Puzzled

I don't know when Pei Yimo will be able to leave the customs, so Su Yanhui can only be in a hurry, living in the inn all day long, asking Ji Ruyu three times a day, when will Hua Xiyu practice the seventh form well?

Every time Ji Ruyu saw Su Yanhui holding a folding fan and staring at the copper bell-sized honey eyes, he waved his hand and replied, Ruyu didn't know.

Every time Wen Nanhui looked at his anxious appearance, he was more anxious than him, so he turned all his anxiety into paintings. On the rice paper, there was Su Yanhui's back in the sunset, Su Yanhui was lost in thought by the stream, and Su Yanhui was sitting on the bed. He was in a daze... It wasn't until Wen Nanhui finished painting one day that he realized that he had painted more than [-] portraits of Su Yanhui with different expressions by himself.And in every picture, whether it's his back view, his profile face or his front face, there is always a layer of melancholy shrouded in it.

Three or four days passed, and there was no news from either the Huaxi Yuqilin Sect or the Pei Yimo Luomei Sect.

Su Yanhui also went to Yumei Palace a few times during the period, and always saw Gong Zhixing rushing in and out, and the only thing thrown to him was: I don't know when the leader will be able to practice well, but he has to practice to the top, so it's no problem.

It's okay to practice to the top weight, it's okay to practice to the top weight, but once Pei Yimo trains to the top weight, he will definitely die within a year!

……

Jiang Daiqing pushed open the door of Wen Nanhui's room, but there was no one there, so he must have gone out, so he paced in his room alone, intending to go out, but inadvertently saw a corner of a piece of paper protruding from under Wen Nanhui's pillow.

Gently lifted the pillow, but found that there were many more of the same paper, all flatly pressed under the pillow, if I hadn't looked carefully just now, I really wouldn't have found it.

Picking up those rice papers, Jiang Daiqing saw a graceful back in the first picture, it was really romantic, she thought it was her, thought that after so many days of getting along, Wen Nanhui should also like her, but the joy on her face was As the paper changes one by one, it disappears little by little.

The person in the painting is clearly Su Yanhui.

With a sore nose, he did not hesitate to betray his master and his own father because of him, just to live a peaceful and stable life with him, but...why he still can't let go of that Su Yanhui?Where is he?In the end... What is there that Wen Nanhui can't forget?Even if Su Yanhui has forgotten about him, he is still so persistent, but even if he is persistent after Wen Nanhui for a lifetime, those who have gone away can't turn back!

The rice paper in Jiang Daiqing's hand was grasped tighter and tighter. These paintings... these thirty or so paintings, trembled with Jiang Daiqing's trembling.

"Su Yanhui...you must completely disappear from Wen Nanhui and my world, otherwise he will never care about me."

The rice paper in my hand was already wrinkled, but soon, my hands gradually let go of the paper. Finally, I flattened the paper on the table with a blank face, and gently smoothed the wrinkled part with the palm of my hand. Tuck it back under the pillow.

……

It was another sunny day, and Su Yanhui was sitting in the backyard of the inn, holding a not-so-thin book in his hand. It was written freely but with graceful and beautiful fonts, and he knew it was from Pei Yimo at a glance.

Before going to participate in the last martial arts competition, Pei Yimo wrote a book of swordsmanship for Su Yanhui. After all, it was said that it would be dangerous to let Su Yanhui participate in the competition. Although the original intention was to let him exercise, how could Pei Yimo be willing to watch Su Yanhui get hurt?People in love are always conflicted psychologically.

The sword art is called "Xuanmei Baizan". Su Yanhui has studied it for several months, but he still doesn't understand the mystery of this plain sword art. Even now he still doesn't understand it. In Su Yanhui's opinion, This "Black Plum and White Hairpin" is more or less used for practice and play.

I have already flipped through the pages three times, with my white fingertips skimming over the pages, I glanced casually out of the corner of my eyes, and saw a pair of embroidered black boots on the ground.

