I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

After Han Xijian ran out, Fu Weiyi chased after him without saying a word.

Qin Chiyu and Lu Wanxian were left standing in the courtyard.

After a while, Lu Wanxian sighed softly, put the broken flying sword into the bag of treasures, turned and walked back into the room.

Qin Chiyu followed suit, always following Lu Wanxian.

Lu Wanxian noticed that he hadn't left yet, so he turned his head slightly: "Tomorrow is the time to sign up for the Four Seas Ranking Tournament, you should hurry up and prepare."

"Princess Lu, I will definitely pass the registration. Don't worry about that. I have some doubts right now, and I want to ask Immortal Lu to clarify my doubts."

Lu Wanxian sat down, picked up the tea bowl, and raised his eyes to look at him when he heard this. Also, Qin Chiyu must also be full of doubts and wanted to ask clearly.

After all, Lu Wanxian had never forced Han Xijian like this before.

"Forget it, you can ask." Lu Wanxian lowered his eyes, stroking the teacup in his hand.

"Lu Xianchang said that there is a female ghost in that painting, and that the female ghost will absorb Han Xijian's true energy, but is it true? Lu Xianchang didn't see it with his own eyes, why is he so sure?" Qin Chiyu asked, "Maybe Senior Brother Han just loves that The beauty in the painting, if you talk to her, you won’t be so stupid that you have to give away your true energy, right?”

Lu Wanxian shook his head and explained: "If I didn't have that painting, I might not be so sure, but if you bring that painting in front of me, I will understand... I know this Gu Xiaoyue. "

"Eh??" Qin Chiyu was startled.

"Whether you believe me or not, I will not explain what I said next. Where did it come from? You can understand it as the divination of Master Deadwood, or it can be understood as my accidental glimpse of the secret. .”

Qin Chiyu couldn't help but look serious, he knew that Lu Wanxian just didn't want to make up lies to deceive him, and what Lu Xianchang would say next must have happened in the previous life, but has not happened in the current life.

"No matter what Lu Xianchang says, I will believe it." Qin Chiyu said firmly.

But Fu Weiyi ran after Han Xijian and saw Han Xijian rushing into the air with the flying sword. Fu Weiwei knew that the crane probably couldn't catch up with the flying sword's speed, so he had no choice but to jump up and catch Han Xijian. Unfortunately, I threw him off the flying sword.

The two rolled from the flying sword to the grass, and then rolled from the grassy slope of Wanhua Mountain to the small river.

Han Xijian made his head and face covered with dirt, his mouth was full of the smell of green grass, and his body was weighed down by a large, strong body like a hill, which made him almost vomit blood.

The picture scroll on the chest was ravaged to the point of being rotten.

Han Xi saw that Fu Weiyi pushed hard on Fu Weiyi, but he didn't push.

Heartache and body pain were intertwined. Under the double blow of chest tightness and abdominal pressure, Han Xijian finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to cry.

Fu Weiyi only felt that he had fallen on a soft cushion, and his hands were slippery when he touched it. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear of turning over and crushing the delicate person under him. He was about to prop up his upper body when he heard Han Xi Jian was sobbing softly, like a kitten that fell into a ditch, unable to climb up, hiding in the crevices of the rocks and howling, afraid that people would find it, and afraid that people would not find it.

Fu Weiyi put his elbows on the ground, propped up his upper body, and took the strength off Han Xijian's body, then turned over, gently rolled over Han Xijian, and rolled onto the grass.

At the same time, Han Xi saw the piece of paper protecting her chest, and made a "chih la", half of it stuck to Fu Weiwei's body, and was torn in half by Fu Weiyi's action.

The scroll, which was not originally paper-shaped, was completely broken into two halves at this time, and it was impossible to piece it together.

Fu Weiyi was suddenly at a loss.

Han Xijian's beautiful peach blossom eyes widened. The eyes were already watery, but now they were filled with water and mist, and the tears fell down as if they didn't want money. There were scars, the eye circles and nose were all red, and the lips were even red from crying.

For the first time, Fu Weiyi felt a sense of helplessness. He didn't know what to do. His mind went blank. He stretched out his hands to Han Xijian who was on the ground, and then retracted them, as if Han Xijian was a hot white bun. It fell on the ground, and it was time to pick it up and wipe the dust off its fragrant and soft surface, but it was too hot to hold.

Fu Weiyi had no choice but to pick up the two broken picture scrolls first, watched the words on them put together, and coaxed Han Xijian with his deep and honest voice: "Put it together, find some glutinous rice mortar and stick it, and make sure you can't see it." crack……"

Han Xijian wiped away her tears, sobbed and asked, "Really, really?"

"Really, I promise to glue it on for you." Fu Weiyi said, stacking the two picture scroll fragments, putting them in his arms, and reaching out to Han Xijian, "Come on, get up, come back with me."

"I won't go back!" Han Xi turned her head angrily, not looking at Fu Weiyi.

"Is there anything I can't talk about?" Fu Weiwei squatted down, put his arms across his knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Han Xijian, "Master is also worried about you. Since you didn't use your true energy to support any girl Ghost, go and make it clear to Master, Master is not an unreasonable person, if you misunderstand, you will definitely apologize to you."

Han Xijian's cheeks were puffed out, the pink face was still flushed with emotion when she was excited, her soft lips were tightly pressed, and the lips were still slightly turned up, obviously she was angry, but there was a sense of coquettishness for no reason.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Fu Weiyi waited for a long time, but Han Xijian didn't even refute.

His gaze became deep: "You... really gave the female ghost the true energy of your life?"

"Han Xijian will marry an ordinary woman 300 years later, and accompany her to travel around Zhongzhou. The ordinary woman's surname is Gu and her name is Xiaoyue."

