Abandoned Immortals

Yu Lian wanted to say something more, but suddenly felt dizzy.

She blinked, the flow of spiritual energy in her body became slow, and a blurred double image appeared in her vision.

Facing Que Qingyun's gaze, there seemed to be an indescribable emotion in the other party's eyes.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, only spit out a thin breath.

Afterwards, her consciousness faded away, she closed her eyes and passed out.

Que Qingyun put down the teacup, the warmth in his eyes faded away, and a layer of cold light was laid on it again, the chill piercing his bones.

In the promenade outside the house, the sound of light and slow footsteps came from far to near.

In the blink of an eye, people who should not have appeared here suddenly appeared in front of Que Qingyun without warning.

The loose black gown matched the color of her silver hair flowing down to her feet like a waterfall.A pair of eyes stained red with blood appeared between the hair gaps. The setting sun's color was as fiery as blood, but it revealed the desolation of the sunset and the long night.

Her eyes lightly fell on the back of the woman in red in front of the table, and then she raised her gaze, silently colliding with Que Qingyun's vigilant and hidden hostile eyes.

Raising the corners of his lips, he smiled slightly.

Que Qingyun stared coldly at the uninvited guest, paying close attention to the other's every move.

The corners of her mouth were tight, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, her nails were subconsciously pinched into her fingertips, her brows were slightly frowned on her cold face, and her expression was stern and sharp.

The room was quiet, no one spoke, but the atmosphere was very strange.

The two people's spirits are intertwined, seemingly invisible, but they have turned into sharp blades, and they compete with each other in a silent confrontation.

Suddenly, Ye Qingyu blinked, and the deadlocked atmosphere was broken by this subtle movement.There was a way to relieve the dull breath that had been squeezed into a ball, so it quickly dissipated.

As a result, the weight on Que Qingyun's shoulders was reduced, and her shoulders were slightly loose, but she still maintained a sitting posture without moving.

Looking up, he said in a low voice, "I've traveled thousands of miles to look for it, why don't you sit down and rest your feet."

Ye Qingyu heard the words, walked slowly to the table, and stood beside Que Qingyun.She stared at Que Qingyun's eyes condescendingly, and never looked at Yu Lianxin who was crouching beside the short table.

Que Qingyun didn't meet her gaze, but picked up the kettle and poured a cup of tea for her calmly.

After all, she was still willing to give her a little face, Ye Qingyu adjusted the hem of her clothes, sat down short, with an elegant posture and a demure demeanor.

Holding the cup in hand, grinding with five fingers.

The half-palm-sized object was dragged in her palm and turned slowly and evenly.

"Why, there is no explanation at all?" The woman chuckled, not like asking a teacher for a crime, but like gossip.

Que Qingyun raised his eyelids, the tea soup in the cup rippled slightly, and asked her calmly, "Explain what?"

"Why do you ask knowingly?" Ye Qingyu looked at her, as if amused by the words, "There is nothing in this world that can hide from my eyes."

The tone was gentle, like a joke, but Que Qingyun felt a slight chill down his spine.

She knew in her heart that what this person said was absolutely true.

"So what?" Que Qingyun was still sullen, not showing timidity under the pressure of the opponent.

Ye Qingyu leaned against the edge of the table, took a sip of the clear tea soup, and the smile on her face faded: "Sister, if you don't guess, if you don't take my warning to heart, what will happen?"

The room was silent for a long time, and Que Qingyun lowered his head, as if in deep thought.

Ye Qingyu squinted at her, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table.

But after a while, Que Qingyun sneered indifferently: "Ye Qingyu, you are too nervous."

As soon as she came into contact with Yu Lian, he hurried over and beat her in a hurry.

It seemed calm and unhurried, but in fact it exposed the uneasiness in his heart.

Ye Qingyu can easily dominate the lives of others, even disregarding the lives of their master and apprentice, but she is afraid that the existence of Yu Lianxin will change Que Qingyun again.

She painstakingly planned everything and did not allow failure.

Ye Qingyu frowned at the sneering laughter, as if seeing Que Qingyun for the first time, she looked at her again with scrutiny, quite surprised: "Sister, in the past 20 years, you still This is the first time I have shown such a look."

Because seeing Yu Lianxin, even if she couldn't recognize each other or fall in love with her, the emotion in her eyes was different from the past.

Que Qingyun stared at her calmly: "This is just what I am."

Ye Qingyu smiled suddenly, the ups and downs in her eyes gradually subsided, returning to the silence of nothingness.

Feeling helpless and regretful, but with a touch of inexplicable joy, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she said in a cheerful tone: "As expected of Ye Qingyun, who rushed to the crown and slaughtered all of Tianxuan's sects, I thought that if you choose again, you will be better." Be cautious and be more forbearing."

But a madman is a madman after all.

Que Qingyun raised his eyes, and his expression suddenly became arrogant and arrogant: "You have come here, what is the difference between whether I can bear it or not?"

Since Ye Qingyu showed up in Dongming in person, she certainly didn't intend to let Yu Lian go.

"Of course there is a difference." Ye Qingyu pursed her lips and chuckled, and said meaningfully, "But it doesn't matter, whatever is fine, after all, if you don't give it a try, how can you give up?"

She stretched out her hand to roll up the blue hair beside Que Qingyun's ear, her expression was lingering and blurred: "You will always come back to me."

After speaking, she let go of her hand and drank the tea Que Qingyun poured for her in one gulp.

Then he put down the teacup, patted Que Qingyun's face with a smile: "Try it, you only have twelve hours, decide to take her away, or ask me to forgive you."

