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Xie Linghuan forcibly took the bones, which seemed cruel, but it protected Geng Sanghua's heart and soul.Xie Linghuan even laughed when he saw the palm-sized Nascent Soul curled up like a baby in his dantian.

"It turns out that this is what your own home looks like."

The Nascent Soul in Geng Sang's painting has long eyebrows that extend into the temples, slender eyes with raised corners, and slightly pouty lips.It's a pretty face, too!It's just that her appearance is completely different from that of Hanaki Mio.

It seems that the reason why this fleshy body resembles Hanaki Mio is only from that bone.

The green mist inside the barrier lingered, and outside the barrier, all the smoke turned into a torrential rain.All the disciples of Baishi Mountain lost their master master and senior senior brother at the same time overnight, and ran around in and out of the mountain gate in a panic, screaming from time to time to find someone.

"Master—!"

"Senior Brother—!"

"where are you?"

Huaqing Mio slowly sat down along the rocks, her face was pale, and cold sweat kept rolling down.He raised his hand to support his forehead, and lightly moved his wide sleeves with snow-colored auspicious cloud patterns, stirring up a faint breeze.

Looking down, I just saw Yuan Xu who was reincarnated as the first disciple of Baishi Mountain lying on the ground struggling with his limbs, eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a long nightmare.

"Yunlan?" Huaqing Mio paused, then called out again. "Immortal Emperor Yunlan?"

Yuan Xu struggled to roll his eyeballs, the eyeballs kept rolling under the thin layer of eyelids, but he still couldn't open them.The right hand is scratching upwards in an extremely strange posture, the five fingers are slender and lonely, the nails are three inches long, and are curved like snow-colored fur hooks.

Xie Linghuan stepped on and broke his phalanx, so the right hand turned into a beast's claw.

Yuan Xu's spirit is waking up.But his original body, unfortunately, has long been restrained by Youming No. 20, the master of the Nine Caves, Daoheng. Without the original body, he has nothing but the original spirit, so he can no longer transform into a strange beast.

Lord Yuan made such an arrangement, is it good or bad?Hanaqing Mio was silent.

Forget it, whether it is good or bad, it is the Yuan Lord's decision.Reincarnation and reincarnation are all under the Netherworld, and originally belonged to the Lord Yuan.

Huaqing Mio staggered her eyes and stopped looking at Yuan Xu.Little by little, the residual bone was peeled off from Geng Sang Hua's body, and every time he pulled away, his breath would be suffocated.He stroked his heart, lowered his eyebrows, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded.

He thought of his past again.

No.30 The fairy gates of the second heaven opened in a meandering manner. The nine-inch-thick gate opened its mouth, and the beast conceived on the copper ring opened its mouth, smiled with a ferocious animal face, and called him kindly and respectfully——Greeting Flower Xianzun returns home!

He was wearing a gorgeous snow-white gown covered with colorful clouds, and he approached calmly.

Flower Immortal!

Yifu, Yifu, you are back!

There are always countless figures around him in the cave, taking the initiative to please him, holding a scroll to ask him the meaning of a certain word.

In his spare time, he also loves dancing and music.Scattering flowers in the sky, jade cups and golden cups, singing and singing, and holding up colorful clothes, these are all common to him.He sat high in the depths of Qionglou Yuyu, with his wide sleeves swung lightly, he rested his chin with his hands, with a slight smile on his lips.

It was a long, long journey.

Then when he closed his eyes and meditated, he met the person in his dream who came to guide him.The man smiled and said to him, Qing'er, come to Yao Chi.

Slowly, an indistinct light led him, erratic in front of his forehead.He followed the lamp, entered the bottom of the fairy pond, and fell down with a plop.

What awaited him at the bottom of the pool was destruction.

What a mockery!

Mio Huaqing's eyelids moved slightly, and from the corner of her eyes she saw a hand as cold as a stone, which firmly held his remaining bones.The remnant bones are snow-colored and radiant, and are covered with complicated ancient forbidden symbols.

