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"...Three thousand 120, three thousand 120 one, three thousand 120 three... Ah, so slow." Ye Zhi sat on the stone and counted boredly, and threw a small stone at Jiang Muyan, "Why not?" Wake up? Do you really think you are dead?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of "crashing" in the river. Jiang Muyan, who had just "drowned" not long ago, stood up from the water suddenly, accompanied by a burst of inhumane choking and violent coughing, Jiang Muyan wiped Dabbing the water off his face, he opened his eyes.

It is a color as bright as gilt.

"Yo." Ye Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Are you awake?"

"Wake up." Jiang Muyan gritted her molars resentfully, her golden eyes wished to burn a hole through Ye Zhi, and cursed expressionlessly: "Dog Ye Zhi."

"Accepted." Ye Zhi drew his sword three inches, the threat was beyond words.

"I won't fight with you." Jiang Muyan exuded air-conditioning all over her body, gently hugged Qi Guang and put him into the water, "It's important to save Qi Guang."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ye Zhi sighed and put away his sword, "I haven't seen you for many years, why do you look like a different person? What have you experienced?"

"...What have you experienced?" Jiang Muyan put her hands on Qi Guang's heart, showing a warm smile, "Of course...it's love."

millennia ago.

Suiye City is in midsummer, which is a good time of the year. Ye Zhi abducts Rong Yuan and returns to his lair. At this time, he is resting on Rong Yuan's lap, looking at the stars and the moon, and acting coquettishly from time to time. Want to kiss, with fine wine crystal glasses and seasonal fruits in hand, it is a fairy-like day.

Rong Yuan also went to do as the Romans did in Suiye City, wearing a dark red bearded suit of Ye Zhi, with a small piece of blood-colored agate on his forehead, and a silver bell on his wrist, making him look like the frost and snow of Kunlun that would never melt, but The misty fairy aura all over his body has now turned into a heroic aura with a sharp knife out of its sheath, but it makes people unable to move their eyes away.

"You really deserve to be the lady I've been thinking about for a hundred years." Ye Zhi thought happily, wishing that this moment would never end.

It's a pity that there are always unpleasant things coming to the door.

Rong Yuan raised his wrist, the silver bell rang softly but pleasantly, and a white jade butterfly landed on his palm: "It's the voice-transmitting talisman of Junior Sister."

With a little spiritual power, Xiao Linlang's voice came from the butterfly, and she said, "Brothers, the words spirit in the mountain is out of control again, which one of you is free to come back?"

Rong Yuan patted Ye Zhi's face to signal him to get up: "I'll go back to the sect."

Ye Zhi grabbed Rong Yuan's hand, with "Unhappy" written on his left cheek and "Don't go" written on his right cheek.

"Ye Zhi, how old are you?" Rong Yuan laughed, "Let me go."

Ye Zhi stretched out four fingers, thought for a while, then retracted two, and stretched them out before Rong Yuan's eyes: "Two years old."

Rong Yuan jokingly gave a certain two-year-old child his favorite slap: "Don't mess around."

Fortunately, Ye Zhi is not really two years old, he has played enough scoundrels and lied to his relatives, he finally jumped up with great insight, whistled and called Feijian: "Let me go this time, I will With a dark heart, beating Yanling is easier."

"Be careful." Rong Yuan warned, "Also, go and come back quickly."

Ye Zhi drove "Buqun" for most of the night, and finally arrived at Yueluo Mountain at the time of sunrise. From a distance, he saw a large piece of trees on the mountainside collapsed, as if a piece had been gouged out. Flesh and blood were shocking——Ye Zhi realized that the loss of control of his speech was not a trivial matter, so he couldn't help but sink his face, and took on the appearance of an elder of the Lingwu League.

But when he got close, Ye Zhi realized that he was still too naive, the strong smell of blood almost swallowed him, and pieces of flesh and internal organs hung on the rickety tree, and the culprit was sitting there with his knees embracing as if no one else was there. In the chaos of hell, Gu Jing looked at Ye Zhi with a blank expression on his face and big golden eyes.

After Ye Zhi fell to the ground, he saw a human eyeball in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Xiao Yanling, don't tell me you killed someone."

The boy in black who looked no more than seven or eight years old nodded, shook his head again, and said flatly, "They were the ones who wanted to kill me first. I wanted to teach them a lesson, but I accidentally overdid it."

"What's going on?" Ye Zhi took Yan Ling's clothes from the back of his neck and led him away from the "murder scene", with an unusually stern tone: "Explain."

