The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

No one knows why the sudden high fever awakened Qu Chi from his 13-year-long dream.Everyone only knew that he burned for half a day, and when he opened his eyes, he called "Tao Xian" first, but when he got no response, he called Zhou Beinan who was standing by the bedside.

Zhou Beinan only thought that his fever was gone, said thank you, and brought a cup to feed him water.

Qu Chi took the cup, but only held it in his palm, and asked him, "Tao Xian... have you found it?"

"Drink water and drink water." Zhou Beinan made up a nonsense, "You can just lie here with peace of mind. I'll go out and look for it, and I'll bring you Tao Xian with all his beard and tail later."

Listening to the dream that Zhou Beinan wove for him, Qu Chi lowered his head, held back for a long time, and finally smiled.

He said gently: "...Bei Nan, you have worked hard all these years."

Now that Qu Chi woke up, he recalled all the past, including Wen Xuechen and Tao Xian.

But after all, he wasn't hysterical. He only temporarily shunned everyone after waking up, locked himself up, and stayed alone for a long time.

Lying on the soft bed, Qu Chi thought of the bed that belonged to him and Tao Xian in the Wild Tower.

In order to protect his little treasure, he shared the bed with Tao Xian.However, the bed was not big enough when it was first completed. In the middle of the night, he was afraid that he would be too tall to squeeze Tao Xian, so he quietly moved out of the bed with his arms around his blanket made of tanned animal skins. Made a nest and guarded him devoutly.

However, about half an hour later, the sleepy teenager got up at night, not realizing that there was someone missing on the bed, and stepped firmly on Qu Chi's body.

He screamed, his feet went limp, and when he was about to fall on his back, he was caught in a warm embrace.

Qu Chi circled him with a blanket and slender and soft arms, and asked him softly, "...Where are you going?"

Tao Xian sank into Qu Chi's chest, his eyes were wide open due to panic and nervousness, and he said vaguely, "I, I... want to go outside."

Qu Chi hugged Tao Xian and sat up vigorously, resting his chin on his soft and clean hair.With his long hands, maintaining this posture, he easily touched Tao Xian's ankle. The ankle bone was as smooth as cold marble.

Qu Chi said distressedly: "...you have to wear socks."

As he said that, Qu Chi embraced Tao Xian from behind, took Tao Xian's thick socks from the shoe hole, put them on carefully, and straightened the heel of the most wrinkled socks.

He hugged Tao Xian like this, and Tao Xian's heart beat back and forth between his ribs and spine like a pendulum, making an empty muffled sound.

... It was the first time that Qu Chi knew that a person could be so thin.

He sent Tao Xian out, and came back with him, Tao Xian cleaned up the blanket on the floor for him rustlingly, and put him on the bed again.

Since Tao Xian made a strong request, Qu Chi obediently climbed onto the bed, shrunk himself up comically, and made room for Tao Xian as much as possible.

The thin light from outside the window poured into the room, lightly sweeping over the peak of his eyebrows, Qu Chi didn't notice it, and saw Tao Xian staring blankly at his face, as if looking at the most precious treasure under the sky.

He asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Qu, why are you being so nice to me?"

Qu Chi thought for a while, and honestly replied: "...I don't know."

After that, he curled up his hands and feet obediently again: "Is this okay? Then I can treat you better."

... Now Qu Chi knows everything.

He stumbled out of the ignorance, but only felt that the bed under him was boundless, even if he stretched out his arms, he would never touch the person who slept with him for thirteen years.

Qu Chi closed his eyes and remained calm.

He is the oldest in the group, but in the past 13 years, he has not been able to do anything except protect Tao Xian.

Even now, he doesn't have the right and time to feel pain and sorrow over the loss of Tao Xian.

Qu Chi needs to make a living, so he only gave himself a short quarter of an hour to remember the boy who he regarded as a treasure for 13 years.

A quarter of an hour passed, and when Lin Haoxin was called into the house again, Qu Chi was still an elegant and gentle Qu Chi.

Out of etiquette, he did a simple grooming for himself, leaned on the head of the bed, and asked clearly how the condition of Danyang Peak was after he fell into the wild.

