Prosperous Beauty System

The light blue light spots gradually solidified, and the long sleeves fluttering like immortals spread out in the wind. The person who came had a handsome and solemn face, with high black hair, a black-white crown like a swallowtail, and a light gray Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He landed beside the young monk, his body was like a pine tree in the snow, and he bowed to the cold-faced monk, "Master, my disciple is late."

"I think the sea of ​​clouds is uncertain today, but what happened in the sect?" the cold-faced monk stared at him and said calmly.

Jiu Xiao bowed his head respectfully, and said hesitantly, "It's Shishuzu, his old man."

I don't know why the words stopped here, the cold-faced monk frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the sky, seeming to realize something.

"It's been three years since 580, it's time to do something..."

After saying that, he turned his attention to the little disciple he loved the most, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes, "Suhe, come here."

Suhe's expression was cold, and he responded, "Yes!"

A few rays of light cast down from the scattered clouds, and the golden talisman culture was hidden in the golden light as phantoms. The sky gradually became twilight, and light and darkness merged in the distant place where the sky and the earth meet.

Standing a few steps away, Jiu Xiao watched as the master took the hand of his younger brother, walked to the edge of Yunya leisurely, and then stood side by side.

In front of them was a magnificent sunset with a blend of colors. The two people faced the light, and the vast twilight passed through their cloud clothes, as if even their long sleeves were a little more chilly.

The cold-faced monk turned around, tapped his fingertips on the forehead of the little apprentice, and a petal-shaped crease appeared on his forehead, he paused with his fingers, and sighed, "Look, Suhe."

The young monk followed the master's gaze, and in the rosy light from the sea of ​​clouds, under the clear and shallow sky like clear water, the color of the twilight was reflected on the master's flowing cloud sleeves, which seemed deep and light, and it was difficult to draw with ink and wash .

He stood there, his eyes were cold and far away, his eyes looked like a vast and unchanging sea of ​​stars, with an indescribable alienation and coldness, like a god standing in the clouds and ruthlessly looking down on the world.

Suhe stared at the tip of the master's hair for a while, and then turned his gaze to the lightly shaved onion finger in the void. Wherever he looked, there were waves rising from the turbulent water surface, shrouded in a thin layer of mist. After the black veil faded away, what appeared in front of the two was the eternal sea of ​​stars.

"Look." The cold-faced monk took a step back, bowed his head and said softly to the young man.

Su He slightly opened his eyes wide, his glass-colored pupils reflected a few intertwined and swirling starbursts, embellishing the night sky in extremely bright colors.

Master looked at him for a few breaths, then said, "Look again."

Su He concentrated, the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian sank into his spiritual breath, the color of his pupils changed several times, and gradually became slack, the sea of ​​stars in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a slowly blooming twelfth-grade ice lotus.

Su He only felt that his internal breath was unstable, his blood was churning, the aura in his dantian was rampant, the dizzy pupils in his eyes were solidified, and the phantom sword in his body was about to move.

"Restrain your breath!" A deep and cold voice came from next to your ear, your shoulders sank, and a few strands of familiar spiritual energy slowly poured into your spiritual breath.

Su He frowned, noticing that the turbulent air in his body had calmed down, he gradually relaxed his eyebrows.

"Master." He opened his eyes, and his breath didn't go his way.

The cold-faced monk reached out to wipe away the blood from his lips, and closed his eyes, "What did you see?"

The boy looked up at him, lowering his trembling eyelashes, "I didn't see anything."

The master paused, his eyes were full of emotions that others could not understand, he said lightly, "Is that so..."

As soon as the screen turned, it was in the Yunya Pavilion.

A jug of sake and a bright lamp were placed on the Qingyu table, and a handsome monk in Taoist robes sat cross-legged, with long sleeves hanging down a few feet, his eyebrows fixed and his eyes cold.

"Junior brother, if you go now, I don't know when we will meet again."

Opposite the handsome monk sat cross-legged a young man with an extremely handsome appearance. He had a noble and cool demeanor, and his figure was like a bamboo like a pine tree. His black hair was untied and three thousand black silks fell down. Against his fair and beautiful neck, he wore a long-sleeved cloud coat. Better than the fairy in the painting.

The young man's extremely cold eyebrows stretched out, and he held the cup with his slender fingers to salute the handsome monk, "You and I practice the Dao together, and the life span is as long as that of a fairy. As long as you have the heart, why is it difficult to meet?"

After saying that, the handsome monk's eyes softened, "Young brother is absolutely right."

As he spoke, he raised his glass to respect the young man, "Junior Brother, come!"

With a smile in his eyes, the young man clinked the two cups lightly, "Brother respect!"

After all, drink it up.

The young man put down his teacup, stood up and bowed to the handsome monk, his whole body turned into a star and streaked towards the sky.

Jiu Xiao quietly looked at the fragments of light that hadn't dissipated in place, closed his eyes, and then turned his eyes to the bright lamp on the Qingyu case that was about to go out.

After a few breaths, the light goes out.

He sighed softly.

When Ah Yan came back to his senses, he felt a heavy head resting on his shoulders, and his whole body was pressed on the bed, unable to move. He blinked, and looked at the few candles outside the account in a daze.

The window was opened, the street was dimly lit in the distance, and the sound of footsteps came from downstairs, everything was still as it was at the beginning.

Ah Yan couldn't help but crawled out of the bed with his head sideways, and when he moved his hands and feet, he was pulled back by the other hands.

"Don't move!" The man lying behind him said coldly.

