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The next day Longying did not return to Huiwu Camp.

Neither did the third day.

The winter rain and snow in Buixingyi is uncertain, the sky is always cloudy, the cold wind blows into the doors and windows, Jiang Baitian looked sleepy, at first Longying thought he was afraid of the cold, so he turned on the floor heating, prepared a hand warmer, and bought him a few more. A new set of clothes to keep out the cold.

There are very few houses in the lower city that can afford floor heating. Although Longying's house has them, this house was actually given by someone else. I went to buy charcoal again.

After a lot of work, the room finally heated up, but Jiang Baizhou was still depressed.

Long Ying likes to hang around him, giving him the best in everything, but those things may not be considered good in Jiang Baizhou's eyes. When Long Ying gave them to him, he never showed any surprise at them. color.

Long Ying guessed that even if he wasn't a god, he must have been of noble birth, he was used to seeing jewelry and costumes and seafood delicacies, and he didn't pay attention to anything.

Long Ying was not discouraged, he was like a high-spirited warrior who wanted to fight for Jiang Baizhou to the last moment.

But Jiang Baizhou didn't need him to go to the battlefield, and he felt a little bit sorry to see him busy.

This afternoon, Long Ying traveled across most of the city to the east of the city to buy a box of snacks.The streets in the city are crowded, and except for trucks, horses are generally not raced. He went on foot, and it took nearly two hours before he came back.

When Jiang Baizhou woke up from his afternoon nap, he saw snacks on the side of the pillow, and Long Ying was sitting beside him reading a book.

The book is reversed, and people are prudish. When they saw him waking up, they immediately asked for credit: "Brother, try it."

"..."

Jiang Baizhou suspected that Long Ying was eager to repay his kindness, and that's why she treated him so wholeheartedly.

He opened the food box, picked out a piece, and when he took a bite, the sweetness filled the air.

Long Ying asked, "Is it delicious?"

Jiang Baizhou nodded, but did not take a second bite.Long Ying was a little disappointed, but her eyes still followed him. Jiang Baizhou got out of bed to tidy up his appearance, tied up his long hair, turned around and said, "Your weird poison, did it happen again today?"

Long Ying shook her head: "No, it should be fine, brother's blood is so powerful."

What Long Ying said was intentionally flattering, but it was also true.

He has relied on hallucinogenic drugs for many years, and he has accumulated a lot of toxins in his body. Even if he is not sick, he can still feel himself in a daze occasionally, and that is the toxins clamoring to remind him that he is an addict.

But since he drank a little of Jiang Baizhou's blood that night, he has been refreshed for the past two days, and the residual poison seems to have been swept away, but the aftereffect is that he has become more dependent on Jiang Baizhou.

This is probably not a pathological effect, but his heart is causing trouble.

Jiang Baizhou sat in front of Longying, the room was very hot, he didn't wear much, a light single shirt, the belt was not fastened, and it hung loosely, Longying's eyes drifted to him and then drifted back restrainedly.Jiang Baizhou yawned, and said softly, "It's fine if you're fine. By the way, why aren't you busy? Stay with me every day, and be careful not to miss your business."

Long Ying said: "Brother, because of my lack of energy and blood, I have been in poor spirits for two whole days, so I am worried."

Jiang Baizhou was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help smiling: "Lack of energy and blood? Thank you for thinking it out."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Without further explanation, Jiang Baizhou took the book in Long Ying's hand and flipped through two pages, "What are you looking at? Art of War?"

Long Ying smiled shyly: "Just take a look."

Jiang Baizhou said: "I remember six years ago, you said you couldn't read."

"I learned it later." Long Ying whispered, "After you left that year, I met my teacher. He taught me many things and led me into wildfire."

This is a secret past.

Long Ying never told the second person.

Six years ago, when Jiang Baizhou left, Long Ying's heart went away with him, leaving behind a body, not knowing where to go.

There are a lot of unwanted children like Long Ying in the downtown area, and they all have the same clothes and appearance. Long Ying blends into the crowd with a little change of clothes, avoiding the pursuit of Feiguang Temple.

He didn't know when Tang Chunkai first discovered him.

At that time, there was a hundred-year-old tree in the west of Buried Star City, and Longying liked to avoid people and stay alone under the tree.That day he was squatting on the ground, holding a branch in his hand, using the ground as paper, and kept writing Jiang Baizhou's name.

He can write very few characters, and he can count them with two hands, and the three characters "Jiang Baizhou" are exactly the most correct ones he has written.

He sketched these words over and over again on the rough mud floor, as if the more times he wrote, the person he missed would appear out of thin air.

When I wrote it dozens of times, someone behind me suddenly asked, "Who is Jiang Baizhou?"

Long Ying hurriedly stood up, wiped her feet, and the words on the ground disappeared.

The person who spoke was a white-haired old man, dressed plainly, but with an extraordinary bearing. Long Ying had never seen such a person before, and instinctively felt a little uneasy.

The old man asked him: "Isn't Jiang Baizhou your name? Who is he to you?"

Long Ying didn't say a word, she turned around and wanted to leave.

The old man caught him and said with a smile: "Boy, I'm not a bad person, why are you running?"

He said, "I have something to talk to you about."

"..."

Long Ying showed vigilance, and the old man said: "Do you know wild fire?"

Long Ying wandered around the streets all day, of course he knew, but he didn't understand it, just like he didn't know enough about Feiguang Temple, it was a matter of another world, and he didn't need to worry about it.

He didn't say a word, Tang Chunkai began to talk at length, telling him the origin and belief of the wildfire, as if preaching.

