Beauty crowns the world [Rebirth]

Chapter 4 Wanshan Red ([-])

Jiang Qihe tilted his head, his eyes fell on the white-haired boy's back.

Lu Yunshen, the majestic owner of Xuanjian Villa, whose sword is wrapped in frost and cold, is now the head of the ten sages in the rivers and lakes, and now he is softly sticking to him, with tears in his eyes and a crying voice like a puppy, but Jiang Qihe I found that I couldn't do anything about him.

Who let his soul live in this body that was transformed into it with a natal sword? It's a great kindness, hey.

Jiang Qihe sighed softly, moved his posture slightly, raised his hand to gently comb through Lu Yun's deep hair, and then rubbed the top of his head.

"Ahe..."

The hands around Jiang Qihe's waist tightened a few more inches, and Lu Yunshen raised his head, staring at Jiang Qihe without blinking.

The dark eyes reflected Jiang Qihe's plain face, and there was a bit of helplessness and indulgence in those slowly raised eyes. After meeting his gaze, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a smile.

"I'm back." Jiang Qihe slid his hand down from the top of Lu Yunshen's head, pressed on Lu Yunshen's shoulder, and leaned over to give him a hug.

Lu Yunshen was surprised for a moment, his long and curled eyelashes were glowing with water, but it disappeared after blinking.

Jiang Qihe's hug only lasted for a moment, like a fleeting moment, he thanked without warning and casually, but it left a deep impression in the eyes of the viewers, which will never go away.

The white-haired boy fluttered his nostrils, and immediately hugged him back. He exerted so much force that Jiang Qihe could only complied with him after struggling in vain, and then asked, "Did we meet before the Wind and Cloud Meeting in Xuanjian Villa? "

This is the subtle emotion that came to Jiang Qihe's heart when he and Ku Rongjian merged into one. The resonance between the two made him deeply understand how Ku Rongjian felt for him. Watching quietly again.

The breath of Kurong Sword is also familiar to him, not the familiarity born of several battles, but like an old friend, they have shared a period of time together.

Many years later, he reunited with his old friend, who still had gentle eyes and asked him through the flowers if he needed to warm up another pot of wine.

The Kurong Sword is Lu Yunshen's natal sword, which was condensed in Lu Yunshen's body after he stepped into the avenue of cultivation.

Jiang Qihe's eyes flickered slightly, and he picked up a lock of Lu Yunshen's hair that was scattered on his back with his fingers, pinching it in his hand like he used to play with the tassels on the Kurong sword.

"We've seen each other a long time ago." Lu Yunshen's voice was low and soft, like a gurgling spring hitting the blue rocks on both sides, and the water splashes swirled brightly, "I remember, why don't you Remember?"

"Did we just meet once and pass by, or did we talk and do things together?" Jiang Qihe smiled helplessly.

Lu Yunshen straightened his back, pulled his hair out of Jiang Qihe's hands, and took a few steps back in a half-kneeling position.His eyes were fixed, with a bit of complaint, "We fought with others together, and then talked for a long time."

Jiang Qihe raised his eyebrows. He didn't live a good life when he was young, he lived in the darkest bottom, occasionally had money to buy a chicken for himself and Jiang Mian to eat, so he had to be wary of anyone watching.

Fighting and fighting with others is commonplace, and it is more reasonable to talk to teammates after a fight. At this moment, he really can't remember when he met Lu Yunshen.

Jiang Qihe's eyes drooped, and Lu Yunshen knew that this person hadn't remembered, so he turned his head angrily and snorted.

"Lu Xiaobai, you have to understand the elderly." Uncle Jiang tugged at Lu Yunshen's sleeves, and leaned over with a smile.

It's very shameless to say this, both of them are seven or eight hundred years old, even though Jiang Qihe was born three or five years earlier than Lu Yunshen, who is not an "old man"?

However, Uncle Jiang didn't think so at all. He wrinkled other people's sleeves and changed his posture to deal with himself. By the way, he said, "Can't you give me some more reminders? For example, what year, month, and place?"

Master Lu pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

His memory is very fragmented, and all he recalls are fragments, or sitting alone by the blue sea and looking down at the bottom of the sea, or licking blood in the shadow of swords and swords, the location is vague, and the seasons are not clear.

There is only one section, where the bright spring light pushes aside the willow branches that have sprouted new buds, and gently brushes them in the colorful soil. The young man sitting on the dilapidated threshold smiles and breaks poems casually.

