How many times the group portrait is spring

Jing Rong's sword wounded Yan Huai himself. He hadn't left the town yet, so he found a courtyard to recuperate. He was also waiting for Rong Sa and Shu Hua to feast on them when they came back.

At the beginning of the morning, the mist was cool, Yan Huai looked at the carp leaping pond, and unconsciously closed his eyes, and opened them again when the knock on the door sounded, he opened the door, only to see that standing outside the door was Rongxie Daoist and His apprentice.

"Why are you here?"

"Seek medical attention."

Yan Huai went dumb, he didn't expect that he would be visited by the dignified Taoist one day for medical treatment.

"Yes, genius doctor, please save my uncle!" Mo Lingyun followed suit.

"My consultation fee is very high."

"As long as my junior brother can be cured, Jing Rong will not hesitate."

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time Yan Huai saw Ning Qing, nor was it the first time he saved him, the first time was in Xuantianzong.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he, who never liked to be in contact with people, extended a helping hand to Ning Qing, who was so overjoyed that he fainted.

this time.

A light blue streamer lingered on Yan Huai's fingertips, Ning Qing on the couch was pale, and the eyebrows were furrowed as if they had never been smoothed.

Yan Huai spread out the needle, then glanced at the unconscious Ning Qing, he seemed to have heard such a weak heartbeat before, in a dream?Or earlier?He doesn't remember.

The ghost doctor's knowledge of the veins of the human body has reached the peak, and Yan Huai is a water spirit root, so it is perfect for him to dredge the veins for Ning Qing.

Yan Huai injected the acupuncture points. He didn't intend to touch Ning Qing, but his spiritual power was blocked outside Ning Qing's body. It seemed that physical contact was necessary.

He doesn't like to have physical contact with people, and he has a bit of a cleanliness habit, but when he held Ning Qing's left hand, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

When the fingers are intertwined, the warmth is transmitted, and the water-type spiritual power is testing and guiding the chaotic wood-type spiritual power. When the two spiritual powers meet, Ning Qing has almost no resistance and lets the spiritual power belonging to Yan Huai flow towards his heart. The veins raged away.

Yan Huai was stunned unconsciously, but he didn't expect that Ning Qing would not have the slightest resistance to him as a stranger. He tried to inject his own spiritual power into Ning Qing's body, but he was fully accepted.

As the spiritual energy cleared, Ning Qing's complexion became more and more peaceful. Yan Huai calculated that the veins were almost cleared, so he let go of the hands they held. When he put away his things and planned to leave, he was still in a coma The person in the middle reached out and grabbed his sleeve with such light force that Yan Huai didn't want to break away immediately. He looked at Ning Qing and heard the person whisper: "Tuhui..."

"How could you..." Yan Huai was stunned. Few people knew his words, but now they easily appeared in the mouth of a righteous monk.

He looked at the unconscious Ning Qing for a moment, then withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and pushed open the door.

"Zhelan, he..." Waiting outside the house were the two masters and apprentices who had invited him.

"He will wake up in three hours. He has hurt his original source this time. If he wants to recover as before, he must cultivate more warmly and calmly." Yan Huai's expression was light.

After hearing Yan Huai's words, Jing Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What about the consultation fee?"

"You owe me a promise as a Taoist monarch." This consultation fee sounds simple, but if the person who owes it is Jing Rong, it is not an ordinary high price.

Jing Rong looked at Yan Huai, and didn't answer immediately. Sometimes, owed a favor is more difficult than owed money.

"A promise that neither violates the morality in your heart, nor exceeds your ability." Yan Huai added.

"Okay." Jing Rong didn't hesitate this time.

When Ning woke up, the medicine on the table was still cold, and the first moment his eyes were clear, he saw the scene beside the bed, and he also called out: "Senior brother."

Jing Rong took a ladle of soup and medicine to feed him, instead of asking about the secret realm, he just said, "Zhelan, let's go back to the sect."

"it is good."

Mo Lingyun left the sect at the beginning of spring, and finally embarked on the road to return to the sect at the end of autumn.

As for Jing Rong's split soul, it disappeared when Jing Rong opened the secret realm and returned to the original source. This time, not only Ning Qing had to retreat to stabilize the original source, but Jing Rong also had to retreat to stabilize the soul.

The magic weapon of the boat sailed across the clouds, Mo Lingyun was lying on the side of the boat watching, and beside him was a scene standing upright, while Ning Qing was resting with his eyes closed, the atmosphere was extremely peaceful.

When they arrived at Xuantianzong, Taoist Qingxuan had already brought the disciples of the Medical Pavilion to wait outside the door. She felt Ning Qing's veins with her wide sleeves turned, and said, "Someone injected spiritual power to stabilize your meridians?"

"I...don't know." Ning Qing, who had no idea what happened when he passed out, hesitated.

"Yes, uncle, how is Zhelan doing now?" Jing Rong answered for him.

"Since someone has stabilized the origin for him, there is nothing serious." Taoist Qingxuan said, pointing to Ning Qing, "But you still have to go to Qingyun Peak with me, prepare some pills, and prepare to retreat .”

"Yes, uncle."

Lingxiao Palace

"How long will Master be in seclusion this time?" Mo Lingyun asked.

"Half moon."

"...Oh, then you have to take care of yourself." Mo Lingyun looked at Jing Rong's back, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. Their reunion was too hasty. He wanted to say that he missed Master very much and wanted to ask, Does he still remember to take him to see the mountain flowers?

