soul repair

In the early morning, Ji Qingyan went to visit Cen Xuqiu.

I don't know what he said, but after Ji Qingyan left, Cen Xuqiu asked people to go to the courtyard where some people in Shangqing Palace lived, and said that Cen's family had something to do recently, and he was very sorry that he couldn't take care of the outside guests.Just like that, the Cen family issued an expulsion order to Shangqing Palace very politely.

This incident was not small, and Cen Moxing heard about it in his room.

Therefore, Ji Qingyan did not arrive at the agreed time, and only showed up from the mountain pass of Cen's house after three poles in the sun.Cen Moxing wasn't impatient either, he just smiled at the man who flew over from afar: "Brother is so late today."

"After I come back, I will go back to Shangqing Palace, let's go." He said.

Cen Moxing smiled, and pointed to the southwest direction: "Over there, go all the way down this river." He flew up into the air lightly, and asked casually, "Did brother find Yan Wu's body?"

"No." He didn't look for it.The Red Sandalwood Palace was destroyed by him, if Yan Wu still had breath left, he might crawl to kill him.

"How did my brother find someone to kill him? I'm afraid no one in the world can beat his cultivation." Cen Moxing turned his head. There are almost invisible thin blades hidden in every place, which are gentle and cold, like thorns hidden on flower stems.

Ji Qingyan didn't speak, suddenly there was something shaking slightly in his chest, his face suddenly changed, he walked slowly with his head down, suppressing the turbulent emotions.

Again.

Without begging or coaxing, he ran to his side again, as if he was also reluctant to leave him.

A warm current flowed into Ji Qingyan's heart.

The road ahead is long, dangerous and difficult, but with this apprentice guarding him, I suddenly feel that the road is not so boring.

Cen Moxing looked at him silently.

"There is a Taoist master who has a grudge against him, so he helped him and killed him." Ji Qingyan raised his head as if nothing had happened, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if he had stepped out of a painting, "That is an extraterrestrial master, I am inconvenient Say who he is."

"So that's how it is." Cen Moxing smiled indifferently, "The Guixu Shenzong has always been on good terms with the Red Sandalwood Palace, so it's surprising that they didn't care about this matter."

"People betrayed their relatives, that's what they should have ended up in. It's a wise move to return to the Shenzong of the Ruins. Everyone in the Red Sandalwood Palace died, and those who were captured were captured alive. Only one altar master in black escaped. His whereabouts are still unknown, but it is also a success." There's no climate."

Cen Moxing smiled again, but his face showed a slight coolness: "The world is cold and warm, that's how it is. When it is prosperous, there are many flowers, and everyone dare not say it even if they have some doubts in their hearts. The wall fell and everyone pushed, even the people who were close to him that day were ignored. I don't believe that no one has ever suspected that the disciples of the Red Sandalwood Palace are puppets. "

"If you are in a cocoon, you can't blame anyone."

Cen Moxing tilted his head and smiled, and it took him a long time to say: "That's right, why didn't Yan Wu have someone who was born and died for him? If there was, there would be no need to end up with no bones."

The two of them didn't speak any more on the way, and at night, they fell asleep in an inn in a remote town.

In the dead of night, something moved under the heavy coat in the middle of the night.Not long after, the thing was like a headless fly that couldn't find its direction, walked back and forth, and finally groped to the edge, and quietly poked its head out from the dark sleeves.

Supali's Guan Lingdao was a little confused.

There was a half-lit oil lamp on the table in front of him, reflecting the crude wooden tables and wooden cabinets in the room, making chi-chi sounds from time to time.Ji Qingyan was sitting at the table with his head bowed, his star eyes half closed, and he was playing chess alone under the blue lantern in a single shirt.

Guan Lingdao looked up stupidly.The master's appearance should not be comparable to Ren Guan Ling's, but he didn't know why he was hit by a Gu, and his heart would jump when he saw it.This is different from Hua Luochun's heart-pounding, that time even if his heart was moved, he was reluctant, even a little scared, but he was not like this when he faced Ji Qingyan, just like a bee seeing a flower, it can't help buzzing He rushed forward to get his attention.

Supa gently landed beside the chessboard, without making a sound, turned his head to look at Ji Qingyan.He doesn't know how to play chess, and he is not as elegant as his master. He just loves to see his master's beauty.

"It's late at night, go to sleep." With a slight wave of his sleeve, the semi-bright oil lamp went out in an instant.

Supa followed him back to the bed.

The heavy bed curtain was closed, and it was so black that you couldn't see your fingers.

The atmosphere was really unusual, half repressed and half longing, no one knew what to say.Ji Qingyan turned around and pressed it lightly, Guan Lingdao's head became dizzy, and his blood surged up.When you are alive, do what you want, what are you waiting for?He is not a well-known orthodox man, so he can take whatever he wants.

"Master, master..." he called silently in his heart, sending himself up in a daze.

Ji Qingyan caressed the handkerchief that was rubbing around his neck, and pressed it on the bed.Supa's whole body was stretched, unconsciously twisting with the slowly free fingers, the four corners curled up like mimosa.Ji Qingyan's finger caressed one place inadvertently, and it moved as if suddenly caught fire, trying to escape in shame, trying desperately to cover the place where the finger pressed.

