The poison castle courtyard is already outside the hall.

The man in black clothes and cloud patterns pushed the woman in the chair under the shade of the tree.

At the beginning of July, the new autumn begins. Although the heat is here, the autumn break is approaching.

Mo Ran looked up and saw two half-yellow sycamore leaves slowly falling.

"Most of the injured in the Poison Castle Hospital are fine. Although several people are still unconscious, they are only weak and exhausted, and they will wake up after a few days of rest." He reached out and brushed away the leaves that were about to fall on the woman's shoulders. The light and shadow were slightly chaotic, and they flowed out from the fingers of the man in the ink clothes.

"Although the family of the sect that was slightly injured and not injured has returned from the fort, they have also hired nearby peasants and maids to take care of the rest." Mo Ran stood behind the woman in the chair and said warmly: "Junior sister only needs to call Su Wan and Yun Xiao, two junior nephews, go to take care of one or two from time to time to confirm the injury... They are resting in the small building, so don't be tired."

The woman sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair and felt the leaves falling and breeze, she raised her head gently. "Is senior brother about to leave?"

Mo Ran took out a roll of thin and gentle bamboo slips and handed them to the woman in white. "I went back and forth to go back to the yard for a short while yesterday, and I had only had time to carve a small poem for my junior sister."

The person in the chair took it with his palm and gently stroked his fingertips over the rolled body. "My senior brother and I detoxified everyone yesterday, and he still went back and forth to take care of the injured in the yard. I guess he hadn't stayed overnight... but he still did not forget to give it to me..."

Suddenly I raised my eyes and sighed. "I'm asking for trouble again..."

"What you and I have seen over the years is only a few..." Mo Ran looked down at the woman's hair wrapped in snow on her ears, and her voice was low and soft. "So if I go to separate, I will carve a simplified gift."

In the breeze, the man in black clothes reached out and stroked the woman's head, "It's because there is nothing else except Jianshu... I can give it to my junior sister." After saying that, he raised his hand and left. "The senior brother is back."

The fingertips were leaving, and the clothes were turned and the sleeves were about to leave.

But the next moment, the person in the chair suddenly called out.

"Senior Brother."

Under the shade of the tree, mottled light and shadow fell on the two of them, and the branches were swaying.

"Although I have seen it for many years, my senior brother has given me both my brother and my father. Duanmu dares not forget it..." The woman in the chair looked at the vain in front of her, her lips opened and closed for a while, and continued: "... It's just the life experience of my senior brother. Duanmu has never heard from my master and my senior brother, nor has he understood it... If I meet again in the future, I wonder if my senior brother can tell me one or two?"

The wind blows the leaves, and the long clothes sway.

Mo Ran stood under the tree, stunned... It was silent for a long time.

For a long time. "Okay."

A very gentle smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were silent. The melancholy and sorrow that had been flowing over the years suddenly floated in the eyes of the man in the black clothes and could not be dispersed.

He replied, silently saying no more.

After that, he stood there for a short while, facing the woman's back, and the five of them followed by the chair, Yun Xiao, Lan Suwan, A Zi and Yu Yunzhi walked by, nodded slightly, and turned around and left.

A large cloud pattern was painted with ink clothes, floating and hanging, walking slowly towards the outside of the Poison Fort.

When he walked far away, the woman in white in the shade gently spread out the bamboo scroll in her hand, slowly stroked her fingertips, and suddenly felt sad in her eyes:

The feathers of the mayfly are well-worn. The worry of the heart is at my place of return.

The wings of the mayfly pick out clothes. The worry of the heart is about to return to me.

The mayflies are dug and read, and the clothes are as cold as snow. The worry of my heart is so that I can tell you.

The touch of fingertips is warm and greasy, and every stroke is clear, which is the perseverance and elegance that remains unchanged over the years.

Duanmu's heart suddenly felt a slight pain.

...

"Master!" It was almost noon, and A Zi rushed forward to grab the wooden wheelchair behind the woman and said, "Master uncle is leaving again?"

Duanmu remained silent for a long time, closed the bamboo roll in his hand, and nodded slightly.

"Oh~" A Zi said nothing and turned her head indifferently.

The woman in the chair closed her eyes for a while and then looked again with a serious look. She held her five fingers tightly for a while and looked up at the empty space ahead.

"A Zi."

A Zi leaned her head and replied with a smile: "A Zi is here~!"

Duanmu still looked ahead calmly.

The voice became lower and he called again. "A Zi."

