snow every week

The so-called emperor stayed in Ningqingzong for more than ten days. He waited until the big formation was completed and every fairy elder was looking forward to it, and when the tail of late spring was on the tip of his wife's illness. Yiyi ground to go.

Yu Hanling didn't have any plans to meet him or someone, but he still went to take a look from afar.

He saw that the man was wearing red clothes, but the color was subtly different from Xie Dian's clothes. He was surrounded by white-haired fairies with cloud-like sleeves, and was called Dijun Dijun, still turning his head three times a step.

Yu Hanling came head-on, but Yu Hanling didn't have much awe, just stared at that face.

That's it, he was born with a bit of beauty, and he could only maintain his human appearance by pretending to be a disguise. He couldn't even be considered a clever guy, so he cheated Song Yuan away.

The other party also looked back, for a while, neither one person nor the snake moved, and the fairy elders on the side felt obedient, and dispersed one after another, leaving room for conversation.

Yu Hanling didn't intend to speak at first, but seeing the other party's unmoving appearance, he became a little annoyed for no reason: "You...do you know that this trip is dangerous?"

Just now Xuexue held Song Yuan's arm that was gradually cooling down, and wiped away the tears. Now the delicate and hot feeling in her hand still remained, she was forced out of the door in a daze, and stopped following everyone's movements. At this time But he replied blankly, "What?"

Yu Hanling didn't know where his anger came from, so he just took a breath and said, "Even if it happens, if there is an accident...is it worth it?"

In fact, what can be called an accident is that his so-called father god, the Gonggong family, did not get well when he failed, not to mention that Zhu Yimen regards Zhu Rong as his respect, and now he respects Zhu Rong as the emperor according to a saying. If this matter fails, if there is another reason to cross the river and demolish the bridge another day, how long can he carry the title of an emperor.

Xuexue understood, his mind is much clearer, he is no longer like the chaos on the snow mountain, but he is not good at pretense, after thinking about it, he asked.

"Who are you? Why are you asking this?"

Yu Hanling was silent for a moment, and almost felt ridiculous for a moment. It turned out that Song Yuan had never mentioned it.

But such a question is reasonable, but if you ask yourself to answer now, it will appear dull and arrogant.

But Xu was in a mood of restlessness, Xuexue didn't wait for his words, she looked ahead, her expression was still cold and blank, her tone was decisive, but the content of her words was quite tender and authentic: "It's worth it, it's not good, A Yuan can't be cured , even if it is cured, you will have to wait to die like you.”

He thought it thoroughly, it seems that he also knew in his heart that Zhu Yi's respectful and respectful words were nothing more than coercion. However, this matter actually had its own reasons behind it, and Yu Hanling was completely incapable of judging, so he fell silent. Mo, just replied: "Yu Hanling, Song Yuan's teacher."

Xuexue nodded to him, as if she never knew the reason: "Then how do you treat Ah Yuan?"

He doesn't follow the common etiquette that is not pleasing to the eye, and he doesn't know that he can't ask people like this, how about the master, anyway, he can't ask A Yuan, so he can just ask this person casually.

Asking Yu Hanling how to answer, he opened his mouth, refusing to admit that he couldn't ask for a word.

If it is in the eyes of others, it is naturally good. Yu Hanling picked up Song Yuan, gave him a name, a place to live, and let him change from a little beggar with nothing to a Yuheng Jun who is envied by thousands of swordsmen. Disciple, if it's not good, how could Song Yuan almost lose his life for getting medicine for him.

But he himself knew that these were all "his" achievements and had nothing to do with him at all.

For no reason, the root of Yu Hanling's tongue became bitter.

He obviously doesn't care.

Xuexue thought about it for a while, and found that A Yuan mentioned it once, saying that the purpose of going up the mountain was to collect medicine for the master, so it should be good to come to this master, but if she were herself, she would not be willing to work so hard for A Yuan to collect medicine, so This person was not very attractive to snakes, so he nodded and did not wait for another word.

"I don't have anything else to do, I'll go first, see you later."

Goodbye.

Yu Hanling watched him go, and stood there for a long while, before he finally got up and went to see the sick Song Yuan.

Not thin anymore.

The hot face was wrapped in a quilt, and the cheeks were wet and red, but it was obvious that he was recovering soon, he slept quite peacefully, and his eyebrows were peaceful. It seemed that the emperor's personal treatment of the disease was quite effective.

But Yu Hanling recalled the last time they met seven years ago, he accidentally ran into Song Yuan arguing with the three disciples.

"Brother, that's Master, don't you really, no... that's just a painting, right?"

"Brother, do you know about Master Xu of Fengyunguan, if you love Master, you will be scolded and despised by the whole world."

......

