Demon Venerable's Cub Raising Career [Traveling]

Not far away, a cyan stone tablet stood alone on the ground, with the words "Ling Xiao" written on it; the restraint in front of the peak was intact, Lian Ji stepped forward, hesitated for a moment and then cast a spell with his fingers. When the stone tablet was printed on his palm, the mask opened in response.

The scenery of the main peak remains the same, Lian Ji opened the door, the display in front of him is exactly the same as before leaving, only the yellowed rice paper on the case reminds him that time has passed.

The house was empty.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of a bright color behind the wall, and Lian Ji walked over curiously. As soon as he lifted a corner with his fingers, the entire curtain slipped down instantly.

There are hundreds of ice sculptures beside the wall, all of which are made of cold soul, and all of them are engraved with the face of a person; under the ice sculpture is an ordinary wooden box, Lian Ji recognized it just by looking at it.

It was the box that was broken in front of him yesterday and disappeared again.

Lian Ji pulled out the box and opened it. There were only two pieces of low-grade talisman paper, a half bottle of Yulu, and a scarlet goshawk painted in cinnabar.

——I keep everything related to you in Jianping House.

The eye sockets were a little sore, Lian Ji blinked, and put the box back again; suddenly there was a neighing sound from outside the house, and the Ice Luan bird, which I hadn’t seen for a long time, went straight to the sky, circled around the main peak, and then fell back due to lack of energy. Feathers are dull and dull.

Gray Feather?

Lian Ji came outside the house, but before he could stand still, a fluffy head suddenly plunged into his arms, and the gray feather rubbed against Lian Ji's chest, his neck twitched like weeping.

It was the first time for Lian Ji to see it like this. He patted its head lightly, stroked its wings and smiled lightly: "It really looks like a gray chicken now."

"I've only been away for a while, why did you torment yourself like this?"

Gray Feather sneezed dissatisfied, the aura dissipated, white light flashed around, and a gray ball of hair fell from midair.

Lian Ji was slightly stunned, and reached out to catch it: "Gui Yu?"

When Hui Tuanzi was shocked, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, he buried his head in his wings, leaving only his butt facing Lian Ji.

"..."

Lian Ji, who didn't know that the spirit beast was only lacking in spiritual energy because he hadn't eaten for a long time, was taken aback. He picked up the gray feather wings, frowned and said, "I'll take you to find Luo You."

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

Hui Tuanzi, who was still slightly embarrassed at first, immediately struggled when he heard the words. He fluttered his wings, desperately trying to break free from Lian Ji's grasp.

Lian Ji thought he had hurt it, so his fingers loosened a little, Hui Yu waited for the opportunity to pounce on the ground, and disappeared after a dive.

"Grey Feather!"

In front of the back peak, a woman in green clothes stood with her arms folded, followed by two tiger servants, one of them was holding a handsome young man in his hand. Face, completely invisible.

Beside the woman, the white-haired boy knelt tremblingly on the ground, with his head down, not daring to speak.

Not long after, a charming fox girl happened to pass by, her eyes swept over the young man in white, she covered her lips with her sleeves and smiled lightly: "Why is there another one, Que'er, which family is this from?"

"The man of the corpse ghost ghost king," Qing Que rubbed his forehead, "the ghost king came to look for his lord the day before yesterday, and brought many men and women with him. The white cat under Yinmao drank too much wine, so he let him go in a daze. After going in, this man is courageous enough, he just climbed onto the bed of His Majesty, and hid under the quilt."

Hearing the words, Meihu glanced at the white cat kneeling on the ground, "What about your lord? Did you say how to deal with it?"

"Your Majesty took Qian Yin to look for the corpse ghost king early in the morning. As for what to do..."

Qing Que said lightly: "The man threw Ling Xiao down, this white cat..."

"Can't stay."

The white cat collapsed on the ground, but Meihu sneered: "It's really impossible to stay."

"It's a capital offense to let people into the main peak at will, Bai Mao, you can still leave a whole body if you kill yourself now, if you wait for the lord to come back, I'm afraid you will end up in a daze."

The tiger servant took the two of them down with weak legs and feet, Meihu's eyes turned slightly, and she was about to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but she heard a young boy's clear voice not far away.

"Grey Feather!"

Passing through the forest path, before Lian Ji could catch up with Hui Yu, he saw a blue light and a red light flashing in the front and back, and the two surrounded him, their clothes fluttered, and the fragrance of flowers rushed to their faces.

"Why is there another one?" Qing Que frowned, flicked his sleeves and turned into green wings, and the feathered arrows on the wings were facing Lian Ji.

