Xianjun, he always binds me! [Rebirth]

Qin Yizhi, who was in a coma, was on fire all over his body, as if he had been drawn into another world in a trance.

Opening his misty eyes in his spiritual consciousness, there is only a red to complete color in front of his eyes.

The raging fire is churning, this is a confined space, and at this moment, he is trapped in the middle of the raging fire.

A colorless floating lotus hangs in mid-air, turning slowly.

One person, one lotus, standing quietly, silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the lotus flower slowly rotated beside him, circling around him and brushing gently over his body.And every time he touched a place, the scars on his body that had been whipped disappeared.

The traces of the wound disappeared without a sound, and the pain gradually weakened.

And when all the scars on his body were gone, the colorless lotus flower flew in front of his eyes again, hanging in mid-air and spinning slowly, as if asking for credit, spinning extremely happily.

"Are you...?" There was a faint answer in my heart, but the surprise in my heart still made my heart palpitate.

If there is no mistake, this must be... Wulianglian.

He, the Qin family has always cherished and guarded the treasure of the town, so many people coveted it for a long time, how could it appear here?

There were flames all around, but Qin Yizhi didn't feel the slightest bit of heat, but instead felt warm and harmonious, which made people nostalgic for it.

He stretched out his hand and touched the lotus petals lightly. It wasn't untouchable as he imagined. On the contrary, the tentacles were warm and soft, as if touching a piece of cotton.

Such a strange feeling aroused a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Wulianglian seemed to be able to feel his mood. With every minute change of Qin Yizhi's emotions, Wulianglian had different degrees of rotation speed.

The more peaceful he was, the slower it would spin.

The more intense the fluctuation in his heart, the faster it rotates.

Looking at the palm-sized lotus floating in the air, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, despite the bitterness in his heart, Qin Yizhi could only laugh in a low voice.

"So, everything is for you?"

Just because of you, others would rather kill by mistake than let one go.

What is it that can have such a big temptation that even if you go to hell, you will have no regrets.

Blood was dripping from my heart, and the sadness spread a little bit. Wulianglian seemed to feel wronged, and the lotus petals lay down limply.

Pulling the corners of his mouth into a smile, Qin Yizhi's face became calm again.

Looking at it, he smiled and said: "You don't need to be like this. Although I don't know when you will appear by my side, but now, you are mine. Let's do the most important thing together."

"Whether it's heaven or earth, hell or sea of ​​fire, I have to go there, can you accompany me?"

The world owes me more than a thousand lives, and I will take them back one by one.

Wulianglian suddenly spun rapidly and rushed into Qin Yizhi's body.A wave of heat hit, rushing from the heart to the limbs, Qin Yizhi opened his eyes instantly.

In front of him was the unconscious Miao Wenqing.

I don't know where I am, I don't know when.

There was a faint smell of burning in the air, and Miao Wenqing's robe was also somewhat burnt.

If the prediction is correct, Wulianglian should have attacked Miao Wenqing when he was unconscious just now.

Miao Wenqing didn't show any signs of injury, he just passed out.

Qin Yizhi sat up for a while before rubbing his temples.

He looked into the distance blankly, watching the sunset gradually setting in the distance.

Yu Hui walked all over his body, reflecting the bloody clothes on his body, like a quiet sculpture with a golden frame, soft and far away from the hustle and bustle.

That is the direction of Dongfengdu, his hometown.

Now, the sun has set, and the world is gradually darkening.

He stood up slowly, raised his hand, and looked at the remaining sporadic sunlight between his fingers.

Dim and intoxicating.

Turn the angle and look into the distance from your fingers.

Endless dreams are out of reach, just look at it like this, and you can't see the edge.

The scars on his body have all disappeared, and there are no more scars, leaving only the painful pain.

Has been sinking into the bottom of my heart.

Summoning dead leaves as a quilt to cover Miao Wenqing's sleeping body, Qin Yizhi bowed deeply to Miao Wenqing: "Little uncle, thank you."

No one can stop his steps.Now his heart is like still water, he no longer has the lofty ambitions of the past, no longer has the obsession with killing demons and defending the way, and he no longer has the emptiness of guarding the world.

At this moment, I just feel that everything sounds so ridiculous.

Like laughing at his innocence, laughing at his stupidity, laughing at his inability to see all kinds of life.

