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Looking down at Xiaoxuanzi, a warm emotion surged into Wei Qing's heart. It was this soft little thing, who blocked slaps, fists, ice blows, and even dared to block the catastrophe for himself.

"You're promising, huh?" Wei Qing squeezed Xiao Xuanzi's face, "From now on, without my order, you are not allowed to do dangerous things again, recognize your own identity, I am the father, understand?"

Xiao Xuanzi glanced at Wei Qing with his characteristic resentful eyes, leaned on his lap, and changed his sitting posture.

Good guy, did eating the leaves of Yue Lark open up Ren and Du's two veins?Why is it getting more and more enchanting.

Wei Qing quickly moved Xiaoxuanzi's head like pulling wool, then took out the bamboo weave, pressed it to his lips and started blowing.

Wei Qing played this song "Drunken Country Spring" countless times, and his skills have long been perfected.

The melody is lingering, like weeping, and he gradually indulges in it, closing his eyes and letting the melody lead him into the world of fantasy.

The world where that person is alive.

But at this moment in Ziyunzong, Meng Xuanzhen opened his eyes suddenly, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, he said pleasantly: "It's done."

In front of him was a purple aura, and a strange magical artifact was suspended in the air. The purple aura scattered from the magical artifact, gurgled down, and gathered in a jade coffin below.

In the jade coffin, a pure white phantom gradually condensed out of his fleshy body. His black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were closed tightly, and his handsome face showed a majesty that cannot be desecrated. shine.

"The suzerain...the suzerain is really alive." Luo Baihua, who was standing beside the jade coffin, knelt down and wept with joy.

Meng Xuanzhen breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a hoarse voice: "Now, it can't be regarded as a great success. The suzerain's cultivation base has not yet fully recovered, and he needs to retreat for three years. During these three years, nothing can go wrong, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted."

Luo Baihua was still immersed in joy: "What's the problem? We have kept it a secret for the past three years. Everyone in the world thinks that the suzerain is gone, and no one will trouble the suzerain."

Meng Xuanzhen frowned and said: "Because the suzerain's immortal soul was forcibly recalled by Bliss Fantasy Sky Fuchen, it was preserved, but his self-defeating soul has never been able to be recalled.

What worries me is that when the Absolute Immortal Formation was broken, the remnant souls had already perished within the formation.In this way, during the three-year retreat period, I don't know if the suzerain will go crazy. "

Luo Baihua stood up at this time and said: "Vice suzerain, you are worrying too much. Didn't you say that without a soul, you will lose your memory? The suzerain became mad because of the magic dragon. Now that the magic dragon is gone, we only need to look at the memory of the suzerain. By completely erasing the memory of these 12 years, he will be able to eliminate future troubles forever and allow him to rebuild the way of heaven."

Meng Xuanzhen thought for a while and said: "Master Luo is right. I was in the same sect with the suzerain, so I should help him. Although I am not as good as the suzerain taught by my teacher back then, I can erase the remnant soul. With 12 years of memory, I believe it can still be done.”

Luo Baihua bowed and saluted: "Then I will be the deputy suzerain, but there is one more thing. The Zeyunju where the magic dragon lived before, the fairy mountain and the water, and the Ruizhi Tianbao are extremely extravagant and costly. I think the suzerain wakes up. I don’t want to see it either. Can it be dismantled in exchange for the magic weapon and panacea distributed to disciples in the sect?”

Meng Xuanzhen nodded and said: "Hundred Flowers, the Ziyun Sect has you, the Sect Master should be pleased."

In Black Marsh Dragon Village, thousands of miles away from Ziyunzong, Wei Qing's song is about to end.

At this time, the Heijiao who was guarding the door poked his head over, and there were three floors inside and three floors outside, and the nearby dragon clan gathered.

After playing the song, Wei Qing opened his eyes, and saw Xiao Xuanzi stood up for some reason, looking at him with bewildered eyes, his expression fascinated.

Wei Qing tapped Xiao Xuanzi's forehead lightly with a bamboo weave: "Satisfied?"

Xiao Xuanzi was stunned for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, but frowned slightly.

At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from above his head: "Hey, little brother Wei, is it you?"

Wei Qing looked up and saw that it was Captain An Feng.

It turned out that he was An Canrong's father.

"Captain An, just call me Xiaowei."

Now that Wei Qing is no longer a prisoner, An Feng warmly invites him to his house as a guest.

Little Xuanzi didn't eat, and wrapped around Wei Qing's ankle.

The food of the Dragon Clan is nothing more than barbecue, fruit sour wine, the most common and cheapest food on the market, which does not suit Wei Qing's appetite.But An Feng invited him to join in the fun.

But this time, An Canrong's family finally had some different food.

As the captain of the [-]th team, An Feng has been stationed outside all year round. This time he finally returned home, and because of the Donghuang Festival, he specially brought home two bags of Lingmi noodles for his wife and children.

Wei Qing looked at the things he was tired of eating in the Purple Cloud Sect, but they were treated like treasures in the Dragon Clan. The ichthyosaur cub, An Canrong, grabbed the spirit buns and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, shaking his head and tail after eating.

An Feng felt distressed and angry at the same time, while scolding him for not knowing how to treat guests, he took a pot from him and put it in front of Wei Qing.

Wei Qing smiled and pushed the bun back: "Rongrong is still growing, let him eat."

