Fire and theft prevention

Gu Xiao's residence is in the osmanthus forest near Qinghu Lake.A small, simple wooden house, with a large medicine shop in the backyard, and a spacious front yard for practicing swords and receiving guests.

Mu Qingjia sat obediently on the blue stone bench with her knees together.Huo Wei looked gloomy, bent down, and wiped the blood on his face with a towel.

With the help of the healing technique, the bleeding in both of his eyes stopped, and he didn't look so scary anymore.

Not long ago, Mu Qingjia's eyes were bleeding again, Huo Wei recalled Shui Jingzhe's affirmation of Gu Xiao's medical skills, and brought him here.

Under the strict cross-examination by the other party, Mu Qingjia told about the fact that he had shed blood once before, and then shrank slightly, waiting for his junior brother to get angry.

However, in a rage, Huo Wei didn't scold him, but said: "You don't love yourself so much, why should I drag you back from Huangquan?"

A simple sentence, to Mu Qingjia, is heavier than a thousand words.

His life is not only his life, but also his younger brother's risk and painstaking efforts in exchange for it. Every strand of his hair, every piece of skin, and even every drop of blood are given by Huo Wei.

"I'm sorry." Mu Qingjia bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

He raised his head again, took Huo Wei's hand and shook it, and said cautiously: "I won't dare next time. Huh?"

When the two were together, they were very close, not like the sword cultivators who shocked Kyushu, but like the most ordinary pair of bamboo horses in the world.

When Gu Xiao walked over from the hut holding a medicine bowl, this was what he saw.

He sighed softly, and said respectfully: "This medicine needs to be instilled into the eyes in several times, twice a day, it is good for wound healing. I also ask Master to cooperate with this junior."

After finishing speaking, he dipped the slender leaves into the medicinal juice and waited for Mu Qingjia to open his eyes.

Mu Qingjia touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably, and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Uncle himself can't see the wound."

"It's scary." Mu Qingjia smiled awkwardly, "If you have nightmares at night, Junior Sister doesn't know how to blame me."

Before Gu Xiao could say something, Huo Wei took the medicine bowl.

"I'll come," he added, "I won't have nightmares."

Even if Mu Qingjia didn't want to, she had no choice but to agree and raised her face to Huo Wei.

He has a clear and natural appearance, except for a pair of peach blossom eyes, which add a touch of peach color to this light ink dizzy face.

But now, his eyes are sunken, and there is nothing under the thin eyelids.

His eyeballs disappeared out of thin air, as if half had been gouged out by a sharp knife.

Mu Qingjia herself knew that this strange face could stop a child from crying at night, so she was not ashamed to show her face, so as not to scare others.

He opened his eyes, facing the most ugly and embarrassing part to his younger brother, still feeling uneasy.

What will it be like?Two blood holes?

Will the younger brother hate it?

"Don't be afraid." Huo Wei said, "I don't recognize my face. What you look like has nothing to do with me."

There was tenderness hidden in his hoarse voice, which was the complete opposite of his repulsive appearance a quarter of an hour ago.

Mu Qingjia smiled slowly, feeling relieved.

After taking the medicine, Huo Wei handed back the medicine bowl to Gu Xiao, covered Mu Qingjia's eyes with a scarf, passed through his temple hair, and tied it behind his head.

Huo Wei's fingertips brushed his cheek inadvertently, and stopped for a while, but Mu Qingjia didn't feel that brief touch.

After wearing the scarf, other people can no longer see his eyes, and he doesn't have to feel ashamed anymore.

Mu Qingjia touched the corner of the towel and smelled the rich cinnamon.

"Thank you." He changed his words, "I like it very much."

Huo Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he raised his head to signal the medicine bowl, and told Gu Xiao, "Put it away. You will come to apply the medicine later."

"Yes."

"How can you bother my nephew?" Mu Qingjia robbed the medicine bowl halfway, "Gu Xiao is about to conceive a baby, we will do it ourselves for such a small matter as taking medicine."

"Then you are optimistic about him." Huo Wei said to Gu Xiao.

What did Mu Qingjia realize: "What about you?"

"I'm going to the Demon Realm." Huo Wei said, "Kill a dead soul."

"Revenant?" Mu Qingjia remembered what Qin Guan said during the battle on the Cliff of Life and Death.

