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It has to be said that although Qi Feiluan was terribly afraid of her master at the moment, when Ming Zhao really came over, she instinctively calmed down. The memory of her body is hard to erase. In the past many years, She also accompanied her to read medical books and identify herbs in this way.The scariest person is the one who can bring her the most sense of security, it's really ridiculous.

Qi Feiluan shook her head and didn't think about these messes anymore, she concentrated on thinking carefully, read the jade slip and cloud seal script carefully, and finally found the incoherence of Ming Zhao's words.

The first two translations are new, and the latter one is old... She doesn't have the ability to judge the age of the ink by how old it is, so she can only assume that Ming Zhao really learned the translation from herself.If this deduction goes on, could it be that Gu Fang Mingzhao really doesn't understand?

She was faintly happy at first, because the handwriting was new, which meant that Feng Yi really didn't know, and the conspiracy had nothing to do with that person.But she can be so sure that Feng Yi doesn't know, why can't she believe that Ming Zhao also doesn't know?

If Ming Zhao really doesn't know, then this prescription...

No, that's not the case, the whole conspiracy of this pest plague was set up by Dongxumen, how could Mingzhao not know about it?

Xu Shi noticed Qi Feiluan's various entanglements, and Mingzhao sighed. After all, he was still soft-hearted towards this apprentice.She took the jade slips and gave a reminder: "Since you doubt the whole epidemic itself, why don't you doubt it a little more?"

There was something scattered in Qi Feiluan's mind, and several broken chains were intertwined. She looked up in surprise: "Could it be that this ancient prescription is not for treating the neon disease at all?"

The whole conspiracy was planned by Dongxumen, so the end of the epidemic a hundred years ago must be that Dongxumen secretly planted medicine to wipe out the unrecyclable neon clothes scattered in the world. If Mingzhao can restart this plan a hundred years later, he will definitely know how to deal with the neon clothes Methods.

But she really doesn't know the scroll cloud script, so this ancient formula...

Qi Feiluan: "It has nothing to do with Nishang?"

Ming Zhao: "It has something to do with neon clothes, but it's just another use."

Qi Feiluan: "What purpose?"

Ming Zhao turned to look at her, and instead of answering the question she just asked, he asked another question: "Do you know what the purpose of this experiment is?"

Qi Feiluan has no time to criticize the separation of the world's children, and the situation involving human life and flesh is called an "experiment" by the instigator. At this moment, her heart has been pulled to the extreme by Ming Zhao.

"Are you testing Nishang's ability?" she asked.

"wrong."

Mingzhao rested her head on the bookshelf, she looked like she usually finished her morning class, waited for her apprentice to pack up and left, leaned here lazily for a nap, and seemed to be waiting for the rain to stop.The light blue lotus-colored sky seems to pour paint and rain into this picturesque long scroll, dyeing the layers of robes into the same color.

"I'm looking for a physique."

"You don't need any secret method to resist Nishang's physique."

Her voice was light, the color of her body almost merged with the sky outside the curtain, she looked very peaceful at first glance, but Qi Feiluan only felt creepy.

A killing, just to find a one-ten-thousandth physique.

Ming Zhao continued: "There is a special gland in Nishang's body. This gland has the function of transporting and retaining memory. Nishang is addicted to human blood and has all five senses. Only through the glands can one identify a partner. If this gland also exists, then Nishang will recognize him as a companion and will not release venom to kill him."

In the middle of her speech, Qi Feiluan understood that Zhuli was bitten by Nishang but did not die like the others, but survived.And this incident spread to Mingzhao's ears not long after it happened, that is when Mingzhao sent himself to lurk beside Zhuli and monitor his every move.

It turned out that at that time, Ming Zhao had already found the physique she needed.

"Then why didn't you ask me to bring her back after you found him?" Qi Feiluan hated her, at first she didn't know Zhuli's identity, if then Mingzhao would kill him, or use him to achieve Whatever the purpose, I might not be in such pain as I am now.

