Prosperous Beauty System

"Just call... Final Li."

He has to leave after all, and he cannot be with him for the rest of his life.Thinking of this, Xie Weiyan couldn't help feeling sad.I have done so much, what is it for?

"Zhongli?"

Qingliu's low and cold voice carried a unique ethereal, he paused, raised his hand on Xie Weiyan's slightly swollen abdomen, "From now on, this will be your name."

Xie Weiyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at him, "... If I'm not around in the future, are you willing to protect him for the rest of your life?"

Qingliu looked at him disapprovingly, "He is my child, as a father, how can I not love him and protect him."

"Even if he is a magician in the future?"

"All dharmas are Tao." Qingliu sighed softly, and frowned again, "You and I have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and our cultivation base is profound, so why should we be afraid of the future? Although you gave birth to a child in the body of a phoenix, here I am There are countless panaceas, which will not hinder your fate."

Xie Weiyan's heart ached, "The world is unpredictable, just in case."

"You are just afraid that Taiwei will find out about this, which will be bad for the child." Qingliu helped him to lie down, "I will take care of everything, you don't need to worry."

The room was cold and silent, only wisps of green smoke rolled up from the incense burner.

Xie Weiyan was lying sideways on the bed, her black hair was like silk, and her complexion was pale.Qingliu picked up a strand of black silk, cut it off with spiritual power, put it at the bottom of the sleeve, and pinched the corner of the quilt for him.

"It's a big taboo for you to be so soft-hearted." Qingliu's fingers lingered on Xie Weiyan's cheeks with cold fingers, "After giving birth to a child, you will stay in the Heavenly Demon Land and never come out again."

He sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at Xie Weiyan for a long time.As soon as the last hour passed, a Taoist boy came in from the side hall and said respectfully, "Yuan Jun, the time has come."

Qingliu stood up, his sleeves pierced the air, like a sword intent, "Which one of the sects of the immortal sect is missing?"

Daotong didn't dare to raise his head, "I don't know that many alchemists have come to the sea, and the Shangqing Sect has also sent direct descendants, but Taishu Huanfu...not a single monk."

Qingliu, "Tianxiu Peak takes the lead, but I don't know what the sea gets?"

"Yes. That part of fellow Taoist cultivation is very unpredictable."

What Daotong said was within Qingliu's expectation.

He walked out of the hall gate, ordered the Taoist boy outside the hall to take care of Xie Weiyan, and walked towards the dojo.

The pear blossoms are like silver snow, not as pitiful as wisteria.Beside the black mountains and white waters, under the iron cables of the pontoon bridge, thousands of monks sit upright in it.

In front of the gate of the vermilion hall, a handsome sword stands on the 33rd floor, with a cold brow and a taciturn expression. The word "Taiwei" originated from Dao, Taiwei is a man with a sword bone made by nature.

Zhu Qi deployed against the wind, hunting.

The golden light paves the way, and the flying cranes greet each other.All the monks bowed and raised their heads, and saw the snow-cold Daozong sitting high on the cloud couch, just like the rumors.

In the row of Danxiu, a young man with black hair and tall tufts sat cross-legged on the ground with one hand resting on his chin, carelessly turning the pill in his hand.

The boy's silver hairband was hanging down casually, obviously in an extremely casual posture, but he had a cold face, and the aura around him was hard to get close to.

Different from Danxiu's usual immortal demeanor, he was not wearing Danxiu's signature white Taoist uniform, but a cool black robe with a black coat on top.The disciples of Taixu Daomen saw it, and thought it was an elder from the Discipline Hall who had left the customs.

"Brother Duan."

A ink-stained writing brush was handed back to him, "During the Tianxiu Peak competition, show me the elixir formula you used."

Duan Yunshan's expression remained unchanged, and he removed the brush with his fingertips, "Thirty-two volumes of the "Dan Jing", the sixth hole, go and see for yourself."

"I didn't bring the alchemy scripture with me, brother, just write two paragraphs for me, if you don't want to finish it, just write two paragraphs." The junior brother sitting behind him begged.

