Longyin Mountain, Qingyan Temple.

The night is snowy.

As soon as Baoshan passed a pine tree, a ball of snow the size of a fist fell from the pine branch with a "snap" and hit his neck, freezing him to the point of trembling.

But he didn't have time to brush away the snow from his collar, and went to the hut with a cup of glutinous porridge. Miss Shen hasn't eaten well in the past few days, but within three days, her lower jaw has become so thin.

Baoshan has been dependent on his master in the temple since he was a child. He didn't have many playmates since he was a child. Finally, he has someone else in the temple. He is happy. He wishes that Miss Shen could stay and be his junior sister.

It is said that the longer the gentleman is unconscious, the longer Miss Shen can stay in the Taoist temple. But seeing Miss Shen looking haggard day by day, he hoped that the husband would wake up soon.

While thinking about it, he had already arrived at the door of the hut and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a gentle voice coming from inside: "It's already the fourth day and he hasn't woken up yet. The Taoist priest needs to give him another dose." Medicine?"

There was unconcealable worry in the young lady's soft voice.

Baoshan was afraid that his master would say something that would make Miss Shen worried, so he hurriedly freed up a hand and was about to push the door open when a sudden light flashed out of the corner of his eye.

A thick purple lightning suddenly appeared in the dark night. The next moment, countless tiny lightning bolts were seen separated from the purple lightning, and the entire night sky was instantly filled.

The whole world seemed to be enveloped by a network of light, and soon, huge muffled thunder rolled in from all directions.

Baoshan is so big, how have you ever seen such a vision?

My scalp felt numb.

Why does this scene look so much like the image of the wrath of heaven mentioned by Master?

In the hut, the moment lightning filled the night sky, Taoist Qingmiao held his breath and looked at the cattail leaf fan in his hand.

I saw that the tattered fan with three cracks was slowly cracking a fourth crack.

The sound of "rumbling" thunder exploded in my ears, shaking the world as if it would fall apart in the next moment.

Rong Shu stared blankly at the cattail leaf fan in Qingmiao Taoist's hand.

"The formation is complete!"

Taoist Qingmiao walked back and forth, waving the cattail leaf fan in his hand from time to time, his eyes were hot and crazy, and he kept chanting "The formation is complete."

After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at Rong Shu, and said urgently: "Look at your left palm!"

Rong Shu opened his left palm like a puppet on strings and looked down.

In her thin white palm, a line slowly formed between her index finger and middle finger, winding and extending to the base of her palm.

"That's your new lifeline!" Taoist Qingmiao said excitedly.

Almost at the moment Taoist Qingmiao finished speaking, Rong Shu seemed to hear a "click" sound from deep in his soul.

It was like a shackle trapped in the body was broken, completely dissipated in the body, and the whole body felt light.

Rong Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon they became wet.

The slender lower eyelashes lowered slightly as if they were overwhelmed, and a teardrop fell on Gu Changjin's well-jointed palm.

The man's hand moved.

As if sensing something, Rong Shu turned his head and looked at the bamboo couch, where the pale man slowly opened his eyelids.

The moment he opened his eyes, he looked over. He looked at her quietly for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and said in

a low voice: "I dreamed of you crying last night. People say dreams are reverses. Why did you really cry?"

Shu didn't know that the "last night" he was talking about was the "last night" after waiting forty years. He only thought that he was talking about the dream he had in the past few days when he was in coma.

"Gu Changjin, you've been unconscious for four days." Rong Shu finally held back the tears that flooded her eyes again. "Your heartbeat stopped for a moment. I almost thought you wouldn't wake up."

Gu Changjin smiled. .

He had waited so long to see her.

As long as she was here, how could he not wake up?

The man's eyes were a little crazy and a little greedy.

When he held her ashes and walked into Qingyan Temple, all he wanted was to see her again.

He thought that when he really saw her, he would probably feel satisfied.

But Ren was really a very greedy and insatiable animal. Once he really saw her, he wanted to continue to look at her, day and night, one eye after another.

As soon as his eyelids closed, he couldn't wait to open them again.

It was as if he was extremely uncomfortable even if he took a breath.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, I'm fine." He wiped her increasingly wet face as gently as possible, "It's all my fault that I didn't wake up earlier and scared you."