Ming Zhao is very calm about this: "Because of the Yunzhuan Tianshu, as you can see, I also want to know the translation of the first two herbs."

After she finished speaking, she patted Qi Feiluan on the shoulder and taught earnestly: "So Feiluan, you see, my teacher told you a long time ago that knowing one more language can sometimes save lives."

Qi Feiluan glanced over.

Mingzhao spread his hands: "Although the ending is going to die, but living one more day is still profitable."

Qi Feiluan stared at her: "This prescription comes from Dongxu Sect, you are the eighth generation master of Dongxu Sect, don't you know?"

Ming Zhao asked back, "Why do I need to know?"

Qi Feiluan kept his gaze fixed: "The previous seven sect masters knew about it, why didn't you know about it?"

Ming Zhao smiled and said, "The previous seven sect masters are not my master, how can I know?"

"You," Qi Feiluan was startled, his eyes widened, "Then where did you come from?"

Ming Zhao laughed outright.

Qi Feiluan's face flushed, she had been thinking too much, she used words in disorder, she asked a sentence as if Mingzhao jumped out from a crack in the stone, she shook her head, turned away and decided to change the topic.

Qi Feiluan: "What is the prescription for? What do you want this kind of physique for?"

Mingzhao asked: "Do you still remember what the teacher taught you just now, what is the function of neon clothes?"

Qi Feiluan replied: "Transfer power."

Ming Zhao raised his hand and was about to hit Qi Feiluan's head, but he stopped halfway and withdrew his hand.

"I just remember that neon clothes can transmit skills?" Ming Zhao said with a helpless smile: "It's not just skills that are passed down together—"

"It can also pass on memory."

memory……

The more painful and desperate, the more profound the memory.

"The function of this kind of physique is to cooperate with the ancient formula of Yunzhuan to import and export the countless exercises and countless memories absorbed by Nishang between the physique owner and Nishang, regardless of the number of times, endlessly, until-"

"There are only exercises left in Nishang's body."

"There is only memory left in the body of the physique owner."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of thunder, splashing countless purple lights and silver lights.

what is that……

Human filter?

Qi Feiluan didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at this moment, it was as if a frying pan was set up in her heart, and the oil was cooking with a blazing fire, clusters of angry flames flashed like ghosts and monsters.

Mingzhao laughed, sighing: "This kind of physique has only been produced in a hundred years. It is extremely precious. It was born to be used as a furnace."

She smiled extremely beautifully but extremely cold, like a scorpion's tail, like a snake's teeth, oozing with poison into Qi Feiluan's eyes.

Qi Feiluan jumped up, turned his palm into claws and slashed towards Mingzhao's face like lightning!

Ming Zhao turned sideways to dodge in an instant, but Qi Feiluan seemed to be determined. He missed one move and made another move, but Ming Zhao easily dodged it.

Qi Feiluan's peach-blossom eyes don't see any trace of tenderness, only the scarlet red remains!She flipped her hand and slapped it, the snow silk weave was broken by every root, and the cloud seal and jade slips were scattered all over the ground, she picked up one at random, changed her figure a few times and attacked Mingzhao!

The raging waves in her heart exploded to the sky, and the places she attacked were all dead spots, how could Mingzhao do what she wanted.

The curtains around the Book Pavilion were stretched wantonly in the thunderstorm wind. The door of the pavilion was open, and thousands of scrolls were facing the river. The sound of waves and the rain curtain seemed to pour down the entire dome.

Zidian Yinshuang meanders in the air, and flashes the silhouettes of the two masters and apprentices fighting in the book pavilion.The sound of the rain made chaos, the sound of the waves was like a drum, and the cold light and shadows intertwined. It was clearly a desperate fight, but it seemed to be lingering.

Qi Feiluan was restrained by Mingzhao on the scattered silk and bamboo slips and couldn't move. She turned her face away angrily, but her jaw was forcefully clamped back. Her phoenix eyes were full of her own embarrassment.

She tensed her body and swallowed the blood foam between her lips and teeth, and swallowed back the painful moan that was about to come out.

