soul repair

The bed did not stop shaking until early in the morning, Ji Qingyan lowered his head and wiped his body.He didn't want to look too anxious, he liked that Guan Lingdao approached him proactively, so he just wiped quietly and waited.

Guan Lingdao took out the quilt and wiped it carelessly, as if he couldn't control his claws, he pinched Qingyan's waist with a smile: "Master is getting more and more powerful, it made me almost cry last night."

Ji Qingyan didn't seem to hear, picked up the scattered clothes on the bed, Guan Lingdao hugged his knees, looked at him with a half-blushing face and smiled: "Master, I—"

Unable to speak, silently swallowed the next three words.

Ji Qingyan lowered his head and put on his obscene pants, but still didn't speak.

The master, who wants to save face, refuses to say that he also knows, and the master also likes him. If he doesn't like him, why did he hug him to death last night?How many times did you do it back and forth, three times, four times?Even when she was resting, she hugged him tightly, shouted "Lingdao" softly, and slowly rubbed the tip of her nose on his shoulder.

Master loves him to death, but he can't say it.

Guan Lingdao leaned forward in a daze, and salivated to kiss the corner of his mouth: "Master, please let me know, I didn't kiss enough last night, Master——"

The more he said it, the more unpleasant it was, but Ji Qingyan let him manipulate him without saying a word. Guan Lingdao held his face and slowly pushed it in, hooking his tongue to suck and entangle him, making his mouth full of fluid.Just as he was getting carried away with the kiss, there was an unhurried knock on the door at the right time, forcing him to stop.

"Morning, Third Palace Master, Patriarch Hua let the Third Palace Master and Ling Dao pass by."

Song Gu chased and called for the door.

Guan Lingdao turned his face away to catch his breath, forced a smile and said: "Deacon Song is afraid that I will ruin Master." He pushed Ji Qingyan to get up, but saw Ji Qingyan's eyelashes move and wrap around his waist The strength between the two tightened, and the lips were suddenly bitten hard.

"Master, um, master—" Guan Lingdao hissed softly.

Blood came out from the bitten lips, and the mouth was full of saltiness, but for some reason, it made people's heart beat faster and caused the whole body to heat up.With a tacit understanding, the two stopped talking, pulled down the bed curtain and fell on the bed, not caring about how many things were going on outside, just sucking and kissing.

The body is intertwined and pasted seamlessly.

After a long time, Ji Qingyan let him go, with a look of guilt and regret, a white light appeared on his fingertips, and he gently stroked Guan Lingdao's broken lips.

Guan Lingdao smiled and licked his fingers: "Master hurts me, and my heart aches... I like Master, and I like how Master hurts me."

"You will suffer in the future." Ji Qingyan tried his best to restrain himself.

Guan Lingdao blushed again, and the smile in the corner of his eyes deepened.During the day, the master was as distant as an iceberg that no one could touch, but when he pulled down the bed curtain, it turned into a scorching fire, burning him with nowhere to go, so he could only vaguely call "Master" and let him fly with him. God, go where he's never been.

Hua Luochun's painting has been settled, his life may be saved, and he may be able to return to the Shangqing Palace in a few months.Everything seems to be yearning, but amidst the endless joy, there is a shadow passing over his heart from time to time, which makes him a little uncomfortable and suspicious.

Why did Ren Guanling engrave that book in Yan Wu's painting?

"Master, why do you think my brother planned to hand me over to you?" Guan Lingdao was a little dazed.

Ji Qingyan didn't speak, and asked for a while: "What are you thinking?"

Guan Lingdao smiled: "I didn't think about anything."

"Go ahead."

"...Hua Luochun's cultivation base is so high, but he is so obsessed with ancient paintings. If my brother can save that painting, Hua Luochun must be grateful to him, and he will not blame the past. So Good thing, why did he not want to do it, but instead carve the book into Yan Wu's painting at the risk of being hunted down by Hua Luochun?"

For Yan Wu's paintings, those with low spirit power could not walk to the stele at all, so they couldn't see the inscriptions on the stage.For whom and for what did he leave the lettering there?

