After securing the script of the villain Taoist

No... don't let go?

For a moment, Sang Yuan thought he had heard wrong.

But the sense of confinement coming from the wrist cannot be faked, and there is also a faint throbbing pain.

He felt that he was wronged, he just poked the Sword Lord a few times out of boredom, and he didn't lose a piece of meat, so why did he treat him so vigorously?

"If you don't let it go, you won't let it go." He hummed twice, and couldn't help complaining, "It's not rewarding for my kindness, if I knew it, I would leave you alone."

When he spoke, there was a hissing sound, as if he had been greatly wronged.When he lowered his head dejectedly, the slender and beautiful neck seemed to be within reach.

Only then did Qi Ning'an realize what he had done, he sat up, frowned slightly, his eyes fell on one side of Sang Yuan's cheek, and then let go of his hand.

As soon as the wrist was loosened, a painful swelling hit.Sang Yuan gasped and rubbed, the corners of her mouth slightly pulled down, her cheeks puffed up.

The skin on the wrist, which was as white as jade, was already thin and tender. After being held vigorously for a long time, it was already blushing, and there was still a shocking faint bruise in the middle.

Sang Yuan raised his head to look at him, the light in the cave was not bright, and his eyes were covered with mist due to the physical pain.

When the four eyes met, Qi Ning'an saw the accusation in his eyes.

There was a crack in Qi Ning'an's usually indifferent expression, and the chaotic emotions in his chest gushed out like he couldn't restrain himself, and he tried his best to suppress it before he managed to hold it steady, but his voice was hoarse as hell: "It's my fault."

Because of the intrusion of the power of space, he saw something that he had forgotten.

He remembered that when the sky was about to collapse and the time was out of order, he had unintentionally passed through the endless void and the long flow of time and space, and saw Sangyuan under a huge tree with lush leaves.

He smiled very happily, his brows and eyes were full of flamboyant smiles, his brows and eyes were clear and bright, and he was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people.

With just one glance, the former self wanted to occupy her.

Qi Ning'an, who was in a coma, was stunned for a moment, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.He didn't wake up until he felt the presence of people around him, and the heartbeat in reality coincided with the heartbeat in memory.

He didn't know the meaning of all this happened, but he was strangely not repulsed in his heart.

It seems that a long time ago, the two looked at each other for a moment across the countless vast stars.

Sang Yuan swallowed subconsciously, only to feel that his eyes were terribly deep, and he had an urge to run away, and even forgot to withdraw his hand that was caught again.

Then, Qi Ning'an took his hand, and tapped lightly on the bruise on that hand, as if confirming something.

Sang Yuan froze uncomfortably, and then saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The cold and desireless swordsman standing on the top of the mountain was lowering his proud head and looking at his wrist with pity.

That look made Sang Yuan think that his wrist was not hurt by being held, but broken.

The cold breath fell on the wrist, relieving the soreness and pain.

Before the thin lips were about to fall, Sang Yuan finally came to his senses, quickly withdrew his hand, and moved back a little with horror.

"You... what do you want to do?"

He suspected that Qi Ning'an had been taken away!Otherwise, why would it be so strange!

Sang Yuan looked at him with suspicion, his eyes were wide open, the emotion inside was too surprised, and the bright astonishment on his face was easy to understand.

It was only then that Qi Ning'an realized what he had done. He had never lost his composure in such a way before. The glance in his memory was like a demon in his mind, leading him to sink step by step.

"I..." He was at a loss for words for a while, and he turned his hand unnaturally, and when he put it in front of him, a jade bottle appeared in his palm, "It's my fault, I will give you medicine."

He returned to that calm and self-sufficient appearance, and Sang Yuan almost thought that everything just now was his own illusion.

Sang Yuan didn't pick it up, Qi Ning'an frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and simply grabbed his wrist again.

This time his strength was very light, so light that Sang Yuan could easily break free, and he deliberately avoided the marks on his wrist.

Seeing that he didn't struggle, Qi Ning'an somehow heaved a sigh of relief.

"Are you Qi Ning'an?" Sang Yuan suddenly asked. In fact, he knew that the chance of the Sword Lord being taken away was very slim, but he still couldn't help asking.

This skin is so handsome and beautiful, it stands like a Lanzhi jade tree, and its temperament is as frosty as snow, which is as difficult to cling to as a snow-capped pine.Hidden inside is an impenetrable soul, and a heart with a clear heart.

Sang Yuan looked at his cold browbones and was a little absent-minded for a while, but when he saw Qi Ning'an's rare surprise because of his own problems, his mood suddenly improved.

"Then let me test you." He didn't withdraw his hand, but changed into a comfortable sitting position with his legs in front of his chest, and asked, "How many plum blossoms are there in my room?"

