All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

From the Jiudu Hall to the guest room where Jing Zhou lived was only a cup of tea, Jing Zhou followed Qi Jue, his pace getting slower and slower.

Qi Jue sensed something was wrong, turned around, and saw that Jing Zhou was covered in sweat, but his lips were pale.

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay, it's too boring in the hall."

Jing Zhou sat down on the ground in the corridor and sighed heavily.

Jindu Mountain is located in the southeast region, and it is hot and humid in midsummer. Jing Zhou leaned on the pillar behind him, his headache was about to split, and his wet and sticky body seemed to turn into a puddle of water immediately: "Go back to the guest room first, I will blow some air here .”

Since the connection between his consciousness and the system was forcibly cut off, every time the system tried to invade his brain, he would have a headache that would explode when he resisted.

Just as Jing Zhou gritted his teeth and endured the pain, a pair of hands reached out to him: "I'll carry you."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Qi Jue didn't ask further.

Jing Zhou was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his hand and stood up, smiling: "Okay."

This is cheap and not in vain.

Qi Jue also laughed, squatted down slightly, and Jing Zhou lay down unceremoniously: "Feng Shui turns around, and the ghost master will carry me one day."

"Isn't it?" Qi Jue smiled.

"The cabbage raised by your family, A Yan, will be ruined by me."

Qi Jue paused: "Why do you call yourself a pig?"

Jing Zhou clicked his tongue weakly: "I didn't say I'd love you, why are you a pig?"

Qi Jue quickened his pace: "Say a few words less, lest I throw you halfway."

Jing Zhou smiled but did not answer.

After arriving at the guest room, Qi Jue threw Jing Zhou on the couch, Jing Zhou half-opened his eyes and said: "I'll sleep for a while, the ghost master can do what he wants."

"Move inside."

Jing Zhou moved inward, turned his back to the wall, Qi Jue lay down beside him with his clothes on, his back to his back, and took a lunch break.

In a daze, Jing Zhou had another nightmare of devouring the sky and eating the earth, using all living things as food, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were devastated.

In the dream, he drenched his ankles with blood, this time he lowered his head, and saw his own appearance clearly from the reflection of the blood——

The snow-white hair is not stained with blood or dust, only a red lotus of karmic fire is burning and blooming between the eyebrows.

In the reflection...is Zhu Yan.

Jing Zhou smashed the reflection in a panic, he ran like crazy and didn't stop until he was exhausted. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood around him disappeared, turning into a fairyland of lotus ponds surrounded by clouds and mist.

He lowered his head timidly again, and his appearance was reflected in the calm lotus pond——

This time, it wasn't Zhu Yan or Sect Master Jing, but his real appearance.

Jing Zhou was relieved, and just about to stretch out his hands into the lotus pond to wash his face, when his fingers touched the surface of the pond, ripples started, the reflection shattered, and the dream woke up.

There was no moonlight in the night, and the glazed light from the porch seeped in through the window paper, Jing Zhou opened his eyes.

The two people, who were originally back to back, now faced each other, and their eyes collided.

"What did Brother Zhou dream about?"

Jing Zhou told the truth directly: "I dreamed that I became Zhu Yan."

The two were silent for a moment, Qi Jue said: "What a coincidence, I also had a similar dream."

Jing Zhou: "So it's because of this that after being stabbed a few times by me, you wrote a million-word storybook with your own hands to make me change my mind? Huh?"

"It's not, it's just something that belonged to me. I'm not reconciled to turning it into Yu Ci's by accident."

Jing Zhou smiled: "I see."

Qi Jue thought about it carefully: "It's not all..."

Halfway through his speech, he paused and smiled: "Maybe it was Qingyuan Cave, but you successfully brainwashed me."

Jing Zhou raised the corners of his lips in a serious manner: "That's really gratifying, I have captured the ghost master."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to stroke the messy hair between Qi Jue's foreheads. The two of them lay on their sides and looked at each other, their postures and eyes were extremely lingering, but Jing Zhou's voice was cold with a smile on his face: "However, if you A Yan really appeared, maybe I will also try to kill him."