The fingers of Hana Seishi Mio supporting the lower jaw convulsed uncontrollably and fell down along the lower jaw.The cold tears in his eyes also fell.

This is his bone.

This is his soul.

"Qing'er." Xie Linghuan pinched the bone, showing a rare smile, and her voice was a little gloomy.When he approached, it seemed that there was another heavy fog in the blue mist.Fog entangles fog, dreams implicate dreams, and Qiaoyue seems to have a strange fragrance.

Xie Linghuan walked up to Huaqing Mio's side, held his twitching hand, and clasped both hands with an abnormally hard bone in between.

"Your ghost is locked here." Xie Linghuan paused, squatted down, and looked at him. "Do you want to join your soul now?"

Tears rolled down my face.

Hanaqing Mio almost never knew that his soul and body could also cry.At the time of the 32nd Chongbi Luotian, he enjoyed all the pleasures of being a god, and at that time, he didn't have to cry.After falling into the Hell of the Nether Demon, he endured the flames and thorns. He struggled to climb from the bottom of the bloody abyss to the mouth of the Yellow Spring. Huang Mushuang, a passing ghost guide, carried him on his shoulder with a nine-curved and eighteen-curved ghost staff. After wandering around, he had been a low-level ghost messenger for 500 years, and he didn't even have time to cry.

He cried only once in his life.That time, by the 33-day Yaochi, he cried for more than a month, until he was very sad.

This time, after wandering for more than ten thousand years, he picked up a piece of his bone that was locked with a ghost, and his soul cried so hard that he couldn't help himself.

Tears fell in clusters, and each tear exuded a strange fragrance.

"This is your spirit." Xie Linghuan said in a low voice, "Qing'er, don't cry anymore, it will damage your cultivation."

Hana Sei Mio had heard this sentence before.Back then at the Yaochi, he cried his way, and being extremely wronged by being humiliated and let down, he cried until he couldn't help it.At that time, there was also a person who suddenly stopped in front of him, squatted down, and gently wiped the wet tears on his cheeks.Then he said to him, Mr. Huaxian, your tears are the spirit, so you can't cry anymore.

The man half supported and half hugged, and finally carried him on his back, and walked back to the secret cave step by step.

Behind his fairy mansion, in a place that no one knew, he had had an infinite love affair with that person.When the contract was about to be formed, the man stopped suddenly, smiled and said to him, I'm afraid you will regret it.

"I have never regretted..." Huaqing Mio leaned on the rock with downcast eyes, muttering to answer the question he hadn't answered that year.It was as if separated by time and space, he was still in that cave, and there was still that person by his side.

That person, in heaven and earth, he had never seen again.

"Qing'er, what are you talking about?" Xie Linghuan asked him softly with her fingers resting on his wet long black hair. "You remember something, don't you?"

Through the curtain made of tears, Huaqing Mio looked at Xie Linghuan's radiant face in infinite bewilderment. "What did you say your name was?"

Xie Linghuan was silent for a moment, and in the green mist emitting a strange fragrance, he gently kissed this man's beautiful lips. "Qing'er, Jing Yuan is my name. My name is Jing Yuan, Xie Jing Yuan."

Tears welled up.Huaqing Mio curled her fingers, pinched the broken bone in the palms of the two, and repeated it over and over in a daze, just like a child learning to speak, who needs to imitate and recognize words with great effort. "Jing Yuan... Xie, Jing, Yuan."

"It's me." Xie Linghuan rubbed the tip of her nose lightly at his temples, and said softly, "You and I are supposed to be Taoist couples. Ten thousand years ago, I was the one who made a pact with you in the cave mansion! My surname is Xie, and my name is Ling." Huan, the word Jingyuan."

Hana Qing Mio finally raised her arms hesitantly, embraced him, then fell on his heart and cried loudly.