Su Yanhui looked at the unfriendly Jiang Daiqing, quickly put away "Xuanmei Baizan", warmed his eyes and said, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Daiqing was not angry, she nodded and said: "Mr. Su, you are really leisurely and elegant."

Su Yanhui stood up: "Master Jiang came to see Yanhui? What's the matter?"

"Why, can't you come to Mr. Su to talk about the past if you have nothing to do?"

Su Yanhui looked disgusted: "Reminiscing about the past? What is there to talk about between you and me? If it weren't for Mr. Jiang's blessing, how could Yanhui be wantonly insulted by He Yi and Wei Qiao that day?"

Jiang Daiqing was not surprised, and smiled: "Young Master Su is smart, yes, I did inform He Yi that day, do you know why I did that?"

"Because of returning to the south."

"Since you know, you don't want to stay here anymore. Don't you already have Pei Yimo? Just stay and fly with your Luomei Sect leader. Why bother Nanhui?"

Jiang Daiqing's previous peace had also faded away. When she thought that Wen Nanhui had paid so much for Su Yanhui and would rather make a deal with herself than protect him, the pain in her heart was self-evident. Su Yanhui shouldn't have existed!

"Heh, if Mr. Jiang came here for this matter, please forgive Yanhui for being puzzled. As we all know, I have no contact with Nanhui for a long time. If you really like him, there is no need to care about me."

Jiang Daiqing sneered, and said: "Mr. Su said it so lightly, you are a ruthless person, you can let him go easily, but he is a righteous person, I don't think he will let you go for a long time."

The gentle wind blew past the tip of Su Yanhui's nose, and he put a lock of black hair behind his ear farewell, without answering.

So Jiang Daiqing continued: "Young Master Su probably doesn't know yet, and he wouldn't tell because of Nan Hui's temperament. He escaped from He Yi and Wei Qiao that day, and Nan Hui made a deal with me."

Su Yanhui was startled, so Wen Nanhui didn't lie to him?

"trade?"

"That's right, you passed out at that time, and if He Yi didn't say it, we all wouldn't know that you were fed the Forgotten Pill, the treasure of the town, there were only two pills, and you actually ate one. You think Think, how painful it was for Nan Hui to hear the news? But even if it was painful, he still wanted to save you."

Su Yanhui frowned, waiting for Jiang Daiqing to continue.

"He asked me, would I be willing to go with him? As long as he can save you, he promises to spend time with me in the future."

Su Yanhui couldn't believe it, that guy Wen Nanhui could actually do this!Moreover, it was for the self who was ungrateful to him...

Jiang Daiqing looked at Su Yanhui's tangled expression, and said: "Your favorite is your Pei Yimo, right, but He Yi also said, Hey, forgetting pill is also what Pei Yimo meant."

Su Yanhui raised his head sharply, only to hear Jiang Daiqing smile and say: "Wen Nanhui can't bear to tell you, I'm afraid you will be sad, I'm not as gentle as him."

Su Yanhui remembered that when he lost his memory that day, it was indeed Pei Yimo who told him that he hadn't forgotten anyone.With the forbearance of love and the overbearing of love, the oppressive Su Yanhui couldn't breathe!

"Okay, I've said a lot of nonsense, I advise you to leave here now, and never appear in front of Nan Hui and me!"

Although Su Yanhui seemed to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle in his heart, his face was still calm, and he said, "I'm afraid Mr. Jiang doesn't know, I have already remembered the original matter. If we let Nan come back to choose now, who do you think he will choose?"

Jiang Daiqing's complexion changed, and she pointed at him tremblingly: "You...you remember it? Does Nan Hui know?"

Su Yanhui nodded.

But Jiang Daiqing quickly recovered and said, "Okay, so what, don't think that I can't beat you."

Su Yanhui looked at Jiang Daiqing with an expression of "let the horse come over", noncommittal.

"Su Yanhui, you forced me to do this. If you don't disappear, Nanhui and I will be impossible!"

In an instant, a whip had wrapped around Su Yanhui's wrist. Before Su Yanhui could react in surprise, he was already caught by the whip and flung towards the corner of the square stone table!