Rong Shu bit her lip and gradually stopped. In tears.

The young couple looked at each other with great affection. Even though Taoist Qingmiao on the side had many things to ask, he knew that this was not a good opportunity.

Just as he was about to leave the hut and leave it to Rong Shu and the other two, Gu Changjin stopped him.

"Taoist Priest Qingmiao——"

Taoist Qingmiao stepped forward and turned to look at him while holding a cattail leaf fan.

This noble Crown Prince did not know his Taoist name at all before he fell into coma, and only called him "Taoist Master". Now that "Taoist Priest Qingmiao" was heard, not only did he know his Taoist name, but there was also a hint of familiarity in his tone.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help." Gu Changjin said solemnly.

In his previous life in the underground palace, Taoist Qingmiao tried his best to help him set up a formation. If not, he would never see Rong Zhaozhao until his death.

However, Taoist Master Qingmiao shook his head, "Why are you thanking the Taoist? The Taoist used His Highness to join the Taoism, and the Taoist has benefited a lot."

He raised his hand, revealing the fourth crack on the cattail leaf fan, and said, "Your Highness probably doesn't know that there are There are many Taoists who cannot live in this situation. Therefore, Your Majesty, there is no need to say thank you. The cause and effect between you and the old Taoist has been resolved today."

The cracks on the cattail leaf revealed his Taoist heart.

Qingmiao Taoist sighed: "The old Taoist once thought that the world was blinded by a leaf, so he had to kill our Qingheng sect. However, today the old Taoist has clearly understood that while I blame the world for blinding the eyes, how can I not be blinded by a blinding leaf? From now on, There is no Qingheng Sect in this world, only Qingyan Temple."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the hut without waiting for Gu Changjin's reply, and ran into the young disciple who was carrying the porridge pot. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "This cup is not enough for the two of them, go and warm up another can of porridge."

The little Taoist boy was still frightened, pointing to the dark sky above his head, suppressing his throat, and spoke with an extremely small The voice said: "Master, just now, was the wrath of heaven just now?"

Taoist Qingmiao followed his direction and looked at the night sky, and said slowly: "It's okay. Someone has already exchanged everything he has with God in exchange for it. Everything about him. In this world, death is very powerful, but sometimes love is more powerful than death."

There was a hint of pity and sigh in Taoist Qingmiao's voice that even he could not detect.

But the little Taoist boy was confused.

Taoist Qingmiao saw that his young apprentice still looked clueless, and he couldn't help but hate the iron. He snorted coldly: "Hurry up and make porridge!"

The voices of the master and apprentice gradually faded away.

Taoist Qingmiao was just outside the door, and his words were deliberately spoken with great energy, so Rong Shu could hear clearly.

Qingmiao Taoist said that someone exchanged everything he had for everything he had.

She was so thoughtful that she didn't understand what "his everything" the old Taoist said was, and what "his everything" was.

Rong Shu lowered his eyes.

All the joy, sadness, and joy that Gu Changjin felt after waking up turned into a huge pain at this moment.

It was as if a thousand needles had penetrated her heart, and the pain was so painful that her lips turned white and her fingertips trembled.

Afraid that Gu Changjin would see the clues, she stood up, turned her back and said, "I'm going to get some medicine. The wound on your left chest hasn't healed yet. The medicine needs to be applied every day. Today's medicine hasn't been applied yet."

Gu Changjin said . Jin said "Yes", but did not let her go. Instead, he gently held her wrist, looked at her face that was deliberately turned away, and said: "Zhaozhao, you don't need to be burdened, I'm just here for myself. "

He is willing to use everything he has to change her life. Although it is because of her, it is for himself.

He couldn't get over her death.

It was he who refused to let her go.

And these shouldn't be a burden to her.

How could Rong Shu not understand him?

It was precisely because she understood him that her heart ached so much!

"I know." Rong Shu didn't look back, forcing himself to suppress the dull pain in his heart. His eyes were obviously tight with heat, but he deliberately interrupted his words in a relaxed tone: "Taoist Master Baoshan said that the medicine of the Guanzhu is outside. If you can't buy it, use it more these days!"

