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Luo Changfeng has disappeared for more than a month.

Since hearing the turmoil of the Eight Hundred Sects, the beautiful figure in red clothes on the towering silver city in the vast world began to look around like crazy to find out Luo Changfeng's whereabouts.

But no matter how many Yan Lingwei was sent, even if she abandoned her past grudges and sent someone to write to Dongchu to ask Ming Wang Junzeyu, there was still no news.

No one knew where the city lord she was concerned about was, just as if Luo Changfeng had escaped from heaven and earth in an instant after leaving Tiandong. Not only him, but even his senior brother Huangfu Yi had no trace.

...

At the top of Silver City, the red robe and black hair have been dyed with snowflakes.

The sad face that could not be lowered was locked in the pretty face. An Hongdou looked at the crowds of people in the silver world under her feet, and at the bustling streets and lively crowds in the city, crystal tears unconsciously slipped down the corners of her eyes.

Thinking of the echo from Tianji Pavilion just now, she couldn't think of the person who couldn't even find out whereabouts of Tianji Pavilion. Who else in this world knows where Luo Changfeng will go after leaving Tiandong?

She knew he must have been injured.

It's a very serious injury.

It’s not that she could not trust that senior brother. No matter when and where, she just wanted to stay by his side, just like a guest who had been respected for the past ten years.

But now, when he was most painful and fragile, she could only guard Silver City and look at her.

She began to regret a little, regretting why she didn't follow him.

The extremely light steps came from behind, like stepping on snow without scars. After teaching his disciple for a long time, An Hongdou knew that he was the weird Song Lingyun girl without turning around.

She wiped the tears gently and forced a smile: "You girl, don't practice well, and are you playing around?"

Song Lingyun stepped forward and held An Hongdou's thin wrist and said coquettishly: "There is no disciple, it is the Grandpa Yuwen who asked me to send a message to the master's wife."

An Hongdou Cangfeng Yu pointed at Xiao Songsong's nose, revealing a little doting look: "What should Uncle Yuwen explain?"

Song Lingyun, who was subtly influenced by the virtues of the academy since she was young, was determined to worship the academy and studied when she grew up, said happily: "It's a new academy. Grandpa Yuwen's leader said that there was a pavilion on Mount Bodhi."

An Hongdou thought he heard it wrong and repeated the sentence inconclusively: "A pavilion set up on Mount Bodhi?"

Miscellaneous thoughts poured into my mind for no reason.

How could a tower be built after Bodhi Mountain was abandoned for more than ten years? Could it be that he? Did he and his senior brother hide in the former site of the academy after leaving Twelve Star River?

"Have your injury healed?"

"Has the demonic nature of the butcher knife been suppressed?"

"Is it my senior brother's help?"

"Why do you want to build a pavilion? Are you planning to reopen Bodhi Academy to restore the former glory of the Taoist Holy Land? But why are you so anxious? Now that the alien race is surrounded by civil strife, the chaos has already begun and the great world has not yet begun, it is inappropriate..."

Too many questions to be answered.

An Hongdou didn't think much about it. She knew that these answers were in Bodhi Mountain. As long as she found Luo Changfeng's whereabouts, all the questions were no longer a difficult problem.

Because for her, no matter how many questions she has, she only needs one answer.

That is Luo Changfeng.

She just needs to know where Luo Changfeng is safe!

She decided to temporarily entrust Yincheng to Uncle Yuwen for the time being, and she wanted to go to Bodhi Mountain to see the newly-launched academy in person.

...

It's dusk.

The setting sun shines on the earth, and the green trees, red flowers, green mountains and blue waters are all included under the beautiful lines. It is so beautiful.

Suddenly a carriage passed through the sideways and entered this quiet scene.

The one who drove was a thin old slave with bright eyes.

From a distance, I saw a figure who was lying on the river bank next to the side road. The old slave in the ancient road hurriedly tied the reins and forced the carriage to stop.

The car window was pushed open, and a pair of clear and tender eyes popped out. The girl in silk and satin asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Xu?"

The old slave knew that he was suddenly stopped and bumpy. He shocked the girl in the car and looked at the river bank with guilt and said, "Girl, there is someone there."

The girl wearing silk is naturally not the girl she calls her.

The girl is the girl in the carriage.

The girl dresses cleanly and wears light makeup. She has a pair of autumn water pupils and a dress that cannot be covered by a very seductive slim figure.

A girl is beautiful, an indescribable beauty.

Her beauty is more slutty and charming than many famous ladies, and more mature gentleness than those beautiful women who are beautiful but also more beautiful.

She is like an artist who lives in a brothel, cleaner than the people in the building, but more imaginative than the people in the boudoir.

But the most beautiful thing is her heart.

Perhaps she felt sympathy in countless hard and unbearable years of past experiences and had a familiar experience. She could not stand by and ignore the fainting figures that appeared on the river bank.

Finally, with the help of the old slave and the girl, Luo Changfeng, who was covered in black and covered in silver hair and covered in blood, was washed by the river water, but still had scars on his wounds, was carried onto the carriage.

The carriage is driving in the picturesque sky.

This place has entered Longxiang County.

A pair of jade hands, who had always been playing the piano and playing the strings, personally cleaned Luo Changfeng's pale cheeks. Seeing the girl who was serving the side was puzzled: "Miss is kind-hearted. This person is from unknown origin and is not afraid of causing any trouble."

The girl smiled, and there was a hint of misery in her smile: "It was the life of duckweed wandering without roots. I don't know that life and death have no future when I go there, so why are you afraid of disasters coming to you?"

The girl took the scarf from the girl and put it in a wooden basin to clean it: "But we can't bring him with us."

The girl did not deny it, lifted the curtain of the lifting car and looked at the Fancheng that was looming in the distance: "The front is Longxiang County. When we find a medical officer, we will leave again and it will be a waste of treatment.

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The girl sighed helplessly: "Pray, don't miss the date."

The girl smiled bitterly and said nothing.

The girl and the old slave were hired by the master's family for money. Their task was to send themselves to their destination. If the trip date was delayed for other things, the outcome of these two people can be imagined.

A girl who has been born in troubled times but has always been kind-hearted can't bear to implicate others. Now that life is like this, how dare I work for innocent people to be buried with you?

She looked at Luo Changfeng, who was unconscious with silver hair, and thought that she would turn a young man at such an age. It must be a bad life and had experienced many vicissitudes.

...

The carriage drove into Longxiang County, the second county in Tiannan, second only to Jiangling.

According to the itinerary arranged by the employer in advance, the carriage was parked in front of the inn courtyard that had been prepared. There were servants waiting in front of the door for a long time. When they saw the old slave and the girl who drove the car, a strange man in black and silver hair, getting off the car.

The head of the slave frowned slightly.

After all, he was from a large sect, so the general manager covered up the displeasure and waved his hand to signal the slave to come forward to help.

The girl said, "Is this Mr. Zhao?"

The general manager bent down and smiled, "Zhao Qiansun, the outer deacon of Yi Shenzong, has seen a girl."

The girl nodded and said, "I'm sorry, General Zhao, to find a doctor in the city. After this person is safe, we can continue on the road."

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