Old Yu talked about Yingli again, and the man in the blue clothes was stunned. "Brother Mei's heart is not in Jingyun Pavilion, where will it be?"

Jiuli's heart tightened.

The young lady married the young master. Although the young master passed away, the young master was still the young master's undead, and everyone in the world knew it. If Yingli said that the young master had something else in his heart, Miss Yu was no different from...

"Yingli and Jiuli have been with the young master since childhood, and have grown up with him. They have been with him for many years." Yingli hugged the urn in her arms and couldn't stand up. "Everyone in the pavilion understands that for the young master, the lady and Jingyun Pavilion are the most important and incomparable."

The snow continued to fall, falling on the trembling back of the woman in red.

"Only Yingli knows that the young master's heart... has another place to go."

The man in blue shook for a moment, his face was a little dazed, and he even saw a little cold and white.

"Yingli." Jiuli couldn't help but stop him.

"The young master's intention has never been said until his death. Today, Yingli will not say much..." The woman's body trembled even more when she lay on the snow: "I just hope that Miss Yu can fulfill, Yingli, and the young master."

The man in blue looked at the woman in red on the ground for a long time and finally took a step.

Jiuli abandoned her sword on the ground at this moment, and hid her head again, touching the ground with her head: "Yingli is close to the young master. If someone in the world knows the young master's worries, that person must be Yingli. Please help her!"

The woman in red trembled her eyes, tears fell, and she gritted her teeth and held the sword on her hands tightly.

Lan Suwan slowly leaned over with a pale face and helped the woman on the ground up. "I understand...you go."

Everyone was shocked, and Yingli suddenly looked up at the person in front of her. "Miss?!"

"Just as I regard Brother Mei as my elder brother, Brother Mei should only have the love of brother and sister to me." Lan Suwan smiled weakly: "It is what I have never cared about Brother Mei's thoughts for many years, and I am just blindly shining by him. If Yingli hadn't pointed it out today, I wouldn't know where Brother Mei still wants to be."

The man in blue looked at the woman in red quietly: "Fortunately Yingli still knows that Brother Mei is lonely and sad in the ground and cannot rest in peace... In this way, Brother Mei's place of visit was entrusted to Yingli."

The woman in red was covered in tears, and she cried and then knelt down: "Miss Thank you!"

Old Yu and others were worried, and their eyebrows were tightly twisted. They wanted to say something else, but they were pulled by Dongli and endured it.

The old man in the pavilion gritted his teeth and watched Lan Suwan send the double glass out.

"Su Wan and the two guardians have something else to say, so please wait here."

The snow in front of the door was already deep, and a dark horse was tied to the side of the door, with a square bundle on its back.

"Is it Fang Jinmu Box?" Jiuli immediately reacted.

Yingli turned over and responded with her nod.

At this time, a snow-white harrier bird flew over and landed on the horse, looking at the urn that was wrapped in Yingli's arms with her clothes.

Lan Suwan stood in front of the door, looked sad in her eyes, and slowly looked up at Yingli. "Su Wan has a few words and finally asked Yingli."

Yingli replied to Su's face: "Miss, please ask."

"You and Jiuli are the guardians on the left and right sides of Jingyun Pavilion. The elders and I can only allow one person to leave. If you leave today, you will leave Jiuli. Do you still have to leave?"

Shuangli looked at each other, and for a long time, Yingli slowly turned sideways and nodded her head very lightly. "If Yingli didn't understand the young master's intentions, she would never leave Jingyun Pavilion in this life, let alone Jiuli... But at this moment, if Yingli abandoned the young master's thoughts, she would not be at ease in this life."

Jiuli only looked at her, silent.

The man in blue nodded.

Next moment, he said again: "When will you return today?"

The light snow lingers in the bones that the horse is hugging tightly, and several cold plums are rolled up.

Yingli was silent for a long time and said softly: "I wish to accompany the young master and serve him all my life."

The man in black who was standing quietly beside the horse trembled without any sense of consciousness and bowed his head in a flash.

Yingli's hand holding the horse's reins was also tightly clenched.

The man in blue glanced at them and his eyes were quiet.

"The last sentence, where are you going?"

Yingli looked straight into the man in blue and said word by word: "Guiyun Valley."

Lan Suwan was stunned for a moment, and soon, she was shocked suddenly.

...

"It's said that Young Master Jingyun and Sect Master Qingyun are in conflict, and they can finally save them with their lives..."

...

For some reason, I remembered the scene when a young man in green was willing to enter the Gu pond during his trip to southern Xinjiang.

It should be extremely painful, and life is worse than death.

The man agreed.

Why? Wasn’t it saved with your life?

He woke up as if he knew it later, and he laughed sadly, "I... know who is the one in Brother Mei's mind."