Gu Changjin looked at her delicate shoulders and neck, let go and said, "Okay."

Rong Shu went to get the medicine, and when he came back, his face returned to normal.

She deftly untied his belt, pulled off his shirt, dug out a small ball of green ointment from the medicine bottle, and applied the ointment to his wound.

Her movements were very gentle and her expression was very focused.

I was afraid that if the force was too strong, it would hurt him.

Gu Changjin had never been afraid of pain, but at this moment he especially enjoyed her tenderness.

This is how she took care of him when they were in Sycamore Lane.

Every time she applied medicine to him, her eyes would turn red and she would ask him not to get hurt again.

What she didn't know at that moment was that being injured was a completely normal thing for him.

When she didn't come to Wutong Lane, it was Changji and Hengping who gave him medicine.

How could those two people control their strength?

Gu Changjin didn't care. After all, he was not afraid of pain, and it didn't matter if the force was light or heavy.

But she cared about it very much. When she saw Chang Ji giving him medicine for the first time, her face turned pale, as if she was the one in pain. The second time, she took the medicine in her hand and applied it to him herself.

When Gu Changjin thought of himself at that time, he really didn't hesitate to be blessed.

I think she is slow and too tame in what she does. If he wasn't afraid of making her cry, he would probably ask her to return the medicine to Changji.

But later, when he was injured outside, he would rather endure the pain than let Chang Ji give him medicine.

Just to go back with the injury, so that he could stay in Songsiyuan openly, and watch her silently while she concentrated on giving him medicine.

So every time he was injured, what lingered in his heart was not pain, but an expectation.

She was so focused at that time that she didn't notice his gaze hidden in the dark.

Only this time, Rong Shu was more sensitive than before.

Sensing his gaze, she put down the medicine bottle and turned to look at him.

"When you used to apply medicine on me, you always liked to lower your eyes to cover the tears in your eyes." A faint smile appeared on Gu Changjin's lips.

That happened in his previous life. Rong Shu had applied medicine to him countless times in his previous life.

She was not usually a person who shed tears easily, but every time she saw the injuries on his body, her eyes would turn red, and she would have to hold back the tears while applying the medicine.

When the medicine was applied, she didn't dare to look at him. She turned around and went to apply the medicine, for fear that he would see the tears in her eyes.

"How did you know?" Rong Shu couldn't help but said, "I hide it very well every time."

Gu Changjin smiled, she was the one who couldn't hide her thoughts.

After putting the medicine back, there were no tears in her eyes, but her lips were pursed tightly. If you look closely, you can still see the shallow teeth marks on her lips.

"When you were applying the medicine on me, I kept watching and couldn't bear to look away." Gu Changjin said: "At that time, you only had to raise your eyelashes, and the person who had to lower your eyes hastily and needed to hide his thoughts became me. Not you."

Rong Shu looked at him.

The man's clothes are open, and his collarbone looks like a continuous mountain range or a long and narrow shallow moor. His black hair lay messily on his shoulders, making the skin on his body paler and making the ferocious scar on his chest even more shocking.

But this scar also accentuated his frail beauty at this moment to the extreme.

Rong Shu's eyes fell on his lean waist, with a belt hanging loosely on it.

She reached out to touch the belt, slowly gathered his clothes, and said: "I used to apply medicine for you. At first, no matter how serious your injury was, you had to take off your clothes and put on clothes by yourself. But later...

She paused, tied the belt under her palms, raised her eyes to look at him, and said, "Even if it's a minor injury, you want me to dress you." Gu

Changjin said, "Yes," "I did it on purpose." ."

It was indeed intentional.

She had once wondered that although the injuries were not serious and the injury was not on his arm, yet he was lying on the couch, motionless, waiting for her to wipe him and dress him.

Rong Shu remembered that one time she accidentally raised her eyes and saw his dark eyes staring at her.

She didn't think much about it, thinking that she had hurt him, and asked him if it hurt anywhere, but he turned his head slightly and said, "It doesn't matter."

Since Rong Shu's resurrection, he rarely thinks about the three years he spent in Wutong Lane.

When I thought about it again, I found many clues.

