Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Xuan Zhu left the mountain spring in a hurry, most of the reason was the embarrassment caused by misidentifying the boy's gender, and he actually said those words in a serious manner, thinking about it, he felt ashamed and flustered.Such a feeling came into being, after he found Hei Ren who had nowhere to escape, he settled down, and he felt fresh again. This kind of ups and downs has not been felt for many years, and now he encounters it again, and suddenly he feels a different kind of steadiness feel.

Thinking of this, Xuanzhu spent more than half an hour slowly looking for Hei Ren, and after finding Hei Ren, he sang three songs to him in exchange, so as to appease Hei Ren who was repulsed by Paoshanquan.I thought that Wen Qingmo should be done soaking, but I didn't expect to see Wen Qingmo after returning, and the clothes were still in the original place.

Xuan Zhu searched with his spiritual sense, and as expected, he found the young man who had fainted under the medicine spring.He quickly fished out Wen Qingmo with his strength.

As soon as Wen Qingmo appeared on the ground, the clothes floated to cover him.

But no matter how fast he was, Xuan Zhu still noticed the old wounds on Wen Qingmo's body that couldn't heal in a short time. Many small scars healed, and some wounds with a tendency to rot remained on the skin, which looked shocking.

Hei Ren walked to Wen Qingmo's side, and stuck out his tongue to lick the young man's clean face.

Xuan Zhu saw Hei Ren's love for Wen Qingmo: "Hei Ren, you really like him very much."

When Hei Ren heard this, he yelled, as if answering "Yes", and his eyes conveyed the meaning of "Let him stay and play with me".

Xuan Zhu originally wanted to let the boy go down the mountain after healed him, but he also had his own way to erase the memories related to him.He has lived in Wuyou Mountain for so many years, and when wandering in the mountain, he would often encounter some people who broke into the mountain. For him, it was just a matter of moving his fingers to erase the memory of those mortals, so even after Wen Qing It didn't matter to him that he had revealed his true colors in front of Mo Mo.

But now he suddenly hesitated.

Wen Qingmo was in a daze, as if he had returned to that dark room again.

"You bitch of a bitch, you still have the cheek to stay here with us, why didn't you die with your mother!"

The words of hatred rang in his ears, and the person who spoke kicked him fiercely in the stomach. The severe pain made him wake up from his dazed mind for a moment, and then another round of punches and kicks greeted him.

A worried voice said: "Brother Qinglian, will the sect master blame us for doing this? After all, his mother was once the sect master's wife..."

The voice known as the senior brother sneered: "Hey, what is the head madam! It's long gone! And hehe, if the head wants to blame us, he will ignore him when the bastard's retreat happened?"

After a while of mutual understanding, the voice let go and said, "Then it would be more fun for us to torture him with power?"

"This can't be done. He is a useless person now. If he is accidentally tortured to death with magic power, it will not be fun."

The third voice claimed credit: "I know a more fun way."

Wen Qingmo heard these people's whispered discussions, he couldn't hear clearly, but he knew that what was waiting for him must be bad.After that, he was thrown on the sword of the same sect like a sack, and finally landed in the place called Fengyue Pavilion.

Later, he was forced to wear women's clothing, and the person who handed him the clothes said it was because the guest officer had a unique hobby.

He didn't want to just accept his fate.

Then--

He escaped from Fengyue Pavilion and met En Gong who looked like the deceased elder of Liurenling.

The moment he woke up, Wen Qingmo sat up instantly.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Xuan Zhu sat on the side and teased Hei Ren for a long time, accompanied by Wen Qingmo's various dreaming sounds during his coma, which made him a lot more popular in this cave.

When Wen Qingmo woke up, he brought the freshly cooked porridge in front of Wen Qingmo, and said, "Wake up, come and eat something. It's my fault, you are weak and shouldn't let you soak for so long alone medicine spring."

Wen Qingmo just stared at the porridge in a daze, and finally took it after Xuan Zhu signaled again.

"Be careful, drink slowly."

Xuan Zhu just gave a casual remark, but unexpectedly saw a tear fall from Wen Qingmo's eyes.

He exclaimed in his heart that it was not good. He thought he would see the scene of the tear glands collapsing and crying continuously, but Wen Qingmo only shed two tears, wiped his face, said "thank you" and drank Porridge.

If Wen Qingmo were to cry loudly, Xuan Zhu would still be able to say a few more words of comfort, but now facing this silent strength, with his shoulders still shrugging, he felt a little distressed.