People's hearts are really greedy.

Desire is ridiculous.

How calm the face is, how powerful the inner decision is.

Qin Yizhi stepped towards the darkness, the last ray of light disappeared, the bright moon gradually appeared, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed.

He walked in the darkness, towards the place where the moon rose, step by step...

His body was already dirty and messy, and he didn't know where he was at this time.Aimless, without direction.

The stream rushes down beside me, clear and clear.

Qin Yizhi took off his blood-stained clothes, looked at Wu Wumenghui's clothes that were originally as white as a thousand years of silver snow, and shook his head slightly.

After all, he is still not suitable for white.

His hands are destined to be stained with blood.

His world should always be red.

Washed up, stood up from the lake, and walked to the shore.

The straight and slender legs stepped out of the lake, the brand new clothes covered the body, and the pure and bright blood coat wrapped the body.

Since then, Qin Yizhi has never had an endless dream.

His life should be his own.

Three years later.

The lake was sparkling, and a light boat passed by and stopped in the middle of the lake.

One person was wearing a bamboo hat and a light blue shirt, holding a boat pole and casting a net in the middle of the lake, and then sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, waiting quietly.

The petals of the lotus leaves are close to each other, and the wind blows, squeezing each other, swaying in the wind.

The bamboo hat covered his face, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but there was a jug of wine beside him, which had not been opened.

The man stretched out his delicate fingertips, held the jug and shook it, as if he wanted to muster up the courage to smell it, but as if he remembered something, he put down the jug in self-deprecating manner.

The maple trees on the bank are all dyed, and the riverside is full of red.

The scenery of summer and autumn is miraculously blended here, not only unobtrusive, but also has a different kind of beauty.

The lake is green and green, the lake is rippling, and the red maple on the shore is like a fire rising to the sun.

Whether it is the summer scenery or the autumn scenery, they are all taken care of on the lake.

The faint ripples that occasionally linger past spread out in circles from the bottom of the boat in the middle of the lake.

The man on the boat tilted his head, supported his head, and looked at the distant shore.

Here, there used to be a name that no longer exists—Dongfengdu.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three years, and things have changed.

Somebody, never to be seen again.

The wine is still undrinkable, the man in blue shook his head, his usually cold face subconsciously melted with a touch of warmth, his brows and eyes were already stained with the color of Fenglin's fire.

The thin chin seems to have receded from the youthful innocence with the passage of time.

When he stood up again, his stature had already been raised, his clothes were rippling in the lake, the wind was blowing, and his shirt was dancing.

There is a plain fan inserted obliquely at the waist, each person with a fan and a pot of wine, accompanying them to the end of the world.

Dongfengdu is not what it used to be. Since breaking the formation three years ago, there has been no trace left and it has disappeared without a trace.

After Ye Yunran woke up, she hadn't seen Qin Yizhi for a long time.Even if he searched all over the country, he still didn't know the slightest trace of him.

On the shore of Dongfengdu's lake, there is already a small wooden house surrounded by a simple fence, which has stood here for more than three years.

There are endless mountains behind, winding lake waves in front of you, and layers of maple barriers all around.

This wooden house is here, and it has been quietly secluded for many years.

At this time, one person, one fan, and a jug of wine got off the boat and headed for the wooden house.

The furnishing in the room is simple, and there are not many things, just a table, two chairs, and a bed.

There is always a jug next to the tea tray, with sweet wine in it, but some people dare not lift the lid, for fear of smelling it, they will get drunk again.

Qing Xiu is like this, but his cultivation base has improved a lot. Ye Yunran no longer gets involved in the dust, and concentrates on practicing, hiding in the mountains alone.

On this day, he caught fish again, picked lotus root, took off his bamboo hat, and went to the house to pour a cup of tea.

Pour in the tea, without feeling a meal.

He picked up the tea again and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, his hands trembling a little.

He seemed to take a sip unconsciously, only to realize that the tea was so hot that the tip of his tongue was numb.

The fragrance of tea is faint, dancing with the direction of the wind, but the person serving the tea stands there for a long time, not daring to look back.

The tea in the cup still has a faint aroma, and it is as hot as his heart.

He used to chill the tea before going out, but today, the temperature of the tea really burned his heart...

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