The contract that was ten thousand years late, the person he had forgotten, the love that lasted for a month... Xie Jingyuan.

The 360 ​​forbidden talismans were silently soaked in the tears that Hanaqing Mio fell, and the remaining bones emitted a faint light.From snow white to dark purple gradually.As rich and colorful as the most colorful rosy clouds in the sky.

The ban on the remnant bone was released, and one of the three souls tied to the remnant bone, You Jing, also slowly ascended into the heart of Hanaqing Mio.Xie Linghuan protected the person with one hand, and lightly moved the fingertips of the other hand, carefully caring for the ghost essence to gather into Huaqing Mio's soul body.

The moment the three souls gathered together, there was a loud explosion over the entire Baishi Mountain, followed by continuous thunderclaps.When the heavy rain falls, the clear sky of Jiuxiao turns into a dark night in an instant.

"This is pouring Milky Way water," Xie Linghuan raised his hand to catch the rainwater that washed into the barrier, his eyes moved slightly, with a little joy. "Qing'er, Yinhe still recognizes you. Even if the world betrays you, it still recognizes you. It is crying for you."

The rainwater caught in the palm was as black as ink.Black rain fell from the sky and washed the earth.

Hanasei Mio shook her lips and shook her head lightly. "No, I don't need it to recognize me. In this life, and forever, I will never return to Biluotian!"

Xie Linghuan approached, kissed his trembling cold lips, and then promised softly. "Okay. If you don't want to enter reincarnation, and don't want to go back to Biluotian to become a fairy... Gu will accompany you and sink into the deep prison forever."

**

Seventh day.

There are ten Wushan Mountains in Yunmengze.

Hanaqing Mio stood on the bow of the boat without speaking for a long time.Xie Linghuan crossed his feet, put his hands under his head, his eyes were empty, and he hummed softly an ancient song.

The wind blows the clouds and the sky does not move, and the water pushes the boat to move the shore without moving.

With the net-like enchantment woven by spiritual power, mortals will naturally not be able to reach the other shore with a boat.The ebony walnut boat with one leaf and two pointed ends carried the two of them, drifting deep along the foggy barrier with no wind or water.

"Jing Yuan," Huaqing Mio turned to him and asked. "What's the name of the song?"

"Do you like to listen?" Xie Linghuan swayed his feet again, the soles of the black boots were edged with snow-white moire, and there was always an indescribable chill. "This song doesn't have a name. After you died, Daoist disputes broke out. When I led the Yu clan to capture the White Jade Palace, I made up a war song to boost morale."

Huaqing Mio opened her lips, and after a long time, said shyly: "At that time...you, did you ever hate me?"

"Hatred."

Xie Linghuan answered crisply.He let go of his hands, stood up and walked to the bow of the boat, stood side by side with Hana Qing Mio, the left corner of his mouth was slightly twisted, and he smiled. "I can't help but hate you."

Hana Kiyoshi Mio: ...

He did not expect that Xie Linghuan, who became the master of Yuan, would be so sincere.The words are as sharp as a knife, and every word cuts out the heart.

Xie Linghuan tilted her head to look at him, and pecked lightly between his brows. "Why, do you prefer to listen to sweet things?"

Before Huaqing Mio could reply, he laughed himself first. "That's okay! This king can say sweet words for 3000 years in a row, and the words are not repetitive!"

Hana Kiyoshi Mio: ...

Well, with this guy, he's always the one who has nothing to say.

Xie Linghuan didn't let him go, hugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "You owe me ten thousand years, and this king will not settle accounts with you day by day. But after taking charge of the reincarnation of the underworld, this king went to look for you for 3000 years. Years, these 3000 years, Qinger, you have to love me."

"How?" Huaqing Mio frowned slightly.

"Good brother," Xie Linghuan pecked at the tip of his frowning brow again, and said with a vicious low smile, "It doesn't need much. Just... how about a 3000-year honeymoon?"