The Hua family escorted eight people who listened to the soul, Ren Guanling used Ji Qingyan to get rid of them, but left Guan Lingdao to him.When Hua Luochun heard that Ren Guanling was coming, she would definitely not let it go, so she would force Guan Lingdao to settle the matter of the ancient paintings.Now that Guan Lingdao has found the lettering, Hua Luochun owes him a favor, and Ji Qingyan protects him with all his life. No matter how you look at it, it makes people think it is——

"Master, do you think my brother did it on purpose? He refused to hand over the book to Hua Luochun before, because he didn't make up his mind. He wanted Hua Luochun to owe favors to whom."

It is difficult for a soul cultivator to survive in this chaotic world, let alone a soul cultivator surviving in a Taoist cultivator, whose life is hanging by a thread.The reason why Ren Guanling did this was to let his brother live a good life?

Sending him to Ji Qingyan can not only exchange for eight people who listen to the soul, but also make him discouraged and make him stay by Ji Qingyan's side wholeheartedly. Killing two birds with one stone is indeed what Ren Guanling will do.

Now that Guan Lingdao is supported by two big factions, Shangqing Palace and Hua Family, and Ji Qingyan is desperately protecting him, even if someone wants to kill him in the future, it will not be so easy.

Thinking of this is already crazy.

Why on earth would his brother do this?He has arranged his younger brother's affairs, and what is his plan?

Ji Qingyan's hand fell on his shoulder: "Still thinking about your brother?"

Guan Lingdao forced a smile: "Did Master guess my brother's intention at the beginning?"

"I only know that he won't really kill you. But if I didn't give him the eight soul listeners at that time, we would miss it from now on, and maybe we would never meet again."

So Ji Qingyan did as he did, and everything was in Ren Guanling's calculations.

He pinpointed Ji Qingyan's affection.

"Your brother is good at strategizing, and there will be no danger."

"Ah."

Saying this on the mouth, but in my heart I feel a little restless.The old master, Ren Guanling, and the master, the three of them treated him so well that he would sometimes grin when he slept, and if one of them was missing—

"Master—" Guan Lingdao buried his head on Ji Qingyan's waist.

"what happened?"

Guan Lingdao was silent for a while, rubbing his face against his belt, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm not willing to let Master go."

Song Guzhui yelled and stopped talking, and waited at the door, the door opened after a while, and Ji Qingyan came out neatly dressed.

"The Lord of the Three Palaces." Song Guzhui recovered from his contemplation.

Ji Qingyan looked at him silently, seeing that his expression was a little different from usual, he suddenly said: "What's wrong with you, do you have something on your mind?"

Song Guzhui was shocked when he heard Ji Qingyan's words, and quickly said seriously: "It's nothing. It's just that there are many things recently, and I'm worried about Lingdao."

Ji Qingyan looked at him for a while, frowned and said nothing, and went to Hua Luochun's residence in the backyard first.

This look made Song Guzhui feel terrified.Recently, there have been memory faults from time to time, and he has found a way to suppress them by groping. The episodes are less during the day, but he can't restrain them at night. He doesn't remember anything, and the intervals are getting longer and longer uncontrollably.

He didn't know how to speak to people.There is no cure for this poison, what's the use of talking about it?Others know that there is nothing they can do, they can only watch him turn into a walking dead.

That's right, it's not that he doesn't want to say it, but that he still can't accept it.

Song Guzhui walked into the room, Guan Lingdao was dressing in the room, with his head down, not speaking or smiling, much quieter than usual.Song Guzhui said indifferently: "What's the matter, did the Lord of the Three Palaces discipline you?...It must be your own fault."

The corners of Guan Lingdao's mouth drooped: "Who said Master was training me? How could Master be willing to train me?"

"Humph."

Guan Lingdao continued to put on his clothes in silence, lowered his head and asked, "Deacon Song, when you treat people well, do you deliberately hide things and do everything yourself?"

Song Guzhui looked at him expressionlessly.

"What, do you have something on your mind? The Lord of the Third Palace has finally come to his senses, don't want you anymore?"

When Guan Lingdao heard this, he couldn't help but retort: ​​"Master won't want me, master can't do without me, and he will lock me up so that no one can see me later--" Adding fuel and jealousy, I can't wait to tell Ji Qingyan You can't live without him.

