On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Chu Heng lowered his head and let the rainwater fall from his face. After a while, he stretched out his hand and carefully wiped off the blood mixed with rainwater on Xu Nian's face. The rain is generally cold.

After he wiped off the blood mixed with rain on Xu Nian's face, he stared blankly at Xu Nian's face which was still a child, without saying a word.

The rain fell from his face, and some fell on the eyelashes and slid down the eyes, making it hard to tell if it was rain or the little boy was crying.

Behind him, in the ink lotus, a bamboo slip the size of a child's palm swirled in darkness, first sank into the crystal mountain, then drifted towards Xu Nian as if following the smell of blood, and finally floated down the mountain into the child's body.

Outside the city lord's mansion, since the man wearing the Taoist robe of the Sanqing sect joined the battle, Nangong Yin has been stuck in a stalemate between the two who were supposed to win.

Nangong Yin's fan brushed against the sword edge of the newcomer, Qin Xiaoshuang and the woman in red followed closely behind and attacked from both sides.

She was short and staggered the blade of the sword in the woman's hand in red dress, and the fan bone swept across. The girl in red dress was led to bump into Qin Xiaoshuang who wanted to attack Nangong Yin from behind. While frowning and jumping back—

A piercing sword shadow fell from the sky with a cold light before seeing its owner.

Nan Gongyin stood still, the white cloth on his face was broken into two and fell to the ground. Qi Siyuan and Ye Yunqi landed on the other side, and saw the man in the Taoist robe make a hand gesture.

The three of them saw that Mo Lian, which was half-opened, had completely withered. The Taoist robed man went to see Mo Lian, who was empty, and then went to Chu Heng, who was kneeling on the ground.

When he saw Xu Nian who was no longer breathing, he seemed to be unable to bear it, and finally sighed, and when Qi Siyuan and Ye Yunqi followed closely, he got up with his sword, and quickly disappeared into the air with the two women .

Qi Siyuan landed on the top of the mountain, and Ye Yunqi followed closely behind Fenglinger who was holding the mountain down the mountain. When he came up, he saw Qi Siyuan holding Xu Nian in his arms, Fenglinger was crying and hiccupping in Ye Yunqi's arms, seeing Chu Heng Followed by Qi Siyuan's side and hurriedly asked, "Little brother, are you alright?"

But Chu Heng didn't answer, he stared at the little hand of Xu Nian hanging in Qi Siyuan's arms, Qi Siyuan touched Xu Nian's pulse.

First of all, I was shocked. The meridians all over this child's body were riddled with holes. Although they were not broken, they were almost completely useless.

He carefully injected a trace of zhenqi, and this ray of zhenqi swam around Xu Nian's meridians with his spiritual consciousness.

Qi Siyuan's complexion was getting worse and worse. At this moment, his spiritual consciousness suddenly noticed that the heart of the child in his arms, which had stopped beating, rose and fell very lightly and slightly.

"There is still help!" Qi Siyuan said to Chu Heng in a low voice, before he had time to take care of Chu Heng's mood at the moment, Yu Jian turned into a meteor and flew towards San Qingzong quickly.

Ye Yunqi walked over and patted Chu Heng's face with his hands. Chu Heng's eyes were drooping, as if he didn't feel anything about Ye Yunqi's movements. What's wrong?"

"Since the little uncle said that there is still salvation, there must be salvation." Ye Yunqi raised his wooden sword and went to catch Chu Heng, "Don't put on a dead face, besides, the friendship between your brothers and sisters is only three or four days, you I should be glad that the relationship is not that deep yet."

Otherwise, wouldn't he be sad to death right now, Ye Yunqi thought to himself while standing and talking without back pain.

When Feng Ling'er heard his cold words, she couldn't help shrinking her head, wanting to jump out of Ye Yunqi's arms.

At this time, there was a huge crashing sound in the city, Ye Yunqi stopped dawdling, grabbed Chu Heng and threw it on the wooden sword, and quickly flew out of the city.

