Fire and theft prevention

Mu Qingjia slept soundly and without dreams, as if she had slept for hundreds of years, but when she woke up, it was only the evening of that day.

They were in the guest room of Tianhai Yise Pavilion, and the air was filled with the fragrance of burned wood and the faint cinnamon fragrance unique to Huo Wei.

Only then did Mu Qingjia realize that her sense of smell had recovered.

"Awei?" He got up from the bed and called.

Huo Wei was meditating on the futon not far away, when he heard his call, he ignored it.If it wasn't for the flames in his dantian shaking, Mu Qingjia really thought he didn't hear it.

Maybe the junior brother is trying to get angry with him, Mu Qingjia thought.

Tighten his face, frown, and ignore his words——Mu Qingjia is used to this kind of reaction from his junior brother, and has long joked in his heart: pretending to be dead.

Junior brother's feigning death can respond to all kinds of changes without change. Whether it is hidden anger, dissatisfaction, embarrassment, nervousness, or shyness, as long as he puts on a serious and unofficial face, no one can see through his true mood.

Of course, Mu Qingjia was not included.

This kind of personality often rejects people thousands of miles away, but Mu Qingjia feels that at this time, the junior is like a pissed-off cat, cute and cute, and with a little thought, he can taste a hundred kinds of fun from it.

He was happy in his heart, stretched his waist, and slowly got down on the bed.Then she kicked off her wooden clogs, crossed her legs and sat down on the wooden chair near Huo Wei, cupped her face in both hands, and opened her eyes to look at him.

Just staring at it for half an hour without moving, he watched his junior brother's dantian boil more and more, until finally, Huo Wei couldn't hold back anymore, and uttered a word fiercely: "Say."

Mu Qingjia smiled gently and said: "The me of yesterday is not the me of today. The foolish things my brother did 50 years ago are all forgotten now, and I can't be forced to blame it on me now. Brother, do you think so?" This reason?"

"Exaggerated words." Huo Wei scoffed.

"Isn't it right?" Mu Qingjia put on a embarrassed look, and stretched out his fingers to count the black history of his junior, "A Wei fell on the top of the mountain when he was seven years old and lost his golden beans; Senior brother was under the bed, and lost the golden peas again..."

Huo Wei couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Shut up."

"That's right." Mu Qingjia said with a smile, "To be a human being, one must always be forgetful, ahem, and always be magnanimous. Who doesn't have time to forget things."

"Seven years in the crown, it can't be called a 'young'." Huo Wei stared at him angrily, "I just want to know why you kept it from me."

"I can't remember clearly." Mu Qingjia crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back, "But it's probably——Wuyan faced the master as Yanshi."

Although he can't remember the past clearly, one thing is certain, that is, the Lingao faction at that time would never allow him to engage in those things that divide souls and possess spirits.

The master is proud of his talents, and he is extremely strict with the four disciples under his sect. Mu Qingjia is not good at swordsmanship, and is often scolded by the master, so how dare he use some heresy under the nose of his old man?

But his three younger brothers and sisters all have excellent swordsmanship. Although Huo Wei is suppressed by the useless spirit root, it is like a sword sunk in the mud.

Compared with him, he was like mud and couldn't support the wall, not even a blunt sword.

As for why he concealed his junior brother, it must be because of some kind of inferiority deep in his heart.

"And—" Mu Qingjia added indifferently, "The method of possessing spirits is a crooked way to deceive the heavens, and there is nothing to mention."

There was some unknowing loneliness in his eyebrows, Huo Wei saw it in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Do you think that I will look down on you because of this?"

Mu Qingjia paused, only hesitated for a moment, then Huo Wei's expression darkened, he stood up and waved his sleeves and said, "If you really miss me that much, we will have nothing to talk about."

After saying that, he left the guest room without looking back.

"... Ah Wei!"

Mu Qingjia hurriedly got up and followed, but Huo Wei walked like flying, he could never catch up with his junior brother.The two passed through the corridor one after another, and stepped on the steps leading to the bottom floor. Mu Qingjia was anxious, and suddenly the soles of her feet were empty, and she was about to stumble and roll down.

Then he landed in a broad chest.

"Why are you so careless about walking!" Huo Wei shouted angrily.

Instead, Mu Qingjia put her arms around his waist with a smile: "I've got you."

Only then did Huo Wei realize there was a fraud, and he was speechless for a while, cursing in a low voice: "Children's heart."

"Awei." Mu Qingjia stood on a higher step, holding his face in his hands, "I'm not hiding it from you because I don't believe you."

"I have been a senior brother of the Lingao School for so many years. My swordsmanship is mediocre and my sword intent is incomplete. I am the one who has been punished the most in the mountains." Brother, take it lightly."

"I believe you won't underestimate me." Mu Qingjia said seriously, "—but I don't believe in myself."

Therefore, he only regarded the mediocre brother who used the sword as Mu Qingjia, and the one who split the soul and possessed the spirit was Yanshi who had nothing to do with the Lingao Sect.

"Unbelievably stupid." Huo Wei scolded.

Mu Qingjia was startled.

"No. Only fools can deceive themselves and others." Huo Wei looked up at him slightly, "No matter how you hide, how you deceive me, how you deceive yourself - you can't change your mediocre swordsmanship, only some magic skills, you can Barely fight with people."

Mu Qingjia said with a sneer: "Awei, please scold me softly, senior brother should show some face..."

Before he finished speaking, he was locked into a hot embrace again.