Venerable Haoyan has been resurrected and is preparing to seek revenge.

"You suspect that Venerable Haoyan has something to do with my eyes?"

"Whether it is or not, he can't live." Huo Wei said fiercely, "We have to avenge the murder."

This "revenge of murder" can only refer to the demon cultivator who killed Mu Qingjia.He recalled the demon cultivator with white hair and fire control who attacked Gaotu Mountain before he died.

"It turned out to be Demon Lord Haoyan." He said, "No wonder I lost so badly."

In that battle, not only himself, but also Ah Wei's only disciple—the girl with mutated fire roots with excellent aptitude, also lost his life.

Huo Weixu also thought of that child, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"I'll go with you." Mu Qingjia stood up and said.

"You stay." Huo Wei didn't leave any room.

"A Wei, don't forget," Mu Qingjia said calmly, "The Venerable Li Yan was killed by me. I can help, and I will never hold you back."

"Because your spirit-possessing technique happens to be restrained by Meng Ji. Unlike Meng Ji, Du Yuan only has pure power." Huo Wei turned his back and said, "Even in its heyday, I wasn't sure about killing him. "

"That needs me even more." Mu Qingjia said.

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Gu Xiao avoided temporarily out of politeness, and returned to the wooden house with the medicine bowl.

Mu Qingjia thought of another trick: "The resurrection of Venerable Haoyan just means that he is probably the part of the soul-returning wood that Xuanzong was stolen."

He turned to Huo Wei's front, and said softly: "Remember? I promised you to investigate this matter, so I must go."

"The submerged fish did surface, but there was a mistake." Huo Wei said in a deep voice, "They didn't come to Gaotu Mountain, but took away your fish from a long distance through some unknown technique. Eye."

He said a little anxiously: "They use the eyes as bait, trying to lure you into the devil world yourself."

Mu Qingjia gently held his wrist, and said slowly: "But didn't we agree? No matter whether there are mountains of swords or seas of fire, we will go together."

"I regret it." Huo Wei took it for granted, "I am enough alone."

"You, you..." Mu Qingjia rarely gritted his teeth in anger, "You regretted it too quickly."

"Stay here and help Junior Sister." Huo Wei looked straight ahead and said, "As long as Gaotu Mountain stands upright, you are safe. Whether the Lingao Sect can survive this catastrophe depends on this Immortal League Competition."

"The dispute over swordsmanship has been around for a long time. Xuanzong wants to marry our faction, and he also covets the position of junior sister's head." He turned around and said, "She needs help more than anyone else now."

Mu Qingjia knew that all of this was just an excuse, and said angrily, "Uncertainty."

There was a sudden sound of broken porcelain in the wooden house, probably because Gu Xiao accidentally dropped the vessel, and the piercing "呲啦" sound pierced the dusk.

However, Mu Qingjia didn't hear those sounds at all, almost helpless, he took out the last trump card.

"I don't know how to open and release the bracelet. If you want to break out of Sanwei Mountain with a cultivation level that Yuanying can't reach, then go." He resolutely said.

"Ah."

Huo Wei suddenly smiled, he smiled lightly, as if he hid all the sighs about life's tastes in this smile.

Mu Qingjia was startled, but suddenly realized that he had lost ownership of his body.He saw Huo Wei raise his arm, while his own hand caressed the Heshi bracelet uncontrollably.

He released the bracelet and released the lock, making a crisp sound like a ringing jade.

Mu Qingjia looked at everything in disbelief, her body trembling because of struggling.

Huo Wei took his hand and intertwined his fingers slowly.

Mu Qing Jiameng's eyelashes trembled violently after wearing the osmanthus scented towel.He felt Huo Wei's other hand gently supporting his cheek, leaving traces of fire.

"This is probably the only right I have as a maker." A hoarse voice whispered in his ear.

The thicker the cinnamon, his vision was completely covered by the flames, and he had the illusion of suffocation.

Maybe it was because he was shaking too much, Huo Wei whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid. I just want to..."

Amidst the entanglement of breaths, a hot butterfly kissed the corner of his lips.

The kiss was very light, and under such gentle soothing, Mu Qingjia seemed unable to bear to disturb the golden butterfly at the corner of her lips, and her trembling body gradually calmed down.

