How many times the group portrait is spring

In midsummer, southern Xinjiang is sunny and rainy, and after a light rain, it is sunny again, Mo Lingyun looked at the sky outside, and said: "Master, the high priest Jiu said to take us to see the secret treasure of the Gu clan today, what could it be. "

"Maybe..."

Three Stones.

Jing Rong's guess was true, what Jiu wanted to show them was the ancient sacred stone, the Sansheng Stone. Unlike Xuantianzong's hidden Xuantian Stone, the placement of the Gu clan's Sansheng Stone was really random.

Just put it in the house like this, lest no one steal it.

Mo Lingyun swayed around the stone twice, still a little unbelievable, such an ordinary stone is an ancient god?

If Jing Rong didn't give him a hand, he could still continue to shake.

"Dare to ask the priest what he means." Jing Rong didn't underestimate the stone, as the high priest of the Gu clan, if he dared to bring them over, could he still deceive them?

"You people from outside Xinjiang, you come here for it." Jiu spoke intermittently, maybe because she didn't use the common language outside Xinjiang, she pointed to the three-living stone, "Hand, stretch it up, try it. "

"Hand? Stretch it up?" Mo Lingyun spread his hands, not knowing what it meant.

Jing Rong understood Jiu's meaning, the power of the Sansheng Stone may only be realized by exploring it with his own hands, he stroked his sleeve with one hand, and set an example with the other hand and slowly put the Sansheng Stone on the rough surface.

Mo Lingyun glanced at Jing Rong, and slowly stretched out his hand following Jing Rong's movements, even if he didn't understand the meaning.

Seeing that both of them put their hands up, Jiu closed his eyes silently. Since the Tao of reincarnation was broken, the Sansheng Stone has no power, but because of the ancient battle, the stone guarded by their clan became famous in the world and became theirs. Guilt and blame.

Without the protection of the ancient great formation, the three life stones might have been snatched by others long ago.

Sometimes Jiu would rather it be robbed than to live in such an uneasy life in southern Xinjiang. There were tens of thousands of people coveting it before, and then there were monster clans eyeing it. The leader of the cultivation, her Gu clan, how long can she protect the three life stones.

But Jiu couldn't abandon the ancestral teachings. The ancestor held her hand and entrusted her to the priesthood, muttering: "If our clan hadn't lost the gods, the gods wouldn't have..."

Not what?Wouldn't it be possible to send her family into a barren land to compete with beasts and heaven and earth? !Even the ancestors couldn't tell, they just shook their heads with tears in their eyes, and at the end, they asked: "Jiu, take good care of it."

Then if Sanshengshi Anwei is opposite to Gu Clan Anwei!As the patriarch of the Gu clan and a priest of the clan, who should she protect? !

The loss of the Sansheng Stone, the beginning of the crime and punishment of their Gu clan, has now passed away in a flash, and the lives of the Gu clan have been implicated with this ordinary stone again.

Now, if people in this world seize the heart of the Three Living Stones, how is it different from a beast?Who can relieve the pain of her Gu clan?Jiu thought, and slowly fell into the nightmare of many years. She had made a decision long ago to bring Jing Rong and the others over on this trip.

When Mo Lingyun and Jing Rong touched the Sansheng Stone at the same time, a stream of light flashed for a moment, and Mo Lingyun pulled his hand suddenly, looking at the ordinary stone in shock, "How could I... have a stone on the Sansheng Stone?" name……"

Mo Lingyun turned his wrist, his eyes were no longer as clear as usual, but instead had a bit of ferocity, his breathing also slowed down a bit, and when his eyes slowly swept across the two people present, he saw the priest staring intently. But Jing Rong still pressed his hand on the Sansheng Stone, his out-of-focus eyes silently proved that he was involved in some kind of illusion.

Mo Lingyun looked sideways as if heaving a sigh of relief. It was raining outside the house, and he didn't want to think about the moment when he put his hand on the Sansheng Stone. Filled with joy, he firmly grabbed the other hand.

