The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Wuwei Xianzong, cold mountains and seas of clouds.

The mist of Zuowang Peak carries the cool fragrance of winter plums, wrapped in plain silver, countless white plum trees are in full bloom in the snow, making a black-clothed and white-haired figure stand out on the top of the mountain.

The faint brilliance set off his clear and soft eyebrows as if he had passed away from the world, and the almost invisible aura swirled around his body, as if even the air had been deformed.

At this moment, thick black clouds gathered in the sky from nowhere, covering the sky and the sun, almost covering the sky above Jun Wuxin's head in the blink of an eye-this is the sky caused by the successful advancement to the out-of-body period. robbery.

Jun Wuxin stood up slowly, the lightning arcs jumping between the clouds were reflected in his calm water-like eyes, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

At the moment when the first thunderbolt struck, a clear sword chant resounded.

Wo Xue suddenly sprang out from behind him, turning one into two, then turning into four. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of identical Woxue swords were formed, and then met the thunder arc without hesitation.

The first tribulation thunder, scattered.

He flew up, holding the lying snow with his snow-white and slender right hand, the afterimage of the long sword dissipated, one person and one sword faced the thunder, and the majestic sword energy came out in one blow, and the second and third tribulation lightning were scattered again.

However, Jun Wuxin's speed was not affected at all. Just when the next two thunderbolts struck again, the figure in Xuanyi had already rushed into the black cloud. The golden light was moving, and the dull thunder sounded like the roar of a god, which made people startled.

After being blocked by thunderclouds, the sun was not affected at all, and it moved to the mid-heaven little by little.

On the top of Wuwei Peak, a white-bearded figure stands facing the wind, his whole body looks like a sharp sword, quietly releasing his own coercion.

He held his hands behind his back, his face was old but energetic, his eyes were not cloudy at all, but full of energy, he stared at the black robbery cloud tightly, without the slightest worry on his face.

Suddenly, the thunder stopped.

The pitch-black robbery cloud quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Jun Wuxin's figure appeared in the layer of clouds, looking refreshed, as if he hadn't been touched by the robbery thunder.

Seeing the old man appearing, there was no surprise in his eyes, but the falling direction changed from Zuowang Peak to Wuwei Peak.

As soon as he landed, Jun Wuxin performed a disciple salute and said softly, "Master."

Mu Qingyun stroked his long beard, and finally a gratified smile appeared on his majestic face: "Yuanying has been promoted to the out-of-body stage in less than a year, not bad."

He paused, as if he suddenly remembered something: "You said earlier that you went to the imperial city after going down the mountain. I don't know how it's going now?"

Jun Wuxin got up, and said without any haste, "The Human Sovereign has been invaded by demonic energy, and his life is dying. This disciple is trying to find a way to treat it."

"In addition, the disciple met a person in the imperial city."

"Oh?" Mu Qingyun smiled, "The one who can let you mention it alone must not be an ordinary person."

Jun Wuxin lowered his eyes, but his expression was a little hesitant: "In the palace before, I met a person with Dao Yuan in his spiritual power, and... this disciple actually has a bloodline for him."

"That's surprising."

Mu Qingyun was also a little surprised: "As a teacher, I didn't know that you still have brothers in this world."

Jun Wuxin smiled wryly: "Not only the master, but even Wuxin himself doesn't know. But for some reason, this disciple has a sense of familiarity with him... as if he has known him many years ago."

Mu Qingyun was startled, and then laughed softly: "The word fate is very ethereal. If you really think he is very familiar, why don't you do it from your heart?"

He turned slightly sideways and looked at the sea of ​​clouds under the two of them: "Perhaps, he will become an important part of your life."

Jun Wuxin also followed his line of sight, as if sensing the state of mind of the viewer, the always quiet sea of ​​clouds stirred up, like a wave rolled up.

I don't know how long it took before Mu Qingyun's old voice sounded from Jun Wuxin's ears again: "Wuxin, I have sensed that Fallen God Tianyuan is about to be born, and the place is only a few thousand miles away from the imperial city. Be careful when you go out."

The former also returned to his senses, nodded and said: "Yes."

"Speaking of Fallen God Tianyuan, your uncle Xuanguang once entered Tianyuan alone to slaughter thousands of demons, and then returned safely."

Mu Qingyun's eyes were far away, and his tone was like a sigh: "...such an amazingly talented person, I don't know if I can see a second one in this world in my lifetime as a teacher."

Jun Wuxin listened quietly and did not speak.Suddenly, the fingers hanging by his side moved.

Mu Qingyun also felt something, turned her eyes, and said with a smile: "Leaving?"

Jun Wuxin said "Yes", "Maybe there is a way to save the Emperor."

"Go," Mu Qingyun turned around, "Be careful in everything."

"Master, take care."

Jun Wuxin saluted as a disciple again, but the old man's immortal back had already disappeared into the hazy clouds.

At the same time, in the palace.

Under the snow-white flower tree, a figure of the same color has a light and graceful figure, with black hair and clothes flying up with his sword dancing movements, the sword energy is lingering, and his grace is peerless.

The little prince in red was sitting at the table under the tree and watching from a distance, but he felt as if he was in a dream, and the sword dancer was a fairy in a dream, as if he would wake up and disappear when he moved.

Shen Zhihan, who didn't know what years were going on in the young man's mind, held the wooden sword, the tip of the sword twirled, and a gust of wind blew up: "This move should be done quickly."

