Looking for plums under the moon

"Get up first..." Ling Guyue patted the snow on her body, pulled Shen Luo up from the ground, and saw that his body was full of scars. Although she wanted to find out what happened to him in the past two days, this place was not a place for conversation , I plan to go back to the city and ask again.

Along the way, Shen Luo held his hand, either walking with a dull head, or staring at others with hostility.Especially Xiao Qiu, as long as he gets a little closer to Ling Guyue, he will be shocked by the cold air released from his body and back away.

"Brother Shen..." Xiao Qiu called out to him cautiously.

"Brother, who is he?" Shen Luo asked Ling Guyue.

"His name is Xiao Qiu, he is... our little junior brother."

"When did we have an extra junior brother?" Shen Luo's face was not very good-looking at first, but when he heard the words, he turned pale, and he held Ling Guyue tightly, "Didn't Shen Dongxie always only belong to me and senior brother?"

Seeing his panicked expression, Ling Guyue said softly, "I'll tell you when I get back."

Shen Luo nodded, although he had all sorts of doubts, he had no choice but to suppress them in his heart for the time being.

I don't know if it's because he's been kneeling for a long time, but his gait is a bit staggering, Ling Guyue slowed down a little to make it less strenuous for him to follow.

After finally returning to Pingnan, they looked at the high corners of the Feiyun Pavilion from a distance, and they felt a little relieved.

Fan Shiyao and a group of disciples guarded the door early, and heaved a long sigh of relief when they saw that they had all returned.

"Brother A Ling, are you okay?"

Ling Guyue said: "We're fine, what about Brother Lin? How's his injury?"

Fan Shiyao said slowly: "Mr. Lin, it's okay. Fortunately, Liu Feimo's slap didn't hurt his vitals. He can get out of bed and walk around now. But he is very worried about you. Now everyone is back safely. Just go and tell him the news!" After saying that, he ran upstairs.

Looking at her back, Ling Guyue turned her head slightly, "Qingzhu."

"exist."

"My junior brother and I go up first, you ask grandma to cook a bowl of ginger soup and bring it up later, the rest of you have been running all night, go back and rest."

"Yes." Everyone responded and dispersed.

Ling Guyue brought Shen Luo into the room, just after entering the door, Shen Luo's feet softened and hung on him.

"Junior brother..." Ling Guyue thought that he wanted to get closer to her, so she helplessly helped him onto the bed and put him down.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy..." Shen Luo yawned.

Ling Guyue was taken aback, "Then you can sleep for a while." Anyway, the man has already returned, so it is the same to ask him later.

Shen Luo opened his eyes, looked at him and said, "I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I won't be able to wake up."

"What nonsense?"

Shen Luo's voice gradually weakened, "I'm not talking nonsense... Brother, my arms and meridians hurt so bad... Am I dying?"

Ling Guyue's face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly tapped his meridians, only to find that there was no internal force in his meridians.

what happened?What about his martial arts?

Ling Guyue suspected that she had made a wrong diagnosis, so she replaced it with his dantian, but the result was still the same, the sea of ​​Qi was empty, Ren Du's two veins were blocked, it was obvious that she had exhausted her martial arts!

"I can't hold it anymore..." Shen Luo was in a daze, his voice was almost inaudible, "Senior Brother..."

"It's nothing, you can go to sleep," Ling Guyue lay down beside him, and said slowly, "I'm right here."

The corner of Shen Luo's mouth slightly raised, and finally closed his eyes.

When Qing Zhu came in with Jiang Tang in his hands, the two were lying on the same bed, Shen Luo's hands were still tightly around Ling Guyue's waist, neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

Ling Guyue looked at the top of her head in thought, turned her head and saw that it was him, she gently took Shen Luo's hand from her waist, got out of bed and looked outside, motioning him to put down the ginger soup and go out with her.

Walking to the door, Qingzhu asked eagerly: "Master, what happened to the head?"

Ling Guyue thought for a while, and decided to tell him about it, "Just now I checked my junior brother's pulse, and found that his meridians were damaged, and his martial arts were lost..."

"What?" Qingzhu gasped, "Did Liu Feimo do it?"

Ling Guyue pondered: "It should be him."

"But..." Qing Zhu couldn't accept it for a while, "But if the master's martial arts are useless, how did he kill Liu Feimo?"

