flapping wings

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside, Qi Ping only felt his whole body was sore and weak, he was very tired, and the pain in his abdomen was coming and going, not as intense as when he first woke up.

His eyes searched around the room, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see. He stood up and was about to get out of bed when the door creaked and opened from the outside.

Looking at each other, Qi Ping couldn't help being startled. The always decent and elegant Mu Xiaoque allowed herself to wander outside with disheveled hair, unshaven beard and sunken eyes.

I saw Mu Xiaoque's back suddenly straightened, and a moment later, the majestic leader of Ye Que ran over almost with his hands and feet, and threw him into the quilt.

Then he said in a bit of confusion: "I miss you so much, no, no, I don't really miss you, just a little bit."

Qi Ping pursed his mouth, tears almost didn't come out, after a while, he touched his face that was sore from scratching, sniffed at Mu Xiaoque's neck, and couldn't help but teased, "You can't leave me for a day now. Don't you shave your beard, don't take a bath, did you eat and drink your medicine properly today?"

He didn't hear the answer, Qi Ping turned his head to look over, and saw that Mu Xiaoque had already fallen asleep lying on top of him.

The mouse rushed in with a bowl of porridge, tears almost filled his eyes, "Thank God, my little ancestor Qi, you are awake."

"Didn't I wake up?" Qi Ping ran his fingers through Mu Xiaoque's tangled hair, and finally found something wrong.

He raised his left hand, only to see that the jade wrench on the thumb had long since disappeared, replaced by a silver ring worn on the middle finger.

If you look closely, you can see the word "Ping" engraved in various fonts on it, and the carving is extremely delicate.

He took off the ring and moved it to his ring finger, frowning and wondering: "How many days have I slept?"

"For three whole days," the mouse put the porridge on the coffee table, and moved Mu Xiaoque's legs to place him on the bed.

"In the middle of the night, you suddenly developed a fever. We were busy until dawn, and all the doctors in Yunhe City invited all the doctors. Although your condition was stabilized, you just couldn't wake up.

The commander has been looking after you non-stop for the past few days, and he never closed his eyes. In fact, we all felt that you would not wake up, but no one dared to touch his brow. "

The mouse helped Qi Ping up, handed the porridge bowl to him, and patted his shoulder heavily: "Now, you stay here honestly, drink some porridge, I'll go to the doctor, don't sleep, sleep again In the past, our commander probably had to go ahead of you."

"Bah, bah, bah," Qi Ping yelled at the mouse a few times, put down the bowl and shook his hand to rest on the veins of the sparrow, and after a while, he went over to rub it with peace of mind.

Kissing from the top of his head all the way to his chin, he rested his head on Mu Xiaoque's neck, and tears suddenly dripped down his chin on the quilt.

A few seconds later, a slightly trembling voice sounded, "Que'er, since you can't give me a future, then I beg you not to be so nice to me, okay? My heart really hurts."

When the mouse heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but pause, shook his head and closed the door with a sigh, feeling a little sad in his heart.

In the middle of the night, when he was fast asleep, Qi Ping suddenly felt someone pushing him.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a face that was even more confused than himself. Mu Xiaoque poked his face with his finger, then pinched it again: "It's hot, are you real?"

"If it's not real, can it be fake?" Qi Ping yawned, shrank into Mu Xiaoque's arms, pinched his face and teased: "Que'er, you smell like a tough guy now."

Mu Xiaoque sniffed, couldn't help frowning, pushed Qi Ping away and sat up on the bed, "Why do you smell so bad?"

Qi Ping took a look at Mu Xiaoque, who was thrown in the beggars' heap and was not at all disobedient, and finally found the problem. This person is not so much awake, it is better to say that he is half asleep.

He waved his hands: "Smelly, you have to hug me too, come and sleep, and we will solve the problem of who is stinky tomorrow morning."

Mu Xiaoque's arms were tightly wrapped around Qi Ping's back, her body trembled suddenly, and she said in horror: "What if Xiaoqi has a fever again? I shouldn't have fallen asleep."

"I'm Xiao Qi," Qi Ping said with a wooden beard on his forehead, "Idiot, I'm here."

"But you stink, my Xiao Qi smells good," Mu Xiaoque frowned and pushed Qi Ping away, "Stay away from me, it stinks to death."

"I'll hug you," Qi Ping stretched out his arms, and put them under Mu Xiaoque's head, letting his nose point to his neck, "Does it still stink this time?"

