How to Avoid a Flirty Ex-Partner

Fu Tingqiu couldn't answer, and only told: "Be careful, don't let the insects get close to you."

Jiang Qiong nodded and poked the bug repeatedly until he was sure that it was dead before retracting his sword: "Go."

Fu Tingqiu waited until Jiang Qiong came to him, then he looked back at the insects. The two of them walked towards the seemingly quiet and peaceful Taoyuan with vigilance. When the two of them gradually disappeared at the bridge, the ground was repeatedly run over by Jiang Qiong. The dead bug suddenly moved.

Fu Tingqiu and Jiang Qiong walked to a courtyard and looked at each other. Fu Tingqiu stepped forward and slowly opened the courtyard door.

The weather-beaten and unattended courtyard door creaked and let out a long and distant sigh, and the two mottled wooden doors slowly opened, revealing the scene of the courtyard in front of the two of them.

Fu Tingqiu never thought about the scene in the courtyard, so when the courtyard door was opened, the courtyard was lined with trees, clusters of flowers, and the scene under the hedge of melons and fruits, which made him raise his eyebrows: "The people who can't see the Eight Gods Temple, and the So casual and elegant."

Jiang Qiong put the sword away silently: "It may be an illusion."

Fu Tingqiu was noncommittal, he stepped into the courtyard, and just a few steps away from the courtyard gate, a gust of wind blew over from the other side of the courtyard wall. Mischievously skipped over the big tree, and blew towards Fu Tingqiu and the two of them full of harvest.

Jiang Qiong raised his head slightly to look at Xiao Shu's starlight exposed in the shade of trees, and his eyes couldn't help being a little strange.

Fu Tingqiu never looked away, so he didn't know Jiang Qiong's expression at this time. His eyes were completely fixed on the melon and fruit fields that hadn't moved when the wind was blowing, and there was no movement under the fence.

The wind came very fast, when Fu Tingqiu passed by, Fu Tingqiu only felt that the fragrance was overflowing, and the smell was indescribably good.

Recalling where he was at this time, Fu Tingqiu put his fan in front of his nose, and when the gust of wind passed, he turned around to talk to Jiang Qiong, but when he looked back, he suddenly found that Jiang Qiong had disappeared at some point.

Fu Tingqiu took a deep breath and didn't shout. He knew that once he separated from Jiang Qiong, his throat would probably be broken and no one would hear him.

In this way, the purpose of the Hall of Eight Gods is very clear, to separate them and break them one by one.

I don't know what method the Eight Gods will use to deal with him.

Fu Tingqiu made up his mind and didn't panic. He walked towards the melons and fruits, held his breath when he approached, and kicked the nearest pumpkin twice.

Unexpectedly, this pumpkin was heavy, and because Fu Tingqiu kicked it, and even half-lifted the round melon body, it was quite simple and honest.

Fu Tingqiu was silent, and touched the pumpkin lightly with his folding fan. The pumpkin was torn apart, and the fragrance of the melon was overflowing in front of him. The fresh melon juice flowed down the melon rind to the ground, forming a meandering stream on the ground, gurgling away.

Fu Tingqiu's gaze spread along the direction of the melon juice. Gradually, the melon juice stopped moving, stopped at one place and gathered into a small pool. He chuckled lightly, amused.

Walking a few steps to the place where the melon juice gathers, Fu Tingqiu closed his eyes and calmed down. After a while, the surrounding movement disappeared completely. He closed his eyes and walked slowly along the slight wind. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fu Tingqiu opened his eyes and took a look.

Xanadu disappeared, replaced by a vast ocean, boundless, seemingly endless.

The wind and waves on the beach are so violent that they hit the shore layer by layer, and the snow-white waves are sprayed into foam. It seems that only in this way can they leave a mark of existence in the world.

Looking back, Fu Tingqiu saw winding and rugged mountains behind him. Above the mountains was a gloomy, dark sky with dark clouds rolling over, as if a storm was about to come.

He stood on a cliff, with no way forward and no way out, as if he was in an unsolvable predicament.

Fu Tingqiu secretly sighed, the site of the Eight Gods Hall is really not easy to break into, he was tricked at some point, and even entered this cave, bumping around and finding nowhere to go.