Qi Ning'an returned quickly, almost without thinking: "Qi Zhi."

"Yes!" In fact, he didn't remember it himself, so he raised his chin slightly and said, "Then you take the medicine."

It was caused by him, so let him solve it, Sang Yuan thought with peace of mind, he didn't think how shocking it would be if someone saw him being drugged by a swordsman in the Mahayana period.

He sat there with his chin resting on his knees, with one hand buttoning the hem of his drooping clothes from time to time, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

On the porcelain-white Ruyue's wrist, the bruising and crimson are more obvious, thinking that the skin is crystal clear and snow-white, slender and easy to break.The pale green wide sleeves hang lightly above the wrists, as if they could be opened by the wind, revealing the softer skin inside.

This was the first time that Qi Ning'an had the opportunity to look at his wrist. His slender fingers were facing him, and he could see a faint healthy blush on his round nails.

It was a beautiful hand, just like his own.

Sang Yuan felt that he had waited a long time, and his tone was dissatisfied: "Why are you so slow."

The icy cold breath on Qi Ning'an's body dissipated a little at some point, and the two of them were so close that he didn't even feel cold.

As soon as the words fell, the cool touch covered the wrist, causing the skin to tremble slightly.

"Don't move." Qi Ning'an lowered his head and carefully applied the vitality ointment to him. The top-quality ointment quickly relieved the pain on his skin, and the effect was even visible to the naked eye.He should have never done this kind of thing before, and his movements are not very skilled.

The top-quality balm that can produce white bones was used on the bruises on the skin surface, but neither of them felt that there was anything wrong.

The relief of the pain made Sang Yuan feel very comfortable. He couldn't help but groaned twice, as if the withered leaves were nourished by the rain and dew, and couldn't help but stretch out in the sun again.

Qi Ning'an's eyes were drooping, and his Adam's apple was itchy. After rolling violently, his strength in applying the ointment became stronger, his legs that were originally sitting cross-legged tightened slightly, and his calf muscles tensed.

The bruise dissipated quickly, and to Sang Yuan's surprise, only a little red remained.

After the pain was gone, the feeling of the fingertips rubbing back and forth on the skin became obvious.

The coolness of the spirit ointment turned into a little bit of hot touch at some point, with a little bit of numbness, spreading from the wrist.

It seemed that the stretched leaves felt curled up, and even his cheeks were flushed with rose red.

Neither of them made a sound, but something was quietly changing in the air.

After the bruising completely dissipated, Sang Yuan finally withdrew his hand in relief, stood up abruptly, and said hurriedly, "I...I'll go and see the exit."

He found a reason and ran away in a hurry, and when he reached the entrance of the cave, he remembered Feng Ding who was still under the statue, turned around and walked in a hurry.

Sang Yuan couldn't help but look towards Qi Ning'an, his face was still calm.

Qi Ning'an and him looked at each other, but his face was as usual, but his hands were clenched tightly in his wide sleeves.His back was tense, like a taut bowstring.The warmth left between the fingertips lingered for a long time, and finally waited for the sound of Sang Yuan's footsteps to run away, before he lowered his head and looked at the folded robes in a bit of embarrassment.

Desire, thought was born, he was suddenly a little thankful that the cover of the robe kept him from making a fool of himself in front of Sang Yuan.

This pine tree that once stood on the top of the snow mountain was finally attracted by the red plums in the world, giving birth to worldly delusions.

In the cave, Qi Ning'an closed his eyes and kept silently reciting the Qingxin Sutra in his heart.

After Sang Yuan came out, he found that the original crimson Yongmeng Mountain had faded, and the crimson mountain surface had turned into the earthy brown of ordinary mountains.

The gray sky showed the blue after the clouds disappeared, and the surrounding coldness melted like ice and snow overnight.

This Yongmeng Mountain, which was influenced by Fengjun, died when Fengjun died, and love and hatred turned into a ray of breeze in the mountain, which woke up the original mountain.

In an inconspicuous corner, there are even small grasses breaking through the ground, with small spikes emerging to feel the outside world.

Yu Feichen waited outside for a long time. When he saw Sang Yuan coming out, he couldn't help but look behind him. Only when he didn't see him did he ask in wonder, "Are you alone?"

Sang Yuan gave him a funny look, and found a reason: "Mr. Jian is adjusting his breath, wait a while."

"Oh." Yu Feichen nodded, and pointed to the flying shuttle in the distance, "It's all there, and the people you brought in just now are also put in, except for the Fujun who is unconscious with runes all over his face, everyone else All safe and sound."

Yu Feichen was very efficient, and Sang Yuan gave him a thumbs up: "Amazing!"

Chasing the sun disdained in the sea of ​​consciousness: "You ruined the high-grade spiritual weapon flying shuttle like this, it's simply..."

