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Leng Zhen was relieved for three days before he managed to get out of the matter.

His face was a little haggard, which made the disciples worry.

He bid farewell to General Luo, told him the matter briefly, and led his disciples back to Ziqing Peak.

As soon as you enter the elegant house, you will be greeted by the familiar fragrance of bamboo.

"Seventeen, fruit." Leng Zhenqing lay back on the bed after a night of sleep, and called out habitually.

"Seventeen..." But when he finished calling, the quiet atmosphere made him wake up.

An Moshui is gone.

The mood began to sink again.

Life without An Moshui is really difficult.

Leng Zhenqing was sitting alone on the stone bench, drinking tea, feeling restless. If it was normal, a young man in red should have jumped out at this time, pouring tea for him, and at the same time leading him to praise him.

But now, there is only the rustling of bamboo leaves being blown by the wind.

Leng Zhenqing lowered his eyebrows and sighed.

Wen Bingxuan, who was about to deliver pastries to the master, came across this scene as soon as she came, a man in a green shirt, staring at a certain one in a daze.

Wen Bingxuan had a sore nose. She raised her sleeve and wiped her nose. Seeing Master's appearance, she couldn't bear to disturb him, so she quietly retreated out again.

An Moshui has gained some fame in the outside world in the past few years, (after all, he follows Leng Zhenqing and fucks the society!)

Everyone knows that Leng Zhenqing loves this disciple the most, so his sudden disappearance also caused the outside world to start public opinion.

Hanxin planned to come to Leng Zhenqing to discuss this matter, but when he stepped into the bamboo forest, what he saw was that Leng Zhenqing's eyes were falling on the red rope on his wrist.

Sighing heartily, trying to make himself look more relaxed, he walked towards Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing was so distracted that he didn't know when he came.

"Master." He said in a warm voice.

Leng Zhenqing let out an "ah", then withdrew her gaze, and put down the long sleeves to cover the red rope.

He said with a heart: "Master, I have to explain to the outside world about the Seventeenth Junior Brother."

Leng Zhenqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then arrange it."

Hanxin didn't expect that since his master was so relieved, he was a little dumb for a while.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Just tell the outside world that he is dead."

Hanxin's pupils tightened, hesitantly, and said: "Master..."

"Go and erect a monument for him." Leng Zhen finished in a warm voice.

There was no trace of grief on the expression, even more like an outsider.

He paused for a few seconds, then said: "Okay."

Han Xin retreated with complicated eyes.

Leng Chenqing basked in the sun alone again.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered a sentence An Moshui once said: "Master! I will definitely reach the peak in the future!"

If people know that he has fallen into a demon, it is better to say that he is dead.

Anmoshui, who was sixteen, exuded the childishness and evil spirit of a teenager.

He has a bright smile, bright eyes and white teeth, and he is dressed in red.

But now it seems that it will be hard to see.

Three days later, An Moshui, a disciple outside Leng Zhenqing's sect, died for unknown reasons. Zi Qingfeng erected a monument in his honor, on which he nominated: An Moshui, disciple of Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing's body was getting weaker and weaker, and the leader couldn't stand it any longer, so he advised him in a warm voice: "You can go to the leader Yu to adjust your breath for a while."

Leng Zhenqing was really tired these days, so she agreed.

On the second day, he went to Shangyun Medicine Hall with ease.

Yu Wensheng was dispensing medicine. Seeing him coming, he stopped what he was doing, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "You don't have to be too sad."

Leng Zhenqing smiled, he couldn't help but feel sad!

He directly prevented Yu Wensheng from asking his disciples to help him go to the medicine pool, and went alone.

The water vapor in the medicine pool is confusing and dizzying.

Leng Zhenqing took off her clothes, got into the water, and leaned against the wall of the pool to close her eyes.

The body is full of warmth.

Suddenly, Leng Zhenqing opened his eyes.

Tiny water waves shook extremely, "Who?"

Leng Zhenqing squinted her eyes and stared at it for a long while before realizing that it was Cui Concubine.

His white back was facing him, the mist was steaming, the hair was stained with water, and it was extremely soft.

"Cui Concubine?" Leng Zhenqing said.

Cui Yu turned around, without the usual indignation, and gave a cold "hmm".

"Why did you come here?"

"Heal the wound."

Leng Zhenqing tried hard to find the wound on his body, and finally, he saw it.

He had a black and purple scar, not like a sword wound, Leng Zhenqing suddenly thought that when he held Ye Zhixi for him that day, could it be Ye Zhixi who was injured.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Thank you."

No matter what, he helped himself.

Cui Yu snorted coldly, apparently accepting it.

Leng Zhenqing was a little sleepy, so he stopped talking to him, his whole body was immersed in this warm potion, it was really difficult not to feel sleepy.

