Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The county magistrate said that there were two other accomplices.

Nan Heng immediately thought of the pair of men and women who plotted against him and Xiao Tingxun.

If it was really them, they would be ruthless enough to do things this week. The old Taoist priest and this couple of men and women who are wishing to watch are not the kind of insignificant little guys, and Zhou Gan is willing to kill them when they run out.

"The night is getting dark, the two immortals should rest early, and the officials will leave first." Seeing that he was silent, the county magistrate thought he was too tired, so he said goodbye.

"Well, Mr. Lao County Prime Minister is here." Nan Heng replied.

The county magistrate waved his hand straightly: "Xiao Xianjun is polite, you saved the people of our Anze County, you are our great benefactor of Anze County, and you don't want to work."

After he finished speaking, he left the guest room, and before he left, he helped Nan Heng and the others pull up the screen and close the door.

Hot water and a change of clothes were delivered in a short while. Nan Heng and the person who came to deliver the things thanked him and locked the door from the inside.

The hot water in the big bathtub was steaming with white steam, and the clothes they changed, whether in material or style, were all of the best quality, the latest styles, and the colors were about the same as what they were wearing now.

Nan Heng curled his lips, the county magistrate really put in a lot of effort.

On the bed, Xiao Tingxun sat quietly leaning against the head of the bed, his eyelashes drooping slightly, neither speaking nor moving.

After Nan Heng tested the water temperature, he took out a few spiritual herbs from the Qiankun bag that could nourish spiritual power, tore them up and threw them into the bathtub.

Then he walked to the bed and helped Xiao Tingxun up: "Master, go take a bath and change your clothes?"

His voice was very soft, but Xiao Tingxun didn't answer, nor did he make any gesture of rejection.

Nan Heng tried to take off his clothes, but he didn't resist, but when Nan Heng was about to take him to take a bath, he turned his head and looked at Nan Heng.

"What did he leave me?"

Nan Heng took his hand and paused. He thought that Murong Qing's loss of soul had dealt too much blow to Xiao Tingxun, but he didn't expect him to keep thinking about it.

"At my place," Nan Heng tentatively said, "take a bath first, and then we watch together?"

"Okay." Xiao Tingxun agreed obediently.

Xiao Tingxun seems to be coaxing now, Nan Heng heaved a sigh of relief, watching him enter the tub by himself, the warm water flooded over his snow-white and thin shoulders, and his long hair spread out in the water.

"Then... Master wash slowly, I will send you clothes later."

After Nan Heng finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. If he stayed here for a while, he might lose control of himself.

However, before he could move, Xiao Tingxun had already grabbed his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" He turned around.

"What did he leave for me?" Xiao Tingxun looked at him with persistent eyes.

"Huh~" Nan Heng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and squatted down, "Remembering Pearl."

"Bring it."

Xiao Tingxun stretched out his hand towards him, his eyes were also stern.

His fingers with white knuckles were on the edge of the basin, and he tilted his head slightly, water drops rolled down his white neck.

I don't know if it was the temperature rising from the tub, but Nan Heng felt his cheeks were hot, and he looked away instantly.

Then he took out the small white bead from the universe bag and put it in Xiao Tingxun's palm.

His fingertips were cold, touching Xiao Tingxun's warm palm, he paused slightly, and then moved away.

Xiao Tingxun didn't pay attention to these, he condensed a wave of spiritual power from his palm, and struck towards the Memory Pearl.

A dazzling white light flashed, but the bead didn't break, and rolled leisurely in Xiao Tingxun's palm, and then a light blue figure passed by and stopped in front of the two of them.

Tall, thin and elegant, but the two of them are very familiar.

The hood on his head was taken off, revealing Murong Qing's pale and delicate face.

"I'm too impatient, this thing can't be hasty." He smiled, and put a finger on his lips, "Wait until the right time to open it, you must... hold your breath."

The phantom's expression was very comfortable, but after saying this, it slowly dissipated.

Xiao Tingxun's face was not recovering much, and the color faded little by little. He was holding the edge of the basin with his fingers very hard, and his knuckles turned white.

"Master," Nan Heng saw that his expression was wrong, and quickly called him, "You put this away first, we will talk about it later, you take a bath first, and the water will be cold when you enter."

But Xiao Tingxun didn't move, he clenched his teeth and stared fixedly at the white spot in his palm.

After a while, he handed the Memory Pearl back to Nan Heng.

"Take it away, don't let me see his things." Xiao Tingxun was a little disgusted.

Nan Heng had no choice but to put the beads back into the universe bag: "Then I'll go out first."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left, and heard Xiao Tingxun's soft "hmm" behind him.

But before he could get around the screen, there was a sudden sound of water splashing.

He stopped and turned back again.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Tingxun tilted his head and leaned against the side of the basin, his long hair soaked in water stuck to the side of his face, his eyes were closed, his breath was weak, and he suddenly passed out.

Nan Heng hurriedly fished him out of the bathtub, put him on the soft bed beside him, dried him with a clean handkerchief, and helped him change into a clean thin shirt.

When he was about to pull the quilt to cover him, Xiao Tingxun frowned, his eyes were still closed, but he stretched out his hand and grabbed Nan Heng's sleeve accurately.

Nan Heng paused, and used the other hand to pull the quilt to cover him: "Sleep, I won't go."