"How many people did the white cat let in?"

Meihu smiled softly when she heard the words: "This one is much more handsome than the ones before, but it's a pity that it's still..."

Before the word baby was finished, Meihu stopped suddenly. She looked at Lian Ji carefully, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

like...as if...

She took half a step forward, although her face was relaxed, her eyes were full of coldness: "Are you also sent by the corpse ghost king?"

"The corpse ghost king?" Lian Ji frowned, his complexion darkened by half when he thought of those cute-looking teenagers in the previous life.

"He sent someone to Lingxiao again?"

Asked by the young man, Meihu was also slightly taken aback, and then flashed the soft sword in his sleeve, "Who are you?"

"Who do you say I am?" Lian Ji was in an extremely upset mood, his mind was full of how to smash the corpse ghost king, he pursed his lips, looked at the two coldly and said: "Meihu, but I haven't seen you in a few years, so quickly Don't remember me?"

Inside the back peak.

The boy stood in front of the rockery, looking helplessly at the ash lumps crowded in the crevices of the stone walls.

"Grey Feather, come out."

Huituan shook his head and rubbed in again.

Lian Ji pursed her lips, turned to look at Meihu: "What's wrong with it?"

Meihu pulled her lips and smiled, "I don't know, this is the first time this subordinate has seen Master Huiyu like this."

Hui Tuan yelled a few times in dissatisfaction, shrank himself inside, covered his head with his wings, and refused to show half of his head.

Is this... shy?

Lian Ji frowned, turned to Meihu and said, "You go out first, let Ling come and find me later."

"Yes."

Meihu withdrew from the back peak, and Lian Jifu patted the rockery again: "She's gone, come out."

There was a smear of black eyes in the slits of the feathers, Hui Yu waited and watched for a moment, then lowered her wings, chirped twice, but still did not move out of the slits.

"Really not coming out?" Lian Ji raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to keep this look?"

Gray Feather shook his head.

Seeing this, Lian Ji was slightly annoyed: "Then obediently follow me to find Luo You."

Hui Yu flinched when she heard the words, shaking her head even more violently.

Afraid of seeing Luo You?

why?

Lian Ji thought for a moment, then suddenly understood: "Because of Qu Yan?"

Hui Yu was startled, and turned her head away again, pointing her butt towards Lian Ji again.

Seems to have guessed right.

Lian Ji clicked his tongue lightly, the demonic breath gathered in the palm of his hand, and shattered the rocks with his palm. Seeing this, Hui Yu ran away, and an ice lock was bolted to the claw, pulling it back vigorously.

The ball of hair rolled and landed in Lian Ji's hands again, his small gray-feathered black eyes were full of lovelessness, it pitifully rubbed against Lian Ji's fingers, a picture of you sending me there and I will immediately Breathless demeanor.

Lian Ji was amused by it, and the ice locks on his fingertips turned into water vapor.

"I'll give you a day," he let go of Huiyu, and poked the fluff on its back with his fingers: "If you don't recover within a day, you must follow me to Lugu."

Mao Tuan nodded frantically, and flew around Lian Ji a few more times, until there was a movement outside the peak, and then rushed into the rockery, afraid of being seen like this again.

When Ling got the news of Meihu, she almost rushed here, and didn't even bother to go to divination to verify the authenticity.

People who can prohibit Ling Xiao from entering and leaving at will without disturbing Ling Xiao.

The person who can make Hui Yu rush out of the back peak at the risk of exhaustion of spiritual energy.

Who else but Lian Ji?

"I haven't seen you for many years, Ling, don't come here and be safe."

The young man's faint voice rang in the ears, He Mei knelt down, her voice trembling: "He Meiling, welcome the return of the lord."

Lian Ji lowered his eyes, but he saw that He Mei's black hair had turned mottled and gray at some point; the Baihe clan didn't live long, but very few died under three hundred. He Mei's appearance was obviously the result of too much divination. Soul failure.

Lian Ji felt a sense of loss, he stretched out his hand to support He Mei, and sighed softly, "I know you have been waiting for me to come back."

He Mei was stunned for a moment, then her eyes got wet.

From the first time she met Lian Ji, she knew that this man whom she regarded as her master was always on guard against her.They were never in a master-servant relationship, and Lian Ji never regarded her as a subordinate, but as an enemy who was deliberately watching her.

He didn't trust himself all the time, and even forced her to make a choice in the end, commit suicide or make a vow of evil.

It would be a lie to say that she doesn't mind, but the fate stone has been handed over, He Mei can only comfort herself that his nature is like this, forcing herself to let go.