Fu Tingqiu didn't intend to cross the sea, nor did he intend to look back, he picked up a rock, swept it with his sleeve, and sat on it.

I don't know where he is, how many years have passed, Fu Tingqiu touched the star chain with his hand, quietly looked at the tumbling sea in the distance, he thought: Where is Xie Yan?

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the dark clouds leave a lingering shadow in people's hearts, making people upset.

Fu Tingqiu got up and jumped down from the cliff. Looking at the weather, it was pouring rain in a short while. He had to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Where there are mountains, there are caves.

Fu Tingqiu had just discovered a cave, and before he had time to test whether it was safe or not, the strong wind and rain came crashing down. Fu Tingqiu was thinking in his mind, his steps slowed down, and his heart was chilled by the heavy rain.

He entered the cave, patted the rain on his body, and found that his clothes were completely wet, so he had to twist them, looked up at the white rain curtain, and said nothing.

If Fu Tingqiu was puzzled by the Xanadu before, then it was raining all over the sky at this time, which made Fu Tingqiu feel vigilant.

The paradise there is probably just a trick to separate the people who are traveling together. The real danger starts from this moment, when he travels alone.

Fu Tingqiu sprinkled the medicinal powder at the entrance of the cave, took out the Ye Mingzhu, and walked slowly into the cave.

The cave was very deep, Fu Tingqiu took a few steps, holding the Ye Mingzhu, he couldn't see the depth, he settled down, and then walked inward.

Someone must have been to the cave, and there was still unburned dry firewood in the middle of the cave. At this time, he didn't care whether there were other people, so he lit the firewood, chose a place to sit down, and when the fire was strong, Fu Tingqiu took off his clothes, Roast over the fire.

The clothes were baked until half-dried, sleepy followed the warmth of the fire, climbing up his upper body, Fu Tingqiu squinted his eyes, and slowly leaned against the mountain wall behind him, his eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers unconsciously touched the star chain. Suddenly, the sound of thunder rumbled indistinctly, and Fu Tingqiu felt very tired in the unknowable days.

The flames became more and more intense, and Fu Tingqiu's drowsiness swallowed his consciousness like a beast, causing him to close his eyes uncontrollably and fall into a coma.

The blazing fire reflected Fu Tingqiu's sleeping figure on the mountain wall, and for a split second, thousands of demons were about to struggle out of his figure.

The rain gradually became lighter, tick-tock, like beating on people's hearts. There was a man, wearing a purple shirt, holding a paper fan painted with orchids blooming, walking lightly towards the cave where Fu Tingqiu was. The figure is slender and straight, and the elegant umbrella can't hide his otherworldly coolness.

The person approached, but the sound of footsteps seemed to be there, falling on Fu Tingqiu's ears in his sleep.

Fu Tingqiu was full of wit, and pulled himself out of the dreamland full of mountains and plains, and the spring was just in time. He suddenly looked at the entrance of the cave, holding the folding fan tightly in his hand.

The visitor finally entered the cave, and Fu Tingqiu even heard the creaking sound of him slowly putting away the umbrella.

Fu Tingqiu slowed down his breathing, fixed his gaze on the entrance of the cave, and waited for someone to come.

The visitor seemed to have noticed that there was still one person in the cave, so he didn't come in in a hurry, and stayed at the entrance of the cave for a long time. After a long while, Fu Tingqiu heard footsteps sounding again, step by step, as if stepping on his heart, instantly raising his five senses to the highest level.

The visitor finally showed up, and when Fu Tingqiu saw the other person stepping in with one foot, the folding fan was already out of his hand, and the fan unfolded and flew towards the visitor's face.

The visitor turned his head to avoid the folding fan, grabbed Fu Tingqiu's arm with a seemingly easy grasp, and wrapped his other hand lightly, and Fu Tingqiu fell into his arms.

The folding fan that was dodged by someone had already returned to Fu Tingqiu's hand. His hand holding the folding fan was still free, so he returned the hand without looking at it, and handed the fan out.

Fu Tingqiu only felt that the hand holding his arm was loosened, and the pressure dropped suddenly, but the iron arm around his waist was suddenly strangled, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He squeezed his wrist, turned it suddenly, and clasped his wrist behind his back. The person who came moved quickly, and clasped his other hand together.

