Dust of hidden love

"Ling Qing—!"

"Young Master Ling!"

People were rustling on the hillside, the sky was getting dark, and the sight in the woods was even more blurred. It was raining and it was impossible to light a torch. Yuan Bugui could only hope to find someone soon.

According to what the man said, Ling Qing left with anger, thinking about it, it was almost as if his other half's sword was held in the hands of an irrelevant person, no one could swallow this breath.

Yuan Bugui turned his head and looked at Yan Yunlie who came to find someone together. He was wet from head to toe at this moment, and the always suave and unrestrained Hierarch of Yan University also showed a bit of embarrassment, with the same expression as he just slapped him just now. The finger marks of a palm.

"Master Yan, if you don't have feelings for Ling Qing, let him and the child go..." Yuan Bugui said to him, "This way... it's good for everyone."

Yan Yunlie didn't answer him, but searched around without saying a word. When he found a small slope, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped down.

Under the small soil slope, there was a touch of blue mixed among the weeds and gravel. Yan Yunlie walked over slowly, and when he saw it clearly, his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone.

Ling Qing fell to the ground on his side, his body was covered with grass clippings and dirt, dark red blood was faintly leaking from the part where his clothes were torn, and he curled up into a ball trembling.

"Ling Qing!"

Yan Yunlie ran up to pull him up from the ground, but his hands were so cold that he couldn't feel the temperature, Yan Yunlie quickly took off his cloak and wrapped him up, "Ling Qing...Ling Qing? How are you? This seat will take you up now."

Ling Qing seemed to recognize his voice, and waved her hand to break away from Yan Yunlie's arms, "I dare not bother the leader of Yan University." He said coldly, although he had no strength, but the intention of refusing was fully reflected.

Yan Yunlie took his arm and did not dare to let go, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "I will just bring you up, Yuan Bugui is very worried about your situation." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull his other arm, But before he touched his hand, he threw it away forcefully, and what happened next completely stunned Yan Yunlie.

Ling Qing thought that he was reaching out to take away the sword in his hand, so she hugged Gui Meng tightly, her rain-wet hair sticking to her face in a mess.Wet in wisps, through the rain-dripping hair, Yan Yunlie saw that he was looking at her.

There was pain, resentment, and pleading in those eyes, as well as the pity shown by that desperate little animal.

His lips, which were purple from the cold, opened and closed slightly, but no sound came out, and he held Gui Meng's hand so hard, that the pale skin on his thin fingers seemed to be stretched apart by the phalanx, cut by weeds and sharp stones. Opening the palm, the bright red thread meanders along the pattern on Guimeng's scabbard.

The two faced each other silently in the heavy rain, suddenly Ling Qing let out a low snort, frowned in extreme pain, arched her body, and covered her upper abdomen with one hand.

It was only then that Yan Yunlie saw that there was a large dark stain on his body. He didn't pay attention because he was wearing dark clothes. The dark stain was melted by the rain and seeped into the soil, behind him. dragged for a short distance.

Looks like things are going badly.Yan Yunlie also ignored his refusal, pulled him up again and hugged him into his arms, but heard Ling's trembling pleading.

"Don't take Guimeng away...that's my sword...don't take it away..."

The voice, which was as breathless as air, slammed into Yan Yunlie's heart like a heavy stone.

Yan Yunlie lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, only to see that his originally clear and transparent eyes were half-opened with some effort at this moment, and his eyes were slack and empty looking at the sky above. It was unknown whether it was because of the cold or the pain. The person shivered and convulsed.

How could this be?

What did I do... to force him into such a situation?

"No... No one will take your Guimeng..." Yan Yunlie stroked his back softly, "Good boy, I'm just here to take you up..."

When Ling Qing heard that no one took his Guimeng, he relaxed a little, and as soon as he relaxed, the pain from his stomach rushed through his whole body.At this moment, I was tortured by the cold and pain for several hours, and my consciousness began to fall into chaos.

Ling Qing only felt that the arms of the person holding her were very warm, and the warm voice was reassuring. She couldn't help but feel like a person who was sinking in the water and was about to drown had found a driftwood that could save his life. grabbing.

"It hurts...I hurt so much."