In a daze, he fell asleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what came into his eyes was not the green medicine pool, but the pale veil.

"you're awake?"

A male voice caught his ears, magnetic and strong, Leng Zhenqing knew it was Cui Concubine immediately.

"Huh?" Leng Zhenqing raised her body from the couch, and asked with eyebrows frowned.

Cui Yu said: "You almost killed you."

Leng Zhenqing hadn't reacted to what he said, she frowned, with a black question mark on her head.

Cui Yu said: "Do you know how long you soaked?"

Leng Zhenqing shook his head, and fell asleep in a daze, who knows how long he soaked.

Cui Yu said, "Four hours."

Leng Zhenqing said: "Soaked for so long?!"

Cui Yu shook her head, her tone was a little more persuasive: "If you want to die, you should also think about your Zi Qingfeng."

Leng Zhenqing understood what he said, he thought he didn't want to live because of An Moshui.

Leng Zhenqing smiled slightly, with a warm voice: "Do you believe me when I say that I have no intention of seeking death?"

Cui Yu didn't shake her head, but her thin lips were tightly pursed, showing her position.

He didn't believe it.

Don't blame him, Leng Zhenqing looked like this, with the words "My apprentice is gone, I'm so sad" clearly written on his face.

I'm afraid everyone in the world is talking about Leng Zhenqing's despondency.

Leng Zhenqing said: "If you don't believe it, there are so many things in life, and the previous things have passed, why should I stick to this matter?"

When he said this, he didn't believe himself a little bit in his heart.

But life is always going to end.

Cui Yu said: "You understand how important you are."

Leng Zhenqing smiled, in the past few years, Cui Concubine's attitude towards him has changed more and more, and they all say that time can read people's hearts, which is true.

If he put it aside, he would definitely say: "It's useless!"

Time is a good thing, everything can change.

An Moshui left so suddenly that Leng Zhenqing hadn't fully adapted to his absence.

After returning to Ziqing Peak, Leng Zhenqing adjusted her mentality.

He treats his disciples the same as before.

Jiang Ziran bullied another junior, so Leng Zhenqing punished him to sweep the mountain steps for a month. Although Jiang Ziran was angry, he went, and the junior who was bullied by him went to help him the next day .

Half a month later, the junior brother and Jiang Ziran got along peacefully. Although Jiang Ziran still looked down upon him, he had never beaten his fellow disciples.

Chenxiu's swordsmanship has become more and more superb, Leng Zhenqing has become more lazy these years, and he is unwilling to go down the mountain, and all matters, big and small, are all entrusted to Chenxiu, with a heart.

Young people are rebellious, even Zi Qingfeng's disciples are somewhat uninhibited. The most representative person among them is probably Hanxin. In recent years, Hanxin has become more and more stubborn. It's quite similar to An Moshui.

Hanxin is not good at swordsmanship, but Wenling is very good at it. Last year at the Wenling Conference, he did not know where to find a sword, and he wiped out the ancient spirit beast island. The people in the conference were frightened and whispered, They were all discussing in low voices whose disciples they were.

Leng Zhenqing was playing with teacups at the time, and he didn't know the details at all. He only knew that many people came up to chat and said, "Mr. Zhenqing! Your disciple is really talented!"

"I think this disciple is so talented, he must be taught by Lord Zhen Qing!"

Leng Zhenqing smiled, completely unaware of what they were talking about, so he could only sneer and say: "Yes, yes."

The head of the sect has gradually faded out of the world of monasticism in recent years, and almost all affairs have been handed over to Leng Zhenqing. For some conferences, Leng Zhenqing will go; for some discussions, Leng Zhenqing will go;

Although Leng Zhenqing's departure was nothing more than a formality, it was still very tiring!

In recent years, Bai Zhaoli has looked like an old man waiting to retire.

Time flies, and it is four years in a blink of an eye.

The sun was shining and it was quite warm.

At this time, Leng Zhenqing was lying on the toffee chair basking in the sun.

"Master."

A man in white came in.

He is dressed in a white arrow robe, with a wasp waist and a slashed back, and a pair of white boots is walking towards Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Huh?"

He said with a heart: "Master, someone is looking for you."

Without even rolling her eyelids, Leng Zhenqing said lazily, "You go and dismiss it."

He said with a heart: "The disciple originally wanted to do that, but the man said that he wanted to see the master in person, otherwise he would not leave."

Leng Zhenqing slowly opened her eyes and said, "What else is there?"

Nodding heartily.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Who is that person's name?"

He said heartily, "My surname is Wang, and my first name is Xiaoxi."

Leng Zhenqing sat up from the princess chair and said, "Wang Xiaoxi?"

Nodding heartily.

Leng Zhenqing walked away without saying a word.

"Where is she?"

"The hall."

The two went straight to the main hall.

