"Are you leaving?" Just after Mao hour, Duanmu entered the state of concentration and looked up at the person pushing the door.

Mo Ran held the medicine bowl in his hand and closed the wooden door behind him. Drinking the bamboo outside, snow lingering.

The long clothes were like ink, and the collar was swaying in the flowing clouds. The man stepped slowly, his expression was warm and his eyes were soft.

The woman fell on the bamboo slips on the couch that the woman held in her hand: "The bamboo body is cold, and it will be no longer late for the junior sister to see it again after the spring of the next year."

The bamboo slips are gentle, elegant and somewhat persevering and elegant, and the pens and paintings are like years.

"Is this what my senior brother carved last night?" Duanmu Yiyan put down the bamboo rolls in his hand and put them on the dozens of bamboo slips that had been with him for a long time.

Mo Ran smiled gently and said, "So the junior sister guessed that I was leaving?"

Duanmu's expression was also gentle, and he nodded gently: "Senior brother used to be like this, and he would give it a brief gift."

Mo Ran sat on the edge of the bed with a brush and handed the medicine bowl to the woman on the bed: "Don't the little sister like it?"

Duanmu looked slightly stunned, and his hand that had reached out to the bowl was slightly tilted, touching the man's fingertips covered with thin calluses. "Senior Brother's Hand"

You can feel the roughness of the cocoon, the new or old, and the fine and shattered scab scars.

Mo Ran's eyes were as gentle as Xu, and he said softly: "If you feel sorry for yourself, take good care of yourself." He reached out and stroked the woman's eyes gently closed on the couch, and Mo Ran said pitifully: "These eyes were once the most precious thing for the senior brother."

Duanmu stood in his hand in a daze, staring at his direction without any focus.

Mo Ran gently stroked the woman's head and said gentlely and forthrightly: "Whether it is your frost on your temples, your eyes, or your legs, I know that my junior sister has already let go of her heart and is not sad." She suddenly said, and she unexpectedly saw the woman on the couch looking calm, calm and unhappy.

Mo Ran said sadly: "It's just that you have to remember that there are people who will hurt you. They will hurt you, and regret you." His hand was touched by the white hair of the woman's temples, and Mo Ran said softly: "It's just for them, you need to take good care of yourself, do you know?"

Duanmu couldn't help but silence and lowered his eyes silently. "I made my senior brother worry."

"It's not only me, but also your disciples, Yushi, and uncles of the masters." Mo Ran said gently: "If you know in the spring, you can't bear to let you suffer from injuries, injuries, and suffering."

Duanmu looked up and looked into the distance for a long time, and nodded gently. "Senior Brother Xie."

"Stop talking stupid things." Mo Ran looked at her gently: "I am your senior brother, and you and me will never say the word "Thank you." He sorted out the bamboo slips on the side of the bed, and Mo Ran stood up and said, "I'm leaving, Su Wan will deliver breakfast later."

"For these ten days, I'm sorry to stay in the valley to take care of my senior brother."

Mo Ran said softly, "There is a training in the Yunmen, so I should not stay here for too long. As the year is approaching, I should go back to the sect." He looked down at the woman on the couch, and Mo Ran stretched out his finger and gently tapped her forehead, raised his lips and smiled, "Junior sister, take care of her." After saying that, he gently turned his long clothes, his steps were gentle, and he walked out of Yinzhuju.

When the man closed the door and walked slowly away, the woman on the couch held the warm medicine bowl in her palm, and returned in a daze as if she was tranced, looking towards the wooden door.

In the deep valley, the mountains are stacked and gone, the snowflakes are filled with mist, and the distance is like a few strokes of cursive ink painting, faintly and hazy.

A few days later, the injuries of the person who was in the Yuejuku area were cured and it was no longer a problem to stay.

Yinzhu lived inside, Yun Xiao stood in front of Duanmu couch, and respectfully reached out to the person on the couch.

Duanmu took his veins and nodded gently, "Your physique is better than ordinary people. After waking up, your injury will be roughly unhindered." Duanmu took back his hand, leaned on the couch and looked at the void in front of him, and continued softly, "It's just that the internal injury and the injury of the left wrist tendon vein need to be paid attention to after ten days, it should be fine."

"Thank you, Master." The man in Qingyi stood quietly in front of the bed and responded respectfully.

Duanmu looked back in his direction and said, "From October to late mid-winter today, you and I have lost money in Xuzhou and even returned to the valley to heal my wounds. After more than a month, you have passed away. Now that your injury has healed, your teacher is not seriously injured, so I want to lead you to Qing'e's house in Donghai County. I will finish the death of Elder Fu before." His eyes cleared slightly, Duanmu continued, "I made a promise in front of Elder Fu that I will lead you to Qing'e's house to ask for guilt. Although my master knows that this is an unintentional fault for you, it is related to your life and is responsible for killing your heart, so I must remember it."

Yun Xiao's eyes were dark when he heard this, and he said solemnly: "I was not completely thinking about Elder Fu's death, negligently made a decision, but I did not know that Xiao'er followed the master's arrangements. After that, I will keep this in mind."

Duanmu looked comforting and nodded gently: "Doctors are kind-hearted, you are not wrong to help. But you have just entered the world without thinking about guarding others, so you are used by others. Master will not blame you."

Yun Xiao looked up and his eyes were slightly calm, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "The leader of the Beggar Sect that I mentioned with my master, Guo Xiaoyu, was actually gentle and kind when I first met, and looked at it with quiet and politeness. Although he had stole the Shromium Sword in my hand with Ayue, he was calm and gentle when he encountered things, and he was gentle and gentle, and he was well advanced and retreated. He was very sincere in Ayue's favor and protection. He really didn't look like a villain."

