Zhu He

On the way back from Changjia Village, Chang Jiaci was in a trance. Floating Cloud realized something belatedly in the middle of the journey, and turned back in a hurry, making a big circle outside before returning to the other courtyard.

Pushing the door and entering, the bed was empty, and the person who was still lying on it when he went out had disappeared.Chang Jiaci's heart tightened, and he hurriedly searched for it. After searching back and forth, he did not expect to see the other party in the firewood room.

Dong Qinghe was standing in front of the stove, staring at a copper pot intently, when he heard the movement by the door, he turned his face slowly, his eyes were still a little dazed.

"What are you doing?" Chang Jiaci asked with a pale face, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Dong Qinghe said: "I just want to boil some water to wipe my face." The cold wind was howling outside the house, and the master of Dongmen, whose cultivation base was unstable, lay on the bed alone, feeling cold to the bone.

Chang Jiaci looked at the blood dripping from his face again, as well as the half-damp clothes on his body, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked forward.

"Go and lie down, I'll come."

Dong Qinghe paused, and still took a step back, but he didn't leave the room, just stood aside and looked at the other party quietly.

"Didn't you buy something?"

Chang Jiaci thought for a while before remembering what Dong Qinghe said: "Oh... rice cakes? The boss still didn't come to the stall during the big festival. I waited for him for a long time and didn't wait."

"Is it……"

When Chang Jiaci heard the other party's sigh and turned around, he saw Dong Qinghe's eyes fixed on him.

"what happened?"

Dong Qinghe bent his eyes: "You changed your clothes."

Chang Jiaci looked down at the red dress he was wearing again, which was more gorgeous than the previous ones, and a light but delicate peony was embroidered with silver thread on the front of the dress, which complemented his ruddy complexion , I only feel the willow eyebrows and starry eyes looking forward.

"On the way to the market, my sleeve was caught by a branch, so I bought a new set. Is it good?" Chang Jiaci straightened up and asked with a smile.

Dong Qinghe didn't react to his absurd words, looked around Chang Jiaci up and down, nodded: "It looks good."

Chang Jiaci said: "I also bought a set for you, and I'll bring it later."

"it is good."

The water in the pot boiled, and Chang Jiaci poured it into the basin, trying to cool it down, when suddenly his neck felt itchy, his eyebrows and eyes twitched, and he almost threw the pot in his hand, but fortunately, he found something close to him the next moment. Qinghe didn't do anything, just hung something around his neck.

Dong Qinghe said softly: "You never leave this thing before, but you forgot it on the bed when you left today."

Chang Jiaci lowered his head and looked at the thing hanging on his chest, which was the amulet given to him by Si Si at that time.

Chang Jiaci caressed him carefully: "Yes... how could I forget it, thank you."

Dong Qinghe said: "You must remember it next time."

Chang Jiaci nodded, pulled Dong Qinghe to sit on the bench beside him, and then twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face.

Dong Qinghe put his hands on his knees and performed Ren Chang Jiaci's quiet movements. The scarf is not soft, but Chang Jiaci's technique is very gentle, carefully brushing Dong Qinghe's eyebrows, nose, mouth, and jaw... Neck, and then unbuttoned the lapel and wiped his chest and back. Chang Jiaci also asked Dong Qinghe to reach out his hand to clean the palms and backs of his hands very carefully.

There was only silence in the woodshed for a while.

It's just that Chang Jiaci laughed at himself, laughing so hard that Dong Qinghe raised his eyes to look at him.

Chang Jiaci's smile was extraordinarily sweet, and he said: "You look more obedient than Jiao Jiao..." Who would have thought that this man was so beautiful a few months ago, and now he is just like a spirit beast he raised? Almost, very well-behaved.

Dong Qinghe laughed too, and he asked: "My current appearance...is it ugly?"

The majestic master of the east gate also cherishes his appearance one day?

Chang Jiaci's pupils were shining, and he nodded unceremoniously: "Yeah, you said... you would have become like this a few years ago, those female monks... er, 蘼草, 花见冬... and what's called What's the matter, Wan Yin, the leader of Youtian Sect, will he be so fascinated by the master of the East Gate day and night? Or is he full of disgust?"

Dong Qinghe didn't mind Chang Jiaci's sarcasm, he just looked at the other party and asked, "You despise me now?"

Chang Jiaci still smiled: "What do you think?"