Long Ying couldn't listen to a word, so Tang Chunkai glanced at his feet and said, "Is Jiang Baizhou someone you admire? It doesn't look like a girl's name."

Long Ying was flustered and ashamed when she was poked at the center.

Tang Chunkai understood, changed his tone, and deliberately provoked him: "Boy, with your appearance, how can you have the right to admire others?"

"..."

Long Ying's heart felt like a needle.

How could he not want to get better?

But Jiang Baizhou is far away in the sky, how many natural moats and mountains will he have to cross before he can walk in front of his sweetheart?

Longying wants a way.

Tang Chunkai paved the way for him.

In this way, Long Ying joined Wildfire and became Tang Chunkai's disciple.

What he didn't expect was that a year later, he was placed into the Feiguang Palace and entered the inner gate.

The inner gate of Feiguang Hall is as dangerous as hell, countless people fight each other, and only the victor can come out alive.

He was forced to intrigue with others, suffered for four years, drank blood every day, and after he came out, he transformed into a white dragon left envoy personally appointed by the lord of the palace, and was then sent to the lower city to rectify Xie Yan.

Tang Chunkai undoubtedly changed Longying's fate.

But for a long time, Long Ying didn't understand why she was chosen.

Only later did he know that it was not Tang Chunkai who chose him, but that among all the people Tang Chunkai chose, he was the only one who survived to the end.

A few years have passed, and now that Long Ying thinks back, those experiences are a bit blurred, only the countless bitterness and pain in the process are engraved into the bone marrow, and she can't forget it even if she wants to.

Long Ying avoids the most serious and focuses on picking interesting things to tell Jiang Baizhou.

He said: "When I was practicing calligraphy, the teacher taught me to read poems and essays. My attention was not on the quality of the essays. I always liked to stare at a few words and look for them over and over again..."

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Baizhou was curious.

Long Ying paused and said, "Look for your name."

Jiang Baizhou chuckled lightly: "Why is there my name in the poem?"

Long Ying: "Occasionally, I can see one or two homonyms. I pick them out and put them together. It's you."

Jiang Baizhou was dumbfounded.

Without him asking the reason, Long Ying went down the steps by herself: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that I... I have no relatives, and I have nowhere to place my longing. I am forced to miss you."

Being forced to do nothing, Long Ying discovered for the first time that she was so eloquent.

The hateful thing is that Jiang Baizhou actually believed it: "So that's how it is."

He had a look of enlightenment, as if he had figured everything out suddenly, no wonder Long Ying liked to cling to him, it turned out that it was because he couldn't find anyone else to cling to.

Long Ying: "..."

Long Ying was dejected.

The box of snacks ended up in his own stomach.

Jiang Baizhou is not greedy for his appetite, especially he doesn't like strong-tasting food. Longying understood this, and got rid of the bad habit of wanting to buy him everything he saw, and only picked what he liked.

They passed a few days without incident.

During this period, Longying went back to the martial arts camp twice, and when he was away, Jiang Baizhou went out alone.

Today, Jiang Baizhou's spirit is better. In fact, he himself does not understand why this is so. Losing that little blood will not affect his body. After thinking about it, he attributed it to water and soil problems.

Now that it was done, Jiang Baizhou didn't think about it any more.

It was the first time he went out during the day, and the scene in the city was quite different from that at night. Last time he visited the night market, bought a lantern, and memorized most of the criss-crossing routes in Buixing Town. This time, he walked. is the rest of the route.

After only exploring two circuits, Jiang Baizhou had a nearly complete map in his mind.

But he couldn't find his way to Uptown.

When it was getting dark, he returned the same way, and by coincidence, when he walked out of Changming Street, he ran into a familiar person, who was the old coachman whom he had met that day.

The old coachman was still in the business of hauling goods. He was parked at the door of a shop, loading goods on the car. Jiang Baizhou walked over and said hello to him: "Old man, how are you doing these days?"

The old coachman was taken aback when he saw him, and was pleasantly surprised: "My lord, are you here too?"

Jiang Baizhou nodded, still remembering his false identity as a Luodu refugee: "I will stay at a friend's house for a few days, and I will make plans for the future."

The old coachman was enthusiastic and wanted to say that he could find him if he needed help, but when he looked up and saw Jiang Baizhou's clothes, he didn't look like he needed his own help, so he stopped talking and laughed dryly.

Jiang Baizhou was carrying a few boxes of snacks, which he bought for Long Ying.

He took out two boxes and handed them to the old driver, saying, "Give it to Xiaosong and his sister."

The old coachman was flattered, and even more surprised that he remembered his grandson's name. He reluctantly declined, but he didn't push him away, so he could only thank him repeatedly: "The two children must be very happy because they haven't eaten good food! It's rare that you remember them."

Jiang Baizhou smiled, said goodbye to the old coachman, and walked towards home.

When he returned, Long Ying was already waiting.

Twilight is dim, and there are signs of snowfall.Long Ying sat at the door like a statue, staring at the end of the road with empty eyes. At first glance, it seemed that he had been sitting here for thousands of years, so lonely that he was not alive.

Jiang Baizhou paused and called out, "Longying."

Hearing his voice, Long Ying cheered up and stood up abruptly: "Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Baizhou said: "It's boring to be idle, I'm going out for a walk, here."

He handed the bought food to Long Ying, Long Ying opened it and took a look, then complained softly: "Call me to accompany you next time, what if you get lost?"

"How could it be? I'm not a child." Jiang Baizhou laughed, "However, I do need your guidance on something."

"Where is brother going?"

Jiang Baizhou pondered for a while: "The relative's house should be up there."

He pointed to the upper city, with a slightly indifferent expression: "But I don't know if they welcome me or not."