He babbled a lot, but Yu Feichen pretended he didn't hear it.The lameness of his legs and feet is more obvious here. Seeing Sang Yuan looking over, he couldn't help clamping his legs and said, "When I reach the stage of Mahayana, I will be completely reborn."

Sang Yuan nodded, and instead of brazenly saying that it was the Mahayana period to express his opinion, he responded: "Naturally."

Yu Feichen showed a comfortable smile, and suddenly felt a feeling that although great luck could not work in Yongmeng Mountain, his mood had never been so comfortable as it is now.

Here, there are no such complicated and trivial matters from the outside world, which is not bad.

But he also knows that this is just a thought, he still has to go back, he only needs to stand on top of the crowd to get what he wants.

The two waited for an hour before Qi Ning'an came out.There was nothing unusual about his complexion, but Yu Feichen found that he was looking at Sang Yuan more intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally an inexplicable meaning flashed from the corner of his eyes.

It's a pity that the Sword Lord never expresses his anger easily, and Yu Feichen didn't see any tricks for a while.

On the other hand, Sang Yuan, seeing him always looking at Qi Ning'an, said unhappily, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Don't look at it, don't look at it, if the eyes of the two of them are not right, wouldn't it be easy to deepen the conflict.

On the shuttle, Qi Ning'an turned his back to the two of them, his figure was as straight as a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, his silver hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a fairy.

Yu Feichen felt a little upset, and retorted: "Are you allowed to see it, but not me?"

Sang Yuan was stunned by his brazenness: "Do you like watching him?"

Only then did Yu Feichen realize that he had said something strange, he turned around awkwardly, and angrily sat aside.

Chasing the sun saw the bickering between the two, and he who was in the sea of ​​consciousness did not make a sound, as if tacitly acquiescing to Yu Feichen's occasional "indulgence".

The speed of the shuttle was very fast. After coming out, Yongmengshan seemed to be aware of it, and the opening in the sky just now disappeared without a trace.

All the men who disappeared appeared in Xingfu properly, Sang Yuan watched Yu Feichen deal with them skillfully, and simply followed Qi Ningan back to Xuantianmen when he was bored.

After being out for so long, he just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

Rejecting Tianyanjian's invitation to Yujian, Sang Yuan digs in the storage bag given by the master, trying to find a flying spirit weapon like a flying shuttle.

Standing on the flying sword, Qi Ning'an watched him search left and right for a long time, then released a white bird as if thinking of something.

"Use it." He said flatly.

Sang Yuan took the white bird and immediately recognized it as a crane, and said pleasantly, "Jianjun, why did you bring your bird... ah, your crane came out!"

The white bird flew up and turned around, as if growing against the wind, and in a blink of an eye it grew into a crane taller than him.

"Oh gah."

Sangyuan, it's Meihe.

"Got it." Sang Yuan snorted twice, reached out to touch its feathers, and skillfully fed it a spiritual fruit, "Then please fly lower."

The crane happily ate the spirit root, and rubbed its head against his neck, making him laugh out loud.

Qi Ning'an glanced at the spiritual root overflowing with aura, and only showed a helpless expression when he returned by the crane.

He is the only one who feeds the crane with the top-grade clear spirit fruit. No wonder the crane's feathers become glossy and smooth, and even its spiritual wisdom has improved a lot.

"Go." As soon as his voice fell, the Tianyan sword moved under his feet, turning into a sword light and disappearing into the sky.

......

The first thing Sang Yuan did when he arrived at Zongmen was to go back to his room and sleep without stopping.

After not returning for many days, the white snow deposited on the ground of Yaoguang Peak was thicker than when he left, and there was a creaking sound when he walked on it.

It was quiet everywhere, only the sound of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves and the falling snow. He opened the door, and the red plums on the table not only did not wither because of the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, but the buds that had not yet opened when he was there were all gone. Blooming, some crowded close to each other very lively, as if welcoming him back.

The main body of the wishing tree is still in the basalt shell under the Qinglong Pond, and the branches are full of spiritual energy, lazily covering the entire basalt shell.

Sang Yuan kicked off her shoes, got into the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep in the warm quilt.

Before he closed his eyes, he suddenly remembered, as if Qi Ning'an hadn't come back yet?

It stands to reason that Yu Jian's speed will be faster, it should be because he has something else to do.

In a daze, he barely thought for so long and fell into a deep sleep.Subconsciously, one of his hands held the wrist of the other under the blanket, and a warm blush appeared on his face.

In the mission hall of Xuantianmen, the new steward Zhang Dehai looked at Jianjun in front of him, and said in a surprised tone, "Jianjun, you want to accept the mission sent by your Taoist companion?"