Yan Yunlie picked him up and walked up the mountain, "It doesn't hurt, we'll go find Yuan Bugui right away... Be good, it doesn't hurt..." Coaxing him softly, he hugged him even tighter, this is also him... …

The only thing left to do now.

Back on the hillside, seeing Ling Qing's appearance, Yuan Bugui naturally didn't give Yan Yunlie any good looks. He took Ling Qing's hand, felt his veins, touched his stomach, and said affirmatively: "He's about to give birth, take him back first."

Yan Yunlie hugged Ling Qing and carried him all the way back to the hut. Yuan Bugui didn't care to change his wet clothes once he entered the room, and while ordering someone to boil hot water, he took out a silver needle and gave it to Ling Qing. Needle.

"Master Yan won't go back to accompany you, "Qin Lin" The two of them faced each other silently in the heavy rain, suddenly Ling Qing let out a low snort, frowned in extreme pain, arched her body, and covered her upper abdomen with one hand.

Yuan Bugui's sarcastic words were like a knife, stabbing Yan Yunlie's heart mercilessly.He stood silently at the side and watched Yuan Bugui take off Ling Qing's clothes.The high and round belly was exposed, and it seemed to be shaken by something for a moment.

There was its own child... there was its own...

It's not that he doesn't have this kind of understanding, but this is the first time he feels it so clearly. There is an unbreakable bond between himself and the person on the bed. A little life that has deeply fused each other's spirits into the blood, he will When you grow up, you can talk, and you will look like one of the two, or combine the appearance of each other, and you will be like a continuation of your own life.

It was an uncanny feeling, but he had felt it before.Just when he knew that "Qin Lin" might have a child with himself, but now.Instead of the ecstatic ecstasy at that time, there were more indescribable, complex and indescribable emotions in it.

He is Qin Lin, he is not...he is...

Yan Yunlie was troubled in his heart.

Ling Qing seemed to be in severe pain, shaking his head constantly, his loose hair was disheveled.

Yuan Bugui pressed his belly twice, then leaned over and patted his head, "Ling Qing, the baby is coming out, do you remember what Mrs. Qi taught you?"

Ling Qing nodded indiscriminately, and then began to adjust his breathing. Yuan Bugui smiled and praised, "Yes, that's it. You know I'm not a midwife, so the most important thing is to rely on yourself."

"Hmm... ah!" Ling Qing let out a low cry, and suddenly propped up his upper body, his pale face was dotted with beads of sweat, and watermarks appeared faintly on the dry undershirt he had just put on.

Yuan Bugui turned his head, "If Master Yan wants to stay here, come and help."

Yan Yunlie walked over, and according to what Yuan Bugui said, he pressed Ling Qing's upper body to keep him from moving.Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Qing's protruding stomach and spread feet. When he looked back, he saw that his eyes were wet and he bit his lower lip tightly. The pain was fully revealed on his face, but the child But it was too late to come down.

Shuaibugui explored Lingqing's veins, and finally discovered the crux of the problem.When Ling Qing fell down the hill, she must have been afraid that something would happen to the child.Therefore, he used all the zhenqi in his body to protect the fetus, but now that the qi and blood were in chaos, he couldn't remove the zhenqi that protected the baby, so the baby couldn't be born for a long time.

"Ling Qing, try to mobilize your true qi and guide all the true qi in your body back to Yuan."

Ling Qing stopped exerting herself, then shook her head vigorously after a while, "No... Pharmacist, I can't..."

"Ling Qing, you can't give up! If you don't give birth again, you and the child will be lost!"

"I can't do it..." Ling Qing raised her upper body slightly, "Pharmacist...leave me alone, just..." He raised his hand and pointed at the abdomen and made a "cut open" movement.

Yan Yunlie was secretly startled, lowered his head, and faced Ling Qing's eyes, only to see that his eyes, which were previously chaotic due to unconsciousness, are now as clear as stars in the dark night, shining brightly and resplendent Like beads.

Ling Qing looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, this smile sent a chill down Yan Yunlie's spine, he had seen his smile too much, and every time he smiled like this, it was when he chose to give up.

"Master Yan..." Ling Qing said slowly, "Master Yan, don't worry... my child... I will pay you back... if it's not enough, this life..."

"Stop talking!" Yan Yunlie stopped him from continuing, he didn't want to listen, what he said was like an unreasonable Shura, like a ghost without human nature.He came to demand debts from him, to ask him to pay with his life... However, I no longer thought like that at the time, and the impulse at that time was enough to make me regret it.

