wait until the fireworks cool off

Bring the medicine to her: "This is the medicine of live serum, drink it quickly."

Sheng Xiaomo drank the medicine and said gloomily, "Master... is he very angry?"

Bai Zihua shook his head: "Master said everything is over, so I won't mention it again."

it's already over?

"Where's the uncle? Are you troubled by me?" Sheng Xiaomo felt inexplicably terrified.The Discipline Pavilion is so noisy, the injury on his arm must have been seen by Master Yandao, has he also passed the test?

Bai Zihua felt a little sad in his heart, avoided his gaze, and just said calmly: "You have a good rest, don't worry."

Hearing his downplaying tone, Sheng Xiaomo felt even more skeptical in her heart, thinking that Qing Yu would make things difficult for Jie Lu Pavilion, so she pulled him away and said urgently: "Senior brother, don't try to frighten me, what about my uncle? But Jie Lu Did you embarrass him? Or did Master say something to him?"

"No." Bai Zihua reluctantly replied, his tone was so unconvincing even to himself.

Seeing that he wanted to hide something, Sheng Xiaomo was even more impatient, so she jumped off the bed and said, "I'll go and see him myself!"

"Junior brother!" Bai Zihua called out to him from behind him.

Sheng Xiaomo stood still, and suddenly felt his heart sink, as if he had a premonition of something.

"Immortal Master Qingyu has left Changliu Mountain..."

Bai Zihua's voice was very soft, but to Sheng Xiaomo's ears, it sounded like thunder piercing his ears, making his brain buzzing.

He turned to look at Bai Zihua, his eyes seemed to freeze.

There was almost no expression on Bai Zihua's cold face, he just looked at him calmly: "Qingyu Immortal Venerable resigned from the position in charge of the hall, and left Changliu. Master ordered you to go to the ice room in the back mountain to recuperate and contemplate during this period. Don't go out without his permission..."

"You said Uncle Master is gone?" Sheng Xiao said dumbfounded.

Bai Zihua looked at the shattered eyes in his eyes, knowing that the mansion must be collapsing in his heart at this moment, so he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"No," Sheng Xiaomo suddenly and resolutely vetoed, "It's impossible for Master Uncle to leave without saying a word! I don't believe it!" He suddenly covered his left arm in pain, sweating profusely, the pain Had to take a few steps back.

"Junior Brother!" Seeing that he seemed to be losing his mind, Bai Zihua hurried forward to help him, but Sheng Xiaomo had already run out.

The huge Hall of Ecstasy was as quiet as usual, no different from usual, no different from the first time he broke in.

But when she stretched out her hand, Sheng Xiaomo didn't sense any barrier, not a single bit of hindrance.

Everything in the hall remains the same as before, the futons are arranged neatly, and the screens are arranged in a patchwork manner.Blank rice paper was spread out on the desk case, brush pens were hanging from the pen holder, and a few volumes of letters were stacked neatly beside it, which was basically the same as usual.

"Uncle Master..." Sheng Xiaomo called softly to the screen painted on silk, it seemed that the figure in Tsing Yi would come out from behind the screen as usual, smiling like a lotus.

But for a while, no one came out of it.Only the square inkstone on the corner of the table, which was always filled with ink, was dazzlingly clean.

He ran behind the screen, and saw the huanghuali couch in the inner room, the brocade quilt neatly folded.There is no tea cup or incense burner on the low table, and the room is as deserted as the outside.

Suddenly, Sheng Xiaomo rushed into every room in the Hall of Ecstasy like a madman. He violently broke open every door, opened those black lacquer carved cabinets and rosewood wood frames like a house raider, almost killing this The Hall of Ecstasy turned over.He hadn't healed from his serious injury, and he was searching with almost all his strength, staggering and about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Scrolls, letter slips, calligraphy and paintings, teacups, pens and ink...even the dresses for the grand ceremony, everything is there.

But that person was nowhere to be found, and the plain clothes he always wore and some belongings disappeared together, not even a single letter was left to him.

Sheng Xiaomo returned to the inner room in a daze, and sat paralyzed by the mirror stand as if she had been emptied out.

On the mirror stand, a bronze mirror glowed faintly.The corner comb and hairpin are gone, only a snow-blue silk satin is left, which is flat and flat on the red sandalwood countertop, dazzling and lonely.

Qing Yu has lived in the Palace of Ecstasy for a long time, and will not wear formal attire unless there is a special occasion, and only wears plain clothes, and half of her black hair is casually tied behind her head with this snow-green ribbon, like a wandering fairy and a hermit, who falls on the mountain The beauty made him intoxicated.

Sheng Xiaomo picked up the ribbon and held it in his hand. On the wisp of snow-green, there was still a blue silk, and the blue silk and the ribbon lingered, as if saying farewell without a sound.

Sheng Xiaomo tightly clutched the hair tie to his chest, tears streaming down his face, and the boundless pain instantly overwhelmed him.

Uncle, didn't you say you would always be with me?Didn't you say you're not going anywhere?

Why did you lie to me?

why?why!

