The spy was completely dead, a head lost its shape, it was concave, the skull was broken into several pieces, and blood was gushing out in large volumes. Rong Luoyun crouched down beside the fresh and warm corpse, rubbed his hands clean, and then groped carefully.

In early autumn, the shirts were still light and thin, but the waistbands were extra heavy and double-layered. He tore it open along the edge, with a packet of medicinal powder in it, which was used for dying in a pinch, and a token the size of a mung bean cake.

Rong Luoyun held up the token and stood up. He fought, fooled, committed murder, and did all the work before he took off the veil. There is not much difference, the forest can't see the five fingers, like a blind man with his eyes open.

The blood is strong here, and beasts will soon be attracted, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

He led the horse away, and he couldn't see the Big Dipper under the dense tree, so he couldn't tell the direction. After walking around for a while, when he drank the last drop of water in his bag, he saw a candle light in the distance.

Rong Luoyun walked towards the bright light, wanting to stay overnight.

As he walked closer, he seemed to reach the foot of the mountain, where a small plain gauze lamp hung under the eaves, illuminating the closed door. He got closer, stopped on the stone steps outside the door, and finally saw the house clearly.

By accident, he went to the ancient temple where he borrowed last time.

Above that was the Zen courtyard where he had lived for several days.

Rong Luoyun picked up a branch, lit it with a small lamp, and climbed the steps with a light guide. The further up you go, the thicker the fallen leaves pile up, and it is very soft when you step on it. It seems that since they left, few people go to the temple.

They were two at the time.

He was subjected to the quenching palm, and the pain was terrible, Huo Linfeng carried him slowly up the steps. Xu is too weak, he covets and relies on the broad shoulders, leaning on it, clinging, and even the blood from the corners of his mouth rubs against the shoulders of dirty people.

He kept wiping, Huo Linfeng laughed and made him itchy.

As Rong Luoyun climbed the steps, he recalled and waved the branches in his hand happily. He remembered that Huo Linfeng couldn't hide the young master's temperament at all. He pulled his face when cleaning, and frowned when he made the bed, looking extremely reluctant.

But he was in so much pain at the time that he sat on the threshold and foolishly asked his eldest brother to come and save him. He said softly - Du Zhong, I feel so painful.

Rong Luoyun suddenly stopped and stood on the steps in a daze, his cheeks quietly changing color in the dark. He only remembered calling out pain twice, once when he was injured, and once when Huo Linfeng got him in the water...

"Hey!" He patted his forehead, "Don't think about it!"

A gust of mountain wind blew, and he annoyed: "Huo, don't provoke me!"

Rong Luoyun was talking to himself, and when he looked back, he realized that he had only reached nearly a hundred steps. He really couldn't think about it any more, and if he thought about it any longer, was afraid that Tianming would not be able to reach the Chanyuan.

Walk faster, use Bafangyou to fly and jump, and finally finish the 400th step. As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, more than a dozen sleeping wild dogs suddenly woke up and rushed towards him barking wildly.

How to forget this, Rong Luoyun quickly got into the house, closed the broken door and breathed a sigh of relief. Low candles illuminated half of the room, no one came for a long time, and the tables and chairs were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Fortunately, there was a quilt in the closet, and when saw it, it was the same set that was covered last time. He laid down hastily, lay down in his clothes, curled up, staring at the still-gray wall.

Sleep on your own, so boring.

When it was cold, no one covered him, when he was thirsty, no one offered him water to drink, he had nightmares, and no one hugged and hugged him softly.

He also doesn't want anyone else, tall, with broad shoulders and a strong waist, being muddy when he speaks silly, and handsome when he speaks nicely, preferably his real name is Huo, and his pseudonym is Du. That's what he wants.

Rong Luoyun clenched the corner of the pillow and said that he should not think about it, but he kept thinking about it.

Huo Linfeng, where are you at this moment?

After running around all day, have you had a good meal, covered the quilt and slept?

I can't sleep in bed at the moment, I always miss you, do you also?

Luoyun is going crazy. After knowing that Huo Zhao killed his parents, he became a little crazy. He couldn't help thinking, who owes whom in this life, what kind of cause he planted in his previous life, and what kind of sin he did?

If there is a next life, don't ask him to meet Huo Linfeng, and don't meet by chance.

Each married, had a son and a half daughter, and died peacefully and plainly. Rong Luoyun closed his eyes and covered the quilt to block out the scattered candlelight.

For a long time, he muttered under the quilt: "Huo Linfeng... What kind of lady will you marry?"

I can't hold the moon, Bao Luo can't, to read and read, at least recognize "stagger". The qin clothes are not good either. At that time, one plays the qin and the other plays the flute. The neighbors think that there will be mourning every day. It's even worse than that of my sister. She has a very delicate mind. The surname Huo was found to be telling a lie, which sounded miserable.

Rong Luoyun is really a strange man in all corners of the world. He first committed murder in the middle of the night, and then sneaked into the Zen courtyard. Now he is sleeping alone in a dirty house, separated by fierce wild dogs, thinking hard, searching with all his heart, and finally came to a conclusion.

——Huo Linfeng is not suitable for marrying anyone.

Four hundred miles away, Huo Linfeng stopped and stopped at the gate of the post house in the boundary of Yingzhou.

The officials have been waiting for a long time. Those who feed the horses and those who carry the burdens have already prepared the food and drinks. Du Zheng had been on horseback for a day, but when he got off, his legs were crossed, as if he was disabled.

"Just go out, you don't have to wait." As soon as he entered the room, Huo Linfeng waved the others away.

