Tibetan thoughts

At night, the campfire was brightly lit, and the howling of wild wolves could be heard from a distance from time to time.

Xue Jifeng took a sip from the wine bag that he carried with him, smacked his lips, shook the wine bag, and then plugged the cork with some reluctance, "Hey, this Mobei outside the Great Wall, you should drink less, and you won't drink it after drinking it." Know where to get wine."

Ling Qing was recuperating his luck. He opened his eyes and said with a smile while channeling his true energy back, "You enter the camp of the Liao Army, and you can drink the fine wine there."

"Okay!" Xue Jifeng yelled loudly, and then rolled on the blanket hugging the blanket, "Okay, recharge your batteries tonight, and kill him tomorrow!" Seeing him lying down It was not enough for a cup of tea when there was a high and low snoring sound.

Yan Yunlie took a blanket and wrapped Ling Qing up, "It's cold here at night, I'll help you burn an extra charcoal basin."

Ling Qing grabbed him and shook his head, "It's okay, I can still bear it." She said very softly, for fear of waking Xue Jifeng up.

Yan Yunlie took advantage of the time when he was lowering his body, and pecked Ling Qing's lips, "You don't want to go tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, I'll watch over my sister."

Yan Yunlie stretched out his hand and pinched his handsome nose, and said in the tone of admonishing a disobedient child, "You say that now, don't I accidentally rush ahead when the time comes."

That doting tone was sweet and greasy only in lovers' world, which made Ling Qing's heart soft, and something overflowed violently from his chest.

Although Xue Jifeng was lying there and continued to make snoring noises, doing some intimate actions behind his back always made people feel like he was having an affair. After being stalked by Yan Yunlie for a while, Ling Qing took his unruly The paws slapped away, signaling him to go to sleep quickly.

So the Master of Yanda reluctantly ate two more mouthfuls of tofu, then shot a few knives at the man who was sleeping like a dead pig, and returned to his blanket to lie down.

In the night in Mobei, the wind is sharp, whimpering and whistling, as if the lingering ghost is still crying, or it seems to be singing the blood that cannot be vented, or just missing the dawn and relatives in the Guanshan Mountain.

The firewood crackled, and Ling Qing woke up vaguely from his sleep at some point. He felt a little cold and tightened his body, but at this moment he heard the sound of a flute passing by.

Ling Qing thought that he had mistakenly heard the sound of the wind as the sound of a flute, but there was another sound immediately afterwards, and he recognized that it was the sound of the flute used by the Tianjue Sect to communicate.

Sure enough, he heard rustling voices coming from Yan Yunlie, and then the sound of footsteps approaching slowly.Ling Qing hurriedly urged her inner breath to close her sleeping hole, when she heard footsteps stop beside her, then her sleeping hole was tapped, and then the footsteps went outside.

When the sound of footsteps disappeared outside the tent, Ling Qing opened his acupoints and sat up. Seeing that there was no one at Yan Yunlie's place, he couldn't help worrying, not knowing what happened to Tianjue, so he raised his sword and followed.Xue Jifeng was lying there snoring like thunder, and he probably couldn't wake him up after a few thunderstorms.

At the moment, there were only groups of patrolling soldiers in the camp. Ling Qing noticed that Yan Yunlie had carefully avoided the patrolling people and left the camp to the stone forest on the west side.

Why did he avoid people's eyes and ears when he went to meet his congregation?

Ling Qing felt strange about Yan Yunlie's actions, and followed him into the stone forest.

This stone forest is formed by huge rock masses exposed to the sun, wind, and rain over time. They have different shapes and stand in the dark night. From a distance, there are tall, dark shadows, which are quite embarrassing.

Ling Qing hid behind a rock, but was taken aback after seeing clearly the person who called Yan Yunlie out.

That person is Dian Yao...

The two seemed to be talking about something, but because Ling Qing was standing far away and the wind was strong, he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.But the expression on Dian Yao's face was different from what she saw in that palace before, she didn't have that kind of superior arrogance, and the expression on her face was much more solemn.

