As if he could feel the declining weakness of his blood relatives, thousands of miles away from the Mingyue Sect, under the moon god statue made of white marble, the man in the peacock gold robe suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if countless hands were squeezing his heart. The sudden pain in his heart made him bend down suddenly, and his right hand tightly grasped the clothes around his heart.
"The leader."
A voice came from the door of the hall, accompanied by hurried footsteps, and a strong arm grabbed Xiao Xingchen's shaky body.
"What happened?"
That burst of sharp pain seemed to be just a momentary thing. The moment Qing Ling grabbed his arm, Xiao Xingchen seemed to be stripped of that feeling by a force. He staggered and almost fell to Qing Ling. It was only by his firm support that Ling finally stabilized his body.
Seeing that he had regained his composure, Qing Ling slowly let go of him.
There was no light in the Shenyue Temple as always, only the candlelight on the wall gave off a dim light.
The long black hair that was originally tied with gentian flowers was a little messy and fell down in front of her face, adding a touch of softness to her pale and handsome face.
The pain in my chest gradually disappeared, as if it had never happened before.
Facing Qing Ling's inquiry, Xiao Xingchen just shook his head lightly: "I don't know why, I was heartbroken just now, but now I'm fine."
The statue of the Moon God on the altar looked at the two people in the audience with compassion.
On Qing Ling's long hair, the glowing spirit butterfly flapped its wings.
He moved his lips slightly, hesitated to speak, but still said, "Xingwan, how long have you been away from southern Yunnan?"
Opposite the priest in white, the handsome young leader suddenly raised his head and looked at him: "No, no."
The skin that was originally white due to living in a dark dark room for many years became a bit paler now.
Although he had lost all memory of his blood relatives after not seeing each other for more than ten years, his body had never forgotten them. When he saw Gu Jianghe again, he realized that the sudden heartache he felt during those countless days and nights was the blood relationship that could not be severed no matter how far he traveled thousands of miles.
Ever since she stayed in southern Yunnan, this link seemed to have disappeared, so long that even he seemed to have forgotten it.
But today, this strange yet familiar feeling brought back the memories of those years.
Could it be?
He didn't dare to think about it, Xiao Xingchen shook his head violently.
When she was about to leave southern Yunnan, he wanted to stop her, but she smiled and said that she would definitely come back in two years.
"The blood connection between you and her is endless. Maybe this is the last gift Ayouduo left for you." Qingling's eyes showed a faint worry, "She should have had an accident in the Central Plains. .”
There was no sound in the room, only the candles on the wall were burning, occasionally making the sound of sparks crackling.
In the ebony black pupils, the woman as cold as the cold moon seemed to appear.
"Qing Ling, I want to find her. I can't let anything happen to her."
The silver spiritual butterflies left Qing Ling's hair and kept flying around the two of them. One, then two, landed on Xiao Xingchen, as if they were silently telling their master.
"Master, you have to think carefully about traveling thousands of miles to the Central Plains?"
"Yes." Xiao Xingchen answered him without hesitation, "As long as there is any possibility of her being in danger, I will go find her. She is my sister."
His obsession with blood relatives made him even care about life and death.
Qing Ling's heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be slightly stinging.
If he had been able to persist a little longer, would he have had the chance to see Ayouduo for the last time?
Qing Ling no longer cares about her feelings, whether they are family ties or love. All he cares about is the girl who was the only one who accompanied him in those lonely years, but he never saw her even for the last time. . And this aspect that was forever missed became an obsession that tormented him for decades to come.
Now the pair of blood relatives she left behind have returned here and come to him. So how should he choose this time?
"My body cannot leave southern Yunnan. Let Yixia accompany you to the Central Plains and come back alive. I don't want to find a new leader for the Mingyue Sect."
Under the statue of the Moon God, the face of the young leader showed joy, and the gentian flower on his forehead seemed to have bloomed new petals.
In a cabin thousands of miles away, the woman leaning against the window seemed to feel her heart tremble. She unconsciously bent over and touched her heart with her hand.
"Are you okay?" Someone asked from the side, but it was gentle.
Outside the wooden house, Ranchen was naturally overjoyed to see his master reunited after a long absence, and the Nan family brothers, Ye Xinghe and others knelt down in front of him.
Wen Jirou didn't want to ruin the reunion of several people after a long separation, so she wisely hid in the house.
But as soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Gu Jianghe standing by the window, frowning slightly, and seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable.
"I'm fine," she just shook her head slightly, "It's just that my heart skipped a beat just now."
She raised her head and looked through the window, as if she had drifted to a place far, far away. She murmured something in her mouth, wondering if it was her brother or if he was okay. Is he feeling better...
Wen Jirou stared at him and couldn't help but sigh softly.
The cold woman by the window, as if nothing was wrong, withdrew her gaze and looked at Wen Jirou: "Did your trip go well? Can Platycladus orientalis be of any help to you?"
Wen Jirou nodded: "How long can its medicinal effect last?"
"Jiuxia just added some other things to maintain the medicinal properties of Platycladus orientalis leaves, but it can't last long. Half a month is the limit."
"Half a month." Wen Jirou murmured, "The time is tight, but it's enough. If Xiao Yanjing wants to kill us deeply enough, he will definitely come. I think he will definitely watch us die with his own eyes. , otherwise he won’t feel at ease.”
The early morning light shines on everyone outside the house, and also shines through the dilapidated window panes into the house, shining on the woman by the window.
They were the only two people in the house.
Although he is no longer afraid of the sun, Wen Jirou's vision is only slightly better than before. If the light is too bright, he still cannot see the face of the person in front of him clearly.
He blinked as the light stung him.
The figure by the window seemed to move. Before he could see anything clearly, he fell into a cold embrace.
He froze.
But that warm feeling came with the gentle hug, and a light medicinal fragrance spread from Gu Jianghe's hair, lingering on the tip of Wen Jirou's nose.
"You said you would take me back to southern Yunnan, so promise me to live well."
For a moment, she felt as if her life was about to end at any time, and the people she cherished most in her life were about to leave her. For the first time, she had a fear of death.
She wanted to live, and she wanted to go back to see her brother.
At that moment, my heart seemed to suddenly stop beating.
What kind of feeling is it?
He doesn't know, he can't tell the difference, it's ridiculous that he still can't tell his own feelings after more than thirty years.
He was stunned for a long time, and finally reached out and hugged her.
"I promise you, I will live and take you back to southern Yunnan to meet your brother."