Ming Zhao, who was propped up on her body, could see the embarrassment and stubbornness at the end of his strength, and smiled sinisterly.

"Fei Luan, do you really want to kill me that much?"

Qi Feiluan's teeth clenched tightly, and he didn't say a word.

Ming Zhao was angry: "I never treated you badly, and you actually want to kill me?!"

In fact, she has been angry for a long time, she has been angry since seeing Qi Feiluan sneaking up to her bed and holding a sharp knife to take her life.It's just that her anger was still hidden in that well-groomed empty shell before, once it erupts now, even if it overwhelms the river, it will be difficult to bear the anger.

"I just want to live. What's wrong with me?! Do you think I want to hurt people? Do you think I am willing to do this? Every day and night, every moment I hear them fighting in my body, like this What's the difference between living a life and falling into purgatory?!"

"I finally waited for it, I waited for a way for me to be free, and you, my most beloved apprentice, actually wanted to disrupt all my plans for a person I've known for less than a few months! Even—— "

There was blood in her eyes, and her words were like knives:

"Want to kill me."

Qi Feiluan said with difficulty: "Zhuli is innocent."

"Of course I know he's innocent!" Mingzhao pressed his fingers hard, pinching the already fair chin until it was pale, wishing to eat his flesh-like hatred flowing between the lines, "But you are my disciple, Why do you have to face outsiders all day long?"

"Then let me tell you," Mingzhao laughed again, but at this time she had torn off her sanctimonious skin, revealing her hideous and ghostly appearance, "I won't let him suffer for too long, once the cultivation is completed , I will end his suffering with my own hands. After all, this kind of torture is not something ordinary people can bear, and I am very clear about this."

The blood in Qi Feiluan's whole body was boiled, and he rushed to Baihui, Ming Zhao quickly restrained the restless hands with his eyes, locked his wrists and pressed them on the top of her head.During the move, Qi Feiluan struggled too much, her upper body was lifted up by an inch, and then pressed down by the force of the chin, the back of the head hit all around, dizzy, the end of consciousness rang in the ear , is Ming Zhao's cold voice.

"So you see, I'm kind after all."

"Master..."

Ming Zhao was startled: "What did you call me?"

The bubbling warmth gathers from Qi Feiluan's slack eyes, and slides down the corners of his eyes.

"Ming Zhao."

Ming Zhao: "..."

After a moment, she understood.

"Are you going to sever the master-student relationship with me?"

"Why do you need Zhuli to bear the price that you Dongxumen have brought for your greed?" In this life, she no longer wants to call herself the incense master of the Dongxumen.

"Flying Luan..."

Qi Feiluan looked at the master who had knelt in front of the stone gate for seven days and seven nights begging to come here, and said coldly: "You guys are extremely shameless."

There was a thunder and the universe shook.

Ming Zhao raised her upper body slightly, and thousands of floating lights shattered from her eyes, her eyes trembled in the ensuing surge of thunder, and when the thunder stopped, the lights and shadows in her eyes seemed to be completely still .It was deep and dark, very deep and deep, and at the end, she laughed again, her whole body trembling with the louder and louder laughter.There was a line in Sen Hanfeng's eyes, like a ray of sky looking up from an abyss canyon.

Even though it is bright, it still makes people feel cold.

"My good apprentice, did you make a mistake?"

For a while, Qi Feiluan, there seemed to be a ghost in her eyes, shadows scattered around her...

"Didn't you ask me where I come from?"

"You shouldn't ask me this question, you should ask the first generation master of Dongxu Sect."

"I also want to ask him—"

"Where did you catch me?!"

Qi Feiluan trembled all over, a boundless sea of ​​flames came into her eyes, something screamed and screamed beside her ear, tearing her eardrum.

She wanted to hide, but Mingzhao didn't like her, he clamped her neck and forced her into the sea of ​​purgatory.

"Did you see a handbook just now?"

Qi Feiluan even had difficulty breathing, but his thinking became very clear.