Ling Qing clenched the sword in his hand tightly, suppressed the urge to rush out, and immediately turned around and returned to the camp after seeing that the two seemed to have finished their conversation.

Not long after Ling Qing lay down, he heard someone's footsteps coming back. The footsteps came to him, and he stretched out his hand to untie his sleeping acupoint. He touched his arms and cheeks lightly.

Ling Qing secretly thought it was bad, he came back from outside just now, his body was covered with cold air, it must be icy cold.Just when he was thinking about what to do, with a swish, something fell on him, and he was instantly enveloped by Yan Yunlie's breath.

After stuffing the quilt tightly for him, the sound of footsteps turned back to the blanket and became quiet.

Ling Qing blinked in the dark, her face was pressed against Yan Yunlie's robe, she was already sure that Yan Yunlie had something to hide from herself...

Why?What's the matter?

A sense of unease lingered in my heart, making my chest tight and dull, and even those old wounds stabbed and stabbed.

The next day, Sergeant Zhao, who had been avoiding the call of the Liao people, finally ordered troops to respond.

At the front of the team, there were three people holding three large flags of different colors.Ling Qing, Dongli Muyun and Ruan Suxue rode horses, all in the rear.

The banners are flying, the biting cold wind is blowing like a knife, the white air exhaled by the soldiers and the horses is indistinctly connected, the chilling atmosphere, and the sand, stones and bloody smell blowing in the wind, how many brave soldiers Here, in order to protect the family and defend the country, the corpse is shrouded in horse leather, and the homeland is now, but the bones can only be buried in a foreign land.

Thinking of the life-and-death struggle here, and the shouts and roars that echoed in the wind after a loud bang, it makes the blood in the body have the urge to roar.

Ling Qing was holding Taishang Wangqing, and even the indestructible jade sword seemed to be agitated. He sat up and immediately looked back at the Drum Tower. There was a black figure standing there, as if he noticed his gaze, looked come over.

The four eyes meet, the man's eyes are deep, and there is an indistinct breath surging under the calm and calm water.

For a moment, Ling Qing had the illusion that Yan Yunlie, who was so lofty, was very much like his impression of Yan Yunlie many years ago, flamboyant, unrestrained, and unattainable.

And after these days, what kind of relationship do I have with him?

Looking back, the Liao people lined up a row of war drums. When the drumsticks fell, Ruan Suxue raised her hand, and the soldiers holding the flags in front waved the big red flag.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The other party's drums beat once and for all, one beating after another, and finally turned into a sharp and crisp drumbeat. The huge red flag waved three times before stopping, and the big blue flag suddenly pointed forward.

"kill--!"

The sword was raised, the horse galloped, and the dust and sand that covered the sun were set off, stirring up clanging iron blood.

Amidst the thundering sounds of fighting, a ray of flute sounded across the sky, and was soon drowned out, but then another ray broke through the sky, clearer and more melodious, and the tune became coherent, very different from this bloody and murderous battlefield. commensurate.

Ruan Suxue sealed the Tinghui acupoints of the soldiers with golden needles, so they couldn't hear the sound. The three big flags were used instead of drums to give orders. It was so quiet that it was impossible to get involved, but the bravery of the soldiers did not diminish in the slightest.

Ling Qing secretly tried to figure out the sound of the opponent's drums, but he couldn't hear any abnormality that contained internal force to disturb people's consciousness, and the soldiers didn't see any abnormality. We are losing ground.

Yan Yunlie played the piccolo, recalling the events of the previous night in his mind.

Dian Yao used the flute sound of the Tianjue Sect to lure herself out, and advised them not to make unnecessary struggles. The Tianzheng Sacred Sect has been dormant for so many years, and this is the day they are waiting for. The Liao Kingdom is just a pawn in their hands. Shengjiao's long-cherished wish to dominate the Central Plains will eventually come true.If he and the people of Zhao Guo do not listen to his advice, there will be hardships and lessons.

Yan Yunlie frowned and became surprised. He heard the opponent's drum, but there was nothing unusual. Just when he was about to stop the song, a burst of piano sound invaded his ears.