Duan Yunshan turned his gaze, and saw the monks around him concentrating on discussing the Dao in the stands, with a movement of spiritual power, he wanted to turn into light spots and leave.

"Brother, where are you going?" The younger brother was startled, and hurriedly lowered his voice, "The elder uncle is watching by the side, be careful when you return to the sect, he will punish you to face the wall and think about your mistakes."

"You watch for me." Duan Yunshan took out the puppet talisman and conjured up a drowsy self.

The younger brother watched him leave helplessly, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only retract his neck and listen to Daxiu's lecture honestly.

Duan Yunshan was born in the Duan family of the immortal sect, worshiped under the Liuli Sect of Unknown Sea at the age of six, established the foundation at the age of ten, and formed the alchemy at the age of sixteen.

The Glazed Tile Sect and the Taixu Spiritual Realm are tens of thousands of miles away. If it wasn't for the catastrophic event, the two sects would not communicate with each other, so the relationship is very cold.

Duan Yunshan left the dojo and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in Xianyou Palace.It was almost time to apply, and the Taoist boys in the palace left the palace gate one after another, preparing to go to Qianfu Mountain to watch the night.

The rays of light are everywhere, gradually gathering.

When Xie Weiyan woke up, the night outside the hall was hazy, and the orange candlelight was reflected on the verandah on the window lattice, as if there was a thin layer of veil.

He lifted off the quilt, put on his clothes and walked towards the outer hall, "Zi Ji, Zi Ji?"

Xie Weiyan called several times, but the Taoist boy who was waiting for him did not come.He walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a little bit of starlight emerging from the bushes of spirit grass, weaving into a silver mist belt, drifting towards the sea of ​​stars in the night sky.

He looked far away, and saw the fires of the temples in the distance, which seemed to be crowded, and then he remembered the rules of the night vigil.

Xie Weiyan turned around to get the fire book, lit the red candles in the hall one by one, and then sat back on the edge of the bed a little lonely.

Qingliu went back to the palace after discussing Taoism, walked to the bedroom, saw Xie Weiyan's pale face, and couldn't help frowning.

"There are many matters in the night, too small to be entangled in mundane affairs, so it's hard to leave." He walked up to Xie Weiyan, helped him up, "If it's time to break it, then it will be broken."

Xie Weiyan didn't know how, it was just that the roots were still broken, and the bottom of his heart was inevitably sour.

Qingliu helped him walk to the side hall and sat in front of the sapphire case.There are several dishes on the table, and a bowl of ice lotus porridge.

"Ice lotus is a spiritual thing. You have lost all your spiritual power now, and the baby in your belly needs nutrition. It is just for you to replenish your body." Qingliu picked up the ice lotus porridge, "Do you want me to feed it?"

Xie Weiyan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, "...I can do it myself." He reached out to catch the bowl, but the bowl was sideways.

"you--!"

Qingliu put the bowl in front of him, "Eat."

Halfway through the meal, Qingliu received Jianxin and went out of the palace again.Xie Weiyan had no appetite at all, and seeing Qingliu's figure disappear into the night, he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"It's getting late." He said in a low voice, and touched the child in his womb again, "We must return to the Heavenly Demon Land as soon as possible."

In the early hours of the morning, when the night tracing was over, Dao Tong had already returned to the palace, but Qingliu still hadn't come back.

"It is said that a major repair has come from the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty." Zi Ji lowered his voice while serving him breakfast.

"Overhaul?" Xie Weiyan was taken aback, "Isn't the Shang Qingzong always ignoring common affairs?"

"It's about Hanhai, so Mr. Yuan has no choice but to come forward in person."

He had a bad premonition in his heart, "But the head teacher of the Qing Dynasty is here?"

Ziji's voice became even lower, "...it's King Beichen."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to abuse Qingliu, but later I thought, I can’t abuse, and the number of words will be exceeded if I abuse it again (it’s already exceeded!!)