How many times the group portrait is spring

On Mount Zhongnan, Yun Jing would roll her eyes every day listening to the Taoist monks eating vegetarian food and discussing scriptures, and then looking at her senior brothers, Jing Rong closed her eyes and meditated quietly, Ning Qing often went to the library, she was alone in a hurry!

The scenery of Zhongnan Mountain is just right, the leaves are red and yellow intertwined, the murmur of the mountain stream can be faintly heard under the silence, and the mist of the distant mountains is like a painting.

Someone walked across the bridge bank alone. Yan Huai came to Zhongnan Mountain to give lectures on the feast of classics of a hundred schools of thought.

There are still some days before the lecture of the Sutra Feast, Yan Huai lives alone on Mount Zhongnan. When he has nothing to do, he often goes to the Book Pavilion of Zhongnanguan. The books he reads are mainly medical books. Chinese medicine is considered to be an extremely powerful branch, and many intractable and miscellaneous diseases can be solved in the hands of Taoist doctors.

Zhongnan Temple occupies a large area, but the temples and pavilions are not built high, and it is rare for a bookstore to have a small three-story building.Ning Qing thanked the Taoist priest who led the way, and walked slowly into the bookstore. He always walks lightly when entering bookstores, so as not to disturb others who are concentrating on reading.

Most of the books on the first floor are Taoist classics, and he has read a lot in Xuantianzong. Ning Qing goes to the second floor, and there are fewer books than the first floor. The higher-ups heard that without the permission of the abbot, it is not allowed to go.

Ning Qing simply stopped on the second floor. The design here is exquisite, and the light is so abundant that even without lighting the lights in the daytime, you can clearly see the books on the shelves and the books in your hands. The further you go, the more detailed the books are. There are also notes on some Taoists practicing medicine.

Ning Qing has always been interested in medical classics. Although he is not very talented in this area, he can solve some minor illnesses without any problem.He took out a thin book of Daoist medicine and looked at it, and after reading it, he put it back in its original place, and continued to find some interesting books along the bookshelf of Daoist medicine. He never thought that when he reached out to the upper shelf, another person The hand also touched the book.

Ning Qing let go, but the man pulled out the book rudely. When his eyes met, Ning Qing realized that the person in front of him was Yan Huai whom he had been thinking about day and night. Looking at Yan Huai anxiously, I'm afraid it's an illusion.

Yan Huai was also looking at him, frowning slightly, and handed the book in his direction again.

is to go.

"Don't go." Ning Qing's eyelashes trembled, and he reached out to grab Yan Huai's sleeve, "Su... Yan, Mr. Yan."

"I have seen you before, in Xuantianzong..."

When Ning Qing came back, the sun was slanting to the west, seeing his distraught appearance, Jing Rong couldn't help asking: "Zhelan, what's wrong."

"I'm really aggrieved, brother, he doesn't even remember me at all." Ning Qing lowered his brows, and said again: "But I can't help but think, he was so difficult at the beginning, how much he suffered to get to where he is now The No.1 position of Ghost Doctor."

With Ning Qing's obsession with Yan Suhui, since the reunion till now, except for the time when he vomited blood when they first met, his performance was too flat, which made Jing Rong wonder if Ning Qing would keep his heart in his heart, making him even more sad god.

"That Yan..." Jing Rong was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether he should be called Yan Huai or Yan Suhui.

"If you don't remember, then don't remember." Ning Qing sighed, and bent the corners of her lips bitterly: "If he doesn't remember me, we will start over."

"...Forget it, this is your business after all." Jing Rong had no choice but to wave his hand to signal Ning Qing to go back and rest.

He really doesn't understand, he doesn't understand how good the relationship is, so that he can be so affectionate. This child, Zhelan, has clearly suffered for 11 years, but now he feels distressed and doesn't remember his Yan Huai at all.

The rain outside the window fell again, it was a rare drizzle in the southern part of the country at this time of year, Ning Qing propped his face and watched quietly, the rain hitting the branches outside the window, the breeze sweeping the drizzle, and how much drizzle was dripping on the stream .

He seemed to be in a dream, the little blind man on crutches slowly walked towards him, he stretched out his hand, and he took it.

It was another teacher's punishment, the young man's tears were bitter and salty, and the hands covering his eyes were cold, but Shuihui softly comforted him by his side: "Zhelan, don't be afraid."

It was he who asked Shuhui in a gentle voice, what he wanted to learn, and he read it to him.

Blindfolded, Huihui hesitated for a moment, and replied: "I want to study medicine, and when I finish my studies, I will treat your illness."

Ning Qing couldn't help laughing for a moment, he knew that there was no cure for his heart disease, even Master Qingxuan, he just warned him to pay attention to his diet, don't have big mood swings, and take medicine and food to take care of him slowly.

But he couldn't bear to hurt the heart of the person in front of him, so the words he said became: "Okay, I'll wait for that day."

Now that he has really learned it, he is the No. 1 ghost doctor in the world, and Yao Wanggu also has to give up three points of the doctor. Except that he doesn't remember him, everything he said when he was young seems to have come true.

The fine pain penetrated into the bottom of my heart little by little, and it was all broken when those eyes looked at it.

Ning Qing coughed and opened her eyes, only to see a clear sky outside the window, it turned out that the rain had stopped.

Rain was still dripping under the eaves, and the drizzle in November could be called cold rain. The disciples of Zhongnan Temple distributed charcoal fires to each wing room, and accused their family of Zhengzheng Zhenren for wandering and not returning. Come back, this matter can only continue to be delayed.

Yan Huai also put away the charcoal fire, and he stood quietly under the eaves holding the flute, thinking about Ning Qing's backtracking, which seemed to be a long-lost whisper, and who whispered backtracking in his ear many years ago? .