While speaking, Jing Zhou's hand slipped behind Qi Jue's ear, and pulled out the long silence that he put beside his pillow.

The cold light pierced through the gentle and dark night, shining brightly on Qi Jue's neck.

Qi Jue wasn't in a hurry, nor was he in a hurry, he just said lightly: "I know."

His face was calm, but there was a fierce murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Jing Zhou was stabbed so that his back felt cold.

"Tsk, just based on this look, I think it's okay to stab you twice."

"Yeah, maybe we ended up facing each other with swords."

The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled, Jing Zhou let go of the long silence: "It seems that my brainwashing has not been very successful."

Qi Jue rubbed in again.

"Brother Zhou."

"Ok?"

"Did someone tamper with you and make you lose your memory?"

"Almost, what else did the ghost master guess?"

"Your headache has something to do with this?"

"Smart, hit the target with every shot."

"need my help?"

"No, this matter can only be resolved by myself."

Qi Jue pondered for a moment: "Okay, if you need to talk to me."

Jing Zhou smiled: "The ghost master is so caring?"

"Your amnesia is strange, I'm afraid of future troubles."

"Okay, but my biggest future trouble is probably you, the ghost master."

Qi Jue smiled: "That's right."

Jing Zhou turned around and yawned: "I'll sleep a little longer, and I'll go back to Xuanji Mountain tomorrow, it's a long way."

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Zhou bid farewell to Patriarch Yan. After all, he brought three apprentices with him, Young Master Yu, and now he is dating the Master of the Ghost Realm, so how could he have the face to bother him any longer.

After lunch, the master and apprentice started their return journey to Xuanji Mountain, and Qi Jue naturally followed them all the way up and down.

He brought enough script books, kept feeding Qi Wuwei along the way, and cooked from time to time, the atmosphere of the group was mysteriously harmonious.

"Is the ghost master so downcast? Even the travel expenses have to rub against Xuanji Mountain?"

"Brother Zhou is so stingy? Our Blood Ballad Palace is also a neighbor of Xuanji Mountain. When we are away from home, shouldn't neighbors help each other?"

"Neighbor? I thought the mountain guard was like a jailer."

"Oh, yes, at brother Zhou's place, our Blood Ballad Palace is a prison, and we prisoners deserve death."

The two gossiped one after another. It was hot in summer, and Qi Jue picked some watermelons from the passing melon fields. Because the ghosts had a cold physique, Qi Jue hugged the watermelons in his arms for a moment, and then they became cold. into iced watermelon.

Jing Zhou took iced watermelon slices and put them on a plate, saying that Qijue is really easy to use.

"Of course it's easy to use. Summer is cool and winter is even colder. Brother Zhou, do you want to come over to relieve the heat?"

"Don't dare, I'm afraid I'll get on top."

With that said, Jing Zhou picked out the most central piece of watermelon and stuffed it into Qi Jue's mouth.

Qi Jue had his mouth full of sweet and juicy watermelon, and obediently closed his mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly.

The boat broke through the water, the sun shone on the cabin, and the temperature inside the airtight cabin was very high.

Qi Jue thought it was too hot, so he asked a few ghost slaves to lie on the cabin to cover the sun, the temperature in the cabin dropped suddenly, and it became cool and cool all of a sudden.

Qi Jue asked Jing Zhou to hand him a piece of watermelon again, he thought, the human world is so nice, there are spring and autumn, cold and heat, day and night, and delicious watermelon and snacks.

He still wanted to take more, Jing Zhou moved the plate away: "Eat less, you won't be willing to cook for us after eating all night."

They were so noisy all the way, and they didn't seem too anxious. They didn't return to Xuanji Mountain until they went from midsummer to early autumn.

It was getting cold at night.

Jing Zhou sent a message to the Ling slaves who stayed in the mountain in advance, and asked them to clean out a room specially for Yu Ci.

The original Haitangwu wedding room was obviously not suitable.

