The news of Li Xiu's dying death swept through the entire Tang Dynasty like a storm, and the Three Sages, as the holy land of the medical path, naturally also received the news, so Chu Heng estimated the other party's footsteps, and he had been waiting at the mountain gate for the past few days.

Mo Qinghuan knew this face, or she knew everyone Li Xiu had come into contact with during this time.

"Listen to Mo Qinghuan, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Building, I have something to ask to see the Grass Saint. ”

She stood beneath the thatched hall and spoke.

Different from Xiaonanqiao, Datang is a good time to bloom in spring at this moment, especially in a place full of vitality like Sanshengzhai, along the way, the flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields are chaotic.

It's beautiful.

If it is a drunken spring breeze, he will definitely find a red and blue place to float white, Su Sheng will laugh heartily and draw the mountains of flowers into the paper.

Even the most common passers-by will look sideways and look sideways.

It's pleasing to the eye.

It's just that Yang Buxing is not interested, Mo Qinghuan is anxious, and it doesn't matter what the scenery on the mountain is.

"I wonder why the Holy Maiden came this time?"

Chu Heng looked her up and down, with a joking face, feeling worthy of being the saintess of listening to the Snow Tower, and her appearance was even better than that of the little junior sister.

Mo Qinghuan ignored him and spoke again: "Listen to Mo Qinghuan, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Tower, and ask to see the Grass Saint." ”

Her voice was cold, but the anxiety in her tone could not be concealed.

Chu Heng stretched out his hand to dust off his pants, raised his eyes to look at her, and said lightly: "Li Xiu is dying, the whole country is busy, and it makes sense, but you Mo Qinghuan also want to save him, which is very unreasonable." ”

Yang Buding held his sword and was silent.

Mo Qinghuan's gaze finally fell on his face, and his gaze was cold.

Chu Heng didn't care, and continued: "As we all know, the holy daughter of Tingxue Tower is also qualified to inherit the position of the owner of the building, and there is only one Li Xiu in front of you, if he dies, Tingxue Tower is yours." ”

Chu Heng stood up from the ground, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her face.

That sounds like a lot of sense.

Mo Qinghuan's eyes changed slightly, and what she longed for most for countless days and nights was that seat.

Other than that, nothing is tasteless compared to it.

The corners of Chu Heng's mouth gradually raised, and the sarcasm in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense.

The spring breeze with the fragrance of flowers blew Yang Buding's hair hanging in front of his forehead, he turned sideways, and glanced at Mo Qinghuan, a little cold rising under his feet.

But that's Li Xiu.

That seat is less important than that.

"If you're here just to talk nonsense, then please get out of the way. ”

Mo Qinghuan said.

It seems that she chose to refuse.

The smile on Chu Heng's face did not disappear, he took a few steps back to the side, leaned back, and let go of the door of the grass hall.

Mo Qinghuan took a step forward.

Chu Heng spoke again: "Master, his old man is not in the grass hall, and he left half a month ago. ”

The news of Li Xiu's dying spread all over the Tang Dynasty a month ago, and the grass saint left half a month ago, why is this?

If it is put on others, it will definitely be thought that it is because Li Xiu has reduced half of the imperial court's resources for the Three Sages, so it annoys his old man.

But this is not possible because he is a grass saint.

The grass saint has the world in mind, and is extremely bright and upright in both life and work.

Therefore, it is not necessary to die and not to be saved.

Mo Qinghuan fell silent, feeling very tired of this spring day and the fragrance of flowers.

Yang Wuxing pulled out the sword in his arms, and the cold under his feet swept forward and extended into the grass hall, he looked at Chu Heng and said in a cold tone: "If I kill you with a sword now, I don't know if the grass saint will appear?"

It is not a pleasant thing for anyone to be pointed with a sword by a person who ranks nineteenth on a piece of straw paper.

Especially since the frost on the ground had spread to the surface of his feet.

That's even more uncomfortable.

But there was no fear on Chu Heng's face, nor was he afraid.

He just looked at Mo Qinghuan, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

......

Mo Qinghuan stretched out his hand to stop Yang Buding and asked, "What do you want?"

The wind and clouds in the sky are gradually changing, in addition to the grass and warblers flying in the spring, there is also spring rain, and only this kind of moment makes Chang'an and Jiangnan generally hazy.

The spring breeze blew up from the bottom of the mountain, sweeping away the dust on the black and white stone surface, and many flower petals fell on the stone surface with the rising momentum, and then turned into light smoke along with the dust.

The carols of the Ten Years of Sacrifice resounded in the snowfield, and the huge black altar looked even colder like a junction to the Nine Shadows.

Chu Heng had a hint of playfulness on his face.

"Listen to the holy daughter of Xuelou is beautiful in the world, I want to see if I can still be beautiful if I take off my clothes?"

He teased, leaning against the pillar of the grass hall gate with his arms on his chest, and raised his eyebrows.

Yang Buxiang took a step forward, and the flowers and plants within a radius of a few zhang broke off, flying in front of him like catkins, messing up the circle in front of him.

Chu Heng's gaze looked at Mo Qinghuan through the debris of flowers and plants.

There is a scent of grass around the nose.

Mo Qinghuan didn't speak, and the broken petals of flowers and plants fell on her head, hanging on the inky hair hanging on both sides.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun was halfway down the mountain, and the spring rain that had been brewing for a long time did not fall after all.

Then she put her hand on the collar of her shirt and unbuttoned it.

Yang Wuxing reached out and pressed her arm,

Chu Heng sighed, the smile and ridicule on his face disappeared, and he said softly, "It's really boring." ”

He shook his head, took a small bottle from his bosom, threw it out.

Yang Buding reached out and took it.

Mo Qinghuan looked at him with a cold face.

"This is the medicine given by the master, Li Xiu is carrying a demon seed, it is not a disease, so it cannot be cured, this medicine can only be suppressed for a period of time. ”

Chu Heng explained.

The two did not move.

Chu Heng's raised eyebrows gradually fell: "What's the matter?" do you think I really want to see your body?"

He scoffed.

"I just don't want anyone to ruin my master's sign. ”

When the words fell, Chu Heng turned around and walked into the grass hall.

Yang Buxing looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, opened the lid and looked at it, knowing that this was the holy medicine of the Three Holy Zhai.

So he nodded.

Mo Qinghuan glanced up at the word grass hall, didn't stop, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Between steps, look at the spring and the fragrance of flowers.

A bowl of cherries!

......

After the two left, Chu Heng reappeared at the door of the cottage, standing on the black and white stone, not knowing what to do, his hands were a little wet, and then he wiped his body casually, looking at the direction of Xiaonanqiao.

An old man with gray hair appeared beside him, stretched out a hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Second boy, you still gave her the world of medicine." ”

Chu Heng snorted coldly, shook off his grass sage's hand, and said disdainfully: "How can my son of the Tang Dynasty die in the hands of outsiders?"