Wen Qingmo couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten enough. Recently, he could only get a little food to fill his stomach every day. More often, he could only watch those people put the food in front of him, and then Kicked to the side and trampled to pieces.

Getting a porridge now made him feel happy enough.

He drank the porridge to the bottom, and Wen Qingmo didn't feel full. He was so hungry that he wanted to lick the bowl clean, but thinking of the man still looking at him, he maintained the little bit of self-esteem left, and handed the bowl to him again. to the man.

The man asked: "It's rare that there is still a lot of porridge to cook. If you don't drink it, it will be wasted. Do you want some more?"

Wen Qingmo raised his eyes to meet those tender eyes, his eyes turned red again, but this time he held back his tears and nodded.

Until Wen Qingmo drank three bowls of porridge, Xuan Zhu felt that people who had been hungry for too long could not eat too much, and it was not good for the stomach, so he stopped taking the bowls and serving them no more.

Xuan Zhu sat on the side of the bed again, without anything in his hand, the disappointment in Wen Qingmo's eyes made him feel amused.

However, after eating three bowls of porridge, Wen Qingmo was also satisfied. After eating, he also had strength, and then got out of bed, this time directly kneeling on the ground, and was stopped by the man after kowtowing his head.

Xuan Zhu helped Wen Qingmo up, saw another scar on Wen Qingmo's already scarred forehead, frowned and said, "I don't like this kind of thank you here."

Wen Qingmo bit her lip, then seemed to have made a decision, and said, "Grandfather, please listen to me."

Xuan Zhu knew that Wen Qingmo should say something very solemn: "Then get up and sit on the bed and talk." He pulled the reluctant Wen Qingmo to the side of the bed and sat down again.

When Wen Qingmo stopped thinking about kneeling, Xuan Zhu said: "Speak, I'll listen."

After a moment of silence, a crisp voice slowly said: "Gong Gong, this junior is an inner sect disciple of the Liuren Tomb. I said I was because I thought that I had been exhausted and had become a useless person. Now I am no longer He is from Liuren Mausoleum."

Wen Qingmo stopped and looked at him, as if observing his expression.

Liu Renling?

Although Xuan Zhu lives in Wuyou Mountain, apart from retreating and staying at home occasionally, he still finds time to go down the mountain to wander around the world, and more or less knows about sect affairs.

And the sect of Liuren Mausoleum is the place where Xuan Zhu's original body used to be.

Xuan Zhu waited quietly for what Wen Qingmo would say next.

Wen Qingmo had a tentative face on his face: "Please forgive me for being too strict, this junior once accidentally broke into the elder's room in the sect, and saw a portrait similar to Engong's portrait inside. May I ask Engong, whether it was once the Liuren Mausoleum The elder—Xuan Zhu?"

Xuan Zhu said calmly: "Well, my name is Xuan Zhu."

But it's not that Xuanzhu anymore, he said in his heart.

Wen Qingmo seemed to have finally waited for what he said, his tense expression relaxed, and then he looked directly at Xuan Zhu, his expression slowly becoming sad.

"Uncle Xuan Zhu, my mother is your junior sister Xuan Ying."

The memory of the original body has already been integrated into his sea of ​​consciousness. Speaking of it, he can be regarded as half a Xuanzhu. Now that he heard Xuanying's name, Xuanzhu was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he saw Wen Qingmo again. At that time, he finally knew why Wen Qingmo had a good face. Could it be that he inherited Xuanying's exquisite nose and mouth, and these two lacquered eyes probably followed his father's, so he was a little familiar.

How similar are the good-looking facial features?

Aside from appearance, her name is Qingmo...Qingmo...no wonder.

The young generation of Liurenling.

Although Xuanying left the place where she was born and raised, she still misses Liuren Mausoleum.

Xuan Zhu said: "Xuanying... your mother, how is she?" He asked a question that he knew why.

"My mother has passed away." Wen Qingmo said sadly, he shook his head, as if to get rid of the sadness, but his eyes still showed the pain of thinking about his mother, "I heard from my mother that when I was in Liurenling, , you are the best to her."

Xuan Zhu said: "Did she say that?"

Xuan Ying is really... Xuan Huai treats her much better than the original body.

"Yes, she also said that she never believed the rumors about your failure to cross the catastrophe. She believed that you must not have died. If she has the opportunity to see you again, she will definitely say something to you——

"I forgive you."