Yan Yunlie hugged Ling Qing, let him lean into his arms, and asked Yuan Bugui, "Just let his true energy return to its place, right?"

Yuan Bugui nodded, "Hurry up, the child and him won't last long."

Yan Yunlie took Ling Qing's hand, palms facing each other, and the other hand resting on his back, slowly mobilizing his internal strength, helping him return the uncontrollable zhenqi to its place.

Ling Qing didn't refuse, and let his true energy pour into her body, it was very warm.It was the kind of warmth that made him feel a little extravagant. He would never have thought that he was so close to him as Ling Qing, but under such circumstances, how ironic!

As the zhenqi was channeled back bit by bit, the pain in the abdomen became more and more obvious, the kind of falling pain that seemed to tear the body in two from the inside.

The past is all in front of my eyes. The first encounter on the post road eight years ago, and the lovesickness in the dark for six years without even knowing it, and then the unexpected encounter at the foot of the dusty mountain two years ago. This is the beginning of all mistakes. , he sank and lost in this mistake, but finally had to face the reality and bear the punishment of deception...

In this world, how many eight years are left for him to chase, get intoxicated again, and pass by twice to stop and look back?

No more, no more...

Ling Qing raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Yunlie, his eyes traced the handsome face in front of him.He opened his mouth, "Master Yan, can you agree to the next request?"

Yan Yunlie was taken aback by his gaze, such familiar gazes awakened a certain sleeping scene in his memory, a young man wearing a half mask, surrounded by the night and moonlight, slightly raised his head to look at Looking at myself, there is nostalgia and affection in my eyes that cannot be contained and overflow...

My heart couldn't help being moved, "You tell me..."

Ling Qing lowered her eyes, and looked away, "If the child is born smoothly... I will still live in the world... Please, Master Yan, use the "Spiritual Constipation" technique for me..."

Yan Yunlie didn't think much about it. Isn't it just the soul-hunting technique? What's so difficult about it?Now he only thought that he and the child were fine, so he readily agreed.

Ling Qing turned his head to the side and looked at him with complicated eyes, then grabbed Yan Yunlie's hand violently, almost exerting all his strength, raised his head and leaned back, so that the line of the neck was tightly tightened .

The tearing pain rushed to the forehead along with the tailbone, and just when Ling Qing was almost unable to catch his breath, the heavy object in his stomach slid out of his body with a gust of liquid.

The baby cried loudly, accompanied by Yuan Bugui's excited voice, "I gave birth! I finally gave birth! I'm still a brat!"

Yan Yunlie stared blankly at the little thing in Yuan Bugui's hand that was red, with wrinkled skin and was still connected to the umbilical cord. With a pale face, Qing's body was as soft as a piece of paper, she slipped out of her arms and fell onto the bed.

"Ling Qing?!"

Yan Yunlie came back from the study and walked into Wuyou Tingxue Pavilion. The nanny had just fed the baby and was hugging him and coaxing him to sleep.

Yan Yunlie walked over quietly with his hands behind his back, and saw that the little face exposed outside the swaddling baby was showing a satisfied expression after eating, Tao Huafen's lips were pursed slightly, and there was a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Yunlie couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw it, so he couldn't help reaching out and poking his round, pink and tender face with his fingers, who knew that the child opened his eyes without touching him twice, black and shiny. Liang's eyes flickered and blinked twice, then he frowned and cried "Wow", as if he was dissatisfied with being woken up from his sleep.

The cry was crisp and bright, and it was so penetrating that Yan Yunlie frowned slightly.The nanny smiled while coaxing the child, "Young master is really handsome, with exactly the same facial features and eyes as the leader."

Yan Yunlie didn't make a sound, only suppressed his expression, turned around and walked out of Wuyou Tingxue Pavilion slowly.The outside of the pavilion is full of spring, but a certain corner of Tianjue Mountain is still as cold as ice, lonely and silent.

Although there were some twists and turns at the time of birth, the child is fine, but Ling Qing hasn't woken up since that day.

Walking into his room, he was greeted by a scent of medicine.Yuan Bugui's statement.There is nothing serious about Ling Qing's body, his recovery ability is much better than ordinary people, he has been awake, maybe it's just that he doesn't want to wake up.