As soon as he turned around, he thrust out the long sword in his hand, just in time to pierce through a snow-white petal raised by the wind of the sword.

Reaching out his hand to remove the petals on the tip of the sword, he casually held a sword flower, and then handed the wooden sword to Xie Changliu who had been watching from the side: "Try it?"

The latter finally regained consciousness from the fugue, nodded, and was about to receive the sword, but was interrupted by the servant who suddenly ran into the courtyard.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!!"

The servant rushed in all the way, looking terrified, and before Xie Changliu could speak, he hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness! There is news from Weiyang Palace that His Majesty is critically ill! Go and have a look!!!"

"What?!" Xie Changliu was startled, he didn't bother to take over the wooden sword, and grabbed the servant's collar, "Say it again!!!"

The servant was so frightened that tears were about to flow out, but he still stumbled and said, "Your Majesty is critically ill! Go quickly!!"

Shen Zhihan was also taken aback when he heard the words, immediately put away the wooden sword, and patted Xie Changliu's shoulder lightly: "His Royal Highness, it is better to rush to Weiyang Palace as soon as possible."

The boy let go of his hand, immediately grabbed the former's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Qingyun, let's go!"

Shen Zhihan nodded, bent down and hugged Xie Changliu, and the two were about to leave when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Wait a minute!"

Shen Zhihan paused, turned around and saw a Taoist in black clothes and white hair: "Fellow Taoist Shuyue?"

When Xie Changliu saw the person coming, his face, which was not so good at all, immediately turned dark: "Why are you here?"

Jun Wuxin stood not far away, but took out a jade sword from his sleeve: "I received a message from Miss Qin—that is, Li Guifei, so I rushed back."

Shen Zhihan had seen Jun Wuxin leave a jade sword for Qin Liuli, and when the other party mentioned it, he immediately realized it, and couldn't believe it: "Miss Qin wants to take out the magic core?"

Jun Wuxin nodded, and then looked at Xie Changliu who suddenly paled in Shen Zhihan's arms: "His Royal Highness, do you want to go to Xiri Palace together?"

Xie Changliu's complexion was pale, and his small hands unconsciously grabbed the fabric of Shen Zhihan's body, but still squeezed out a word from his throat: "Go!"

The two of Shen Zhihan understood and immediately set off to the west.

Because of the golden bell worn by Xie Changliu, the spiritual power of the two was not limited, and they arrived at the courtyard of the Xiri Palace almost in the blink of an eye, but they saw Qin Liuli under the crabapple tree, still in the white palace dress, but already sluggish .

"Mother!!!!"

Xie Changliu shouted loudly, broke free from Shen Zhihan's arms, and staggered to the tree.

But Shen Zhihan and Jun Wuxin looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

With their eyesight, they can naturally see that the woman's tightly clenched right hand is the magic core in her body!

Qin Liuli's eyes were half closed, but they lit up the moment she saw Jun Wuxin: "... Taoist priest, quickly... send the demon core to Weiyang Palace."

Jun Wuxin's hands hanging by her side trembled, but she still nodded, stepped forward to take the magic core and flew away.

Shen Zhihan silently looked at the young man in red who was holding Qin Liuli's arm tightly, feeling complicated in his heart.

The witch lost her magic core, and the only way left was to scatter with the wind.

He has also lost a loved one, so he naturally knows what it feels like to see the other party dying but can't do anything.

Qin Liuli smiled weakly, with only serenity on his face, just like the expression on the day when he first saw Wo Xuejian.

She first comforted Xie Changliu in a low voice, then turned her head slightly, and turned to Shen Zhihan who was standing aside: "Shen Daochang..."

Shen Zhihan immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "I'm here."

Qin Liuli patted the back of Xie Changliu's neck lovingly, and said softly: "During this period of time, thank you Daoist Shen for your dedication... I am not a good mother, and please ask Daoist Shen to take care of Changliu after my death. Stay, don't...let him be bullied."

Shen Zhihan said in a harsh voice: "... definitely."

Hearing the other party's affirmative answer, Qin Liuli turned to Xie Changliu again, and said softly: "Changliu, everything is the concubine's wish...Promise me, don't hate your father, okay?"

Xie Changliu, who had been burying his face in her arms all this time, finally responded, but didn't make a sound, just nodded vigorously.

Qin Liuli was finally relieved, closed his eyes, parted his red lips slightly, and sang the little tune that Shen Zhihan heard when he first came.

"Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west..."

Along with the intermittent singing, Xie Changliu raised his head from her arms, staring blankly at the stars starting to emerge from her body, flying away, and the red eye circles finally overflowed with tears.

A gust of wind blew up from nowhere, and those tiny shards of light flew towards the sky.

Shen Zhihan stared at Xie Changliu's reaction with some worry, but saw that he got up slowly, but there was no expression on his face.

The tears in the starry eyes did not fall from the beginning to the end.

The light spots scattered, and the crabapple trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, raining flowers all over the ground.

Xie Changliu raised his hand, and very slowly wiped off the petals that had fallen all over his head and body, then turned around, and walked slowly towards Shen Zhihan.

"Qingyun," the young man said, but there was an undetectable tremor in his voice, "let's go...to Weiyang Palace."

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It seems that many little angels want to watch double updates...

But, the stupid author's double is Schrödinger's double, it can only depend on fate_(:з」∠)_