At that time, his heart was already trembling, and he didn't even see clearly the face of the third disciple who had ulterior motives, he only heard Song Yuan's trembling voice.

"So what?"

At that time, when he saw Song Yuan's face, it was pale, weak and thin, with drooping brows and eyes, and he accepted the punishment without a word of refutation.

Yu Hanling asked the third disciple to step back, thinking that he should justify himself, rather than sending him to confession.

Song Yuan remained silent for a long time, then raised his eyes again, stared at him, and asked slowly.

"Master, is that you?"

At that time, Yu Hanling was taken aback, only to realize that the seniors and the servants hadn't noticed, but Song Yuan, this seemingly weak but always kind and docile disciple, unexpectedly knew about it without anyone noticing it.

He never thought that Song Yuan would find anything, "he" is actually not much different from him, trapped by the demon fire, he is just a prisoner in this physical body, he is also tired and dissatisfied, and treats others very indifferently.

In the shared memory, "he" is not much, and he has never shown much kindness. Could it be said that, just such a sad little care, will anyone remember it so clearly?

But it doesn't make much sense, he thought indifferently, because "he" has been refined, and he has retreated for more than ten years just for this.

Bu Zhou Lian, who took too much medicine when he was young, saved him from the claws of the demon fire, but it also shook his original steadfast sword heart and split the young boy's soul.

The reason why it is difficult is also because of the balance of power.

But in the whole world, no one else should know this secret.

So he looked at Song Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face again, and he spoke, but said uncontrollably: "...you have been thinking about the past in your room these few days..."

Killing thoughts arose in Yu Hanling's heart, and there was still a remnant of spiritual thoughts.

He had no expression on his face, and after all, he carried it with his cultivation base, and then said word by word: "I want you to remember, as a disciple, filial piety and obedience to the etiquette are the right way, not to imitate the behavior of a shameless beast."

After he finished speaking, seeing Song Yuan slowly widen his eyes and then slowly lower them, his heart that should be happy is blocked instead.

This disciple, but with a pair of beautiful eyes and a weak and meek temperament, actually coaxed "him" to be like this.

Until he heard the news of his death, his heart was shocked strangely.

In the next seven years, when Yu Hanling refined the lotus flower that was bought with Song Yuan's life, he often thought of his expression at that time.

"He" is just a little bit of preferential treatment, with a slightly pleasant face, he actually coaxed Song Yuan like this.

Then he felt that the divine sense would never be removed, and "he" was always wrapped around his heart, reminding him with every beat.

You swore to me that you would treat him preferentially in this life.

you lied to me.

Yu Hanling condescendingly glanced at the man under the quilt again, perhaps aware of it, or suffering from illness, the man muttered a few words.

You don't need to listen, it's not like seven years ago. Now what he says and thinks in his heart is no longer a master.

Song Yuan developed a fever on the flying boat, and was sent to Shuangyun Pagoda within half a day.

Normally, even if it was more severe, it was nothing more than being tortured to death. It was definitely not like this time. The alternation of cold and heat was more painful than before, but when I was unconscious, I could feel the changes in my whole body.

Something seemed to be calming down in the dantian. He couldn't open his eyes, let alone stand up. There was a cool touch on his arms. He heard Xu Xu's chattering words, and his voice was old.

"Dijun... gradually stabilized..."

"It's all right if you think about it...just be more careful in the future..."

"Can do some spells...but compared to before..."

Then it was quiet again.

At this moment, he felt something familiar and warm fall on his cheek, and then a similar breath sprayed against his ears.

"A Yuan, wait for me."

It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless nightmare, his chest burst open suddenly, and the wind of emptiness passed through, and the memory hovered in it like broken cloth, he couldn't remember, he just struggled to wake up.

Can't do that to him, this talker is different.

You can't go, and those who have sworn to stay together forever.

But it was quiet after all, something warm and soft touched his arm, and skillfully put it back under the quilt.

Then, even if it was procrastinating, the sound of footsteps faded away.

From between the eyelashes of the person on the bed, another thin layer of tears quietly seeped out.

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People are best at loving people from memory.

This plot, I tried my best, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Line, the only if can only be if Xue is a powerful and beautiful wife who was dumped by someone, Yuan, a domineering snake who married first and then fell in love (what is this), or Xue is a junior who came from the mountains to learn art, and snake was an intellectual and gentle senior Yuan captured her heart fiercely, and her tail was accidentally controlled by scales (is there such a thing?) His wife played hard and lost his innocence () or something, or Xue was a bad snake in the evil way. Following the hot wife, being beaten all the way, just flirting and scolding never stopped (), innocent brother Xue is also very tasty, Xue Xue brother also doesn’t want others to know that you have a big tail, hahahaha cool kill me (already crazy)