The sun was shining brightly, and the warm wind slid over their cheeks.
"It's almost here, just bear with it." Ruan Siqiong closed his arms and comforted the person in his arms.
"... If I send you back like this, your master will be furious when he sees it, and blame me for not taking good care of the Xiling disciples..."
He whispered softly, seemingly serious, yet also teasing.
"...Your master hates me very much. When I see him later, you have to be fair. I didn't refuse to save the people from Li Santang..."
Qing Qiao didn't listen to anything, she looked at him in a daze, and suddenly remembered some mottled past events.
The crescent-colored shirt, thin and thin, is also elegant and elegant.
Someone once hugged her and laughed like this, talking nonsense
. For her, he tamed the divine horse of the Western Regions that appeared once in a hundred years, and searched the world for a few jokes for her.
In the end, he wanted to kill her because of an unwarranted crime.
I wanted to live a harmless life with my dream, but this reality always mocked me repeatedly.
The chest is hot as if it is on fire, but the heart is cold, like a spring in an autumn night, a puddle of coolness that penetrates the heart.
She gently closed her eyes.
Ruan Siqiong narrowed his eyes, and looked at the person in his arms without any trace.
The girl's body under the thin blouse was trembling, without warmth, and her faint body fragrance was like a small lotus in early summer.
On her thin white left wrist, there is a delicate silver bracelet, which jingles softly when the wind blows.
So he pursed his lips, and Qing Ling's gaze wiped away from the corners of his eyes.
After walking for a while, we have arrived in front of the Xiling faction.
The courtyard built against the mountain is very imposing, and there are several swordsmen in green standing outside the vermilion gate. When they saw Ruan Siqiong, they were startled for a moment, then saluted respectfully, and then opened the door.
Along the way, there were countless Xiling disciples paying attention to them, Ruan Siqiong was probably used to it, and he was calm when he turned a blind eye.
Entering Lisan hall, Qing Qiao was startled suddenly—someone leaked the news, all the other beautiful arhats in the hall were present, all of them looked solemn, except Wang Tianshan, who was usually afraid of chaos in the world.
"Where's the master?" The third senior sister took a step forward, her expression anxious, "Does the old man know about the injury of the little junior sister?"
"I know." It was Lu Huahua who answered, with a slow Baishui temper, tepid.
"Why don't you come out after you know?" The third senior sister stomped her feet, "Have you guys notified me yet? The one among the junior sisters is Lie Yan Zhan!"
"The notification is a notification..." Lu Huahua took a peek at Ruan Siqiong, with a troubled face, "But the master heard that Uncle Ruan was coming, so he has been busy picking out clothes in the back room..."
Ruan Siqiong's words reflected in Ruan Siqiong's ears, he just smiled, quietly and leisurely.
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"Hahaha—" Suddenly hearing three loud laughs, a middle-aged man walked out from the curtain in a dignified manner.
The light green robe is floating in the wind, the hair is tied behind the head, layered with lacquer charms, and the neckline is fluttered with brocade red peonies, which dazzles everyone's eyes. You can tell it has been carefully matched at a glance.
Everyone tacitly acted intoxicated and appreciative, only Ruan Siqiong did not lose his childlike heart, he winked at Xiao Qiao, slanted his right eyebrow, and was full of mockery.
"—Do you still know to come back?" Fortunately, Wang Tianshan only regarded him as transparent, and asked the people directly.
"I know my mistake!" The third senior sister fell to her knees with a plop, her face full of shame, "It's my apprentice who is incompetent and failed to protect my junior sister Zhou Quan, please master punish me!"
"Hmph!" Wang Tianshan snorted coldly, and turned to look at Xiao Qiao.
"—You got hurt again!" He frowned, his eyes sharp as a blade, "How should I explain to him?"
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way." Xiao Qiao laughed, she naturally knew who the "he" he was talking about, "...it will be fine after two days of rest."
"I'm afraid it won't work." Ruan Siqiong said suddenly, his voice was as clear as jade, "Hall Master Wang, your apprentice is Lie Yan Zhan, and you need to use Prajna Kungfu to heal half a month."
"What?!" Wang Tianshan slapped the table, almost bursting into anger, "Gan Xiaoqiao, you really have nothing to eat? It's really embarrassing for me to be cut back by the flames the first time I went down the mountain!"
"Master, don't be angry, it hurts your liver." Xiao Qiao covered her face with her hands, expressing extreme grievance, "Actually, purely in terms of martial arts, I am a genius, but it's a pity that God is jealous of talents..."
Seeing that Wang Tianshan was about to get angry again, Xiao Qiao hurriedly yelled: "Master, all grandpas come from grandsons, you have to give me time..."
Ruan Siqiong finally smiled, raised the corners of his mouth and said to Wang Tianshan: "I think Hall Master Wang should punish you later, your disciple's injury cannot be delayed, you need to be treated quickly."
There was a strange silence in the room.
"You, it's not that you don't know. Looking at the entire Xiling, besides Master and you, Ruan Siqiong, who else knows that Prajna Kung Fu?!"
