

Feng Zhixi didn't want to listen to what he said, and was about to break free, but was hugged tightly by the person behind him again, leaning his head on his shoulder: "Zhixi..."

Feng Zhixi's whole body trembled, at this moment Nan Yu seemed to be a different person, trembling against his body, his voice hoarse: "Feng Zhixi..."

Feng Zhixi turned her head slightly, and saw Nan Yu's chin resting on her shoulder, her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes were wet into a few locks with tears, her heart tightened, and she couldn't bear to break free.

"Don't treat me like this, don't push me away!" Nan Yu choked up in his ears: "I really... can't stand it anymore!"

Feng Zhixi took a deep breath, frowned, the room was silent, but his heart was noisy.

After a long time, the people behind him calmed down, and Feng Zhixi said softly: "Do you really know what you are doing?" What Feng Zhixi actually said was that he should not take that road recklessly, let himself so badly injured.

But Nan Yuhui got it wrong: "I know. I didn't know my own mind before, and my uncle thought I was talking nonsense. But now, I can't be more clear. I am to my uncle, and I am to you. ...I have unreasonable thoughts! From now on, I can no longer treat you only as my uncle, I..."

"Shut up!" Feng Zhixi suddenly broke free and stood with his back facing him: "Don't say it, absolutely not! Take those thoughts back, and I'll just pretend that you... didn't say anything."

Nan Yu raised his head and smiled wryly: "I can't take it back!"

Feng Zhixi was silent and never looked back.

"Uncle Master," Nan Yu said hoarsely, "Can you turn your head to look at me and tell me that you don't have any thoughts about me!"

"No!" Although Feng Zhixi's voice was emotionless and calm as always, but he couldn't get past his thoughts and became dizzy: "You are simply crazy!"

"Hahaha!" Nan Yu smiled with tears, looked at her feet, and shouted loudly: "Okay, you didn't! You just continue to lie to yourself, you are good to me, it's my wishful thinking. You untie it." The plum blossom sachet wanted to be given to me, but you took it back because of Pingyang's appearance. You didn't! Just because you saw a few women in my house, you laid a thorny road for me. Uncle, you are really angry What did I do wrong that you want to treat me like this?"

Feng Zhixi's back trembled slightly, and he tried his best to think of a few words: "It's really ridiculous! This is deviant and outrageous!" It seemed to be memorized from the school rules.

"Well said!" Nan Yu nodded heavily: "I deviate from the scriptures and disgrace the sect. Uncle Shi must think that I am inferior to a beast right now? I disregard morals and shameless, I..."

"Enough!" Feng Zhixi shouted angrily: "Take back your messy thoughts."

"What if I don't listen!" Nan Yu stared at his back that refused to turn around: "What should Master Uncle do? Drive me out of the sect?"

Feng Zhixi clenched his hands in his sleeves, took a deep breath and walked out of the room: "Recover well, I'll let Mingming take care of you!"

"The evening of the wind!" Nan Yu's voice came from behind: "I can't take it back!"

Feng Zhixi almost left the bamboo house in a hurry, and stood there for a while, feeling uneasy.

On the way back to Meiyuan, the dried blood was still shocking.

"You didn't! You just saw a few women in my house, and you are going to lay a thorny road for me!"

"...I will finish this road even if I die."

Stepping on the bloodstains on the evening of the wind, an inexplicable piercing pain came.

Nangong Yu, you are a lunatic!

On the evening of the wind, what virtue and ability do you have?

What did I do wrong?Or did something make him misunderstand?Why did Nan Yu have such thoughts about himself, Feng Zhixi felt that his brain was almost not enough, when did it start?

It can't be like this, it's unethical, no!

The energy that Nan Yu raised finally let go, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting in the room. When the night came up, Ming Lang came to change his medicine.

The evening of the wind never came again.

No matter what he faces, Nan Yu will never lack courage. It is not difficult for him to take the first step, and it is not difficult for him to speak out his thoughts.He said what was in his heart without thinking about the consequences, even though he knew how Feng Zhixi would react, he also vented the depression during this period, his heart was bright and empty, and the cold wind that swished into his heart Have a break.