"why?"

"Then I'll ask you, Hierarch Yanda."

Yan Yunlie dragged a chair and sat down beside Ling Qing's bed, silently looking at the sleeping person lying on the couch.It was already the tenth day, and during these ten days, he could only be fed some decoctions and watery porridge. Finally, under Yuan Bugui's care, his rosy cheeks regained a little, and then became pale and sunken.

Yan Yunlie also realized that during the ten months he was here, he hardly received good treatment. Even though Ling Jun and Yuan Bugui took care of him successively, he was completely indifferent to him. After realizing that he had conceived a child with him, he still chose to escape.

Only after seeing it with my own eyes can I know how hard it is and the great pain the body has to endure, but this is not the first time for Ling Qing.

In fact, Yan Yunlie has thought about it carefully in the past few days. Some mistakes have already been made and caused indelible wounds in each other's hearts, and some things have no way to recover. He can wait for the future. If Ling Qing If he wanted, he could live with him and raise their children together.

The child is like an invisible thread, tying him and him together. Although Yan Yunlie still has some barriers in his heart that cannot be dissolved, he feels that he can make up, and maybe there will be changes in the future, even if in his heart, "Qin Lin" and "Ling Qing" are still two different existences, even if there is a little overlap, they are still different in a certain way.

Thinking of this, Yan Yunlie leaned over and stretched out his hand to straighten Ling Qing's temple hair.

"Ling Qing, wake up quickly, you haven't seen your... Our child, I haven't named him yet, I want to wait for you to think about it..."

Feeling awkward saying these words, Yan Yunlie withdrew his hand, and then saw Ling Qing's finger protruding from the quilt, and wanted to put his hand back into the quilt for him, but when he held that hand, there seemed to be a moment of shock. The feeling of deja vu ran through the veins from the touching fingertips.

Yan Yunlie lowered his head and looked at the hand in his palm. It was Ling Qing's hand holding the sword all the time. His fingers were thin and slender, and there were sword calluses on his fingers and in his palm.Yan Yunlie looked at it, and then did a very inexplicable thing that maybe even he couldn't explain - he put his hand against his palm, and then interlaced his fingers, interlocking them.

So that familiar feeling struck again, as if it wasn't the first time I held this hand, that familiarity went deep into my bones.

Some images slowly appeared in his mind. On the way back from Shijun Mountain, the two sat in the carriage with their fingers intertwined; the first time he arrived at the foot of Tianjue Mountain, he showed an expression that was about to turn around and run away. He was held by him and trotted up the mountain; on the way to accompany him to the practice room, he also held his hand like this...

At that time, I thought that I could hold "his" hand like this for the rest of my life, and be happy with my son all over the world.

"I'm sorry, I have caused you to suffer so much... But do you know how much Mu Zuo misses you?"

Yan Yunlie held Ling Qing's hand and slowly moved it closer to his lips, just when his lips were about to meet...suddenly awake!

As if being scalded, Yan Yunlie hurriedly let go of his hands, stood up, looked at the person lying on the couch who was still asleep, then turned around and left quietly.

The door was closed softly, but Yan Yunlie didn't see it. The fingers of Ling Qing's hand resting on the outside of the quilt moved in response.

At night, Yan Yunlie heard Yuan Bugui say that Ling Qing had woken up, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty, because of what he did and said when he lost his mind before him.

The next day, Yan Yunlie went to the hut where Ling Qing lived to see him. While walking on the road, he thought that if Ling Qing asked to see the child, he would let him live in Wuyou Tingxue Pavilion.Regarding the relationship between the two, he still wants to make amends and try to improve it further, after all he has decided to accept this person to live by his side in the future.

But when he got there, he found that things were far from what he thought. Ling Qing's attitude towards him was still very cold, even deliberately alienated. He only showed a slight smile when facing Yuan Bugui. It was understandable, but to his surprise, Ling Qing never mentioned anything about the child, as if he had completely forgotten about the childbirth.

After coming down several times, finally taking advantage of Yuan Bugui's absence, Yan Yunlie asked him cautiously, "Ling Qing, do you want me to take you to see the child?"

Unexpectedly, the corner of Ling Qing's mouth twitched, "Master Yan wants to remind me not to forget how I forced me to eat Kuishi lotus that day, and how I forced me to conceive as a man and give birth to a child in October." To pay you?"