Listening to Wen Qingmo conveying his mother's words, Xuan Zhu was in a trance.

Before his eyes could not help but flash the happy time that once belonged to Yuanchen Xuanzhu and the other two.Those two people affectionately called him Senior Brother Yuanchen, but the letting go and sacrifice that Yuanchen thought he had in the end was more like the source of those tragedies that followed.

More than 100 years ago, he went down the mountain and passed Yanlu Mountain in the northeast where Liuren Mausoleum is located. He heard about the wife of the sect leader who escaped from Liuren Mausoleum carrying the best celestial artifact in the sect on the second day of the wedding night. He said something that would make the comprehension world laugh at him for thousands of years.

For many years later, the monks sent by Liurenling to search for Xuanying's traces all returned without success.Unexpectedly, 15 years ago, the news that the top grade fairy artifact appeared in a certain hidden village spread all over the comprehension world, and many monks with evil intentions wanted to take the opportunity to seize the treasure, which brought disaster to the village and at the same time killed each other and lost their lives. .

Finally Xuanhuai arrived and brought back the treasure and an eight-year-old child at the same time.

Presumably Xuanying was killed by monks who wanted to seize the treasure.

When these things happened, Xuanzhu happened to be in seclusion. Hearing about the tragedy after leaving the seclusion, he took out a few altars of good wine, stood on the top of the mountain, did not drink a sip, and sprinkled them all to the heaven and earth, as a memorial to those mortals who were killed by the monks .

Although Xuan Zhu didn't know the details, he always felt that Xuan Ying's departure and death might have hidden reasons.But how could he say these words to Wen Qingmo, besides, with Xuanhuai around, Wen Qingmo still ended up in this field, no matter how he thought it was strange.

But he is not Xuanzhu after all, he just wants to be a person who only lives for himself, and he is unrestrained and comfortable. He doesn't want to take care of these things, and he doesn't want to get entangled.

"Uncle, if you don't go back to Liuren Mausoleum, do you also don't want to go back?"

Wen Qingmo's voice interrupted Xuan Zhu's thoughts, he said noncommittally: "Since the world has rumored that the former Elder Xuan Zhu of Liuren Mausoleum died in the Heavenly Tribulation, let him continue to pass on the message."

Wen Qingmo looked at him cautiously, and said, "Then can I stay here?"

Xuan Zhu said: "Do you want to stay here?"

Perhaps because he knew that Xuan Zhu was his uncle, the cautiousness that the young man had always maintained in front of outsiders disappeared, but now he has a little weakness of a young man. He bit his lip and said aggrievedly: "I like this place... …I don’t like the place of Liuren Mausoleum.”

From what Wen Qingmo said and those experiences, Xuan Zhu guessed that his life in Liurenling must have been difficult.

Xuan Zhu said softly: "What did they do to you?"

As a disciple of Liurenling, he doesn't even have any cultivation.The clothes he prepared were also loose for the young man to wear, as if hanging on his body, so thin and thin, he didn't look like a disciple of such a big sect of cultivation.

Wen Qingmo opened his mouth to say something, but Xuan Zhu raised his hand, and he obediently kept silent.

Xuan Zhu glanced at him, with a helpless tone: "Qing Mo, you have brought trouble." Afraid Wen Qingmo thought he was blaming him, he said, "You rest here for a while, Hei Ren will accompany you, and I will deal with it."

Wen Qingmo stopped Xuan Zhu who was about to leave: "Master!"

Xuan Zhu looked over suspiciously.

Wen Qingmo took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said pitifully: "Master, I caused trouble, let me go and see with you."

Xuan Zhu joked: "Do you trust me too much, or don't you trust me?"

"Of course I believe in you. I believe, uncle, you will definitely protect me."

The boy's eyes are bright and clear, and people can see the trust and dependence in them at a glance.

Xuan Zhu raised the corners of his mouth, waved his sleeves, hugged the young man in his arms, and said proudly: "Then let you see the master's ability to bluff people for so many years. Hei Ren, take good care of your family."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Wen Qingmo: Bluffing?Master, do you know that being too modest is pride.

Xuan Zhu: Who will give me the capital to be proud of being a teacher?

Wen Qingmo: Well, I also like this about you, Master.

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Author: Wait, Qingmo in the later stage and Xuanzhu in the early stage are playing together!