Ling Guyue couldn't figure it out either, and shook her head, "He seems to have been greatly stimulated, and he's not sober. Let's try not to mention this to him."

Qingzhu responded, and said again: "By the way, the Buddha Heart Sect sent someone to ask about the head of the sect. After all, he disappeared with them. See, uncle..."

Ling Guyue thought for a moment, and said: "Let's say that the younger brother left suddenly after receiving the news from the disciples in the faction. Now that he has returned, thank them for their concern. Others... don't reveal too much."

Qingzhu nodded, then backed away.

Ling Guyue returned to the room, saw that Shen Luo had sat up, his eyes were empty, so she walked over with ginger soup, "Junior brother, drink this."

Shen Luo didn't ask anything, took it and drank it in one gulp, then looked at him without blinking.

"What? Did you sleep well?"

Shen Luo looked down at his hands, then raised his head and continued to stare at Ling Guyue, wondering: "Brother, why didn't we die?"

Ling Guyue's eyes flickered slightly, "Why do you think we will die? Who wants to kill us?"

Shen Luo's eyes were blank, "Who told me..." He suddenly covered his heart, with a painful expression on his face, "Who..."

Seeing cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Ling Guyue hurriedly pressed on his shoulder, "Forget it if you don't remember it."

Shen Luo calmed down a little, but his face was still pale, his thin lips parted slightly, "I don't know who that man is...he seems to have drunk a lot of my blood," he said, stretching out his sleeves, revealing the old man on his arm. Scar, "That's right...he also told me that the brother is dead and buried on the top of the mountain."

The person who drank his blood was his master, and the person who lied to him must have been Liu Feimo. Shen Luo actually put these two things together...

Ling Guyue tentatively asked: "Then do you still remember Master?"

Shen Luo shook his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, I seem to have forgotten many things..."

"Then what do you remember?"

Shen Luo thought about it for a while, "I remember that my brother and I have been living in Shen Dongxie, and there are many plum blossoms outside Shen Dongxie..." He suddenly remembered something, and carefully took out something from his close-fitting clothes, Seeing that it was intact, he frowned, raised his hand and said, "Senior brother, look... the flower is still in good shape!"

Ling Guyue looked into his hand, and saw that he was holding a pale white plum, which was exactly the one from decades ago.

Ling Guyue took it with complicated eyes, "You have become like this, what are you still protecting it for?"

Shen Luo said seriously: "This is a gift from my brother."

Ling Guyue thought in her heart: You obviously gave it to me... Sighing, she put it away, stood up, "You rest for a while, I'll ask someone to come and see your injury."

But Shen Luo grabbed his sleeve and said bravely: "Brother, I'm fine."

Although he was still able to sit up and talk, his body was innumerable with numerous large and small injuries, and he was actually at the end of his strength.

Ling Guyue gently brushed off his hand, bent down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, "Junior Brother, be obedient."

Shen Luo looked at him in disbelief, and suddenly, a blush rose quickly on his pale cheeks, and he stammered: "Master, brother, come back quickly."

"Okay." Ling Guyue smiled at him, pushed him down on the bed, and was about to leave, but the moment she turned around, the smile on her face suddenly faded.

"Master Uncle, you mean that we will leave for Pingchuan tomorrow?" Qing Zhu was a little worried, "But the head's injury..."

Ling Guyue said: "I took the pulse for my junior brother, and the injury is the second. Just be careful not to be too bumpy on the road. What I worry about is that the people from the Qiushui Changyuan sect will find out that Liu Feimo is dead sooner or later. If they find Liu Feimo at this time When they come to your door, we are understaffed and it is quite difficult to deal with them."

"That kind of villain!" Qingzhu raised his eyebrows and said, "He tortured the leader like this, and he still has the face to trouble us?"

The coldness in Ling Guyue's eyes flashed, "Liu Feimo is still like this, let alone his disciples."

"But even if I go back to Pingchuan, the sect master has lost all his martial arts right now. If there is an attack by a master, I can barely hold on for a few days. I'm afraid that the news of the sect master's serious injury will spread to the world, and people with malicious intentions will be afraid." I will take the opportunity to be unfavorable to Pingchuan..."

"You don't need to worry too much about it." Ling Guyue turned her head and looked out the window. The wind and snow had stopped, and the sky suddenly appeared. "Isn't the Great Elder still there? He is also from Pingchuan, how could he just sit idly by?"

