medicine stone without medicine

The cold moonlight shines through the dense branches and leaves and casts two shadows, one big and one small, on the ground.

Chang Ying followed Lou Hua one step at a time, listening to him tell the story of Qin Dongyi's sword dance in the sky.

Chang Ying was fascinated by it, and when Lou Hua finished speaking, he suddenly asked a little strangely:

"That's not right, Brother Xiaohua, in your story, I have never seen that seventh senior brother of you and Master."

Hearing his words, Lou Hua recalled slowly.

Then, as if he remembered something, he said lightly:

"He is dead."

This answer was obviously unexpected by Chang Ying.

Chang Ying has never faced life and death before, and she doesn't know why Lou Hua said such a thing so plainly.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to hold Lou Hua's sleeve silently.

After a while, he seemed to realize something suddenly, so he asked Lou Hua again:

"Brother Xiaohua, why do you keep talking about Master, but never about yourself?"

Hearing this, Lou Hua was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"I have nothing to say about it."

"How come, there will always be happy things."

Chang Ying fought hard.

Lou Hua was a little impatient.

He wanted to quickly shut up the child, so he said perfunctorily:

"I'm so unlucky, I always encounter bad things, and there are no interesting stories. The best ones have already been told to you, be good and stop arguing."

After saying this, the child next to him shut up.

For a while, there were only the sound of leaves rubbing against each other, and the footsteps of the two, Lou Hua was very satisfied.

The open space in the back mountain was a little far away from Shutong Courtyard, and the two of them walked for a long time before returning.

During the second half of the journey, the child really didn't say a word.Lou Hua was relaxed from the beginning, but gradually became a little irritable later.

Why is this little annoying spirit not annoying anymore? He's talking too seriously?

The problem basket was suddenly fine, which made Ling Louhua a little strange.

So after entering the Shutong Courtyard, he couldn't help but want to take a sideways look to see what was going on with the child.

But before he turned his head, there was a warm little hand holding him.

Lou Hua was affected by his own ice-attribute spiritual power, and his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people all year round, which made the little hands holding him extraordinarily warm.

Chang Ying held his hand, as if shrank slightly by the ice, but he didn't dodge, but held Lou Hua with both hands.

His round eyes were shining brightly, and there was a smile in his pupils, somewhat proud of him.

他 说:

"Brother Xiaohua, I have been very lucky since I was born. Don't be sad, I will share all my luck with you. You will definitely meet good people and experience good things. Your good deeds It's all behind."

Lou Hua was stunned.

It wasn't until a gust of night wind blew through and messed up the broken hair on his forehead that he came back to his senses.

He looked at Chang Ying, for a moment he didn't know what expression to make.

After a while, he smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Probably knowing that he doesn't like to touch other people, Chang Ying obediently let go of his hand after saying that.

He took a step back and waved his hand at Lou Hua;

"Then I'll go back to my room, brother Xiaohua, see you tomorrow!"

Lou Hua looked at him, then slightly bent her lips, and waved lightly at him.

He watched the child enter the house and close the door, but he stood there for a long time.

He looked at the hand he had just touched.

any luck?

After watching for a while, Lou Hua seemed to think that she had become as naive as a child, so she shook her head with a smile and went back to Qin Dongyi's room.

Over there, Chang Ying stretched her waist after returning to the house, and after a simple wash, she was ready to go to bed.

But when he changed his clothes, he found that something seemed to be missing from him.

Chang Ying stared blankly at his empty wrist, and it took him a long time to realize that the silver bell given to him by his master was missing.

The master had instructed before that under no circumstances should the string of bells be allowed to leave his body, because only by wearing them would the master come to rescue him when he was in danger.

Except for the time when Chang Ying took down the silver bell and gave it to Lou Hua, he always wore it carefully according to the master's instructions. The silver bell had never been removed before, so why it disappeared inexplicably today.

Chang Ying touched her wrist, put on her clothes without much hesitation, opened the door and walked out.