Hands, Letters...

"

The second volume, am I not mistaken? "

"Why don't you take a closer look?"

The silk-covered letter fell aside because of their fight just now, and several lines on the unfolded scroll were illuminated by lightning: ——Sometimes the blood flowed backward like madness, sometimes there was no trace of life, and it was as stiff as a dead corpse...

——I don’t know whether it is life or death, or whether it is life and death...

——Those who give birth to different glands like neon clothes, come out once in a hundred years.The master of the first sect got it by chance, imprisoned it in the alchemy room, and refined it.

——Nameless, with cloudy eyes like the opening of chaos, the darkness of the darkness...

——So it is called 'Ming Zhao'.

With a thunderous explosion, something broke in my heart completely.

Qi Feiluan stared blankly at the person on her body, her whole soul seemed to be torn away from her body, her body seemed to be split in two, one end was burned in the raging fire, painful and scalding; Beneath the glacier, it's icy cold.

"Feiluan, you love Zhuli so much."

"Why don't you feel sorry for me?"

Ming Zhao's chuckle rang in his ears, Qi Feiluan felt that he might have gone crazy.

A hundred years ago, the first sect master, the furnace cauldron who was tortured endlessly, Ming Zhao...

If she was just angry when she heard about Dongxumen's plan and how they wanted to treat Zhuli just now, then after she learned that Mingzhao was tortured like this a hundred years ago, she has collapsed.

I don't know if it's because of this special gland, or because of this cruel cultivation method, Mingzhao has survived until now, even without changing his appearance.But this kind of longevity and beauty, no one with a sound mind would want to have.

What does it mean to live for a hundred years?

After seven sect masters of Dongxu sect, the usage of neon clothes and the prescriptions and medicinal materials are all recorded in the book. Even if ordinary disciples and incense masters can't get close to this bookstore, every sect master can still.Every sect master can use these materials to practice inhumanely on Ming Zhao who is imprisoned in the alchemy room.

A hundred years go by, just a flick of a finger.

But for Ming Zhao, every moment is like dying a hundred times.

A hundred years of life means a hundred years of torture.

Ming Zhao sneered: "The memories before I came to Dongxumen have been washed away by them long ago. And my mind is full of dirty things that don't belong to me."

"Can you imagine? A person, she doesn't know who she is, and she doesn't have her own memory. She has never seen the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon. She has spent nearly a hundred years in the cold and damp alchemy room."

"What is good and evil, I have no such concept at all."

"What I want is liberation."

"But I couldn't die at all. They sent people to monitor me and tortured me in different ways, but they tried everything to keep me alive. At first I was in a state of confusion, only knowing that every moment was suffering, but later, he accepted got an apprentice."

Naturally, he was referring to the first master of the Dongxu Gate mentioned in the manuscript, who was also the one who spread the neon clothes to create a plague of insects, arrested Ming Zhao, and imprisoned him in the alchemy room, the instigator of all tragedies.

"His apprentice was dishonest. After discovering that his master would come to the alchemy room regularly every month, he tried to unlock the master's secret. Finally one day, I saw him sneaking into the alchemy room."

"I instigated him, and he didn't disappoint me. He quickly mastered the secret technique of Nishang, killed his master, and became the second sect master."

"Do you remember what you just saw?

volume one?The record of the master of Dongxu Gate has been lost since the second generation, and the cause of death of the masters of the second to seventh generations is unknown? "

"Because I killed them all. This kind of thing happened in a place where the sun can't be seen, so I have to hide it in a place where the sun can't be seen forever."

Qi Feiluan listened like a puppet, and his lips moved slightly when he heard this: "How did you kill them?"

Ming Zhao said softly: "Use the way they treat me, but they are too weak, and they will die in one go. I was bound and filtered millions of times by them."

Qi Feiluan's heart and soul were shaken again, as if the strings on a bow were being shaken endlessly.