Yan Yunlie looked around, but he didn't see the person playing the piano.

The sound of the zither is far away, hidden under the clanging of swords and the beating of war drums, if you don't listen carefully, you really can't hear it, Yan Yunlie thought, is it not the war drums that are the problem, but the zither sound?

Sitting on the horse, Ling Qing seemed to feel a slight fluctuation in Yan Yunlie's flute sound. After listening carefully, he found that there was a little inaudible piano sound mixed in it. He turned around with doubts, and saw Yan Yunlie on the drum tower. Lie's expression was serious, his eyes were closed, and his mind was immersed.

The sound of the piano was ethereal, but lingering endlessly, like a silk thread, entangled with his flute sound.

Yan Yunlie poured his inner strength slightly, trying to drive away, but found that the other party seemed to be waiting for him to do so, the sound of the piano became sharp, Yan Yunlie did not dare to underestimate it, and quickly changed his fingers to press the sound hole, the originally distant sound of the flute was like It is to cater to the grandeur on the battlefield and continue to become fierce.

Ling Qing frowned slightly, and tightly held the rein of the horse, the sound of the flute didn't sound right.With the sound of the zither, as if with a shocking picture, it rushed straight into his heart, where his heart was beating vigorously, and even his breath became tense.

"Ling Qing, what's wrong with you?" Ruan Suxue seemed to see that his expression was not right, and asked with concern.

"Ahhh-!"

Before Ling Qing could answer Ruan Suxue's words, a burst of heart-piercing screams tore apart the roar of fighting and the clash of swords. Some people waved wildly with their knives as if they were mad. The sword flew out of his hand and flew towards Ruan Suxue, Ling Qing blocked the sword horizontally.

However, the whole scene is chaotic...

No matter whether it is the soldiers of Zhao State or the Liao people, there are people who go crazy and out of control. The situation was one-sided, but now it has become a melee. The victim stabbed himself in the head with a sword because he couldn't bear the pain.

The smell of blood is strong and disgusting. Looking around, it is full of scarlet, which makes Ling Qing's eye sockets hot. He feels something "thumping" in his heart that is about to jump out, but the tragedy in front of him has changed the picture. , in the yard of the farmhouse, several people carried away a swaddling baby wrapped in blue flower cloth from the house...

don't want……

that's my child...

No!

He waved away the jade sword in his hand, and rushed out with his horse belly clipped.

"Ling Qing?!" Ruan Suxue screamed, but Ling Qing had already rushed the horse into the battlefield.

At this moment, what he saw in his eyes were those who took his child away. He swung the sword in his hand and wanted to catch up with them, but there was still a distance anyway.

Seeing him rushing towards him, the Liao people waved the golden knife in their hand and chopped it on the horse's front legs. The horse knelt down and fell down. land.

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, a big knife was slashing towards him, he rolled to the side, swung the jade sword in his hand from bottom to top, and saw a sword whirl out, the Liao people split into two instantly.

On the drum tower, Yan Yunlie was concentrating on fighting against the sound of the zither, when he heard Ruan Suxue's "Ling Qing", he opened his eyes and saw the man charging towards the battlefield on his horse.

He couldn't help being startled, the sound of the piano seized this opportunity and suppressed it, not daring to be too distracted, he could only do his best to get rid of the person playing the piano.But I was worried about where Ling Qing was, seeing him being swept off his horse, blood splashing all over his body, and even those who lost control due to the influence of the sound of the piano and flute and became indistinguishable from each other stabbed their swords at him.

Yan Yunlie's heart became more and more anxious, and he played the flute almost recklessly, forgetting the previous agreement that if the situation changes, it should be done in moderation, so as not to hurt his own people.

At this moment, Yan Yunlie only wanted to save Ling Qing and not put him in danger.

The heroic shouts were replaced by mournful wailing, and it was impossible to distinguish between victory and defeat. The commander of the Liao people couldn't understand the situation, and made people retreat with drums.But the sound of the flute invaded people's minds like a curse, and it was deafening. The drummer hugged his head and wailed again and again, and he heard two "boom, boom", and the drums were shattered.

