As soon as Qing Qing rushed over, he stopped and didn't know which person on both sides should be helped first.

Quietly, Qingqing's shoulder was suddenly patted lightly: Qianshan, whose eyes were dull, groped forward, touched Xia Lianggui's arm, raised her arms lightly, and lifted the skinny man to her Went on horseback.

Fortunately, several people dressed up tonight and walked to a remote inn. An Yu asked for a spacious room, and everyone huddled together and fell asleep. The next day Early in the morning, Qingqing came back early, but Yue Chuan and Liang Gui still ignored each other and just sat on both sides across the table.

Qingqing looked at Yue Chuan, then at Liang Gui, picked up the bowl, and silently sat at the head of the table between the two of them.

"The little fox with crooked arms!"

"The little traitor who leaked the news!"

The two of them were thinking silently, and a group of people lowered their heads to pick up the rice in their bowls. Seeing that Qianshan was the only one sitting quietly, Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but ask: "Sir, do you have no appetite?"

Qian Shan sat at the table, with a smile on her lips and her cloudy eyes looking into the distance.

Liang Gui, who was sitting next to Qian Shan, felt a little ominous. He stretched out his hand to support Qian Shan's back, but was unable to stop the white-haired female gentleman from suddenly falling backwards.

How did everyone know that Mr. Qianshan, who had exhausted all her strength all night just to sing the song "Soul Crossing", had just burned her whole life's skills in the fire. She had used the magic secrets to teach Nanlin's two children to adults. , is nothing more than a page of music lost by a decadent scholar who lived in seclusion in Sangju after being drunk.

Finally, at the cost of the Nanlin Center being reduced to ruins, Mo Lingfeng's lost "Fan Ya Ji" was recovered, and a song "Zhengpian·Duhun" was recovered.

There are still five days left before the "Bayin Festival" begins.

Xia Lianggui packed up the few valuable bottles and jars left in the collapsed tavern and went without saying a word. Before leaving, he only left Qing Qing with one sentence:

"The last time I saw Master Linghu was on the night of Nanxiao's birthday."

Fortunately, it rained in the middle of the night last night. I walked through the bumpy ruins of smoke and dirt, and the muddy dilapidated streets stained the hem of Qingqing's bright orange skirt. Ruixinta spent the most unforgettable time in the night.

During the sleepless night, there was actually a flower-headed woman leaning on a collapsed wooden beam, letting fleas and crawlers get entangled in her long, shiny hair.

The four of them waded through the muddy water, and Mr. Qianshan lay quietly on Kong Yuechuan's back like a sleeping child. When they walked to a guest house slightly closer to Nanfu, Yuechuan squatted down and leaned against the wall.

The old man next to me asked: "Old man, where did everyone in Nanfu go last night?"

The old man was chewing grass alone and raised his wrinkled eyelids: "I can't find my cows wherever they go; I can't even care where the people from Nanfu go!"

Helpless, Yue Chuan picked up Qian Shan and stood up again.

Just as he was about to leave, the old man suddenly shook his head: "The old guys who couldn't run out last night are buried in a pit in the woods - young master and ladies, hurry up! There will be no place if you are late."

Hearing this, Yue Chuan looked at An Yu and Qing Qing looked at Ling Feng, wondering what to do. As if he had made up his mind, Yue Chuan suddenly took a step forward, took a breath and walked towards the back of the forest. The other three saw

Without saying anything, they followed one after another.

It was only when they reached the pit that Qingqing couldn't help but stand on the edge, trying desperately to suppress the sound of his rapidly accelerating heartbeat. Mo Lingfeng had just poked half of his head out, and yelled "Wow!" and shrank behind the three of them.

Qingqing couldn't help but stare at the bottom of the pit again: the scattered bones were silent, and the remaining almost intact wooden jade bracelets were whispering for their owners. After experiencing the sun and rain in the open air, some broken limbs

The arms have become integrated with the soil and tree roots; only some new "guests" are left, staring dryly and opening their mouths to welcome the gentle rain from heaven, to listen to their unwillingness to be listened to by no one during their lifetime.

Mr. Qian Shan lowered his arms on Yue Chuan's chest, as light as a wisp of fine feathers. Just a forest wind could transport this body to another world.

When he was still building Rongshan, Qingqing once heard Ziqin say that the word "sir" must bear the responsibilities of "the master is the first and the teacher is the teacher". Among the four gentlemen in the world today, one from Nanlin

Now, I have to lie in this sinkhole filled with endless memories. Thousands of bodies and souls in the sinkhole have gone away, leaving only empty shells here, which can be regarded as companions with the ancient trees and old vultures.

Qingqing still remembers the words in "Crossing the Soul": Nowhere to cross the Soul River.

There is no end to my heart, and the afterlife is everywhere. Qingqing tied up her hands and closed her eyes: May the shooting stars always accompany you, and the clear peaches still smell fragrant.

Thinking of this, Qingqing suddenly remembered that there were also three gentlemen in West Lake? Mr. Ruo Dongruo who stabbed with the poisonous sword, Mr. Luo Yaluo who rescued him in the valley... There seems to be one missing person among "Mi Yu's three-day guest".

Qingqing walked quietly behind Ling Feng and whispered: "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Lingfeng was suddenly frightened, jumped up suddenly, covered his heart and said, "It's not me!"

"What if he's not a master?"
Chapter completed!