The master and servant were at the same table, and Du Zheng was so hungry that he ate a duck leg three times and five minutes apart. Raising his eyes a little, he tore off the other and handed it over, asking, "Master, why don't you move the chopsticks?"

Huo Linfeng said, "I don't have much appetite."

Du Zheng persuaded: "It's hard to travel, so I should eat some." He took out a ball of handkerchiefs from his arms, opened them up layer by layer, and inside were candied green plums.

"Young master, chew two appetizers." He used his trump card, "It's preserved fruit after a long time. It was made by the second palace master. I wanted to try it when he returned to the palace next time."

Huo Linfeng moved slightly when he heard the words, and put one in his mouth. He grabbed the chopsticks, and took advantage of the unfinished taste in his mouth, and ate a big mouthful of food.

After filling his stomach, he went to bed and rested, and he had to continue his journey the next morning. The candle in the room was extinguished, he lay on his back, and said to himself, "I don't know what happened to Rong Luoyun."

Du Zheng was on the couch: "Second Palace Master is alone in the empty boudoir, so he must be missing the young master."

"..." Huo Linfeng frowned secretly, "If someone accompanies him, wouldn't he miss him?"

This "someone" means Lu Zhun or Diao Yuliang, and Duan Huaike is really good, but Du Zheng is full of vulgarity and misunderstands: "No way? The young master has only been gone for a day, and he is looking for other handsome brothers?"

Huo Linfeng beat the bed and yelled, "Stop farting!" It wasn't enough to scare the guy, "One day is really short, it's not like you and Meizi have been separated for a long time, and I'm afraid that when you return to the Hou Mansion, things will be different."

After all, the room was silent, and no one answered.

He glanced at the small couch, could it be that he couldn't bear the blow, annoyed?

After a long while, Du Zheng muttered: "Tell the young master, I have all the moon silver, and I went to the hairpin treasure pavilion to choose a hairpin. This time back to Saibei, if Meizi gets married as a wife, I will be her mother's elder brother, and I will take care of her. The silver will make up her dowry. If she is not married, the silver and hairpin will be used as a dowry for her."

Huo Linfeng listened in silence, envious, even jealous, the good times he once had are over.

When will he and Rong Luoyun meet again in this life?

When we meet again, love is not love, not love, but the grievances of the elders.

Huo Linfeng rolled over and buried himself on the pillow, unable to figure it out, forced himself to fall asleep as soon as possible. The other party said that there was nothing else in the dream, only the two of them, and everything was clean.

The bright moon shines on the long night, even though they are separate, they are in the same world.

At the time of Chen, the monks in the ancient temple recited sutras and worshipped the Buddha, and a young monk cleaned and caught a glimpse of the good horse at the foot of the mountain. Looking up at the mountain, he was so high that he was too lazy to go up.

In this scene, all the wild dogs in the Zen courtyard had returned to the mountain, Rong Luoyun had just woken up, and was lying on the kang in a daze. In the rustling, he touched his chest, remembering the first time Huo Linfeng had probed his heart.

It was embarrassing at the time, and for the first time he was in a mess.

He got up and left the kang. The dusty wooden basin was placed on the edge of the kang. It was the one he used to wipe his body. Stepping into the courtyard, the bench, the water tank, and the old door of the next-door kitchen were slightly open.

Huo Linfeng dressed him and washed his hair.

They crowded around the stove to roast rabbits to eat, and Huo Linfeng wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.

This Fang Chanyuan is like a dense net, Rong Luoyun is in it, surrounded by all kinds of things in the past. He took a step and glanced, there were memories everywhere.

He really understood the feeling of touching the scene and left in a hurry, not daring to stay for a moment.

About to step down two steps, Rong Luoyun paused again: "That night..." He said aloud, that night was here, he gave Huo Linfeng a ginkgo gray handkerchief, and the other party hugged him happily.

Exactly who provoked whom first, he could not remember.

Rong Luoyun shook his head, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, think about it again, it's a worthless tortoise king. He rushed downwards, and the Zen courtyard was getting farther and farther, and the four hundred steps hurriedly passed by.

The little monk who was sweeping the floor saw it and said in surprise, "Donor, you..."

Rong Luoyun put his hands together: "Amitabha."

The little monk asked, "Are you the benefactor who was injured last time?" He remembered and brushed a small bun for the other party. "The benefactor is alone? What about the benefactor who took care of you?"

Rong Luoyun went crazy: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, I have parted ways with him."

The little monk was puzzled, and just as he was about to ask, the beautiful lunatic had already reined in his horse and galloped away toward the south. He continued to sweep the floor, about the time it took to sweep the third step, and when the horse's hoof stepped on it, the beautiful lunatic left and returned.

"What's the matter with the donor?"

Rong Luoyun asked awkwardly, "In the temple... can I ask for a talisman of peace?"

The little monk nodded: "The abbot consecrated the light, you need to know the name of the donor."

Rong Luoyun didn't ask for himself, he hesitated: "My name is Huo Linfeng..."

After he turned back, he delayed for an hour, worshipped Buddha and recited sutras, and it took a lot of effort to get the peace talisman. When he got what he wanted, he left happily and rushed back to Xiganling without a break.

When entering the city gate, Rong Luoyun brushed shoulders with the two of them. The two men were carrying soft burdens and were the servants of the General's Mansion. Judging from the situation, it should have been dismissed.

Rong Luoyun thought about it and ran to the general's mansion, and turned into the main garden again.

He didn't know what to do either, so he wrapped the beam around the building, entered the house lightly, and played a snitch in broad daylight. As soon as he landed, his eyes fell on the wall.

One blank, one missing.

The remaining one was extraordinarily lonely, as if waiting for him to come.

Rong Luoyun watched intently and called out - My love Linfeng.