That bowl of unpalatable longevity noodles, those little ice sculptures hanging outside the window, and that Gu Ynzhi who would coax her to drink, coax her to discourage him and tell her to wait.

During those three years, he hid his love for her so deeply that she thought it was all her wishful thinking.

Occasionally she notices his unusual behavior, but she doesn't think about it deeply.

But obviously, when she liked him, he responded to her in his own way, carefully and without leaving any trace.

Those hazy memories hidden in the depths of my mind that seemed to have fallen into dust suddenly became as transparent as a window after the fog covering them dispersed.

She was never wishful thinking from beginning to end.

If she carefully considered the clues he left behind and looked at them carefully, she would be able to see his deep thoughts.

Rong Shu's eyes became hot again. She knew that she would not be able to stay in the hut anymore. He could always catch her emotions.

So he stood up and said, "I'm going to the kitchen to get some food."

Gu Changjin didn't stop her and watched her leave, then watched the door slowly close.

When she came back, he had fallen asleep exhausted.

Rong Shu stood beside the bamboo couch and looked at him for a long time.

A late-spring cold hit Longyin Mountain on the second day. The ice under the eaves of the thatched cottage was half a foot long. Baoshan sent many charcoal pots here.

In the next few days, Gu Changjin's injury improved day by day.

On the third day after waking up, they were able to stay. On the sixth day, a Taoist from Qingmiao came in and said to them: "There are people entering the Lost Tracing Array, and one of them, the Taoist, recognized him as the coachman who drove Miss Shen that day.

Rong Shu looked at Gu Changjin and said, "It's Chang Ji." Besides

Chang Ji, there's also Heng Ping. The two of them were dusty and their clothes were covered with snow foam.

Changji's eyes were so red that they almost turned into rabbits.

When the avalanche happened, he was afraid that the snow wave would hurt Rong Shu through the car window, so he stood in front of the car window almost without thinking. Naturally, he was the first to be hit by the snow tide, and the gravel and twigs inside scratched countless tiny wounds on his face and neck. Up to this moment, the bloody scabs on them had not yet fallen off.

When he woke up, he saw Yingyue and Yingque were there, and thought Rong Shu was fine.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the two girls cried to him and told him that the carriage they were riding in was found under the cliff. Inside the carriage was a female body that had been smashed beyond recognition. She was wearing a girl's clothes and her jewelry.

"But we don't believe it's a girl! We are all alive, how could something happen to the girl?" Yingque choked, "I want to find her!"

The three of them frantically searched for Rong Shu at the bottom of the cliff until Hengping came. , looking for the mark left by Gu Changjin, and then found the snow forest outside Qingyan Temple.

When Chang Ji saw Rong Shu, he couldn't help but turn his head and wipe his eyes, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

The young lady almost had an accident in his hands.

The master likes the young lady so much. If something happens to the young lady because of his inability to protect her, how can he explain to the master and continue to live with dignity?

Hengping looked at the crying Changji with disgust.

He stepped forward and said to Gu Changjin: "My subordinates have checked that there is no gunpowder on the top of Longyin Mountain. The avalanche should have been an accident, but there are traces of a carriage being dragged on the mountain road. I guess that shortly after the avalanche occurred, Someone rescued the young lady and Changji, and then pushed the carriage to the cliff, making it appear that the young lady followed the carriage and fell off the cliff. "

Those people were very decisive in their actions. If it weren't for the traces of charcoal left on the ground, I wouldn't have noticed it at all. " The carriage that fell off the cliff was man-made. "

To be able to rescue people so quickly in such a short period of time, and arrange the scene where Rong Shu faked his death, those people were definitely not ordinary people.

Both Gu Changjin and Rong Shu knew who those people were and who sent them.

The two looked at each other and heard Gu Changjin say: "Don't worry, those people won't hurt us even if they find us here. Hengping, go outside and hunt some snow rabbits, and roast one for Chang Ji later." Come on."

As soon as these words came out, Chang Ji and Heng Ping were stunned for a moment.

Chang Ji thought he had heard it wrong. He didn't bother to wipe the tears on his face for a while, and said in surprise: "Heng... Heng Ping, will you bake it for me?"