He wondered if he was deaf and misheard.

Qi Ning'an's voice was cold: "No?"

"Of course not." Zhang Dehai recalled the reason why his former steward was dismissed. At that time, he decided that he must pay attention to the affairs of the Sword Lord and Dao Couple.

However, he was a little embarrassed: "Because someone took this task before, unless he voluntarily gives up the task, others will not be able to take it again."

Qi Ning'an knew this rule, and didn't make things difficult for him: "You summon Yu Feichen and ask him."

Zhang Dehai heaved a sigh of relief, and served spiritual tea to make Lord Jian wait for a while. He went to find Yu Feichen's communication method, and after contacting him, he made sure of it before crossing out his name.

Yu Feichen was still in the Xing Mansion, and Yongmeng Mountain was closed. After they came out, many people searched for it in the air.With his paranoid and crazy appearance, many people only thought that he missed a treasure in Yongmeng Mountain.

What they didn't know was that Feng Jun was dead, and there was no one in Yongmeng Mountain who received the induction and opened the exit.

"Excuse me, I will give up this mission." Yu Feichen replied politely. He thought it was Sang Yuan who would withdraw the mission after returning to the sect. After all, he asked Sang Yuan, and neither of them found the Tianwaishi .

After leaving Yongmeng Mountain, Jiuniao in the spirit animal bag came out loudly, saying that it sensed the existence of Phoenix Blood.Yu Feichen knew that he needed the blood of the beast to repair himself, but he didn't expect such good luck.

Sure enough, as soon as he left Yongmeng Mountain, his luck became useful again.

At night in Xingfu, under the cover of darkness, Jiugu flew to find the Feng family with his small body.If Sang Yuan is here, he will understand the fundamental purpose of Jiugu appearing in Xingfu in the book.

Regardless of whether he was injured or not, Jiuniao has always been immune to Fengxue.

Xingfu City changed overnight, and it was not stabilized until the new Fujun took office.

And Sang Yuan, who was in Yaoguang Peak, slept soundly, and didn't know what happened in Xingfu.

After Zhang Dehai confirmed that Yu Feichen had given up the mission, he quickly told Jianjun who was still waiting: "Jianjun, you can take this mission."

Qi Ning'an didn't ask any further questions, he took out a jade box and handed it to Zhang Dehai, very calmly: "This is the Tianwaishi."

"Ah?" Even Zhang Dehai didn't expect things to develop so strangely.

Sword Lord, he really secretly accepted the task issued by the Taoist companion to complete, the key is to use his own points.

He was sure that this was the first mission in the sect's mission hall that ended so quickly.

He took the box with trembling hands, and it was really embarrassing: "Your Taoist partner issued the task, and your points were deducted. Now that you have completed it, the points will belong to you again."

"You don't need to give it to me." Qi Ning'an knew what he meant, but Sang Yuan would definitely find out.

He didn't want it, but Zhang Dehai dared not give it.

After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a compromise, and he tentatively asked: "The sect just bought a batch of magical artifacts from the Qi sect, why don't you go and have a look, Lord Sword? Just use these points."

Fearing that he would refuse, Zhang Dehai immediately added: "Even if you don't need it, it's okay to pick a few good ones for your Taoist companion."

"Yes, there is a flying magic weapon?" He thought for a while and asked, his voice was unhurried, "Don't fly the shuttle."

"Yes!" Zhang Dehai only thought that Sang Yuan didn't like Feishuo, but this time he also read the list of magical artifacts sent by the Qizong, and immediately said, "The best flying magical artifact in it is called Feitianling. The hairband not only has the function of flying, but also the defense function is superb. Zongmen points 100 million."

He quietly glanced at Jianjun, and quoted the price with some hesitation.

Then, he saw that Jian Jun didn't even move his eyebrows, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Yes."

Zhang Dehai immediately responded with a smile on his face, and said that he would definitely send it to Jian Jun as soon as possible.

Qi Ningan left satisfied.

Zhang Dehai immediately contacted his junior brother, Zhang Xingzhi, who is currently in charge of the purchase of the sect's magic weapon, and the two have a very good relationship. When he heard that it was Jianjun's request, he quickly reported to the master, and after getting permission, he directly attributed Fei Tianling to Jianjun's property.

Not to mention the relationship between Sword Lord and the head of the sect, but with his status in the sect, it would be difficult for them to sell well on weekdays.

Therefore, when Yi Rou knew about Fei Tianling and came to Zhang Xing enthusiastically, he frankly informed the ownership of the magical artifact and stated that it had been sent to Yaoguang Peak.

Yi Rou immediately fell on her back in anger, she wouldn't deliberately find fault with Zhang Xingzhi, but thought of something different.

When Sang Yuan received her summons, she was really confused.