Prosperous Beauty System

Song Rin changed his face, and drove the carriage to Beijing like an ordinary coachman, whipping his whip.On the way, Qi Yu woke up, and Qi Yu who woke up did not cry or clamor to get out of the car, but sighed faintly.

Song Rin leaned against the sun, leaning on the carriage. The swaying body made him a little irritable. After leaving Ah Yan for a few days, the figure of the young Zhilan Yushu kept lingering in his mind, making his heart surge Unlimited melancholy.

Maybe his decision was wrong, Song Rin frowned and thought, he should tie the young man by his side and not let him leave him, even if the young man is unwilling.However, he quickly denied his thoughts.

Although Chu Xiang is unfathomable, Song Rin can tell that he is really attracted to the young man, if not, he will not leave more than half of his confidants to protect Ah Yan.

Chu Xiang is a person who is not emotional. Once emotional, even if he uses all means, he will break his legs and take him back to the house.

Song Rin has been lurking by Chu Xiang's side for several years, knowing that this person is extremely cold and ruthless, if he is asked to find the boy back, Ah Yan will suffer more.

Thinking about it this way, Song Rin felt that entrusting Ah Yan to Qi Xing was the right thing to do.

It was a peaceful night, with the cold moonlight shining on the muddy ground, surrounded by whirling trees, casting large swaths of shadows, giving it a hazy beauty.

It was still the same dilapidated temple, with wind leaking everywhere. Looking inside through the broken windows, I could vaguely see a little spark and the crackling sound of burning firewood.

Qi Xing sat on the wooden board with his long legs bent, holding a cold long sword in his hand, and was wiping it repeatedly. His eyes were serious and cold, as if no one could move him.

His brows and eyes are extremely light and cold, a few strands of black hair hang down softly beside his cheeks, his complexion is pale white, and his red lips are like tears of blood.His fingers are long and slender, not as weak and boneless as Ah Yan's shaving green fingers, but with a soft and slender charm.

The light of the fire shone on his handsome and indifferent face, showing the elegance and calmness of the son of the aristocratic family, and even the movement of wiping the blade of the sword seemed to have a kind of noble and slow.

Ah Yan looked at him with a dazed expression, and after a while he lowered his head sullenly, pursed his mouth and did not speak.

He was dressed in white, with long black hair like crow feathers hanging around his waist, and his slender figure made him look a little lonely. Qi Xing wiped his long sword hand, and looked coldly at the young man while he looked away. past.

"What's the matter?" He said, without the slightest ups and downs in his tone, with a sense of qualityless coldness.

Ah Yan didn't expect that someone like Qi Xing would take the initiative to talk to him, his heart tightened, he bit his lip and looked up at him, his voice seemed to muster up his courage, "I...I don't want to go to Tongzhou."

Qi Xing stopped what he was doing, "Not going to Tongzhou."

Ah Yan looked at him nervously, Qi Xing said as if emphasizing, "Not going to Tongzhou."

He looked at him coldly and unquestionably, Ah Yan lowered his trembling eyelashes, and his voice was low as if he was talking to himself, "But I want to go back..."

Qi Xing stared at him coldly, and continued to move his hands. He knew that the young man wanted to go back to Qi Yu and Qi Zhi, but that was impossible.

Not to mention his promise to Song Rin, Qi Yu returned to Shangjing, and Qi Zhi could only go back behind, and this young man's background was unknown, so he would never let a few people get in touch with him.

As the night gradually deepened, Ah Yan lay on his side on the wooden board, opened his eyes to see the moonlight shining on the courtyard floor, and felt a little uncomfortable.

His head was a little drowsy, his eyelids were clenched but he was trying to stay awake, his fingers were clenched under his long sleeves, trying to resist the sudden sleepiness.

But soon, he fell into a dream.

The blurred light, the generous and cold embrace, the man's breathing rate next to his ear, Ah Yan seemed to be in the sea of ​​clouds, and he was in a daze.

"Ayan?" Someone called him softly in a hoarse voice.

Ah Yan was dazed and tried to raise his head, but his eyelids couldn't be opened. Someone was holding his face. The young man smiled lowly with a trembling chest, as gentle as a delicate flower blooming in a sea of ​​flowers.

Ah Yan wanted to avoid the ambiguity, but found that he couldn't help himself, and the cold and hoarse voice was drunk, and he said out of his mouth uncontrollably, "Shu Jing?"

Who is Shu Jing?Ah Yan's mind buzzed, and then he felt a sharp pain.

"Junior Brother? Junior Brother?"

A familiar voice came, and Ah Yan opened his eyes, and found himself sitting cross-legged in a long pavilion on the cloud cliff, in front of him was a jade table with a jug of dirty wine and a bamboo fan.

Not far away, the sea of ​​clouds is churning, the clouds in the sky are white, the cliffs are full of peach blossom trees, pear blossoms are falling around the long pavilion, and the mist lingers on the mountainside, it is as beautiful as a fairyland.

The woman in the long-sleeved cloud clothes sat cross-legged, half holding the guqin, and sat beside the Qingyu table. The cuffs of the bottom of the robe were engraved with intricate patterns, and her long black hair hung down her knees. Can't eat fireworks.

Fairy's brows and eyes were stretched with a touch of gentleness, and she smiled lightly covering her face with long sleeves, joking with her words, "What's wrong with Daxiu? Could it be that Wu Ya's piano sound disturbed Daxiu's thoughts?"

Jiu Xiao who was on the side also raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, folded his wide sleeves and poured himself a glass of wine, and then poured a glass for Suhe with his long sleeves, "Junior brother, why are you drunk before drinking?"

