Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

After hugging An Xichen for a while, he started coughing again, so he let go of him and fled out of the study.He said he was looking for water to drink, and he closed the study door after he finished speaking, and went into the next bedroom while coughing.

There has been no sound since.

Qiao Xishui stayed where she was for a long while, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

He just had such a dream, and when he came to find someone to talk about it, he was bombarded with crackling cannons. The prepared lectures in his stomach all disappeared before even a single sound could be heard.

These don't count, the problem is that after the bombardment, An Xichen still looked at him with red eyes for a while.Not long, but enough to be unforgettable.

Qiao Xishui stood against the wall for a long time.Although it was not the first time for An Xichen to hug him, it was not so many times in his past and present lives that he was hugged to death by a man.

At most, when I checked the results of the college entrance examination and found that I got a high score, I hugged each other happily with my father for 3 minutes.

Leaving aside the matter of hugging, An Xichen also looked at him in the wrong way just now.It seems to be hesitating, but also seems to be entangled.Although Qiao Xishui knows how to read words and expressions, it is difficult for him to see what other people are thinking.

What is he thinking?

After half an inch of the incense was burned away, Qiao Xishui didn't think of a reason.

Qiao Xishui has a big heart.He neither entangles nor hesitates, nor does he dig himself into the horns.If you can’t figure it out, you just can’t think it out. Since you can’t figure it out, let’s save it for later. What if it suddenly dawns on you?

But Qiao Xishui didn't plan to go back to the bedroom to sleep.This was his first time entering the study.There are two rows of bookshelves in the room, and there are many books on display on the shelves, which makes me dizzy at first glance.

When talking about books, Qiao Xishui thought of the "Nirvana" that was taken away by An Xichen.

But An Xichen was so thoughtful that he was so sensitive and suspicious that he couldn't just stuff that book into the bookshelf casually.

But what if.Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!

Qiao Xishui walked to the bookshelf and looked over one by one——

……No.

Sure enough, no! !

While Qiao Xishui scolded An Xichen in his heart that he really didn't treat him as a family member and insisted on swallowing the good things all by himself, he pulled out a book from the bookshelf.

"Qingfengyu".

At first glance, the title of this book has a taste of ancient youth pain literature.In fact, it is not. The author mentioned in the original book that this book records the outstanding figures of Qingfengmen in the past. It is an encyclopedia only for Qingfengmen.

I took it out and saw that the corners of this book were curled, and the edges were yellowed. It looked like it was often opened and checked by people, and it was about to be torn.

It seems that An Xichen often flips through this book.And the places where the yellowed hair curls are limited, it should only be checked by a certain person, and I turned back and forth day and night.

Qiao Xishui touched his nose, reached out and opened the page.

On that page, the person's name was written neatly.

Mu Lian, the word Qianqiu.

Mu Qianqiu.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Is Mu Qianqiu also from Qingfengmen? ?

And indeed.Yu Sui told him that Mu Qianqiu was originally a Qing Cultivator of Immortal Cultivator, and Qingfengmen's feng shui treasure land sitting on the top of the mountain can indeed be regarded as a Qing Cultivator.

Qiao Xishui froze for a moment, then came back to her senses, and turned a few pages backwards.It was found that Mu Qianqiu had a lot of chapters, more than ten pages.

These ten or so pages were nearly rotten by An Xichen's grasp, and the paper turned yellow and black.

Qiao Xishui pursed her lips, rubbed the corner of the book that was rolled up, turned back to the first page, and read it carefully.

Yu Sui told him about the life of Demon Lord Qianqiu.The above records are not different from what he said, but it is more detailed than his few words.

Mu Qianqiu was originally a direct disciple of the head of the previous generation. After learning something, he went down the mountain to get rid of Mo Wei Dao.This time, I saw the suffering and absurdity of the world.What exactly happened, no one knows.

After that, Mu Qianqiu returned to Qingfengmen, saying that he didn't want to cultivate immortals anymore, and wanted to go to the world to save people and eliminate demons.

Lin Yuchou, the head of the previous generation, was also a generous and kind person, and he did not force his disciples to follow his own rules.

way to go.I only regret a few words saying that Mu Qianqiu should be a person who can ascend smoothly, and I worry that he is just young and frivolous and impulsive, so I explained for him that there must be laws of cause and effect in the world, and meddling may not be able to change one or two, so I persuaded him to think twice.

