Prosperous Beauty System

Outside the verandah, the wisteria blossoms, the golden light rises in the sky, and then falls into the sea of ​​clouds, as if playing with flying cranes.At the end of the clouds, several tall and cold palaces can be seen from a distance, surrounded by white mist outside the palaces, and iron chains shuttle through the sea of ​​clouds.

Taiwei stood on the dojo of Xianyou Palace, looking far away from Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace separated by several floating mountains.

When Qingliu came, he saw him standing on the edge of the cliff, holding his sword.Taiwei's cold figure fell into the clouds, his robe and wide sleeves fluttered, as if he was going away with the wind at any time.

"Junior brother." A cold voice came.

Tai Wei turned around, raised her hand in salute, "I've seen senior brother."

On the opposite cliff across a pontoon bridge, the fog cleared, and Qingliu stood there calmly.The wisteria flowers behind him are in full bloom like clouds, which is a bit more eye-catching than the mandarin pear flowers.

"Has your injury healed?"

Under the wisteria tree, beside the steep cliff, there are thousands of stone steps.Qingliu walked up to Taiwei step by step along these mossy stone steps.

"My injury doesn't matter. I wonder if the senior brother's matter has been dealt with?" Tai Wei's expression remained unchanged.

Qingliu stood side by side with him, letting his long sleeves flutter, "Have you figured it out? If you insist on becoming a Taoist partner with him, I'm afraid the Void Spiritual Realm won't be able to keep you." He meant something.

Taiwei replied, "If I can be with him, even if it's a magic cultivator, I'm willing."

Taiwei was born when Qingliu came to worship under his former Taoist sect.Not only are the two different in cultivation and knowledge, but also in the techniques they learn.It is also common for monks to retreat for tens of hundreds of years, so although the two are brothers and sisters, their relationship has always been weak.

Qingliu took over the position of Taixu's head teacher after the former Daozong ascended to the throne. He was indifferent by nature and didn't like to talk to people, so he found a reason to retreat, often only once in hundreds of years.

Taiwei was born with sword bones, and those who practice this way of swordsmanship are cold-hearted and ruthless. He should have complied with God's will to realize the way of ruthlessness, but he never wanted God's will to trick others, so he met Xie Weiyan.

Thinking of this, Qingliu knew that Taiwei was obsessed with that demon cultivator, so he sighed in his heart.He turned around and said calmly, "Tomorrow and night, the disciples in the sect need to return to the gate to watch the night. Junior brother, I will leave this matter to you."

Taiwei saw the long sword in his sleeve contending, and seemed to want to walk away with the sword, his eyes sank, "Senior brother knows I'm coming, why don't you let him come out to see me."

Qingliu took out the sword and walked on the pontoon, "Come back tomorrow, I'll let him go back with you."

……

Immortal spirit lingers outside the bedroom, and there are often flying cranes hovering and falling, accompanied by the spiritual grass in the garden.

Xie Weiyan sat on the cloud bed, his clothes and long hair scattered all over the surroundings.His expression was sometimes in a trance, and sometimes soft, as if in a daze.

Dao Tong, who was serving him, came in carefully holding the decoction, "Mr. Dao, your decoction."

Xie Weiyan didn't seem to hear.

Daotong's heart skipped a beat, and he offered the decoction in his hand, "Xiaoxiu resigns."

The door of the hall was shut heavily, separating the inside and the outside of the hall into two worlds.The outside of the hall is filled with pear blossoms, which is too beautiful to behold. The inside of the hall is dark and cold, without a ray of light.

Xie Weiyan sat on the bed in a daze, not even knowing when Qingliu entered the palace, as if lost in spirit.

Qingliu brushed away layers of veil, and stopped in front of him, "Have you figured it out?" His cold voice made Xie Weiyan shudder.

"I...let me think again."

Qing Liu looked at him, and suddenly lifted the gauze curtain, "When did you become so indecisive?" He sat down beside the bed.

