"Our business?"

"But before that, the first thing I want to know is her business." Bai Chengzhou turned his head and looked at Ren Shaohua.

The eyes that had always been as calm as water finally revealed their urgency at this moment.

Even now, he still remembers the promise he made back then.

Back by the Qingshui River, a small actor bravely expressed his love to the woman playing the piano by the river under the urging of his good brother Bai Yulang.

But the woman did not answer, but stopped the piano in her hand.

The little actor waited from dusk to night until the light emitted by the fireflies filled the entire night sky and illuminated the snow all over the ground.

At this moment, the woman suddenly laughed, and her fingers swept, and she played the piano full of Flush Snow.

"I heard that you are a sect who is good at making masks. One day, I will deliver the mask I made with myself to your hands. I will answer this mask."

Since then, the little actor likes to sing opera wearing masks.

The true face under the mask is always waiting for that answer.

Ren Shaohua immediately understood, took out the mask from his arms and handed it to Bai Chengzhou.

"What's the name of this mask?" Bai Chengzhou took the mask.

"Cute grass." Ren Shaohua replied.

The incomplete mask was like a butterfly's wings, and an inch of dead grass formed in the corner of the wings. After Bai Chengzhou touched it for a long time, he finally shook his head with a smile.

Only then did Ren Shaohua understand what his mother said at that time.

That sentence: Seeing the piano is like a meeting, but also hiding the meeting is like a meeting.

"The fragrant grass turns into butterflies, and you are picking it up." Bai Chengzhou read out the profound meaning contained in the mask, "You are really joking. How could I not remember you? But you, forgot what you should have been."

Lin'an City, on the Huiyu Tower, in the wing room.

"This world is composed of regrets." The woman turned her head slightly, looked at the candlelight that flickered in front of the white veil and the candle tears that flowed all over the floor. She laughed out loud and slowly closed her eyes.

It's about to end after burning for so long.

Gu Jingyao dragged his scarred body and walked on the street with a wall, but he couldn't hold on until he could hold on. He staggered to the ground and ate the dirt all over his mouth.

"You almost died." An old voice sounded.

"I have died many times." Hearing this familiar voice, Gu Jingyao smiled miserably.

"If I'm here, you won't die." A gust of wind passed by, and an old man fell to Gu Jingyao. He stretched out his hand and brushed over Gu Jingyao's forehead. Gu Jingyao suddenly felt a warm current with the fragrance of medicine pounce on him, dissipating the pain in his body.

"Why do you need to save me repeatedly?" Gu Jingyao gritted his teeth and held the dust and plants all over his hands.

"In this world, there are many people who want to pass you and want answers that you don't know. I can understand your mood at this moment." The old man sighed, "If you don't ask for much in your heart, it doesn't mean that you can accept that you are deeply trapped and become the source of a thing, and you are even more unwilling to become a puppet with bound hands. Right?"

Gu Jingyao just shook his head, "I really didn't kill anyone!"

"I believe in you. Once your hands are infected with human life, your whole body will have murderous aura. But I can't see this aura in you. What you do in Quandu is just because of the chivalrous in your heart."

"Sir, I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't make the mistakes they said, why did I suffer these pains?" Gu Jingyao asked.

"Everyone will suffer their own pain, and the most important thing is to survive." The old man suddenly grabbed Gu Jingyao's collar and clenched his fists gently.

Gu Jingyao was silent for a moment and nodded, asking, "Why do you come here by sir?"

"Here to bring good medicine to a patient, and at the same time, he also needs to develop a good medicine for the world." The old man stood up, "But I have to go home first."

"Mr.'s home is in Luoyang?" Gu Jingyao looked up, but found that the old man was no longer in front of him.

"I'm wrong, it's this world." The voice is still there.

Gu Jingyao was lost for a moment. This old man was just a doctor with excellent medical skills, but why did he talk about the world and why did he talk about the world in front of him? But before he could finish his thoughts, a familiar female voice rang in his ears.

"It's true." On the eaves not far away, the old man looked at the woman walking towards Gu Jingyao, spread his hands, and an illusory butterfly was staying in his palm, but it soon drifted gently like the wind.

The Five Elements of Dragon and Tiger Mountain leads the way, wind and breathe butterflies.

In the heart of the catastrophe.

Yu Jing stepped in in a hurry.

"What's the matter?" Mo Wendong, who was fishing, looked up and asked.

"A man with no identity and white eyes had already entered Luoyang, and his whereabouts were particularly strange. Yu Jing led a group of masters to stop him, but he could not stop him!" Yu Jing said with his head down.

"Fuss." Mo Wendong said lightly: "Since someone is going to visit the chessboard, let him come."

"But!" Yu Jing's tone was quick.

"It's strange why you can't catch up with him, right?" Mo Wendong sneered: "Not mentioning how good he is. Even when he moved the capital, the structure of this city was designed by him. If I say that, do you still think you can catch up with him?"

When he moved the capital, Yu Jing couldn't react for a while. It has been a hundred years since the capital was moved. How could the people who designed the imperial city structure appear here?

"Is it..." But soon he thought of a name.

"Go down, Ah Ma has already gone out. As his senior brother, you can't be idle either." Mo Wendong said in a deep voice.

"Where did she go?" Yu Jing asked.

"Today, it's the day when the nine families of Tianji Pavilion gathered." Mo Wendong Youyou said, "I want her to go there, so of course it's where."

"An old man appeared beside him." In the Sunset Pavilion, the paper puppet who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

On the edge of the paper doll, Bai Chengzhou, who had already put on a grass mask, turned his head slightly, "What kind of old man is it?"

"The eyes are covered with white cloth, wearing a robe, and the body is very fast." The paper puppet replied: "There is a cloth bag on his waist, which seems to contain a ball-shaped thing."

"Mr. Xie!" Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at Ren Shaohua, and said in surprise: "He is here with the medicine needed to treat Liu Yili's eye disease!"

"Mr. Xie?" Ren Shaohua was stunned.

"It's that immortal turtle, Xie Wensheng!" Luo Feiyu explained.

"Mr. Xie, how could he appear next to him?" Bai Chengzhou frowned.

But before the three of them could react, the sound of the paper puppet sounded again.

"The old man left him!"

"A woman in Taoist robe came to him."
Chapter completed!