"Ah!" The forehead hit the corner of the table, it hurt terribly, blood flowed down the cheek from the wound, and when Jiang Daiqing was about to pull Su Yanhui up again, Su Yanhui had already jumped onto the table and did a front flip to break free from the whip!

Su Yanhui knew that the advantage of the whip lies in long-range attacks, so he quickly started a melee fight with Jiang Daiqing.

Su Yanhui's face twitched in pain, he took a few steps back, pulled out the dart cruelly, and threw it on the ground, but blood flowed out.Holding his hand on the branch, he stared viciously at Jiang Daiqing walking towards him step by step, bending slightly.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Nonsense. Su Yanhui, don't worry, next year today, Nan Hui and I will come to your grave to offer incense. I just need to say that you were killed by a killer sent by Xianlai, and everything will be fine. Do you think there are people here now?" see?"

"Hey! Mr. Jiang, I saw it!"

A cry came from nowhere, and Jiang Daiqing, who had been confident in her mind, was shaken all over, and turned her head to look for the sound at the same time as Su Yanhui.

Where there was no one, only a delicate plum blossom dart was already flying towards Jiang Daiqing's leg, and Jiang Daiqing was quick to react, wrapping a whip around the plum blossom dart at the very moment, but her own whip was also rotated at high speed The plum blossom dart was cut off, and the severed whip and plum blossom dart fell to the ground at the same time.

"Gu Xueran!" Jiang Daiqing shouted angrily, but she couldn't see anyone else at all.

Su Yanhui laughed.

"It's just male prostitution, what are you laughing at?!"

Su Yanhui said: "You keep saying that I'm a male prostitute, but why can't you compare to me?"

"Well, you Su Yanhui, you actually conspired with Gu Xueran, did you steal something while Pei Yimo was practicing?"

Su Yanhui's face darkened, but he saw that Jiang Daiqing's wide sleeve had been cut a huge hole in front of him, and a plum blossom dart had been deeply inserted into the nearby tree stump.

Just then Gu Xueran jumped out from behind the hidden boulder, Jiang Daiqing squinted her eyes to look at Gu Xueran and said, "Young Master Gu, what are you doing?"

Gu Xueran smiled: "Shouldn't I ask you this?" After speaking, she had already walked to Su Yanhui's side, helped him up, looked at the wound on his body and asked, "Weak chick, are you alright?"

Su Yanhui shook his head.

"Young Master Gu, you don't have to take care of our affairs." Jiang Daiqing threw down the half of the whip in his hand.

"Just kidding, Jiang Daiqing, if you want to kill Yanhui so that you can be with Wen Nanhui, you are wrong. How can Mr. Wen be with a villain?"

And Jiang Daiqing didn't panic after hearing this: "I said you don't need to worry about our affairs, and why do you have to protect Su Yanhui everywhere? Could it be that Su Yanhui had an affair with you while Hierarch Pei was retreating?"

Gu Xueran was young and energetic, and said angrily: "Yanhui is not that kind of person! If you have the guts, you can try to say it again!"

Jiang Daiqing smiled sinisterly: "Why, what I say is my right, you want to kill me?"

"Jiang Daiqing, don't think I'm afraid of you, it's more than enough to kill you."

"Then come."

When Gu Xueran was holding a plum blossom dart between his index finger and middle finger and was about to throw it out, Su Yanhui suddenly grabbed his hand, shook his head and said, "Don't."

Gu Xueran was annoyed: "What are you talking about Yanhui! What's the use of keeping this kind of scum!"

"No, Nan Hui... only him."

Gu Xueran hated that iron could not be made into steel, so she took back the plum blossom dart and said to Jiang Daiqing: "You are lucky today. Don't let me see that there will be a next time!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged Su Yanhui to the back room to treat his injuries, while Jiang Daiqing stood there alone.

As the breeze passed by, Jiang Daiqing stood motionless, a tear hanging from the tip of her chin, dripping suddenly.

Is it because no one really likes me, why everyone...helps Su Yanhui.