Duanmu's eyes looked warm and looked up at the screen in the house, and said in a harmonious voice: "I have never said she is a villain."

Yun Xiaowei was stunned, a little stunned.

The man in white said slowly: "In life, everyone has their own different positions. After decades of time, he is in this cycle of reincarnation, and she is like this, and we are like this. In fact, we cannot know which one is right and who is wrong, just because we can't see the overall situation."

The young man in green stood there, suddenly no words.

Duanmu looked at him and said softly: "A teacher follows the instructions of heaven and takes it as his mission to protect the peace of the Xia Kingdom. This is a right that a teacher can know, but it is not known whether this is a mistake in the great harmony of the world. But what I can see ends here."

The voice of the voice was slightly clear, and the woman said, "Everyone in the world cannot escape the fate of this century, so she often pursues the obsession in her heart. What is the peace of the country and the lives of all living things. In front of me, if you can be at peace, you can be at peace, and if you can be at peace, you can be at peace." The voice of the voice was slightly clear, Duanmu Ningran said, "Although the leader of the Guo Gang is different from what I think, I cannot assert that she is evil. If you are at peace, you are good because of good and evil, it also varies from person to person, and holds the arguments of everyone. But whether the discussions of everyone is right is right, this is another question."

Yun Xiao looked at the woman on the bed and couldn't speak for a while.

Suddenly, Duanmu lowered his head and coughed, and looked up and said, "You are my disciple, and you will definitely be influenced by me and inherit my thoughts. You think she is evil, but there is nothing wrong with her. You think she is not evil, and there is nothing wrong with her. It's just that what she does is contrary to you. This is why we and her are not just that."

The person beside the bed knelt down without realizing it and said in a solemn voice: "I have written down the master's teachings."

Duanmu coughed a few more times, and his voice became slower: "You have injuries on your body, just get up and talk."

The man in Qingyi's eyes was complex and looked deep in the woman's eyes, with a quiet and quiet look.

It was like looking at the illusion in the distance, and it felt unreal and could not speak for a long time.

Duanmu didn't hear his voice for a long time, so he became quiet. At the same time, he remembered something and was about to ask, and when he felt that the young man leaned over and reached out to bring the snow on his shoulder up.

Duanmu said: "In addition to Elder Fu's affairs, this trip should also be done to return the key of the underground formation palace lent by Master Lou. Although Elder Chen had made things difficult for you, something happened to you and me. Qing'e's and Gongshuo both tried to find each other. Today, the family of the Sword Mountain Sacrifice was unstable, and Qing'e's house also lost Elder Fu's help. This is a time of worry. The underground formation palace built by the two families together is actually of great benefit to them. If a disaster occurs, it will be useful to stick to it." Duanmu thought: "So, you and I should return the key of the formation palace to Qing'e's house as soon as possible."

The young man in green tucked his hand with a ribbon for her clothes and then said, "What is the master talking about the black iron compass we used when we broke the formation?"

Duanmu nodded: "That's right."

The man in Qingyi looked embarrassed and had to say bluntly: "Go back to the master's Fang Luo Jing was made of black iron. On that day, he was in the snow ridge. Because it was too heavy, the disciple sank it under a piece of bluestone in the snow ridge hot spring and did not take it out with him."

The woman on the couch was slightly stunned, and a little worried look appeared on her face: "This is how it is."

Yun Xiao looked at the woman's expression and couldn't help but feel ashamed. He blamed himself: "Master, forgive me, and the disciple did not think about the purpose of this thing, so he easily gave it up."

Duanmu shook his head and sighed, "At that time, you were walking in the snowy ridge with me, and you had done your best. How could you beg you to carry Fang Luojing with you? It was negligent for your teacher. Anyone would have to give up this thing."

Seeing that her eyes were not diminished, Yun Xiao couldn't help but say in a voice: "Master is worried that if he is accidentally gained by someone who is interested, he will use it to deal with Qing'e'she, and the Gongshus, may he have great trouble?"

A soft color appeared in Duanmu's eyes, and he shook his head gently: "Actually, it is not the case. The complexity of Fang Luo Jing is not many people in the world who can understand it; and even if you understand it, as long as Elder Chen slightly changes the mechanism of the formation palace, Fang Luo Jing will be useless."

"What's the Master worried about?"

Duanmu thought for a while and said, "Maybe it was because of the teacher that the cast iron used by Fang Luojing is cold magnetic black iron. It is rare in the world and it is extremely difficult to get it. I don't know why, and I am worried that it will be used by others."

Yun Xiao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said, "When the matter of Fang Luo Jing, Xiao'er will also tell Elder Chen that if he can ask the Gongshuo again for a piece of cold magnetic black iron, Xiao'er can work with the uncle of Qingyangzi to reshape it."

Duanmu Wenran said: "It's rare that you can remember clearly, and I think this is the only way."

Yun Xiao responded respectfully, then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the woman for a long time, and said, "Also, Yun Xiao left Qingfeng Village and went to Xuzhou this time, because he was ordered to find this dark pearl for senior ghosts." The young man in green took out the snow-colored round bead from his arms, and then said, "Ghost Grandpa wanted to use this pearl to protect the body of the Grand Master. He ordered me to rush back within three months. Now it will be ten days before December. The disciple's injury is no longer serious, so he wants to go back to Qingfeng Village first to report his life, and then follow the master to Qing'e House in Xuzhou."

Duanmu Jiexian was silent for a moment, and nodded gently: "Since that's the case, you can go back first. My bet with Senior Gui is still there. As the end of this year is approaching, you should go back to Qingfeng Village. They have been with you for nearly three years. This time I left but haven't returned, so I should be a little worried about you."
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