How many times the group portrait is spring

It was already the third watch when Yan Huai woke up hastily. He raised his hand to hold his aching chest. The recent turmoil in the southern border, the provocations of the demon clan have become more apparent. You can't show your flaws, otherwise the next target of the Yaozu's attack may be them.

This suddenly woke up, and there was no sleepiness.

Yan Huai got up and put on an outer shirt, and when he pushed the door out, a chill hit him, the moon was covered by clouds, and the light and shadow in the courtyard were also very faint, the medicine planted by the wall had already been bent over by the frost, Yan Huai looked at it He glanced twice and then retracted his gaze. This was planted by Shu Huayan forcibly, and it was euphemistically said that other flowers and plants were not liked by Yan Huai, so it would be no problem that this thing can be used as medicine, right?

The night wind was cold, and the other day at night was completely quiet. Yan Huai held the bamboo flute in his hand for a long time without saying a word. When he learned the flute music, he forgot, like a blank young man, shaking completely.

From the moment he opened his eyes, his life was forbidden. After recovering from his illness, he followed Qianqiu to wander around. To some extent, Qianqiu was not a good teacher, but he did pour out what he had learned all his life. teach.

Experimenting with medicine from time to time, the accumulated toxicity allowed him to cultivate a body that is invulnerable to all poisons. Only the skill of writing and seal cutting can quickly practice drawing qi into the body. Qianqiu is used to throwing hard work to Yan Huai, then watched with cold eyes, Yan Huai never complained, just immersed himself in doing it.

Qianqiu once turned his anger on Yan Huai because he was forced to accept his disciples. If Yan Huai came to ask about the miscellaneous diseases he had seen Yan Huai, Qianqiu would just look at him coldly, and when he saw Yan Huai wanting to read the book, he would reprimand: "If the patient is in an emergency, Does he have time to wait for you to flip through the book to find a cure?!"

To put it bluntly, it’s just making things difficult. How many people can memorize all the thick and complicated medical books after reading them once? He, he has already learned to study by himself, and he rarely reads the book in his hand a second time.

When Yan Huai asked about the disease for the first time, Qianqiu's old friend advised him that Yan Huai was just an apprentice, and it would be too dangerous for him to deal with this kind of thing. Don't be tied down by it any more."

Yan Huaiquan pretended not to hear, he searched day and night for the diagnosis and treatment of similar diseases, there was nothing in the book that he didn't understand, so he also openly asked Qianqiu, when the person was cured, Qianqiu looked at him and his eyes healed Get weird.

Even looking back, there is not much joy in the memory of these eleven years.

He once traveled thousands of miles with Qianqiu with his luggage on his back, and was once abandoned by Qianqiu at will in a corner of the mountain village. He became a mountain village doctor for half a month, and it was also in that half month that he first encountered the flute, which was played by the mountain village shepherd boy Youyou From then on, the sense of deja vu wrapped Yan Huai, who had already been immersed in boundless loneliness. Since then, he picked up the bamboo flute and never put it down again.

A few months after Yan Huai's recovery, he was ordered by Qian Qiu to put on a blindfold. The reason was that during a consultation, a young child was frightened by the color of Yan Huai's pupils and cried. Qian Qiu didn't like Yan Huai's green pupils at all. Think again His eyes consumed half of his life savings, so he simply took advantage of the problem to punish Yan Huai.

Since then, the ghost doctor Qianqiu has had a blind apprentice beside him. Yan Huai has always been indisputable, but he has become more aware of his own ugliness. It turns out that he can scare children to cry at night. No wonder someone wants to destroy him these eyes.

The banquet for those who taught him swordsmanship and cultivation methods is arranged in Dongyue. Yan Huai has already been fully booked for the four seasons of the year. He studies medicine in three seasons and practice in one season. The little time he squeezes out is used to learn the flute. The more he plays, the more at a loss. And can't bear to let go.