The man was dressed in red, not concealing his indifference, and with just a cold look, he was sentenced to death.

Why, this person looks so much like Jing Rong, but not Jing Rong.Mo Lingyun couldn't help but laugh.

Jing Rong seemed to have fallen into a dream.

He heard someone say, Rong Xie, I want all the good things in this world to favor you, the six reincarnations, the laws of heaven and earth, all have to favor you.

The man hid his joy in his smile, grabbed 'his' hand again, and said, "No one is allowed to bully you, and neither am I."

"If I bully you, let me die badly."

'He' looked indifferently at the hands they held, but didn't take it back, 'he' only responded: "Gods are immortal, what nonsense are you talking about."

"I...!" The man in black choked up, seemingly dissatisfied, "This is me, it proves that I like you very much, Rongxie."

"Hmm." 'He' was noncommittal.

This scene must have been repeated thousands of times to make people remember it so deeply. When the screen turned, the scene saw only endless layers of red gauze. He Ren's palm was warm and he squeezed his hand tightly.

What Jing Rong saw was hazy, only the man's eyes were scorchingly bright.

It was he who lifted up the red veil and approached gently with his fiery breath. Such a cautious gesture is something you can't ask for, and it's so precious.

Jing Rong only felt that his brain seemed to be torn open, and the broken red eyes were finally unable to escape, and the hot rush that made him subconsciously resist was finally touched with warmth and softness, adding a touch of fishy and sweet red.

When the fingertips opened a slit, the eyes of the person hidden in the mist seemed to be red, his tears seemed to be hotter than his breath, when they fell on the scar on Jing Rong's finger, the unspeakable pain choked his throat, he Listening to him panting and swearing, silently feeling the heart that was about to be torn apart.

"You and I...life after life..."

The mingled blood dripped on the ancient stone, Jing Rong flicked his sleeves, layers of red covered his vision, and the red-clothed boy who was close at hand was pushed away tens of meters by his flick of his sleeves.

Seeing his tearful eyes, 'he' tried to force a smile again, "Rong Xie, I have been with you for a long time, but I am not as good as your Shishen..."

Rong Xie... Who is Rong Xie...

Who am I……

Jing Rong stroked the aching forehead, couldn't help but take a few steps back, unable to escape from this illusion, only the man called him heartbreakingly.

Rongxie...? !

Jing Rong couldn't remember how he escaped from the illusion, he withdrew his hand and staggered back a few steps, and was immediately embraced by Mo Lingyun beside him, a pair of extremely clear eyes caught him, seeming to take him away from the endless Pulled away from the nightmare.

"How could it be..." Jing Rong was dumb, how could it be so similar...

"What will happen?" Mo Lingyun hugged Jing Rong tightly to prevent him from falling, but Jing Rong fell into a faint after taking a deep look at him.

The Gu doctor came several times but failed to solve the matter of Jing Rong's fainting. Mo Lingyun stood by the bed, which inevitably added a little anxiety. In fact, Jiu was more anxious than him. But come on, if this matter gets out, how should the Gu clan protect themselves.

But at this time, there was an uninvited guest handing over a greeting card.

When Yan Huai came, there was still no sign of Jing Rong waking up, he felt the pulse for the person, and said: "It's just out of breath, I can't die."

He drew up a pen to write the prescription, and told Jiu to take the medicine according to the prescription. After listening to Jiu want to speak, he stopped and said, "Nan Siyuan of Zhongnanshan handed over the greeting card."

"...Let him in." Yan Huai pondered for a while, "Also, don't let him know about Jing Rong."

"Yes." Jiu bowed, it's a good thing that the mansion deliberately concealed it for them.

Nan Siyuan is a good leader among the Taoist rookies, but his thoughts are too deep, and he is not at all like other Taoists, who are indifferent and self-reliant.

His purpose of going to southern Xinjiang is not as simple as borrowing classics written in the post.