Heng Ping likes to sleep and has no appetite at all. Lu, in the past, when he went on missions, he would eat in a fool's errand, and he would even eat weeds to satisfy his hunger without changing his expression. But this man, as if he was a self-taught man, actually had good cooking skills, which made Chang Ji jealous and envious.

Changji hadn't eaten Hengping's grilled meat for many years, and in the past few days, he had not had a good meal because he was looking for Rongshu. He immediately patted Hengping on the shoulder and said: "This is the master's order! Go, go!"

Hengping glanced at Gu Changjin subconsciously, but he saw Gu Changjin smiled and said, "In this case, you don't owe him anymore."

In the previous life, the two of them were plotted, and Chang Ji gave up the chance to escape. Give it to Hengping and ask him to rescue Rong Shu.

Unfortunately, as soon as Hengping left the side room of Sishiyuan, his hand was scratched by Zhang's mother and he was poisoned. If Lin Qingyue hadn't quietly rescued him and hid him, he would have died in Sishiyuan along with Chang Ji. .

Hengping lived in self-blame for the rest of his life.

Now that Changji is still here, asking him to roast meat for Changji can be regarded as offsetting the debt he felt in his previous life.

Although Hengping was a little confused, he knew that what his master said must be right.

He nodded briefly and said, "I obey, my subordinates."

Immediately, he patted Chang Ji's hand on his shoulder away with disgust and said, "Let's go!"

The two were about to leave when Chang Ji thought of something and suddenly called out, "Young Master. Madam."

Rong Shu looked at him subconsciously.

"Yingyue and Yingque are in the guest house at the foot of the mountain. They wanted to follow, but Hengping and I were afraid that something would happen and we wouldn't be able to protect them, so we asked them to wait in the guest house."

This face is covered with fine marks. The man who looked like a tabby cat paused after saying this, and smiled at Rong Shu: "Don't worry, they are all fine!"

Rong Shu also smiled: "Thank you for your hard work."

Chang Ji knew that his master could be taken care of by the young lady. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After saying this, he quickly followed Hengping out of the house.

Rong Shu waited until he couldn't hear their voices, then looked at Gu Changjin and said, "Chang Ji...did something happen in Sishiyuan?"

Others might not be able to figure out Gu Changjin's intentions, but Rong Shu understood him. From what he said to Hengping, he vaguely guessed that something happened to Changji in his previous life, and Hengping was the one who survived.

Gu Changjin nodded: "The night before your accident, Xiao Fu's people plotted against them. At that time, you and Yingque were drugged by Zhang's mother and were unconscious. They were unaware of what happened in the yard."

Rong Shu silence.

Gu Changjin looked at her and said softly: "Rong Zhaozhao, those things have never happened now. So don't be sad."

Since time has been turned back, those things that have happened in the past will naturally be annihilated without a trace. .

Changji is not dead, and neither is she.

Rong Shu, who was also open-minded, smiled when he heard this and said, "When we get to Datong, I'll ask Ni Jing to prepare a whole-sheep feast for him."

When she said this, her voice suddenly stopped.

Datong, does she want to go?

Gu Changjin took over her words and said "Yeah".

"I heard that the goat's milk tea there is also very delicious. I think Chang Ji will also like it." There was a smile on his lips, "I will personally take you to Datong tomorrow."

Rong Shu did not respond and just settled. Look at him.

Her eyes could speak, without words, Gu Changjin knew what she was thinking and what she wanted to say.

"Longyin Mountain is only a few days away from Datong. Your mother should have arrived in Datong. You will be able to see her in about four or five days."

"I said, you don't have to burden yourself."

"You like to read travel notes, I like to see the customs and customs of this world, and want to personally verify whether the world is really as written in their writings. I also want to do something that I can for the people of Dayin in my lifetime, so that I don't feel regretful."

The man said in a low voice . His voice was filled with the unique coldness and warmth of early spring. He looked at her with such gentle eyes.

He said: "Rong Zhaozhao, whatever you want to do, do it without worrying about anything."

He spent all his energy to bring her back to life, not to trap her beside him, depressed and unhappy.

He can no longer be as greedy as before.

He just wanted to make her happy.

Just because she was alive, living freely and happily, to him was already something worthy of satisfaction and gratitude.