Yan Yunlie was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect it to be like this.He thought that he liked the child in his stomach very much, he thought that he would be like himself, when he saw that small, soft and noisy little guy, he would be very happy...

At that time, Mingming saw him patting his stomach dotingly, calling the little thing in his stomach "bratty boy", the appearance of liking and looking forward to it: When Mingming couldn't give birth anyway, in order to keep the child, he would not hesitate to make Yuan don't care about it. Cut open the stomach and take out the fetus...

Why is this the attitude now?

"You really don't want to take a look? After all, he is..."

"Master Yan..." Ling Qing interrupted him coldly, "For me, this child was not conceived voluntarily, but just according to Master Yan's wishes, to pay Master Yan for his life... ..."

Yan Yunlie staggered two steps back, his heart was tightly blocked.

He didn't believe...he didn't believe that the person who could kill himself for the child's death could be so indifferent now!He also wanted him to live in Wuyou Tingxue Pavilion to accompany the children, and he also thought about living with him and raising their children together...

"If Master Yan has nothing else to do, please allow me to rest quietly." Ling Qing issued an order to drive away the guests.

Yan Yunlie looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it, so he turned and walked towards the door.

Before his feet had crossed the threshold, Ling Qing's cold and flat voice sounded behind him, "I ask Master Yan not to forget what Master Yan promised me that day."

Boom!Yan Yunlie slammed his fist on the door frame and walked away.

Ling Qing stared at the direction of the door for a while, then turned her gaze back to her flat stomach, and touched it with her hands, just like when the child was still there.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, "If not..."

If not, I would be reluctant to keep the child, even if I wiped out the Tianjue Sect, I would still take the child away!

Ling Qing's health was fine, so Yuan Bugui left Tianjue Mountain to find Ling Jun and Wei Yu.

On that day, Yan Yunlie sent Yuan Bugui all the way to the mountain gate of Tianjue Sect, but he followed "Guide" down the stone steps without looking back.

Yan Yunlie has been standing there without moving for a long time, like a stone sculpture by the gate, even if he can no longer see Yuan Bugui's figure, he still stands there.

Wei Yu is a brother who grew up with him, and Yuan Bugui was his first close friend when he first entered the rivers and lakes, and now they are all gone...

Yan Yunlie felt unspeakably lonely, as if he had been abandoned.

He thought that many things that would remain the same forever, and maintained according to the status quo, have quietly changed now, just like the relationship with these two people.And he knew very well that the instigator of this disintegration... was himself!

A few days later, Yan Yunlie, who had already lost his soul, heard something like a thunderbolt from the clear sky again from Ling Qing.Ling Qing asked him to use "soul-destroying" on himself, but it was to erase his memory.

Yan Yunlie thought that he was still hating what he had done to him, and this hatred would not hesitate to use "forgetting".

But Ling Qing told him calmly, "It's not hatred... Master Yan, you think highly of yourself. I really hate you to the bone, so I can kill you with a sword, otherwise... we can die together..."

"What is that?" Yan Yunlie asked.

Not hate, what is it?

Ling Qing looked at him, her clear eyes curled up slightly.

"It doesn't matter what it is, it's just that I'm tired... Some things can't be taken away in my heart and can't be thrown away. It's better to forget them all." Then the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she was a little absent-minded. "How good is it to forget? Forget it all, so that this world can go on..." It seemed to be for Yan Yunlie, but also for himself.

Yan Yunlie wanted to say that even if he had forgotten, there was still no way to change what had happened.But he didn't say it out, just because when this idea was generated in his mind, he was the first to shake himself.

Isn't it true that I have never been able to accept some established facts?Isn't it true that I have been escaping all the time?

It's just that... Ling Qing is a little more ruthless to herself.

"So, what are you going to forget?"

Ling Qing lowered her head and blinked her eyes.Then he raised his head and said word by word: "I don't want to remember anything related to Master Yan..."

In an instant, Yan Yunlie seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.The bone-piercing cold entangled every bone, every meridian, tightly wrapped around his whole body, and then, like an invisible hand, stretched out to grab his heart, slowly clenched it until all the The blood was frozen, and the whole body couldn't feel any warmth, it was such a creepy and terrifying cold.

