Chapter 1077: Nan Jiaojiao, we're home

Poinsettia glanced at Nan Baoyi, was silent for a moment, and finally suppressed her temper: "This is the only way, Ayan doesn't believe it, then I have nothing to do!"
Jiang Suihan looked left and right, and cautiously persuaded: "I also hope that Nan Xiaowu will wake up soon, Brother Xiao, there is no other healer in this world who is more powerful than the national teacher. If you don't believe him, you can still Who do you believe? Since he said it is the only way, we have to try anyway..."
Xiao Yi held Nan Baoyi and didn't speak.
A dark light flashed in the dark Dan Feng's eyes, and he suddenly whispered: "No, there is another person whose medical skills are not worse than him... or even better than him."
Jiang Suihan was curious: "Who?"
Xiao Yi paused, "The old Taoist priest of Jinguan City, Nan Jiaojiao's master."
Back then, the Jianmenguan plague was rampant, and in the end it was the secret recipe left by the old Taoist priest to solve the problem.
He swept away the gloom and irritability of the past few days, and laughed: "I was so confused, and letting the reincarnation Hua Tuo not be used, I actually recruited those barefoot doctors who were not capable!"
Jiang Suihan pursed his mouth.
How can there be a feeling of being connoted?
Xiao Yi didn't care about dressing and shoes, and hurriedly walked outside the temple: "I pass on my will, and immediately prepare the convoy to return to Jinguan City! Tianshu will set out to sweep the snow immediately, and I will arrive in the southwest within half a month!"
"Return to Jinguan City..." Jiang Suihan said with a feeling, "I haven't been back for many years, and I want to take Alou over and see. National Teacher, do you want to go with me?"
Poinsettia fiddled with the whisk, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
The light and shadow in the inner hall were dim, and his facial features were shrouded in confusion. Jiang Suihan looked at him, somehow, he felt like a colorful clay statue in that Taoist temple, inexplicably scary.
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Returning to Jinguan City on this trip, Nanjia also followed Shengjia.
Because of the melting of the wind and snow, the more you go to the southwest, the more smooth and open the official road, so you hurried to the starry night and arrived at Jinguan City on the Shangyuan Festival.
The carriage is spacious and warm.
Holding Nan Baoyi in his arms, Xiao Yi opened the curtains and looked at the scenery outside the city.
Before the first month, white snow remained between the mountains and rivers, and a little green sprout quietly sprouted in the withered grass beside the official road.
It's the beginning of spring.
His stern expression was finally softer.
He looked at the little girl in his arms and whispered, "Nan Jiaojiao, we are home."
Nan Baorong and Song Shining cleaned up the ancestral house early in the morning, and went out of the city to greet them with joy.
Returning to Nanfu in a lively manner, Nanguang is already full of tears, looking around the familiar scenery of the mansion, and said with emotion: "It is better to go home, no matter how rich and rich Chang'an is, it is better to be happy at home!"
After a little greeting, Nan Baorong looked towards Chaowenyuan cautiously, pulled Nan Baozhu aside, and whispered: "You said in your letter that something happened to Jiaojiao... I heard that Jiaojiao also returned. Jinguancheng, but I only saw the emperor’s carriage, but I couldn’t see Jiaojiao...what happened to her?"
Nan Baozhu has a hard time saying.
She said: "It's a long story. When we settle down, my sister and I will talk in detail."
While everyone was busy packing up their luggage, Xiao Yi was not idle.
He settled in Nan Baoyi and broke into the guest room where the poinsettia lived alone: ​​"Which Taoist temple is the old Taoist master now?"
Poinsettia's forehead and blue veins jumped straight, and said with no good air: "What's the ‘old master’? That is your master!"
Xiao Yi was expressionless: "Take me to see him."
The poinsettia pinched the eyebrows.
He is rebellious and unfilial, he is afraid that he will not be well trained in this life.
He confessed and hugged Whisk: "Follow me."
The two rode horses one by one, and the other rode a green bull, and went straight to the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.
The scenery of Mount Qingcheng remains as it was yesterday.
Xiao Yi was impatient to see the old Taoist leader, but somehow, when he saw the large tracts of mulberry fields and farms, his anxiety calmed down inexplicably.
When Nan Jiaojiao was young, they used to live together on a farm near Qingcheng Mountain.
The little girl was delicate and delicate, but imitated the appearance of a peasant woman. She also wore a floral headband and sleeved loops, revealing two tender and white arms, and she went to check Sang Tian as if she were doing things.
At that time, she wanted to marry Jiang Suihan.
He was jealous during the Dragon Boat Race in the Dragon Boat Festival, so when she and Jiang Suihan were greasy and crooked, he deliberately shook her off the dragon boat, but she didn't realize his intentions, and she didn't know how the people she regarded as her brother gave her a distorted and dark possession. Desire, still stupidly continue to please him...
And he enjoys that flattery until he can't help himself.
He Xiao Yi is really not a good person.
Xiao Yi held the reins tightly and raised his head to stare at the distant Qingcheng Mountain.
Dan Feng's eyes faintly saw expectations.
When the little girl wakes up, he will take her to Qingcheng Mountain again, take her again on the dragon boat, and tell her all the secret thoughts that were not told to her back then, and the pampering that was not given to her back then. , Doubling the penny to her.
Xiao Yi bent his thin lips.
He clamped his horse belly, and Zhao Yeyu lion sat down to run faster.
Poinsettia was riding a green cow to follow behind, so anxious that there was no such thing as a fairy-style bone, and chasing it while cursing: "Dead bunny, you can't see the cow riding for the teacher?! Can you run slower! Dogs! Xiao Daoyan, wait and become a teacher!"
Let him urge the reins hard, but the blue cow sat down with a long "moo" and still strolled in the fields.
Xiao Yi galloped all the way to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
He tied the mount to the tree, looked up at the bluestone steps leading to the Laojun Pavilion on the top of the mountain, and stepped on without hesitation.
Back then, Nan Jiaojiao was alone, and Ye Deng Laojun Pavilion prayed for him.
He knew she was doing a show deliberately, but when he thought of it, his heart was still hot.
Now, he is also willing to put aside the emperor's pretensions for Nan Jiaojiao, come up these tens of millions of steps, and beg for a Taoist priest who was not admired in the past.
It was the Spring Festival, the people were all reunited at home, Qingcheng Mountain was cold and deserted, no one went into the mountain to pray for blessing, the pines and cypresses on both sides of the steps were lush, and there was some fine snow under the trees. He walked all the way, thinking about the time with Nan Jiaojiao. The picture of going down the mountain together.
At that time, she was carrying an orange lantern and leaping forward.
But in his heart, the flame of the lantern couldn't beat her. Her figure was the only light in the mountains and plains, and it fell in his eyes like a starry river.
"Nan Jiaojiao..."
He muttered the name of his beloved, and looked up at the Taoist temple in front of him.
The magnificent Laojun Pavilion headed straight into the sky. There were incense candles in the three-legged copper pot in front of the view.
He bowed to Laojun Pavilion and walked straight inside.
The Taoist priest in charge of the Laojun Pavilion heard Xiao Yi's intentions and said sincerely: "Master has emerged a year ago, you are late."
Xiao Yi's expression was gloomy for an instant: "What did you say?!"
The Taoist was shocked.
He took two steps back tremblingly, thinking of something, and asking as if he had caught a straw for life-saving: "You, is your last name Xiao?"
"how do you know?"
"That's it!" The Taoist immediately smiled, "Before the Master passed away, he once said that a benefactor with the surname Xiao would come to him. He specially prepared something for the poor Dao to pass it on to you."
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See you tomorrow morning