In the middle hall of Wanhua Villa, Lu Wanxian gently stroked the teacup and said.

"Gu Xiaoyue? Isn't that the person on the picture scroll? He should have passed away for more than 100 years. Why did he become an ordinary woman and become a Taoist couple with Han Xijian?" Qin Chiyu was shocked by this thunderous news. I don't know what to say, Han Xijian has such a weak temperament, Qin Chiyu has always subconsciously thought that only Fu Weiyi can accept him - no, I thought he would always be a bachelor, but I didn't expect Han Xijian to be married in the previous life up? ?

"It's not a Taoist couple, it's a husband and wife. That ordinary woman can't practice, and her health is extremely poor. She is almost lying on the bed, and Han Xijian is required to serve her." Lu Wanxian said.

"Then why travel around Zhongzhou?" Qin Chiyu was puzzled.

"That was Gu Xiaoyue's wish. She said that she hoped that Han Xijian would accompany her to see the beautiful scenery of Zhongzhou, so that she would die without regret. I thought that Han Xijian really fell in love with Gu Xiaoyue, so I let... and watched their development. , Who knows that things will change again later, Han Xijian's body is getting worse every day, and finally he can't break through the middle stage of Yuanying, the five declines of heaven and man, the golden immortal is hard to save, and he died in front of my eyes." Lu Wanxian said, even though he had He deliberately downplayed the pain he experienced, but Qin Chiyu still got a glimpse of how sad Lu Xianchang must have been at that time from the few words.

So much so that when I talk about this paragraph now, I still frown.

Han Xijian... is really a complete fool.

When Lu Wanxian thought of Han Xijian in his arms, gradually losing body temperature and turning pale, Lu Wanxian couldn't help feeling another burst of pain in his heart.

He turned his face away, not wanting Qin Chiyu to see that he was out of control, and after adjusting his voice slightly, he said, "Fortunately, you brought this painting in front of me today, and I finally understand what's going on...Chiyu, you stand up!" A great feat."

Qin Chiyu was suddenly praised, his whole body trembled, his pores opened comfortably, but seeing Lu Wanxian's still sad expression, he suppressed his excitement a little bit, and asked, "What does Immortal Lu understand?"

"That mortal girl, Gu Xiaoyue, is the female ghost Gu Xiaoyue in this painting. She first absorbed Han Xijian's spiritual power, gained the ability to move in the painting, and then gradually gained a physical body, and finally she was able to walk under the sun... only But the health is still poor, and Han Xi needs to be tied up to see this wrongdoer." Lu Wanxian expressed his speculation.

"A painting has such a great ability." Qin Chiyu exclaimed, "Who was Gu Xiaoyue before she was alive? According to the description on the painting, she was just an ordinary person?"

Lu Wanxian pondered for a moment, then looked up at Qin Chiyu: "Do you know that the founder of No. [-] Restaurant is called Gu Yue?"

"Her name is Gu Xiaoyue. She is a descendant of the Gu family, but she has no spiritual roots. She has not been taken seriously since she was a child."

At the foot of Wanhua Mountain, Han Xijian rubbed the corners of his eyes and said to Fu Weiyi.

"Because of her lack of attractiveness and lack of ability to protect herself, Sister Xiaoyue has been bullied a lot since she was a child. Later, she finally learned how to protect herself. With her own ability, she established the No. [-] restaurant."

Han Xijian's statement was only a few short sentences, but one can imagine the thrilling feeling in it.

Fu Weiyi has always respected the strong, so when he heard this, he fell silent.

"After running the No. [-] restaurant, Sister Xiaoyue can get enough spirit stones to buy elixir to help her maintain her appearance. She used to spend a very happy and free life, but after all, she was still coveted by her... The man was staring at him, that person was a high-ranking person in the Taoist sect, and with a little trickery, he prevented Sister Xiaoyue from being able to buy the elixir. Seeing her complexion aging day by day, Sister Xiaoyue was in great pain... Fortunately, at this time By chance, she saw this painting, which was a portrait painted for her by a handsome young man in the cultivation world a hundred years ago, when she was still in her prime."

"Is this what she told you?" Fu Weiwei asked.

"Yes, she will always listen to me patiently when I am sad, so in return, I will sometimes listen to her." Han Xijian replied as a matter of course, "After Sister Xiaoyue got this painting , and wanted to abandon her gradually aging, oil-burning body, she asked the seniors in the same clan who had a high cultivation level to set up a formation for her, and sealed her soul in this painting, only to be opened by someone with predestined relationship... ..."

That predestined person, needless to say, was taken advantage of by Han Xi.

At first, Han Xijian just admired the beauty, and came to visit the small courtyard from time to time. Later, the beauty seemed to look at him and smiled, and she would slightly swing her sleeves and shake her shoulders, as if responding to his attention.

Later, when Han Xijian tried to transmit spiritual power to the beauty, the beauty in the painting began to speak.

"So, that's the reason why you sent your natal qi to her?" Fu Weiyi's face became colder and colder.

Han Xijian didn't notice Fu Weiyi's emotional changes at all, he was still immersed in his own world, his beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and while thinking, he said in a low voice: "Of course not... It's just that I can't find anyone to talk to. That's all..."

"Why can't I find it?" Fu Weiyi couldn't understand what Han Xijian was thinking in his head, "Even if you don't want to find Master and Qin Chiyu, am I not human?"

Han Xi looked at Fu Weiyi, and slowly shook her head: "You are not, you... all you need is an opponent who can match you. Return the painting to me, and I will stick it myself."

Han Xijian stretched out his palm to Fu Weiyi, the palm was covered with dirt, but still did not cover his snowy skin.