After a while, Wang Tianshan finally spoke, but his face was red and his teeth were clenched.
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"Of course I know."
Ruan Siqiong smiled slightly, and the corners of his brows and lips were full of interest: "But it's against the rules to take your apprentice away directly. It's emotional and reasonable, so I still have to come and ask."
The implication is that I am here just to follow the reason and have nothing to do with you.
"You... Do whatever you want, as long as you can cure her."
Wang Tianshan waved his hand dejectedly, and more than half of his fighting spirit disappeared.
Ruan Siqiong nodded and smiled, with the smell of green grass and spring, he was a veritable son of heaven.
Such an indelible demeanor in heaven and earth, how can it be surpassed by the master's careful dressing
Everyone admired in their hearts.
"I'll take you to heal your injuries right now." After leaving the door, Ruan Siqiong bowed his head towards Xiao Qiao and smiled faintly.
Bearing his heaving and gentle chest, half a strand of hair slanted across her face. Xiao Qiao suddenly realized that she had actually stayed in his arms the whole time, never leaving even half a step away.
Perhaps from the very beginning, he was certain of all this.
She looked at him quietly.
There was a dark blue in his eyes, and his eyes were clear, like a gust of wind blown by the passing of birds in the morning.
"Uncle." She called him softly.
"What?" He turned his beautiful face sideways, with one side exquisite and the other dark.
"...I just want to say, please be sure to cure me." She looked solemn, and Da Yiling patted him on the shoulder, "The rest of my life depends entirely on you!"
——————————The dividing line of returning from the journey——————
Healing is a time-consuming process.
During the long exercise treatment, Gu Qingqiao finally fell into a deep sleep, and she had a dream in a daze.
She dreamed that she was in a huge, dark theater called "Time Through", and she was at a loss.
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"Let there be light!" The author's voice suddenly sounded.
So the stage was brightly lit, and the world traveled through had light from then on.
"There must be a beautiful boy!" Reader A's voice followed closely behind.
The stage shook for a while, and beside her were three handsome men, Duan Yu, Lu Zizheng, and Ruan Siqiong.
"There must be abuse!" Reader B expressed his opinion.
So Duan Yu pulled out the saber from his waist and poked it straight at her chest.
Puff.
She couldn't feel the pain, she just stared blankly at the inexplicably large hole in her body, and blood gushed out of the hole.
"What is this! It's not enough to abuse a female pig, but also a male pig!" Reader C was very dissatisfied.
So Duan Yu picked up the sword and stabbed himself in the stomach very helplessly.
"Stepmother, stepmother! The author is a stepmother!" Ding Wujigeng, a reader of "Ting Duan Pai", felt distressed and began to scream.
"I'll come too!"
The monstrous Lu Zizheng suddenly jumped out and held her wound, "I want to break the curse in girls' novels that all the characters who appear last are male supporting characters!"
"Ah, don't want 1-to-1, we want np!" Another group of readers shouted loudly.
"...This, np is not good." A bookseller suddenly appeared, with a troubled face, "Recently, the country has cracked down hard, and we want to follow the pure and obscure style. Please be sure to control the plot within the high-voltage line..."
All of a sudden, there was a lot of noise and noise in the theater.
"I rely on it!"
Gu Qingqiao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked the author away: "Fuck you! I want to wear it back, np=nperson, okay?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a line of blood suddenly dripped from her left nostril.
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"What's going on?" She panicked, "I'm just physically injured, why is my nose bleeding? Is this the so-called retribution?"
"Because in the director's opinion, nostril bleeding is convenient for close-up facial expressions, which is more shocking."
Duan Yu spoke slowly, with a calm face.
After 20 minutes of helplessness, the nosebleeds were still flowing wildly.
"No!" She began to cry, "Why doesn't the blood stop? Could it be that I have leukemia?"
Duan Yu glanced at her and sighed: "Go, I'll take you to a place."
He carried her to a deserted seaside where white gulls were flying and the cold wind was howling.
In the setting sun, the bodies of the two people were tightly pressed together, casting long shadows on the beach.
The classic "romance" sounded from the sky.
This scene was so familiar that she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes: "...Ouba, am I going to die?"
"No." Duan Yu's voice sounded a little sad, "You are just too tired and need to sleep."
"Ouba, if there is a next life, I will be a tree." Tears flowed to the corner of his mouth, so salty. "Because once the tree is planted in this place, it will always be there in the future and will not change places."
Then I will never cross again.
Duan Yu remained silent, but his footsteps were slightly staggering.
Qing Qiao looked up at the sky with tears all over her face, and saw a jet fighter slowly gliding past the setting sun, pulling out a huge banner behind her: "Fairy Tale of Time Traveling—Laughing Love".
Ah, what a beautiful life! I finally became a member of the eight o'clock soap opera!
She was about to sigh, but suddenly felt a burning pain in her back.
Meng woke up, opened his eyes, and met Ruan Siqiong's smiling face as if watching a play.