Chapter 57:

Yuan Xiang'er stood on the top of the mountain and watched Qiu Yueming walk down the city wall alone. The back that had always been straight was slightly bent, and his neck was drooping, with a bit of depression and silence.
I hope he is only a momentary sprouting and enthusiasm, and will soon forget this emotion, Yuan Xianger thought with a little guilt.
Something fluffy touched her back, Yuan Xianger turned her head and looked at Nan He, which turned into a huge wolf shape, stood quietly behind her.
"Come up?" A voice rang in Yuan Xiang'er's mind.
If this sentence was spoken by Nan He in a voice, it must be just three words cold and flat, without any emotion at all.
But because it was directly passed from consciousness to mind, Yuan Xianger immediately tasted the complex emotions of shyness and a little sadness.
Such a delicate emotion was conveyed from the majestic body in front of him, inexplicably particularly sultry, and Yuan Xianger couldn't help but become excited.
"Ah, can I ride?" This sentence didn't sound right.
"I mean, can I sit on it?"
This doesn’t seem right either,
No matter how much, isn't it a super happy thing to sit on Xiaonan for a ride?
Yuan Xianger cheered and threw her whole body into the furry exclusive car.
The silvery white wolf flies over the wilderness, Yuan Xianger is buried in the flying silver hair, galloping in the air, with a big heart,
She simply kicked the shoes that were in the way in the middle of the way, and threw it between the mountains, rubbing the cold and soft hair with her bare feet, and the wind blew her face, raising her sleeves, and the winding city wall retreated beneath her feet, boundless. Of the earth.
The sunset on the horizon melts the gold, and the evening clouds merge on the wall, making people know where they are.
"Ah-it's so happy flying in the air like this, Xiaonan, you are so kind, why are you always so good." Yuan Xianger folded her hands and shouted.
Tired of flying, Yuan Xiang'er lay on the soft fur, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, with thick hair in his hands.
"Nan He, can you stay by my side forever?" she asked with her eyes closed.
"Hmm." This is an affirmative answer.
"Human life won't be too long, don't leave, just stay with me until...until a lifetime, okay?"
"Ok……"
After I die, Nanhe still has a long life, long enough to forget everything. He will have new partners again and forget me. Thinking about it this way, Yuan Xiang'er felt sour and sad.
After flying for a long time, the speed of Nanhe slowed down and fell on the ground into a human form. The brocade clothes are light fur, and the jade belts are precious boots, like learning from each other, like pondering like grinding-after walking around the world during this period of time, Nanhe can already transform into neat human clothes when needed.
He asked Yuan Xiang'er to sit under the tree, squatted down, turned over and took out a pair of small boots, and put on Yuan Xiang'er himself. As soon as the boots were put on the feet, they became quilted, just the right size.
"Isn't this your hair changed? Can you lend it to me?" Yuan Xianger was a little embarrassed.
"As long as it is mine, there is nothing you can't use." Nan He helped Yuan Xiang'er put on his shoes, without raising his head, a low voice sounded. "Axiang, do you like General Qiu?"
"So you overheard it," Yuan Xianger shook her head slightly, "The general is a very good man. But we are not suitable."
She was afraid that Nan He would not understand the meaning of this sentence, and added, "The concept of each other is different, and the way of life is too far apart. The most important thing is that I don't have that kind of emotional feeling for him."
She stood up and tried to jump for a few steps. The shoes were comfortable and light.
Nan He looked at Yuan Xianger in front of her.
what about me? Am I suitable?
This sentence rolled back and forth in his throat, almost blurting it out, but his throat seemed to be rusty, and he couldn't ask this short sentence.
A voice rang not far away,
"The warlock from the south is a member of Dongxuan Sect, right?"
In mid-air, a monster that resembles a lion hovered in the air with its imposing mane, sphinx face, four hooves and tail turned into black smoke. On its back sat a young man idly.
The man wears an ordinary hydration suit, a silk tie at his waist, a green hat and hemp shoes, one leg crouched, one leg hanging, sitting in a leisurely posture, and he is looking at Yuan Xiang'er with a somewhat inquisitive look.
He was able to appear so close to him calmly. Nan He and himself could not find it. It was very powerful. Yuan Xianger stepped back and replied in secret, "I am not a member of Dongxuan Sect."
"Oh, it's not the best. I hate their pretenders." The young man sat on the back of the lion and slapped the inspector very casually. "In Xia Qingyuan, it comes from the Kunlun Qingyi Sect. Dare to ask how the Taoist friends are called. ?"
"My name is Yuan." Yuan Xianger said cautiously.
The warlock nodded, "Your apostle is Sirius, right? I have no other hobbies, and I love collecting rare and unique apostles. Looking at Sirius from a distance, he is happy to hunt, so I deliberately catch up with him, dare to ask Can fellow daoists cut love and resell him to me?"
"Not for sale. Not for any money." Yuan Xianger rejected him and was about to leave.
"Don't say it so early? Maybe I have what you want." The warlock was not angry, his eyes crooked, "There is nothing in this world that can't be traded, just look at how many chips can move people's hearts."
He took out two porcelain vases from his arms and poured out two golden elixirs.
"Have you seen it? This one is the Yanshou Pill, which can protect your face from ageing and stay young forever. This two is Yanshou Pill, which can extend the life of ordinary people for ten years. It is the best Yanshou pill that can be found right now." He said She stretched out her palm, as if Yuan Xianger couldn't refuse his temptation, "Do you want it?"
"No, I don't need it."
