The news of Li Xiu's dying swept across the Tang Dynasty like a storm. Sanshengzhai, as a holy place for medical science, naturally received the news, so Chu Heng estimated the other party's journey and had been waiting at the gate of the mountain these days.

Mo Qinghuan knew this face, or she knew everyone Li Xiu had come into contact with during this period.

"I listen to the saint of Xuelou Mo Qinghuan, if you have something to do, please see Lord Cao Saint."

She stood under the cottage and spoke.

Unlike Xiaonan Bridge, the Tang Dynasty is a good time for spring to bloom, especially in a vibrant place like Sanshengzhai. Along the way, the flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields were chaotic.

This is beautiful.

If it is drunk in the spring breeze, it will definitely find a red and blue place to float white. Su Sheng laughed happily at the evening party and drew the flowers all over the mountain onto the paper.

Even the most common passers-by will look sideways and watch.

This is pleasing to the eye.

But Yang Buding was not interested, Mo Qinghuan was anxious, and the scenery on the mountain was no longer important.

"I wonder what the Saint came here this time?"

Chu Heng looked her up and down, with a joke on her face, feeling that she was worthy of being the saint of Tingxuelo, and her appearance was better than that of the junior sister.

Mo Qinghuan ignored him and said again: "Listen to the Saint of Snow Tower Mo Qinghuan, please see Lord Cao Saint."

Her voice was cold, but the anxiety in her tone could not be concealed.

Chu Heng reached out and dusted the dust on his pants, looked up at her, and said lightly: "Li Xiu is dying, the whole country is busy, and it makes sense, but you, Mo Qinghuan, want to save him, which makes no sense."

Yang Buding held the sword and kept silent.

Mo Qinghuan's eyes finally fell on his face, with cold eyes.

Chu Heng didn't care and continued, "As we all know, the saint of Tingxue Tower is also qualified to inherit the position of the owner of the building. There is only one Li Xiu in front of you. If he dies, Tingxue Tower will be yours."

Chu Heng stood up from the ground, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stared at her face.

This sounds very reasonable.

Mo Qinghuan's eyes changed slightly, and what she longed for the most for countless days and nights was that seat.

Anything else tastes nothing compared to it.

Chu Heng's mouth gradually rose, and the sarcasm in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The spring breeze blew Yang Buding on the hair hanging on his forehead with the fragrance of flowers. He turned his body, and glanced at Mo Qinghuan with a little bit of ice cold

Rising under your feet.

But that was Li Xiu.

Compared to this, that seat is no longer so important.

"If you block the road here just to say nonsense, please get out of the way."

Mo Qinghuan said.

It seems that she chose to refuse.

The smile on Chu Heng's face did not disappear. He took a few steps to one side, leaned back, and gave out the gate of the cottage.

Mo Qinghuan took a step forward.

Chu Heng made a voice again: "Master, he is not in the cottage, he left half a month ago."

The news of Li Xiu's death spread throughout the Tang Dynasty a month ago. The Cao Sheng left half a month ago. Why is that?

If it is placed on others, it will definitely be considered that Li Xiu lost half of the resources offered by the imperial court to Sanshengzhai, which angered him.

But this is impossible because he is the Saint of Grass.

The Saint of Grass has a broad mind and is extremely open and upright in both being a human being and doing things.

So I won't deliberately refuse to save you.

Mo Qinghuan fell silent and felt that the spring day and the fragrance of flowers were very annoying.

Yang Buding pulled out the sword in his arms, and the coldness under his feet swept forward into the grass cottage. He looked at Chu Heng and said in a cold tone: "If I kill you with one sword, I wonder if the Cao Saint will appear?"

It is not a good thing for anyone who is pointed at by a nineteenth person on the grass yellow paper.

Especially the frost on the ground had spread to his feet.

That would be even more uncomfortable.

But there was no fear or fear on Chu Heng's face.

He just looked at Mo Qinghuan, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

......

Mo Qinghuan reached out to stop Yang Buding and asked, "What do you want?"

The wind and clouds in the sky are gradually changing. In addition to the grass growing and the birds flying, there is also spring rain in spring. Only this moment makes Chang'an and Jiangnan hazy.

The spring breeze blew up from the bottom of the mountain, sweeping over the dust on the black and white stone surfaces. Many petals fell on the stone surfaces as they rose, and then turned into light smoke and floated quietly with the dust.

The yell of the Ten Year Festival sounded in the snow field. The huge black altar seemed to be the intersection leading to Jiuyou, making the endless white snow look even colder.

A touch of playfulness appeared on Chu Heng's face.

"The saint of Xuelou is the beautiful world. I want to see if I take off my clothes, can I still be the same as before.

Clear and beautiful?"

He teased, with his arms around his chest, leaning against the pillars of the cottage gate, and raising his eyebrows.

Yang Buding took a step forward, and the roots of flowers and plants within a radius of several feet were broken, flying in front of him like willow catkins, messing up the circle in front of him.

Chu Heng's eyes shone with the flowers and plants, staring at Mo Qinghuan.

There is a fragrance of grass around it and penetrates your nose.

Mo Qinghuan didn't say anything, and the petals of flowers and plants fell on her head and hung on the ink-like hair hanging on both sides.

Time passes every minute and every second.

The sun set halfway into the mountain, and the spring rain that had been brewing for a long time did not fall.

Then she placed her hand on the collar of her clothes and unbuttoned a button.

Yang Buding reached out and pressed her arm.

Chu Heng sighed, the smile and teasing on his face disappeared, and he whispered: "It's so boring."

He shook his head, took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it out.

Yang Buding reached out to take it.

Mo Qinghuan looked at him with a cold face.

"This is the medicine given by the master. Li Xiu is carrying a demon seed. That's not a disease, so it cannot be cured. This medicine can only be suppressed for a period of time."

Chu Heng explained.

The two did not move.

Chu Heng's raised eyebrows gradually fell down: "What? Do you think I really want to see your body?"

He sneered.

"I just don't want anyone to break my master's signature."

After saying that, Chu Heng turned around and walked into the cottage.

Yang Buding looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, opened the lid and looked at it, knowing that this was the holy medicine of Sanshengzhai.

So he nodded.

Mo Qinghuan looked up at the word "花" and turned around and walked down the mountain without stopping.

As we walked, we watched the spring and the fragrance of flowers.

Pleasant to the eye!

......

After the two left, Chu Heng reappeared at the door of the tang cottage, standing on the black and white stone, not knowing what he had done. His hands were a little wet, and then he wiped his body casually, looking at the direction of Xiaonan Bridge.

An old man with gray hair appeared beside him, stretched out a hand and patted his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Second boy, you have given her Yi Tianxia."

Chu Heng snorted coldly, shook off the Cao Sheng's hand, and said disdainfully: "How can my prince of the Tang Dynasty die at the hands of outsiders?"
Chapter completed!