Qi Jue took Jing Zhou back to Haitangwu for a night on the grounds that it was late at night, but Jing Zhou ignored him and asked him to "keep the vacant room alone", and went to the room Ling Nu had prepared for Yu Ci to check and confirm. The house is spotless, the mattresses and beds are made of the best materials, and the wardrobe is all white clothes, so I can rest assured that Yu Ci can live there.

"If you need anything, just speak up, you can tell me or don't say anything, don't be polite."

Jing Zhou gave his instructions again, and was about to leave if he didn't want to stay for a long time.

"I have something to tell Senior..."

Yu Ci, who was always silent and forbearing, opened his mouth, and Jing Zhou sat down directly, very patiently: "Say it."

Yu Ci did not hesitate like in the past, and said directly: "Although many things have happened these days, I have thought clearly along the way. To cut off my delusions, perhaps the only way is to be ruthless."

Jing Zhou stared at him steadfastly, without saying a word, waiting for him to continue.

"I want to practice the Ruthless Dao not only to kill delusions, but also to avenge my father... I think Zhu Yan is making troubles frequently now, and his whereabouts will soon be revealed. Only the Ruthless Dao can quickly improve his cultivation. I have to catch him." Take this opportunity."

Seeing that Jing Zhou didn't answer, Yu Ci lowered his eyes in embarrassment: "I know that with my current cultivation, it's just a dream to defeat Zhu Yan..."

"If you think about it, you'll be fine," Jing Zhou smiled gently, interrupting Yu Ci's self-doubt, "Although Xuanji Mountain is poor, it is very good for cultivation. I will do my best to help you."

Yu Ci's eyes flickered: "Thank you, senior."

On the second day after returning to Xuanji Mountain, Qi Jue left Haitangwu and returned to the ghost domain. Now that the barrier of the ghost domain has been opened, the ghost master and the mountain guard have become real neighbors.

Since we were neighbors, we would visit from time to time. The ghost master was busy on weekdays, but he would visit every now and then to have dinner with Jing Zhou. Then send it directly to Xiwushe.

"Brother Zhou, don't be afraid. If you really face me with swords in the future, you won't be able to eat?"

"Afraid, how can you not be afraid? But it is useless to be afraid. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

Qi Jue poured wine for Jing Zhou with a smile: "I always feel that things are not that simple, including Brother Zhou's amnesia, and the fact that he can only eat the food I cook."

Jing Zhou thought to himself, I can't tell you that I passed through to complete the task, even though the task has been forcibly cut off by him now.

"Don't think about things you don't understand, and worry about it."

"Yes, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

After a pause, Qi Jue said again: "However, brother Zhou must keep his promise, and if you have any news about Zhu Yan, you must tell me."

"Of course, I won't hide it from you."

The two drank a few more glasses of wine, Jing Zhou said: "Recently, that suspected Zhu Yan hasn't moved much, but something strange happened in the village near Xuanji City."

"How to say?"

Jing Zhou held the wine cup tightly, and glanced at Qi Jue: "There is an empty corpse."

Qi Jue frowned. The so-called empty corpse refers to the fact that the soul was artificially removed from the body, and it was torn to pieces, unable to reincarnate.

"Brother Zhou suspects that someone is practicing the soul-drawing technique?"

The soul-drawing technique is a taboo technique created by a monk thousands of years ago. Because it was too vicious and evil, the ancient books were burned by the immortal sect hundreds of years ago. It is said that the person who burned it was the ancestor of Xuanji Mountain.

"It looks very similar. At the beginning, that person practiced with poultry and livestock. Recently, two common people have had their souls extracted."

"Have you found any clues?"

Jing Zhou rarely showed a heavy expression on his face, his fingers slightly curled while holding the wine cup, and he shook his head: "The scariest thing about the soul-drawing technique is that there are no traces to be found, but now I have let Wuzaihecheng arbitrarily set up a spiritual barrier, You will know when there is a sign of trouble.”

"Okay, I can also ask the ghosts to guard the gate. In case your apprentice is lazy, I can help you."

