It was dark, and there were thunderstorms.
Jing Yi sat under the candlelight, flipped through the medical skills, and thought about how to cure Ning Xiao's injury.
Daotong knocked on the door lightly and called out: "Master Lingsu, Daoist please heal one person."
"Brother Sect Leader?" Jing Yi put down her book, stood up with her clothes on, and opened the door.
The woman was expressionless, standing under the eaves, her face was pale, and a flash of lightning struck her, making her ghostly.
At first glance, Jingyi thought it was a ghost, "I don't treat people to death."
Daotong looked embarrassed and rubbed his hands, "Peak Lord, this is the deacon of the Mo Menming Ghost Hall."
Ming ghost hall
Jing Yi glanced at Xun Chang with a smile, and jokingly said, "So it's King Xun Yan, please come in."
Xun Chang walked in the door expressionlessly with a smile on his face.
Jing Yi leaned against the door, and suddenly asked Tong: "Did she come alone?"
Daotong lowered his eyes, "There is one more person."
Jing Yi thought clearly, guessed roughly what happened, closed the door to hide the wind and rain, turned around and walked to the table, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
Without saying a word, Xun Changxiao took off her black coat, and a hideous black wound lay across her shoulder.
Jingyi held up the lamp and took a closer look.
The black clothes and snow skin contrasted a strange sense of beauty, but it was a pity that the bloody scars ruined the sense of beauty.
Jing Yi said: "It's caused by the devil's energy, it's not easy to cure, and your Momen also entered the monster?"
Xun Chang smiled and nodded, touching the wound, slightly black blood oozes out.
Jingyi sighed, "Just say it, don't move, it's even more difficult to heal the wound."
Xun Chang smiled and said, "Yes."
Jing Yi dispelled the devilish energy for her, but couldn't keep her mouth shut, and couldn't help pulling her to ask about the Momen.
But Xun Changxiao's expressive ability is worrying, and he tries to condense each sentence to less than four characters.
Jingyi asked, "What happened to Momen?"
"There is a demon."
"Of course I know there is a demon. It hurt you? Did you catch it? Is the giant injured? How is the situation now?"
"not good."
"..."
Jingyi sighed, and after asking for so long, she still couldn't find out what happened. She glanced at the wound and saw that the wound hadn't healed yet, but at least it wasn't as grim as before, "I'm here today, this wound will take a long time to heal, so you should stay here for now."
Xun Changxiao lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, his hands on the table were slightly clenched.
Jing Yi said: "You haven't put on your clothes yet? Do you want me to help you?"
Xun Chang smiled when he heard this, raised his hand to fasten his belt, and when he moved his hand, blood gushed out from the wound again. She didn't seem to know the pain, and there was still no expression on her face.
"Hey, don't!" The benevolent doctor Jingyi quickly stopped her, "Forget it, let me fix it for you."
Like many doctors, when she sees a patient who likes to hurt herself, she can't help but babble, "Why don't you know pain at all? If this goes on like this, I won't be able to cure it even after ten thousand years of treatment. For the sake of Senior Brother Men, I will not treat people like you, anyway, even if you are cured today, something may happen and you will die tomorrow."
Jingyi squatted down, tied a flower knot, and concluded: "People who don't know how to cherish life are not worthy of being treated hard."
Xun Changxiao glanced at her lightly, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what emotion was hidden.
There was a time when Jingyi was in love with an elder of the Mo sect, and he often heard him whispering Xun Changxiao behind his back, saying, "It is better to go through the gate of hell than to see King Xun Yan", so he became very interested in this person and asked, "I heard people say You were pretty cute when you were young, why do you keep a straight face when you grow up? Your name is Chang Xiao, why don't you smile?"
Xun Chang smiled and lowered his head, still silent.
Jing Yi pouted and complained: "I am your savior, is this your attitude towards your benefactor?"
Xun Changxiao finally uttered the only sentence longer than four words, "I don't have any senior brother."
She raised her head and looked out the window.
Outside the window, it was pouring rain at night, dripping non-stop.
The disciples of the Mo Sect are always dressed in black, seeming to be one with the night, bearing a heavy fate.
However, He Qing always wears a blue shirt, with a warm smile, like the sun hanging in the blue sky.
He is the most talented disciple of the Mo Sect for thousands of years. He is unmatched in the art of Yanjia.
Everyone thought that he would take over the position of the giant, revitalize Momen, and become the most dazzling star in the sky, illuminating the dark night of Xiancheng.
When Xun Changxiao was young, he also thought, it's no big deal with the big brother around.
But she was wrong, the high sun will perish one day, the young man who bears all the hopes, responsibilities, and pride is buried in Shiling, and there is no bones left... Xiancheng has been dead for a long time.
Although he knew it wasn't Huai Bai's fault, after so many years, Xun Changxiao still couldn't let go.
Can't forgive Gushan, can't forgive Huaibai.
Unexpectedly, after going round and round, she would finally seek shelter from Gushan. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a mocking look on her face.
In the early morning of the next day, the clouds opened and the rain stopped, and the warm sun penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the lonely mountain.
The leaves are lush, the grass is green, and the sky is clear and clear, like a clean lake.
Peiyu was still practicing in Wujianping, and the sharp light of the sword flashed like a thunderbolt, startling a few birds.
The old tree stretched out two branches to catch the fallen leaves, trying in vain to get back all the lost hair, so that the baldness would come later.
"Sister Yu!" Yu Chisu ran excitedly and waved at her.
Peiyu put the knife back into its sheath and asked, "What's the matter?"
Yu Chisu's face was blushing, his eyes sparkled, "Are you going to form a bond with Xianchang Huaibo?"
Peiyu was startled, and said incredulously, "What did you say?"
