Abandoned Immortals

Yu Lian was lying on the flexible rattan net, with a plain white dress under her body, and she was sleeping soundly on her side.

The suet-like cheeks are white and rosy, and from the shoulders and neck down, little red plums bloom in disorder.

Que Qingyun embraced her in his arms, and the woman with a charming posture and soft figure whispered softly like a cat, then rubbed into her arms, and pressed her cheek against her soft chest, with a dreamy expression. Satisfy.

Muscles and bones are crispy and numb, internal organs seem to be ironed in warm water, Yu Lian sleeps peacefully this time, but when she wakes up, her eyes are dazed, she doesn't know what night it is.

But the familiar fragrance of winter plums in her breath brought her back to her senses quickly, so she curled up lazily into Que Qingyun's arms, sniffed the other's delicate neck inch by inch, and called softly like a mosquito: "Master."

The voice is low and hoarse, and the tone is attractive.

Que Qingyun paused for breath, lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, raised her chin, nibbled the tip of her nose ambiguously, and said softly, "Isn't it enough to make trouble for a long time?"

Yu Lian felt itchy in her heart, she avoided the shallow kiss and giggled: "Naturally, it's not enough. This disciple wishes to entangle with Master to the death, singing and singing every night."

After saying that, she raised one eyebrow with a half-smile, and said in a hoarse and frivolous voice: "But I don't know if Master's bone can stand it."

"You say I'm old?" Que Qingyun laughed dumbly, pinching the tip of Yu Lian's jaw and shaking it.

The thumb exerted a little force, leaving shallow marks on his delicate skin, and the threat was not concealed.

Although they are masters and apprentices, the difference in age is only more than ten years. Practitioners often live for thousands of years. This small difference of ten years is almost negligible.

Yu Lian's attitude was reckless and arrogant, and she spoke unrestrainedly. When she was warned by her master, she not only showed no repentance, but suddenly leaned forward, sticking out her small tongue to lightly scratch Que Qingyun's lips.

The itchy and sticky touch aroused a surge of electric current, which spread over the limbs and bones.

Que Qingyun's breathing gradually sank, so he tightened his arms, wrapped around Yu Lianxin's slim waist like a water snake, and held her tightly in his arms.

In the quiet and dark secret place, Que Qingyun's hoarse and intoxicated voice sounded.

"Little lunatic, you asked for this."

·

It was already the afternoon of the second day after the two masters and apprentices returned from Xiangshan Mountain. Que Qingyun led Yu Lianxin to meet Yan Wenyu, and bid farewell to the monarch, intending to return to Tinglanzong.

Yan Wenyu tried to persuade her to stay, but Que Qingyun had already made up her mind to go, so she had no choice but to give up.

Before leaving, they went to Qiluan Palace, entrusted by Yan Wenyu, to take the pulse of the emperor and check on her condition.

The girl's complexion has indeed improved a lot. When Que Qingyun came, she was leaning on the head of the bed and reading a book seriously. The maid beside her was holding a pen and ink, so that she could pick up the pen and outline the contents of the book at any time.

After the servant passed on the message, Yan Qinyue put down the book, and wanted to greet Yan Wenyu and Que Qingyun who came with her, but Yan Wenyu waved her hand to signal her to have a good rest.

Knowing that it was Que Qingyun and Yu Lian who saved her, Yan Qinyue expressed gratitude and said to them briskly, "Thank you two sisters for saving your life."

Yan Wenyu scolded her for being abrupt, and corrected her: "It should be called 'Xian Shi'."

Yan Qinyue stuck out her tongue, and retorted delicately: "The word "Xianshi" sounds a bit old, and the two elder sisters are young and beautiful, so they should be called 'Sister Fairy'!"

Yan Wenyu wanted to say that Que Qingyun Yuliu Xin was a master and student, so addressing him might mess up his seniority, but before he could say anything, Que Qingyun shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's just a nickname, don't be rigid."

The female emperor is lively and cheerful, and has her own opinions, which Que Qingyun quite appreciates.

It was Que Qingyun who was supposed to check Yan Qinyue's pulse, but Yu Lianxin suddenly volunteered: "Let Lianxin take the princess's pulse."

She took the initiative to take up the job, then stepped forward quickly, touched the emperor's forehead with two fingers, and let go of her hands after a while, and the inspection was over.

Que Qingyun couldn't help laughing, she didn't understand what she was thinking, but it was just that Yan Qinyue's eyes stayed on her for a while, and then overturned the little disciple's jealousy.

"The princess is fine." Yu Lian glanced at Que Qingyun heartily, then turned her head to Yan Wenyu and said, "I have a lack of soul, I need to recuperate for a while, and when my complexion improves, I can go outside to get some fresh air from time to time. You don’t have to stay in bed all day.”

Yan Wenyu was completely relieved, and thanked Yu Lian heartily: "Thank you Miss Yu."

