Xianjun, please calm down

Venerable Biyun looked back at Da Zhuang, waved his hand and flashed a few sword lights, the iron chains on Da Zhuang's hands and feet fell in response, Da Zhuang fell to the ground, and immediately crawled over with all four limbs, trembling for the first time He put his finger on the nose of his own fairy, and after a long time, he still didn't wait for even a trace of breath. He lowered his hand dejectedly, knelt in front of Yu Changqing, and slowly moved closer until it touched the tip of his forehead and nose. Touching, a string of tears silently dripped down the chin.

Venerable Biyun's eyes were pained, he stood up slowly, went outside, and sent a message talisman to Master Qingyang.

[The cold sun is falling, come quickly. 】

Da Zhuang gently kissed the corner of Yu Changqing's cool lips, put his forehead on his own fairy's shoulder, and murmured: "You clearly said that when we win and return to the sect, you will allow me once, Does that count? You liar..."

"You've become so ugly now, and I'm the only one who won't dislike you. Why don't you hurry up and hug me?"

"Xianjun, you can't treat me like this..."

When Venerable Biyun turned around and came back, he found that Da Zhuang hadn't moved. He was startled, and checked quickly, only to find that he just fainted before he was slightly relieved. If something happened to Ji Xia, Han Yang would die Nor can there be peace.

He gently put his big head on Yu Changqing's lap, and put his two fingers on Yu Changqing's forehead, trying to draw out his soul. Being able to stabilize the primordial spirit is a way out, even if it is concentrating the spirit and cultivating ghosts.

However, what surprised him was that he searched all over Yu Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness, but he couldn't find his primordial spirit.

He couldn't believe that his nephew was already in the Mahayana realm. Even if the primordial spirit would be damaged by the explosion of the magic breath, it shouldn't be impossible to keep it, but he checked it countless times, and the fact before him was that Yu Changqing's Yuanshen is gone.

When Master Qingyang arrived stumblingly, the first sentence he heard was: "Qingyang, Hanyang's primordial spirit is gone."

Gui Yuanzong

In the Hall of Eternal Life, the natal jade tablet belonging to Yu Changqing suddenly cracked countless cracks, and broke with a "pop".

The elder guarding the hall suddenly opened his eyes, stepped forward a few strides, picked up the fragments of the jade plaque with trembling hands, and kept muttering: "Impossible...how is it possible...this is impossible..."

He sat down on the ground with those fragments in his hands, and said in a low voice, "My sect's Zhenshan jade..."

The demon clan was defeated, and the Qianyuan Continent was full of joy. Only Guiyuanzong, who had won the highest honor, fell into grief, because their Zhenshan Jade fell.

In front of the mountain gate of Guiyuanzong, a big and strong man in green clothes and black hair, with an ice pearl hanging between his brows, holding his immortal monarch across his arms, standing at the bottom of Guiyuan's questioning heart ladder, looking up at the end of the ladder, with a vision in his eyes. Dead silence.

Yu Changqing had already been put on a clean white robe, his long snow-white hair was half rolled up, and the long white headband was hanging down. His beloved hairpin with flying phoenix and red eyes was inserted in his hair, and it hung on his waist. On that piece of snowflake jade pendant, the azure tassel fluttered gently with the breeze.

Daoist Qingyang and Venerable Biyun stood behind him with condensed faces, and the elders of Cultivation Valley who went to battle stood behind them, and behind them were the elders of the various peaks in the sect and the disciples who followed the battle.

Da Zhuang stared at the long ladder of heart-questioning, and seemed to be able to see that when Xiaoyue came back from his adventure in the secret realm, his fairy king held his hand and climbed up the steps step by step, telling the origin of the ladder of heart-asking in a gentle voice.

Xianjun said: "When Master brought me into the sect, I walked the [-]-step ladder of questioning the heart. Now that you and I are going to join the membership, you can walk the ladder of asking the heart together with me."

He was full of joy at that time, holding Xianjun's hand tightly, and stepped up to the top without any hindrance, without even encountering a trace of illusion. He remembered saying at that time: "I want you most, and you are right here in my heart." For this Wenxin Ladder, I have no desires or desires, and of course I can’t see anything.”

He said: "I have already got what I want most. What a happy thing this is. No one in this world is happier than me. The happiest person is on the heart ladder, and the only thing that can be magnified is happiness."

His fairy once said before going to war, "Even if I die in ashes, my soul will always be with you." Now his fairy is still in his arms, and he always firmly believes that the fairy's soul will not go far. As long as Xianjun is still there, he will still be the happiest person in the world.

He looked down at Yu Changqing who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and said softly: "Xianjun, we have returned to the sect, I will take you, let's walk the heart-stirring ladder again."

He raised his head, straightened his back, and stepped up the first step.

He walked very slowly, step by step, heavy and steady, the mountain wind lifted Yu Changqing's white robe, intertwined with the big and strong green shirt, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.

He walked in front, Master Qingyang and others walked silently behind, walked up the heart-questioning ladder one by one, followed among the last disciples, there would be one or two uncontrollable sobs from time to time.

One thousand three hundred steps, Da Zhuang walked for a long time, when he finally reached the top, the dull alarm bell in the sect rang, and a deafening roar sounded in front: "Welcome Elder Hanyang back to the sect! "

"Welcome Elder Hanyang back to the sect!"

"Welcome Elder Hanyang back to the sect!"

Looking around, he saw the left-behind disciples of this sect lined up in two rows in front of the heart-asking ladder, all of them were wearing pure white sword robes, their eyes were red, and their faces were tear-stained, shouting hoarsely: "Welcome, Elder Hanyang, return to the sect!"

Two lines of hot tears fell silently from Da Zhuang's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Xianjun, did you hear that? We're going home."

Holding Yu Changqing in his arms, he walked slowly among the disciples amidst roars of "Welcome Elder Hanyang back to the sect", and silently stepped onto the Qingyu Peak that belonged to them.

He walked into their cave, pushed open the door of a stone room, and placed his fairy on the cold jade bed inside.

Xianjun once said that the cold jade bed was specially found for him by his master to help him practice. In order to accommodate himself, Xianjun moved the cold jade bed out of the bedroom and put it in the stone room next to him for his usual practice. For practice, and the stone room where they lived was replaced with a warm and comfortable Babu bed. This is the silent gentleness of the fairy, how can people resist?

Venerable Biyun said that Xianjun's primordial spirit is gone. They speculate that it is because Xianjun is the most pure and pure cold-spirited spirit body in the world, and cannot tolerate any filth. Under this kind of intense conflict, the explosion was more violent, so that it destroyed the soul of Xianjun.

But Da Zhuang always felt that Xianjun was by his side, even on his body, and never left.

Da Zhuang tidied up the robes of his own fairy, straightened out his long hair, looked at it carefully, and said softly: "Don't worry, I was talking nonsense before, you are still very good-looking, no one is more beautiful than you gone."