Yan Yunlie clenched his fists, "Ling Qing, have you really thought about it?"

Ling Qing didn't answer immediately, but nodded after a moment of silence, "Think it over."

"Well, you look into my eyes..." Yan Yunlie stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and touched Ling Qing's eyebrows, "Since when?"

"Eight years ago... on Guanshan Post Road."

Yan Yunlie was stunned again, he thought Ling Qing's answer should be that night at the foot of Dust Mountain two years ago, but he didn't expect...

Eight years ago...

Seemingly understanding what Yan Yunlie was in a daze for, Ling Qing said: "That's right, eight years ago, Master Yan certainly didn't remember...but I remember it very clearly..."

It is still as clear as yesterday, the handsome and suave man in black, his slightly rough fingers gently wiped away the blood stains on his face... In that year, when I had just turned one year, Ling Qing, the moon-wanting son, had a little love in the Jianghu. Fame, but he was teased as Young Master Splitting the Moon.

Now, whether it is Waning the Moon or Splitting the Moon, everything should come to an end.Eight years is long enough... I have never experienced such an exhausting unrequited love in eight years.

"Master Yan, why haven't you started yet?"

Yan Yunlie was stunned at the "eight years", his fingers slightly bent, he wanted to ask him something, but looking at his calm eyes, he understood that it was too late to ask anything now, and there were many things around him happened, and what he saw was far from a result...

The bent fingers straightened again, "You look into my eyes now, whatever I say, you do..."

The sky is drizzling again, and Xiangxi is humid and rainy, and the rain always carries the fragrance of soil.

Yan Yunlie sent a young man in white clothes to the mountain gate of Tianjue Sect. The young man was handsome and gentle, holding Gui Meng in his right hand and a 64-bone purple bamboo umbrella in his left.The rain soaked his clothes and sleeves, but it added a bit of clarity to his temperament that blended with the beautiful mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River.

This is the clothes he wore when he came to Tianjue Mountain before. When the young man took the clothes, he was surprised at how well it fit, as if it was tailor-made for him. The clothes are not suitable for Jiang Suzhong, who fights and kills like him.

As soon as Yan Yunlie heard it, he felt his throat tightened suddenly, something churned in his chest, and the sour feeling hit his nose all the way from his chest.

He knew that he didn't really like white clothes with wide waist and sleeves like this, and he also knew that he was not born with gentle manners.He didn't tell him that when he erased his memory with "Dementor", he would allow himself to see his past.

So he saw the feelings that he had hidden deeply for eight years, the sneaky gaze hidden in the crowd, the stop and look back after passing by, and the many, many things that he dared not speak...

Only then did he realize that it was not a kind of hatred that made him choose to forget, but a feeling that he suppressed silently, but finally chose to give up.

And the person who caused all this...

The young man who has forgotten his past has a gentle smile on his face, and a pair of bright eyes still seem to hide thousands of emotions, but there is no figure of himself in these eyes.

After erasing part of his memory, he had to make up some fillings. Yan Yunlie told him that he came here because he broke in when he was assassinating Huo Xian and was poisoned by the secret poison of Tianjue Sect that he planted in the room. Tianjue Mountain Detoxification.

He didn't ask too much, and believed everything.

Ling Qing walked up a step, stopped again, turned around and saluted with his sword, "Thank you for taking care of Master Yan these days. In the future, Master Yan will be in trouble, and I will do my best to help you."

Yan Yunlie saluted back, "Be careful on the road." Then he opened the bamboo tube containing the "leading way", "They will take you down the mountain." When everything inside flew out, he handed the bamboo tube to him, "When we reach the bottom of the mountain, we will take you down the mountain." When the bamboo tube is opened, they will fly in by themselves, and they will be used again when going up the mountain.”

Ling Qing took the bamboo tube and made another salute, "Master Yan sent me here personally. It's very polite. I can go down the mountain by myself. Please come back, Savior Yan." After speaking, he turned around and walked down the stone steps slowly .

In the continuous drizzle, the light white clothes seemed to be covered with mist, the raindrops moved and dripped along the umbrella ribs, the footsteps on the bluestone steps gradually faded away, and the thin figure finally walked slowly. disappeared from sight.

There is a sentence that Yan Yunlie didn't tell him——

You are the last person who can send me here...