pillow mountain river

The cold main hall was wrapped in layers of thick curtains, and occasionally a gust of wind passed through the gaps, blowing the candles.The shadow of the candlestick was elongated on the ground, like a tall and thin figure.

The man in red crawled under the steps of the hall, like a withered flower that fell into the soil and could no longer shake in the wind.

In the huge hall, apart from the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick, there was no other noise.

There was a loose chair on the steps, and one person was leaning on the back of the chair, rubbing his forehead with his hands.

"I gave you the magic weapon, and I also sent someone to teach you the enchantment formula. Is this the result you gave me?" The man laughed, "Not only did the mission fail, but he also threw away his helmet and armor, even his own weapon. ?”

The man in red bowed to the ground, and when the man said it, his forehead was pressed against the back of his hand, and he didn't dare to lift it up.

"Master, I was about to succeed, but a monk appeared out of nowhere..."

The man reprimanded indifferently, "Shut up."

"Master," Ming Cong bit his lip, raised his head to look at the person on the steps.

The man stood up and strolled down the steps.He is dressed in white, like a gentle scholar, with a red lotus seal on the center of his brow, which is a world away from vulgarity.

"Ming Cong," the man called out the name of the man in red in a warm voice. There seemed to be a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold. thing.

The man squatted halfway, lifting the man in red's chin.

The man in red had teary eyes and red eye circles, making this feminine face reveal the charm of a woman.

"Why are you crying so pitifully?" the man said softly, while wiping the stains from the corners of Ming Cong's eyes with his fingertips.

Ming Cong was obsessed with the man's short-term care, even when the man took his hand away, his cheeks couldn't stop moving.

The man in white was very satisfied with Ming Cong's meekness and obedience, he smiled and said, "You like me, don't you?"

Ming Cong crawled forward like a dog, with tears running down his face, but he ignored it and just nodded his head.

The man in white stood up, a little disgusted by Ming Cong's embarrassed appearance.

"But I don't need trash likes."

These words penetrated into Ming Cong's ears and made him tremble all over. He reached out and grabbed the hem of the white-clothed man's clothes, but forgot that the wound on his palm was still bleeding.

"I will work hard……"

The man in white kicked Ming Cong's hand away, and swept him away with a wave of his sleeve.Ming Cong was swept up by the strong wind and smashed against the pillar, the wound on his forehead opened again, the blood kept flowing down, his eyes were blood red.

Ming Cong fell to the ground, his body still trembling uncontrollably, as if he was in an ice cellar, corroded by the cold air.

The man in white walked up to him and held out his hand.Ming Cong stretched out his hand, seeing the blood on his palm, hesitantly did not reach out.The man in white grabbed his hand and picked him up.

Ming Cong couldn't stand still, he knelt on the ground and managed to stand upright.

The man in white stroked the top of his head, "Ming Cong, you have to remember that I will always be the best person to you."

Ming Cong's mind recalled the past, the man in white gently tied up his long hair and taught him how to use a whip, and he shed tears again, the hot tears washed away the blood on his face.

"You just said that a monk came, what kind of person is he?"

Ming Cong held his breath, and said: "The clothes are very ordinary, with white hair, and he is good at using a whip. Mr. Wu is close to this person, so he should see it more clearly."

"White hair, whip..." The man in white repeated softly, "It seems that he is right."

"The master knows who he is?" Ming Cong raised his head and asked.

The man in white rubbed his thumb, but did not answer.

After a while, he said to Ming Cong, "You go out tomorrow, and I will inform you of the mission through voice transmission. Don't say anything about it, let alone let others know, including Mr. Wu."

Ming Cong bowed his head in agreement.

The man in white walked out of the hall, Ming Cong staggered to follow.

The bustling city at the foot of the mountain came into their eyes.The Tongtian City is brightly lit, tainted with the atmosphere of the secular world.

Duguang, which is thousands of miles away from Tongtian City, is quiet and peaceful, and the vast flat land is protected by lofty mountains.

The [-] mountains have become the best destination for birds and beasts.

The scenery on the mountainside is beautiful, the small courtyard with white walls and blue tiles is bathed in the morning sunlight, the lotus in the pond is in full bloom, and the fish in the pond are swimming among the lotus leaves.

Er Dong opened his eyes, the light just fell on his eyelids, and he blinked blankly.

Su Nu opened the door and came in. Seeing him get up, she said: "Finally got up, come on, drink the medicine first."

She put the medicine on the table, "You slept for a day and a night, that kid Chi Jin has already told me the whole story, you just need to drink the medicine obediently, and take care of your body."

Su Nu's eyes are gentle, and her eyes are slightly black and blue. In the past two days, she has hardly rested in order to take care of the two injured patients.

Er Dong grabbed the hair hanging on his chest, it was black with yellowed ends.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Su Nu, "I want to look in the mirror."

Su Nu smiled and said, "Why are you like a little girl? Don't worry, there is no wound on your face. Even if there is, sister will not let it stay on your face."