Xie Weiyan subconsciously moved away from him, "That's my child, the flesh that grows on my body. You gouge it out as soon as you say it, how do you know I won't feel bad?"

"Tomorrow, Taiwei will come to pick you up." Qingliu said with a cold expression, "You make a decision as soon as possible."

Xie Weiyan stretched out his hand to caress his slightly protruding belly, and said in a daze, "I don't want to part with it."

Qingliu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "Why can't you bear it? He is not your and Taiwei's flesh and blood."

Xie Weiyan's fingers tightened, tears streaming down his face, "You are his biological father, and you also despise him?"

The soup on the table was steaming hot, Qingliu brought it over and handed it to Xie Weiyan, "Why are you crying?"

"Cry for his pity, he is an unwanted child."

How did Qingliu know that his heart was twisted like a knife, and he only frowned after hearing this, "It's troublesome to give birth, it's better not to give birth."

Xie Weiyan said it was his own fault, he dared not speak of the pain.On the one hand, it is the gratification of the two emotions with the Taoist couple, and on the other hand, it is the flesh and blood formed in the belly. No matter how he chooses, it is tantamount to cutting out the flesh of his heart.

……

The fire in the hall was extinguished, and a faint blue smoke rolled up.

Qingliu stood in front of the cloud bed, waving his sleeves to drop the gauze, and then his eyes fell on the red sandalwood incense burner beside him.

The sky outside was dim, and little fluorescent lights floated from the bushes of spirit grass.Daotong pushed open the door of the hall and entered respectfully holding a box of pills.He walked up to Qingliu, raised his hand and offered it, "Yuanjun, this Mei Luoxiang is the last one, can you go to Tianxiu Peak to get a few more bottles?"

"No need."

Qingliu said coldly, he opened the brocade box, pinched a glazed elixir lying inside with his fingertips, and looked at it in the faint moonlight.

"Who else knows about this?"

Daotong said respectfully, "The master of Tianxiu Peak asked me a question or two."

The night sky was full of stars like a sea, Qingliu walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back, "You go to Tianxiu Peak, if you can't do it well, don't come back."

Dao Tong said "yes" and stepped back cautiously.

The door of the palace closed with a "squeak", blocking the bright moonlight outside.Qingliu turned around, walked to the incense burner, and crushed the only remaining "Meiluoxiang".The elixir was broken into powder and fell into the flickering charcoal fire in the furnace, and soon exuded a cool plum fragrance.

And Xie Weiyan, who was lying in the bedding under the layers of yarn, looked painful.He curled up, sweating like rain.

Qingliu moved his hands and feet in the soup and medicine he drank, making Xie Weiyan, who was so preoccupied and unable to sleep at night, fall into a deep sleep.

The cold fragrance in the hall became more and more intense, Qingliu sat beside Xie Weiyan, "I'm sorry for what happened tonight."

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips landed on the creases between Xie Weiyan's brows, melting a little silver light into it.

Qingliu was searching his sea of ​​consciousness.

There is nothing in Xie Weiyan's sea of ​​consciousness, only a piece of verdant green.Green mountains and green waters, long waterfalls.

Qingliu froze for a moment, and his strength weakened.His consciousness split from the sea of ​​consciousness, and following the flow of spiritual power, he came to Xie Weiyan's dim golden core.

The golden core was crumbling, full of cracks, and it was extremely terrifying.Several points of silver light drilled out of thin air, pulled into a faintly visible silver thread, melted into the golden core and slowly repaired.

Qingliu was silent for a long time, and said, "It really is my flesh and blood."

"I thought you would search for my soul." Sha Ying shook, and a hoarse voice sounded, but it was Xie Weiyan who woke up at some point.

Qing Liu withdrew his hand and helped him up, "The art of searching for souls is extremely dangerous, how dare I use it on you."

Xie Weiyan didn't speak, just pale.

Qingliu waved his sleeves to light a lamp beside him, pinched the corner of the quilt for him, "It's my fault."