He doesn't know what the consequences of the behavior after the joy will be, and he doesn't care about how he will get along with Feng Zhixi in the future. What he is afraid of is that he didn't speak clearly enough, he didn't express his meaning clearly, and he would open up his heart Put it in front of that person, whether it is protected or trampled on, it is what he deserves.

A few days later, in the Chiyan Palace.

"Minglang, is your master still staying behind closed doors, but he is unwell? By the way, where is Nan Yu? How is his injury?"

Minglang nodded: "Junior Brother Nan is almost healed. Master used homemade Xueling wound ointment, and he can get out of bed and walk."

Ling Guangjun nodded reassuringly: "The punishment is still heavier, isn't it just a matter of drinking and sex, young and energetic, it is inevitable. Sigh! Mr. Huanxi is too strict."

Mingming does not comment.

In the past few days, no matter whether he was in Meiyuan, Feng Zhixi's face was gloomy; or he went to the bamboo house to change medicine for Nan Yu, his expression was dull.It made Minglang feel that something extremely serious must have happened, and it must not be just because of the romantic women in Nanyu's mansion.

"Is the list of disciples going to study in Dongling finalized?" Ling Guangjun asked.

"Well, it's settled." Minglang handed the list of Gao Xiu's disciples to Ming Que: "Today I went to Zhuwu to talk about this with Junior Brother Nan. He wants to go to Dongling, what does father think?"

"Okay!" Ling Guang-jun raised his brows: "It's a good thing to study abroad, and it's good to go out to gain more experience. I just don't know that Mr. Huanxi is reluctant to part with it. Did Nan Yu tell you?"

Mingming nodded.

Nan Yu had explained this matter before, so there was no need for Mr. Huanxi to know about it, but he still felt that it would be impossible not to tell it. No matter how Feng Zhixi was his master, he definitely couldn't hide this matter from reporting.

In Meiyuan, Feng Zhixi's expression darkened after hearing Mingming's words, and he was silent for a while: "He.....is he going by himself?"

"Junior Brother Nan has informed his father and added his name to the study tour list. There are six people in total. Junior Brother Nan and Junior Brother Jiurong are among them, and there is also a disciple who has been elevated to a higher level of cultivation."

Feng Zhixi bowed his head and remained silent.

"Master!" Ming Lang hesitated to speak: "The traveling disciples are leaving tomorrow, do you want to go with Junior Brother Nan..."

"No need!" Feng Zhixi turned his back to Qingming, and took the pills from the cabinet.

......

Distance is something that can make people's hearts drift away and their feelings gradually cool down.

But it can also make people's eyes clear, like an invisible thread, the heel tied to one end is gradually drifting away, and the thoughts tied to this end are destined to hang high.

When Nan Yu left, except for Feng Zhixi, all the acquaintances in the sect sent them to the gate of the mountain.

Ling Guangjun reminded Wan Wan, if Nangu has been like a master for the first time for so long, the one-year study tour career, whether it is long or not, can be short and long, young people look the same every year, maybe when they come back Changed again.

Nan Yu looked back to the mountain gate frequently from the corner of his eye, but that figure never appeared.

When I came to Nangu last year, I rode a BMW and pulled a car full of rare treasures. I looked like a local rich man and an idiot in Kangdu City. I didn’t expect to stay for a year. I didn’t expect to start practicing seriously. This is a stupid thing that I never thought about before, stupid?

Things are people and not everything.

The person standing in the plum garden for a long time, seems to be able to see the handsome young man with a smirk on the corner of his mouth in a trance, the appearance of blindfolded dancing sword in the courtyard, the appearance of squatting by the stove cooking porridge, busy in the kitchen for a long time, serving The dish on the table rested his chin and watched him eat, the look full of anticipation, the look of arrogantly carrying himself on the bed and hugging him, the look of yelling "Master Uncle" with his mouth...

Feng Zhixi caressed the stagnation in his chest, but couldn't hold back the bursts of falling.

Why is this happening, why does it seem like a piece of my heart has been taken out?

One month later, Nan Yu's letter arrived, and it was addressed to Ming Lang.

Minglang took the letter to Meiyuan and read it to him:

Hello brother:

What should I say about this place in Dongling!Compared with Nangu, there are a few less rules, but there are many more interesting things, which really wins my heart.Thanks to the care of my old acquaintance Lin Ke, the board and lodging are good, and the teachers who teach are not as rigid as Nangu. The Lingfa symposium was held there, but unfortunately this year in Xiyuan, the sight of the group sailing across the sea was no longer there.

