More than a hundred miles away from Jialan City, there are hundreds of thousands of vast green areas, all of which are more beautiful than the artistic conception in the poem.
The cries of apes and birds are intertwined among the dense green quilt, but no one can notice that the Mingyue Sect is scattered in this endless blue.
It was not as dim as usual, and the light from the torches in the stone room burned very brightly, giving the furnishings in the room a bright red light. The gauze curtain hangs down the dark red bed without any fluttering. Everywhere on the bed is carved with exquisite and complicated patterns. In the brass incense burner, blue-white smoke floated slowly.
Gu Jianghe was lying on the bed, her back straight and her lips pursed. She found that she could not move at all.
Her last memory was only the passionate eyes of the man in white. When she woke up again, she was already in this stone house with no outside view. At this time, she didn't even know whether it was night or day outside.
The surroundings were so silent that you could hear a pin drop so clearly.
boom--
There was a heavy sound from the heavy stone door, and the door of the stone house opened slowly, and Qing Ling in a white robe walked in. On the robe, the gentian flowers embroidered in pure silver seemed to come alive, and they seemed to be able to Smell its aroma.
His long hair was casually tied up with a blue-purple gentian flower. The light of the torch shone on the gentian flower, leaving a shadow of the flower on his face.
"You're awake." In the cold stone house, Qing Ling's cold voice echoed in the room with only two people, making it even colder. He walked to the bed, looked at Gu Jianghe with his eyes open, and stretched out his left hand. He waved his palm in front of her.
Gu Jianghe, who had been tense all the time, suddenly felt his body relax. Can he move?
She stood up without hesitation, supported the edge of the bed with her hands and sat on the edge of the bed. With some violent movements, the magnolia flower on her head was pulled out of her bun, and fell silently to the ground, at her feet. The edge broke into countless petals.
"Why are you arresting me?" She had just woken up from a coma, which made her voice a little hoarse.
"Catch?" Qing Ling suddenly laughed, and the gentian flower on her head trembled slightly with his smile, "Why catch? Have you ever thought that maybe you belong here?"
Practicing illusions day and night, Qing Ling's appearance has already blurred the boundaries of age. In Gu Jianghe's eyes, his appearance is as handsome as that of a boy in his early twenties.
"Where is this?" Gu Jianghe gasped slightly. The man in front of her made her feel an invisible sense of oppression, making her breathless. The hand leaning on the bed tightened unconsciously. Hold it. Damn it, this person's internal martial arts power must be beyond the reach of others. It seems that if he really wants to take action, an ordinary person like her who has no strength to restrain a chicken will have no ability to fight back.
"Where is this?" Qing Ling bent down slightly, stretched out her right hand and caressed Gu Jianghe's long hair. The hair that had lost the magnolia flowers was already very loose, and was touched by his hand. , more and more broken hair hung down from the back of his head, hanging on Gu Jianghe's chest, "This is your home."
Her hair even feels so much like Ayouduo, but damn, why aren’t her eyes blue? Why aren’t Ayouduo’s beautiful eyes reserved for her? The color of these damn eyes must be that. The man left it to her.
Thinking of this, Qing Ling's originally gentle dark brown eyes suddenly burst out with hatred, and with a strong right hand, she grabbed Gu Jianghe's hair.
The force was so great that Gu Jianghe made a sound as he was in pain.
But at that moment——
A cold light flashed from Gu Jianghe's hand, and she suddenly raised her right hand, and without hesitation, she slapped Qing Ling's arm holding her hair.
The heart-breaking pain made the unsuspecting Qingling loosen her grip on Gu Jianghe's hair. He took a step back and looked at the silver needle shining coldly on the Quchi point on his arm.
His scalp was still aching from being pulled hard. Gu Jianghe was panting a little, but his eyes were looking at Qing Ling indifferently.
Qing Ling didn't show the slightest anger, but laughed: "You and Ayouduo are really different. You are calmer than her."
His words allowed Gu Jianghe to capture a glimmer of information, and she instantly thought of her previous conversation with Wen Jirou in Geduo Village.
"You and Ranchen came all the way. You must have heard more rumors about the Mingyue Sect than you did on the road." In the small building, gentle fingertips played with a simple wine cup and said casually, "Southern Yunnan There is a clan of people in this place named Taji. The population is sparse and most of them are men. However, the women in the clan are all as beautiful as flowers. The saints of Mingyue Sect are all from this clan with the highest talent. woman."
Gu Jianghe listened carefully and unconsciously.
