How many times the group portrait is spring

Ning Qing has experienced a lot of hardships in his life, and he has also been whipped by the seven precepts of the highest punishment, or the cold rain hit his body, and his old diseases relapsed, but he has never felt so much pain.

Gu doctors can't cure mother-in-law Gu, and pain-relieving decoctions are like drinking poison to quench thirst. Ning Qing was so painful that she almost fainted and then woke up. It was the thunder outside the window, the lights in the house flickering, and the silent doctors were helpless.

"Medicine...give me the medicine..." Ning Qing gripped the quilt tightly, his lips turned white from his bite, the big Gu doctor told him not to take the pain-relieving plaster twice a day, but he really, was going crazy in pain.

"Master... uncle, no way..." The younger doctor couldn't bear it, but he still obeyed the doctor's advice.

Ning Qing was in so much pain that he didn't know when the tears fell, and the fishy-sweet taste in his mouth was also numb. At this moment, he wished that he would lose consciousness.

When Ning Qing was so painful that his vision was blurred, someone sat down next to him. The man was covered with the chill of the early winter rain, and his hair was a bit of a mess, but he wanted to say coldly: "Do you know that?" Taking too much ointment will lead to addiction, and it will do all kinds of harm without any benefit."

"Yan... Yan Huai?" Ning Qing groped and grabbed the corner of Yan Huai's clothes, and couldn't control the tears from falling. He even trembled when he spoke: "I... I won't eat...you, you accompany me Look at me... I won't be in pain..."

The man in his arms was crying hard, and the hands around his neck tightened even more. Yan Huai remained motionless for a long time as if indifferent, but couldn't bear to push him away.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Don't... don't leave me... I won't hurt..." Ning Qing tried hard to absorb the warmth from that person, tears had already wet Yan Huai's clothes, he hurts, he hurts so much, but if it hurts so much The closer he gets to Yan Huai, the more he will be happy.

"Stop dreaming." Yan Huai said coldly, but he still couldn't help but push the person away from him.

"You are not a dream...you are my Huihui..." Ning Qing lost his strength, but he didn't dare to let go of Yan Huai, he was afraid that if he let go, this person would disappear...

"It's Yan Huai, not Su Hui."

"Whether it's Yan Huai or backtracking, you are you... Where my heart goes..."

Yan Huai forgot how he coaxed Ning Qing to sleep, but it was the first time he knew that he really had the effect of relieving pain. Tonight was the last night of Zhu Lian's mother-in-law bond. There was thunder and rain outside the house, and Yan Huai applied it. Using the sound insulation method, one person pushed open the door.

Rong Si outside the house quietly knelt down and called out: "Your Majesty."

"Go to the Demon Realm."

No one knows what deal Yan Huai made to get the Nine-tailed Black Lotus from the leader of the Fox Clan. life.

Therefore, the nine tails bloom alone, and the lotus heart is like pearls and jade. It seems to be the most pure and beautiful in this world, but it was born in the blood marsh corpse mountain.

The ink lotus in Yan Huai's palm is full of scattered light, thousands of miles of silent clouds and rain, and it has been burning since then; Rong Si is holding the umbrella for Yan Huai, and for the first time he feels that the mansion in front of him is so strange, the mansion should not be like this, he should live in In the clouds, do not stain the world.

With the Nine-Tails Black Lotus as a medicine guide, it is not so difficult to unravel the Zhu Lian Mu Gu.

It was still raining outside the house, and Yan Huai's face was rarely pale. The lotus petals he boiled by himself exuded a strange fragrance.

Ning Qing was still wearing the string of hibiscus stones he gave him on his wrist hanging down, Yan Huai glanced down, held Ning Qing's hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, he helped him up, tapped the acupoints and fed the decoction one mouthful at a time.

He didn't show any expression the whole time, maybe he didn't want to express anything himself.

When the rain stopped, Ning Qing opened his eyes, the bedside was empty, and the soup on the table was completely cold. If he hadn't lost all the pain, Ning Qing might have suspected that he was dreaming last night.

Ning Qingjing waited for the Gu doctor to make a diagnosis, and heard the man muttering: "It shouldn't be...how could it be...this mother-child Gu is accompanied..."

"It's great, Master Uncle is fine." He also put aside such words of congratulation.

Ning Qing lowered his eyes to look at the bowl of cool soup, there was no medicine residue left in the soup, and there was no trace of what was used as medicine, just like the person coming and going like the wind.

The beautiful woman's eyebrows were pitiful, but Ning Qing lowered her eyes and missed everyone's looking, and only asked softly: "Where is Yan Huai, the other Tianfu Lord?"

"I'm diagnosing and treating the wounded in the medicine shed." A disciple answered him with cupped fists.

Ning Qing waved his hand to show that he knew, and a sleeve of clouds and water swayed to cover his face. He didn't know much about the mother-child Gu, but he also knew that it was not so easy to solve.

He has suffered successive setbacks since the Shuyang Secret Realm hurt the origin. When Yan Huai was there, everything was always solved very well. I also know how much energy was wasted by his taciturn temper.

When Shu's Nest took a look, it was still Yan Huai who protected him.

Let's talk about today's mother-child Gu, Yan Huai didn't say a word, it doesn't mean that the cost of breaking the Gu doesn't exist.

Is it a preference or a burden?Ning Qing didn't want to think deeply, and it was impossible to let go. He was the one he had identified, the one he would never let go of no matter what, the love of his life.

Yan Huai is very busy. He seems to be very busy all the time. There are always various things that keep him busy. There are not a few monks who are poisoned and injured in the medicine shed. He is so busy that he hardly has a break.

