107 Cuigu fans can't remember

Let's say that Nangong Xia came to a valley with Qinghui. The valley is beautiful and decorated. Looking at the flowers and plants and butterflies flying up and down between the flowers and plants, Nangong Xia's slightly depressed mood is better. Not long after the two walked, Nangong Xia saw many exquisite tombs neatly arranged. The Yuhua Palace has been established for thousands of years, but there is no basis for heaven. There are several people who can really become the body of immortals. Presumably most of the disciples can't be recovered except for their death in the outside world. Most of the disciples of the Yuhua Palace should sleep here. The body should be rotten here with the earth.

Before Nangong Xia came to a tomb, the tombstone was engraved with the words "The Tomb of Yuhua Palace Qingyi Real People", and the day of the monument was July 15 of Yihai. Seeing this, Nangong Xia sighed in his heart. He never thought that he would be trapped in the cracks of the jade mine for so long, but he thought that he could be silent from the spirit. How can the time be less from the period to the first infancy?

"Master, my disciple came to see you." Nangong Xiadao took out the incense candle sacrifice prepared by Qinghui, then put it in front of the mausoleum and worshipped according to the ceremony.

Let's not talk about the worship ceremony in detail. After Nangong Xia's worship, he returned to Xianxia Valley alone and looked at all the chaos in the valley. Nangong Xia had to shake her head and roll up her sleeves to take care of everything here. This place has been taken care of for a long time, so Nangong Xia only cleaned up the house and spent a long time. When he finished tidying it up, it was getting late. Looking at the stars all over the sky and the stars across the sky, Nangong Xia had a feeling that he was going to get lost and go with it.

Taking out the piano, Nangong Xia stroked the piano alone. The sound of the piano came out, but Nangong Xia felt that he seemed to have changed into a part of the mountains and rivers of the world. He was also sent by the light wind like white fog, drifting to the sky, scattered among the mountains, and the crisp birds singing among the mountains, as if it were accompanied by his piano sound. It's such harmony, that kind of beauty.

At the end of the piano, Nangong Xia's mood was still as blue as the sky and as quiet as a valley. After put away the piano, Nangong Xia returned to the room. At this time, although his mood was still empty, there was an unspeakable loss in his heart. Nangong Xia couldn't figure out where this loss came from. Since he couldn't figure it out, he no longer forced himself to think about it. He put his clothes and went to bed and fell asleep as usual, although he could Practice instead of sleeping. Although sleep seems to have become a waste of time for him at this time, Nangong Xia still maintains the habit of sleeping, just as he did not practice or practiced shallowly.

The next day, the crisp bird song awakened Nanxia from a shallow sleep. Nangong Xia beat some mountain springs and prepared some tea, and then picked up a branch on the ground and danced casually. At this time, what he danced was only ordinary swordsmanship. There was not even a trace of Taoist power attached to the branch, but he saw that the branch was still up and down. Flying, the speed is extremely fast.

Zhao Mingguang came here and saw that Nangong Xia was dancing with a branch as a sword. He stood on one side without disturbing him. When Nangong Xia saw someone coming, he put away the branches and said to him, "Mingguang, you're here."

"Uncle, your sword..." Zhao Mingguang pointed to the branch in Nangong Xia's hand, but his face was full of embarrasment.

"My sword has been lost. The person who stole my sword is the Ziling who took me to the cave to avoid disaster that day." Nangong Xiadao, he led the other party to sit on the side of the stone table, and then prepared some clear tea for him. These teas were prepared after Nangong Xia woke up in the morning. At this time, the tea was still warm, but it was no longer hot.

Zhao Mingguang took the tea handed over by Nangong Xia, put it on the table, and then said, "No, before I went back to the Yuhua Palace, I saw that the mausoleum was dead, and I brought your sword back for you."

"Yes, thank you very much." Nangong Xia was happy to hear this, but when he saw that the other party did not mean to return the sword to himself, he asked, "What about my sword?"

When Zhao Mingguang heard this, he smiled awkwardly, then spread his hands, and then said to Nangong Xia, "At that time, we had not found you for a long time, and we saw that the person who took us as refuge was dead, and your sword was lost. We thought that all three of you had been poisoned by others. Your Naturally, the sword is handed over to the Yuhua Palace for temporary storage. These magic weapons are usually passed on to other predestined disciples after a few years.

"Then my sword has been given away." Nangong Xiadao, although he is concerned, on the surface, he seems to be talking about other people's affairs.

"How come, Uncle is just missing, and I'm not sure that you were really killed. And several seniors tried it, and you can use the sword freely, and others can't use it at all. Zhao Mingguang said that he picked up the tea on the table and tasted it gently. Although this tea is only a vulgar thing in the world, it tastes extremely mellow.