Mu Qianqiu closed the door for three days, but when she went out, she still said that she had made up her mind.Seeing this, the head of the previous generation did not try to persuade him to stay. He said that everyone has their own ambitions, but the relationship between the two masters and apprentices will not be broken just because the other person is not at Qingfengmen. I hope he will come back to the mountain gate often to have a look, so let him go. .

After that, Mu Qianqiu traveled all over the world, traveled all over the world, saw the sun, the moon, the river, the capital and the villages, and became famous.

After that, Mu Qianqiu lost his hand and lost to a nine-tailed monster.That big demon had such a powerful mana that Mu Qianqiu smashed Yuan Dan into pieces with his palm.

Although he managed to save his life by narrowly escaped death, he has become a useless person.And the most absurd thing is that Mu Qianqiu fell on the ground for a day and a night, and there were people coming and going in that place, but no one dared to go forward.

Even if it is to protect him from the rain.

not a single person.

But this person has a firm temperament and has long known the absurdity of the world.After this setback, he was not discouraged, he did not give up, stood up again and devoted himself to cultivation.

However, once Yuan Dan is destroyed, it is absolutely impossible to refine it again.

There was no one around him to help him cultivate, so he went astray and became obsessed.

Several large pages recorded that he went farther and farther on the evil path, and created more and more crooked methods, far more than those few spells.

In the end, his close teacher Lin Yuchou couldn't ignore him, and also went down the mountain to prevent him from sinking deeper and deeper.But he was killed by Mu Qianqiu himself, and the Yuan Dan was forcibly taken away. Moxiu's method was so weird that he didn't even have a corpse.

After that, no one saw Mu Qianqiu again.

No one knows where he went or what he did.

On this, there is no record of Nirvana, which he himself called the evil magic of rebirth.

Yes, after all, it was written by people in the world of immortal cultivation.Even on Moxiu's side, there are only a handful of people who know this evil spell.

Qiao Xishui closed the book and put it back where it was.Standing in front of the window for a moment, I looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

He reached out and touched a transparent wall.

...Sure enough, there is an enchantment.

He smiled helplessly and sighed.As clever as Qu Qixiang, how could he leave a window for An Xichen to come and go freely.

It's still a few days before Lidong, and An Xichen's degree of whitewashing is still very low, and the system didn't tell him what happened to those favorability degrees that had previously returned to zero or even turned into negative numbers.

This system is really incompetent.

Qiao Xishui pursed her lips and closed the window.He turned around and blew out the candle on the desk, and walked out in the dark.

He returned to the bedroom lightly, planning to go to bed.

Qiao Xishui rolled on the bed in the dark, pulled up her quilt, closed her eyes for a while, and fell asleep.

He was really happy to sleep well, but he didn't know that An Xichen, who was lying behind him, was thinking about his past and stayed up all night.

An Xichen faced the wall, closing and opening his eyes, opening and closing his eyes, closing and opening, opening and closing, but he couldn't see Duke Zhou.

He can't sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of how Lin Hongyi treated him back then.Those bloody pasts have always been his nightmare, Lin Hongyi is like a ghost in the depths of hell, chuckling and giggling in a low voice.

Lin Hongyi was no more ruthless than Xiang Qu Qi, if Qiao Xishui fell into the hands of Xiang Qu Qi, he was not sure how he would be treated.

He was avoiding what he was most afraid of, but Qiao Xishui seemed to be looking forward to it, insisting on running into the den of thieves.

An Xichen couldn't fall asleep, so he sat up slowly.

Next to him, Qiao Xishui was breathing steadily and snoring softly, her hair was crawling all over her face, her eyelashes were half covered.I don't know what I dreamed, and I smacked my lips.

The moonlight shines in from outside.

The cold moon is in the sky, and I can't hate the warmth, and I feel depressed in my heart.

He looked at the person next to his pillow and was silent for a long time.

An Xichen suddenly felt that the bloody past that had trapped him for a long time had become a dream of a hundred years ago.Sown by time, resting in

In the long river of passing years.

And Qiao Xishui pulled him to look at the river, smiled at him, called him a brother, and said to him, look, I said that the future will be long.

Qiao Xishui illuminates the entire abyss.

An Xichen stretched out his hand, paused halfway, and then hesitantly and cautiously took Qiao Xishui's finger.

He didn't have anything, and he didn't dare to have too much.

An Xichen opened his mouth, paused again, gathered up half his life's courage, took a deep breath, and said again in a low, careful, hoarse voice.

"...I'm really, really..."

"……like you."

Only the moonlight can hear it.