How many times the group portrait is spring

Yan Huai's vision was dark when he woke up, he lit a lamp uncertainly, and suddenly realized that he had returned to the first time when he had memories - he couldn't see.

The darkness at the beginning and the emptiness in his memory made Yan Huai climb with faith step by step in that rainy season. He wanted to live, even if he didn't know the reason, he also wanted to live.

It was Yan Zhi who carried him out of the dense forest of the Eastern Realm, and spent a lot of time rebuilding his meridians and giving him light. Yan Huai had made an oath early on to repay him with his whole life.

But losing the light again, Yan Huai's movements became quite slow. He stroked his loose hair and tried to tighten it again with a hair tie, but the hair tie slipped and fell somewhere.

Yan Huai froze, but someone pushed open the door of his room at this moment, he frowned, and reprimanded: "Get lost."

"Yan Huai..."

It turned out that the person who came was Ning Qing.

"...Get out." Yan Huai slowed down his voice unknowingly.

But Ning Qing didn't listen to him, just walked towards him with big strides, supported Yan Huai who was about to get off the bed, and said in a half-frustrated way: "Don't be afraid... I'm here to take care of you..."

"No need." Yan Huai closed his eyes and twitched his hand, only to feel that Ning Qing let go of his hand and squatted on the ground, he said: "Your hair tie fell off, I will pick it up for you..."

Yan Huai heard a very low gasp, and Ning Qing asked him pretending to be calm: "Let me stay with you, okay, I won't make trouble for you."

Yan Huai didn't answer, but clasped Ning Qing's wrist with his backhand, "Are you injured?"

"It's a small matter, I was poked by a stone on the ground." Ning Qing said it easily, but Yan Huai, who was clasping his wrist, could tell that his hand was scratched by a magic weapon that turned back into a soft sword while picking up the hairband.

The fact is also the same, Ning Qing's palm was stained with blood, Yan Huai pulled his fingers and opened his subconsciously bent hand one by one, sprinkled fine white powder on the wound, it didn't hurt, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

Ning Qing's heart warmed, and Yan Huai said coldly, "I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"I just want to be with you." Ning Qing refused to leave, "By the way, the high priest said, you still have to decide this matter yourself."

"Do you want to remember, or do you want to forget the past?" the high priest asked him.

"What is a memory, what is a past."

"Remember, it's..."

Yan Huai didn't hear the last words from the high priest. When a butterfly flew to his fingertips, Yan Huai seemed to hear a long-lost northern folk song. Which nerve was injured, Yan Huai only felt a tight pain in his chest, and murmured in a low voice involuntarily: "Luo... Luoxueyao?"

The boy's crisp voice rang in his ears.

"This is the Ballad of Luoxue, a folk song from our northern territory."

"Don't be afraid, I will teach Suhui."

He... who is he...

Can't see, can't see anything... can't hear anything, Yan Huai staggered, and when he bumped into the person beside him, his muffled groan was very clear. let go.

"Yan Huai..." Ning Qing panicked, and tightly wrapped her arms around Yan Huai's shoulders to prevent him from falling to the ground. The expressionless high priest in front of her waved her hand again, and she said, "If you don't remember, it's because... "

The light in Qianjiu Palace's underground palace is dim all the year round. Yan Huai stood in front of a group of dead soldiers. When he looked back, Yan Zhi was standing with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a splendid attire, his face was hidden in the shadow, and the corners of his lips were slightly drawn together. Hook, he called him: "Yan Qing."

Seven Kills Greedy Wolf, Golden Cuo, and the Lord of the Third Hall worshiped him, "Master."

Is it backtracking, or the ruler of the mansion who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

Yan Huai lost sight and hearing, and was speechless for a long time.

The high priest simply asked Ning Qing: "What do you think? The other person who is a double love gu?"

"If he recalls his past, will he be in pain?" Ning Qing took a deep look at Yan Huai who was silent with his eyes closed.

"Yes, since he chooses to forget, there must be some bad things in the past that he doesn't want to remember. Besides, it's not that simple to undo it."

"...then don't remember."

"But apart from this past dust Gu, he can remember you, isn't it good?" the high priest was puzzled.

"But he will hurt." Ning Qing touched Yan Huai's cheek from the air, his eyes were full of distress, "He is suffering enough, I shouldn't make him suffer more..."

Is there anyone in this world who loves someone more than himself?Jiu didn't know, but she only knew that Mr. Gentleman's eyes turned red just by saying "I don't want him to hurt".

Forget it, it's better to wait for the decision of the parties.

But the first thing Yan Huai said when he came over slowly was: "Get out."

"Okay." Ning Qing didn't complain at all.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Yan Huai asked, "What's the price for unraveling the Gu?"

"I'm afraid it's a little big." The high priest answered him, "It's not easy for me to stabilize the lifeline of the king, not to mention that this Gu has the magical effect of suppressing the poison of your eye disease, I'm afraid it's easy for the master to master."

What Jiu said is the truth, this love Gu has been buried deep in Yan Huai's body for many years, and as far as it is concerned, it is not only difficult to pull out, but it has taken root. This removal of the Gu, a little careless, may not be fatal. have to catch up.

"Forget it and forget it." Yan Huai's tone remained unchanged, he would not ruin the Lord's great cause for his own selfishness, the Lord will keep him useful now, and he will be the sharpest weapon of the Lord.

