After giving an explanation, she went back to the cave. With the two main medicines sent by the Shen family master, she felt that this time she should be able to successfully refine the advanced medicinal liquid.

She hadn't learned the technique of refining medicine here, so she used the same technique she used in her previous life, extracting the essence of the medicinal liquid from the medicine to prepare the spiritual liquid, and she was busy because she hadn't been out of the stone room for a few days.

At the same time, Mo Ye, who was far away in the imperial city, was busy during this time to make himself forget about the little monk temporarily. It can almost be said that since he returned to the present, he has been in a busy state every day, and his situation has also made Dark One and Black Wind a little worried.

"It's not a way for the master to go on like this! You see that he is buried in dealing with things all day long, and if he continues like this, I am worried that he will not be able to bear it! Black Wind said, worried in his heart.

Dark One was silent for a while, and said: "During this period of great rectification, the people below are also complaining, and yesterday there were secret guards who came to ask me, what happened to the master?" ”

Hei Feng hesitated and said, "You said, if you arrange for the master to come and wait, will it divert his mind?" Let him not always think about Master Tang? ”

Hearing this, he glanced at him and said, "If you dare, you can arrange it, but I don't dare anyway." "If he dares to do that, he will probably be transferred away from his master.

"What then? Just let him go on like this? Hei Feng asked helplessly.

"Perhaps, after a while, the master will gradually forget." Secretly speaking, he was not sure in his heart.

Dark One and Hei Feng thought that his master was handling affairs, and Mo Ye in the study did carry a brush and sat there with a focused expression, however, if someone approached him, he would see that what was placed in front of him was not a transaction ledger that needed to be reviewed and processed, but a blank piece of paper, and a bald little monk appeared vividly on the white paper.

Delicate and excellent facial features, with cunning and smart eyes, a light smile hanging on his lips, a purple earring in his ear, green clothes, a round bamboo hanging obliquely on the waist, the corners of the clothes faintly seem to have a wind Buddha moving, with a trace of elegant dusty atmosphere, he folded his hands and looked ahead, as if he was smiling and whispering to him at this time: Amitabha, donor, you have a fate with the Buddha.

He put down the pen in his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the cheek of the person in the painting, and even now, he did not know how he could fall in love with such a person.

Originally, he thought that his love for him was only because he matched his eyes, and he was just like a confidant and friend to him, but he didn't know when he quietly changed his taste.

It turns out that when you fall in love with someone, you will really not see each other for a day, such as missing every three autumns.

He thought that distance could make him forget, but he didn't know that the farther away he was, the deeper he thought.

But he also knows that for the rest of his life, he can only bury this feeling deep in his heart and never let him notice half of it......

A few days passed, in the Tianlong Academy on the other side, Tang Ning, who had been in retreat for several days, looked at the spiritual liquid refined in front of him, and laughed in the stone room, and the laughter spread, even the three Han Zhi people outside the cave could hear it.

"Why did Tang Tang smile so happily? Is he okay? Xing Yue couldn't help but ask, looking at the closed door of the stone room suspiciously: "I haven't seen him for many days, doesn't he have to eat?" Isn't he hungry? ”