That wasn't even a kiss, just the lips—the soft skin that was the thinnest and closest to the temperature of the blood in the whole body, and pressed tightly together.It seems that only in this way can one feel the throbbing of the other party's soul.

A hot, restrained kiss.

"I really want you to see me." Huo Wei said dumbly, "Forget it."

The breeze blows, and the butterflies leave without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Gu Xiao said behind him: "Master has already left."

Mu Qingjia seemed to wake up suddenly, her stiff body gradually regained control.

——Just now, Huo Wei controlled his actions.

He should have known earlier that the puppet art and the spirit-enchanting art have the same origin, but there is no soul in the puppet, but the spirit-enchanting art has a soul.

The refiner only needs to spend some thoughts and concentrate all his attention to control his creations.

During the three months after his resurrection, Huo Wei also used the power that belonged to the maker two or three times—shrunk him into a puppet and placed it on his chest.

Other than that, nothing else works.

— but stay here and now for parting.

He wanted to touch him so passionately, but in the end it was only a plausible kiss.

"In the final analysis, you are also...an idiot." Mu Qingjia clenched her fists under her sleeves and said in a low voice.

After a long time, he realized that Gu Xiao was still being left alone, so he forced a smile on his face, thanked him and said goodbye.

He felt that there must be something that he had overlooked.

Mu Qingjia could feel that he and Ah Wei were in love with each other.It's not all the love of family members, but more—if it can be called, it's the love of Taoist couples.

With his younger brother's vigorous and resolute character, he will take the oath of sovereignty and conquer the city in advance, and he will never delay and restrain himself to this point.

However, there is a veil between them, and the blazing fire is all hidden behind the hazy veil.

Before he knew it, Mu Qingjia was already standing outside his hut, the old revolving lantern in front of the window swaying gently in the evening wind.

The revolving lantern lost its wick, so it wouldn't turn, leaving only the wooden outline and the paper-cut paintings stained with yellow halo, lifeless.

With a thought in his heart, Mu Qingjia took off the revolving lantern and lit the wick.The hot air gradually rises, and the airflow pushes the paper-cut painting forward.

Paper-cutters chase each other, casting dark shadows on thin paper.

He suddenly remembered that 50 years ago, when this revolving lantern was still brand new, it also turned forward like this, casting bright firelight on the snow.

The early spring of Gaotu Mountain is a little later than in previous years, and the wind is still howling, and the mountain is covered with heavy snow.

Since the death of Venerable Liyan, the relationship between him and his younger brother has not yet warmed up, but the final battle between immortals and demons has already begun.

On behalf of the Immortal Dao, Bu Chengbi met with the Mo Dao headed by Venerable Hao Yan at Sanwei Mountain, promised not to involve mortals, and set the decisive battle between the immortals and demons at Sanwei Mountain five days later.

Eight hundred demon repair soldiers will be stationed outside the Sanwei Mountain. The Immortal League reads the Order of Gathering Immortals, summons brave men of all races to the border, and promises them generous rewards and honors.

Mu Qingjia waited for a day and a night, and was quietly relieved when he saw that no one went to Gaotu Mountain to "recruit soldiers".

After the master left, Gao Tushan could no longer bear the departure of any disciple.

Huo Weilan was furious when he saw that there was neither Gaotu Mountain nor the Huo family listed on the Order of Gathering Immortals.

"How dare this old man bully me that there is no one in the Huo family!"

Mu Qingjia browsed the content of the order again and found that it was exactly what he said.Even casual cultivators who have heard of it a little bit have signed up for the Immortal Judgment Order, but none of them, who are the disciples of the Supreme Sword Master of Sword Dao, are on the list.

A blatant humiliation.

"Sect Master Bu may understand that we are single and weak." But he said like this.

But those words didn't calm down Huo Wei's anger. He ignited golden flames all over his body, and opened and closed to strike a set of swordsmanship, which was majestic and shocking, so as to vent out the manic fire aura.

His young disciple Xue Ziyi was alarmed by this, and hid behind Mu Qingjia, stealthily observing her master whose personality had changed drastically.

After a stick of incense, Huo Wei's heart was slightly extinguished, and he went out of the mountain with his sword without looking back.

Mu Qingjia caught up with the sword and said, "Where are you going?"

"Three Dangerous Mountains." Huo Wei said.