Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

The young woman who called herself Aunt Yun was called Yunying. She was the old man's wife. She was quite talkative, and her words and deeds did not make Aning feel any discomfort.

After a simple conversation, her slightly uneasy mood stabilized.

But most of them were young women talking, and Aning was the listener. When the old man was mentioned, the smile on the young woman's face dazzled softly.

Aning stared at her stunningly beautiful face, with some confusion and surprise in her dark pupils.

So how could the old man and the woman be husband and wife with such a huge age difference?

She blinked her eyelashes and wanted to ask, but felt that it would be impolite.

The breeze whispers and the green bamboos dance.

Under the golden sunshine, her indifferent eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of light, which added some melodiousness in vain.

Yunying stopped and raised her eyes slightly, a gentle smile appeared on her delicate face. Her sparkling peach blossom eyes were like melting into a lake of spring water. She raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Do you think our age difference is special? big?"

The two looked at each other, Aning's eyes moved slightly, and his plain white face was thoughtful.

Just when she was silent, what Yunying said next made her even more shocked.

"We have been together for more than forty years. As you can see, I have remained the same as I am now, but he is slowly getting older. Born as a sword spirit, I am immortal, but he cannot with a mortal body, so , can you accept this?"

Accept that the person you love is slowly growing old in front of you, but you have always been young, and that one day in the future he will even leave you, leaving you alone to spend the remaining long and lonely years.

The year she got married to Ling Ye, the apricot blossoms were drizzled. At that time, he was still a handsome young man with a face as beautiful as a jade, with amazing talents and extraordinary beauty. But in the blink of an eye, he was already a gray-haired old man. She But he's still fine as before.

It was midday, and there was almost light above Aning's head, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes were blurred. There seemed to be a clear light in the quiet and unruffled pupils, making them look gleaming.

She thought for a while, and the hem of her skirt was slightly blown by the wind. She seemed not to understand what the young woman said, so she listened to the man continue:

"I can see that Ayan likes you very much."

Upon hearing Ning Zhiyan's name, Aning's long eyelashes trembled. She looked at the young woman quietly and said angrily, "I like him too."

Yunying smiled gently, her peach blossom eyes reflecting a faint light and shadow, and joked: "How much do you like it?"

Aning blinked and said without hesitation: "I like it very much."

"Oh~ It seems you both like each other very much."

Yunying deliberately prolonged the word "oh" and raised the corners of her lips slightly. Her eyes fell on a green leaf on her head. She approached her and raised her hand to take off the leaf.

"I probably know about your situation. Now let's go together to get the memory back."

After saying this, Yunying took Aning to the west yard.

That was the courtyard where Ning Zhiyan lived since he was a child. The decoration style was exactly the same as that in the capital of Shu.

The courtyard was very elegant, and the ground was cleaned very neatly. The young woman entered the courtyard with familiarity, and after confirming that the girl behind her also came in.

She slowly raised her head, and the beads in her hair swayed down, colliding in the air, making a subtle and pleasant sound.

There was a trace of light and shadow in the peach blossom eyes, and the pale yellow sleeves were waved in the air, and the golden light loomed over the courtyard.

Just when Aning was confused and wanted to ask questions, she found that she couldn't move, and Yunying's soft and soft voice came.

"The secret ban on you has been accumulated in your body for a long time, and some of it has invaded your consciousness. Ordinary expulsion may not be effective on it, so I can only control you first, and then use spiritual energy to peel it off, but during this period you Maybe it will be affected, little girl, offended."

When Yunying saw this girl, she found it very interesting. Her cultivation was not high and her spiritual power was greatly depleted, but she could resist the control of the dark ban.

Although the person who used the secret ban did not learn the essence, his control should not be underestimated. However, she was not affected but she was missing part of her memory.

This alone made her very curious.

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Under the old locust tree, Ling Ye looked at the chessboard where the situation was becoming more and more serious. His brows could not help but squeeze together. He thought for a long time, but still refused to move the black chess piece in his hand.

Ning Zhiyan sat opposite him, with his back straight, and the mottled light and shadow fell on his sleeves, adding a bit of color to his flawless white robe.

"Master, when you asked me to come down from the mountain, did you already know that Aning, the Moon Ming Sword, was coming to find me?" He lowered his thick long eyelashes, and his clear and clear eyebrows were filled with a faint emotion, and his eyes fell on Bai Qi. asked softly on the densely covered chessboard.

"Since you already know everything, why do you have to ask me again?"

Ling Ye raised his hand to pick up a cup of tea from the table next to him. He blew it gently, the hot air spread to his face, and he took a slight sip.

Rubbing the rim of the cup, Ling Ye's eyes moved slightly, and finally he played the black chess piece in his hand, and then added:

"Little girl, the price you have paid to continue your fate in your previous life is too high. You have to be kind to others in this life."

The hand of the man in white holding the white chess piece trembled, and the situation on the chessboard changed dramatically, but his attention was not on the chessboard, and he did not care about the situation above.

What he cared about was what his master said about the price of renewing their relationship.

Aning's memory is incomplete. She only remembers him. She doesn't even remember why she was trapped in the sword. She will definitely forget the price.

The man spoke, his voice was low, with an imperceptible tremor. He raised his eyes and looked at Ling Ye in front of him, with a faint light and shadow on his eyebrows, a little depressed: "Master, do you know what the price is?"

Ling Ye looked at the few chess pieces left by Ning Zhiyan on the chessboard, and it was self-evident that he was in a good mood. He took another sip of tea, and the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth:

"After this game of chess is played, it should be over over there."