The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

Seeing that the man wanted to hide from him, Xiangong Ling didn't force him, so he went to other places to search for a walk. On the way, he met a man from Meijie Village. The man kept his eyes on him and walked his way silently. Then each staggered.

The temperature on the mountain was already low, but after noon, the temperature dropped even more. From the south, there was a humid air like rotting trees, which was extremely unpleasant.

Xiangong Ling went up with the sword, only to find that there was an extremely deep miasma forest, so dark that people couldn't avoid it.

He walked a little further to the left, and saw a few sparse plum trees growing just right, and the plum trees became denser as he went forward. In a lush land, the terrain suddenly lowered, and if you move forward, you can see a stream flowing crisply, so happy.

The fairy palace feathers were collected, and the shoes and boots fell on the slightly tidal soil. The plum trees spread along the stream, row upon row, but the trees were budding, unlike the mountains that had already bloomed.

He flew across the meandering stream until he came to the vast river and ocean.

The color of the river water is a bit special, greenish green, gentler than emerald jade, and the afterglow of the setting sun casts on the sparkling waves, making the line of sky and water more distinct.

Looking at the river from a distance, Xiangong Ling couldn't get rid of the familiarity in his heart, the fire in the sky seemed to shine into his shallow eyes.

Zhong Shanjiang.

Xiangong Ling was a little distracted until a message trembled on his sleeve.

"Where is senior brother? We have circled the village several times, but we still haven't found anything special. There is an attic to the east of Meijie Village. Senior brother, are you coming back today?"

When Ying Zihuai's voice came, Xiangongling thought for a while and replied, "I'll come back now."

Then I went back the same way, passing the old man staying nearby, I didn't notice the extra breath, so I paid more attention, and then I found a way.

This old man is very cautious, he is really cautious, since he spares his life like this, why should he stay in this place that has just been invaded?Generally speaking, isn't it safer to seek a quiet place outside?

The place Ying Zihuai mentioned was not difficult to find, because the sky was getting dark, and the bright lights of a pavilion were too obvious in this dark and silent place, he didn't even need to look at the direction, he recognized it at a glance.

What I saw at the same time was the woman at the brightly lit railing on the pavilion. The woman seemed to have noticed him a long time ago, and waited for Xiangong Ling to volley down with a smile, saying:

"I thought Zhenjun would not come back, but luckily I asked."

Hearing this, Xiangongling only felt that the feeling was a little unclear. He wanted to ask Miss Ji why she had to wait for him, but felt that she couldn't ask.

Even if it is known that someone wants to match, maybe the person concerned does not feel that things are not what he thought?

In that case, it might be embarrassing to ask, and he is not a frivolous person, so why bother.

Ji Fuxiang had a free and easy attitude, it seemed that he didn't care at all, Xiangongling nodded to her:

"It's cold at night, miss Ji, let's take a rest earlier."

When ordinary people hear this, they will most likely interpret the meaning of polite refusal, and thus deter them, but Ji Fuxiang is different. She leans on the railing and looks down, raising her eyebrows slightly in high spirits. It's not the same as usual.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for your concern. The little girl can't see the young master, so she just feels uneasy."

"I'm waiting for someone. If I don't see the young master, the little girl will be restless. Is the young master responsible?"

Xiangongling took a few steps back in a trance, but she didn't answer any more, and walked towards the pavilion in a muffled voice.

Hearing the voice coming from inside the house, Lan Ting joked:

"Isn't Junior Sister very restrained on weekdays? What's wrong today, people are scared away by you."

Ji Fuxiang withdrew his gaze and chuckled a few times: "Senior sister doesn't know, no matter how close you are, if people don't understand, it will be futile."

As soon as Ying Zihuai saw that Xiangongling's expression was not right when he entered the door, he immediately wanted to ask, but realized that if the matter was important, Brother Xian would not tell him, so he held back his thoughts and pointed to a place: "Brother Use that one, it's all packed."

Xiangong Ling went there, and Ying Zihuai called him again: "Senior Brother, Brother Guibai might come over the day after tomorrow, and if we can't find out the result by then, let's go back and discuss later."

"Okay." Xiangong Ling Gu replied, without looking at him, she entered the room and closed the door.

"...What's the matter?" Ying Zihuai was a little puzzled.

Xiangong Ling closed his eyes, and after a long time, the picture twirled, and he seemed to see the woman in front of him again, as if his forgetting was in vain, as if she had never left.

Xiangong Ling took out the sachet, held it in front of her eyes and twisted it to her hand, she seemed to be able to hear the rambling voice of the little boy Luo Liba, if it was more vivid, it would cover up many unnecessary unreality in an instant.

His eyes softened a little, and for the first time he took the initiative to send a message, he opened his mouth, but found that there was nothing to say:

"...Cultivate well."

As soon as the message was passed, Xiangong Ling realized what she had said, and felt a little regretful:

If it's unnecessary, even if he doesn't say anything, the disciple will practice hard and mention it.

Xian Gongling sat up, straightened her clothes, straightened her back and went to practice hard.

In the cave of Juling Pond, Yuelixian Yinqi was completing a round of turnover. He opened his eyes, his eyes were like cold stars but there was no wave, but in just a few days, he still had a bit of sophisticated attitude, and his breath seemed to settle down again. Many, and the eyebrows and eyes have grown a little longer.