He forgot how long it had been since seeing Yanzhi for the first time and seeing him again. The waiter removed the gauze for him when he saw Yanzhi for the first time, and Yanzhi personally tore off the black cloth in front of his eyes when he saw Yanzhi for the first time.

"I spent so much money just to let you continue to make him blind?!" Yan Zhi angrily scolded.

Qian Qiu trembled and did not dare to speak, Yan Huai remained silent, Yan Zhi laughed back angrily: "No one will say anything, right?"

He didn't move, but the second protector behind him looked at Qianqiu with great interest, Qianqiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied: "Well, his eyes are too conspicuous, I have no choice but to make such a bad plan!"

"Knowing this is the worst policy, what is the best way?" Yan Zhi asked again.

"I, I'm following your wishes..." Qianqiu wanted to cry, but didn't the young palace master ask him to make Yan Huai as ordinary as possible?But how could he be an ordinary person with such eyes.

Feasting and deterring subordinates have always been measured, seeing that Qianqiu was quite frightened, he simply turned to Yan Huai and asked: "What about you, why don't you fight?"

"Ugly." Yan Huai responded lightly, without any fear.

"Ugly?" Yan Zhi smiled, "The ugliest thing is the human heart."

It seems that since then, Yan Huai has been able to look at the world openly, and Qianqiu has also restrained a lot of petty actions against him. After all, Yanzhi is moody, unpredictable, and one day he may be in a bad mood and Qianqiu will be gone. , it's better to finish teaching Yan Huai as early as possible so that he can escape.

On the day when Yan Huai left his teacher, it was raining heavily at night, he practiced with blood, the blood on the sword was still warm, when there was a sudden thunder outside the house, the blade of the sword was shining, and it also illuminated Yan Huai's face, he said calmly as always Practicing words: "Don't see you again, Master."

This was the first time Yan Huai called Master Qianqiu, and it was also the last time.

The overwhelming rain covered Liren's traces, and it also paved a new path for Yan Huai. Yan Huai became famous for killing his teacher, and I don't know if it is ironic.

The sound of the flute in the small courtyard is gradually rising, it is the moon hidden in the frost and cold, the people in the courtyard are not banished immortals, nor should they be people in this world.

When the snow falls in Zhongnan, the coldness sweeps across the surroundings. Nan Siyuan stands on the top of the mountain and overlooks it. It is not a good thing for ordinary people to live in the severe cold season.

Not long after the fifteenth year of the year, Ning Qing left the customs. The 29-year-old Jindan late stage has a bright future.

The worshipers were about to step through the threshold of Chunlan Hall, so Ning Qing temporarily closed the door to thank the guests, and only wanted to stabilize the realm.

When Jing Rong brought Mo Lingyun to meet Ning Qing, the three of them were in a good mood. A person like Jing Rong who doesn't leak his emotions easily also smiled. He held Ning Qing's hand and said with a smile: "Congratulations, junior brother, who has entered the golden elixir!" Late stage."

Ning Qing also laughed.

"Zhelan, you are now in the late stage of Jindan, and Jieying is not far away, so you should think of a Taoist name." Jing Rong looked at Ning Qing as if asking for advice.

Ning Qing hadn't considered the issue of the Dao name being so far away, but seeing that Jing Rong was happy, he followed suit: "Listen to senior brother."

"According to the speed of cultivation, if you can enter the Nascent Soul before your age, then you will be the Taoist Lord. Let me think about it." Jing Rong said happily, with a smile on his words and on his face, "This The Daoist name has to be somewhat related to your real name. Qing can be interpreted as elegant and noble. Junior brother, you are an elegant and noble person. The word you took from the text is good. I read an ancient book: May the name Siyoucao be broadcast on the Qing Huiqin In one word, wouldn’t it be better to take the character of the emblem, and if the emblem and the emblem match, the title is Daojun Wenhui?”

"it is good."

