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"Ling Yun?!" Jing Rong's complexion changed, and he realized that he regarded Yan Huai as a villain, and he didn't even go to see his poisoned apprentice.

"He's fine, who dares to touch your apprentice of Taoist Rongxie." Yan Huai's tone added a bit of sarcasm, he turned and left without looking at the shattered masks and the dusty flute on the ground.

"Sorry..." Jing Rong was dumbfounded for a moment, ignoring Yan Huai to apologize, and hastily opened the door of Mo Lingyun's room, "Lingyun?"

Mo Lingyun lay paralyzed, heard Jing Rong came, turned his head to look at him, and shouted aggrievedly: "Master..."

"I heard that you were poisoned? How are you doing now?" Jing Rong was a little flustered. He wanted to touch Mo Lingyun's head but was afraid of accidentally hurting him. He stood by the bed like this, but seemed at a loss for what to do.

"Uh, it's a little numb." Mo Lingyun thought about it seriously, and then asked, "It was so noisy outside just now, what's wrong?"

Realizing that he probably beat Yan Huai who detoxified Mo Lingyun as a villain, Jing Rong felt a little guilty, and replied in a low voice: "It's nothing."

"Oh." Mo Lingyun really believed it, and looked at Jing Rong eagerly, "Master, I'm cold."

Jing Rong tucked the quilt up for him, "Is it cold? I'll go and give you an extra quilt."

"Master is not cold here." Mo Lingyun smiled.

"Then Master is with you." Jing Rong sat down beside Mo Lingyun's bed, reached out to check the temperature of Mo Lingyun's forehead, and then stopped.

"Master, can you tell me a story? I have never been coaxed to sleep when I grow up." Mo Lingyun rubbed Jing Rong's palm, and didn't mention his poisoning. The main reason is that the reason for the poisoning is embarrassing. .

"A story? I don't seem to have..." Jing Rong paused, and then Mo Lingyun said: "Anything is fine, I just feel that Master is with me, and I feel at ease."

"That's good... Once upon a time, there was a big family. They had a very good reputation in the city and treated people well. The eldest son didn't like the halo around him, so he went out to fight alone, but when he came back, the whole family was surrounded by demon cultivators." Extinct, only my younger brother who is not full moon is left hiding in the cellar."

"Since then, the eldest son has given up his heart and vowed to avenge his clan, but on the way to escape, he lost his true love in Jianghu. Since then, he has given up his love and heart and practiced hard in the sword sect." Jing Rong said slowly, Mo Lingyun Hearing this, he fell into deep thought, "Who is this person?"

"Your uncle Ning Ning Jiuchen." Jing Rong answered him, and touched Mo Lingyun's head again, "So, don't blame your uncle for being cold and stubborn. After such a huge change, it is impossible for people to remain unchanged."

"Then, why did Moxiu want to destroy their clan?"

"For the illusory formula of longevity, Yan Qikeng, the master of Qianjiu Palace, killed countless people." Jing Rong closed his eyes, and even after Ning Jiuchen worshiped under the Xuantian sect for protection, the demon cultivator Ning Ning said to them. The remaining two in the family are still undecided.

"Is that so?" Mo Lingyun sighed.

"Did it make you sleepless?" Jing Rong was a little helpless, he knew too few stories, except for the great power of his predecessors, it was the stories of the people around him. Thinking about those Guangwei deeds, Mo Lingyun even listened to them very boring , he also picked a more recent talk.

"It's okay." Mo Lingyun looked up at him, "What about your story, Master?"

"Me? I don't have any stories. I've been cultivating so far, and it's been smooth and smooth." Jing Rong thought for a while, and found that he really had nothing worth talking about, except that he blocked the Seven Commandments for Ning Qing that year, and didn't let Master Jiuchen Beat people to death.

"Then, then, you and Uncle Ning have such a good relationship, did you grow up together?" Mo Lingyun changed the subject.

"I watched him grow up." Jing Rong's lips curved slightly.

"Looking like you were young?" Mo Lingyun was taken aback, and asked cautiously: "Then Master, how old are you now?"

"I have been in Taoism for more than ninety years."

Mo Lingyun was dumb, he stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Rong's sleeve, and said hastily: "Oh...then let's sleep..."

"It was you who slept." Jing Rong, who had succeeded in scaring people, was in a good mood. He stuffed Mo Lingyun's hands back into the quilt, and turned off the light, "Everything will be fine when I get up tomorrow, good night."

*****

Even if Yan Huai avoided seven or eight out of ten of Daoist Yuanying's sword power, the remaining two or three were enough to cause him internal damage; Yan Huai stared at the half-burned wick, blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his lips, he stretched out his hand Wiping the blood stains from his lips, he lowered his gaze for a moment.

Jing Rongyuan is much more difficult to deal with than they imagined. This supreme reputation is not in vain, but Yan Huai can't figure it out. Where did the Xuantianzong go to have such great luck to pick up such a powerful inheritance of Jing Rong? By.

Can Xuantianzong's great luck last for ten thousand years?

Yan Huai didn't believe it, he didn't believe in Yanzhi, and the forces that were ready to move in secret didn't believe it either. What's more, there is not a single Daoist King in this world.

The Yuanying Dzogchen, who is less than fifty years old and does not follow crooked ways of cultivation, can be compared to Jingrong, the unparalleled Taoist Rongxie?

With the help of the secret treasure that Shu Huayan found in the secret realm of Shuyang, Yanzhi's breakthrough to transform into a god is just around the corner.

