Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

From Linyang to Changqing School for more than 300 miles, Xiao Tingxun walked for three days with Murong Qing's body on his back.

Nan Heng followed behind him, seeing him not stopping, only rushing desperately, only felt a pang of distress.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe off the sweat that had slid down Xiao Xiao Ting Xun's cheeks, but his fingers passed through his face.

The young man kept walking all the way, all supported by that energy. Nan Heng followed behind him. Many times, he saw his feet staggering, his figure swayed suddenly, and Murong Qing's body was about to be thrown to the ground .

Nan Heng's heart was hanging, he couldn't get up and down, he wanted to help, but he couldn't.

Fortunately, Xiao Xiao heard enough perseverance and struggled to stand still, and even if he lost his strength and fell, he had to put himself under Murong Qing's body.

With sour eyes, Nan Heng couldn't bear to stop talking.

Three days later, Xiao Tingxun finally returned to the Changqing Sect with Murong Qing's body on his back.

But he didn't go to Liuyun Peak, but took Murong Qing back to Hanlin Peak directly.

The moment the barrier of the mountain gate was opened with the Changqing order, the young man raised his legs and stepped into the barrier of Hanlin Peak, then his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Murong Qing's body was pressed against his thin body, and the two of them fell together beside the big rock at the foot of the mountain.

The peace formation drawn with twigs on the ground was covered by the boy's sleeves, half of which was wiped out, and the other half was blown to pieces by the wind, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

Xiao Xiao Tingxun fell into a coma all day and woke up in the dead of night.

Carrying Murong Qing's body on his back, he climbed up the Hanlin Peak all the way, and dug a grave for Murong Qing in the green bamboo forest of the back mountain.

He opened the white silk cloth little by little, dipped the water in the Lingquan Pool with a handkerchief, wiped off the blood on Murong Qing's face, changed into clean and tidy clothes, covered the tomb with bamboo leaves, and let Murong Qing lie down. go in.

Handfuls of pale and slender fingers dug up the soil, slowly covering Murong Qing's body.

The boy's face was pale, and there was no emotion on his face.

While burying the soil, he said in a low voice: "Heaven sent people to find the spirit guard stone. It was Fan Luo, the first head of the Guchen Pavilion. He retreated with the martial arts' unique skills, and the spirit guard stone was left behind to protect the peace of the demons." Peace in the human world."

"The easing of the relationship between the two worlds is hard-won, this disciple remembers. Even if the spirit guard stone no longer exists, we will work hard to restore the relationship between the two worlds."

"Master, no matter what the price is for my comeback in the future, I will follow the path you chose to the end."

Nan Heng heard the voice of a young man as youthful as a feather, it was Murong Qing's obsession, and it was also the "road" he chose.

The evening wind blows, the bamboo leaves sway, and there is another small tomb in the green bamboo forest.

The boy sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, and a plate of peach blossom cakes was placed in front of the tomb.

He picked up a twig and drew it casually on the ground.

But while drawing, a little blue unicorn jumped out.

The little unicorn shook his head and looked at him tiltedly: "What is the master's order?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously, he spit out a few words: "Please be safe, ask... Teacher..."

The little Qilin blinked and puffed up his cheeks.

But this time, it couldn't spit out anything.

It seemed a little frustrated, shaking its round buttocks, and turned around in a circle.

Said: "There is no such person."

The boy's hand holding the branch shook, and there were hot tears in his eyes, and big drops rolled down.

The little unicorn was startled, and jumped into the boy's palm: "Oh, don't cry!"

"Little idiot, did you draw the magic circle wrong again? Wait for your master to teach you!"

But the boy didn't speak, tears poured down, and he couldn't stop it anymore.

Nan Heng saw his thin shoulders trembling, the moonlight was so bright that his figure was almost transparent.

The little qilin didn't know what was wrong with him, and jumped up and down to arch his face.

"Little idiot, don't cry, the magic circle was drawn wrong, just get it right next time."

"Could it be that you were scolded by your master? Oh, don't be sad, I think he is soft-tempered, you go and coax him..."

The little unicorn suddenly stopped talking, and the light blue figure flickered and slowly disappeared.

With trembling fingers, the young man pressed the magic circle pattern drawn on the ground and wiped it off bit by bit.

Every time he wiped off a little bit, his shoulders trembled more violently, and the ground gradually became wet.

Nan Heng wet his eyes, stretched out his hand, and hugged him in his arms.

But this time, he actually hugged the entity.

The person in his arms was trembling, holding him tightly with both hands, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Nan Heng felt a chill on his cheeks, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had hugged Xiao Tingxun, who was sleeping on the bed, in his arms at some point.

And himself, has also come out of the nightmare of his master's state of mind.

"Master..."

Nan Heng called Xiao Tingxun, but got no response.

After a while, he heard Xiao Tingxun's muffled "Hmm".

Then he said, "You... have seen it all?"

Nan Heng nodded lightly: "I have seen it all."

Xiao Tingxun sighed.

"Master... are you okay?"

"It's okay," his voice was a little hoarse, "you remember one thing."

"what?"

"The circle of safety is unlucky, so don't learn it, and don't draw it."