Ah Yan shrank his neck, as if thinking of something, he looked down and saw that the clothes were on well, and there were no marks on his hands. He pulled the quilt, and breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

Messy footsteps came up from downstairs, and when they passed by Ah Yan's room, they paused for a while.

"How is he?" Chu Xiang lowered his cold voice.

"Young Master Yan has lost his appetite for the past few days, but other than that, he is fine." Another cold voice replied.

A few slender figures hovered in front of Ah Yan's door, and the cold candlelight on the long corridor made their cold aura look like ghosts. Chu Xiang didn't speak, and it took a while before he said "hmm".

After a few people walked away, the man opened the account and walked down from Ah Yan's bed. His figure was tall and straight, and he was wearing a slim fit suit, which made him look extraordinarily sharp and ruthless.

The man stood at the head of the bed, looking down at Ah Yan, who was half upright with his arms propped up, his eyes were dimmed because of his seductive appearance, as if his clothes were half-faded.

"Chu Xiang is back." The man stared at Ah Yan's snow-white wrist and said coldly.

Ah Yan propped himself up to look at him, his black hair was scattered on the pillow, his neck hung like a swan, looking very weak and pitiful, his slender fingers tightened the bedding, "Who are you?"

He asked this question many times.

Ah Yan mustered up the courage to look at the man, bit his lips and asked, "Who are you? What enmity do you have with Chu Xiang?"

The man looked at him quietly, "If you tell me, will you help me?"

He leaned closer to Ah Yan, gently lifted his chin, and wiped his soft lips repeatedly with his fingertips under the terrified gaze of the young man.

"Will you help me?" The man spoke again, his voice low and hoarse.

Ah Yan tilted his head, avoided the man's ambiguous movements, and held back the trembling of his body, "Don't...me, just let me go."

"Song Rin."

The man sat by the bed, looked at Ah Yan, and suddenly said, "My name."

When Chu Xiang came back, the group set off again, heading towards the official road in Fenyang, but this time the final destination was not Fenyang City, but Xiangfu far in the northwest.

Not long after the sky was bright, Ah Yan was helped by his followers into Chu Xiang's carriage.

Dangling all the way, Ah Yan sat in the carriage, pillowed his knees, buried his head in his lap, and was so drowsy that he was about to fall asleep.

Chu Xiang sat with his knees bent, leaning against the car window, holding a yellowed book in his hand, and looked carefully. The road map drawn there was shockingly intricate.

The two didn't talk along the way. On the one hand, Chu Xiang was tired and didn't want to speak, and on the other hand, Ah Yan felt uneasy in his heart.

Ah Yan hated this man very much, and was also afraid of him, more afraid than Song Rin.Chu Xiang is a calm lake with no waves, and it is terribly deep. His eyes are like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity, cold and piercing.

Chu Xiang put down the book, and his eyes fell on Ah Yan who was facing him. The young man curled up and rested his head on his head, showing pale eyebrows. With a slight movement of his heart, he sat down beside Ah Yan.

Chu Xiang looked at him quietly, his eyes were in a trance, he never knew that he was also a person who would be deceived by beauty.

Growing up in the palace since he was a child, Chu Xiang has seen countless beautiful women. Although the person in front of him is beautiful, he is far inferior to the concubines in his mansion.

In terms of appearance, the young man is only average, how could he be so heartbroken at the first sight?

Chu Xiang sighed in his heart, but his usually cold eyes suddenly softened. He reached out and tucked the few strands of blue hair that fell on Ah Yan's forehead behind his ears, his movements were extremely gentle.

As dusk approached, the carriage stopped in front of a rural inn, and the attendants helped Ah Yan get off the carriage, and they walked towards the inn.

The inn was cleaned very clean, and the food was not exquisite but delicious. The attendants stood aside, and Ah Yan and Chu Xiang sat at the round table in the lobby to eat.

Two meat and one vegetable, extremely simple, Chu Xiang picked up a few chopsticks without changing his face, then put down the chopsticks, and the entourage at the side quickly handed over the brocade handkerchief.

Ah Yan had no appetite at all, seeing Chu Xiang put down his chopsticks, he put down his chopsticks too.

"Why don't you eat?" Chu Xiang frowned and looked at him.

Ah Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said, "I'm already full."

Chu Xiang looked at him for a few breaths, did not speak, but led him to the guest room in the building.

Ah Yan's room was right next to Chu Xiang's, separated by a wall, and he could hear any movement at night clearly.

In the middle of the night, Ah Yan sat on the head of the bed and wiped his hair. After a while, he blew out the candle and fell into a deep sleep.

There was no movement for several days and nights, Ah Yan thought that Song Rin had given up on him, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that it was too early to breathe.

On this day, a group of people came to an inn in the county seat. Because Chu Xiang had something important to do, after arriving in the county seat, he took a few entourages and rode to the county magistrate's mansion, while the remaining people took Ah Yan Went to the inn prepared in advance.

Lifting the heavy curtain, Ah Yan got out of the carriage with the support of his entourage and walked to the door of the inn. He habitually looked up at the lobby, but suddenly a cold voice came from his ear.

"Young Master Yan, please!"

The man's voice was cold and penetrating. Ah Yan's legs and feet went limp, and he almost fell. The man who had prepared for it tightened his waist tightly, and he was hugged into a cold embrace.

Ah Yan's body trembled, and when he looked back, the man was handsome and indifferent, dressed in black and white, staring at him with cold and ruthless eyes.

Song Rin!

The author has something to say: mirrors really confuse people!