It was late at night, and there was no one in the mountain.Chang Ying used the magic lighting instrument to slowly find the way she and Lou Hua came back inch by inch, but she never saw the shadow of the bell.

He bent down and pulled the grass by the tree twice. He felt a little sleepy after searching, so he opened his mouth and yawned.

He was ready to confess his mistake to Master tomorrow, but when he raised his eyes, he was suddenly startled by the extra silver bell in front of him.

Chang Ying took half a step back and took a closer look, only to realize that there was a tall man in front of him at some point.

The man's long golden hair was tied into a small braid and hung on his shoulders. He wore a mask on his face, and only his golden pupils that shone in the dark could be seen.

Chang Ying knew that the person with this appearance must not be an ordinary person, he was a little scared, and took another half step back.

The man didn't seem to want to hurt him.

He leaned against the big tree behind him with his arms folded, shook the silver bell in his hand, seemed to smile at Chang Ying, and asked:

"Your?"

Seeing his appearance, Chang Ying became more courageous.

He nodded and said:

"This is mine, can you return it to me?"

"sure."

That's what he said, but the man shook his hand and took the silver bell back.

He squatted down, looked at Chang Ying and asked:

"You are Shuyue Jun's disciple? What's your name?"

Chang Ying didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, but he answered obediently:

"Chang Ying."

The man nodded thoughtfully, and then said with a little distress: "You lost the bell and you can get it back, but I lost someone. Child, you are like the person I know. I miss him very much."

Chang Ying froze for a moment, he had a bad premonition, he just wanted to get out of here quickly, so he subconsciously shook his head:

"You must be mistaken. I have been in Qingyang Mountain since I was born, and I have never seen you."

Hearing this, the man smiled:

"I didn't say you were him, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood..." Chang Ying's voice became lower and lower, he wanted to leave, so he looked at the man and asked:

"It's late, I'm sleepy, can you give me back the silver bell? That's very important to me."

"Of course." The man readily agreed.

He handed the silver bell to Chang Ying, but before leaving, he asked again:

"May I touch you?"

"Ah?" Chang Ying was a little confused, and then he saw the man slowly stretching out his hand to him.

His request was not too much, Chang Ying thought, he probably missed the person who was very similar to him too much.

After a short thought, Chang Ying did not avoid the man's hand.And the man just touched his head lightly, and didn't do anything.

But Chang Ying noticed something unusual.

At that moment, with the man's touch, it seemed that something in his body was gradually dissipating.

He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the man, but the man opposite him just made a silent gesture to him.

The next moment, the person disappeared.

—

Shutong Courtyard.

When Lou Hua entered the room, Qin Dongyi hadn't come back yet.

He lit a lamp, and walked around the room like a walk. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at the row of bookshelves by the wall.

He walked over, ran his fingers across the row of spines, and finally stopped on one of the books, and pulled it out forcefully.

Qin Dongyi likes to read books.

But the books he read are different from those of Lou Hua. Lou Hua always likes to read myths and other things, but Qin Dongyi’s books are all didactic, full of obscure words, and the only books with pictures are clear. Illustration of Yangshan's sword manual.

To be honest, Qin Dongyi is indeed a boring person in some respects.

Lou Hua flipped through the book in his hand, he couldn't help yawning as he looked at those difficult characters.

At that moment, the door of Shutong Courtyard was pushed open from the outside.

Qin Dongyi walked in with a suit of dust.

I don't know if it was Lou Hua's illusion, but the moment he met Qin Dongyi's gaze, he seemed to feel that the person's eyes became a little gentler.

Lou Hua doesn't like to get too close to other people or have physical contact, but he likes to stick with Qin Dongyi very much.

Just like this time, he closed the book and raised his arms around Qin Dongyi's neck.

Qin Dongyi raised his hand to stroke his hair:

"When did you come back?"

"It didn't take long. I just came back with the child, and your apprentice insisted on pestering me to tell stories."