But Xiao Tingxun didn't sleep soundly, his brows were furrowed, his face was still pale, and his lips were pursed tightly without blood.

He shook his head uneasily, as if he was having a nightmare.

Nan Heng reached out to probe his forehead, and suddenly saw him move his lips, and spit out a low, inaudible raving.

"Master, where are you going?"

Xiao Tingxun's forehead was hot, Nan Heng touched it with his hand, then brushed his forehead hair away, and pressed his own forehead close to it.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed in front of his eyes, and Nan Heng felt a little dizzy.

He scowled and shook his head.

When he regained his composure, he realized that he was standing in the small courtyard with bamboo fence in Hanlin Peak of Changqing School.

This came back suddenly?

He looked around, the ancient pine in the courtyard was still standing with its neck crooked, some pine needles fell on the stone tables and chairs under the tree, and there were also bamboo leaves floating in from the bamboo forest outside the fence next to it.

"Master, where are you going?" A youthful voice rang out.

Nan Heng searched for his reputation, and saw a handsome and cheerful young man wearing a white Changqing school uniform standing at the door of the bamboo building, as if he was calling for people.

The boy's brows were bright and gentle, but there was a hint of anxiety. Seeing that the person at the door didn't answer, he ran down the steps and chased after him.

Nan Heng followed him, and saw Murong Qing's light blue figure.

And the boy just now was naturally Xiao Tingxun when he was a child.

When Murong Qing saw him chasing him, he had to stop. He raised his hand and touched Xiao Xiao Tingxun's head, smiling helplessly: "The battle of Aoshan is imminent, and all sects will send people to Guchen Pavilion to discuss countermeasures."

"Then you take me with you." The young man looked up at him with a serious face.

"I'm going to discuss with those old things how to deal with the demons, what do you do with a child?"

"I'm already 12 years old, I'm not a child anymore." Xiao Xiao Tingxun persevered.

Murong Qing sighed, took out a book from the small bundle on his back, and stuffed it into his arms: "Don't go, it's nothing interesting. Nuo, when I went down the mountain, I went to the town to find the book, you Look relieved?"

"I don't want to look." Xiao Xiao Tingxun didn't answer. He put his hands behind his back and stood upright, "Master, you also think that the Lingshou Stone is broken, and the disciples of the various sects guarding the Lingshou Stone were killed. Did your sister do it?"

"What do you think?" Murong Qing asked without answering.

"I don't think so." The young man clenched his fists tightly and his gaze was firm. "Sister Leng is not that kind of person."

"Well, then follow your heart." Murong Qing said, reached out and tapped on the young man's heart, "Justice comes from the heart."

"Then why do you still want to go?" The young man seemed a little puzzled, "There are also Soul Sacrifice Sect and Yaoxian Valley, their heads obviously know Sister Leng and who she is, so why do you go to discuss how to deal with the devil?" Besides, Sister Leng is dead, and the demon clan has no leader, if the Lingshou Stone was really destroyed by Sister Leng, then she has already died to atone for her sins, why do you want to crusade against the demon clan?"

"You..." Murong Qing paused choked by his series of questions.

After a while, he said: "But there are some things that cannot be proved by a 'trust'. Killing people to pay for their lives and debts to pay back money all require evidence. Killing people requires evidence, and debts require IOUs. People will believe it."

"Little Ah Xun, maybe this world is not so fair." After he finished speaking, his eyes fell in the distance, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"I see." The boy didn't ask any more questions, but obediently responded, "Then when will you be back? I'll wait for you at the foot of Hanlin Peak."

"At most three days." Murong Qing said.

He withdrew his gaze, and when he looked at Xiao Tingxun again, his face had already changed into a gentle smile, and he still stuffed the book into Xiao Xiao Tingxun's arms.

"Hold it, hold it. I'm bored in Hanlin Peak. After practicing the sword and reciting the mantra, I'll watch it for entertainment. When I come back, I'll bring you something fun."

"Okay." Xiao Xiao Tingxun nodded.

"Well, then I'm leaving." Murong Qing waved his hand, this time it was true, and went down the mountain.

Nan Heng stood aside, watching Xiao Tingxun in his youth standing at the door of the bamboo fence. He didn't turn back until Murong Qing disappeared, and sat down on the steps of the door of the bamboo building, dragging his cheek with one hand, I don't know what to think.

From just now, he discovered that he should have connected Xiao Tingxun's state of mind by mistake, and the current scene should be what happened in Xiao Tingxun's youth.

Knowing that his existence would not be discovered by the people here, Nan Heng boldly walked over and sat with his young master.

The young Xiao Tingxun is not as cold and unkind as he is now, with soft cheeks and curled eyelashes, the young boy is pouting his mouth, sitting alone on the steps sulking.

He picked up a pine branch and scratched it on the ground, muttering something.

Nan Heng approached and heard him say: "Idiot, Murong Qing, you are such an idiot."

"The Changqing sect is no longer the head of the hundred sects of the immortal sect. Now Guchen Pavilion is the leader of the entire immortal cultivation world, and Zhou Gan is the great immortal who leads everyone. What more fairness do you want?"

"Isn't it good to stay on Hanlin Peak? The First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, and Fourth Elder don't talk, and you charge forward alone."

"Why did I worship such a stupid master as you?"