Ah Yan looked at the two in a daze, something was about to come out in his mind, but he heard the master of the body speak, his voice was as cold as jade beads falling into a spring, "I just remembered something suddenly, brother teacher and fellow Taoist Wu Ya laughed at me."

Jiu Xiao shook his head, and Wu Ya hugged the piano and smiled softly, "The way of great cultivation is beyond Wu Ya's reach."

The pear blossoms fell for a while, and the discussion in the pavilion came to an end. Wu Ya hugged the guqin, bowed to the two people in the pavilion, and turned into a ray of light, piercing the stars and leaving.

In the pavilion, Jiu Xiao took a sip and put the wine glass on the Qingyu case, "Junior brother, you are a little absent-minded today, but is there something in your heart?"

Su He shook his head and said, "Brother, don't ask any more, maybe it's... the illusion of the younger brother..."

Jiu Xiao looked at him with a frown, and changed the subject after a long time, "Is this the fairy artifact that Master gave you?"

He looked at the ordinary bamboo fan on the Qingyu case, and was a little surprised that there was such a thing in the universe in the sleeve of the master?Isn't this... a magic weapon only used by female cultivators?

Suhe glanced at Jiuxiao, "This is the Yunluo Fan, a magic weapon that is more defensive than the Phantom Sword."

When the picture turns, there is a forest of thorns. Through it, there are flowers blooming all over the valley. A hundred flowers are in full bloom, shy and swaying in the wind, as if you are in a sea of ​​flowers.

A monk in a cloud coat with long sleeves stands among the flowers, his eyebrows are condensed and his eyes are cold. He raises his head and gazes into the distance. The eternal twilight is on the skyline.

"Back?" After a long time, the monk asked in a low voice.

The visitor walked with gentle steps, and the bottom of the slender robe drew an unruly arc as he walked, with a vague sense of oppression. He walked behind the monk, but he never saw his face, "Well, what are you looking at?" ?”

Suhe didn't look back, but took a step forward. Layers of long sleeves hung on his wrists like veils, dancing with the wind, falling in Chu Xiang's eyes in the twilight sea of ​​flowers.

Like the color depicted by the aurora, the color of the pen is thick and black, but black and white are distinct, like a light light, not obvious, but enough to make people heartbroken.

Suhe said lightly, "It's been so long, haven't you found out yet?"

Found what?

Chu Xiang's slightly moving heart gradually became cold because of this sentence, he looked at Suhe quietly for a few breaths, and looked away, "I'm not sure."

"Not sure?" Su He frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with Chu Xiangfeng's calm attitude.

Chu Xiang didn't answer, but instead asked, "After so many years, do you still have grudges about that incident?"

Back then, Jiu Zheng crushed Su He's soul orb, causing Sansheng III's spiritual power to riot. He and Su He were drawn into this eternally twilight space for 12 years.

Another 12 years later.

On this day, the tranquility of the uninhabited mountains was finally broken by the sound of glaciers breaking, and there seemed to be something hidden under the crystal clear ice.There was a small crack on the ice first, and then several cracks spread across the ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!" There was a sound of ice breaking and falling to the bottom of the lake, and a slender white hand stretched out from the bottom of the lake.

The firewood was still burning with sparks on the ground, and the moonlight outside was bleak, Ah Yan broke out in a cold sweat in his sleep, and woke up suddenly.

He propped himself up and sat up, staring at the tree shadow of Zhuo Yue in the distance, in a daze... for a long time, he looked down at his slender fingers.

In the dark woods, Qi Xing stood in the open space, his figure under the night was indifferent and heartless, he raised his fingers slightly, and gently teased the pigeon in his palm with his fingertips.

"Go." After letting the pigeon go, Qi Xing left slowly.

In the bustling street, Ah Yan sat by the window, resting his chin to watch the bustling crowd on the street, looking a little dazed.

"We're leaving here tonight." Coming up from the inn, Qi Xing said coldly to the young man by the window as soon as he opened the door.

Ah Yan's dark pupils overflowed with amber indifference for a moment, but it faded away quickly, "Why so fast?"

Qi Xing didn't notice the change in that moment. He walked behind Ah Yan and didn't explain much, even the ups and downs of his voice didn't change. Perhaps in Qi Xing's heart, everything about the boy had nothing to do with him. "I will send you to a safe place, Song Rin will wait for you there."

Hearing Song Rin's name, Ah Yan was a little stunned. He involuntarily turned his eyes to the street downstairs again, pursed his lips, "I don't want to see him."

Qi Xing looked at him coldly, the young man turned his head, the emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible, "I don't know Song Rin! Just let me go...I just want to go home."

Qi Xing stared at him coldly, without causing the slightest disturbance by his words, with a cold and distant expression, "I have an appointment with Song Rin."

After all, turn around and leave.

In the evening, Qi Xing was going to take Ah Yan away, and in the upper room of the inn, the two of them stood in a stalemate, Qi Xing's usually cold brows and eyes were tightly knitted.

"Aren't you leaving?" His voice was cold and lifeless.

The young man stood a few steps away from him, and turned his head when he heard the words, "I told you, I don't know Song Rin."

Under the firelight, Qi Xing's handsome face looked a little gloomy, "Don't waste my time."

Ah Yan clenched his fingers, "You go by yourself."

Qi Xing looked at him coldly, "It seems that I am too kind to you."

Before Ah Yan could react, his neck hurt, and he fell limply into Qi Xing's arms.