Window Han Xiling

Hearing that Yangzhou's water and soil support people, he took his little junior sister to Yangzhou to accompany her, find medicine, and find a doctor to treat her.

There is no cure for this poison, but it can be suppressed.

The poisoned person needs neither surprise, anger, joy, anger, resentment, nor hatred, and can't use internal force, otherwise the backlash will be more terrifying than poisoning.

Zhuo Zhuo was mostly healed that night, at least he was able to walk on the ground, but he just used lightness kung fu and wanted to see Qian Qiuxue quickly, but he didn't know he was injured so badly.

When she was in a daze, she forced herself to tell Jing Xing to go find Qian Qiuxue and tell her not to wait.

Jing Xing agreed, but he didn't go.

If he goes, he is a fool.

He had a marriage contract with Zhuo Zhuo, although it was a joke, but he took it seriously and cared for it carefully for more than 20 years, but in the end he was preempted by a child.

He is a man, not a saint.

How does this make him not complain, how not to hate?

"My apprentice hasn't come to see me yet?" Zhuo Zhuo asked.

"No." Jing Xing said, "I won't come again, maybe."

"I don't know if it will come tomorrow." Zhuo Zhuo said stubbornly.

"Okay," Jing Xingdu followed her, "It's windy, let's go back."

In the past two years, Jing Xing has run both ways between Mingjiao and Yangzhou, but he is very satisfied - he is very satisfied if he can see Zhuo Zhuo.

Zhuo Zhuo is Zhuo Zhuo, not anyone's.

It wasn't his, nor Qian Qiuxue's.

"Senior Brother," Zhuo Zhuo tightened his robe, and said, "You have been good to me since childhood, and never lied to me."

Jing Xing hummed.

"Back then Qi'ao bullied me, and you helped me out."

Thinking of the past without Qian Qiuxue, Jing Xing smiled faintly.

Zhuo Zhuo showed a strange smile and said, "Then, brother, tell me, did you go to Qiu Xue?"

Jing Xing stagnated.

"I knew it." She smiled, "So, where is Qiu Xue now?"

Jing Xing said in a deep voice, "Probably dead."

What greeted him was a sharp whip, and he grasped it, regardless of the bloody palms, "Zhao Zhuo, how does senior brother treat you?"

"You are too kind." Zhuo Zhuo gritted his teeth and pulled back the whip.

"Because of appearance?"

Zhuo Zhuo chuckled lightly and said: "Where, senior brother is also an extraordinary handsome beauty, but I just like my apprentice, whether it's trash or vicious, I like it all."

At some point, there was no sound behind her.

When Zhuo Zhuo returns to his room, he finds a piece of paper in the crack of the door, which is a small regular script written by vigorously—it’s urgent, don’t read it.Jing Xing.

Zhuozhuo made a ball and threw it on the ground.

If she read it, she would go crazy.

She planned to stay in Yangzhou for a few more days. She was uneasy these days, so she had the right to meditate.

She never saw Jing Xing again because it was a farewell.

She never thought that the reason for returning to Mingjiao was that both her teacher and brother were dead, and she was going to deal with the funeral.

After so many years, the snow in Minshan still hasn't melted at all.

Zhuo Zhuo walked into the mourning hall with ease, and countless people persuaded her to mourn along the way.

She is mourning.

Zhuo Zhuo threw the paper money into the brazier expressionlessly.

She later found out that Jing Xing's urgent matter was the sudden death of his master, he was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so he didn't mention a word.

Later, he came back and died here too.

She was the only one left in the mourning hall, she stood up with her sword in her hand, and said, "Who's there?"