After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun was buried for five days, and the first thing he did when he was released was to find Xie Yu.

Since he entered Jianzong, he hasn't seen Xie Yu for such a long time.

He misses his brother.

On the way back from driving the rainbow, he was still thinking about how to explain the fine.

Literally impossible.

Shame, shame.

A gust of wind broke into Xiaoze Peak, the peach trees were colorful and the flowers fell all over the sky.

The willows in the pond and the spring are harmonious.

"Brother! I'm back!"

"Brother?"

No one should.

not there?

Qiu Lingjun rummaged through Xiaoze Peak, and finally picked up the sleeping Huoque under the peach tree: "Where is my senior brother?"

Huoque has never been to a place with such abundant aura, and he is obsessed with cultivation every day.

The experience of being almost turned into a beggar chicken is still fresh in my memory: "Chichi chichi." Xianjun went to practice.

Qiu Lingjun shook Firebird's paw: "Where did you go?"

The Firebird was dizzy: "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi." The fairy lord spared his life, but the little demon didn't know.

"I don't know?" Qiu Lingjun frowned, "...Could it be that you went to the Moon Underworld?"

He asked again, "Brother, how many days have you been out?"

Firebird breathed a sigh of relief: "Chichi." It's been three to five days.

Qiu Lingjun put down the fire sparrow, and ran away without thinking about it landing on the ground with its tail feathers between, but he was a little puzzled: "Then it should come back."

Xie Yu has never gone so many days to practice.

After taking two steps, he suddenly reacted.

Senior brother should already have bigu at that level of cultivation, and bigu monks often cultivate into samadhi for more than a month.

Qiu Lingjun supported the peach tree, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Isn't it so long that the senior brother hasn't practiced meditation?

It was to take care of him.

"It really is……"

Qiu Lingjun tilted his head and looked in the direction of Yuemingtan, "It's gentle."

So tender.

How can people not like it.

Qiu Lingjun raised his lips unconsciously.

……

Moon Underworld.

Clusters of plum blossoms are like blood, the branches are sparse and slanted, proud of the wind and snow.

Under the red plum tree, there is a man in white robe, with snow falling on his shoulders, clear eyebrows and eyes, and frosted eyelashes.A mahogany sword with clear lines and annual rings is placed horizontally beside him.Hovering up, the hilt is engraved with Xiaozhuan——Give it to my apprentice.Jade.

Xie Yu didn't know when he would wake up from the trance.

He looked at the sword with cold eyes without waves.

This is carved by Feng Ciyue and given to the young Xie Yu.

He loves that child very much, so he is careful everywhere, and the swords used for the child's enlightenment are wooden swords.

Even the wooden sword is made of ten-thousand-year spiritual wood, so it is extremely precious.

The hilt of the sword is moist and quietly floats in the air, and the peach blossom pendant rises slightly with the wind. Xie Yu hasn't touched a sword for a long time, and he can't hold the sword anymore after he was crippled - counting his fingers, it should be a hundred years.

……

The rain of plum blossoms soars into the sky, hovering over the mountain peaks, like a red rainbow.

The sword energy spread across the sky, and the fragrance permeated Ling Xuefeng.

The disciples of Jianzong raised their heads one after another.

"Who!"

"Which senior brother? Or the elder?"

"At Ling Xuefeng..."

"Ling Xuefeng, that's only possible..."

It could only be Xie Yu.

The apprentice of Immortal Hongxue, the elder of Jianzong and the head of the sect are full of praise for Tianjiao.

Strictly speaking, Qiu Lingjun is not considered as an apprentice of Hongxue Immortal Venerable, in name only.

You have to wait for Hongxue Immortal Venerable to come back and perform the apprenticeship ceremony before you can officially pass the door.

The Chilian Changhong lasted for a quarter of an hour before disintegrating into red rain all over the sky.

Ling Xuefeng blushed in an instant, and the fine plum fragrance lingered for a month.

It can be called a wonder.

Qiu Lingjun was also watching.

Huang Zui sent a message.

"This is your brother?"

"Is it Xie Yu?"

"I'm really going to be autistic, how did I do it! How did I do it!"

"Is it really the same age as us?"

Qiu Lingjun doesn't care about this.

Brother should be back.

He ran to the entrance of the peak, and saw a white dress slowly returning.

Qiu Lingjun crashed into the man's arms, the scent of plums bursting out, and the chill was bitter, he raised his face, lively, bright and charming: "Brother, Lingjun has been waiting for you for a long time."

It's been two months.

He muttered, "I miss senior brother so much."

After all, he tilted his head.