"Last night, a group of people went up the mountain with their swords, which woke me up." Yan Ling said with a blank face and a flat tone, "I heard from them that this time they are here to kill the demon seeds and do justice for the sky. Get up and down, and ask them 'Who is the Demon Seed'."

"They seem to be very scared, and they will kill me without saying a word." Yan Ling looked puzzled, "I resisted casually, and accidentally lost control."

Ye Zhi constricted his pupils suddenly when he heard the word "devil seed", and soon returned to normal, showing a sinister smile: "Good boy, you did a good job this time, I will help you dispose of the corpse, you How about keeping last night a secret?"

"?" Yan Ling tilted his head a little bit, unexpectedly giving birth to a bit of weird cuteness, "So, who is the devil?"

"No one is." Ye Zhi sneered, "Those people are just wishful thinking."

"Is it Rong Yuan?"

Ye Zhi took a deep look at Yan Ling: "Yan Ling's intuition really lives up to its reputation."

"Did Rong Yuan do something bad?" Yan Ling asked.

"No."

"Why did you kill Rong Yuan?"

"Because if you eat him, you can become a fairy." Ye Zhi frowned and used magic to destroy the corpse, "What kind of decent family, what is doing justice for the heavens, it's all bullshit-by the way, they also like to cheat on little monsters like you , when you meet a monk in the future, you'd better stay away."

"Oh." Yan Ling responded perfunctorily, and then asked: "Will you eat Rong Yuan?"

"will not."

"You don't want to become a fairy?" Yan Ling was puzzled.

"It's not a question of becoming a fairy or not." Ye Zhi expressed his headache, "Rong Yuan is my beloved, even if I never make progress in my cultivation, I will not eat him when the world is in decline."

"What is a beloved?"

"Alas—" Ye Zhi sighed helplessly, "You're still young, so you don't even understand."

"Tell me." Yan Ling straightened his face, the gold in his eyes was a little hotter than before, and a terrifying spiritual power surged around him, "Tell me."

Yan Ling was dissatisfied with Ye Zhi's perfunctory answer, and saw that he was about to lose control again.

Seeing this, Ye Zhi shot a burst of spiritual power into Yanling's sky cap with quick eyes and hands, and threw the person into the nearby river, killing the second loss of control of Yanling.

Yan Ling popped a head out of the water, and repeated very persistently: "Tell me, what is love?"

This question was too abstract, and Ye Zhi couldn't answer it. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Are you in pain when you lose control?"

"Pain, like being burned by fire."

"now what?"

Yan Ling took a splash of water and shook his head: "It's very cool, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then your feeling for this river is 'love'." Ye Zhi was full of nonsense.

"Oh." Yan Ling believed it was true, "Does this river have a name?"

"No." Ye Zhi shrugged, "You can give it one."

Yan Ling also buried his head in the water. He remembered seeing a sentence at the source of the river before, which seemed to be "as long as the sky and the earth, and as bright as the sun and the moon".

"Then let's call you Qi Kang." Yan Ling thought to himself, spitting out a string of bubbles, "I won't tell anyone this name, so you will be my 'Qi Kang' alone."

There is no time in the mountains, hundreds of years in a flash.

For hundreds of years, the human race has prospered, the cultivators have declined, and the monster race has declined. Even a sect with three enlightened immortals and as powerful as the Lingwu League can't resist the torrent of history. The aura in the mountains is getting thinner and thinner. After his disciples considered it, Rong Yuan decided to hide from the world with the Lingwu League.

On the day Lingwumeng left, Rong Yuan made a special trip to find Yan Ling. The man who used to be dressed in white was dressed in a moon-white gown that had never been seen before, and his long hair was cut short. He carried A box, squatting in front of Yan Ling and asked him gently: "Lingwumeng is moving to Beiping, do you want to go together?"

Yan Ling still looked like a child, shaking his head expressionlessly.

"Then what if you lose control?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Ling said, "The river water is very cold, if it gets out of control, soaking in the water can suppress it."

"Alright then." Rong Yuan didn't force it, and gently patted the child's head, "Goodbye."

Yan Ling waved at him slightly.

After a long time, Rong Yuan casually mentioned to Ye Zhi the conversation with Yan Ling that day.

Ye Zhi never thought that he would hit the right button when he said something casually, and joked: "If a spirit is born in this water, that kid will be so happy - it is a godsend daughter-in-law."

"Soon." Rong Yuan smiled, "I can feel that day, the moon will set in the mountains and waters, and spirits will probably be born within ten years."

"Really?" Ye Zhi was surprised and showed an unpredictable smirk, "That's really interesting."