Qing Zhu settled down a bit, "Okay, I'll go and inform my juniors now, and I'm going to go back tomorrow morning."

"Wait," Ling Guyue called him, "Do you still have the wound medicine?"

"There are a lot more!"

"You take the medicine first, and go to see the head's injury. It's not too late to talk about it after everyone wakes up."

"Yes." Qing Zhu nodded.

Ling Guyue watched Qingzhu enter the sinking room, listened outside the door for a while, and found that there was no abnormal sound coming from inside, then turned and walked down the corridor.

When he came to a door, he stopped, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

I saw Lin Jue leaning on the door, panting slightly, and seeing that it was him, a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Are you OK?"

After the two asked, they realized that the other was also asking themselves.

Ling Guyue smiled faintly: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Lin Jue frowned, "Did Liu Feimo hurt you?" He was holding the door frame with his fingers, his fingertips turned white, presumably because he had been standing for a long time.

Ling Guyue said: "Brother Lin, don't you remember that I didn't take the initiative to invite you in last time, so you want to retaliate?"

Lin Jue glared at him, and let him walk into the room sideways, while she sat on the bed, and the two looked at each other across a table.

"Miss Fan said you have no—"

Lin Jue interrupted him suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Yesterday...you shouldn't have saved me."

"how do I say this?"

Lin Jue said: "My parents are deceased. They neither know martial arts nor have any school. It is not a pity to die... You are different from me."

Ling Guyue shook her head, "There are so many people in Shuyinglou, although I can't name some of them, but Miss Qingchan, Miss Luyuan, and Third Uncle, aren't they your relatives? If you say that, where do you put them... ..."

Lin Jue lowered her head and said, "But no matter where I go, I'm just a burden!"

Ling Guyue was surprised: "Why do you think so?"

Lin Jue laughed at himself, "Isn't it? I was a sick child since I was a child, and my third uncle had to go to Pingchuan to steal Tianshu grass for me, which almost killed him; later, my father found Fang Yuchou, and although he kept my father But he passed away not long after. Others said that he died young because of me... Miss Fan saved me once, and you saved me from Liu Feimo yesterday. Others are paying for me, but what about me? What can I do for them? I wanted to use Nuanyanyu and Hongyaowang to reshape meridians, thinking that I could pick up my father's sword and complete the old days for him. It's a pity, but I found... I can't do it after all!"

Ling Guyue said: "Do you know what Miss Qingchan said about you?"

Lin Jue raised his head slightly and glanced at him.

Ling Guyue said: "She said that Shuying Building is her home to her, and you are naturally her family. I think not only her, but all the girls in the building should think so. You Saying that your death is not a pity? I think it is the opposite. If something happens to me, Shen Luo will go with me in the worst case. There will only be two new graves added to the world, but if you are gone, how many women in Jinling will live on the streets ?”

Lin Jue was at a loss for words for a moment, holding his palms together and unable to speak.

Ling Guyue said again: "My father and Uncle Ge are well-known heroes in the Jianghu. What are heroes? Naturally, they are those who save all living beings and have both benevolence and virtue. They have chased and killed the green-clothed robber for thousands of miles. Investigating the Poison Shou Demon's Nest, but in terms of the number of people you have saved, you are far more than them. People in the Jianghu are human beings, and ordinary people are also human beings. According to me, if your father is still alive, he will definitely be proud of you."

Lin Jue opened his mouth, wanting to say something, looked at him for a while, but finally just sighed softly: "Ling Guyue, I didn't expect you to be able to say so much..."

Ling Guyue smiled, "'Being in the Jianghu for a long time, I have to be a Jianghu person', but what I said to you today, every sentence comes from the bottom of my heart."

Lin Jue looked at him, and he looked back, his eyes were clear, and he lowered his eyes, "So, I probably understand. By the way..." He suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "Is Shen Luo okay?"

Ling Guyue's complexion changed slightly, "He seems to have been stimulated by something, and he can't remember many things."

Lin Jue let out an "ah" and saw that his face was slightly lonely, and wanted to comfort him, but didn't know how to say it.

"It's nothing, as long as the person is still there, there will always be a solution." Ling Guyue smiled at him, stood up and said goodbye, "Brother Lin, rest well, I discussed it with Qingzhu, and I will return to Pingchuan tomorrow, I wonder how you arrange it?"