Yan Huai is the first and last name given to him by Yanzhi, which can be traced back. It is a character he left behind after forgetting his past. And long. That's not a good word."

"My subordinates don't know." At that time, Yan Huai had just been rescued. He was still thin and weak, and he didn't have any thoughts about the lost past. Even he himself didn't know why he insisted on the word "backtracking" subconsciously.

Yan Zhi agreed to him, "The name is just a title, if you like it, keep it."

"Thank you, Lord." Yan Huai bowed his hands in return, Yan Zhi only waved his hand to signal him to back down.

The coldness of Zhongnan Mountain is no match for Yan Huai's ten and a half years of bloody journey.

What was Ning Qing playing in his lost years?

*****

Mo Lingyun opened a pancake stall at the foot of the mountain. He is good-looking, enthusiastic and skilled, and his business is booming.

At least when Jing Rong came, there was already a long queue in front of Mo Lingyun's pancake stall; Jing Rong stopped in front of the stall just to see if his apprentice was doing well, but was spotted by the sharp-eyed Mo Lingyun, who yelled to give it to him. Pancakes to eat.

Pancakes are fine, who can bear being stuffed with seven or eight cakes at a time, and it's the kind of scene that Mo Lingyun pulls back when Jing Rong wants to retreat.

Jing Rong, the person involved, was quite helpless, but the interaction between the master and the apprentice changed in the eyes of others.

The handsome young man in black tugged at the fairy sleeve, and when the two looked at each other, everything was silent.

The crescent-white costumes and the plain light jade crown can only be regarded as a foil on that young master. The light in his eyes is like the moonlight adding color. When he looked at the man in black, his plain eyes unconsciously She softened a little, and her slightly pursed lips curved slightly.

In heaven and earth, he should be unparalleled and noble.

The same was true for the man in black, his eyes seemed to be shattered into a bright smile, and the corners of his raised lips were unrestrained, revealing a small canine tooth.

He comes with a bit of publicity and blazing, and seems to be able to blaze with the noble moon and fairy, enter my mortal world, and know that my world of mortals is boundless and boundless.

The two of them stood side by side for no reason.

"Taste it, master, it's different from the one just now!" The wet eyes, with some light, looked like the puppy Jing Rong had seen begging for food in the outskirts of the city, cute and pitiful.

Jing Rong couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw such eyes, and in the end, Mo Lingyun continued to forcibly stuff the cakes; he still had to maintain his spirit of not wasting and ate them all.

The interaction between the two also broke the hearts of many girls queuing up to buy pancakes or watching beautiful men pancakes at the booth. In the vague scene, someone could only hear someone muttering that the handsome young man had his own owner.

Lord?What has the owner?No, this bread has no owner.

If the bakery stall owner hadn't been in a hurry to close the stall later, Jing Rong thought that Mo Lingyun could bake cakes forever, and when the two broke up, Mo Lingyun told Jing Rong very sincerely that when he learned more about how to eat, he would go back to the family. Let him do it for Jing Rong one by one.

Jing Rong wanted to refuse, but the words he said became good.

The early winter in Zhongnan Mountain was not as cold as late winter, but the damp fog mixed with the mountain wind blowing from time to time, it was not a problem that could be solved by wearing more clothes. People have a feeling that the inside of the house is not as warm as the outside.

Yun Jing also went down the mountain, and when she came back, Ning Qing was making tea with Jing Rong, she pulled a stool and sat down, then gave Jing Rong a thumbs up, and said: "Nephew Ling Yun is doing well." , You can call the pancake stall owner brothers and sisters at the foot of the mountain.”

Jing Rong, who had just been stuffed with seven or eight pancakes by Mo Lingyun when he went down the mountain before, choked up, pretending to be calm and said: "Is that so?"

"I've tried it, and it tastes pretty good." When mentioning food, Yun Jing couldn't stop laughing. Obviously, she didn't receive the same treatment from Mo Lingyun, such as the behavior of crazily stuffing food.

"Shouldn't we join in the show in our free time?" Ning Qing smiled, and handed Jing Rong a cup of freshly brewed tea.

"Yes." Ning Qing and Yun Jing would not know that when their senior brother said this, their hearts were heavy.

"By the way, they said that the Three-Life Tree in Zhongnan Temple is very spiritual, why don't we pay a visit when we have time?" Yun Jing changed the subject while drinking tea.

"Three-living tree?" Ning Qing paused, "Junior Sister, don't talk nonsense, Senior Brother cultivates the Dao of Heartlessness."

"Hey, whoever said that the Sanshengshu only requires marriage, and you can pray for anything." Yunjing objected, "I see that there are a lot of people going there recently."

"Is it very clever?" Ning Qing was thoughtful.

"That's not true." Yun Jing snorted twice, "That guy Nan Siyuan said it himself."

The lights in Ye Lai Jingrong's room were still on, as if he was concentrating on the contents of ancient books.

I don't know at what moment the masked man broke through the window and stabbed at Jing Rong with his sword in hand. Jing Rong stepped back and looked directly at the man. Who would have thought that he raised the sword and turned on the lamp the next moment, and the room was suddenly dark. Going down, the sharp sword did not stop dodging the figure by scene.

Jing Rong confronted the enemy with his bare hands, and his sight was not much affected when the lights went out. The masked man's sword was fast and powerful. Attack, one person defends firmly, and then dragging on, I don't know when it will be the end.

Mo Yue was too lazy to bother, Jing Rong brushed past the man's sword with two fingers together, the man wanted to withdraw the sword as if he was afraid of hurting Jing Rong, the next moment the sword in his hand lay on the ground.

With a wave of Jing Rong's hand, the room returned to the brightly lit appearance. He looked at the masked man who was stunned and said, "Naughty."