The man in purple was slightly stunned, his expression suddenly stopped, and he murmured and replied again: "A Zi is here."

The leaves fall in white clothes, and the wind rises;

Snow sleeves and black hairs are shattered.

The person in the chair puts a line in a light and quiet place and said to her: "Do you... have any other wishes?"

A Zi fought all over her body and was in a daze.

The white-clothed man's ears were whispering in the wind...

After a long time, the person on the side of the chair woke up and squinted his eyes and grinned, "Yes! There are so many~! A Zi wants to go see the Big Buddha in Leshan! She wants to drink the five-flavor porridge from Lin'an, and eat the Yunpian cake in the palace again! She also wants to go to the desert to catch poisonous scorpions and play with it!"

Duanmu couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her. "Master... I want you to go too..."

The eyes of the few people behind the chair appeared in their eyes, and they all walked to the side of the Duanmu chair during the 6th period. Ye Green Leaf frowned between their eyebrows.

A Zi squinted her eyes and lay on the woman's knees, allowing the white-clothed man to gently caress her, and the voice suddenly became soft. "When I was young, A Niang used to gently caress A Zi's head like this... She sat under the tree in the summer night, talked to A Zi, and sang a small song for A Zi... I thought I no longer remember it, but I never forgot it..."

Yu Yunzhi's eyes became wet, and she stared blankly at the thin little man on the side of the wooden wheelchair. Yun Xiao's expression was already solemn.

Lan Suwan seemed to be in a daze, and intentionally or unintentionally only looked at the man in blue beside her.

"Master~" A Zi suddenly raised her head and said to Duanmu: "There is a Autumn Festival here in Shu in the early July, and it is the Miao festival on the beginning of autumn~ It is a festival for the Miao people! When I was a child, A Niang took me there, holding A Zi's hand to play swings, dancing lions, playing dragon lanterns, and climbing the knife ladder... There are so many people, so many novel things! It's so fun~"

"…Does A Zi want to go?"

The man in purple hugged Duanmu and said with one hand, "Yes~! I want to go!"

The man in white lowered his eyes gently and looked quietly in her direction. After a long time, he reached out and stroked the man in purple with his other hand again. "Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, how can Master accompany you?"

A Zi immediately grinned, and her voice was loud. She was both wanton and cheerful. "Okay~!"

Everyone looked at each other on the side of the chair, and they were all in a state of conspicuous expression, and they wanted to speak but stopped.

Yu Yunzhi took two steps forward and held A Zi's hand, saying silently.

...

After the first day of the seventh month, the ninth year of Emperor Wu, the beginning of autumn.

The people in the rivers and lakes in the Yu Family Poison Fort have left Taiban. Mei Shuying led the people from the Jumen Hall of Jingyun Pavilion to carry out the coffin of stone, wood and grass, and accompanied them with ice to the sides, leaving late at night.

The man in green clothes watched the man in white clothes and red plums and Yingli. Jiuli took the coffin and left, and was independent for a long time under the stars on the summer night.

"Brother Mei." The group had already walked away from the fort, and Yun Xiao suddenly called the man. "My master doesn't believe you."

Mei Shuying sneered at him softly, and then did it again.

"I feel so uneasy recently..." Yun Xiao looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Why didn't Brother Mei meet my master before saying goodbye?"

The white clothes wandered in the night breeze, and the sparse shadows of the plum blossoms walked away one step at a time, and said coldly: "It's better to see them if you don't see them..."

The jade fan rotated between her fingers, and Mei Shuying didn't look back: "I don't want to see Duanmu Jiexian too much. Since she told me to let go of the affairs of the world and stop and ignore it, I don't want to do anything more." The eyes of her eyes were cold, cold but deeply sad.

"A moment of seeing is like a dream, a dream and a sinking, and I'm in a trance for more than ten years... I really should wake up." Mei Shuying murmured and laughed at herself. Then she said coldly: "If I don't wake up again, I don't have to move forward in this life!"

Yun Xiao heard it as if he was suffocating. "Brother Mei... Mei Shuying."

The man in white and red plums gently swung the tassels of the jade fan in his hand, and didn't know if he could hear it, but he turned his back to Yun Xiao and said nothing. He strides away.

The man in green clothes stood with his sword, looking away, the blue clothes stopped in the ink wind, and he saw each other silently, with clear eyes.

...

Morning is coming. After the hour of Mao, the green leaves bring breakfast to the small building. A wooden wheelchair is empty in the room, but the white-clothed person is not there.
Chapter completed!