Master Yan Dao stepped into the hall and saw this scene.Sheng Xiaomo sat beside the mirror table in the inner hall of the Ecstasy Hall, huddled into a ball, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and a snow-blue silk satin was twisted around the bandage on his left arm.

"Sheng Xiaomo, get up!" Daoist Yan Dao was furious when he saw this, "What do you look like sitting here! For a sinful relationship, you made yourself into a human and a ghost, how can there be a disciple of the fairy sect? look?"

Sheng Xiaomo raised his eyelids and glanced at his master, then became dazed again, as if he didn't hear his words at all.

"Sheng Xiaomo, if you still think of yourself as a long-term disciple, you should honestly go back to the ice room and think about your mistakes, don't make yourself embarrassing here!" Daoist Yan Dao seldom reprimanded.

Sheng Xiaomo didn't look at him, but said dejectedly: "Master, if you feel that the disciple has lost face to you, you can execute the disciple or expel him from Changliu. The disciple will never complain."

Snapped!

Master Yan Dao slapped Sheng Xiaomo's face hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Your uncle left Changliu and ruined his reputation, just to protect you, a useless bastard!" Daoist Yan roared angrily, his voice echoed in the empty Hall of Ecstasy, looking extremely tragic.

Sheng Xiaomo lay on the ground numbly, letting blood flow from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were empty and dazed.

Seeing him so depressed, Master Yan Dao became even more angry, caught him from the ground and threw him out, and beat him severely with his fly whisk.Sheng Xiaomo let him beat and scold, but never made a sound, like a mass of lifeless flesh.

No matter how painful the water in the unfeeling pool was, no matter how painful the injuries on his body were, he could bear it.But without Qing Yu, he was already dead.

He couldn't shed tears, couldn't cry aloud, Master's swearing and scolding was on his head, and his body was pressed against the cold ground. He could only see a crescent moon like a hook in the distant sky, like a barren sigh.

Mo Yan and Bai Zihua came quickly, and when they saw this, they both fell to their knees and stood in front of Sheng Xiaomo.

"Master, Junior Brother is already injured, don't beat him anymore." Mo Yan grabbed the fly whisk in the hands of Master Yan Dao and couldn't stop pleading.

"Master, no matter how wrong the younger brother is, please wait a few days before admonishing him." Bai Zihua helped Sheng Xiaomo up from the ground, seeing the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his face was as dead as wood, he felt very sad .How desperate must a person be to have such an expression?

Daoist Yan Dao finally stopped, with grief and indignation on his face, he stared at Sheng Xiao silently for a while, and then ordered coldly: "You send him back to the ice room to heal his wounds, no one is allowed to let him out! "

Sheng Xiaomo let everyone carry him back to the ice room and imprison him. He remained silent from the beginning to the end, just in a daze, as if he didn't respond to any external stimuli.

Bai Zihua came every day to change the dressing for his injured arm, and occasionally talked to him, but most of the time Sheng Xiaomo just stayed in a daze and didn't answer. Bai Zihua knew the pain in his heart, so he didn't force it.

This day when Bai Zihua came in again, Sheng Xiaomo's absent-minded eyes suddenly moved, and he said softly, "Senior brother, please let me go somewhere."

Bai Zihua was startled, and his tone was a bit embarrassed: "Junior brother, you know I can't let you out."

"Brother, I'm only going to one place. If I can't find him, I'll come back with you and never drag you down, okay?"

Sheng Xiaomo stood motionless on the edge of the cliff, and for a moment, he suddenly wanted to take another step forward, so that all the pain would end abruptly?

"What do you want from me?" In the sea of ​​clouds, the woman's voice was as ethereal as the wind.

"Yuanjun, is my uncle here? I want to see him..." Sheng Xiaomo's voice trembled.

The voice paused, but it was surprisingly cold: "You go, he's not here."

"Yuanjun..." Sheng Xiaomo's legs softened, and he knelt on the edge of the cliff like that, tears streaming down his face, "Please let me meet him..."

The voice in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds hesitated, and after a while, the tone softened, but a little sad: "Sheng Xiaomo, he...has indeed been here, but he has already left."

Martial uncle... Martial uncle...

He covered his face, trying not to break down.

"Where did he... go?"

"I don't know, he didn't say."

Sheng Xiaomo knelt on the edge of the cliff, clutching her chest and sobbing heavily.

The voice seemed to feel his pain, and sighed: "I know you are in pain, but you should understand that since you have such a relationship with him, you are the enemy of the whole world! Changliu and the fairy world will not tolerate For you, jealousy, insults and injuries will inevitably follow. But now you, how can you have the strength to resist all of this? You can only live under his wings, let him protect you, pay for you, and sacrifice for you. Now, in order to protect you, he is even forced to leave Changliu, and can only wander in the world. Are you loving him, or are you destroying him?"

Sheng Xiao was dumbfounded.

"Sheng Xiaomo, I think you know how I feel about him, but now, I don't want to complain to you. You have to know that it takes strength to risk the world's dissatisfaction. If you still miss him face, just go back to Changliu obediently, cheer up, and don't disappoint your uncle's efforts to protect you. You are a master