Here it is.

Ji Qingyan unfolded and pressed it tightly, lowered his head and gently teased the sensitive part with the tip of his tongue.Supa panicked, but his body really didn't have the slightest strength to struggle, instead it made people feel hot all over.Ji Qingyan skillfully licked that place, Supa shook like a convulsion, moved a few times weakly, curled up and wrapped Ji Qingyan's fingers uncontrollably.

It lay softly on the pillow, leaned on Ji Qingyan's shoulder in shame, and hung its head, not daring to move.

It's too embarrassing, I'm afraid the real body has already vented.

Ji Qingyan turned around and hugged it in his arms.

It is said that many years ago, a fairy meditated in the mountains, and a cloud often came to see them, and they became attached to each other unconsciously, and they stayed with each other for decades.However, the clouds are nothing but the aura of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to be human. Although they are naughty and cute, they will eventually dissipate one day.Xianjun had already cut off his emotions and desires, but somehow he was reluctant to let go, so he took the shape of a willow branch and let the clouds attach to it, and finally transformed into a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is the record that Ji Qingyan read when he was a child, but I don't know what happened later. The Southern and Northern Dynasties were very masculine, so if there is such a thing, it should be covered up, and it will not appear in the books collected by the Cen family.Recently he often thought of this record, whether Guan Lingdao soul cultivator, Taoist cultivator, male or female, it had nothing to do with him.The ancients could even feel attached to the clouds, let alone his apprentice who used to be with him day and night?

Supa pressed against his neck and rubbed against it, Ji Qingyan's lips leaned up, rubbed and kissed it lightly. "Are you leaving tonight?" he asked.

Supa shook her head slightly.The longer he was by Ji Qingyan's side, the deeper he was unable to extricate himself.

He quietly wrote a few words in Ji Qingyan's hand.

【Master, we have something to talk about. 】

There was a thought in his heart that he hadn't thought about deeply. It had been many years since he had seen each other. It seemed that Ren Guanling's state of mind was not as simple as he imagined.The tenderness is still there, but it seems that he has concealed many things from him, and has plans that he can't tell, and he doesn't want him to know.

It's not a plan, it seems to be ambition.

What exactly does he want?

He himself has no ambitions, at best he wants soul cultivators and Taoist cultivators to live together in harmony someday, and that he and his master can walk hand in hand under the blue sky and broad daylight in an upright manner, without avoiding, deceiving, or being frightened.

Ji Qingyan is ambitious, but he is a family protector, and his ambition is to protect his own world, to protect his younger siblings, to protect the Qing Palace, and to protect his beloved from being bullied.

As for Ren Guanling, what is his ambition?

It's useless to think too much, I'm dizzy this night, my body is surrounded by a faint fragrance, and I'm trapped in the gentle sweetness that makes people lose their souls.

Hurrying on the road during the day and lingering at night, two days passed in a flash, and Cen Moxing finally led him to a remote mountain village in the north and northwest.This place is located in a barren place, almost a barren land, piled up with rocks, no villages, no shops, and thousands of miles away from the Red Sandalwood Palace, the weather is gloomy and gloomy all year round.

Cen Moxing pointed to the small village with a radius of more than ten feet on the ground: "This village is called Lijia Village, and there are only a dozen families living there. They usually live by picking a rare medicinal material called Xuancao in the mountains, and only half of it can be picked every year. month, so as to maintain the family's livelihood for the whole year."

"The Red Sandalwood Palace locked you here?"

"No, the Red Sandalwood Palace locked me in another place, I just passed by here, stop to let my brother have a look." Cen Moxing flew down and stepped on the muddy path not long after it rained, "This is where ordinary people live, dirty It's so dirty, my brother must have disliked it very much."

Ji Qingyan fell silently behind him, his clothes got stuck in the mud, he didn't speak, just watched his movements.

"Did you see it? That house." Cen Moxing pointed to a broken yellow earthen wall, which was empty and uninhabited. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, with rocks and weeds everywhere. But more than 20 years ago, an unexpected good thing fell from the sky, so the whole family moved to another place, leaving this ghostly place where no grass grows."

"What good thing?" Ji Qingyan asked.

A teenage child walked by, his face was covered with mud, and he stared at Cen Moxing with piercing eyes, not afraid of life or fear: "Big brother is you again?"

"Bring a friend over to have a look today." Cen Moxing smiled, "Don't worry about us."

"What is there to see in this poor place of ours? How many times have you come here? I saw you last month." The child seemed very happy, "What do you want to see this time?"

"Go and play, let's see for ourselves." Cen Moxing smiled patiently, then turned his head and said to Ji Qingyan, "You asked me what good things happened to them, but it was nothing but selling a newborn child. "

Ji Qingyan's eyes were cold: "Who did you sell it to?"

Cen Moxing slowly flew into the air: "Don't you want to know what happened after I was taken away when I was a child? I will take you to see what happened at that time."