Wen Jirou put down the wine cup in her hand and looked at the woman opposite. Rather than a pair of dark eyes, it was more like a pair of dark blue eyes, like the sea without light at night, unfathomable, as if he If you are not careful, it will be sucked into your eyes.
"It is said that Taji women are born with blue eyes. Has Miss Gu ever thought about whether her eyes are different from ordinary people?"
"Ayouduo, the previous generation saint of Mingyue Sect, has never appeared in the eyes of the dead since she went into seclusion more than 20 years ago. Perhaps Miss Gu really has an inseparable connection with this place."
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Ayouduo...
Gu Jianghe slowly stood up from the bed and looked at Qing Ling with an indifferent expression: "This seems to be the Mingyue Sect."
Qing Ling shook her head lightly, and said with a sigh: "You are too calm, you are not like my Ayouduo at all."
His Ayouduo is smart, lively and willful. In the years before she rebelled against the Mingyue Sect at the age of eighteen, Ayouduo spent most of her days with Qing Ling, a monk and a young boy. Whenever he was practicing illusion by the Moon Lake, Ayouduo would sit in the flowers not far away with a berry, eating and looking at him with her face in her hands. And whenever he needed to divine the stars at night, she often came to make trouble, causing him to always fall short.
"I am not anyone, I am myself." Gu Jianghe said coldly, "Why are you arresting me?"
Qing Ling's dark brown eyes suddenly blinked, and that moment of agility made him seem to be back to the sixteen-year-old boy by the lake: "The girl grew up in the Central Plains, and she must have been without her mother by her side since she was a child. Have you never wondered why your mother doesn't want you?"
"What did you say?" Gu Jianghe frowned and shouted out loud. What Wen Jirou said was true. The Mingyue Sect really knew the mystery of her life experience. Mother, these two words were too far away for her. She almost forgot what her mother looked like in her memory, and she almost forgot what her brother looked like.
Qingling stretched out her hand and touched her smooth chin, and said thoughtfully: "Ayouduo's birthday is coming soon. I have thought about it for a long time and don't know what I should give her this year. I did a divination a few days ago. In the stars, I discovered that the descendants of Ayouduo's bloodline actually appeared in Jialan City. I think Ayouduo would really like to see the daughter she gave birth to after ten months of hard work. "
Qing Ling shook off the robe behind her, turned around, turned her head and said gently to Gu Jianghe: "Don't you want to meet me, my Ayouduo?"
The stone door opened, and the white robe crossed the cold ground of the stone room, walking towards the long and dim corridor. Behind him, the woman in the moon-white gown held her slightly lame foot, and followed closely behind her, with her long black hair. Without any accessories, her hair seemed a bit messy, but she had no intention of reaching out to tie it up neatly, letting it hang freely around her body.
Behind the two of them, a blood-red figure came against the candlelight and stopped at the door of the stone room they had just left. He was holding two round jade stones in his right hand, spinning them constantly.
"Our high priest is really infatuated. After so many years, he is still so obsessed with Ayouduo. Even her daughter is obsessed with her."
A shadow stopped in the darkness behind Mingfeng.
"The leader."
"It seems that you have some good news to bring back to me?"
"Yes, the one who appeared at the prayer meeting is the new city lord of Yunzhong City, Ranchen."
"It turns out it's him." Ming Feng brushed the broken hair between his forehead with his hand. He had grown so much after so many years of not seeing each other. He really didn't recognize him for a while. It seems that as people grow up, their abilities also improve. He has grown a lot and was able to get out of his soul-obsessing spell so quickly.
"Teacher, the Qi Yun Dan from King Nanyue has been delivered on time, and he has also prepared generous gifts for the leader."
"Has King Nanyue been obedient recently?"
"He naturally does not dare to disobey the leader's orders."
In the darkness, the shadow answered Mingfeng's every question respectfully.
"Hmph, he can't cause any trouble. If his throne hadn't been of great benefit to us, I wouldn't have wasted a Qi Yun Dan on him. By the way, the white-haired man who appeared at the prayer meeting, Have you found out who he is?"
Under the dim candlelight, Mingfeng suddenly thought of the white-haired man who walked away from Ayouduo's daughter at the prayer meeting. That figure and that white hair always seemed familiar to him, but where had he seen him before?
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me."
In the dark night, the sound of shadows kneeling down echoed back and forth in the silent corridor.
In Mingfeng's dark eyes, only the reflection of the torch on the wall flickered.
There is someone who even the Mingyue Sect can't find. There is such a mysterious person next to the Lord of Yunzhong City.
What does the ominous sign divined by Qing Ling mean?
Could it be him?
Mingfeng's pupils suddenly tightened.