The agate on the young man's forehead was bright red, and he said with a smile: "Brother, do you miss Lingjun?"

Xie Yu didn't answer.

He lowered his eyes and just asked, "Have you cultivated well?"

Qiu Lingjun pouted: "You only care about me?"

He just complained casually, and then said obediently, "Yes. I have cultivated hard."

Xie Yu signaled Qiu Lingjun to let go.

At this time, Qiu Lingjun was still very obedient. Although he was reluctant, he still retreated, just guarding Xie Yu every step of the way: "Senior brother really walked for a long time. No one will accompany me up and down the mountain."

He was not used to it, every time he came back he looked forward to Xie Yu waiting for him at the foot of the mountain.

Xie Yu just listened.

He doesn't talk much.

Until evening, Xie Yu went to rest.

Qiu Lingjun still tugged on his sleeve reluctantly: "Stay with me for a while longer."

He is pleasing and sweet-talking.

Xie Yu was unmoved: "It's getting late."

He glanced at Qiu Lingjun, "You have morning class tomorrow."

Qiu Lingjun plausibly said: "I'll be fine if I sleep for two hours a day."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not playful either, brother teach me to practice calligraphy."

Xie Yu was also doing it for his own good.

This time it should not be rejected.

Xie Yu glanced at Qiu Lingjun's hand that was still holding his sleeve: "Okay."

Qiu Lingjun didn't go to elementary school because he was blind when he was young. Later, because of his stubbornness, he was angry and ran away several teachers who were hired by his parents and seniors.

Practicing calligraphy is just a trivial matter, and Qiu's elders were already very indulgent to Qiu Lingjun because of their debts, so they didn't care about it anymore.

White paper, wolf hair, uniform and delicate ink.

There are more than a hundred books on the shelves in the study, and the green bamboos are tall and straight outside the window.

The scenery is pleasant and the fragrance of books is inside.

Xie Yu asked Qiu Lingjun to copy his handwriting.

Qiu Lingjun had only written two or three words, and his face was a little restless.

He was very shy: "Why don't senior brothers go to work first..."

It's hard to change if you get used to it.

Warm and cool fingers touched it, and a strand of black hair fell to the side of Qiu Lingjun's face.

Someone posted it, feeling cold all over, Mei Xiang said slowly: "Write as I please."

Qiu Lingjun sneaked a glance at Xie Yu.

His senior brother focused his eyebrows and eyes, and his jade-like fingers were well-proportioned, like a heavenly man: "...um."

The three-legged copper stove lit incense for calming the nerves.

The smoke rises, and the bamboo fragrance is peaceful.

……

More than half a year has passed like this.

One afternoon.

Qiu Lingjun had just washed up, his black hair was disheveled, and the water stains were still wet.

He took off the gold ring and agate, put on his jacket, lay barefoot on the table and yawned.

The handwriting on the white paper at the side seemed to have become delicate and agile.

The young man's eyes were filled with mist, his vision was not very clear, and his mind was becoming more and more heavy, but he was not very sleepy, and still kept his eyelids open to glance at the young man who was carving a gossip plate on one side of the bamboo mat from time to time.

The young man was holding a carving knife, and sawdust rustled down.

He lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged. His white robe was like snow, and he seemed to be moved. He opened his eyes and met the smiling young man.

Slightly startled, then continued to draw the sword array.

Qiu Lingjun held his chin, and his voice was low and vague: "...Brother."

Xie Yu didn't look up: "Yes."

Qiu Lingjun laughed again.

Sunlight makes people lazy, and he fell asleep: "Lingjun... likes... likes senior brother...."

How difficult he was as a child.

Because of the appearance of Dao Lingyan, the young man was cared by his family and valued by the sect, so he was quite sought after.

But... it's all because of his eyes.

Only Xie Yu, his senior brother.

Just because he is Qiu Lingjun.

The bright moon is bright, and the frost and snow are not stained.

……

After seeing a gentleman, Yunhu was not happy.

The sound fades away.

With the salsa sound of sawdust falling.The carving knife in Xie Yu's hand lost control and cut through the pulp of his finger. The wound was deep enough to show the bone.

He looked at the line of scarlet, and his aura flickered. After two breaths, only a light pink streak remained on his fingertips. Soon, the light pink also faded, and the wound healed completely.

It's as if nothing happened.

But it is not.

His blood melted into the unfinished sword array, and the brown wooden gossip array faintly glowed red.

Sword array.

The main way of attacking.

Blood for blood, killing with killing.

Shui Wushuang had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Qiu Lingjun is a disciple of the inner sect, a disciple of Immortal Hongxue, who lives in Lingxue Peak, the gap between their identities makes it difficult for him to say thank you.