Yu Chisu scratched her head, "Huh? Don't you know? Don't tell me it's not with you... bah bah bah." She quickly covered her mouth.
Peiyu frowned and asked, "What happened? What kind of contract? Who did you listen to?"
Yu Chisu stared round his eyes, "Jianzun said, he asked the disciples of Baidai Peak, in the mortal world, what kind of dowry should an old and weak widow prepare for remarrying, so as not to be rejected by her husband's family."
Peiyu was puzzled, "An old and weak widow? What does this have to do with my master?"
Yu Chisu heaved a long sigh, "We don't want to think of the fairy head, but there are so many people in Gushan, and she is the only one who has made a contract."
Peiyu still doesn't believe it, the master is as beautiful as a flower, and his swordsmanship is superb, it is very different from being old and weak. What's more, she is still alive, how can Master be considered a widow
Yu Chisu's face was tense, "Oh no, if you really plan to form a bond with you, how could you not know?"
She looked at Peiyu with burning eyes, "Sister Yu, go and ask the fairy!"
Peiyu grasped Wushuang, ready to continue practicing the saber.
Yu Chisu continued: "You don't want to know, is Immortal Huaibai willing to form a contract with you?"
Peiyu paused, slowly released Wushuang, and walked towards Feiyu Peak.
Yu Chisu hurriedly held her back, "Don't go like this!"
Peiyu looked back, frowning slightly.
Yu Chisu stared at her face that was still clean and beautiful without makeup for a while, and said, "As the saying goes, a woman is the one who pleases herself. For such a formal matter, Sister Yu, aren't you going to dress up?"
Pei Yu froze for a moment.
Yu Chisu asked again: "Do you know how to dress up?"
Peiyu showed a look of embarrassment.
Yu Chisu laughed, clapped her hands, and led her down the hill, "I'll take you to buy new clothes and get dressed."
It happened that she had wanted to see Peiyu with makeup for a long time. Facing a cold jade statue, who wouldn't want to paint her lips with red makeup and see her shy cheeks and vivid eyes.
Take a trip to the Yibao Pavilion and pack everything with Peiyu, it's already evening.
Yu Chisu took Peiyu and told her for a long while, and then let her go when the moon was on the top of the willows, while he hid aside and observed secretly.
Peiyu dragged her long skirt to the floor, and her movements were stiff.
This shark gauze dress was more gorgeous than all her previous clothes, and the dark patterns embroidered with silver silk shone in the moonlight.
She obeyed Yu Chisu's words and asked Huaibai to meet at Time Lake. After waiting for a long time, I saw Huai Bai hurriedly coming from the mountain road.
The girl stood under the moon, her cheeks were glowing, her eyes were full of water, and she swayed gently with one step pinned to her bun.
Huai Bo was startled, his eyes wandering.
Peiyu was overjoyed, she curled her lips lightly, and called softly, "Master."
The smile is very shy, like a shy lotus.
She took a step forward, her long skirt shone with silver light, catching the light of the bright moon.
Huai Bo said, "Peiyu, did you pull out all the hair on Yinping's body to make this dress?"
Peiyu froze in place.
Huai Bo sighed, "Even if you two are at odds, don't do it so badly. Anyway, she has been in Shouxian Peak for so many years. How can she be a bird when she is naked in the future?"
Peiyu opened her lips, "This is not her hair."
With the speed of silver screen hair loss, baldness is a matter of time, why should she do it
Huai Bosong breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Why is your face so red? Are you having a fever?"
Peiyu shook her head.
Huai Bai seemed to understand something, looked at the girl's moist and bright red lips, smiled and said: "I see, did you go down the mountain and eat hot pot?"
Peiyu lowered her eyes aggrievedly, "I didn't."
Huai Bo shook his head and laughed, "It's not okay to be so greedy."
Peiyu bit her lip, the rouge faded away, her red lips were bright, "I don't."
Huai Bo smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you're not gluttonous, what's the point of calling me here?"
Peiyu said in a muffled voice, "I just want to see you."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Yu Chisu gesturing towards her under the willow tree, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Master wants to form a bond with someone?"
Huai Bo was stunned, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and murmured: "Is there such a thing?"
Peiyu lowered her head, her heart was beating like a beating, she didn't notice her abnormality, she mustered up her courage, and asked softly: "Master... who do you want to form a bond with?"
Huai Bai's expression was dull, and he blinked, "Or, guess?"
Peiyu pinched the corner of her clothes, her palms were covered with sweat, "Is that person male or female?"
Huai Bo didn't even think about it, "Of course it's a man."
Peiyu swayed, her face was pale, and she couldn't believe it: "Male?"
Huai Bo nodded and straightened his chest, "Of course, am I not a woman?"
Peiyu raised her head, stared at her for a long time, then suddenly pulled out her head and swayed it on her neck, asking coldly, "Who are you?"
"Huaibo" widened his eyes, "I, I..."
The sharp hairpin goes a step further.
He quickly took off the ghost mask, raised his hand and said, "Junior Junior Sister, it's me, it's me! Don't do anything."
Peiyu looked at Zhao Jianyi, thinking that he would listen to all the words just now, she was ashamed and angry, with tears in her eyes, wishing she could bury her head in the soil.
Zhao Jianyi didn't realize it, looked at the little junior sister, and belatedly realized that she was a little different tonight.
Her long, smooth hair was draped behind her, her cheeks were flushed, and she was unparalleled in beauty.
He said: "Junior Sister, you look so good tonight." Then he paused and asked curiously: "How do you know I'm a fake? It's the first time I've been pretending to be a master for so many years and I've missed it? Could it be..."
He recalled the conversation just now, paused, and asked palely: "Couldn't Master be a woman?!"