No, I just entered the Southern Border area, and I didn't know the way, so I came to the Yanhuai courtyard, and happened to run into Ning Qing.

"Friend Daoist Ning." Nan Siyuan shook the whisk in his hand.

"Nan Daoist." Ning Qing bowed to Nan Siyuan according to the Taoist etiquette, and looked at Nan Siyuan half inquiringly, "Why did Nan Siyuan come to Southern Border?"

"I came here to borrow some classics, and I happened to meet someone I know." Nan Siyuan smiled, "Is Lord Yan here? I just wanted to pay a visit."

Thinking about Yan Huai's blindness and injuries, Ning Qing stepped sideways to block Nan Siyuan's knock on the door, "It's inconvenient for him to see guests, and Daoist Nan's visit may not be possible this time."

"Is that so?" Nan Siyuan withdrew his hands without embarrassment at all, "Then I have no choice but to pay a visit to Taoist Rongxie."

With a flick of his fly whisk, the temperature in Ning Qing's eyes faded, "Why is Daoist Nan here?"

"You don't have to be so nervous, Daoist Ning, I won't do anything to you." Nan Siyuan spread his hands innocently, "Besides, I can't beat you either."

This is telling the truth.

Ning Qing didn't stop him anymore, and sent a message to Jing Rong that Nan Siyuan had arrived in southern Xinjiang. He hadn't seen Jing Rong and Mo Lingyun for two days. He thought they were solving the meridian problem. It is estimated that there will be no one to see in a while.

Nan Siyuan went to Jing Rong in vain, Mo Lingyun was not as gentle as Ning Qing to stop him, he blocked the door like something, he put his hands on his mouth and pouted, he only missed giving him two swords. Down.

Nan Siyuan glanced at the Gu people who were following him, and felt that the matter was not that simple, but he had no way to find out right now, so he had to leave first.

Mo Lingyun heaved a sigh of relief, and ran to Jingrong's bedside to watch over him. Master's fainting was a major event that could cause turmoil in the surroundings. No matter whether he was sure he was fine now, he was worried that others would know about it.

When Jing Rong woke up, Mo Lingyun was lying on the side of the bed and watching. His hair on his forehead was a bit messy, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed downwards. Further down, most of his face was buried in the crook of his arms, which was a nap. Not peaceful for a while.

Jing Rong didn't move, and couldn't bear to disturb Mo Lingyun's rest. When Mo Lingyun opened his eyes, he saw Jing Rong was looking at him quietly. Mo Lingyun laughed out loud before his eyes woke up and said, "Master, you!" Wake up."

"En." Jing Rong replied lightly, and asked again: "What's wrong with me?"

"I don't know, you passed out suddenly that day." Mo Lingyun stood up a little helplessly, poured a cup of tea for Jing Rong and felt cold, afraid that he would faint for too long and his mouth would dry out, and cold tea was not suitable for him.

"Have you fainted..." Jing Rong chewed the information carefully, but couldn't remember how he fainted.

"The tea in the room is cold, I'm going to make a cup of tea for Master." Mo Lingyun glanced at Jingrong again, holding the cup in his hand to leave.

"No, I'm not thirsty." Jing Rong stopped Mo Lingyun, lifted the quilt and stood up, "How long has it been since I passed out?"

"Uh... one day..." Mo Lingyun glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, and rushed to help Jingrong again, but Jingrong shook his hands and refused, and then forcibly offered to help the kind.

"It's been so long..." Jing Rong was thoughtful, and the jade talisman appeared in his hand. He happened to read the message from Ning Qing at the same time. When he saw the line of Nan Siyuan coming, Jing Rong's eyes rolled His face sank.

The fact that the Lingyun meridian has a solution is Nan Siyuan's disclosure. Now that they are all in the southern border, Nan Siyuan has followed him. It is hard for Jing Rong to believe that Nan Siyuan doesn't know anything.

The author has something to say: In fact, this is a novel of two worlds, the only one in two worlds

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