Yan Huai closed his eyes, holding the Zihao pen out of thin air in his hand, and the proficient formulas were hooked into paperless runes and scattered in the air. Although he majored in medicine, he dabbled in sword, talisman and alchemy, even if he was not as professional as medicine. It is also enough.

I heard that the high priest will come back in three days to preside over the Thousand Lantern Festival, the festival of the Gu tribe, and pray for a year of good weather and good health for all things.

Mo Lingyun was already alive and kicking when Ning Qing left the customs, and he was the one who came to tell them about this.

"Isn't the Gu Clan's Thousand Lantern Festival in April?" Ning Qing, who had acquired the knowledge of the Gu Clan, was a little confused. Now that it's almost the end of May, can such a big festival be postponed?

"I heard that a nobleman came, and Qiandeng specially postponed it for the nobleman, and wanted to invite the nobleman to enjoy the grand scene of Qiandeng together." Mo Lingyun said exactly what he had heard.

"Great man?" Ning Qing lowered his eyes. He didn't expect what would make the Gu people call the existence of noble people, but the noble people meant that they were definitely not them. The Gu people's attitude towards the cultivation world has always wished them to go far away. , even if the two belong to the same camp.

Jing Rong realized in an instant that the so-called nobleman was most likely Yan Huai, but he didn't really want to tell Ning Qing that Yan Huai was in southern Xinjiang, so he kept silent for a while.

But Jingrong probably forgot that they were in the same village, and they would always meet when they looked up and looked down.

With Ning Qing's obsession with Yan Huai, how could he fail to recognize him.

Even though Yan Huai's black hat almost covered his whole face, Ning Qing could recognize him at a glance.

"...Yan Huai, long time no see." When he saw him, he was filled with joy, and the joy bloomed from the bottom of his eyes, and spread into a smile on the corners of his lips when the man stopped walking. Smile with a sense of distance.

That is the softness of the demeanor, the joy that can only be shown when treating the person you love.

Yan Huai stopped, lifted a corner of the bamboo hat to look at Ning Qing, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No, it's nothing... I just wanted to ask you, how are you doing recently?" Ning Qing, who was gentle and erudite in front of others, felt cramped like a new love.

"Shang Ke." Yan Huai is not a person who likes to talk or answer nonsense, but if the person talking nonsense to him is Ning Qing, then he can probably say a few more words.

"Well... just live well." Ning Qing couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, he looked up at Yan Huai again, and asked quite cautiously: "By the way, do you have an appointment for the Thousand Lantern Festival?"

"No." Yan Huai told the truth.

"Then, let's go watch together?" Ning Qing's smile grew stronger, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to see Yan Huai's expression, and tried to remedy the abruptness by saying, "Well, I want to thank you for Shuyang Secret Realm For my kindness."

"……it is good."

The postponed Thousand Lantern Festival is approaching, and Mo Lingyun, who eats spicy food, has recently become obsessed with Gu embroidery, and even plans to embroider Jing Rong with a small animal on his cuff.

Jing Rong, who received Mo Lingyun's gift, considered it for a long time, and said, "This is... a bear?"

"This is a rabbit!" Mo Lingyun seriously corrected, "Master, look, I even embroidered grass on the side of the rabbit."

"Ah... oh." Jing Rong hesitated to speak.

"Where did this little bear come from?" Ning Qing, who just entered the door, looked at the coarse cloth in Jing Rong's hand and smiled, "It's quite expressive."

"Master! This is the rabbit I embroidered!" Mo Lingyun looked sad and indignant.

"It turned out to be a rabbit." Ning Qing quickly changed his words, although the thing in Jing Rong's hand looked more like a bear, but looked closer, it looked like a big pig sitting up.

Even though both of them guessed his rabbit was a bear, Mo Lingyun's interest remained undiminished. He looked at Jing Rong and said, "Master, let me pin the rabbit on for you?"

"...No need." Jing Rong who dotes on his apprentice chooses to refuse.

"...Master thinks it's ugly?" Mo Lingyun felt aggrieved, and reached out to grab Jing Rong's good embroidery that said rabbit or bear, "Then I'll throw it away..."

"...No." Jing Rong shrank his hand, and Mo Lingyun took a breath, "That's not what I meant."

After all, it was Mo Lingyun's wish to turn the ugly into the ugly, so how could Jing Rong go back and hurt Mo Lingyun's heart, but he couldn't find an excuse to refuse other clothes.

"Senior nephew, don't think too much about it. Senior brother is because most of the clothes are Suzhou embroidery, which is different from Gu embroidery. He is afraid that the wrong needle and thread will damage the rabbit you embroidered for him, so he doesn't want to." Ning Qing said to Jing at the speed of light. Rong made an excuse.

"Is that so?" Mo Lingyun laughed.

"Yes." Jing Rong, who couldn't make up a reason, admitted it decisively.

"Then master, please put it away carefully. This is the first time I embroidered something to give away." Mo Lingyun pursed his lips and smiled, obviously very satisfied with the one he embroidered. The rabbit is not like a rabbit.

"Yes." Jing Rong nodded.

But Mo Lingyun gave him another rabbit on the Thousand Lantern Festival, made of foxtail grass, the kind that would shake its ears in the wind, it was full of life and very cute.

Mo Lingyun pinched the pole of the dog's tail grass, and said, "I know the rabbit I embroidered last time didn't look like it, but it was a gift I had prepared for a long time. Let's make up a like rabbit for Master today?"

"Okay." Jing Rong looked at the dog-tailed rabbit wagging left and right, and unconsciously lowered his gaze, "This rabbit is very good, and the last one was also very good."