He slowly suppressed the spiritual breath, and was about to re-immerse it for another round, but when he got a message, Yue Lixian was a little confused, so he opened it anyway.

He waited for a while, but he didn't hear any sound. Just when he thought it was a wrong transmission and was about to brush it away, he heard an all-too-familiar voice passing through the air.

"...Cultivate well."

It was so sudden.

Yue Lixian seemed to be hit by an unknown thing suddenly, he was surprised and happy, and he was willing to come a few more times, the kind that it doesn't matter if it scares you.

He just now realized what the big gap before this was, probably because the master's words came to his lips but he didn't know what to say. The instruction of 'practice hard' probably brought some nervousness at a loss.

He couldn't help laughing, and laughed in a muffled voice. He didn't answer the message until he could control his emotions.

"I would like to obey my master's order. As the old saying goes: 'A day without seeing you is like three autumns'. I am missed by the master, and I am looking forward to the time when I will be relieved of my lovesickness."

【Are you disgusting? 】

Yue Lixian is in the midst of happiness, turning a deaf ear to it.

If Gong Lixian had a real body, he would definitely be sore for a while, he endured it, diverted his attention and compromised:

【...Start with the left hand first, try. 】

Yue Lixian gradually collected his expression, and then responded cooperatively.

He concentrated a little bit. At this time, his consciousness seemed to be split into two. His cognition was still clear, but there was a vague layer of dream and illusion in it.

The left eye was gradually stained with rose-purple ink, I saw that the left hand was raised, the thumb was rubbing the lower knuckles, the corners of his lips were slightly curled up, and he actually made a sound:

"It's better than I imagined. You can still restrain me in this situation. It's really you."

In an instant, the eyes were covered with paint again, Yue Lixian withdrew his hand, and said coldly:

"If you seek food from a tiger, how dare you not know it."

Xiangong Ling gathered his breath just before dawn, and when he saw some news, he searched without much thought.

After listening quietly, he dismissed the message with a flick of his sleeve:

Pushing the nose on the face, saying that it is cultivation is cultivation, who said that you miss it?

Xiangong Ling felt inexplicably annoyed, and a little embarrassed, and said to himself: Whatever he interprets, it's none of his business anyway.

He straightened up again, feeling something different, and then opened the door to go out.

It was still pitch black outside, Xian Gong Ling walked out of the courtyard without haste, but saw the old man whom he had seen yesterday, sitting quietly on the stone steps, his brown skirt was under the sky What's more, the white hair was covered with fog and frozen, and I don't know how long I sat there.

Sensing that someone is approaching, it seems that it is very difficult to open the eyes because there is still a layer of ice on the eyelashes.

Xiangongling didn't intend to stand by and watch, he made a formula to help it dry, and when the warm wind blows, Xiangongling will go with the wind.

"...Can the priest listen to me?"

The old man opened his mouth suddenly, because of the cold, his words were trembling.Hearing this, Xiangong Ling stopped and looked at him quietly.

After one night, the old man's cloudy eyes seemed to have direction. He moved his chapped and purple lips tremblingly, and finally spit out another sentence:

"When the Taoist priest was young, did he ever prefer Puluojin and straw weaving?"

Xiangong Ling's eyes froze slightly.

Puluojin is a kind of vine plant. The flowers it bears are delicate and exquisite. When it blooms, there are many kinds of trees. There are many trees in the Yuling tribe. Every time a certain season, many Puluojin will climb to the trunk and compete with each other. Gorgeous, extremely lush and beautiful.

Puluojin's vines are very strong, and at that time, Xiangongling likes to climb up the tree along the vines, and can climb to a height that he can't reach normally.

As for straw weaving, Xiangong Ling hated it very much when he was a child, because it was something that the elders and children of the clan often made fun of him, whether it was teasing during the day, or playing at night for some unknown reason, from time to time a grasshopper would get into his bed , would frighten him to the point of haggard, very impressive.

Who is this person?

Jing looked at the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the old man could clearly feel it. He leaned on his crutches and stood up slowly:

"The little Taoist would like to take a step to speak, and then listen to the old man?"

Xiangong Ling sacrificed a piece of lone walking log, and waited for the old man to sit on it safely, then slowly raised it up.

"Where are you going?" Xiangong Ling asked.

"The Taoist priest knows the place where the old man lives, so that place is good."

Xiangong Ling remembered that place, so she took him to the formation that he hadn't been close to.

The old man walked among them, Xiangong Ling also followed, and saw that the old man went straight into the formation within a few steps, Xiangong Ling saw a path among the lush trees emerging from it, thinking that it was over, but finally heard the old man A "follow up".

The old man's steps were not fast, but his steps were extremely compact. He didn't follow the path, but went to the deep bushes.

He raised his crutches and tapped three times in the air, and broke through a dense bush. At this time, a muddy dirt road that seemed to exist and not existed narrowly meandered forward.

Walking along this path, I saw an unremarkable dilapidated thatched cottage with a tree falling down. Xian Gongling looked around and realized that this place no longer belonged to Meijiezhuang.

The old man took a few steps forward, threw his crutches and turned around. He lowered his head and staggered, his lips moved:

"Little Lord."