Later, when Lian Ji pinched his neck against the wall, the murderous intent on the man was pure and ruthless, as if the grudge had been deep.

He Mei had no choice but to make a divination for herself, and this divination directly exhausted half a hundred cultivation bases.

He Mei didn't know that she had planned Tu Lingxiao's matter for Su Qingchen; but she could clearly see that a man's life was cut off once by her hands.

"You've worked hard all these years, Ling."

He Mei bowed her head and remained silent.

Having said that, even if Lian Ji still can't fully trust her, he won't deliberately take precautions against her in the future.

Lian Ji smiled faintly: "That life stone, I will return it to you when I see Cang Xiangxun. From now on, you can choose whether to leave or stay."

He Mei was shocked when she heard the words, she lowered her head and slammed on the ground: "Ling voluntarily stayed in Lingxiao, and has nothing to do with the life stone, please take it in with the Lord."

A trace of surprise flashed in Lian Ji's eyes: "You really don't want to leave?"

He Mei shook her head: "The blood of the Baihe clan is weak, and their abilities are very easy to be used by others; Ling knows that the lord used to be quite jealous of me because of the past. If the lord does not dislike it, Ling is willing to make our clan return to Ling forever. Xiao, I only ask the Lord to protect the safety of our people from generation to generation."

He Mei's words not only dispelled her scruples about the Baihe clan, but also found a shelter for future generations, which can be described as a win-win situation.

Lian Ji's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to lift He Mei up, "I promise you."

"As long as Ling Xiao is in my hands for a day, I will keep your Baihe clan safe and sound."

When he returned to the main peak, Cang Xiangxun had not yet returned.

Sitting in the cold pool, Lian Ji wanted to go straight to the ghost land of the corpse to bring him back, but he didn't know what to say after meeting.

He scratched his hair irritably, and suddenly a plate of snacks was handed to him.

Lian Ji raised his eyes, but saw Youyou holding the jade plate, so he nodded slightly, twisted a piece, put it to his mouth and bit it down, the fragrance of lotus seeds permeated between his lips and teeth instantly.

Lian Ji put down the remaining half of the pastry, and suddenly said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in a few years, this kid actually loves sweets?"

Yoyo was silent, and spoke after a long time: "This book is for you."

"I?"

Yoyo put down the jade plate and said softly, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Lian Ji frowned, but the woman said again: "Today is your No. 70 three 'memorial days'."

Lian Ji paused with his fingers, and laughed softly: "Really?"

73 ah...

It turns out that it has been so long.

Recalling the tomb that he saw in his dream, Lian Ji closed his eyes: "The one next to the rocks on the peak is my tomb?"

Yoyo shook her head: "Accurately speaking, that is not your tomb, because there is nothing inside."

"Honor him... and he didn't regard that as your grave at all."

Lian Ji smiled lightly when he heard the words, took the remaining half of the pastry and put it in his mouth, got up and patted his cuff: "Take me to have a look."

Lingxiao Peak.

There are still a few traces of the blood array painted 70 years ago. Lian Ji walked to the edge of the cliff and stared expressionlessly at the place where he died twice.

The rocks beside the peak were left over from the confrontation with the Thirteen Immortal Masters before. In front of the rocks stood an empty stele with no characters. Lian Ji knelt down and touched the edge of the stele lightly with his fingers, just like the past countless days. Xiang Xun is here to rely on.

Lian Ji pulled out a mocking smile, recalling the last scene in his memory, he could only vaguely see the little boy's lips moving, but he couldn't hear any sound due to the disappearance of his consciousness.

He originally wanted to ask "After I left, did this little brat say anything?" But he withdrew the words, and only said to Lu Mei calmly, "I'll just wait for him here."

Since I have regrets, why not ask him directly?

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the insects sing.

Lian Ji sat on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the familiar figure until late at night.

Cang Xiangxun's black robe was soaked in blood, he walked staggeringly, and still held Qianyin in his hand; if the smell of blood could not cover up the smell of alcohol, Lian Ji thought he was injured.

Cang Xiangxun didn't seem to notice Lian Ji, but Qian Yin shook a few times, but Cang Xiangxun shook his hand and said in a low voice, "Shh, don't make noise."

Lian Ji watched him come to the side of the chaotic stone, and sat on the edge of the stone tablet with his legs bent, as if he was worried that the blood on his body would stain the stone tablet. Lian Ji.

"Cang..."

"I told you not to make noise."

Cang Xiangxun swung his sword, cutting off a section of the cliff face, Lian Ji dodged the sword energy, and flew to the side of the stone tablet.