He spoke solemnly, without any fluctuation in his voice.

Nan Heng also said seriously: "Okay, I don't study, and I don't paint."

"Ah."

Xiao Tingxun seemed relieved, he took a breath and came out of Nan Heng's arms.

A pair of phoenix eyes had returned to their original state, her long hair was hanging down her cheeks, and her face was still a little pale.

"It's almost dawn, let's go to Fumin Terrace to have a look."

"Okay." Nan Heng agreed.

--Ding!

Nan Heng was startled by the sudden familiar voice in his head.

So many things happened during this period that he almost forgot about the system.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission of Aoshan and the plot of Murong Qing’s death dungeon, cool points +1000, favorability +5100. 】

The familiar voice of System 88 lingers in my ears: [The host's current value: refreshing point value: 3500, favorability: 9900, and will soon reach 15000 favorability, and the mission of master-student rebellion has started, please host! 】

Nan Heng's heart sank, leaving only three words in his mind: so fast?

He has just glimpsed the past and secrets of Xiao Tingxun and Murong Qing, so soon, will they turn against each other?

As if aware of what he was thinking, System 88 continued: [The host has already withdrawn the reward for starting the master-apprentice quest.Hidden missions and dungeon rewards are now distributed. 】

But Nan Heng didn't have much interest at this time.

[Hidden quest, one chance to draw a card is rewarded, and the dungeon reward is to cancel the host's emotional punishment. 】

Nan Heng: ...

The task of turning against each other is about to start, and the punishment of heart attack is not necessary at all.

Nan Heng was in a negative mood, but System 88 was very "cheerful".

[Please host to start drawing cards. 】

Nan Heng stuffed his hands into the bag and grabbed a random one: "No, this one."

The suits on one side of the card were quickly erased, revealing a few large golden characters on it: wish card.

[Congratulations to the host, you got a wish card.The wish card, under the premise of not violating the rules of this world and the host's own tasks, the wishes made are valid. 】

Nan Heng: "For example?"

[For example, the host wants a lot of spiritual stones, or pure and beautiful women, and delicious food from the entire world of cultivating immortals. 】

Nan Heng: ...

So, this is another useless card, he doesn't need it.

Forking the system out of his mind, Nan Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

Neither of them rested anymore, and no one mentioned the nightmare of last night.

Come out of the room and meet Yin Jiu and Su Ye.

In the east chamber of the courtyard, Yin Jiu and Su Ye, who didn't know what happened to Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun, slept peacefully all night.

Xu was on a long journey, and Yin Jiu was always in poor health. When he got up to wash up, he was still dozing off.

Su Ye took the wooden comb in his hand and helped him tie his hair.

The man with mild eyebrows and eyes rested his chin on one hand, and his head was still dozing off little by little.

Su Ye helped him tie up his hair, but he didn't realize it.

In the bronze mirror, there is a soft and peaceful face, not too stunning, but it makes people feel very comfortable.

By coincidence, Su Ye touched the purse at his waist and took out the white jade gourd jade pendant bought outside the Temple of Wishing.

He gesticulated on Yin Jiu's head, then seemed to have finally made up his mind, and hung the small gourd jade pendant on Yin Jiu's hairpin.

Pretending nothing happened again, he patted Yin Jiu on the shoulder: "Master, wake up, the hair crown has been tied, can you take a look?"

Yin Jiu was still sleepy, so naturally he didn't look carefully at himself in the mirror.

He nodded, rubbed his eyes and stood up from the stool: "Go, go and see if Yuqing and the others are up."

When the two walked to the door, they met Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun.

"Yuqing, so early?" Yin Jiu woke up instantly and greeted.

Xiao Tingxun nodded: "Last night, I heard about the Taoist Priest and the Black and Red Shuangsha. Go and see?"

Before Yin Jiu and the others knew about it, Nan Heng relayed to them the words of the county magistrate in detail.

The four of them bid farewell to the county magistrate and left the mansion.

Fumin Terrace is in the small square at the end of the main street in Anze County, not far from Qi Jin's house.

They planned to go to Fumin Terrace to take a look, then go to Qi's house to call Qi Jin, and return to Changqing sect.

Yin Jiu had sent a message to Shang Min last night, presumably they would be able to meet the people sent by Changqing to meet them on the way.

The four of them went all the way to Fumin Terrace, and before they approached, they were shocked by the crowds of people on Fumin Terrace.

The Fumin Terrace was full of people from Anze County, Nan Heng visually judged how many people there were, and I am afraid that people from Lin County had come.

Those people gathered in one place in threes and fives, all on the opposite stage, and the three hung corpses were pointing and talking.

"I heard that the demons have come out to make trouble again!"

"What? Haven't all the demon clans been wiped out by the current Great Immortal Venerable?"

"Even if there are fish that slip through the net, the Chuzong Pavilion will not let them go!"

"I'm afraid it's not that the demons are about to make a comeback!"

"Oh, this... this is too scary!"

Nan Heng frowned subconsciously, and a warm and slightly itchy touch came from his ears.

He raised his head, and saw Xiao Tingxun standing in front of him, covering his ears with his hands.

Mouth like: "Don't listen."