Zhu He

Several people were talking and had arrived outside the small courtyard where Qing Xi lived.

Qing Lang pushed open the door, and saw a frail young man lying on the bed.Hearing the sound of footsteps, the boy's eyelashes trembled for a long time before he opened his eyes with difficulty, but his pupils were dizzy and he couldn't speak. It seemed that the injury was still serious.

Several servants came forward freely, changing his clothes, feeding his medicine, taking care of everything in Qingxi in an orderly manner.

Jiaci watched for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Why did he go to our village alone that day?"

Qing Lang shook his head: "We also don't know, Qing Xi is going to You Tianjiao to do business, and it stands to reason that he doesn't need to go to the human world, and we don't know why he appeared there."

"You Tianjiao?"

Noticing Jiaci's puzzled face, this time Qingyi answered straightforwardly: "That's also a cultivation sect, but of course it can't be compared with our Qinghemen, but their beautiful leader is very fond of our leader, every now and then He wanted to find some excuse to send some things to the door, so the door owner had to send us to return all the sent things every now and then, and it happened to be Qingxi's turn that time."

"So that's how it is." It was Qingxi who asked the question a moment ago, but what Jiaci noticed was another question, "Cultivators can't get married..."

"Which ear did you hear me say that you can't get married if you cultivate the truth?" Qingyi rolled her eyes inexplicably, "That's called Luo Hua's intentional flow of water and ruthlessness, not just anyone who comes here will be liked by our sect master, and Even if you fall in love with us, it's not called getting married, but becoming a Taoist couple, which is beneficial to practice!"

"Taoist monk? Then...does the sect master have a monk?" Jiaci asked quickly.

Qingyi glared at him: "Why are you asking about this?"

Seeing that Jiaci was wronged by scolding, Qing Lang waved to him: "Jiaci, come to me and help me."

Jiaci took a look at Qingxi, stepped forward slowly and caught one of his sleeves, and asked Qinglang to change Qingxi into clean clothes.

Qinglang said in a low voice: "The sect master has no monks. The sect master has devoted himself to the sect all these years except for cultivation. He said that he has no time to think about this for the time being."

"Oh..." Jiaci nodded, still looking at the injured boy on the bed.

But when Qingyue heard Qinglang's words, he asked in surprise: "Did the sect master say that there are no monks? What about the Palace Master Hua of Jiuning Palace..."

Qingyi was also surprised, but she didn't dare to guess wildly, so she could only say: "How do I know, if the sect master says there is no, then it means there is no."

Flower Palace Master?

Jiaci, who pricked up his ears, accidentally made a heavy hand, which immediately caused the boy on the bed to hum softly.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Jiaci said quickly.

Xu Shi was pulled to the wound by his clumsy movements, Qingxi opened his eyes wide from the pain, and his blurred vision became clear in an instant, especially when he faced the person in front of him, his expression changed several times, trance, The surprise finally settled on the full horror.Looking at Chang Jiaci, Qingxi opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but unfortunately his tone of voice was vague and hoarse, very chaotic.

Qing Lang immediately hugged the fluttering Qing Xi, pressed him back on the bed, and called the people around him: "Qing Yue, why are you standing there, carefully, his chest wound is cracked again!"

Qingyi Qingyue hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Qingxi was irritable for some reason, especially when Jiaci saw the three of them struggling and wanted to step forward to help, but Qingxi struggled even harder, staring over and staring at him. It's about to crack.

"Qinglang, Qingxi is wobbling, he seems to be very scared, is he in a panic?" Qingyi asked anxiously.

Qing Lang's eyes rolled around and landed on Chang Jiaci: "You go out first."

Chang Jiaci was startled and nodded.

Slowly walking to the outside of the courtyard and standing still, Chang Jiaci silently looked into the distance, listening to Qingxi's wild howls and other people's comforting voices coming from the house without moving.

After a while, the door opened, and Qing Lang and his party came out.

Jiaci rushed to greet him: "Is he better?"

Qing Lang nodded: "He has been like this since he woke up, good times and bad times, he must be affected by the poison of the monster, sorry, just now..."

Jia Ci shook his head, and said calmly: "I understand, I may still have the aura of that fierce beast on me, it's normal for Qingxi to be afraid, treat him well, it doesn't matter if I go to see him again."

"You just understand."

Several people walked towards each other while talking. Jiaci looked into the distance and asked curiously, "Where is the tall palace over there?"

Qingyi said: "That's Yuanqiao Pavilion, where all kinds of classics and miscellaneous books are collected in the gate."

Jiaci's eyes lit up: "Then can I..."

Qing Lang asked: "Do you want to borrow books?"

"Ah."

"What kind of book do you idiot read..." Qingyi cut her head.

Jiaci didn't care about Qingyi's attitude, but scratched his head: "It's because I'm stupid, so the sect master let me read more books."

"Since it's the sect master's order, then I can borrow it naturally." Qing Lang said with a smile, "I'll go with you in a while."