The Qingyuan Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly and persuaded: "Don't be underestimated. Although it can only last for ten years, it is really rare. Now that the aura is exhausted, it is not easy to open the furnace. There are no more in the world to find a few. Come. If it wasn't rare in the Sirius world, I would still be reluctant to exchange it with you. No matter how good the relationship between you and your apostle is, it is not as important as your own life, right?"
Yuan Xiang'er shook his head, took Nan He's hand, and walked out. No matter how precious life is, there are things in this world that cannot be exchanged. But Nan He turned around frequently, staring at the pill in the man's hand.
Watching them go away. Qingyuan touched the mane of the apostle sitting down, and shook his head in disbelief, "This is really rare, and there are people who can do Yanshou Wan."
After living in Datong Mansion for a few days, it was finally time to leave.
Qiu Yueming personally sent them far away, until the tall walls of Datong Mansion became blurred, and he stopped to see them off.
When parting, he stood in front of Yuan Xiang'er and didn't speak for a long time.
"Don't do this, Brother Qin Guan." Yuan Xianger comforted him softly, "I will go back now. In the future, there will always be time for our friends to meet each other."
Qiu Yueming twisted his eyebrows with restrained sadness in his eyes. He was a restrained and prudent person, and what he said that day was the limit he could do. Even if I feel reluctant to give up, I won't be entangled again.
"I will always remember that I was locked in that dark room at the time. You opened the door and helped me to get up. This kind of virtue, I will never forget."
Saying goodbye to Qiu Yueming, leaving Datong Mansion, the carriage Lulu headed south.
I was full of hope when I went, but I never thought that when I came back, even the replaced wife stayed in Datong Mansion.
Zhou Deyun was lost all along the way, full of sadness and haggard face.
"Is it really that bad for me? Isn't it okay if I changed everything?" He blushed as he ate at the dinner table.
"You look okay, and it's not that you didn't eat anything at home. Go back and marry another daughter-in-law." Wu Yuan raised her head from a pot of dried fish. "It's boring for a cow to press her head without eating grass? "
"Anyway, you humans can have three wives and four concubines. If you are afraid of not marrying one you are satisfied with, you can marry a few more and you can always have one you like." It was Hu Sanlang who said this. He spent several years in Jiaofang, right. Human beings are used to it.
"Whoever marries again, it's not a lady. I didn't feel anything when the lady was by my side. Now she says I don't want me, I..." Zhou Deyun suffocated his mouth, choked and couldn't eat. "Why is she alone? The woman would rather stay alone in that bitter cold place than go home with me. I can't understand, I can't understand, oh.
"It's because you don't understand what Ding Yan wants to be with you. You can't understand her at all, or you don't fit each other." Yuan Xianger sighed and patted his shoulder, "Forget it. Brother Zhou. Wu Yuan is right, the twisted melon is not sweet. Go back and adjust it and live your life well."
Zhou Deyun squeezed the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his head, tears pattering down, looking very pitiful.
In order to cheer him up, the servants of the Zhou family were more careful along the way. They often hired singers and actresses to perform and play music during breaks. It's just that Zhou Deyun is different from the past, always lacking in interest and unhappy.
In a blink of an eye, I returned to the vicinity of Kyoto and lived in the inn where I lived last time.
Hu Sanlang took the opportunity to go out to meet Hu Qing during a break, and came back on a runaway. "Strange, my sister never stayed out, but the people in Jiaofang said that she hadn't come back in two days."
"Really?" Yuan Xianger also remembered A Qing's piano skills very much, and missed this friend who had only a brief contact. "Tomorrow I will accompany you to take a look."
At night, the room was silent, Yuan Xianger slept on the bed, and Nan He, who turned into a body curled up in front of Yuan Xianger's bed, suddenly pricked up her ears.
"Axiang, someone is coming." He awakened Yuan Xianger.
Yuan Xianger sat up, holding a talisman between his fingertips, holding his breath and staring at the closed door.
There were a few secret footsteps in the corridor outside the door, plus some slight metal collisions.
With a crash, the door of the house was pushed open. An icy wind swept into the house with the smell of blood.
A pale-skinned man with long hair and loose hair appeared outside the house. He was wearing a shabby cloak, his hands and feet were shackled, and the pipa bones were pierced by iron chains, but it was a long-lost crossing.
Dushuo, who came to visit suddenly late at night, lost his former indifference and calmness. He had messy hair, bloodstained all over his body, and his trembling pale arm firmly supported the door frame, released his other hand, and rolled out a comatose nine-tailed fox from his arms.
"A Qing?"
"Sister Aqing!"
Hu Sanlang, who had just rushed over from next door, was taken aback. He rushed forward and helped A Qing who was in a coma, and found that although she was injured, her breath was still stable, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please... help me once. Please hide her." Du Shuo stared at Yuan Xiang'er, his eyes were black and green, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he stretched out his bloodied fingers to untie the worn robe on his body. , Draped it on Ah Qing, "Don't worry, with this robe, Bai Yupan will not find her."
He took off his robe and revealed his upper body. Yuan Xiang'er discovered that half of his body had long been stained red with blood. What's more shocking was that the iron chain that pierced his body was rattling and slowly entering from the wound. Going in and out, it seemed that a master was tightening his strength far away and demanding that he must return to him immediately.
Du Shuo didn't care about it. He just stared at Yuan Xiang'er and spoke word by word, "Please...please...you, okay?"
"Yes, I will take care of her. Don't worry." Yuan Xianger hurriedly replied, "But you..."
When Dushuo heard these words, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, "I'm fine."
The cold sweat on his forehead mixed with blood and water flowed across his cheek, but there was no trace of pain on his face. He only glanced at A Qing, who was unconscious in Saburo's arms and dressed in a robe, pinched a hand, and the figure disappeared outside the door.