[Zhuxian Qingyunzhi] Please be safe

On the day when the ghost king chose to have a decisive battle with Qingyun Mountain, the weather was fine, and the rising sun was like broken gold, paving the vast and boundless land of the world with a layer of solemn brilliance, and it seemed to be an advance arrangement for the coming bloody color. Lower the canvas.

The Ghost King stood at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, with Qinglong and Mengji behind him. The Changshengtang without Yuyangzi was gone, but as one of the four major sects, it still had a strong fighting power.The Poison God and the Ghost King stood side by side, Qin Wuyan and Bai Duzi were one step behind and stood beside him.

"Brother, you must have been looking forward to this battle of Qingyun for a long time."

The ghost king smiled slightly: "Brother must have been waiting for this day for a long time, but it's a pity that Yuyangzi has passed away, otherwise, the three of us could reproduce the grand occasion of the year."

Poison God said: "It's too early to say grand occasion, my brother is too impatient."

The ghost king became conceited, and said proudly: "A dark chess hidden in the Qingyun that I teach has successfully damaged Daoxuan, and the Zhuxian sword is in the Huanyue Cave, and there are only two guards. I have already asked Bi Yao and You Ji to steal the Zhuxian sword. Sword, once the Zhuxian sword is in hand, why should Qingyun be afraid?"

The Poison God is not as optimistic as he is. He looks at the peaks of Qingyun Mountain, he has always been deeply scheming, and suddenly there is a trace of melancholy falling into memory on his invisible face. Xuan, there is another person who is also a serious concern. If he is in charge of the Zhuxian Sword, how can Bi Yao and You Ji, two women, steal the Zhuxian Sword from him?

You Ji...

How will you feel when you see him again.

Next, the ghost king lined up his troops and invaded on a large scale. Jin Ping'er and Qinglong led some disciples as the vanguard. , planning to cross the Hongqiao from Tongtian Peak and go straight to Qingyun Yuqing Palace!

This battle seems to coincide strangely with the great battle more than a hundred years ago. At the foot of Qingyun Mountain at that time, they fought against the three major parties of Zhengdao, but they were defeated miserably. Individuals, unexpectedly divided into five groups, broke into the temple of the Demon Cult, and knocked the surviving disciples who were already panicked even more, and they all lost their fighting spirit.

One of them, You Qi, was extremely talented and brilliant, holding a dragon-slaying sword as blue as autumn water, unstoppable.

You Ji recalled up to this point, and suddenly there was endless sadness in her heart. It was this person, him, who left an indelible mark in her heart at that time. How could he, who is so gorgeous, suffer from all kinds of pain after this?

Passionate is always more bitter than ruthless.

On the Hongqiao, she saw the heartless man again.

Wan Jianyi has gray hair, but she is still the same as before.

It seems that she is still the same as she was back then, but he has already wiped out the poetic and picturesque charm of the past just like his thousands of hairs covered with snow.

And he, like every time in these years, refused to live together with her and left Qingyun.

You Ji clenched the long whip tightly in her hand, knowing that this battle was inevitable.

On the other side, at the entrance of Huanyue Cave Mansion, Zhang Xiaofan stood quietly holding on to the fire stick.

He vaguely heard the crisp golden bell, and knew that it was Baguio who came, but he was not as happy as when he saw her in the past, the scene he saw in the full moon well that day made it difficult for him to sleep peacefully. Not trusting him, and the truth of the tragedy in Caomiao Village exhausted him physically and mentally.

Baguio appeared in front of his eyes, with a slim, bright and moving figure.

But Zhang Xiaofan was unmoved, he made up his mind and told Bi Yao that they cannot be together, but he hoped that she would live happily ever after.

Baguio looked at him in disbelief, wanting to question him, but after seeing the determination and restraint in his eyes, she felt only pain in her heart. Enduring the tears that were about to burst into her eyes, she raised her hand, and the white light of the sad flower slowed down. Slowly illuminate the haze in her heart.

"In that case, let's do it."

***

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Chen Xiang looked up at the emerald mountains of the Qingyun Mountains, and the flying birds in the dense forest seemed to indicate the killing and commotion on Qingyun Mountain.

But she knew that the Ghost King still lost the first attack.

After all, Qingyun has thousands of years of experience, there is no Daoxuan's Qingyunmen, there are other masters from all peaks, there are Zhang Xiaofan and the others to guard to the death, Tian Buyi even broke the boat, and did not hesitate to blow up Hongqiao to cut off the way of the Demon Sect, and no matter how the Ghost King plans and arranges, The sects of the Devil's Cult are also scattered like sand, the poison god has ghosts in his heart, Meng Ji has other plans, and even Jin Ping'er has never stood with the ghost king.

It is almost impossible for the ghost king to win in one battle.

When the setting sun was like blood, the sects of the Devil's Cult had retreated one after another.

Although Chen Xiangchen guessed that the Qingyun Sect was also severely injured this time, but looking at the disabled people of the Ghost King Sect, he felt vaguely uncomfortable. Although these disciples of the Ghost King Sect could not be named, many of them were familiar faces. Some people were covered in blood and survived, while others never came back.

In her agitated mood, she couldn't help following the person in charge of taking care of the wounded to help, but when she took a clean cloth and golden sore medicine to apply medicine to a person with a terrible bloody wound on his arm, she found that This person turned out to be Meng Ji.