After a few breaths, Ye Yunqi stood outside the city with two little ghosts. This strange city was slowly disappearing, and it disappeared completely in a short while. Only the vegetation in the mountains remained in front of him.

On a dark and rainy night away from Liancheng, the sun outside is just right, insects and birds are singing among the grass and trees, and it is the first time that people can feel the vitality of the world so clearly.

Nangong Yin covered half of his face with a fan in his hand, watched Liancheng disappear and was about to leave, Ye Yunqi turned around at this moment and said politely to Nangong Yin: "Master uncle acted too impatiently just now, I don't know if the sword edge hurt you or not. girl?"

Nan Gongyin didn't look at him, and first went to see the two children Chu Heng and Feng Ling'er. Seeing Chu Heng's panicked expression with unexplainable grief, and not seeing the child Xu Nian, he frowned immediately: "There is another What about the child, how did that child-"

Before she finished speaking, she took two quick steps back, but a silver gun slashed across the fan when the folding fan blocked her forward. The fan with pink and white peach blossom surface was cut in half, and it died together with the white cloth she had covered her face with before.

Nangong Yin looked at Ye Yunqi who retracted the long gun with a wooden face: "You use the gun too."

Seeing that Ye Yunqi was dressed in black clothes like her, with long hair tied high behind his head, and even his body was as fierce and sharp as her, Nangong frowned slightly.

"I'm just curious why the girl hides her face." Ye Yunqi said with a smile, "The girl is not ugly, and her eyebrows are straight and beautiful. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Nangong Yin ignored him, looked at Chu Heng and Feng Ling'er for the last time with a delicate face, and suddenly took out her long gun and flew away without saying goodbye in an instant.

Ye Yunqi had no intention of chasing her, put away his silver gun, turned around and sacrificed his wooden sword, took Feng Ling'er and Chu Heng back to Sanqingzong.

Three months later—

The winter snow has just melted, and the wind is still chilly. Feng Linger is wearing a cotton coat, holding a spring jasmine branch with several small yellow flowers in her hand, and ran to the South Garden bouncingly.

On the corridor of the bamboo building in the South Garden, Qi Siyuan was leaning against the porch pillar, holding a needle and thread in his hand, and was painstakingly sewing a plain cotton-padded coat, while Chu Heng beside him covered another layer for Xu Nian who was sitting on the armchair blanket.

"Little brother! Little uncle!"

Feng Ling'er held up a flower branch and ran over screaming, first went to see Xu Nian, saw that he was basking in the sun with his eyes squinted, but he was still motionless, and stretched out his little hand to touch Xu Nian's forehead and said pitifully, "Little brother, winter It’s almost over, can you still not move?”

Xu Nian glanced at Feng Ling'er, but said nothing, the little girl held up a flower branch to the tip of his nose: "You smell this flower, it's so fragrant!"

Xu Nian felt that the little girl Feng Ling'er was holding a flower branch close to his face, as if poking him, she moved her neck to avoid it, but her body was still unable to move.

Xu Nian's eyes widened, and when he was about to make a sound, Chu Heng stretched out a hand to block Feng Ling'er, and the male duck who was in the voice-changing period and could not speak without speaking, reprimanded: "Ling Dang, you poked Anian."

Feng Ling'er puffed up her cheeks and withdrew her hands, and turned to look at Qi Siyuan sewing a cotton coat for Xu Nian. Over there, Chu Heng seemed to be worried about Xu Nian's coldness, and took out a blanket to cover Xu Nian's body. Xu Nian said weakly: "It's very heavy, brother."

Only then did Chu Heng put back the blanket, and Xu Nian looked at the three layers of blankets covering his body. Chu Heng was afraid that he would be frozen, but his meridians were being warmed every day, and Xu Nian was warm every day, so he really didn't feel it. cold.

But seeing Chu Heng looking at him carefully like a porcelain doll, Xu Nian was embarrassed to refuse his kindness.

Qi Siyuan took up the thread, shook the little padded coat in his hand, and sighed: "Mr. Ge, holding a needle is harder than holding a sword. Fortunately, I am so talented that I can learn everything at once."