There is very little theory in the classroom and more practice.

Tell Nan Guang that the little black thief ran away with me, don't worry.

Everything is as usual, don't worry about it, brother, and wish Master well!

Sincerely, Nan Yu.

Minglang carefully folded the letter back, took a peek at Feng Zhixi, and suddenly regretted bringing the letter. In the letter, he greeted everyone in Nangu in detail, but did not mention Feng Zhixi, and even asked his uncle how he was. There are no such words.

After Feng Zhixi finished listening, he said lightly: "You don't have to read it to me again in the future."

☆, pain

In the blink of an eye in March, the wind blows the willows, and everything recovers.

Nan Yu wrote very few letters, and never mentioned his uncle in words. Ming Lang's replies were relatively frequent and long-winded, eloquently detailing the daily life and movements of all important people in Nangu, including Feng Zhixi.

Nan Yuqi read Minglang's letter, briefly glanced at his detailed ramblings, and finally fixed his eyes on the few sentences about the description of Feng Zhixi:

first month:

...Since you left, Master seldom goes out of Meiyuan, and often stands in the courtyard in a daze, standing for a long time...

second month:

...I passed by your residence one day, and found Master sitting in your room...

third month:

...Master has a bad appetite recently, and the food he sent hasn't moved much...

Fourth month:

...Master has been away from Nangu for almost a month...

Nan Yu buried her head on the table, showing no emotion.

In the Temple of Kangdu City, Zhao Yi looked at his disciple with disgust.

"How long are you going to stay with me?"

"Master's place is clean." Feng Zhixi handed him the medicine bowl: "It's time to take the medicine!"

"You Meiyuan is not clean? This is what annoys you the most. You still suffer every day after you say no to eating. Are you afraid that I will die slowly, so you want to send me on my way earlier?" Zhao Yi complained, On the one hand, he still took the medicine and frowned and drank it.

"I'll boil my medicine, you complain, don't interfere with each other!" Feng Zhixi took his time.

"Stinky boy, go back quickly, I don't worry if you're not in Nangu!" Zhao Yi said with a scorched face, raised his beard and scolded: "I've been sighing for a day, so I don't have a good face, so I don't even let me drink wine. Looking for trouble, you just let me tidy up the orderly study room that has been in chaos for decades, making it hard for me to find a book. You are here to torment me on purpose! You can do me a favor, pity me, a dying old man , I really can't bear this living crime, you just go!"

"That's order in chaos? Wouldn't it be good for me to help Master put it in order?"

"not good!"

"Then you tell me about the assassin, and I'll leave!" Feng Zhixi added.

"Fuck off!"

"Master, the things in my body are not ordinary evil spirits!"

Zhao Yi's expression froze: "Why do you ask this?"

Feng Zhixi smiled slightly: "Ask casually, but Master is very nervous. Practitioners are indifferent to life and death. They have obeyed their master's orders for more than [-] years and never dared to go beyond them. But judging from Master's reaction, I It should be a short-lived figure. Actually, Master didn’t say anything, and it doesn’t matter to me.”

Zhao Yi sighed: "Son, I know you have a pure mind, but there are some things that neither you nor I can control. Maybe when the time comes, the first person you hate will be your teacher."

"If it's fate, what good is hatred?"

Both master and apprentice remained silent.

......

Outside the dormitory of senior disciples in Dongling, there was a sound of knocking on the door, followed by a cautious inquiry: "Brother Nan, class is on!"

Outside the house was the model disciple Deng Xia who was promoted to high cultivation, seeing Nan Yu's gloomy face, he immediately stopped smiling: "What's wrong with you?"

Nan Yu's light cough was a bit strange, she took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "It's nothing, let's go!"

Deng Xia secretly glanced at his classmate as he walked, since he came to Dongling, this person seemed to be a different person, he didn't like to talk or move, and he didn't even smile much.

Compared with Nangu, Dongling's classroom can be said to be a market. The disciples stood up and down, and made a mess. It didn't change much until the elder who gave the lecture came in. It seemed that the gentleman had long been used to it and was absent-minded. Scanning down the classroom, I knew that there were a few more students who skipped class.