"The skill absorbed is pure, but the memory is easily lost, because I am still very unfamiliar with the control of Nishang. These sect masters are all human spirits, and they know how to guard against me, and they will never give me the secret medicine. I can only use them and let them pass on from generation to generation to obtain more memories. Waiting until the memory of the seventh sect master was devoured by me, I finally found the ancient formula that was missing in the memory of the first generation sect master and could complete memory filtering .”

"Every time the medicine is prepared and used immediately, they never dare to keep it for fear that I will cause trouble. At the same time, the problem of incomplete memory still exists. Where can I find it. But at that time, I had absorbed the skills of seven generations of sect masters, and possessed the pure skills of tens of thousands of people, and no one in the world could hinder me. How can I be afraid of mere two herbs? I have no Patiently endured the next round of torture, directly killed the seventh-generation sect master and his apprentices, and became the eighth sect master of Dongxu sect himself."

Speaking of this, Mingzhao suddenly paused, Qi Feiluan didn't take it seriously at first, but as the restraint on her body gradually loosened, Mingzhao's long eyebrows furrowed more and more tightly, and she finally realized that something was wrong.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Ming Zhao's forehead onto her earbones.

"Master!!"

Ming Zhao: "They... are here again."

Qi Feiluan: "!!!"

Of course she knew who Ming Zhao was talking about.

Carrying the skills of the seven generations of sect masters, possessing the skills of the seven generations of sect masters...

Naturally, he was also tortured by the memories of the seven generations of sect masters.

Their hatred is very deep and heavy, and they tortured Ming Zhao very cruelly and viciously.

Like seven forcibly torn souls, fighting and roaring in her body, restless all day long.

Mingzhao had already left her body, and sat slumped under the three-person-high bookshelf with his head covered in cold sweat, leaning against the sandalwood shelf with his head resting on thousands of rolls, but he couldn't find a way to escape.

Qi Feiluan got up slowly, her limbs were stiff due to the blood flow for a long time, she wanted to stand up and walk over, but suddenly her body went numb, and she knelt down heavily in the Wanjuan book, the jade slip was on her knees, but she didn't care I just stared blankly at the person who was so painful that he was curled up under the bookshelf.

She is the eighth generation master of the Dongxu Sect. Her martial arts skills are unparalleled, and her medical skills are the best in the past and present. She seems to have infinite beauty.

But no one knows that she is the deepest prisoner of Dongxumen.

She no longer knows what is the point of living. The life that has been imposed on her for a hundred years is no longer her life.Everyone who is born old, sick and dying, her life should have passed away in a long time ago...

The four seasons of heaven and earth will last forever;

However, spring is not my spring, and summer is not my summer.

Countless chrysalis live in the body,

Seven souls and ten thousand souls carry a century of pain in his mind.

Boundless crying, fighting, entanglement and torture day and night, lingering.

After a hundred years, the seven generations of sect masters have regarded her as a furnace for cultivation. Every time they are filtered, it is a journey before the gate of hell, and the recovery time is getting longer each time. , How can it be called the eighth life.

The so-called eighth life has no memory of the past and no hope for the future.

That's why she is so eager to seek relief. She wants to live in the world in a real way, not like a walking dead.

Even if the life expectancy is short, it is still reborn, like a new life.

She set up a plan, looking for the one who appeared once in a hundred years, who was the same as herself, and she laughed at herself as the carrier of the special physique of "natural furnace".

Lead it into the urn, take it as a furnace, and exchange it for her——

Ninth born.

"Seven souls, eight lives, nine lives and nine lives..."

Tianqi outside the camera murmured, marveling in his heart along with all the cast and crew on the scene.

Jing Zhen walked over from the monitor area. She was no longer satisfied with watching Yuci's performance in the monitor, and walked all the way to Tianqi.

Ming Zhao's feelings for Qi Feiluan are extremely close, yet extremely alienated, extremely good, and extremely bad.

Domineering and glamorous, but also desolate, stunning, stunning, serene and indifferent, yet evil and crazy.

It is logical to be completely insane but still able to negotiate with people normally.