But no matter how he looked at it, Lin Haoxin felt that the young man on the bed with the red clothes on his shoulders was extremely thin, and the night wind that poured in from the window blew up his loosely wrapped robes, making him even more out of shape, as if he was lost. half of the body.

After Xu Xingzhi pushed the door and entered, Qu Chi nodded to Lin Haoxin: "...Do as I said first."

Lin Haoxin answered yes, closed the door and left.

Qu Chi greeted with a smile: "Sit."

Xu Xingzhi didn't move, and asked him directly: "Who am I?"

Qu Chi was taken aback for a moment, then turned his face away, pursed his lips and smiled: "...Xu Xingzhi."

"Who is Xu Xingzhi?"

Qu Chi replied: "Is it the first disciple of Fengling, the top of the Tianbang, or the Taoist friend that Qu Chi plans to make for a lifetime."

Without saying a word, Xu Xingzhi stepped forward quickly, hugged Qu Chi's shoulders tightly, and locked him into his arms, while Qu Chi patted the back of his hand, using the hand that Xu Xingzhi was so familiar with. Strength, it seems that nothing has changed, it seems that Xu Xingzhi just left in the middle of a banquet, went down the mountain to buy a drink, when he came back, the banquet was not over, the people were still there, and the wine was still warm.

But Xu Xingzhi knows so clearly that 13 years have passed, and they are no longer young people who sing poetry, drink, sing, and drink pheasants.

When returning to the world, Xu Xingzhi didn't have a deep feeling, but when he saw Qu Chi, he suddenly couldn't help it, and when his emotions surged, thousands of words hung on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Xingzhi hugged Qu Chi tightly, and confirmed to him in a childlike tone: "... are you back?"

Qu Chi responded, "I'm back."

"Not separated?"

Qu Chi laughed, stroked Xu Xingzhi's hair, and promised: "...There is only death, and there will be no life."

After saying these words, Qu Chi paused, thinking of the person who had just died with him not long ago, his long eyelashes flashed, and then gently lowered, covering up all the sorrow without leaving any traces.

Zhou Beinan didn't know when he stood at the door like a shadow, looking enviously at the two embracing each other.

Embracing with others is no longer possible for him.

He raised his hand to look at his translucent palm, held it empty for a moment, then folded his hands into his arms, and laughed loudly: "Look at you two, hugging and hugging, it's so disgusting."

There should have been wine during the reunion, but after all, drinking now is troublesome, and tea is enough.

Soon, the three of them sat at the table and the three cups filled with black tea collided together, and three clear rays of light emerged.

Having no time to talk about the past, Qu Chi went straight to the topic and said: "When the demonic way attacked, Danyang and Fengling opened the gates and sent away a large number of disciples. Now I want to try to bring these disciples back. What do you think?"

Xu Xingzhi and Zhou Beinan looked at each other.

Zhou Beinan didn't hold much hope for this, and said: "Thirteen years have passed, and they have no one to lead them. I'm afraid they have already become discouraged and went their separate ways. How easy is it to bring them back?"

Xu Xingzhi is not so pessimistic: "You can give it a try."

Some hatred cannot be erased in just 13 years.

He mentioned the two thousand Qinglianggu ghost soldiers brought back by Lu Yujiu, but Zhou Beinan was still not very interested: "They just have nowhere to go, they can only stay where they are."

Zhou Beinan has always been a character who dares to love and hate, and his hatred for Nine Branches and Demon Dao is no less than anyone present, but today he is so unhappy, both Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi have seen some clues.

Xu Xingzhi filled Zhou Beinan's teacup with one hand: "Beinan, what's the matter?"

Zhou Beinan lowered his gaze, thought for a moment, and then said hoarsely: "We...are we really going to overthrow the nine lamps? Rebuild the four gates?"

This question was asked strangely, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and asked back: "...otherwise?"

"I asked some of my disciples to ask passers-by." Zhou Beinan rubbed his teacup repeatedly, and his expression was a bit old and bleak, "After the nine lamps commanded the four sects, they suppressed the magic way with gentle tactics, and gradually brought down all the magic ways. Suppressing such an evil technique is almost...almost equivalent to eradicating the harm of the evil way. In the past 13 years, the world has been calm and the wind has been the same for thousands of miles.