Lou Hua buried Qin Dongyi's neck and sniffed it, and smelled the familiar sandalwood fragrance on his body.

Then he heard Qin Dongyi ask:

"What story to tell?"

"He wanted to hear my story in Qingyang Mountain, but he had nothing to tell, so I told him about you."

Lou Hua smiled lightly.

Today he was led by a child and forced to recall the past, those memories tore him, making Lou Hua a little uncomfortable.

At this time, he likes to express his heart to Qin Dongyi tirelessly over and over again, which can also give him enough sense of security.

He hugged Qin Dongyi tightly and said:

"I love you so much."

Qin Dongyi was stunned for a moment.

He asked Lou Hua a question before, asking him what he likes about him.

He didn't understand it at the time, but after he got to know the little mute, he recalled the details of the past and realized that what he thought was easy at the time, was quite different for Lou Hua.

Qin Dongyi lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, just kissed Lou Hua's hair lightly.

Lou Hua's eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was lonely for a moment.

But he quickly covered up the strangeness, he let go of Qin Dongyi, and put the book in his hand back on the shelf:

"I read these books 300 years ago, why are these still here?"

Qin Dongyi's gaze followed him all the time, upon hearing this, he asked:

"do not like?"

"It's kind of boring." Lou Hua said honestly.

After hearing this, Qin Dongyi only nodded.

Then, he walked to the corner of the room.

There were some big boxes stacked there, Qin Dongyi searched for something in those boxes, finally, he bent down and lifted out a heavy wooden box from the corner, and placed it in front of Lou Hua.

The wooden box looked old, and there was a thick layer of dust on it.

"For me?" Lou Hua was a little strange.

"Your." Qin Dongyi only said.

Lou Hua was sitting in front of the box, he looked up at Qin Dongyi, then lowered his head and took a breath.

The dust on the box immediately filled the sky with his action. He choked himself and coughed for a long time before he opened the copper buckle on the box.

He lifted the lid and found a box full of picture books.

Those library paintings were so familiar, his eyes lit up.

He glanced at Qin Dongyi again, this time he saw a smile in that person's eyes.

Lou Hua casually took out a book from the box, flipped through it, and found that it was indeed those picture books he had collected.

Qin Dongyi knew that he liked to read picture books, so every time he went down the mountain to do tasks, he would bring some for him.This is a full box, which was slowly accumulated by Lou Hua during the ten years in Qingyang Mountain.

Those things were given to him by Qin Dongyi, Lou Hua didn't lose any of them.Originally, he thought that these books had disappeared together with the small wooden house, but he didn't expect that they were right in front of his eyes now.

Lou Hua liked it so much, he flipped through each book, each one was a story he was familiar with.

Flipping through it, a particularly old cover appeared in the bookcase.

Lou Hua's gaze paused, he took out the book, and opened a page, it was indeed his favorite story of irises when he was young.

Lou Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, and smoothed the raised corners of the pages with his hands.

This book was picked up in the weeds of the back mountain when he was eight years old. He had read it many times, but he couldn't get enough of it.

Lou Hua's eyes reflected the gentle warm light of the candlelight.

Qin Dongyi looked at his appearance, and subconsciously smiled with slightly curved lips.

He lowered his head, picked up a picture book from the bookcase, opened it and glanced at it.

But his movements were stiff for a moment, and in the next moment, he silently closed the book.

Qin Dongyi put the book back into the box, and covered it with the two books next to it.

In fact, when doing these things, Qin Dongyi's movements were natural enough, but the strangeness still fell into Lou Hua's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked:

"how?"

Then, he looked at Qin Dongyi, and reached for the book he had just flipped through.

Qin Dong wanted to stop him, but Lou Hua pulled the book over before he could grab his wrist.

Lou Hua only glanced at it, and knew where Qin Dongyi's strangeness came from without even flipping through it.

Because on the cover of that book were written four bright characters——

"Double Cultivation Diagram".

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I'm a little busy today, I haven't finished writing, only one update (cover the pot)