Ling Qing was awakened by the loud noise, and was stunned when he saw the situation around him. It wasn't until his arm hurt that he realized that he had rushed into the battlefield at some point.

Under the loud sound of the war drum bursting, the sound of the piano also stopped suddenly, probably because of the shock injury from Yan Yunlie's internal force.

Yan Yunlie put down the flute out of breath, sweat soaked his skirt.

Those who wielded swords on the battlefield were also stunned for a moment, and then they woke up. The Marshal of the Liao Kingdom stood behind and summoned a row of archers, regardless of the Liao people who had not completely retreated there.

In an instant, the bowstrings were unleashed. Seeing this situation, Yan Yunlie jumped down from the Drum Tower and rushed to Ling Qing in a few steps. Almost at the same time, a row of bows and arrows from the opposite side shot towards them.

Yan Yunlie opened his arms and let out a low growl. Before the arrows almost touched his chest, he swiped his arms, and the arrows stopped in mid-air, then turned around and shot back to the Liao people.

The leader of the Liao people fell down with a scream, and the lieutenant beside him shouted "general, general".

The place that had been tragic just now fell silent.

The rumbling drums, the soaring momentum, the clanging of iron and blood, and the gallop of defending the country, everything came to a standstill, only the slowly setting sun shone bloody and tragic, and seemed to imply... what was going on? end.

The Yongzhou camp was solemn and solemn, with white flags flying. Although Yan Yunlie killed the general of the Liao people in the last blow, Zhao Guo also suffered heavy losses.

The surviving soldiers put together the mutilated corpses, covered them with white cloth, and carried them to the wooden platform set up in the center of the camp. The bodies covered with white cloth were piled up to form a plain white hill.

The setting sun fell to the end of the ground, and in the fiery red sky, there seemed to be the sound of swords and swords fighting, as well as fearless shouts.

When the last corpse was put on it, Yinhu brought a wine jar, opened the seal and took a big gulp, then threw it to the wooden stand, "Brothers, have a good journey!"

The other soldiers surrounding the wooden stand also slapped the wine jars away, took a sip, and threw them towards the wooden stand. It makes people's throats burn.

Ruan Suxue took the torch handed over by Liu Ping, "Good brothers, you fought for the country and for the people of the world. The world and the people will remember such ambition and pride! After drinking the last glass of wine, look forward to the hometown Don’t forget to look back at the mountains and rivers, and go on your way, in the next life, you will be a hero again!”

The surrounding soldiers greeted and shouted together, "Go all the way, in the next life, be brothers again!"

The lit torch fell, and the blazing light illuminated the determination on everyone's face.

Yinhu pushed Xue Jifeng, who was secretly wiping tears beside him, with his arm, and said loudly, "Why are you crying? Our brothers are all real heroes, iron-blooded men, and I laughed out loud when I saw you like this!" " Then he raised his head and sang loudly towards the sky, "Beacon flames rise, smoke billows into the sky...horses are urged, drums are like thunder, halberds are broken..."

The shrill roaring sound like a wild wolf lingered and echoed in the camp. There were two lines of crystal clear tears hanging on the face of the clanking man, but he insisted on not erasing them and waiting for the air to dry.

The surrounding soldiers sang together in harmony. The song was no longer a song, but a cry from the heart. It was an expression of indignation at the invasion of foreign enemies, an expression full of iron and blood, and a desire to suppress the enemy's rebellion. eager.

Guan Shannei is the home, and what they protect is the world, and what they defend is the home of the people in the world. Even if their blood is shed, they have no regrets!

Ling Qing looked at the raging flames soaring into the sky, and his eyes were in a daze for a moment, then he felt that his feet were swollen, and he almost fell to the ground due to weakness, but luckily someone beside him supported him.

"You are injured, go back to the tent and bandage it." Yan Yunlie said to him.