"How long will it take for my eyes to recover?" Yan Huai pointed to the eyes covered by the black veil, the doctor does not heal himself, let alone he is not good at Gu medicine.

"Half a month, this time the poisonous Gu has relapsed, we need to take care of it, we also need some time to prepare the poisonous Gu to stabilize the emotional Gu."

"Yes." Yan Huai agreed, and asked again: "How about Xuantianzong and his party?"

"I'll take them to see Sansheng Stone tomorrow."

Since their Gu clan signed an alliance with Qianjiu Palace, naturally everything is subject to Qianjiu Palace.

And Ning Qing outside the house was very dazed, he was thinking, would Yan Huai remember him?Or, would you like to remember him?

When Ning Qing met Yan Huai at the beginning, he was an unusual beggar in the Southern Territory. When other little beggars saw Xuantianzong and his party, they all rushed up, but Yan Suhui was the only one who nestled in the corner and remained motionless.

At that time, Ning Qing was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was already in the realm of foundation building Dzogchen. He was an immortal genius protected and held by the Xuantian sect.

With just this one glance, Ning Qing always looked at him unconsciously, the beggar with his eyes closed and dirty face, he heard other beggars call the person in the corner blind and ugly, and later he heard someone call that person dumb.

Is it because you are blind and dumb that you don't fight or grab?Ning Qing handed another pancake to the victims in the line, still unconsciously wanting to look at the little blind man, he simply took a steamed bun and approached the person, stuffed the steamed bun into the man's hand, and said in a soft voice: "It's still hot, eat it while it's hot."

The beggar's hands shook, and he grabbed the big white steamed bun in his hand again. There were some stains on the surface of the white flour steamed bun. He quietly watched the beggar on the ground.

They are clearly of the same age, but this beggar looks much thinner than him, and his status and experience are also very different, so I don't know if I should complain about the injustice of God.

The beggar held the steamed bun and did not move for a long time, so Ning Qing just squatted on the ground and watched him quietly until the voice of the donator came to his ears.

"The elders of Xuantianzong are really good people."

"That's right, your cultivation base is very advanced, and you still think about us poor people..."

Ning Qing was listening, feeling a little satisfied when the beggar in front of him suddenly dropped the steamed bun in his hand, got up and ran away in fear.

Ning Qing was almost hit in the face by the steamed bun he threw, Ning Qing stepped back, stood up, and ran after the beggar.

"You, why are you running..." Ning Qing stopped him in the alley. After all, a beggar suffering from hunger and cold is incomparable with Xuantianzong's Tianjiao's physical strength, but this beggar's trembling appearance is actually Ning Qing felt guilty unconsciously, as if he had bullied this person.

"I, I didn't mean anything malicious." Ning Qing waved his hand, and then remembered that the beggar couldn't see, and couldn't answer his words, so he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "I'm just afraid that you will be hungry..."

The beggar was still trembling violently, and Ning Qing was at a loss for what to do with his fearless attitude. He carefully tugged at the corner of the beggar's clothes, "Don't be afraid, I won't bully you."

The relative stalemate between the two ended when the beggar collapsed in this alley. Ning Qing learned some pulse detection techniques, and hurriedly squatted down to help him, only to realize that he was... starved and fainted?

Ning Qing carried the man to the hospital, and sat aside watching the doctor feed the comatose man with medicine. After the feeding, he still didn't wake up. Ning Qing simply moved the stool and sat next to the man. The beggar's face was messed up. It diverged on both sides, revealing the dirty face, Ning Qing looked at it, and murmured softly: "It's not ugly..."

They got together because of this, but the beggar was still afraid of him, Ning Qing would retreat when he entered, and Ning Qing was afraid that he would faint from hunger and no one would take care of him, so he secretly entrusted other beggars to give the man some food.

Later Ning Qing found out that the beggar was not just afraid of him, he ran away when he heard a monk. The world is still popular with most people, right?It was the first time he had seen someone like this.

Ning Qing always felt that his kindness towards a person could always be felt by the other party, and it seemed to be the same for the beggar he avoided. Once again, he followed the disciples of Xuantianzong to go to the beggar at the end of the donation. The beggar was talking, and when he was about to leave, the beggar grabbed his sleeve, and suddenly let go as if he felt that his clothes would be stained.

"What's the matter?" Ning Qing stopped and smiled unconsciously. This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to him, and it was really rare to think about it.

The beggar handed him a flower hidden behind him, the flower was still fresh and tender, but the leaf petals were a little broken, and the stamen was also covered with some dust.

Ning Qing didn't pick it up immediately, but the beggar seemed to be terrified and wanted to hide the flowers behind her back; Ning Qing hurriedly reached out to stop her, and with this pull, she grabbed the beggar's thin and cold wrist, and he Somewhat at a loss, he explained: "I like it very much, but this flower is so beautiful that I can't help but stare blankly."

Ning Qing took the flowers from the beggar, knowing that this was the best gift he could find.

The beggar breathed a sigh of relief, but shyly withdrew his hands, for fear that Ning Qing's hands would be dirty with the dirt on his body.

Ning Qing looked at the flowers in his hand, with complicated emotions. He took care of this person only because he didn't want someone to die in front of his eyes after he gave alms. How can I barely pick this flower.

"What's your name?" Ning Qing asked unconsciously, and it was only after the words came out that he realized he was wrong. Why, why would he ask a dumb man what his name is...

But the beggar answered him.

"Backtrack."

"Backtrack? It's a nice name."