He has peerless martial arts but is weak, has martial arts but has no martial arts.

Seven souls and eight lives have suffered through nine lives and nine lives.

In the play, the content recorded in the Yunzhuan jade slips and observation handbook that Yuci Dahong used as props just now was the content on the three audition scripts of Yuci at that time.

Jing Zhen naturally went there out of embarrassment, but was shocked by Yu Ci's performance.

The character design that Di Hong used to make up out of impulsive nonsense was written to the extreme by Jing Zhen and brought into full play by Yu Ci.

Yu Ci's Ming Zhao, always on the verge of collapse, always handles it very skillfully.Not very explosive, very frightened, she is obviously very complicated, with so many souls, so many experiences, so painful collapse.But everything about her happened naturally.But you will feel that this is Ming Zhao.

Everything about her is not right, that feeling of not being right is like a bloody fight under the deep sea, thousands of dead bodies have been buried underneath, but the surface just seems to be stained with a red glow.Thousands of miles without waves, the sea is like a mirror.

"Seven souls, eight lives, nine lives and nine lives..."

Jing Zhen looked at Yu Ci in the field, smiled and sighed:

"That's not a lie."

***

Qi Feiluan couldn't cry anymore, she stood for two steps and couldn't stand up, suddenly became ruthless, and beat her legs desperately, obviously it was only numb for a while, but it seemed to destroy all the pride in her heart.

She relied on her high martial arts skills, and there were few people in the world who could be her opponents, but she collapsed like a dike at this moment.

She hated that Mingzhao suffered alone for a hundred years, but she couldn't even go over to hug her at this moment.

"Flying Luan..."

Ming Zhao's voice pulled her out of boundless self-blame, she raised her head, and Ming Zhao's haggard face was in the hazy eyes.Her appearance has always been extremely beautiful, and the bleak sky light leaked in from all directions in the bookstore, reflecting on her pale face, that person seemed to be transparent, and it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Master." Her hoarse voice trembled, she crawled over on all hands and feet, and knocked heavily on her master.

"Sorry……"

Ming Zhao's expression changed instantly: "You...you still want to..."

Qi Feiluan raised her head and knocked down heavily, the cold touch was on her smooth forehead, her whole body shivered, she didn't know whether it was from the cold or the pain.

Mingzhao stroked her chest and wanted to stand up, but fell back again. She closed her eyes and forced her eyes into her chest, exhaled a long breath, and slowly opened her phoenix eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master..." Qi Feiluan buried her head deeply among the thousands of volumes of scriptures, the words of the sages and the precepts of famous scholars were written on the silk and jade slips, and engraved in her heart.

After all, she is Qi Feiluan, Ming Zhao is pitiful, but this is not the reason why she can calmly let Zhuli go to die.The pain of Mingzhao should not be relieved at the cost of other people's lives.

What's more, how can master Feng Yigu's life-saving grace and three-year teaching grace be forgotten?

If she did not take good care of Mingzhao, it would be unfilial, if she betrayed Dongxumen, it would be unfaithful, if she hurt Zhuli again, it would be inhumane, and if she did not repay the favor of Guzhu Feng Yi, it would be unrighteous.

This life has festered to this point, she can only do her best to deal with this mess.

"Master, I promise you that when Zhuli returns to Feng Yigu safely, I will accompany you to find a solution, okay?"

What responded to her was Ming Zhao's deep laughter, and she coughed while laughing, that laughter sounded extremely bleak.

"You are really a good disciple who knows how to repay you. Hahahahahahaha cough cough cough..."

"You want to repay the favor?"

She wiped the blood from her lips, and raised her eyes.

Qi Feiluan raised his head and kowtowed heavily, before he dared to straighten his upper body and answer: "Yes."

"Repay Feng Yi, ahem, Feng Yi's great favor?"

"Yes, Master."

Qi Feiluan didn't know why, but that feeling of uneasiness and insidious movement reappeared.She didn't know why she felt this way, but her premonition was very bad, very bad.