Ling Qing looked down at the wound on his arm, silently took his hand out of Yan Yunlie's hand, turned around, and walked towards the tent by himself.

They didn't win this battle at all.

Ling Qing knew that Yan Yunlie could not be blamed, he had heard the sound of the piano, Yan Yunlie's sound of the flute confronted the sound of the piano, and even the person who had blocked his hearing could still be affected by it, no one expected.

But at this moment, he couldn't tell what he felt. Maybe it was because he saw so many brothers who were fighting bloody battles lying there, and he felt a deep powerlessness because he couldn't save them at that time, or maybe he saw Yan Yunlie having a private meeting with his own eyes. Dian Yao was born with the feeling of being betrayed.

His mind was in a mess, and the pain in his heart made him keep thinking about the past, the past like a nightmare...

Yan Yunlie walked into the tent and saw that Ling Qing was dealing with the injury on his arm, so he went over to help him. Ling Qing remained silent, with a somewhat resistant attitude.

"Ling Qing, what's wrong with you?" Yan Yunlie asked worriedly.

Ling Qing shook her head.

Seeing him like this, Yan Yunlie was even more worried, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help Mrs. Qi and the Qi Family Army."

"No, if you kill their commander-in-chief, I'm afraid they won't do anything in a short time." Ling Qing said lightly.

After the injury on his hand was healed, Yan Yunlie was about to help him put on his clothes, but Ling Qing pulled the skirt of his clothes to pretend that his hands were not.

"Ling Qing, what happened?" The other party's attitude of rejecting him was too obvious, which made Yan Yunlie somewhat worried, "Ling Qing, although I told you at the time, if you are willing, I can guess your thoughts for the rest of my life... But I still hope you can take the initiative to tell me."

Ling Qing looked up at him, her lips moved, as if hesitating for a moment, but she still spoke, "Yan Yunlie, tell me the truth, have you ever been ambitious?"

"Ambition?" Yan Yunlie laughed, reaching out to touch Ling Qing's face, "Of course I have, I want to bring Wanyue Villa into the power of Tianjue Sect and declare to the whole world that you are mine."

Ling Qing's eyes widened when he heard Yan Yunlie's answer "yes", but immediately after hearing the joke in his words, he turned his face away.

After repeated marriage proposals but failed, Yan Yunlie's face showed some expression of not knowing what to do, "Did I do something to make you angry?"

Ling Qing stared at the blanket on the floor in a daze for a while, then turned around, "Did you go to see Dian Yao last night?"

Yan Yunlie was startled, and knocked over the medicine bottle at hand, the powder spilled out, and the bottle spun around on the ground.

"I thought it was the congregation looking for me, but I didn't expect it to be him."

"What did you say?"

"Tianzheng Shengjiao wants to dominate the Central Plains, and the Liao people are their pawns. He also advised us not to try to struggle, otherwise..."

"Why didn't you say it?" Ling Qing suddenly became excited.

"Ling Qing, I'm afraid of you..."

"What are you afraid of me? Yan Yunlie, why do you always act recklessly? How many things have you done wrong before you know how to restrain yourself and repent?"

"Ling Qing, calm down!"

"I'm very calm..." Ling Qing said bravely, then closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

"Ling Qing, don't think about it...those are all demonic obstacles in your heart."

Snapped!

Ling Qing waved away the hand he stretched out again, "Don't play tricks there, I don't have any demons in my heart at all!"

The camp suddenly fell silent, and the two were relatively silent, as if there was a gap between them.

Ling Qing felt that the insurmountable gap had always been there, but it was covered with a cover to make people take it lightly, but it couldn't erase its existence.

"Who?" Someone outside broke the silence.

Ling Qing hurriedly pulled up his clothes and put on his sword. When the two of them left the camp, they saw a man standing on a high flagpole. The last golden light of the setting sun inlaid the brilliance of his body. The scorching red shirt was as seductive as blood. In the cold wind of the north, it is flamboyant and elegant.

"Dian Yao?"

Dian Yao looked towards Ling Qing and the others, with a bright and beguiling smile on her face.