Dong Qinghe held the opponent's hand: "It doesn't matter whether you dislike it or not, they can still escape, but you... have to stay here and face me day and night."

Chang Jiaci narrowed his eyes, showing displeasure: "The master of the East Gate is so domineering."

Dong Qinghe exerted a little force, and Chang Jiaci was pulled to bend down by him, and his breath met, showing a trace of rogue: "Where is there any Dongmen master, didn't you say... I and Jiao Jiao are different." Are you leaving..."

As he said that, he put his lips on Chang Jiaci, rolling them lightly and intersecting closely.

Chang Jiaci obediently entangled with Dong Qinghe for a while, and only when he noticed that Dong Qinghe's breath began to rush again did he push him away, and touching Dong Qinghe's forehead, Chang Jiaci said: "I put the clothes on Bring it and change it for you, okay?"

Dong Qinghe said: "Okay."

Chang Jiaci soon left and returned, holding a gorgeous brocade box in his hand, put it on the wooden table, opened it, took out a brocade robe inside and carefully changed it for Dong Qinghe.

These days, the daily gifts are shining on each other day by day, and they have already practiced a set of proficient techniques, but this time the clothes are easy to get on, but the knots on the robe belt can't be pulled up repeatedly. Sweat all over my forehead.

The trembling hand was caught by Dong Qinghe, Dong Qinghe patted the other side comfortingly, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Chang Jiaci moved his throat and put down his hand.

Dong Qinghe put on all the clothes smoothly, and saw that the usually elegant and prudent man was also wearing a dazzling red dress at this time, and his appearance was roughly the same as Chang Jiaci's, except that his lapel was embroidered with a Strains and stalks.

"how?"

Having not heard the person in front of him speak for a long time, Dong Qinghe couldn't help but speak.

With ups and downs in Chang Jiaci's eyes, he stretched out his hand to gently caress Dong Qinghe's chest.

"When you first became my husband and asked me to learn homework, I pestered you to read some miscellaneous poems. The first poem you taught me...do you remember?"

Dong Qinghe took the hand on his chest, slowly intersected his fingers, picked a sentence and said: "First from the heart of youth, to cherish the tenderness of others, I wish to be a couple after a long time."

Chang Jiaci interface: "I hope that in the thousand years, we will have a happy meeting for thousands of years, and the love will last forever..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Chang Jiaci said: "Qinghe, we are like this...do we become monks?"

The realm of comprehension is not like marriage in the human world, there are many red tapes, and monks are like this, so they can be regarded as companions.

Dong Qinghe nodded: "Forget it."

At that moment, Chang Jiaci felt his eyes sour and hot, and he couldn't help lowering his head.

In ten lifetimes, he went round and round for ten lifetimes, and finally came to today.

Dong Qinghe looked at the top of the opponent's head and bowed shoulders, and stretched out his hand to embrace him.

Chang Jiaci opened his arms and hugged the person in front of him tightly, but a simple firewood house was as magnificent as a wedding hall for a while.

There was no one in the room to speak for a long time, but Chang Jiaci finally spoke.

"For a long time, I always lamented that God was merciless and brought all kinds of misfortunes in the world to me. Until now, after seeing so much misery, I realized that there are so many people in this world who are more pitiful than me. many……"

His low voice brushed against Dong Qinghe's ears, Dong Qinghe turned his face slightly and asked.

"For example?"

Chang Jiaci said: "Shen Yuanxiu..."

Dong Qinghe didn't respond.

Chang Jiaci asked: "Don't you think he is pitiful?"

Dong Qinghe said: "Someone is more pitiful than him."

"Who?"

Dong Qinghe: "Autumn evening look."

Chang Jiaci's eyes flashed and he smiled.

"Living is more painful than dying, Jiaci, I don't want to be him." Dong Qinghe sighed.

Chang Jiaci sniffed at him, and said sincerely: "You will not be his, Qinghe, and I am not Shen Yuanxiu either."

"But you chose the same path as Yuan Xiu..." Dong Qinghe frowned sadly, "Why did you do this?"

Chang Jiaci was stunned, showing helplessness: "Because... this is the only way God gave us."

"It's a dead end."

"For you, it's a way to survive." Chang Jiaci said in a deep voice, "So, I won't give up..."

As he said that, his eyes turned cold, and he got out of Dong Qinghe's embrace step by step, and stood on the other side.