The demon clan outside the defense line also retreated a lot, presumably because they were deterred by the reinforcements.

Ning Qing stood not far from the medicine shed and looked at the busy black figure. When passing a medicine handkerchief, he was stopped halfway, and he was often followed by Yan Huai's bodyguard.

Ning Qing paused, and then heard Rong Si say: "Young Master Ning is self-respecting, my family doesn't like contact with strangers."

Yan Huai only glanced at him and then lowered his gaze, picked up various medicines and wrapped them up, pretending that the two of them didn't exist.

"I..." Ning Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to say, she glanced at Yan Huai tentatively and said softly: "My name is Ning Qing, a disciple of Xuantian Sect, this time we will fight against the monsters in the southern border... "

"It's not your Xuantianzong that my family's lord is helping." Rong Si blocked, "Mr. Ning, please come back."

"...I was the one who bothered you." Ning Qing cupped his hands and looked at Yan Huai again. He still didn't say a word, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

When Ning Qing was far away, Yan Huai paused. Seeing that the sky was bright and the doctors and cultivators were hurrying back and forth, the medicine in his hand was also prescribed for the disease.

This is an ordinary winter day in southern Xinjiang. The sun is so warm that people doubt the word winter, but early winter in southern Xinjiang is like this. There is no snow, no wind and frost, just like early spring.

It was colder at night, and the lit lamps warmed up the room, which couldn't dispel the cold wind outside. The prescription was written under the Yanhuai lamp, and I heard the report from Rongsi: "Your Majesty, a letter from the Young Palace Master."

He unfolded the letter paper and said a few words, which was another admonition.

Yan Huai picked up the pen, paused for a moment, and then answered after a while: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this matter in southern Xinjiang, I will definitely have nothing to do with Ning Qing."

Rong Si should have informed Yan Zhi about his taking Nine-Tails Mo Lian, but Yan Huai had no intention of blaming him, it was because he was reckless and didn't think ahead, and he should be punished for doing something wrong.

Mo Lingyun, who was far away in the extreme north, was sitting on the ice and fishing. Although his fishing basket was empty, it did not hinder his interest in fishing for nothing.

He and Yan Huai have known each other for nearly 14 years. He can't understand how cold this person is. He once thought that a person like Yan Huai must be a lonely person to die, but when he met Ning Qing, he lost his sense of control repeatedly.

What is the Nine-Tails Black Lotus? One plant is cast in Baili Mountain, which can bloom one petal every 900 years, and it takes at least [-] years to grow a black lotus into a flower.

The last time Mo Lingyun saw Nine-Tails Mo Lian was when he first met Yan Huai. In order to get rid of the remaining poison on his body, he spent all his resources and used coercion to force Qianqiu to take out Mo Lian, which he had hidden for a hundred years.

Yan Huai always likes to handle things by himself, who knows how much effort he spent to get Mo Lian from Hu Jiu.

"No one will remember your good, stupid." Mo Lingyun murmured, some things are too simple for others to do, so they don't think it's a big deal, let alone remember this person's kindness.

That is to say, Yan Huai is reticent and doesn't like to publicize. If Yan Huai meets someone other than Yan Zhi, who would cherish such a talent.

The words of Yan Huai's response were exhausted in the air, Mo Lingyun raised his eyes to look at the stars under the deep curtain, looked away half-necessarily to look at his empty fish basket, and murmured in a low voice: "It's time for the fish to take the bait. "

For nearly four years, he has planned and planned his banquet, imitating Shu Huayan's stupid words and deeds, what he wants is not the position of the head disciple of the Xuantian Sect, and he will never stop being the head of the Eastern Realm.

When Mo Lingyun stood up with the fish basket in hand, Jing Rong, who happened to be free, was also walking towards him, and the two walked towards each other on the flat ice, Mo Lingyun adjusted his mood and showed a big smile: "Master! "

"Isn't it cold?" Jing Rong stopped in front of Mo Lingyun, and when he saw Mo Lingyun's words, he almost gasped.

"Well, a little bit." Mo Lingyun pursed his lips and looked down at him.

"Remember to wear more when you go out, or bring a cold protection beads." Mo Lingyun was covered with a loose coat. Jing Rong checked whether the clothes fit well, and then closed his eyes when he felt that it was not bad.

"I don't know where to put the cold-proof beads with me." Mo Lingyun shook his head and walked side by side with Jing Rong, "It's better to follow Master! Master will remind me to wear more!"

"You, you." Jing Rong sighed half helplessly and half pamperingly. He has been very busy recently, but he can't help thinking about Mo Lingyun. He never thought that Mo Lingyun would become more and more useless because of this concern. Afraid.

"Master will miss me, right?" Mo Lingyun took two steps forward and stood in front of Jing Rong.

Jing Rong paused, and said neither dodging nor dodging: "Yes."

Mo Lingyun was very coaxing, and this sentence made him laugh again. He leaned closer to Jing Rong and said, "I also miss Shizun a lot. I said I went fishing today to make a bowl of fish soup for Shizun, but it's a pity..."

He glanced at his empty fish basket, and the rest of his words were self-evident.

"You want to eat fish?" Jing Rong looked at him.

"It's okay." Mo Lingyun laughed, and as soon as the words finished, Jing Rong made a gesture, and a fat and jumping fish just broke through the ice and flew into Mo Lingyun's arms.

"I..." Mo Lingyun choked up, sometimes the master is too serious and doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, really he can get you whatever you want.