"I won't do it myself, but if you still want her to live, then think carefully about whether all of this is worth it."

Before the words fell, the man in the black robe disappeared into the void without a trace.

Que Qingyun clenched his hands tightly, under the eyelashes, a cold glow flickered.

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Yu Lian opened her eyes slowly, and the noise filled her ears, and then her vision changed from blurred to clear.

She found herself lying on the table in the corner of the hall of the tea house, the voices of the tea guests in the hall, and the storyteller on the far table was talking, the whole hall was full of noise.

Yu Lian rubbed her forehead and heart, her head was dizzy, and she regained consciousness after a while, gradually recalling what happened before she fell into a coma.

Startled, she sat up and looked around.

The elbow hit something, and the bamboo hat slipped from her side and fell to the ground with a thud.

She sat in the previous position, went to the elegant room to find Que Qingyun, and talked with her, it was like a dream.

Yu Lianxin picked up the saber on the table, ran up to the attic in three steps at a time, and lifted the curtain of the elegant room.

The room was empty, and the furnishings were as usual.

There was a burst of panic for no reason, like a heavy hammer hitting her chest, making her breathless, and she gasped for a few breaths before smoothing out her breath.

Where did Que Qingyun go?Why did she fall into a coma, and why did she wake up not in the elegant room, but in the lobby?

Was what I saw and heard before really a dream?

Yu Lian's heart was so congested that she paused at the door for a moment, then walked into the room resolutely, pacing back and forth, but it was hard to find any evidence that Que Qingyun stayed here.

She stood in front of the short table, with one hand propped on the table, looking extremely depressed.

Suddenly, she seemed to have a feeling in her heart, and looked sideways at the charcoal stove beside her. The fire in the stove had been extinguished, but the ashes in the stove were still warm.

A gleam of light flashed across Yu Lian's eyes, then she turned around and went downstairs quickly.

Going back to the hall in two or three steps, she raised her eyes and swept the hall, but there was no sign of the owner of the tea house, only a waiter who was busy going back and forth.

Calling Xiao Er to her side, Yu Lian straight to the point: "Where is Master Ye Xian?"

Hearing the words, the waiter in the shop showed a look of bewilderment, and shook his head incomprehensibly: "Who are you talking about, I don't know."

Looking at his face, Yu Lian judged that this person should not be lying, and he did not know Que Qingyun, so she asked again: "Then where is your shopkeeper?"

Every time Que Qingyun came, the shopkeeper of this tea house would personally receive him, so the shopkeeper must be an important person.

However, her expectations were once again in vain, Xiaoer replied: "The shopkeeper's family has something to do, so he left this morning, saying he won't be back until noon tomorrow."

"Do you know where his home is?" Yu Lian was anxious and hurriedly asked.

Xiao Er became more and more puzzled, with a look of vigilance on his face, and carefully sized Yu Lian's heart.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Yu Lian seemed a little scared, knowing that he had misunderstood, so she explained: "I have something important to discuss with your shopkeeper, please give me your advice."

But Xiaoer shook his head again and said, "I don't know."

Seeing that she couldn't ask anything from her mouth, Yu Lian was angry and anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

Due to the turmoil in her body, the breath of her body overflowed a little, the terrible coercion swept away from the tea house, and the hall that was still noisy before was instantly quiet.

Everyone wanted to be strangled, and the noise disappeared.

The boy who was closest to him was the first to bear the brunt of the pain, and felt even harder. He took several steps back, but still felt pain in his heart and nausea.

Yu Lian realized it later, frowned sullenly, restrained the constant rage, restrained her breath, turned her head and walked out of the teahouse.

She finally found hope, but she never thought that one moment she was still secretly rejoicing, and the next moment she fell to the bottom, and was beaten back to her original shape by the cold reality.

What does Master mean, and what is the unspeakable secret?Why can't I explain it to her?

The cruelest thing in the world is to give expectations and then take everything away.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he gritted his teeth.

Yu Lian ran aimlessly, and soon rushed to the wilderness on the outskirts of the city.

When she got to a place where there was no one around, she raised her head to the sky and let out an angry roar, her breath that had been suppressed for a long time burst out suddenly, like a torrent sweeping across mountains and rivers, wind blades lifted mud and rocks on the ground, uprooted plants and trees, billowing smoke and dust.

Animals in the mountains scattered and fled, and birds in the forest fluttered their wings.

In the chaos, she propped her hands on her knees, her eyes were red, and she gasped heavily.

There was a sharp white mark on her lips from her teeth, but she was trembling involuntarily, as if she didn't know it.

After the hurricane passed through, it subsided slowly, and countless sword marks appeared on the stone walls in the mountains for no reason.

After a brief emotional outburst, what followed was endless loss and despair. This intangible and invisible sense of powerlessness was more tormenting and painful than wandering without support.

Her vision was blurred, and she raised her hands to cover her eyes.

Hot and humid tears gushed out of his eyes at some point, and his whole face was wet.

The gurgling tears trickled down the lines of her palm, soaking her heart.

In a daze, she heard the sound of flapping wings above her head, and at the same time there was the shrill call of a muslim falcon.

She wiped away the tears from her face, and looked up at the black bird hanging in the air, with a brand new bamboo tube tied to the falcon's leg.

This letter must have come from Dong Mingle.

The author has something to say: Re-establish the flag, I am a dog (shock sound)! ! !

Yesterday, I said that today’s double update, but I looked at the house for a day today. There is no flag that will not fail. I am tired.

sorry, i'm coming