Her original forward movement immediately paused.

Meng Ji raised his eyes and saw that it was her, without saying a word, he took the medicine and cloth from her hand without mercy, bit off the medicine plug, and poured a full amount of medicine directly into the wound on his arm.

Chen Xiangchen frowned because of his rough movements.

Meng Ji said: "It's just a little injury, I can't die."

Chen Xiangchen felt that he might have misunderstood something, so he stood up and said nonchalantly: "Save the medicine, others need it." After speaking, he turned and left.

Meng Ji ignored her indifference, his eyes turned around among the wounded disciples around him, his face darkened, he raised his head and looked not far away, the God of Poison and his other direct disciple Bai Duzi had just retired from Qingyun Shan, although it seems that there is no serious problem, but the other ordinary disciples of the Wandu Sect are not so lucky.

He couldn't help but ponder, the Ghost King Sect claimed to have the chance to win, but it still ended up in such a desperate situation, and the young master of the Ghost King Sect, as well as Jin Ping'er from the Hehuan Sect, were all entangled with the disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Can't help snorting coldly, this ghost king's house is really not a good thing, it seems that whether the ghost king's house is still a good place for him to recuperate in Changsheng hall is still open to debate.

Then only the Wandu Sect is left, but among the Wandu Sect... there is Qin Wuyan who is in the way...

***

After Chen Xiangchen helped all the wounded to settle down, it was already night, she knew that the ghost king would attack Qingyun again soon, and this time, there would be a more painful price, so this group of wounded soldiers, especially those who were only slightly injured The one who was hurt, was afraid that he would suffer again, so he didn't dare to neglect at all.

Her back was sore and she walked to the room.

However, before she entered the room, she saw that there was already a candle in the room, and a figure was reflected in the window, it was Qin Wuyan.

Chen Xiangchen clearly found that the heart in his chest that had been raised all night finally fell to the ground uncontrollably.

After all, this is a life-and-death battle, the sword has no eyes, and the spiritual power of the magic weapon has no basis. She was a little relieved not to see him among the wounded soldiers, but it was still not as good as seeing him safe and sound with her own eyes at this time more at ease.

She walked in and met Qin Wuyan's dark eyes directly.

He seemed to come here after taking a bath, without a trace of bloody murderous aura, and there was still a faint fragrance of saponin in the air.

In comparison, the self who just came over from the wounded pile was full of filthy blood.

She froze at the door for a moment, not sure if she wanted to go in, so as not to spoil the elegant, noble, peaceful and quiet room that was cultivated by someone.

But after thinking about it, this was obviously her room, so she immediately walked in without caring about the bloodstains and the spilled medicine powder on the corners of her clothes.

Sure enough, Qin Wuyan frowned seeing her embarrassed look.

Chen Xiangchen, however, felt a little happy, look, you, a person who obviously came back from a fight with others, insisted on such a clean, tidy, gentle and elegant appearance than anyone else, fortunately it was her, if it was someone else, it would probably have been I want to punch that handsome face.

Qin Wuyan was so perceptive, he immediately noticed some inappropriate subtexts under her slight expression, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable after smelling the blood."

Chen Xiang sat down in front of him, raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "How can I be so delicate."

Qin Wuyan thought about it for a while, and admitted that she was not squeamish, but her not squeamishness was very limited. Once it was related to pain, she could be so squeamish that it would anger people.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the person next to him ask unintentionally, but his voice was uncontrollably soft: "Are you... not hurt?"

Qin Wuyan felt that this sentence was a bit pleasing to the ear, and it was the most pleasing sentence these days, so he nodded immediately: "No problem." After speaking, he looked at her without blinking, as if if he missed a moment, she would understand Very greedy like a little piece of meat.

Chen Xiangchen was restless by his gaze, her ears were hot, and she always felt that something should happen in the next moment, but she didn't have this thought at the moment, so she moved her body away, and looked up at the door intentionally or unintentionally. Lookout—it was pitch black outside the door.

It's strange to say that when the house is bright, the outside can be seen clearly, but if you are in the light, you don't know what's in the darkness.

Of course, this is common sense, but Chen Xiangchen has pondered some philosophical thinking at this moment, and feels that it is very reasonable and worthy of in-depth study, as if in this way he can ignore the overly hot gaze of the person beside him.

Just at this moment, there was a commotion outside.

Chen Xiang felt relieved, and immediately stood up, but the back of his hand was covered.

"I'll go and see, don't go out."

Chen Xiang nodded deeply, and her thoughts returned to the right track—since she wanted to save Baguio, she had to prevent accidents beyond her control, so whenever something happened, she needed to work hard to connect with the development in her memory, but these memories were buried after all. It got a little deep, and it took a lot of effort to think back, but she didn't dare to let her guard down.

I am afraid that this big rock can only be put down after the final Qingyun decisive battle is completely over.

The author has something to say:

Less sweet, more salty, with gusto :)

The chapters of Qingyun's decisive battle are a bit messy. I really don't know where to figure it out from the TV series. The ghost king has two attacks in total, why two times?I don't understand the scriptwriter's thinking. Obviously, the plot should be fast-paced, but it's procrastinating. It's better to finish it all at once. Does the original work end all at once?

PS, I found a small bug in the last chapter while watching the drama, and I need to fix it, so I don’t need to read it again.