"It doesn't stink anymore, it smells good," Qi Ping nodded in satisfaction, patted Mu Xiaoque's head and coaxed, "Go to sleep, I can see your little Qi when I wake up tomorrow morning."

Pickled with a stinky cucumber all night, early the next morning, Mu Xiaoque obviously didn't remember what happened last night, she frowned and asked in doubt, "I scrub you every day, why are you so stinky?"

Qi Ping rolled his eyes, ran out of bed and stood beside the bed holding the bronze mirror.

Mu Xiaoque glanced at it leisurely, and the next moment he put the quilt over his face, and said sullenly: "Go and order someone to boil water, this room is temporarily forbidden for others to enter."

The wet hair was wrapped in a cloth towel by Qi Ping, the two chatted about the details of the fight that day, Mu Xiaoque went to the mirror to take a picture while putting on her clothes, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly pushed the door open and patted her chest excitedly: "Commander, Duan Qingyin's mother has been found!"

Turning around and looking at Qi Ping who was brushing his hair, they nodded in tacit agreement, and Mu Xiaoque ordered: "Take her somewhere else to protect her, be careful, and don't say anything."

In the afternoon, the two of them returned to Zhou's house and burned incense sticks in the mourning hall. Hua Buluo chased them and ran out of it: "Seeing that your footsteps are sloppy, are you injured? No wonder you have been missing for so long."

Qi Ping nodded, took Hua Buluo to a distance, and glanced at the other people guarding the mourning hall out of the corner of his eyes: "Why are there no Xuanxiu faction inside?"

"Isn't it because of that little treasure?" Hua Buluo looked at the gloomy sky, "Too many people died from each faction, and with a heavy heart, I blamed the incident on the Xuanxiu faction, saying that they harbored evil intentions and deliberately Bad, now Xiaobao is gone again, this matter is even more unclear, the coffin was almost smashed."

"The rumors from the days when you were in a coma," Mu Xiaoque explained, "I was in a daze at the time. I didn't expect it to be so serious, and I didn't hear any rumors after that."

"Actually, nothing major happened." Hua Buluo led them towards the west wing and said, "Later, Fang Jianzhi went to Zhou Mingde to help suppress his remarks. After all, he is a local snake, so his words still carry some weight, by the way. , In the past few days, good news came out that the ugly camel was seriously injured and died."

"I don't even know about such a big thing," Qi Ping was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell off, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiaoque, whose eyes were slightly drooping and the tips of his ears were red, his heart was filled with joy and sourness.

He leaned close to Mu Xiaoque's ear and moved his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, and said to himself, "Que'er, I will always love you, forever means forever, no, there is no time limit forever. "

Mu Xiaoque obviously thought that Qi Ping was deliberately making trouble with him again, she tilted her head to avoid it, and admitted reluctantly: "These few days, it's not that important, I just passed it in my ears."

When they arrived at the West Chamber, the disciples of the Xuanxiu Sect were indeed nestled inside, and they were wandering around in the corridor with bored expressions on their faces.

Seeing the three people coming in, they all stood still, leaning on the railing and looking towards the door, with some expectation in their eyes, a disciple cautiously said: "Xiaobao is a bad guy, right?"

"We don't know much more about Xiaobao than everyone else," Qi Ping raised his head and swept across these immature and stubborn faces.

Thinking back to the day when I first met Xiao Bao, the other party was also like this, with a pure heart in his chest, fresh and fearless.

But in the end, it has long been difficult to tell what is true and what is false.

Qi Ping bowed to these disciples, and said a little weakly: "I'm sorry, we still have some things to deal with now. If anyone wants to know about Qingyin Pavilion, Xiaobao or that ghost, you can come to us alone at night talk."

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In the evening, Qi Ping was sitting at the table eating, when the door was knocked from outside, he put down his chopsticks to rinse his mouth, and said: "Please come in."

A Xuanxiu sect disciple opened the door and looked around. Under Qi Ping's questioning eyes, he walked in with a straight face and asked straight to the point: "Is Xiaobao a bad guy?"

"Sit down, what are you doing so nervous?" Qi Ping smiled, poured a cup of tea and put it on the side of the table, remembering that this disciple's name was Hao Miao, he wondered, "Hao Miao, why are you here alone?"

"They all say that Xiaobao is a bad person." Hao Miao sat at the table awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers and said in a low voice, "But I don't believe it."

"Actually, your brothers and sisters don't believe it either." Qi Ping looked directly into Hao Miao's eyes. "If you really believe it, why bother chasing others for a definite answer? Only when you don't believe it will you have doubts."