Today is the day when the previous disciples of the Sword Sect went out to practice.

This is a major event for the sect, and the servant disciples are granted two days off to watch the ceremony.

Ling Xun stood on the high platform.

In front of the elders, he may be a good old man, but in front of his disciples, he is a powerful, head of the sword sect.

He is the Taoist king who splits mountains and seas, and strikes all directions with his sword.

All the disciples looked forward to and admired him.

Even Huang Zui.

Jianzong, Canglan's first sect.

On the cloud platform.

The head of the sect and the elders are surrounded by immortal light, with a faint charm.

Even when the disciples raised their heads, they couldn't see his face. They only felt that the height was like a mountain, and the depth and breadth were like the sea.

Yun Buqi was a little more serious.

Holding his sword and smiling, "Fortunately, you met me..." If Hua Xunlu, these disciples would be kicked out on the spot, he took a light step, and said sharply, "During the conference, sound transmission is prohibited."

The elders above spoke, and the sound transmissions below flew around.

Huang Zui just passed on a voice: "Could Elder Yun also eavesdrop on the disciple's voice transmission?"

Qiu Lingjun only replied, "I don't know."

Followed by a wave of spiritual power.

The people who transmitted the sound just now were all silenced.

"Criticize the elders, shut up and postpone for one month."

Huang Zui heard Yun Buqi's voice transmission alone: ​​"..."

Good guy, he's straight good guy.

If you don't eavesdrop, how do you know I've criticized you?

What hobbies do the elders of Jianzong have!

Huang Zui suddenly noticed that the head of Ling Xun seemed to be looking at him with a smile on his face.

Speechless, great speechless.

He suspected that the headmaster had overheard the voice transmission that Elder Yun had given him.

Qiu Lingjun's closed phrase was three days.

He curled his lips and lowered his head to play with his fingers.

The old people of Jianzong are not ashamed.

It is probably a tradition to eavesdrop on disciples' sound transmissions.

But... for this experience, the senior brother has to go with him.

Qiu Lingjun rarely smiled.

The meeting lasted half an hour.

The most important time has come. The light curtain of Tengyun Pavilion is rolling, like colorful clouds weaving cloth, and the group list and sect tasks are displayed one by one.

……

Qiu Lingjun, Huang Zui, Yi Luoling, Zhao Zaishui, Xie Yu——Great Dan Country, Xingjing Lake [The Case of Missing Persons]

……

Yi Luoling found Qiu Lingjun accurately, and was very excited: "It turned out to be a group of us."

This mission will definitely be a no-brainer. Seeing that Qiu Lingjun and Huang Zui were silent, she was stunned for a while and then laughed, "No, no, there are really people who will be silenced."

Zhao Zaishui also smiled: "Extremely extreme."

Huang Zui was puzzled and could only stare.

Qiu Lingjun was much more straightforward, turned around and left.

It doesn't matter whether you form a team or not, he is going to find his senior brother.

Several people have been together before, and they all understand each other's temperament, so they are considered acquaintances.

Therefore, when other disciples were still looking for people in the same group, they had already gone out together.

The four of them are all outstanding disciples in this year's class, and they are also disciples of rich families. They are well-dressed, radiant in spirit as they walk, and have an extraordinary demeanor.

Shui Wushuang has been guarding for a whole day.

He was wearing a brown robe with a water-red sachet on his waist. He managed to see Qiu Lingjun, but he saw Qiu Lingjun surrounded by several people. The young man was dressed in black and had white eyes. The golden ring was dazzling and radiant.

Looking at myself again, it was dusty and inconspicuous.

The courage he summoned was gone in an instant, but... after waiting for a long time, seeing a group of people going over, he said, "Chou... um."

Shui Wushuang was dragged down by the people around him, he was his good friend.

Lin Xiaolu pulled Shui Wushuang, and reprimanded in a low voice in horror: "You are crazy!"

This year, Shui Wushuanghu pretended to be Huwei very comfortably, and he didn't even have to be bullied with him, but he knew better, "I just saved you once, how could such a person remember us."

Shui Wushuang was not reconciled: "I..."

Qiu Ling heard it.

Cultivator, with good eyes and ears, looked sideways, and only saw a group of brown handymen. Those people did not dare to look at each other, and they all bowed their heads and retreated.

hallucinations?

Qiu Lingjun turned his head casually, not caring.

As he left, the light in Shui Wushuang's eyes dimmed.

Qiu Lingjun should have seen him, but it was no different from other people who saw him.

He touched the sachet lightly, feeling very sad... It shouldn't have been expected.