Didn't you say that if you drink too much, you will only quietly carve ice cubes!

What's the matter with this overwhelming sword intent? !

A sword missed, Cang Xiangxun didn't make a move, he put away Qian Yin, only glanced at Lian Ji lightly, then lowered his head.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and the water vapor condensed into ice.

"come here."

Cang Xiangxun pointed to his side, and suddenly said, "Sit here and don't move."

Lian Ji was slightly stunned, and followed his will to sit beside the stele, but seeing Cang Xiang Xun turn Qian Yin into a dagger, the blade slid across his eyebrows, and then turned to the ice again.

"What are you carving?"

"one person."

"who."

"my sweetheart."

Lian Ji was silent for a moment, before speaking again after a long time: "Is that the person buried behind you?"

Cang Xiangxun nodded: "No."

Lian Ji was slightly taken aback: "No?"

"Well," Cang Xiangxun raised his head and stared into Lian Ji's eyes: "He's not dead."

Lian Ji avoided his eyes, "Then... what about others."

"I do not know."

Cang Xiangxun lowered his eyes again, his fingers trembled slightly, and Qianyin drew thin marks on the ice sculpture.

"But he once said that he would always be with me," Cang Xiangxun's voice became softer and softer, "he also promised that he would never lie to me again."

"I've always believed in him."

Lian Ji didn't say a word, he clenched his fists, sat up and slowly knelt down in front of Cang Xiangxun, then leaned over and gently held his face, "Cang Xiangxun, I'm back."

He watched those black pupils turn from absentmindedness to astonishment, and finally focused on his face; Lian Ji's eyes were warm, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Sorry, I kept you waiting for so long."

Cang Xiangxun looked at him quietly, his fingers trembling so much that he could hardly hold the dagger; tears dripped down his cheeks on the ice sculpture in his hand, the scorching heat melted the ice marks.

Lian Ji sighed softly, then carefully wiped away the tears on his face, and leaned over to kiss his lips.

"sorry."

Cang Xiangxun didn't make any movements, he just stared at Lian Ji motionlessly, letting Lian Ji rub against his lips.

Even though there was no response, Lian Ji patiently deepened the kiss, licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and gently opened his teeth to linger with him.

The dagger in his hand slipped to the ground, and Cang Xiangxun's pupils trembled slightly. He gently pushed Lian Ji away, then turned over and pressed him against the stone tablet.

The moonlight reflected those clear gray eyes, and Cang Xiangxun stretched out his hand to outline his brows and eyes. His originally indifferent face became a little more immature, but the clearness and arrogance in his eyes remained unchanged.

Lian Ji leaned against the stone tablet behind his back, seeing that Cang Xiangxun hadn't made any other movements, he couldn't help frowning, and slowly opened his lips when he moved his fingers to his mouth.

"........."

Cang Xiang Xun's breath was stagnant, and he pressed the softness with his fingers and stirred it gently.

Lian Ji was quite cooperative at first, until he heard the breathing on his side gradually became heavier, and his throat was slightly itchy, then he raised his eyebrows, and bit down after thinking about it.

The smell of rust spread in his mouth, Lian Ji frowned at Cang Xiangxun, and then raised the corners of his mouth provocatively.

Cang Xiang's eyes darkened, he locked him in his arms, raised his chin and leaned over to kiss him.

In front of the stele, two figures staggered under the moonlight, lingering to death.

After the love affair, Lian Ji lazily leaned against Cang Xiangxun's arms, looked sideways at the stone tablet beside him, and then remembered that the two of them just had a good time in front of their own grave, and it was a bit embarrassing.

"Lian Ji..."

Cang Xiangxun lowered his head and sniffed the rosin in his hair, and whispered: "Let's go later."

"Ok?"

Lian Ji was slightly stunned, and looked up into his pitch-black eyes, which contained reluctance, pain, and attachment, which turned into relief in the end.

"It's almost dawn," Cang Xiangxun closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and let go of him, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I said I'll wait for you to come back."

——I'll wait for your return.

Lian Ji was stunned for a moment, enduring the pain in his waist, reached out and pressed down on his neck, and kissed again on his lips.

This time he saw clearly and heard clearly.

"Cang Xiangxun, this is not an illusion, and you are not dreaming."

Feeling the body under him gradually stiffen, Lian Ji approached his ear, sighed slightly: "I'm back."

"Really come back."

Will not go again.

I won't leave you again.

The author has something to say: the end of the flower ~

Thanks to my little friends who accompanied me to the end, bow~