Lin Jue said, "Of course I'm going to Jiaochen Pavilion."

Ling Guyue was stunned, and thought: Could it be that he wants to ask for the Red Medicine King at this time?

Lin Jue saw that his brows were slightly frowned, and she took out something from her waist and handed it to him, "This... is for you."

Ling Guyue followed his hand and saw that he was holding a string of jade pendants, above the bright yellow tassels was a beautiful jade as black as thick ink.

"Warm Smoke Jade?"

Lin Jue said: "You saved Luyuan once, and you saved me again. I have to pay back the two lives I owe you. Nuanyanyu is one of them. As for the king of red medicine... I won't fight with you either. I know you can't do without Shen Luo now," he curled his lips, "then I'll go to Jiaochen Pavilion to get it for you, and then find someone to send it to Pingchuan, so you can go back with peace of mind."

Ling Guyue stood on the spot, staring at him fixedly, "Have you thought about it?"

Lin Jue suddenly felt free and easy, "In the worst case, I will be my boss Lin with peace of mind. I still have so many people to support, so it's not a waste of time to come to this world. In the future, if you come to Jinling, you can Come to Shuyinglou to find me, what to eat, what to play, I will tell someone to take you there."

Seeing that the gloom between his brows had disappeared, Ling Guyue stopped being polite, took the Nuan Yanyu, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Thank you."

Turning around to leave, Lin Jue suddenly stopped him, "You once said that you want Nuanyanyu and Hongyaowang to save people. Tell me honestly, who are you trying to save? Is it Shen Luo?"

Ling Guyue stopped in her tracks, turned her head and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you. The one I want to save is indeed Shen Luo, but the reason——I can't tell you."

Lin Jue snorted softly, "I knew it was him..."

Ling Guyue returned to Shen Luo's room, and saw that the wound on his body had been carefully wrapped in gauze, and he was quietly drinking the medicine from a medicine bowl. Without even blinking, I drank it slowly like drinking tea.

"Senior brother!" From the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Guyue enter the door, Shen Luo hurriedly wiped off the residue from the corner of his mouth, his eyes lit up.

Ling Guyue walked to the bed and sat down, "What else is wrong with you?"

Shen Luo shook his head first, then suddenly said: "One thing... When Qingzhu bandages me, for some reason, I always feel that my blood is especially smelly." He just thought about it, and couldn't help frowning .

Ling Guyue was also puzzled, "Why?"

Shen Luo shook his head, turned his head, the tip of his nose brushed against Ling Guyue's arm under his sleeve, then grabbed his hand and sniffed, "But senior brother's smell... seems to be very sweet."

In the blink of an eye, Ling Guyue thought of a possibility. Could it be that the backlash of the ten-direction forbidden technique is finally coming?

Fortunately, Shen Luo just sniffed it, and then intertwined his fingers, his eyes flickering, "Brother, you just...why did you kiss me?"

Ling Guyue blinked, smiled and said: "Is it not possible?"

"Of course..." Shen Luo's heart skipped a beat, looking at the smiling face in front of him, he suddenly leaned forward, tapped his lips, and watched his reaction nervously.

Ling Guyue touched the corner of her lips, and commented: "It smells like medicine, a bit bitter."

"I'm sorry," Shen Luo's face turned red, "Qing Zhu gave me a piece of candied fruit just now..." He said, he took out the piece of candied fruit wrapped in oil paper from under the pillow, opened it and threw it into his mouth.

"Don't you hate bitterness..." Ling Guyue hadn't finished speaking, but Shen Luo leaned over again, pried open his lips, and put the candied fruit into his mouth. Although he has forgotten many things now, but At this time, he could move his lips and tongue without any teacher, as if he wanted to merge with him.

The candied fruit melted under the tip of their tongues, and it was as sweet and greasy as the new honey in the spring breeze in March. After just one sip, the lips and teeth were full of rich fragrance.

It's too sweet again!Ling Guyue thought.

The author has something to say: The cute point of the author in the last chapter is: Even if Shou Jun loses his memory, he can still recognize Gong Bao at a glance!The closest guess is "Where can I find such a good attack" this little cutie!I seriously suspect she stole my reference answer!

And what. . .Why do some people guess navel oranges? I obviously haven't started working on yellow ones yet. . .