Inside the hall, a woman was standing in the center of the hall. She was pacing back and forth, playing with her fingers.

Leng Zhenqing walked into the palace with a flick of his sleeves, and was a little surprised when he saw the person coming, but he still asked her: "Wang Xiaoxi?"

When the woman saw Leng Zhenqing, she immediately chased after her, her excitement was self-evident.

"elder brother!"

Leng Zhenqing smiled, even bending his eyes, "Girl! It's really you!"

Wang Xiaoxi has changed a lot. She is very young at the age of 13. Her bright eyes are as deep as stars, and her skin is fair. A green skirt suits her quite well.

Wang Xiaoxi said: "Brother, you still haven't changed much."

Leng Zhenqing smiled and touched the top of her head, and said: "I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have always looked like this."

Leng Zhenqing felt uncomfortable standing like this all the time, so he withdrew his heart and dragged her to Yashe.

Stepping into the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves were blown by the wind and made a "rustle" sound, Wang Xiaoxi's eyes were a little dazed.

Leng Zhenqing pulled her to sit on the stone bench, and just about to pour a cup of tea for her, she snatched the cup.

Leng Zhenqing was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wang Xiaoxi paused slightly, and said with a smile: "Brother, I used to pour tea for others, unconsciously..."

Leng Zhenqing frowned, she was used to pouring tea for others, so what kind of life did she live before?

Wang Xiaoxi took a sip of tea and said dejectedly, "Brother, I'm homeless."

Leng Zhenqing paused, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Xiaoxi's eyes were full of melancholy, and he said: "Brother, Granny Zeng passed away last year... I was homeless, so I thought of coming to my brother."

Leng Zhenqing said: "How did you find such a long way from Wutuo Village to Ziqing Peak?"

Wang Xiaoxi lowered her eyes and said, "I have no money, so I begged all the way here..."

Leng Zhenqing frowned, a little distressed for her, she was only 13 years old, but she had to beg to find him, if she didn't find him, would she have to be wronged all the time?

Leng Zhenqing looked at her with red eyes, and quickly comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Wang Xiaoxi's voice was choked up, and he said, "Brother, I want you to hug me."

Leng Zhen was speechless, but still let her hug her.

Wang Xiaoxi sat limply on Leng Zhenqing's lap, buried her head in his chest, sobbing softly.

Leng Zhenqing stroked the top of her head, but her eyes inadvertently passed over her neck.

There was nothing on the white and slender neck.

Wang Xiaoxi seemed to feel his gaze, she raised her head, looked up at Leng Zhenqing, and said, "Brother, do you think I'm annoying?"

Leng Zhenqing looked at her with flushed eyes, and those black pupils gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Leng Zhen smiled and said, "How is it possible?"

Wang Xiaoxi said softly: "Brother, don't dislike me, I... have no home to return to."

Leng Zhenqing coaxed her: "Well, no, no."

They were silent for a long time. Suddenly, Wang Xiaoxi asked, "Brother, what about the other brother An Moshui?"

Leng Zhenqing was stunned for a moment.

For so many years, the disciples didn't mention his name in order not to make him sad. After all, he hadn't heard this name for a long time.

Leng Zhenqing's throat tightened, and his eyes couldn't focus for a moment.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and said with a bitter smile: "He went out, and went to a far away place."

Wang Xiaoxi said, "Where is he going?"

Leng Zhenqing was stunned for a moment, he didn't know where An Moshui had been all these years, and he didn't know if An Moshui was still alive.

Wang Xiaoxi kept asking, "Brother, why did An Moshui leave?"

Leng Zhenqing's fingertips trembled, and the scene of You Chan stabbing his chest appeared before him again.

Wang Xiaoxi watched Leng Zhenqing's face gradually pale, she tugged at his sleeve with some fear, and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Zhenqing panicked, he said softly, "It's nothing, I just remembered some people and things."

Wang Xiaoxi said again: "Brother, do you miss Brother An Moshui?"

Her eyes are shining, bright and moving.

Leng Zhenqing smiled, and smiled: "So what if you want to, so what if you don't want to?"

Wang Xiaoxi smiled suddenly, and said: "If brother misses him, you can go to him."

Leng Zhenqing smiled wryly and shook his head, the world is so big, how would he find that person.

Wang Xiaoxi said: "Brother, are you so cruel?"

Leng Zhenqing no longer answered her, but said: "I asked Hanxin to arrange a room for you, you go to rest first."

Wang Xiaoxi obviously didn't want to go, but Leng Zhenqing forcibly pushed her away.

Wang Xiaoxi left, he was the only one in this bamboo grove, Leng Zhenqing sat on the stone bench, feeling a little dazed.

Some things have been aged for many years and have not been opened, but when they are suddenly opened, what you taste is not that sweet, but cold and bitter.