Jing Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and poured wine for Qi Jue: "You ghost clan are so enthusiastic?"

Qi Jue drank it down in one gulp, and said with a smile, "Of course my heart is warm for Brother Zhou."

Jing Zhou naturally didn't believe his nonsense: "Why? Do you suspect that this has something to do with Zhu Yan's remnant soul?"

"Well, maybe the person behind the scenes is not satisfied with the remnant soul, but also wants to steal Ayan's remaining soul." Qi Jue didn't hide anything, and told the truth about what he thought.

Jing Zhou pondered for a moment, then nodded: "If there is any news, I will synchronize with you."

Qi Jue smiled: "Brother Zhou is really in trouble with me."

Jing Zhou clicked his tongue: "Anyway, the whole fairy world thinks so, why don't I follow their wishes and sit down."

At the end of October, there was heavy snow on Xuanji Mountain, and the snow covered the layers of mountains, and the world was silent.

At night, the wind blows the snow outside the window of Xiwushe, and occasionally a winter eagle sings at night.

Qi Wusuo's room was filled with fire spirit stones, it was warm and warm, and the medicine on the stove made a gurgling sound.

Qi Wuwei's waking time has become shorter and shorter recently, and he falls asleep all day long. His appetite is very good, and his appetite almost catches up with Jing Zhou's.

He woke up at night, lying on the couch with a full stomach, and flipping through the scriptures.

The lamp in the room was swayed by the vapor of the medicine, Qi Wuwu raised his head from the script and looked at the back of his brother who was busy decocting the medicine: "Brother, I don't want to drink the medicine."

"It's up to you to think about it or not?" Qi Wusuo put the black concoction in a white porcelain bowl, sat on the side of the bed, and blew the medicine to cool for him.

Qi Wuwu held his elder brother's hand and finished drinking the medicine obediently, curling his lips in bitterness: "I don't feel bad when Brother Ming is here, so what are you still drinking the medicine for?"

Qi smiled noncommittally, took the empty bowl and put it on the table, and when he turned around, the looming red mountain stone under the hair gave off a warm light.

Qi Wuwu looked at the red mountain stone that he personally put on for his brother, his eyes were gentle, and there was a smile: "It's so beautiful."

Qi didn't know what he said, and said with a smile: "It's shameless to boast about your skills."

"I mean brother looks good."

"It's shameless to praise yourself for being good-looking."

After all, they both look alike.

Qi Wuwu grinned, took out half of the polished blood jade pendant from his bosom, and stuffed it into Qi Wusuo's hand: "Brother, take it, and you won't lose it in the future."

Qi Wusuo was startled, held the jade pendant in his hand, and took a long time to say hello.

"If I want to leave first, I'll go downstairs and wait for brother... If brother comes later, you can drink Mengpo soup if you want. With the blood jade pendant, we can recognize each other after drinking Mengpo soup."

"Don't talk nonsense," Qi Wuzuo couldn't hold back his smile, and hastily tied the jade pendant around his waist, "Where's yours? I'll tie it for you too."

Qi Wuwu smiled, and took out his half of the blood jade pendant from the neckline: "I put it on early."

The length of the rope is just enough for the jade pendant to fall on the heart, tainting the warmth of the heart.

Qi Wusuo touched the blood jade that was warmed by his body temperature, and thoughtfully said: "Just wait a little longer, the spring of the next year...you don't need to drink medicine."

Qi Wuyou nodded silently, and suddenly smiled after a long while: "Brother, I'm actually quite scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Qi Wusuo never told Qi Wuwu what he had done, but after all, it was his own body, and Qi Wuwei should be more or less aware of it.

"I'm afraid...it won't be me by then."

Qi Wusuo was taken aback, and the drooping eyelashes cast two thick shadows on his cheeks: "If you are not you, who else could it be? Don't think about it."

"Well, I believe brother."

Qi Wuwei has always been the one who believes in Qi Wuwu the most, and is above all moral right and wrong.

My brother said that everything will be better in the coming year, and it must be true.