"By the way, Captain An, have you asked about the other teams?" Wei Qing took a sip of sour wine and quickly changed the subject.

The sour wine was so bad, he clicked his tongue secretly.

An Feng swallowed the barbecue in his mouth: "A few teams were ambushed on the road. But I asked, it was just some accidental incident. After all, I didn't see Zhenlongsuo, it didn't hurt my life, it's no big deal .”

"That's good..." Wei Qing was thinking about Lu Fan. He didn't know if he was dead. When he could go up, he had to find him as soon as possible, and he must not be allowed to live in this world.

An Feng glanced at Wei Qing, filled his wine, and poured himself another glass: "By the way, little brother Wei, who did you learn that song you played just now? Is it Master An Zechuan? "

"Um……"

Wei Qing responded indiscriminately, wondering why An Feng asked this?When Mo Xuanfang taught himself the tune, he didn't say who composed it, it was probably a popular folk song.

An Feng sighed: "As soon as I heard this song, I remembered the scenery back then. I was lucky enough to listen to Long Jun playing a song at that time. It has been so many years, and I haven't heard it for a long time. Brother Wei, thank you, come , let's toast." He said and put the wine glass in front of Wei Qing.

Wei Qing was taken aback, reluctantly had a drink with him, and pretended to be casual and asked: "Captain An, no way, is it possible that no one has played this piece except you, Mr. Long?"

"We dragon people are all big and rough, few of them know this." An Feng shook his head and smiled, "This piece of music can only be composed by Mr. Long, and it is really wonderful for him to play it himself. Hey, It's still good."

He looked around at the simple burrow, the dim light, his wife's haggard face, and the spiritual bread in An Canrong's hand.

Wei Qing was shocked in his heart, he never thought that this song "Drunken Country Spring" was written by the previous generation Long Jun, he and Mo Xuanfang were obviously deadly enemies, why did it pass to Mo Xuanfang?

"Little Wei..."

Unexpectedly, the little red dragon Anrui poked his head in from the hole in An Feng's house, "Why are you still drinking here? Mr. Gu said that you are lazy and don't go to work, and you will be punished."

Oops, how could I forget about this.

Wei Qing bid farewell to An Feng's family in a hurry, and followed An Rui to the Yunhai wooden house.

When he entered the door, He Jiyou had already woken up and was sitting on the bed drinking medicine.

When the brothers and sisters met each other, their eyes turned red instantly.

"Brother He, are you okay?"

In front of Gu Xifei, Wei Qing could not mention Ying Luo.There was only a trembling greeting after desperately suppressing it.

He Jiyou gave a "hmm", lowered his head and picked up the medicine bowl, letting tears slip quietly into the bowl.

"By the way, this is the Dragon Clan. They all know that you are a friend of Mr. An Zechuan, so you don't have to restrain yourself."

After a while, Wei Qing came to his senses, and hinted to He Jiyou while talking.

He Jiyou knew it well, nodded and said: "Then I will thank all the friends of the Dragon Clan."

"You Daoist He, you are welcome. I will charge you for healing and drinking medicine here." Gu Xifei walked over and took the empty bowl from He Jiyou's hand, and handed it back to Wei Qing, "Take it for washing."

Slender fingers held He Jiyou's lips in the air, the blood hole on his lower lip was shocking, Gu Xifei injected some green elixir for him, He Jiyou fell down and fell asleep again.

"What else should I do?" Wei Qing washed the dishes indiscriminately, seeing Gu Xifei busy in front of several big pots.

An Rui was going to guard the bronze gate, so he left long ago. The room was very quiet, only the rattling of Gu Xifei's chains, mixed with the gurgling sound of the pot.

Gu Xifei said gently, "Sit down. If injured people come later, you can help them drink the medicine and bandage their wounds."

Wei Qing frowned: "Just give them the elixir, why is it so troublesome?"

Gu Xifei turned around and looked at Wei Qing: "Doesn't alchemy require spirit stones? There is no such requirement, and only those who are seriously injured and dying are eligible to take pills."

He turned around, grabbed a handful of herbs that Wei Qing had never seen before, and threw them into the pot, "Why don't you donate some spirit stones? This will save everyone trouble."

"I am poor and have nothing." Wei Qing flatly refused.

He heard Gu Xifei chuckle softly.

After a while, Gu Xifei said again: "There is a ratball contest on the Eastern Emperor's Day, do you want to participate? Just bet on the eleventh team. I bet on the eleventh team. If they win, I will share the money with you."

"Not interested..." Wei Qing said, "Besides, I'm not capable either."

A pure white jade hand was stretched out in front of Wei Qing, in the palm of which was a bright red pill.

"Eat it..." Gu Xifei said.

Wei Qing raised his head suspiciously.

Gu Xifei looked at him seriously, his eyes were gentle and calm: "This is a panacea that has been soaked in boundless water, and it can benefit the weak period after the tribulation."

Wei Qing pursed his lips, took the panacea calmly, and ate it.

A trace of surprise flashed in Gu Xifei's eyes: "You have nothing to say to me?"

"You said it's a good thing, and fools don't eat it." Wei Qing looked up at him, "There's no charge, right? But I've eaten everything, and if I want to charge, it's too late."

"So you are real, you just survived the catastrophe?"

"No..." Wei Qing was categorical, "I just want to win the mouse ball game and share the betting money with you equally."