With a sound of "Huang Dang", the strong wind swept open the last closed door of the Book Pavilion, and thunder, lightning and showers rushed into the room like raging tigers and wolves.The vase placed on the edge of the nearby window sill fell down, making a soul-stirring shattering sound, and a bolt of lightning struck from mid-air, and the pale electric light shone red on the ground.

It's... the one Ming Zhao was leaning on just now—

Plum blossom?

Plum blossom……

Plum blossom? ?

How could it be wintersweet? !

Qi Feiluan's complexion was paler than lightning for a moment, and the thing buried in the soil that was about to move broke out in a moment, and the ferocious branches invaded westward with their teeth and claws, and soon wrapped the entire heart, attaching to it like a fishing net , giving birth to countless hard thorns, every time the heart beats, it is a heart-piercing lingering.

The Dongxu Gate has always been planted with peach blossoms...

Those who like to enjoy winter plum...

It was Feng Yigu.

Mingzhao's gaze moved inch by inch across Qi Feiluan's long frowning eyebrows, tearful and frightened eyes, and trembling lips. She admired Qi Feiluan's painful appearance almost like masochistic, and smiled.

"Where do you think this is?"

Qi Feiluan hugged her head violently, almost rolled on the ground in pain, she didn't believe it, how dare she believe it!

However, the memories that surged up crazily told me over and over again, with incomparable clarity——

She has never left the Dongxu Sect, and she has never gone deep into other sects even when doing tasks, so she has always been very vague about the concept of Shuge.But she knew that Feng Yigu also had such a bookstore near the river, which was very similar to the bookstore at Dongxumen, and it was almost difficult to distinguish without looking at the details, not to mention that she had been subjected to continuous violent attacks since entering the bookstore today.

This is Feng Yigu.

It's not a hole door.

And to be able to torture each other for so long in Feng Yigu's bookstore, and yet no disciple came to check... The only answer is ready to come out.

But Qi Feiluan didn't believe it anyway, she really couldn't believe it.

She knelt on the ground with her head in her arms, facing the bleak wind and rain, crying and screaming hoarsely, wanting to pour all her grievances, resentment, pain and despair into the rushing river outside the pavilion, and then jump into the river. One leap, from then on, return to the wind on the river, life and death forever.

But such a beautiful thing never happened to her.

Tired of crying and shouting, she curled up on the ground of the bookstore like Ming Zhao just now, letting the warmth drip down her cheeks, and then turn into ice cold.

Feng Yi, who is Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, has a soul of snow and ice.How could he be connected with Mingzhao...

But thinking about it this way, I was taken aback by myself. In my heart, is Ming Zhao already so unbearable?

Mingzhao sat beside him and watched quietly, his gaze seemed to tear Qi Feiluan's heart apart.

Yes, she has given a lot of hints from the beginning.

Continued until now.

The teaching method of asking apprentices to learn by reading books and asking questions after they don't understand belongs to Feng Yi, not Ming Zhao.

Feng Yi and Ming Zhao both mean chaos, just like Ming Zhao's life.

The ghosts and monsters gathered around her, grinning at her with bared teeth, making ugly and noisy voices.

"She is your benefactor, how can you not recognize your benefactor?!"

"She is your great benefactor Feng Yi!"

"You say sorry to her in front of your benefactor, and want to repay someone else, it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!!"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!!!"

……

The voice kept ringing in her ears, and finally even she recognized it: "Ridiculous..."

"Ridiculous..."

She never thought that the most painful and most disintegrating time in her life would be spent in the bookstore...

But some of her rare good memories in this life are all in this bookstore.

The man in the white robe once led himself around the rows of bookshelves, and when the faint morning light fell on his shoulders through the bookcases, he looked back in a gentle voice, and called out to him in a hoarse but gentle voice. She came over to review the medicines she had learned yesterday.

In the evening drum and evening bell, I read a single volume together with her in the sunset, and then gave her the pen, and saw her crookedly filled annotations and pointers, and suddenly became enlightened.

