The sweetness of love is that it will burn your reason.
So when Ning Yan sat in the Tianyi Water Pavilion, her mind was a little clearer.
Then he was shocked.
"What should we do?
Qingluan and the others are still camped in the suburbs of Beijing."
The man in white sitting on the other side of the round table smiled while making tea: "I finally remembered, it's not too late."
Ning Yan relaxed a little and glared at him: "It's not someone's fault."
Gu Mingxuan shook his head: "Qingluan has been with you for a long time.
Needless to say, she is loyal.
It's time to let her take charge.
I have asked Luo Hua to send a message to her.
The rest depends on how far she can go."
"Qingluan is straightforward and naive, I'm afraid."
"Have a taste."
He brought a cup of freshly brewed tea and placed it in front of her.
"As a superior, you must not only know people, but also use them.
Don't always think about protecting her under your wings. , but let her also have the wings to fly to the nine heavens.
There are many things that you don’t have to do in person, and you have to deal with every detail, isn’t it tiring?”
He held the white porcelain blue and white cup and smelled it carefully under his nose, then took a sip.
While talking, there was movement outside the water pavilion.
Lu Li's voice came from outside the door: "Mountain Master, Lord Commander, Qingluan has returned."
Gu Mingxuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then said slowly: "Let her go down and rest today."
Ning Yan held the cup of tea and did not drink it.
She just turned it around in her hands.
After thinking for a while, he wondered: "Did you know that Yun Xiu was back?"
"Yes."
He nodded, raised his head and asked her, "Do you still remember the legend we heard in Xiliang?"
"Legend" She held her chin in one hand and flicked the flickering lights on the table with the other.
After thinking for a long time, I finally remembered: "Is it the one who talks about the high priest of Xiliang?"
The man opposite smiled, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
The Xiliang witch people believe in the witch god, the red ghost returning to the sun, and the passion flower to summon spirits.
After the death of the previous high priest, there will be a very grand sacrifice to choose the new high priest.
The dead were buried in Luojia Mountain, and their bodies were soaked in a blood pool formed by the blood of five hundred people to preserve their beauty forever.
It is said that the passion flower is the flower that bloomed in the blood pool.
According to legend, every five hundred years, the son of the witch god will wake up in Luojia Mountain, come to the world, and overturn the world.
"It's unknown what happened five hundred years ago, but now it seems that this legend is about to come true."
He sneered.
"Perhaps Yun Xiu is the son of the awakened witch god" "It's just a guess, but Yun Xiu is not here just for revenge.
And you, Aning, you did nothing wrong back then, so there is no need to give in every step.
You have what you should do, understand?"
He touched again habitually He touched her soft black hair.
Ning Yan nodded, but her eyes were already a little blurry.
"Axuan, I'm sleepy."
Gu Mingxuan smiled helplessly and said, "Come here."
Ning Yan staggered over to him and sat on his lap, hugging his neck tightly.
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Gu Mingxuan pressed a kiss on her eyebrows and said softly: "Go to sleep."
Then he covered her with the heavy blanket on his knees, his eyes full of tenderness.
A lamp is like a bean, illuminating a pair of lovers clinging to each other and warming the world.
But outside Suiye Xuan in the wind and snow, the two people on Jinghu Lake were at war with each other.
One person is dressed in red like fire, and his hair is as dark as black hair fluttering in the wind, adding a poignant beauty.
The man opposite him was dressed in black, and his handsome face was completely different from the cynicism of the past.
Both of them were lucky enough to stand on the waves.
With so much energy, not a single snowflake fell on him.
"What are you doing?
Do you really want to disturb the mountain master and make him angry?
Huo Ying, Luo Hua, come back quickly."
The baby-faced man in green next to Jing Lake said angrily.
"Lord Lu Li."
A faint voice suddenly came from behind him.
Lu Li was startled and secretly cursed himself for being careless.
He was really sorry for the name Gui Lan Qisha, but he didn't even notice when he walked behind him.
He turned around and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Sister Qingluan.
What's wrong?
This scene is too bloody and not suitable for girls to watch.
It's better to go back and rest quickly."
He opened the folding fan and blocked Qingluan's eyes.
Qingluan raised his hand to push away the fan and asked blankly: "Does Luo Hua like the princess?"
Her face was a little pale, not sure whether it was because of the cold weather or because she suddenly learned the truth.
Lu Li touched his nose and said, "Actually, sister Qingluan, you don't have to be sad.
Your master is the mountain master.
You can still like Luo Hua."
A smile appeared on Qingluan's pale face, then he slowly turned around and walked away.
The figure was thin and weak, drifting like a helpless soul, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Lu Li shook his head and sighed, some were happy and some were sad.
The word love always harms others and yourself.
It's better for you.
You can come and go freely without being tied down.
Somehow, on the way back, Lu Li suddenly remembered a little nun he had met.
At that time, he had just left the army and had not yet joined Guilan Mountain.
He was floating in the rivers and lakes alone.
Before meeting Ning Yan, he met a little nun.
In the spring of March, the horse is beaten and the whip is raised.
In Yangzhou city, I met a beauty for the first time.
It was just an old-fashioned story about a hero saving a beauty, but it always stayed in his heart and was unforgettable.
He had never seen such a young nun who was so fresh and fresh.
Perhaps, having been with the ancient Buddha with a green lantern for too long, it has an aura that is not stained by dust, making people forget about the secular world.
The little nun didn't know much about the world and regarded him as a good person.
But before that, he didn't understand what good and bad looked like.
What is good and what is bad?
When he was hungry and full and beaten all over, he never thought about being a good person.
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Even after he learned kung fu and became accustomed to wandering alone, he saw the world and people's hearts.
He even disdains being a good person.
But that day, he, who always mind his own business, unexpectedly saved her by some strange combination of circumstances.
When we parted, the nun gave him a string of Buddhist beads, which he always wore.
But that was it, he never saw her again after that.
The ancient nunnery is a world away from home, and many fates are so short-lived that they just pass by.
Standing under a white plum tree, snowflakes fell all over his body bit by bit, but he fanned unconsciously, his eyes full of loneliness.
A "buzz" sound came from above his head, and Lu Li was suddenly pulled back from his thoughts.
It was the sound of shattering tiles.
"Who's up there?"
He shouted with his eyes fixed, then folded his folding fan and jumped onto the roof.
I saw a purple shadow passing by not far away, and several leaps had already crossed the mirror lake and approached Tianyi Water Pavilion.
He followed closely, and Luo Hua and Huo Ying jumped onto the roof at the same time halfway, chasing the man in purple.
The man's figure was erratic and his steps were strange.
With a few quick steps, he left Lu Li and others behind.
The wind and snow were rustling, and another strong wind blew by, causing snowflakes to fly all over the sky.
The man only swayed and disappeared on the roof.
"It's gone."
Huo Ying stopped.
Her light skills were better than Luo Hua's, so she broke away from the battle and rushed over as soon as she heard the noise.
Luo Hua, who came next, snorted coldly: "This person's martial arts is unusual, not as good as the ordinary Central Plains Kung Fu."
Lu Li was already far away, but he just arrived and looked at the direction with a frown.
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