After the man in blue said, he turned around and turned around and walked into the snow-tied plum bone.

"Miss..." Yingli called out softly.

The man in blue suddenly stopped, facing away from the person outside the door, standing inside the snow-tied plum.

The voice suddenly became mute: "Take care for my master for me." After saying that, he jumped away.

Shuangli watched Lan Suwan's figure disappear into the door, and she realized that she would return for a long time.

Jiuli glanced at the woman immediately and said in a daze: "...It turns out it is Mr. Duanmu." After a moment, he said: "I should have understood it long ago."

Yingli looked back at him and smiled sadly: "It's the young master who hid it too deeply." After saying that, she fell silently. "But... how can she hide it?"

The snow danced silently. The snow harrier shivered so much that she was frozen and crawled under Yingli's clothes.

After a long time, the woman in red raised the reins in front of her.

"You... take care of yourself."

Jiuli twisted her heart and her eyes were slightly red. "Yeah. So are you."

His ten fingers suddenly trembled, and tears winded down his cheeks.

Yingli cried and said, "From now on...you protect the responsibilities of the young master, and I protect the siren's heart."

With the breeze rising from the horse's reins, the horse's hooves stomped, and they were already galloping towards the wind and snow that had been cleared.

Jiuli was independent in front of the snow-tied plum door, holding the sword in her hand tightly, and looking at the woman's gradually blurred back.

The silence responded: "...Okay."

The snowflakes fell on the man's face and turned into water in an instant.

...

Return to the valley of Yun.

The Qingyi found all the medical books on the first to the fourteenth floors of Mutian Pavilion and moved them into the medicine house to read them day and night.

It was late at night, and the green leaves came with the lamp and handed the porridge in front of Yun Xiao: "Drink the porridge."

Yun Xiao took it and drank it all in one sip: "Thank you, Senior Sister." After saying that, he buried it in the medical book again.

The man in green turned around and closed the door.

In the frost courtyard, light snow was falling, covering the roof of tiles and eaves.

After Duanmu vomited blood that day, he fell asleep for five days and has not woken up yet.

The green leaves are waiting in front of the bed without leaving the steps, and the clouds are reading the traditional Chinese medicine books all over the valley day and night.

"The master's pulse is clearly just weak. You should wake up and recuperate for a few days, and you will be fine." Yun Xiao put down the woman's wrist pulse and said in a deep voice: "But how can ordinary people sleep like this again and again? Two days, three days, four days... I don't wake up for five days, don't eat or drink, and my Yuanli is stagnant, and I feel weaker and weaker. For a long time, my master's body will only get worse and worse... If I sleep for seven days, I don't wake up..." The man in the blue-clothed eyes dimmed and his voice was suppressed.

"The power of the water drifted back to the previous level. The energy of the Yuan is chaotic and overturned, causing damage to the internal organs, and it is more likely that it will not wake up after sleep."

Ye Luye looked straight at him, and his face was full of a deep look. "My master's Yuanli was originally strong, and he had the power of water to protect him. In previous years, even though it was cold winter and his body was weak, he had never been drowsy for several days like this... What is the reason?"

Yun Xiao clenched his palm and turned into a fist. "I blamed my superficial medical skills and could not diagnose it... Senior sister, don't worry, I must find out the cause of my master's repeated drowsiness."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned around and headed towards Mutian Pavilion deep in the courtyard.

The leaves and green leaves feed the medicines boiled by the boy Mao and You every day to the person on the bed. When they pass by the yard, they see the man in Qingyi flirting and reading the books in the medicine house day and night, and they can't sleep day and night.

The man in green clothes was stunned from time to time. Then he waited for the woman's couch, and his face became more and more awkward.

On the evening of the sixth day, the man in green said in a stern voice: "It will be seven days after tonight, and we can't wait any longer." Yun Xiao stepped forward and looked at the pale and dark face of the person on the couch: "I had to use the water needle to force the master to wake him up."

The green leaves sound silently for a moment, and the chin responds.

The bright yellow lights of Yuanhuo lava lamps reflect a room, and the candlelight jumps lightly.

The green leaves took off their wooden clothes and held the man on the couch, facing Yunxiao.

The man in green looked directly at the woman's naked back and held the needle between her fingers. The next moment, he pointed down without hesitation. As the fingertips reached, the silver needle had fallen, and the invisible waves of water spread gently like ripples.

The woman's breathing was short, and her voice was rushing. She suddenly gasped and her fingers moved slightly.

Yun Xiao reached out and brushed the woman's cold white back, and his fingertips moved slightly, and the needle had already been pulled and then shot in again.

Duanmu gasped, frowned between his eyebrows, and his cold sweat instantly spread to his forehead, which seemed to be extremely painful.
To be continued...