"This is the result of you not believing my words. The Tianjue Sect is a branch of the Tianzheng Sacred Sect. You should obey the will of God and the will of the leader of the Tianzheng Sacred Sect... It is only a matter of time before you dominate the Central Plains and bring the world into your pocket." question."

As Dian Yao said, she dropped a bundle in her hand, and it fell in front of Yan Yunlie's feet and scattered, the contents inside scattered all over the floor.

Ling Qing saw that all the tokens of Tianjue Sect were scattered, and some of them were soaked in blood so that the words could not be seen.

"These are just warnings for you, who else is on Tianjue Mountain... I think you know better than me." Dian Yao laughed loudly after speaking.

Ling Qing swung the jade sword with his wrist, and the sword energy broke the flagpole. Dian Yao jumped on tiptoe to the tent on one side, and then performed lightness kung fu, and disappeared after a few strokes.

Ling Qing was about to chase after him, but Yan Yunlie, who glanced aside, stopped, and saw Yan Yunlie bent down and picked up a token, held it in his hand and looked at it silently, the hand holding the token slightly shivering...

Who is on Tianjue Mountain...

Ling Qing naturally knew it too.

Please watch the more exciting "Thinking of Tibetan Love" next episode

Unwind

"Wei Zuoshi, Mr. Ling Jun has woken up..."

Wei Yu put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the person coming with calm and indifferent eyes.

The subordinate said again, "But Mr. Ling Jun is clamoring to see the leader."

Wei Yu didn't make a sound, thought for a while, and then waved his hand to signal that he could back down.

Sitting alone in the study, Wei Yu picked up the letter signed by Yan Yunlie and read it again.

The chaos in the church has just been quelled, and there are many things, but the letter asks him to stay here to take care of this pet named Ling Jun until his injury is healed.Although he felt that entrusting this kind of matter to himself would definitely not allow him to handle the educational affairs smoothly, but Wei Yu always obeyed Yan Yunlie's instructions.

He is an orphan, and he vaguely remembers that his parents died in a famine. When a person is extremely hungry, he has no reason to speak of. In order to protect him from becoming a full food for the hungry people, his parents died in front of those whose eyes were red from starvation. under the knife.

He was hidden in a pile of straw in a bullock cart. Through the gaps in the straw, he saw his parents hugging those people tightly even though they were covered in blood, and then watched more and more people surround them, one after another. Someone scrambled for something and squeezed out from the crowd, holding a blood-red thing in his arms, hid aside and swallowed it.

Wei Yu just hid in the haystack and watched quietly, only knowing one thing in his mind, that his simple and honest father and kind and kind mother would never see him again.

Afterwards, I don't know where I ended up wandering. I sneaked around with a few other homeless children, trying to survive.One day, when he was caught stealing steamed buns and was severely beaten, he met Yan Mingshan, the leader of Tianjue Sect at the time, who is also the father of the current leader Yan Yunlie.

At that time Yan Mingshan asked him: Why didn't you beg for mercy?

He stared at the person in front of him, but didn't speak.Still carrying the stolen steamed stuffed bun in his arms, the children who lived together in the ruined temple had nothing to eat for several days.

Yan Mingshan didn't force him to answer that question, he paid for Baozi for him, and then took him to Tianjue Mountain.

From now on, he no longer has to eat and sleep in the open.

Yan Mingshan was kind to him, taught him to read and write and martial arts, and Yan Yunlie, who was about the same age as him, although he was flamboyant since he was a child, he treated him like a brother.

Many years later, I learned from Yan Yunlie that Yan Mingshan noticed him back then because of his deep and boundless personality that he had shown at a young age, and he thought he would be a plastic material in the future, so he took him to the mountain. .

Wei Yu has always been very grateful to Yan Mingshan for his appreciation and letting him escape from his miserable life. Although Tianjuejiao respects him very much, he always regards himself as Yan Mingshan's subordinate and works for him with due diligence and loyalty. Even after Yan Mingshan died of illness, Yan Yunlie became the leader, but his loyalty never changed.