After this matter was over, he hosted a banquet in the palace for Que Qingyun's master and apprentice, brought a lot of natural materials and earthly treasures as presents, and asked them to rest for a night before leaving the next day.

It rained lightly the next day, just after the hour of the hour, Que Qingyun and the two left the palace hand in hand, and traveled westward for hundreds of miles, stopping and going.

It rained heavily, so the two walked into a ruined temple and waited for the rain to stop before leaving.

Two black shadows followed closely behind them, and when they saw them entering the ruined temple, they summoned Flying Eagle from a distance where they could be seen easily, and tied a spirit jade around the eagle's neck, so that Flying Eagle could send a message.

The time is right to do it.

·

About half an hour had passed since the two immortal masters left the palace. Yan Wenyu was originally accompanying his daughter in Qiluan Palace, but news came from the gate of the palace that someone from the Soul-Inducing Sect had sent someone to deliver the medicine, so he immediately ordered them to come in. Palace, meet in Qiankun Palace.

The person who came to deliver the medicine was dressed in a black robe, most of his face was hidden under the hood, and he took off the hood when he went to the hall to see the Holy Majesty, it was a face that Yan Wenyu had never seen before.

He holds a storage pouch in his hand, and it is said that all the medicinal materials that can be used for the emperor's daughter's health for a month are stored in it.

Yan Wenyu was suspicious, but he didn't think too much, so he ordered the attendant to go down to fetch the things and presented them to him.

The attendant stepped forward in three steps at a time, took the storage pouch with both hands, opened the mouth of the pouch to check the empty and full, and found that there were indeed enough medicinal materials inside, then nodded to Yan Wenyu, and walked back quickly.

However, at this moment, a trace of black air overflowed from the universe bag in his hand and wrapped around his wrist.

He stepped within two steps of Yan Wenyu's side, his expression suddenly changed.

Then, without warning, the attendant raised his palm and slapped Yan Wenyu's heart!

The corner of the mouth of the man in black robe curled up into a grin.

The monarch will perish, and the world will be in chaos.

·

A dark shadow sneaked through the corridors and touched the imperial study.

He was familiar with the road when he came, and he knew the structure of the palace like the back of his hand.

There were two guards with knives waiting outside the imperial study room, both of them had the cultivation of distracted spirits, they belonged to the lineage of Emperor Dazhu, and they were Yan Wenyu's confidantes.

The visitor took a look at the sky, calculated that it was almost time, then picked up a stone and threw it towards the rockery in the courtyard.

The two guards at the door were startled by the movement at the same time, and after looking for it in a blink of an eye, they heard the sound of wind in their ears, and saw an afterimage before their eyes.

Enemy attack!

Before he had time to warn others, his chest was hit by a palm, his entire chest cavity collapsed, and his heart, veins and lungs were shattered into pieces.

Although the other person reacted, he only had time to draw his sword out of its sheath, before he could tell the difference between himself and the enemy, he was restrained by the opponent's backhand, and ended up in a similar ending to the previous person.

The movement here seems to be silent, but it is difficult to completely hide the surge of spiritual energy, at least not from that old fellow Yan Chengyue, who has to act quickly to avoid long nights and dreams.

Then he pushed open the door of the Imperial Study Room, rummaged around, looking for the machine expansion, and finally found an inconspicuous mechanism at the bottom of a wooden box containing tribute inkstones in the corner of the back bookshelf.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pressed the phone to expand, and he heard a creaking sound in the left wall, and a half-foot-long and wide hidden grid revealed his whereabouts, extending from behind the wall.

Hidden in the secret compartment is the Jade Seal of the Great Chu Empire!

He was about to reach out to grab the object in the box when an old hand suddenly passed through the gap in the bookshelf and grabbed his wrist.

Immediately, Yan Chengyue's playful sneer sounded in his ears.

"Inviting Soul Sect, you are so courageous!"

·

The attendant slapped Yan Wenyu with a palm, and the corner of the black robed man's mouth was raised, and his smile gradually became ferocious.

Seeing that the monarch was attacked, he was about to die.

Suddenly, a strip of red silk flicked across the air like lightning, and the silk wrapped around the attendant's elbow, pulling it sideways, and that palm brushed against Yan Wenyu's ear, and hit the back of the chair behind him with a bang.

The back of the chair made of gold and stone snapped in two, and the shattered shards flew in all directions.

The red silk seemed to be alive, and rolled back the attendant's throat, hearing the sound of bone cracking, his head tilted to one side, his tall body like a hill staggered back two steps, and then fell down with a bang On the ground, there was no sound.

The man in black was startled by the change, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face changed drastically.

Then he saw a gorgeous red dress appear in front of his eyes like the wind, raised bright red lips, and looked at him playfully.

A piece of sword tip stretched out from behind his shoulder, and was close to his neck. The sharp sword energy only passed by lightly, and there was a scarlet bloody mouth on his throat.

At the same time, Que Qingyun's cold voice came from behind him.

"Que has warned you several times, but unexpectedly, the suzerain of your Soul Yin Sect is such a fool."