Is slag Gong whitewashed today?

Under the eaves of the blue tiles, water droplets scattered into thin lines, dripping on the steps to create a circle of ripples.

Qingyan didn't even have time to pinch the rain-avoiding formula, so he rushed into the main hall of Kunlun in a hurry, all wet.

"Have you sent out half of the inner alchemy?"

Qi Rang was wrapped in heavy fox fur, and the light gray fluffy collar rubbed against his chin, making the already angular jaw even clearer.

He restored the endgame in the ancient book, held on to Heizi with one hand, and said casually:

"What is it like to be so flustered?"

Rainwater slid down her neck along the wet hair, and the coolness went straight into Qingyan's heart.

"you..."

He pointed his finger at Qi Rang, as if he was extremely angry.

"Feng, Li, what about the others?"

"I took out the phoenix bone, and I can't find any trace."

"The phoenix bone? You didn't tell him that it was half of your inner alchemy? He still doesn't know who he is?"

After three questions in a row, Qingyan walked up to him with a complicated expression, snatched the booklet from him,

"What are you going to do?"

A shielding barrier was set up on Kunlun Mountain from the inside to the outside. Qi Rang's strength was greatly reduced due to the damage of the inner alchemy. At this time, he was quite tired and rubbed the sun acupuncture point.

"It's natural to do a full set of acting, you just remember to help me accept Fengli's soul."

Fengli's gate of life is hidden in the phoenix bone, and the power of the demon seed is also weakened by the phoenix bone, and he has a spell that he uses for tracking, and he just waits for an opportunity in the future to kill him in public , taking advantage of the chaos to make Tiandao think that Fengli is dead.

Speaking of the way of heaven, no one knows how this kind of thing exists, and Qi Rang can only vaguely guess that it is a law of everything that maintains the origin of the world based on the luck and fate of all living things.

It's not that he didn't think about fighting against fate and not following the cause and effect. In fact, he really did this when he was a teenager.

And the price is to reap a situation that is more miserable than the original ending.

So this time, he just wanted to follow Fengli's original horoscope and create false appearances.

Death does not necessarily mean that the soul flies away and disappears from then on.

It can also be to go to another world, not to be observed by the heaven here.

Mustard Seed Sumeru can create three thousand realms of all things, true and false, reverse time and space

——That was the only chance he left for Fengli.

Qingyan finally calmed down at this time, he looked at his friend for many years, and spit out two words,

"Big fierce."

Qi Rang didn't look up.

"The repeated old hexagrams are not for Fengli, but for you."

There was a sound of thunder, and lightning penetrated the clouds on the summit of the gods, hitting the barrier with terrifying lightning.

The word Fengli reappeared in the ears of the gods, and it has been completely replaced by the word Mozun habitually.

It took only five years for the stars to hold the moon and the gods to cast aside it.

And in these five years, Fengli's strength has grown much faster than Qi Rang imagined.

On the border of gods and demons, the two armies are at war.

Qi Rang and Feng Li fought against each other several times, and when he felt that he was gradually losing, he ruthlessly stabbed the sword into his chest.

It's just that the sword didn't penetrate, but was blocked by a hard object, and it couldn't advance half a point.

Feng Li took a step back, her expression unclear,

"You want to kill me that much?"

Qi Rang frowned slightly, and pestered him again.

Feng Li, however, dodged like a cat catching a mouse without haste,

"How come your mana has regressed so much, or is it that the Zhiming God is just a vain name, and it is so unbearable."

A general from the God Realm sensed that Qi Rang was at a disadvantage, so he followed suit.

Feng Li sneered,

"Out of control."

Gradually more and more gods gathered here, forming an encirclement circle with Fengli at the center.

The sky was gloomy, and it was hard to tell whether the blood on the weapon was from the enemy or from the friendly. All the generals had only one thought in their minds, which was to kill Feng Li.

When finally a god was about to approach him, blood flashed in Feng Li's eyes, he jumped out of the circle grabbing his neck, and was about to throw his sleeves to kill these ants, when suddenly a sword wind struck from behind.

He snorted coldly, and without blinking his eyes, he pulled out the sword of the general in his hand and stabbed at it.

At the moment when the blade pierced into the flesh and made a sound, he also turned his head to see the face of the person behind him.

Blood dripped from the blade, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

In my mind, I was lying in a pool of blood that day, and the person in front of me said to me with a cold expression that you are a demon, and I was here to kill you, and the image of the person's chest soaked in blood repeated in my mind.

Feng Li didn't suddenly regain consciousness until he saw Qi Rang's legs that had turned into light spots and gradually disappeared.

"Master..."

He stretched out his hand to keep him, but found it was futile.

Just when the light spots dissipated to the upper body, everyone's movements stopped in place, and the weapons and blood stopped in the air, forming a purgatory-like oil painting.

And in this stillness, Qi Rang raised his hand with the last strength and rubbed Feng Li's head who was at a loss,

"It's not your fault, I'm too weak."

I was too weak, and I couldn't protect you in the end.

In the past tens of thousands of moments that Fengli didn't know about, the closeness of his master that he was looking forward to had actually happened.

It's just a taste, and you can't go any further.

The last divine power dissipated and the world flowed again.

A mournful phoenix cry resounded through the wilderness, and all the gods and demons looked at the center of the battlefield with trembling hearts.

The God Realm avoided fighting for three days in order to Zhiming, and the Demon Realm withdrew for unknown reasons.

"This is the end of the battle between gods and demons."

Xingmu took the picture, and a storyteller finished in a subdued tone, which also woke up the fascinated tea guests in the audience.

In the box on the second floor of the teahouse, Lu Lan frowned for some reason,

"How can the name of this script be the same as yours, and who is Feng Li, it's just ridiculous."

Qi Rang grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peeled them idly,

"Then what do you think of Feng Li?"

"Love and righteousness."

Qi Rang hummed, and heard him say again:

"It's a pity that I loved the wrong person."

After a pause in the movement of peeling melon seeds, Qi Rang turned to look at him,

"is it?"

"It's just that I didn't have my parents by my side when I was a child, so it's similar to the baby bird complex and treats the dependence of family affection as love. If he hadn't fallen in love with his master, with the power of the demon king, he wouldn't have lived such a miserable life."

"Ah, what about his master?"

Lu Lan stood up, walked up to him without answering and handed him a brocade handkerchief,

"We should go, what do you want for lunch?"

Qi Rang wiped his fingers without thinking about it.

"Jincheng just won a battle, isn't there a celebration banquet for you at noon today?"

"It's just a formality. The national humiliation has not been washed away. There is nothing to celebrate."

"very soon."

The two walked down the wooden ladder, disappeared into the crowd again.

When Bai Ze was in the small world, he never told Qi Rang what "too miserable" in the first life meant, and what was the sealed memory.

It was only later that Qi Rang found out that it was too painful because he died at the hands of the Japanese army while fleeing, and Lu Lan just happened to see the scene of his death when he arrived.

The scene of deja vu stimulated his memory, and he wanted to turn back the time in his heart, which caused the space in Mustard Sumeru to almost collapse. Later, the fluctuation of time and space in the world of "Duan Yi" was just one of the links caused by the butterfly flapping its wings.

The three thousand worlds are not virtual, and they have their own laws. If they are not repaired, they will only collapse.

When Qi Rang met Fengli in Taiyuanzong, he touched the jade pendant he had given him.

Anyway, it was given to him by myself, so it shouldn't be considered stealing?

Thinking like this, Qi Rang just broke away from it, and when he was about to go to the cultivation world to find his old friends, he heard a familiar low and hoarse voice behind him,

"Master prefers me in the lower realm?"

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