Wild cranes live on the banks of the river, and clouds hang down on flat land.

But Lu Yunshen didn't want to tell Jiang Qihe this sentence at all, he just wanted to keep it for himself, and keep it in a quiet place where no one was around to savor it.

Because, this poem is his name, before that, he didn't even have a name.

Uncle Jiang on the opposite side finished trimming one sleeve and began to toss the other. He tilted his head and encouraged Lu Yunshen to speak with his eyes.

Master Lu didn't want to speak, so he stood up with a slumped face, and glanced down.

He paused for a long time before he said stiffly: "Let's go, do you want to take Lian Yunbi's body out together?"

"Hmm." Jiang Qihe shifted his gaze to the side, frowning tightly, "Why did he die? Where's Lao Liu? Where are the other souls in this tattered body?"

As he said that, he got up and walked over, carefully examining the scars on Ouyang Wentao's body.

Standing behind him, Lu Yunshen pursed his lips, "Reverend Fuyao killed Lian Yunbi."

Jiang Qihe paused and slid down slowly and feebly.

"He also said that he waited all these years for this moment."

"He wants to say thank you to you."

Jiang Qihe was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh, "Then, Ouyang Wentao, the ten sage Lianyun pen, let him stink here, and clean up the Tu family when he goes out, and set up a tomb for Lao Liu."

His voice was low, like a whisper, "Where are we with Fairy Fenghua, but where was Fairy Fenghua buried back then?"

"Go out and ask again, let's go, this place won't last long." Lu Yunshen put his hand in front of Jiang Qihe's eyes.

Jiang Qihe let out an "ah", and then remembered that he hadn't been distracted to look at the surrounding environment.

In the darkness on this side, the Yin Gathering Formation was crumbling, and the light exploded and disappeared.Because of the destruction of Xiaoyeshi, the "little needles" that were hiding in the wind and rushing in silently lost their direction and were scurrying in all directions.

From the time Lu Yunshen's voice hit the ground just now, there were still vibrations coming from the ground.At first it was very weak, only the fine stones on the ground moved and rolled, but suddenly the entire top and four walls began to shake, dust fell, rocks fell, and the collapse was undoubtedly revealed.

"Ahe!"

Lu Yunshen shouted, regardless of whether Jiang Qihe responded or not, he leaned over and pulled him up vigorously.

From the ground to the stone steps, and then into the dry pond, the two of them left with their hind feet, and there was a muffled sound, and the entire land was sunken.

Jiang Qihe glanced back, then looked at the Kong Family Village who had been awakened by the movement, unleashing his senses to search inch by inch, and finally, quite speechlessly said: "This place has been invaded for some time, and the Tu Family has only sent One person came to investigate, is this overestimating our own people or underestimating us?"

"Maybe I'm in trouble." Lu Yunshen lowered his head and leaned over, hooking Jiang Qihe's fingers, and said softly.

In March, the wind is cold, the long hair rises and falls in the wind, the corners of the clothes bloom into flowers, outlined in the dark night, bright and leisurely, Jiang Qihe is wrapped in white clothes, his lowered eyes lift up, and meet Lu Yunshen's eyes, "Lu Xiaobai, how old are you, can you stop pulling your fingers?"

"Let's go directly to Tu's house." Master Lu's expression was serious.

"Then you won't let go?" Jiang Qihe's eyes twitched slightly.

Master Lu really didn't let go, and even shook his hand back, freeing up the ring around Jiang Qihe's waist, with a little foot, and rose against the wind.

Jiang Qihe broke free angrily, and raised his hand to give him a dizzy blow, "Don't move casually, I have tolerated you for a long time, and we must keep a distance between people!"

"Oh." Lu Yunshen moved aside reluctantly, "I didn't do anything casually."

"..."

The Tu family is located in the southeast of Jiangyang City, while the Kong family village is in the west, remote and remote, almost in the corner of the city.But this distance is not too far for Jiang Qihe and Lu Yunshen, and it only takes a blink of an eye to reach it.

Indeed, as Lu Yunshen expected, the Tu family, which was supposed to be dark, was surrounded by soldiers, and upon closer inspection, Fang Yunzhi was the leader.

The city lord's daughter was dressed in silver soft armor, standing high on the horse's back, with a gold-plated long spear and a backhand behind her back.The sound of the wind made her black hair fly, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows was even more red and compelling.