Song Guzhui turned his face away: "How long will it take you to get dressed?"

Guan Lingdao choked on him and shut his mouth.Deacon Song didn't get along with him by nature, or he didn't like him, and they quarreled when they met, in short, he just didn't want him to have a good time.

At any rate, he was dressed neatly. When he went out, he suddenly found Song Guzhui standing by the window in a daze. Seeing his blank expression, Guan Lingdao felt his heart skip a beat and asked involuntarily, "Deacon Song?"

Song Guzhui turned his head, and for some reason there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were a little loose, as if he had recovered from a very far away place, and he looked a little nervous and embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you?" Something was wrong, making people suspicious suddenly.

"It's nothing, you can go." Song Guzhui tried his best to calm down with a hoarse voice, "I have something to go back to Cen's house for the time being, and I won't be here for a few days, so you can tell the third palace master."

Guan Lingdao felt something unusual in his heart, but he couldn't catch anything for a while, so he glanced at him and asked, "Are you really okay? If you got poisoned by something, you should tell him sooner."

"If there is poison, I will share half with you." His expression has returned to normal, the tension just now is like a flash in the pan, and nothing can be seen.

Guan Lingdao pursed his lips and said nothing more, and went out.

Song Guzhui stood by the window for a while, his face pale, and suddenly jumped out, flying over several pavilions and pavilions, and flew out of the house.This is not the Hua's house, it's just the place where Hua Luochun bought it temporarily to question Guan Lingdao. It's only thirty miles away from the Cen's house, and it takes more than half an hour to get there.

Ji Qingyan sent a letter saying that the situation was unknown and dangerous, so Tsing Yi and Shi Knocking were waiting at Cen's house, and Mo Zhongxian had to stay here.It was already afternoon when Song Guzhui saw them, he talked to Tsing Yi and Shi Knocking first about the matter, discussed it properly, and it was past dinner time when he returned to his room.Mo Zhongxian was sitting alone by the window in a daze, shrinking his body, with his eyes wide open, when he heard the sound of the door, his shoulders trembled slightly, like an owl in the dark night heard the movement and turned his head to look in his direction with.

"Brother Song." He said, with some excitement and joy in his voice, but he restrained himself.

"Yeah." Song Guzhui walked up to him and pinched his cheeks, "I lost weight again."

Mo Zhongxian was originally as thin as a skeleton, but he was fattened up by Song Guzhui recently. Although he was still thin, he looked much more handsome, with an elegant temperament like a scholar from a good family.

"How are you these days?" Mo Zhongxian grabbed his sleeve and twisted into a ball.

"Well, same." Song Guzhui closed the window, picked him up and put him on the small bed next to him, "It's night, let's sleep."

Since Mo Zhongxian followed him, he lived in the same room, but he slept in a separate bed. Song Guzhui treated him like a younger brother, so he didn't dare to say anything, and lay down obediently, just looking at him.Song Guzhui took his hand and smiled slightly: "When you go to the Shangqing Palace, I'll ask the old palace master to take a look for you. Then you might be able to run away."

"Well, the Shangqing Palace must be a good place." The corners of Mo Zhongxian's mouth curled up.

"Beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, it is a rare spiritual place." Song Guzhui touched his eyes lightly, and smiled, "I just want your eyes to see in the future, the old palace master's cultivation is so advanced, maybe you can-- "

Speaking of this, the voice stopped abruptly, and Song Guzhui's gaze still fell on his face, but it seemed to pass through his body, looking into the distance lazily.

The fingertips were warm and warm, and seemed to be stroking his eyelids vaguely.

Mo Zhongxian bit his lip, held his hands tremblingly, pressed them to his face, and closed his eyes.I went again, and I fell into the bottomless abyss while talking.The two of them sat stiffly until the fourth watch, when Mo Zhongxian slowly stood up, and whispered in Song Guzhui's ear, "Brother Song, take me to see Cen Moxing."

Song Guzhui stood up without a word, like a puppet without speaking or asking, hugged Mo Zhongxian horizontally, and flew out of the window expressionlessly.