Seeing Xuanyuan Jin with a solemn expression, he hurriedly left the National Master's Mansion, Feng Yichen and others who followed him did not dare to come forward to ask. They could only wait outside the National Master's Mansion, not dared to leave, nor dared to go home.

In the wing room, Mo Li set up a soul-locking array alone.

Arranged the Soul Locking Array, which exhausted all Mo Li's cultivation level and still could not be activated.

Mo Li knew that the price he had to pay for setting up the ancient soul-locking array was unavoidable. He was not strong enough.

Ancient formation patterns appeared above the National Master's Mansion.

The golden pattern means something that the world has no way of knowing, but because the national teacher is a person who can communicate with the gods, the world can only worship the oppressive pattern from afar and dare not make any moves of transcendence.

However, Xuanyuan Jin, who was far away from the imperial city, rushed back in panic.

What Hehuan grass? Why don’t you pretend to be someone else’s hand? They are all just excuses to support me.

Mo Li, what price does it cost to start the ancient soul-locking array that makes you bother to help me away?

In the National Master's Mansion, Mo Li closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After slowly opening it, he placed a piece of rice paper that had been ready to write words on the table.

Walk out of the familiar room, walk to the familiar courtyard, and walk to the gate of the National Master's Mansion.

Mo Li stopped and listened to the footsteps behind him.

Behind him was a pretty maid.

"National Teacher..."

"What's the matter?"

She walked to Mo Li with a deep affection in her eyes: "It's me, Zhixiao."

Mo Li's eyes had no focal length, and he didn't know whether he was looking at her or looking elsewhere. "I know."

"I saw it all, from the moment you walked out of the house, to the yard, to the door."

“So what?”

Zhixiao looked at Mo Li's indifferent expression and felt a dull pain in his heart.

His eyes are beautiful, but there is nothing, so far away, not a gap, but a natural barrier.

"National Master, how inconvenient you are for each other, why would you be better for me to accompany you?"

"Although I'm blind, my heart is not blind, so there is no need."

"National Master!"

"In the future, there will be no national teacher Mo Li, only the blind Chu Ci."

I only wish that I will die in the morning and night, and I will die in the world, and I will never miss you and will never see you.

"Chu Ci, I..."

"I cannot repay your affection in this life."

"In this life, you will give your eyes to him, and in the next life, I will be willing to keep the rest of my life for me."

"Then you have to meet me before I find him."

"One word is certain!"

Mo Li left, and did not take away a single piece of the National Master's Mansion, and came alone, leaving alone.

He didn't notice that Zhixiao followed him so far.

Mo Li was afraid of being caught up by Xuanyuan Jin, so he left the imperial city, so he summoned the Chongming Bird.

"Zhongming, I have lost all my cultivation. I will trouble you in the future."

"Master, although I have two pupils, I can't share your face."

"It's a blessing to have you with me."

"Master, is it worth it?"

"I don't want him to never see the person he loves again."

Mo Li's mouth curled up a satisfied smile.

But there was a little smile at the cost of hurting yourself.

From then on, I will no longer be with him for the rest of my life.

"You are gone, who will take charge of the position of the national teacher?"

"The master is still there, and there is no need to worry about no one taking over the position of the national teacher."

"You have been honest and honest over the years..."

"If you are good at practicing medicine and selling skills, you will not have to worry about hard work."

As he said that, he patted the Chongming Bird, and the Chongming Bird understood.

Take Mo Li's weapon out of his own space.

It was a guzheng, half a person tall. It was the only thing Mo Li took away. He sat on Chongming's back, and the guzheng stood in front of him, and his fingers tweaked the strings of the guzheng.

Lazy, charming.

The string sound is soft and clear, sometimes high and sometimes low, unexpectedly, with indescribable wonders and longing that are so strong that they cannot be dissolved.

It is difficult for a doctor to treat himself.

Seeing through destiny, but not through your own destiny.
Chapter completed!