They were a pair of shallow and extremely light eyes.

It is like the fog hanging at both ends of the waterfall, and it is like the sparks floating in the middle of winter night.

He looked sideways and frowned at the crazy walking corpse and the fainting girl.

Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the vicious corpse with some uncertainty.

The candlelight faded and there was silence.

After a moment, the boy stood up and looked at the broken pile of rotten meat on the ground. He concluded: "It's really weak."

Then he looked at the dying girl, and he frowned. The previous scenes appeared like a flash of lights. He felt a little ache in his head, as if he was looking at a difficult problem. Then he raised his index finger and fell between her eyebrows.

The finger was still bloody and a little dirty, but it didn't tremble at all.

...

The autumn wind comes gently, the moon rises in the east, the silver light shines on the hills, and the towering palaces are covered with snow and frost.

When he arrived at the gate of the hall, the people outside had already fled.

He looked at his hands that were gradually retreating, his eyebrows were slightly locked, his lips trembled, and he murmured in a low voice:

"Ning...long?"

Is there really someone with the same name and surname in this world?

Or...this is my name?

He picked up the copper coin on the threshold and gently pinched it, looking through the hollow of the copper coin.

The autumn leaves sway, and the bright moon sways through the night fog.

Between the bright moon, he seemed to see an illusory Taoist temple, and many fragments of memories slowly mingled into his mind, but they were unable to piece them together for a while.

"Who am I... the hell?"

He stood quietly, the night wind blew the Taoist robe, like a bird flapping its wings, and had not returned in the night wind for a long time.

...

It was three days later that Ning Xiaoling woke up.

After the exorcist ritual, Ning Qinshui died. At dawn the next day, Song Bian dared to bring people to collect the body. He was shocked to find that the old Taoist had become a pile of rotten flesh and bones, but his two disciples seemed to be alive.

After all, the disaster survived, so he arranged for someone to send them back to the abandoned yard.

At this moment, the soup was boiled on the small stove, and the rich smell of medicine was gushing with a lot of white mist.

When Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes, she happened to see Ning Changjiu picking up the stove cover, staring at the boiling medicine inside, and frowning.

Ning Xiaoling looked around, there were red lacquered wooden beds, half-hanging curtains, and red lanterns hung between the ancient shelves of the tables.

"This is……"

She wanted to support her body, but she felt that her hands and feet were limp and she could not use any force at all. She felt like she was biting thousands of ants in her head. After thinking for a moment, she felt a headache.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and curled up a little tighter. She seemed to recall something. Her pupils shrank slightly, her body trembled, and her cold hands and feet were not warm at all.

She raised her head carefully and smelled the strong smell of medicine, and felt that it was not real without cutting it.

"Where is the master?" she asked softly.

Ning Changjiu said concisely: "Die."

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, and the evil spirits that poured into her body and heart-wrenching wailing sounds were still in her ears. She shuddered, opened her eyes suddenly, and tried her best to calmly say, "Then how did we survive?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe it's good luck."

Ning Xiaoling naturally didn't believe this statement, but she didn't ask. She always felt that the senior brother was so weird...

Ning Changjiu put the palm-leaf fan aside, poured the medicine into the bowl, and handed it over: "Okay, drink the medicine."

After Ning Xiaoling took the medicine, her body was slightly warm and she finally had some strength. When she recalled Ning Changjiu's method of pouring medicine just now, she always felt something was wrong.

"What kind of medicine is this?" she asked casually.

Ning Changjiu said: "I have seen it from Song Bian. No problem. It is something that can curb the cold and nourish the purple palace."

Ning Xiaoling said oh, put the empty medicine bowl on the wooden cabinet beside him, hid his hands back on the quilt, and his petite body shrank into a ball, like a little fox.

"Senior brother...thank you." She whispered.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What do you thank me?"

Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously: "You were in front of me at that time. I remember that you really... don't hold a grudge against you like I usually do."

Ning Changjiu said: "Actually... I seem to have forgotten a lot of things and remembered a lot of things."

Ning Xiaoling was stunned and asked, "What did you remember?"

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, his voice like the wind sinking into the bottom of the valley: "I remembered that Master killed me."

Ning Xiaoling frowned slightly. The scene of that night was like a nightmare in her memory. Ning Qinshui used the so-called "protective treasure talisman" to clearly want them to be scapegoats. I don't know what happened afterwards, but both of them survived.

How could the senior brother forget such unforgettable memories? Could it be that he was lucky to have a relationship with Ning Qinshui?

How could there be such a fool?

Ning Changjiu didn't continue talking. He shook his head and said, "You are so resting, I'll go out for a walk."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and said no.

The door of the house is wide open, and the cool breeze blows on your eyebrows and eyes. Soon, an autumn rain will fall on the courtyard, drizzling.

Ning Changjiu moved a chair, sat under the eaves, and looked at the autumn rain. In his eyes, the raindrops were countless silver-white threads that drooped down the sky.

He suddenly raised his hand and maintained it at a certain height without moving.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Ning Xiaoling was wearing a white single dress and saw this scene when she rolled out the curtains. She was slightly shocked, and she hugged her body and walked back silently to the room.

The next two days were particularly peaceful. Song Bian ordered people to send medicine and food on a daily basis. When they recovered from illness, they would give them a sum of silver and then give it to the imperial city.

Ning seemed to be injured for a long time, but Ning Xiaoling was not as simple as damaging her muscles and bones. Her meridians were a little swelling. If she had not been secretly practicing and protected by spiritual energy, she would definitely not be able to walk at this moment. The purple mansion she relied on for her cultivation was almost directly stirred up that night, and it would take a long time to recover.

At night, Ning Xiaoling lay on the bed as usual, and Ning carefully applied medicine to her shoulders and back.

Ning sat on the edge of the bed for a long time and packed the plaster.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly said, "When you recover from your injury, all the money you have hidden in your master will be divided. It is not easy for senior brother to take care of me, so you should take more."

Ning Changjiu said: "You take it all, I don't need it."

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and suddenly rubbed her temples: "My head hurts a little, I can't remember where to put it."

Ning Changjiu said: "The next stroke to the compass, the next stroke to the stove, the fifth beam on the left and the right, and the dark grid under the bed."

The oil lamp shook the fireworks, the girl lowered her head, the hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows and eyes, and she rubbed her arms without any expression.

Silence in pairs.

It was Ning Xiaoling who took the lead in breaking the calm: "Everyone blames me. Even though I know that the old guy is ill-behaved, I am still so uncautious. I should check that talisman."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "The most difficult thing to defend against is always the knife behind it."

Ning Xiaoling turned her head, opened her watery eyes and asked, "Senior brother will never harm me, right?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned and naturally said, "Of course not."

Ning Xiaoling nodded slightly, as if comforting herself: "Well, senior brother will never blame me, hurt me...but, but..."

Ning looked at her calmly for a long time, waiting for her to continue asking.

Ning Xiao[Biquge 5200 www.bqg5200.me] Ling suddenly raised her head, and the originally delicate and cute little face looked thin and pale at the moment. The girl's eyes flashed, alert and fearful. She opened her mouth and finally said the words that seemed to be frozen in her throat:

"But...who are you?"
Chapter completed!