"Oh, in this case, why didn't the seniors in the door return the sword to me when I mentioned that my sword had been lost?" Nangong Xiadao saw that the other party had finished drinking the tea, so he took the pot and poured another cup for him.

"I don't know about this either." Zhao Mingguang said, he shook his head and then answered, "Maybe it's because of Sima Hanling, so no one has thought of this matter. Maybe he will return it to you in a few days."

"Oh." Seeing this, Nangong Xia stopped talking about the sword. In his opinion, it should be much better to get this sword in the hands of Yuhua Palace than in the hands of Ziling.

"Can you tell me about your uncle and sister Sima? Sister Sima has been lonely all her life. She was harmed by others in her early years. She has been suffering from illness for many years and can't grow up. Now she has died of her life, which is really hard to let go. Zhao Mingguang said that although he also wanted to visit Nangong Xia, he wanted to ask about the situation when Sima Hanling died.

Nangong Xia told the incident in detail. Of course, there were still some things that could not be known to the other party. He said for a long time before he finished the matter. After that, he took out a jade pendant and a piece of chalcedony and put it on the table.

Zhao Mingguang first picked up the jade pendant. He looked at the inscription and decorative patterns on it and said to Nangong Xia, "This thing is the love token of her sister and her little husband. In fact, I have already told her that her little husband has passed away. Even if he is not died, the two are also strangers. How can they meet again? Ju, I really don't know how old she was at that time. Why can't she forget it after so many years?

Nangong Xia looked at the jade pendant in Zhao Mingguang's hand and recalled Sima Hanling. After a while, he said, "Maybe she doesn't really like each other. That should be her dream, a dream that she can grow up. She pinned this dream on that person. Although Sima Hanling is not restrained by nature, she must have been so injured in the early years that she pressed these things in her heart. After a long time, maybe even she can't understand her thoughts.

"Well, it's really possible. Why didn't I think of it?" Zhao Mingguang said, looking at the jade pendant in his hand, he shook his head gently, then put it on the table, and then said, "When she handed this thing to her uncle, she said something."

Nangxia shook her head and said, "She seemed to want to say something, but at that time, she was exhausted and did not make things clear."

"I also know some of these things, so let me say it. Her husband fell into the river, so she went to the bank of Hanshui every year to look for it, but she didn't tell us anything she wanted to find." Zhao Mingguang handed over the jade pendant to Nangong Xia, and then sighed gently, "She handed this thing to your hand and must want you to help her find it, but she didn't think that she didn't say what she was looking for until the end of her life. It must also be the relic of his little husband."

"Falling into the water?!" Nangong Xia seemed to think of something, but when he wanted to grab it, the idea was as dim and close as a layer of paper. Nangong Xia didn't know how to break the layer of paper, but he felt that it was extremely important to him, so he thought about it, but the result was a severe headache. The headache almost made Nangong Xia faint.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you, uncle." Zhao Mingguang saw that Nangong Xia put his hands on his head and his face was full of pain. He had to get up to help him.

"I'm fine, but I didn't suffer a little injury from practice before. You help me back and I'll be fine if I take a break." Nangong Xia said that he could not think about it anymore when he saw it. At this time, the headache gradually faded away.

"Good." Zhao Mingguang said that he saw that Nangong Xia's face was better, so he helped Nangong Xia back to the house with a little relief.

"I want to rest alone. You can go first." Nangong Xiadao, after saying that, he sat on the bed, but he did not practice, but looked at Zhao Mingguang.

"Uncle, be careful, I'll leave first." Zhao Mingguang said, and then went out of the door. After Zhao Mingguang went far away, he looked back at the place where Nangong Xia was and whispered, "He is so talented that only Sima can be compared to Yuhua Palace. If Sima is still there, can she give birth to Yuanying now like him?"

Thinking that Sima Hanling had died, Zhao Mingguang sighed slightly in his heart, and then he went forward. Sima Hanling was saved by him and his master. Later, Sima Hanling was seriously ill, and he felt more sorry for the other party. In his heart, Sima Hanling needed to be taken care of like his own sister, and now... Zhao Mingguang didn't want to imagine anymore.

If he knew that although Sima Hanling died, he could not even enter reincarnation, how would he feel? Of course, Sima Hanling could not enter the six reincarnations, and no one knew about this matter except for the Qinghui Taoist who had a very high skill in Yuhua Palace.

Let's say that Nangong Xia sat in ** and recalled what Zhao Mingguang said just now. Thinking about the dreams he often see, he whispered, "Is there any connection between the two?" However, Ren Nangongxia can't get any answer to how to think about it.

At this time, Nangong Xia's headache gradually dissipated, and the strange feeling no longer existed. Nangong Xia saw that he had nothing to gain, so he stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out the piano and played a song alone to dispel the disturbing thoughts in his heart.