Fu Tingqiu opened his mouth to speak, but he felt the people behind him leaning towards him, a burst of hot breath hit his ears, causing him to tremble, and the person behind said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, the young master's martial arts has regressed a lot."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Tingqiu's eyes felt hot, and he almost burst into tears.

Xie Yan sighed softly, seeing that Fu Tingqiu was silent, he let go of the person, walked around to look in front of Fu Tingqiu, couldn't help laughing and said: "The young master is made of water?"

Fu Tingqiu was moved and disappeared in an instant, and snorted coldly: "Could the landlord be laughing at me?"

Xie Yan took the clothes that were put aside and put them on for him, the corners of his lips were slightly sunken: "How dare you."

Fu Tingqiu followed Xie Yan and put on his clothes: "Why are you here?"

Xie Yan: "I haven't found an exit, so I can only stay here."

Fu Tingqiu: "How did you find me?"

Xie Yan raised his head to look at him, his brows lightly raised as if amused: "I didn't know you were the person in the cave, but I was staying here temporarily. After going out for a few days, it caught up with the heavy rain, and when I came back late, I found that there were people in the cave. I want to meet the Young Master."

Fu Tingqiu looked at Xie Yan carefully, and saw that his face was as usual, and he was not in a state of distress. He must have not been made things difficult by the Eight Gods Temple. He said: "The landlord doesn't seem to want to see me."

Xie Yan shook his head: "No."

Fu Tingqiu rolled his eyes, and said intimately: "Then the landlord really wants to see me."

Xie Yan raised his eyes to look at him, but did not answer, only a warm and tender smile appeared on the corner of his lips lightly and slowly.

Fu Tingqiu didn't take his eyes off his eyes, and he naturally caught this smile in his eyes. His heartbeat was a bit chaotic, and the blood flowed through his whole body and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Xie Yan: "Didn't you stay in Hanjiang Town to recuperate? Why did you come here?"

Fu Tingqiu walked to Xie Yan and sat down, adding fuel to the charcoal fire that was about to go out: "Liu Xueshang said you were missing, so I couldn't help but want to find you."

Xie Yan: "After entering the mountain, I can't help myself. You know my strength, why do you want to enter the mountain?"

Fu Tingqiu stared at the dry wood that was gradually being burned by the charcoal fire, and thought: Yes, since he knows Xie Yan's strength, why does he insist on entering the mountains like a fascination, and now he falls into such a field.

There was a fact in his heart clamoring to conflict with the false appearance, but Fu Tingqiu pretended not to see it.

Fu Tingqiu: "If the host disappears or is captured by the Temple of Eight Gods, then our cooperation will come to nothing. This is not the result I want."

Xie Yan chuckled, gave him a meaningful look, and didn't force it: "What the young master said is very true, but now that you and I have fallen to this point, we still don't know where the main hall of the Bashen Temple is, let alone take back the Zhinan Ling .”

Fu Tingqiu's smile slowly unfolded: "It's nothing here, the landlord can just watch."

Xie Yan nodded, and didn't say much, but Fu Tingqiu always had a sense of nowhere to hide from those eyes that hid his smile. Fortunately, he had a deep skin, and after being watched for a long time, he got used to it.

Fu Tingqiu: "The landlord has traveled all the way, has anyone met?"

Xie Yan frowned slightly, as if he had a feeling: "There is a ghostly person who fights with me. He is skilled in martial arts, his cultivation is unfathomable, and he is good at using Gu. Let him report his family name. The Dharma protector is called Chi."

Fu Tingqiu knew Xie Yan's strength, and when he heard that someone was on par with him, he couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

Xie Yan: "Qi clearly stated that the Palace Master is not here, so he should go to Yuheng City to seize a famous sword."

Fu Tingqiu: "Does this palace master regard the Jiang family as a soft persimmon? He even went to the Jiang family to grab the sword. Even if the Jiang family is not walking within the boundary now, is that formation just a joke?"

There seemed to be deep meaning in Xie Yan's eyes, and he said quietly: "The Eight Gods think too highly of themselves, and it may not be a good thing to let him suffer in the Jiang family."