When Wei Yu walked to the guest room, he saw a white figure pushing away the guards from a distance, stumbling to go out, accompanied by his movements, and the crisp ringtone of "Dingling, Dingling".The guards seemed to be concerned about his status, although there were some obstructions, they did not dare to use their strength for fear of hurting him.

Wei Yu has noticed Yan Yunlie's flirtatiousness since he was a child, and the beauties around him have changed one after another, but in Wei Yu's view, all those beauties look similar, and in the end he gave up. To memorize the names of those beauties, anyway, they will be sent down the mountain soon.

Seeing that the white figure was staggering towards the door, Wei Yu quickly stepped forward to stop him, "You can't go outside."

When the other party was stopped by him like this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength in the first breath, and his body shook, unable to lean against the pillar beside him.

It was only then that Wei Yu noticed that the sound of "jingling, dingling" came from the string of small silver bells tied with red strings around his waist, each of which was exquisitely crafted, like a child's It's interesting to hang such a large string of dozens of favorite things.

"Go away..." The voice of the voice was as thin as silk, but the tone was cold and harsh.

Wei Yu moved his gaze from the string of silver bells around his waist to his face, a trace of surprise appeared on his usually indifferent face, very light and shallow, and it disappeared before the man noticed.

The person in front of him...skin is like snow, his face is clear and beautiful, his ears and nose are trimmed, his eyes are clear and full of water, but because he has not recovered from his serious injuries, his lips are pale and his face has no blood.

"What are you, how dare you stop me!"

There was a white cloth flickering in front of his eyes, carrying a few wisps of clear fragrance, followed by a soft "slap" on his face, but he slapped him, but he was seriously injured, and the slap didn't have much strength.

"Where's Yan Yunlie? Why doesn't he come to see me!"

Even if he couldn't even stand firmly, the arrogance and arrogance in his tone did not diminish in the slightest.

Wei Yu stood there motionless, "The leader wrote a letter, saying that there are a lot of affairs in the church and he can't get away for the time being, and you are seriously injured and it is not suitable for a long-distance journey. Let you recuperate here first, and when the injury is better, he will send you back. Someone is coming to pick you up."

"I don't want it!" the man refused, "Prepare the car! I want to go back to Tianjue Mountain!"

Seeing Wei Yu standing still, he became angry, frowned, and pushed Wei Yu away with his hand, "Get out of here! I want..."

Before he could finish speaking, he lowered his head and sprayed a mouthful of blood on Wei Yu's chest. Then his body softened and he fell down towards Wei Yu. action.

Wei Yu raised his hand to catch him, and the hand that touched his back was immediately covered with warm and sticky liquid. Turning him sideways, he found a large area of ​​bright red blooming on the white clothes behind him, which was shocking. .

"Call the pharmacist!" Wei Yu ordered his subordinates, then picked him up and strode into the room.

It wasn't long before Yan Yunlie took over as the leader of Tianjue Sect, Ding You envoy was dissatisfied with him, and he instigated the followers to rebel while Yan Yunlie was not in Tianjue Mountain.

Unexpectedly, this person accidentally let this person hear about the plot of rebellion. He risked his life to inform Yan Yunlie, but was seriously injured by Ding Youshi on the way.Yan Yunlie brought some people back to Tianjue Mountain to deal with the teaching affairs, but he was seriously injured and couldn't be too tired, so Yan Yunlie left him to recuperate in Xuzhou.

It's just that he keeps making noises as soon as he wakes up, so how can he recover from his injuries?

After making such a fuss that day, the injury was aggravated instead. The pharmacist told him that the internal injury he suffered had hurt his internal organs. To be gone.

Wei Yu is a bit of an idiot, he only knows how to do things impartially, but he doesn't know how to appease people with clever words. Yan Yunlie has a lot of tricks to coax people with sweet words, but unfortunately he never ignores them.

Fortunately, a subordinate came up with an idea, saying that it is better to go to the street to find something novel and interesting, and say that it was sent by the leader, which might be able to appease him.