Er Dong still looked at her beggingly.Su Nu sighed, and said: "After you take the medicine and you are in good health, I'll have someone send the bronze mirror to your room."

Er Dong picked up the porcelain bowl that Su Nu handed over, raised his head and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.

Su Nu said, "Your master told me to boil the medicinal soup into pills, but I forgot in the past two days. Don't blame my sister."

Er Dong shook his head and asked, "Where's Chi Jin?"

"That kid has no face to come to see you. I don't know which tree to stay in now, so ignore him."

"Is he healed?"

Su Nu said, "He has rough skin and thick flesh, he will heal in a while, but you, if you don't take care of your body, you will suffer." Su Nu bent her index finger and scratched Er Dong's bridge of nose.

No one has ever been so intimate with him, and Er Dong's expression was dull.

"I'm sorry, I can't change it for a while," Su Nu suppressed the smile on her face, retreated to the chair by the table and sat down.

Su Nu cleaned up the bowl containing the medicine dregs, and said to Er Dong before going out, "By the way, your master is back, take a good rest, and you can see him in a while."

The chaotic thoughts in Er Dong's head were cleared away by the joy of Master's return, and he had only one thought in his mind——Master's return.

The birds on the branches outside the house were chirping loudly, and the plump sparrows huddled together on the same branch and sang loudly.

How could he stay on the bed, he quickly changed his clothes, and ran away while tidying up his cuffs.

Er Dong straightened the collar of the collar, walked to the corridor, stepped on the wooden floor, the cold air climbed up from the soles of his feet, and he realized that he forgot to put on his shoes.

He hurried back to put on his shoes, he stood at the door, he didn't know whether to open the door or not.

Master is in the house.

Er Dong couldn't help showing a smile, pushed open the door, and entered the room together with the clear sunlight.

The master sat on a chair with his back facing him, his black hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and the hair that could not be tied up with the hairpin hung like ink behind him.

"Master."

Er Dong thought to himself, since I haven't seen him for a few days, even if Master doesn't say he misses him, he will definitely not give him a cold face.What's more, he has injuries on his body, and the pain is terribly painful. Master will definitely...

Before the daydream was over, Er Dong heard a cold reprimand, which hit him like a thunder, and all the beautiful fantasies were wiped out.

"go out!"

Master's voice was as cold as ice, and he slapped him directly on the face with an irresistible threat.

Er Dong was stunned.

"Go out, don't let me say it a third time," Zhen Hanshan turned his head, only glanced at the corner of Erdong's clothes, and then looked away.

Er Dong instantly felt that the light on his body was as cold as ice, even though he fainted in the snow that night, he never felt such biting cold.

Er Dong turned around sluggishly, like a low-level puppet, and walked stiffly to the door step by step.

The moment he stepped over the threshold and stepped on the corridor, Zhen Hanshan looked back at Er Dong's back.The gray and thin boy almost tripped over the threshold.

The door was closed, blocking out the bright sunlight outside.

Er Dong kept taking deep breaths to relieve the long pain.The wound outside the body can be seen, and it will be healed after applying medicine. As for the wound inside the body, the wound cannot be seen, and the pain is felt everywhere.

He knew that Master liked to be tidy, so he tidied himself up neatly, even the cuffs and necklines were very docile, but Master didn't want to see it at all.

Er Dong walked back sadly, halfway there, he stopped, turned around and ran back.

If he read correctly just now, the master was injured and his face was corroded.Even if he was blasted out again, Er Dong would still go to see how his injury was.

Zhen Hanshan heard the sound of the wooden door closing, stood up slowly, and walked to the window.The slender white fingers grabbed the window sill, leaving deep fingerprints on the wooden bar.

He closed his eyes, letting the wind blowing against his face take away the restlessness in his heart.

In the corner of the pond near the window, several koi were looking for food at the bottom of the water, but for some reason, the koi floated to the surface with their white belly upside down, dying.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Er Dong broke in, meeting Zhen Han Shan's eyes.

Sure enough, a piece of that flawless face had festered.

"Does it hurt?" Er Dong asked blankly.

Zhen Hanshan narrowed his eyes, "It has nothing to do with you, get out quickly."

The boy raised his head and stared at the scar.His neck was caught by Zhen Hanshan, it was fair and straight, it seemed that it could be broken without any force.

Er Dong took a step forward, and stretched out his fingers to outline the wound on the man's face.

Following his movements, a quiet and subtle fragrance loomed, which was similar to peach fragrance, but not too sweet.

The repressed restlessness in Zhen Hanshan's heart was surprisingly no longer ready to move, he planned to push the boy away, but finally gave up.

The light from outside the door penetrated into the room, and fell onto the wooden floor like gold.

Half of Er Dong's body melted into the bright sunlight, and the imprint on his neck glowed with the same luster as pearls.

Zhen Hanshan stared at the newly added fish scale mark, he remembered what Su Nu said.

Once the imprint spread to the cheeks, even ten or a hundred reincarnation pills would inevitably disperse the soul.

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