In the days when Jing Rong was not around, Mo Lingyun was the only one left in the Great Lingxiao Palace. He turned his eyes several times, and still focused on Panasonic's ginseng. Look at this pine forest, it would be a pity not to raise chickens.

Mo Lingyun walked from the northern border to the south of the Yangtze River, and from the south of the Yangtze River back to Xuantianzong. Along the way, there were many things he wanted to make for Jing Rong, but unfortunately he couldn't make it. Now that he is free in the sect, he will Started tinkering.

The day when Jing Rong left the customs was cloudless, Mo Lingyun smiled brightly like an idiot, he pulled Jing Rong's sleeve and took him to see the food he had prepared, muttering: "On the way to the south of the Yangtze River, the master couldn't eat it. It’s delicious, this time I’ll make it up in one go.”

"This is almond butter, this is loquat candy, and sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Mo Lingyun pointed at them one by one, and then took a small pot to Jingrong. "And this! Ginseng black chicken soup! It's nourishing!"

Mo Lingyun's smile was very contagious. Seeing him jumping up and down like this, Jing Rong couldn't help but bend his lips, and then he heard Mo Lingyun say: "Also, Master, did I say that I miss you very much?" .”

Mo Lingyun gave him a bear hug, and his raised voice became a little lower, "I don't know if you are doing well in Zongli by yourself..."

"I'll be with you all the time." Jing Rong patted Mo Lingyun on the shoulder to signal him to let go, and when the eyes of the two met again, he added: "I'll take you to see flowers."

He came to the promise of Jiangnan.

Although Jing Rong promised Mo Lingyun that it was a fruit forest, the fruit trees planted in Yushan never follow the usual path. They are out of season, and in this late autumn, the flowers are blooming.

Jing Rong took Mo Lingyun to Plant Jade Mountain on a sunny day. Before they entered the mountain, Mo Lingyun knew that Jing Rong had not lied to him. Although they were separated by a distance, they could already vaguely see the color of the white snow on the mountain.

He pulled Jing Rong's sleeve and asked, "Master, why are you wearing moon white today?"

Jing Rong stopped, turned around and said, "I'm afraid that if the color is light, you won't be able to find me if the mountain wind blows."

The moon white is between blue and white, different from the shallow crescent white, and it will not be misunderstood and lost when the flowers are blooming.

But when he really went up the mountain, when the pear blossoms were blowing in the wind, Mo Lingyun still felt that he couldn't see clearly, the moon white melted into the rain of flowers all over the sky, it was clearly a few steps away, when the scene looked back, those eyes looked at him Mo Lingyun only felt that the two of them were thousands of miles apart.

In a familiar scene, he held Jing Rong's wrist as usual.

"Ling Yun?" Jing Rong was a little puzzled.

"...Master, walk slowly, I can't keep up." Mo Lingyun paused, and the words he spoke unconsciously changed completely.

"Okay." Since he opened his mouth, Jing Rong naturally slowed down, leading him to look at the mountain of flowers.

The fruit trees in Zhongyu Mountain are mainly pear trees and apple trees, but there are also many new wild flowers on the road, which seem to be suitable for the scene, and most of them are as plain as pear blossoms.

When they got to the tallest and thickest pear tree on Zhongyu Mountain, Jing Rong stopped. He raised his hand and bowed, saying: "I only wish Lingyun to be happy every year and be free from worries and illnesses."

Back then, his master asked him to swear under the pear tree to defend the righteous way in the world. Now he has brought his only apprentice. He doesn't ask Mo Lingyun to be unprecedented, but asks him to live a happy life without disease.

Mo Lingyun also bowed, he had no idea, but when Jing Rong finished speaking, he was slightly taken aback.

"Is there anything Ling Yun wants to do?" Jing Rong bowed to the ancient tree, and Fang turned to face Mo Lingyun.

"Me?" Mo Lingyun paused after hearing the words, and said uncertainly: "I want to use my sword to end the world."

After finishing speaking, he himself felt embarrassed and tried to remedy: "This kind of thinking...would it be too far..."

"Since it's what you want to do, you won't." Jing Rong was still gentle, and said softly with downcast eyes: "If I'm not here, you have to take care of yourself, don't be bullied by others, and remember not to expose Your congenital meridians are broken."

Mo Lingyun didn't listen too much, his eyes were all attracted by the small mole on Jing Rong's eyelid when he looked down, he thought they had known each other for more than a year, but he didn't realize until now that there was a mole on Jing Rong's right eyelid , a very small mole, which is invisible when you open your eyes.

Mo Lingyun reached out to touch it, Jing Rong was startled, but he didn't move away, subconscious trust made him feel that Ling Yun would not hurt him.

"Master, there is actually a small mole here." Mo Lingyun said softly.

"It's there from birth." Jing Rongying heard from the elders of the Taoist sect that he didn't care how difficult this mole was, and he never picked it out.

Ke Lingyun said: "It's very beautiful."

Jing Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling, so he had to stiffly return to the original topic: "Remember, don't let others know about your meridians, everything will be dealt with after I find a solution."

"Okay." Mo Lingyun's voice was mixed with a bit of tenderness. The branches of the ancient trees swayed under the gentle wind, and the scattered flowers rained down, forming a pair of figures. This is when the flowers in the northern region are blooming, comparable to the snowy mountains in winter.