"But no matter how stupid you are, it means nothing to me." Huo Wei said hoarsely, "It doesn't matter if you are a talented Yanshi or a mediocre swordsman. To me, you are you."

"I don't care what you are." He said solemnly, "Therefore, there is no need to deny yourself, Qing Jia."

Mu Qingjia was buried in his arms, feeling the voice buzzing from his chest to his ears, giving him the illusion that the tips of his ears were heating up.

"Ah Wei is really arrogant." He laughed, "Why, your acknowledgment is so noble, the existence of senior brother only needs your acknowledgment?"

"I..." Huo Wei was stunned, and explained clumsily, "No, I mean, at least you don't have to hide from me."

Mu Qingjia saw that he was so cute in embarrassment, she couldn't help rubbing the top of his hair, and said with a smile: "I understand. Thank you for thinking this way, Awei. It's just that I may need more time to convince myself, give me some Time, huh?"

He changed his mind and smiled and said: "However, I haven't heard you call me so affectionately for a long time. It's not like a respectful title for senior brother, but more like..."

A straight punch caught Huo Wei off guard, his ears were thin and red, and he opened his lips in bewilderment.

"I……"

Hearing a crisp "crack" from downstairs, Huo Weiwei's forehead stood on end in shock.He failed to control the flame in his body, and a golden spark burst out from the back of his head.

He looked down with interrupted sullenness, and saw a waiter serving tea was looking blankly at the two men who described him as intimate on the stairs, and a stack of plates was broken on the ground.

Only then did Huo Wei remember that the concealment technique he had cast had been burned in the battle with the abandoned demon, and it was useless.

His brows were twisted and twisted, and his face was full of expressions of wanting to destroy something.Mu Qingjia chuckled happily, pulled his junior brother's wrist, and walked out of Tianhai Yise Pavilion quickly.

The scene on the thoroughfare was more peaceful and orderly than Mu Qingjia imagined.

The city lord of Guyu City—it is better to say the "original" city lord of Guyu City, the news that he colluded with the devil and killed the people of Guyu City was quickly collected and confirmed by the Fuyu Water Pavilion who heard the news, and then passed through Yuzhou Marquis to announce Kyushu.

Incredibly fast.

The soldiers and horses of the Marquis of Yuzhou had already arrived at Guyi City within half a day, temporarily taking over the affairs of the city, and those soldiers who had lost the spell of power and words also returned to normal.

After learning the truth, the common people in Guyao went to the mountain to search for and burn the Yaocao, and the Yaocao that was going to be sold outside the city was also burned in the treasury.

Although there are many interest entanglements and complicated reluctance, it is the general trend to burn things that harm people.

Therefore, except for a large number of armored troops guarding the city lord's palace, and the lingering smoke in the palace and the mountains, Guyi City is almost the same peaceful town as before.

But after a while, those people who are immortal due to Yaocao will age slowly as the years go by, just like ordinary people.

Guyi City is no longer an old city, where life is passing away every day, and new life is growing.It will return to the embrace of the tree of life and death, and every life will experience ups and downs, flow endlessly, and be born endlessly.

In such a town, Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei re-applied their concealment skills, watched the scene on both sides of the street, and walked side by side.

Although the two didn't say much, there was a tacit understanding in the air, as if they knew what the other party wanted to express before they spoke.

Mu Qingjia noticed that although the younger brother was walking forward quickly, he turned his head from time to time and glanced at him—his neck.

There is the wound left on Yanshi when Huo Wei was controlled by Venerable Li Yan more than 50 years ago.

Huo Wei is still brooding over this.

There is also a heavy mountain and river looming on his spine: perhaps it was because of that sword wound that the senior brother failed to use his full strength, so that the Lingao faction fell and Mu Qingjia died in battle.

"Your strength is neither painful nor itchy." Mu Qingjia comforted with a smile, "I'll forget it if you don't mention it."

Huo Wei was seen through by him, and said in a deep voice, "I use a murderous sword technique."

"Perhaps you missed your memory." Mu Qingjia said relaxedly, "Although there was a lot of blood at that time, it looked horrifying, but it actually healed very quickly. Didn't you see it later? It took only half a month It's all over."

In fact, the injury was serious, and he has not yet remembered what miracle happened in that half month, so that even the scar disappeared completely.What Mu Qingjia said was because his junior had a vague memory of being under control, leading him to believe in himself and reduce his psychological burden.

He stealthily held his junior brother's hand, and walked briskly towards the main palace in the center of the city.

Huo Wei's warm hand froze at first, and then he held it bit by bit until it was tightly squeezed, and he could no longer escape.

This gentle and patient way of holding hands waiting for the prey to drown is completely different from my impetuous character.

Mu Qingjia thought so softly in her heart, her soul seemed to be immersed in the gentle land of peach blossoms, and there was nothing in her mind except the temperature of the opponent's palm.

Suddenly, a thorn burst out, piercing the beautiful fantasy.

Le Lu's joke still rings in my ears: "You both like to hide from each other."

Although this person enjoys lying to others, Mu Qingjia is sure that this sentence is true.He concealed the identity of Yanshi from his younger brother, so what did his younger brother hide from him?

He thought about it and hinted: "Brother has already been honest. To be fair, shouldn't Ah Wei also... hmm?"

Huo Wei was silent for a moment, and said: "My flame is indeed different from ordinary people, it can occasionally hurt immortals and demons. If that's what you want to ask."

Mu Qingjia was taken aback, he didn't expect Ah Wei to bring this up, but he still made a gesture of listening attentively.