The elder who taught the class was named Guangji, which sounded like a woman's name, but he was a real man.Forget it, right?

Kangsu Guangji Ruoguan was young, with delicate features, quiet and elegant.

It was obviously a very clean seat, but he had to wipe it before sitting down. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and spread it on it. Before he sat down slowly, Lan Hua fingered the pages of the book and cleared his throat: "Ahem, today we Talking about the history of the sect! The Azure Dragon School originated in ancient times, the Xuanyuan clan came to the world to control the dragon, and lived in the east with the sacred tree..."

The hall was still chattering and chattering, Nan Yu frowned and watched, if this was in Nangu, he would have been fined ass to bloom.

Deng Xia, sitting next to him, sat upright, with his lips tightly shut and said nothing, as if he was trying his best to maintain Nangu's image, and wanted to set an example in this chaotic situation, but for Dongling disciples, In vain.

It wasn't until someone in the crowd put his finger on his lips and hissed: "Stop talking, Guangji is going to cry!" The noise gradually subsided.

Nan Yu looked up and couldn't help being stunned.

Elder Guangji looked down at the hall with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "If you don't want to hear it, just go out, I don't bother to bother!"

Nan Yu recalled that there are four fears in the Dongling rumors: Suzerain contemplates, Hua Xi smiles, Ji Kong is serious, Guang Ji sheds tears, all of them are strange.

The first three are easy to understand: Jian Wanqing's glib tongue will benefit anyone who listens to him, so I'm afraid he won't say a word.Hua Xi's smiling face couldn't see happiness or anger, and Ji Kong wanted to kill him, so he didn't know why Dongling's disciples were so afraid of Guangji's tears.

But at any rate, the class was finished in an orderly manner, and it was tasteless to listen to.

The masters in Dongling are not rigorous in class, and Guang Ji is considered serious. The other elders teach the class, just like a child's play, it seems that they are more watching the jokes of these disciples. Xi why.

Hua Xi is good at the art of bewilderment, that is, the charm of the fox clan. He gathers a group of high-cultivation disciples in the room, and then performs the spell.

In an instant, it was like being in Goulan Washe, surrounded by countless seductive women, no, there are also men, in short, playing very wildly.

The men and women in the illusion can be said to be stunning, with extremely provocative gestures, seductive, and soft words.The terrible thing is that these stunning looks are not only good-looking, but also have different temperaments and voices.

"Brother, when we met at Xiangxiao Bridge that day, why couldn't I wait so hard for you to come?" She looked pitiful.

"Son, tonight I will let you taste what a real man is, you should be lighter..." The flirtatious and frivolous type.

"Boy, look at me again, be careful that I eat you." Well, mother night... the brave type.

"One generation, one couple in a lifetime, fighting to teach two places of ecstasy. Lovesickness looks at each other but does not meet each other, who is the spring for..." the infatuated type.

......

"The beauty wipes her tears, I feel pity for her, but you can tell me all your thoughts..." The romantic and talented type.

"Brother, do you know anything about Longyang?"

...disgusting type.

Even the high-level disciples of Dongling, who have seen the world, are a little overwhelmed, let alone the strict Nangu disciples. They are all dizzy and do not know where they are. If they can't help it, they will be arrested immediately , the rest is to be foolish in the field, or cry or laugh, full of ugly appearances.

Even the upright and rigorous Deng Xia couldn't escape, his face was flushed and his eyes were blurred by the charm.

It wasn't until "哗啦" that a basin of water was splashed on their heads, that the group of people came to their senses, feeling ashamed.

Deng Xia couldn't bear it, so she knelt down and hugged her knees, crying.There was a burst of ridicule.

Nan Yu was in it, looking at the phantom in front of him, it seemed that besides not liking women, he had no interest in men either.

This discovery made Nan Yu smile wryly, he was infatuated with the only person, it didn't matter whether it was a man or a woman, as long as it was him, it was like fate.

Hua Xi was very satisfied with her achievements. Looking at the disciples who were in a trance with different expressions, she laughed happily. When she looked at Nan Yu, she frowned and looked up and down, and changed her expression to see if you were sick .

Nan Yu is very indifferent to this way of treating illusion classes, and he does not intend to learn such things, men and women are fighting each other with swords and guns, fighting to the death