Zhou Beinan, who was originally determined to kill Jiuzhideng with fierce hatred and then quickly, after hearing such rumors, developed many knots for no reason.

…If the four sects that have gradually faded back then are used to lead Taoism, can they be as good as the nine-branched lamp?

They are old people, like the remnants of the overthrown dynasty lingering on their last legs. Is it really appropriate to make waves at this time?

After hearing his concerns, Xu Xingzhi didn't respond.

"We may not be able to do it, but we can do it. We don't need the magic way to replace our sword." Xu Xingzhi said, "Bei Nan, you can think of it this way. After all, if you kill Jiuzhideng, Xiao Xian'er will not come back to life, Master You, Xuechen, and the heroic spirits of the two thousand disciples of Qingliang Valley will not be resurrected. Everything is like flooded water, and they will never return to the peaceful and peaceful Chang'an. But if I want to forget all the tragedies of the past, it is better to kill me with a sword .I don’t know how to extend righteousness to the world. I only know how to use an eye for an eye and a life for a life.”

Zhou Beinan knew that he was thinking a bit wrongly. After hearing Xu Xingzhi's words, the haze that had troubled him for half a day finally dissipated.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll try to go back to Ying Tianchuan tonight. Father... I haven't seen you for a long time."

Qu Chi nodded, and said: "I have asked Lin Haoxin to make Danzhu fireworks. This is a token of Danyang Peak, and all disciples of Danyang Peak will be able to recognize it. If we make an appointment with this object, some disciples will always be recruited. And, back then, I had an appointment with Lord Guangfu, and the disciples from Mount Li would go to Mount Qiemo to meet. I will leave for Mount Qiemo later, maybe I can get some valuable information."

Xu Xingzhi pushed his arm: "Qu Chi, your illness is just right, don't run around, so you can give birth."

"No." Qu Chi glanced at the endlessly empty bed, "...for 13 years, I have had enough rest."

Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi left separately, while Xu Xingzhi was in charge of sitting in the teahouse to deal with emergencies at any time.

After the two left, Xu Xingzhi tidied up the cups on the table one by one.

Three empty cups were crowded together, and there was a fourth cup filled with tea on the table, still steaming, as if it was waiting for someone to drink.

Xu Xingzhi sat alone for a long time, and thought about what Zhou Beinan said for a long time before he gave a wry smile and stood up.

For Jiuzhideng's move, he didn't know whether he should hate it or be pleased, after a long time of thinking about it, he finally sighed in vain.

He pushed open the door, ready to see what happened to Meng Chongguang.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Wang sitting on the steps with his back to the door, making himself a long shadow.

Sensing the sound of the door knocking, Zhou Wang turned around and smiled at Xu Xingzhi: "Brother Xu."

Xu Xingzhi asked her: "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"Can't sleep." Zhou Wang put his chin on the back of his hands with his arms around the two knives, and said in a confused tone, "It's just that in a day and a night, the godmother and godfather are gone."

Xu Xingzhi was dumbfounded.

For Zhou Wang, she was raised in the wild wind since she was a child. In the outside world, the wind that blows is not the wind she is familiar with. Every object and every street scene is a reunion after a long absence for Xu Xingzhi and the others. , but to Zhou Wang, they are all things and scenes from other places.

She could only rely on those people she knew, but one of the people who had been with her since she was born disappeared, and the other completely changed her face and became someone else.

But before Xu Xingzhi could think of words to comfort her, Zhou Wang laughed, with a faint gleam in his paint-spotted eyes: "Senior brother Xu, don't worry about me. I just think about it by myself."

A sensible child is always more distressing, Xu Xingzhi wanted to say something, but suddenly heard the crisp sound of large-scale overturning of cups and plates from the next room.

Immediately, a Fengling disciple rushed out of the door, his tone extremely panicked: "Senior brother Xu, come and take a look! Brother Meng seems to be having a nightmare, he..."