Reminiscing of the gentle sunset, water and scales;

In the world of violent wind and rain, Zidian is in shock.

She walked forward in chaos, and in the darkness she heard the sound of dripping water. This was the scene she least wanted to recall when she was a child. After taking a few steps, I fell into a sweet embrace.

Opening her eyes, the girl in white robe and hair held up a bunch of bright red candied haws before her eyes. It was Ming Zhao who hadn't seen him for a long time with a gentle smile.

Look at the moment when she took the bunch of candied haws, her feet slipped, the scene around her changed suddenly, the mountain wind whizzed by her ears, like countless evil spirits roaring and struggling in hell...

When I opened my eyes again, all my bones seemed to be broken. There was no moon and stars, and the wind was piercing. It was the bottom of Jingping Peak.

A pair of gentle hands picked her up and brought her to a bright and gentle valley, where the fragrance of plants and trees was refreshing and pleasant, the birds were chirping, and the mountains and fields were full of flowers.The man put her down, held her hand and walked forward, she saw that the man with silver armor on his face and white robe was Feng Yi.

The road was very steady, the sky was full of thunderstorms and wind and rain, at the place where the wind and rain were at its peak, Ming Zhao in red was standing...

No, that's not the red dress, but the blood of the dead splashed on her white dress.

On that delicate and beautiful face, gentleness was no longer, replaced by madness and ferocity, she hid behind Feng Yi in fear, and a bamboo bone umbrella opened in front of her, blocking everything for her.

Feng Yi held the umbrella and did not let go of her hand.Looking at Feng Yi's back, she intuited that as the light and shadow around her changed, that back also changed, sometimes it was thin and tall, and sometimes it turned into a young man's back, overlapping in the years that flowed like a lantern...

She followed Feng Yi through the windy and misty valley, and came to a place with the sound of waves, which was a book pavilion facing the river...

"We have arrived."

Feng Yi, who turned his back on her, finally turned around and raised his hand to take off the mask...

Qi Feiluan couldn't afford to struggle in this torrent, a hoarse voice that only remained in her memory rang beside her through several years, Qi Feiluan raised her eyes, and what she saw was the picture of Feng Yi after taking off the mask. exposed——

Forever a half-smile, mocking,

Ming Zhao's face.

"Zhu Li is not bad as Feng Yigu's number one disciple, but he is not the disciple of the master Feng Yi."

"Feng Yigu's first disciple is the apprentice of Elder Meng Si."

"The teacher said that he only accepts one apprentice in this life."

Qi Feiluan remembered this sentence, Feng Yi said this sentence to a female disciple of Gu Zhong under the warm sun in the book pavilion, at that time he still felt sad, but now it is really complicated.

At that time, the only apprentice that Feng Yi said had been accepted was himself.

As a good master, Mingzhao naturally wouldn't let her disciples be confused for too long, and simply told all the things back then: "My retreat back then was not a retreat at all, but I went to Feng Yigu to deal with some things. Who knew that those beasts from the Dongxu Sect would dare to treat you so harshly. I was the owner of Feng Yigu at that time and could not reveal my identity. Fortunately, Feng Yigu was different from the Dongxu Sect. Everyone was idle and disciplined was not strict. I will take you back to take care of you Not much resistance."

"As long as I can take good care of you, it doesn't matter where I am."

"Later, I killed Feng Yigu to pick you up, and it was just a show."

Ming Zhao looked at Qi Feiluan, and suddenly smiled: "Do you still want to ask why Feng Yi was there at that time?"

"He is here, but did he make a sound? Did he make a move? Does he dare to come over and let you take a closer look?"

Qi Feiluan's entire thinking system has been paralyzed, and her crying has also stopped. She only looks at her timidly with her eyes soaked in water, like a deer caught in a hunter's snare, not knowing her future fate.

Ming Zhao walked over, hugged her, and held her in his arms.

She used her medicinal fragrance and words to bind him layer by layer like a spider's silk, and suddenly