Dong Qinghe looked at Chang Jiaci's sleeves flashing gold and red, and he was already holding the Tianluo Saber in his hand, Dong Qinghe was stunned.

"The so-called method of cracking the three-spirit array is indeed so..."

Chang Jiaci knew that Dong Qinghe had already guessed it, and he no longer concealed it: "Yes, the mysterious three-soul curse is not unsolvable, and the two people who step into the formation are like Yin and Yang, one fades away and the other grows, immortal endlessly, and as long as one side disappears, the situation will naturally be resolved."

Dong Qinghe shook his head helplessly after hearing this: "Is it that simple to just disappear? Back then Yuan Xiu stabbed Mu Wang with three swords, each of which was enough to send him to hell, but in the end it was Yuan Xiu who died."

Chang Jiaci laughed: "How do you know that Qiu Muwang didn't die then?"

Dong Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and turned around in his heart.

"It turns out...that's it."

Dong Qinghe understood, Shen Yuanxiu broke in suddenly on the day Qiu Muwang and the elder Yingshu became a Taoist couple, stabbed him to death and took him away, Qiu Muwang disappeared at that time After several hundred days, when he came back, although his complexion was not good, the wounds all over his body had almost healed. Qiu Muwang himself didn't remember what happened during that time, he only remembered that Shen Yuanxiu wanted to kill him, And then kidnapped him.

But it turned out that during those days...Qiu Muwang was actually dead, but Shen Yuanxiu used some method to pull him back from the underworld, but Shen Yuanxiu himself... just fell into a slump.

Dong Qinghe suddenly thought that he was not at the door at first that day, and only rushed back when he heard that something happened at the door. Shen Yuanxiu had already severely injured Qiu Mu Wang, and according to Po Ge's previous details, Shen Yuanxiu was breaking in. At the Qinghe Gate, he was still full of cultivation, but when Dong Qinghe returned to the gate and saw the other party, Shen Yuanxiu grabbed Qiu Muwang who was covered in blood, but he was struggling to walk, and his face was clear...

It was as if those three swords... were stabbing at himself? !

Suddenly, Dong Qinghe was clever and said: "Yin and Yang have two sides, when taking the opponent's life, the formation will backfire..." So Qiu Muwang is dead, but Shen Yuanxiu is also seriously injured.

"That's right," Chang Jiaci nodded, and said to Dong Qinghe and Pan Dao, "To put it bluntly, the purpose of the three-soul curse is to let the yin and yang people in the formation kill each other, seemingly killing each other. I can solve it, but I don’t know that the person who did it will also be backlashed by the mirror of three souls and be powerless.”

"However, Shen Yuanxiu also found a glimmer of life in it. Qiu Muwang died, but Shen Yuanxiu's counterattack cultivation level when he stabbed him still entered Qiu Muwang's body and was sealed up. And in this world, there is still a The art of yang, when a person dies in a stick of incense, he uses magic power to suppress his soul so as not to leave the body, and then uses extremely deep cultivation to activate the yang return formation, combining both internal and external, there is a certain chance to bring that person back to life. Bring it back to the human world, and then give medical treatment.”

That's why Shen Yuanxiu re-entered the magic way, because he needed boundless mana to hold Qiu Muwang's soul, and when the other party woke up, he needed boundless mana for Qiu Muwang to heal his wounds, so he He still wanted to continue searching for the fragments of the Three Soul Mirror that belonged to others. He wanted to use the power inside for his own use, but in the end he saw that the other party was Chang Jiaci, so he gave up... and he lost all his cultivation because of this. He couldn't hold on, so he often said at that time that he was running out of time...

Dong Qinghe looked at Chang Jiaci who was slowly walking towards him while talking, and his eyes fell on the shining Tianluo knife in the other party's hand.

There were waves in Dong Qinghe's eyes, and now...Chang Jiaci, like Shen Yuanxiu, will do something to the person closest to him.

Chang Jiaci clenched the handle of the knife, and said: "We are still different from them. Our souls are divided into two parts. One of the conditions for breaking the formation is to return the souls, but you don't have to worry, I have already taken the first step." Send Youzhen on the road, and I also found all the fragments of the three soul mirrors in the seven souls. After I kill you, I will use the Sun Returning Formation to pull you back. And with my current cultivation base, Qing Crane, it’s up to you not to want to.”

As Chang Jiaci said, he slowly placed the Tianluo knife in his hand on Dong Qinghe's neck.

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