It made sense for Wei Yu to think about it, so he took time to go to the market after he was busy with his affairs.

He seldom comes to this kind of place. In the bustling crowd, there are girls who are dressed up or pretty or showy, and people frequently turn their heads to this tall, handsome man, who seems to be imposing. He squinted, walked forward silently, and left the secret wishes of those women's hearts behind him in an incomprehensible style.

There were various stalls in the market, and Wei Yu stopped in front of a small stall selling hairpins. The peddler's eyes lit up when he saw his outfit, and he immediately took a hairpin box and opened it, handing it to Wei Yu.

"My lord, these other things are worthless. The little girl wears them to play with. What do you think of this one? It is incomparable in terms of quality and workmanship."

Wei Yu looked at the hairpin box. Inside was a silver hairpin inlaid with emerald green. The head of the hairpin was hollowed out in the shape of a plum. He muttered, "This hairpin is most suitable for a high-ranking official like you, and it would be the best gift for Mrs. Ling."

Wei Yu stretched out his hand, retracted his fingers, then said nothing, closed his hand, turned around, strode away, and let the peddler stand there with the hairpin box in a daze for a while.

Wei Yu thought to himself as he walked, if the peddler hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that it was a woman's thing, and if he had to give him a woman's thing according to his temper, there might be a fuss.

No, just change it.

Wei Yu walked from one end of the market to the other, and then back from the other end. He had seen the lanterns and paid attention to the painted fans, but looking around, he didn't know what Yan Yunlie usually gave him to coax him.

Why don't you write a letter and ask the leader...

Wei Yu felt that it was too difficult for him to do this kind of thing, and when he was about to turn around and go back, there was a crisp and shattering sound in the air.

"Jingle, jingle."

Wei Yu looked around and found several children playing not far away. One of them was wearing a small silver bell with a red silk sash on his wrist. Waves of clear and moving sounds...

So Wei Yu couldn't help but think of the string of delicate and beautiful bells that the man hung around his waist.

When Wei Yu returned to the hotel, it was already late.

The crescent moon hangs on the willow branches like a hook, the cool night wind wrinkles the pond, the sparkling water, and the swaying green lotus envelop the small building in the other courtyard in a peaceful rest.

Seeing the maid passing by on the corridor carrying the soup, Wei Yu told her to stop, then took out a beautiful small box from her bosom and put it next to the medicine bowl, and then signaled the maid to bring the soup.

Wei Yu turned around and prepared to go back to his room, but after thinking about it, he was worried, followed the maid to the man's room, and stood far away on the porch.

The man was seriously injured, but after waking up, he didn't follow the pharmacist's instructions and lay down on the couch. At this moment, he was wearing thin clothes and sitting under the window, his eyes staring out the window, as if he was waiting for someone. .The slightly chilly evening wind blows in from the window, the clothes flutter lightly, and the blue hair is like letting out, it feels so lonely and helpless, which makes people feel pitiful.

The maid came into the room with the medicine bowl and the brocade box, and put them down on the table in front of him. I don't know what the maid said, but the man turned his face, raised his eyebrows, and scolded a few words. The maid apologized again and again, Turning and trotting out of his room.

What a difficult person to serve... Wei Yu thought to himself.

The man repelled the maid, and looked at the medicine bowl on the table with disgust, but when his eyes fell on the brocade box, his disgust turned into doubt.

He reached out to take the brocade box. Under the light, the hand holding the brocade box had white and slender fingers.

Wei Yu stood there watching his movements.

He took the brocade box and opened it. When he saw the contents of the brocade box, he was surprised for a moment, stared at it for a while, and then carefully picked up the items in the brocade box with his fingers.

There was a small silver bell in the shape of auspicious wishes in the brocade box. He held it in his hand and looked at it, the radiance flowing between his fingers.

Wei Yu raised his hand to caress the beating heart of "Dongdong", and felt a little nervous. He only thought of it when he saw the silver bell in the child's hand. This person has so many bells hanging around his waist. , presumably he likes this kind of gadget very much, so he found it in a gold shop.