"Then it's called Wenhui, Wenhui." Jing Rong repeated it twice, and still felt that it was very suitable. He thought about giving Ning Qing a Taoist name for a long time, and he didn't know how many books he read before deciding on Wenhui [-] Words, now that Ning Qing agrees, he is naturally happy.

"Master, you call it forced buying and selling." Mo Lingyun sat down on his own, and his master was the only one talking about the whole process, and Master Ning said the whole process: Well, take it, okay.

Jing Rong turned her head when she heard the sound, the smile in her eyes never faded, even though she was reprimanded, she also smiled a little: "I should be the one to get your Dao name."

"The dao name?" Mo Lingyun blinked. The dao name can only be obtained after Yuanying, and it can be taken by oneself or an elder.

For example, Jingrong's Rongxie was taken by Taoist Tianquan for him, and Li Zhifeng's Beixiao was taken by himself.

"Yuanying...it's too far away..." Mo Lingyun shook his head pretentiously.

"There will be that day."

"However, Master, when you mentioned this, I remembered that Zhong Nan Guan's dog... Nan Daochang said that my meridian, Nan Jiang may have a solution, I forgot to mention it before." Mo Lingyun poked himself. The tall face smiled.

"Southern Xinjiang?" Jing Rong was startled.

"Meridians?" Ning Qing was also puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Jing Rong didn't even tell Ning Qing, Mo Lingyun looked left and right at the two of them, carefully asked: "Did I say something wrong..."

"It's okay, Zhelan is not an outsider." Jing Rong returned to his senses, and said to Ning Qing: "Lingyun has some problems with his meridians, and I'm looking for a solution."

"I see."

"Wait here for me first, I'll be back soon." Jing Rong walked away with his sword.

Mo Lingyun, who was still sitting, tilted his head and asked, "Master, why are you here, Master?"

"Let's go to the Library Pavilion."

"Master is going to Zangshuge too?" Mo Lingyun expressed shock, who knew that he would feel dizzy when he entered that place.

"Isn't it normal to go to Zangshu Pavilion?" Ning Qing, a frequent visitor of Zangshu Pavilion, smiled, and sat down and poured a cup of tea for Mo Lingyun. There is a mystery.

"Okay." Mo Lingyun held the teacup and blew on the water mist, muttering, "Master, you cultivated so fast. When you were in the Shuyang Secret Realm, the doctor said you injured your source."

"Injury to the source?" The speaker had no intention, but the listener intended. When Ning was awake, he didn't realize that there was a problem with his source, and even felt it became more stable, as if his meridians had undergone a baptism.

"That's right, didn't Master find a doctor to unblock your meridians?" Mo Lingyun slammed his mouth, the tea was a little hot.

"The five elements follow each other, and wood is born of water..." Ning Qing thought for a while, and his thoughts suddenly became clear, "Who is this doctor?"

"It seems to be called Yan... Yan..." Mo Lingyun tried hard to think about it.

"Yan Huai?" Ning Qing answered for him instead.

"Yes, that's him." Mo Lingyun affirmed.

Ning Qing lowered his eyes and was speechless for a while, the five elements follow each other, and wood is born of water, which not only hurts the source, but dredging the meridians is nothing more than transforming one's own spiritual power to cross others.

Yan Huai has transformed his own spiritual power into his stable source...

Ning Qing couldn't express his joys and sorrows, Yan Huai's eyes were always cold, but when he looked at him, there was always some hesitation, and the traces of hesitation surrounded Ning Qing's eyes with tenderness.

He remembered that Yan Huai's fingertips were slightly cold when he glanced under the three-life tree and touched the bookstore unintentionally. He also remembered that earlier, when Suhui was beside him and listened to him playing the flute, it was Mingyue who had no heart and no heart.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Ning Qing had been distracted for too long, and was pulled back to his thoughts by Mo Lingyun's call.

"It's okay, let's wait for senior brother, he should be here soon." Ning Qing recovered, "Let's talk about your meridians first."

"Ah... That's right, my congenital meridian is broken."