"Do you believe it?" Hao Miao took a sip of water from the teacup, moistened his throat, and asked persistently, "Is he a bad guy?"

Qi Ping didn't answer directly, but talked about their experiences along the way vividly.

When he heard the part in the mountain, Hao Miao's eyes couldn't help flickering, and finally he couldn't help but ask: "Why did the wolf chase you, what happened to those vines that caught you? You actually met a ghost mother-in-law? Did you kill her?"

"The fragrance from that woman's body is a lure to lure wolves," Qi Ping began to answer the questions he deliberately left when he told the story.

"There are also those tree vines, which are actually transformed by people. It's just that the phantom formation superimposed the killing formation at that time, which changed the result seen by the eyes. Do you still remember the day when the magic way besieged and suppressed Qingyin Pavilion?"

"Ah! That terrible vision!"

Qi Ping nodded and continued: "The Qingyin Pavilion was burned that day. I suspect that the smoke is the same thing as the fog we encountered in the mountains, and it will induce hallucinations. The nemesis of this substance is water. As for Ghost mother-in-law, she has already blew herself up."

"Wow!" Hao Miao's eyes showed a trace of envy: "It's so handsome, have you experienced all these little treasures?"

"Little Treasure is riding a wild boar to rescue us." Qi Ping smiled when he thought of Xiaobao riding a wild boar through the crowd.

He also said: "In those few days we were very bitter on the mountain, eating raw meat and drinking hot blood. Later, after Xiaobao and I went down the mountain, we couldn't help but gobble up every time we ate. Brother Mu was sandwiched between us. Want to beat us up."

Hao Miao laughed, scanned the room in a relaxed manner, let out a sigh, and asked, "Where's Brother Mu? When did you leave? Was he there when I came in just now?"

"He received the information temporarily, so he left first," Qi Ping drooled, his long eyelashes covering the expression in his eyes.

It took him a while to put down the teacup, and he paused for a while, but the eagerness in his eyes still betrayed his current thoughts.

In the end, he waved his hands to cover his mouth mysteriously and proudly said: "We have received information that we found Duan Qingyin's mother in the Yin Temple outside the city."

"what?"

Qi Ping shook his head in horror, hissed with his fingers up, and glanced at the door and window, "Be quiet, my ancestor, if Brother Mu knew that I said it, he had to skin me."

Hao Miao's hand holding the teacup was shaken by him, and he asked angrily, "What's going on?"

Qi Ping suppressed his voice and explained: "A few days before the accident, we visited the Qingyin Pavilion and knew that this Qingyin has an old mother.

Then they kept sending people to look for it, intending to coerce her into revealing the ghost behind her, but before she could find it, Mo Dao attacked first. "

After he finished speaking, he patted Hao Miao and warned: "Don't tell anyone about this, not even your senior brother."

When Hao Miao heard this, he was obviously anxious, "Why can't even my senior brother tell me?"

Qi Ping said with a serious expression: "This is the first move we have managed to grasp.

That ghost has been hiding by our side, and one more person who knows will be more dangerous. If you want to know why Xiaobao betrayed us earlier, you should completely rot it in your stomach, understand? "

"Understood, understood," Hao Miao covered his mouth, "I will never mention it to anyone, including my senior brother, then you should stop talking to others."

Qi Ping patted his mouth in shame: "I got carried away for a while, from now on we don't say anything, just wait for Brother Mu's orders."

In the early morning, Qi Ping sent the last person away, turned off the lights, lay down on the bed with a hoarse voice and closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

On the second day, before dawn, he hurriedly put on his clothes, opened the door and rushed out, just in time to bump into Murong Jin who was about to go out for morning exercises.

Qi Ping bowed his head and apologized repeatedly, but he didn't even look at who it was, and was about to run away with his clothes on. Murong Jin stopped him curiously: "Brother Qi, what are you going to do in such a hurry?"

"Brother Murong is you," Qi Ping shaved his hair casually, waved his fist excitedly, happily like an ignorant child.

He leaned close to Murong Jin's ear and whispered: "Que'er finally found Duan Qingyin's mother."

"Ah, where?"

"In Guluo village outside the city," Qi Ping ran away, ran a few steps and then suddenly turned back: "Hey, hey, don't tell anyone, Que'er won't let me tell anyone, and neither can your senior brother. Otherwise, I will be beaten again."

"Okay, okay," Murong Jin nodded and said, "Call me if you need help."

"Okay," Qi Ping stomped on his shoes and ran downstairs. After a while, he completely disappeared.