"Really? That's great! Thank you, Qing Lang!"

*******

When Dong Qinghe came to Jiaci's room at the time of Youshi, he saw that the young man who was either in a daze or sleeping soundly was sitting upright behind the table, carefully flipping through a simple ancient book.

Sensing who was coming, Jiaci raised his head and smiled brightly at Dong Qinghe.

"Master..."

"What are you looking at?" Dong Qinghe walked to the table and sat down, glanced at the book, and saw that there were all kinds of weapons and magic weapons on it, it was a book of magical weapons, "Why did you think of reading this? "

Jiaci stood up, poured him a cup of tea respectfully, and said embarrassingly: "I can't practice alone, so I just want to listen to your words and learn something else, so I went to Yuanqiao Pavilion to find some books to read, but it turned out …I found that I didn’t know much about Chinese characters and couldn’t understand anything. After reading it for a long time, only this picture had the most pictures, so I borrowed this book…”

Jiaci said it with shame and embarrassment, and even made a big blush.

Dong Qinghe laughed: "Then can you understand it now?"

Jiaci shook his head, pushed the book over, pointed to a word on it and said, "What do these two words... mean?"

Dong Qinghe glanced: "Xianshu."

"What do you mean?" Jiaci asked timidly.

Dong Qinghe bent his eyes, simply sat closer, and patiently explained to Jiaci.

"This is an ancient divine weapon named Xianshu," Dong Qinghe pointed to the line drawing next to the two characters, "its sword body is forged from the claws of wolf eagles and eagles. It is indestructible and will not rot for ten thousand years." .”

"And this Sunset Knife was taken from 99 green crocodile stone essences in the deep pool of Xianyu Mountain, and it was refined in the Burning Immortal Furnace for more than 9000 days before it was worthy of being born. And these two heavenly nets... ..."

In the middle of Dong Qinghe's speech, he turned his face to the side, and was staring at Chang Jiaci blankly at himself, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to listen to me talking about magic soldiers? Why don't you read a book?"

Ever since Chang Jiaci came to Qinghemen, all the masters of the east gate that Chang Jiaci has seen are elegant, upright and upright. With her chin propped on the ground, a few strands of hair hang down, revealing a kind of leisure and laziness that is hard to see on weekdays. No wonder Jiaci was stunned.

Being pierced by Dong Qinghe, Jiaci was startled, turned his eyes quickly, both ears were red, and he hesitated for a long time before finding what he wanted to say.

"I, I... just thinking, Master knows a lot... Have you seen all these magical soldiers?"

Dong Qinghe shook his head: "Some have disappeared in time, while some are just fabricated, legends."

"What? It sounds so powerful, so it's all fake..." Jiaci was disappointed, but suddenly thought of something, turned a few pages, pointed at the long sword at the front of the book and said excitedly, "But this... this Fuguang, the best divine sword in the world, cuts iron like mud, it must not be a fake!"

Dong Qinghe raised the corners of his mouth and nodded: "It's not fake, but the so-called 'No. [-] in the world' is also overrated."

Sensing Chang Jiaci's enthusiastic appearance, Dong Qinghe straightened up helplessly, and in a blink of an eye, a long sword lay in his palm.At first glance, the color is dull and simple, but if you look closely, you can find that the scabbard is blue with purple, as if it is shining with dim fluorescence.

"Good, such a majestic sword..." Chang Jiaci sighed.

Dong Qinghe stretched out his hand forward, and agreed with his eyes.

Chang Jiaci was pleasantly surprised, and cautiously stretched out two fingers to touch the scabbard.

"It's... a crane."

I saw a flying crane carved on it, holding a green lotus in its mouth, and went straight into the clouds.This sword seemed to be tailor-made for Dong Qinghe.

Dong Qinghe moved lightly between his fingers, and there was a clang. When the long sword was unsheathed, several streaks of light followed, revealing the green and black blade inside, which was as tough as refined iron and as shiny as black jade. It's amazing.

At a glance, Chang Jiaci nodded in appreciation frequently like a knowledgeable master: "This sword must be very sharp!"

Unexpectedly, Dong Qinghe shook his head, signaling Jiaci to pick up the rice paper on the table and try it.

Jiaci followed Dong Qinghe's intention blankly, and was shocked the next moment.

"Why can't even cut the paper?!"

Dong Qinghe smiled lightly: "Because Fuguang is only useful in my hands, changing it to another person is no different from scrap iron."

Chang Jiaci was stunned, and then smiled: "Sure enough...it's a magic weapon."

The two were talking, when Qingyi came to report in a hurry outside.

"Sect Master, Elder Murong has returned from the Magic Artifact Conference!"

Dong Qinghe put away his light-brush sword, and seemed to feel it: "How?"

"Elder Po Ge said that he found a treasure!"

As soon as the words fell, two people strode in from outside. The one in front was dressed in white and held a folding fan. Naturally, he was Po Ge.And the person behind him looked like a young man from a distance, but when he got closer, he was indistinguishable.