Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli walked back with her head down, kicking away the small stones blocking the way, with a sleepy expression.

Ji Xiao did what he said, and didn't listen to the conversation between the two, but seeing the situation, he also knew that they broke up unhappy.He walked towards the little Taoist companion, while stretching out his arms, wanting to give him a comforting hug.

Meng Xueli ignored it, and sat on the ground slumped, like an autumn flower beaten by frost.Ji Xiao touched his nose and sat down with him.

In the wilderness full of wild flowers, the two sat side by side watching the sunset, Ji Xiao asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Meng Xueli laughed at herself: "It's not very good. I screwed up again."

Ji Xiao is not good at comforting, so she accompanied him silently.

The setting sun sinks behind the mountains, coating the outline of the undulating mountains with a final layer of orange-red light, and the other half of the sky is dark blue.The blue-green light passing by the peacock's tail feathers gradually disappears, and the long wind blows through the wilderness.

Meng Xueli said, "I don't blame him. I used to be a little... frivolous."

The mink, the giant snake, and the peacock used to wander in the three realms, lawless and free.The King of Snow Mountain used to fight in the north and south, and also used to be the scarf of Que Xianming.He knew that Que Xianming had been thinking about the past, thinking that to be a big monster, one should be high-spirited and beautiful.Meng Xueli was not wrong, and neither was Que Xianming.

The little Taoist couple's words were endless, but Ji Xiao probably understood.He thought a little funny, who was not when he was young.

"Why are you arguing?"

Meng Xueli: "For Jixiao."

Ji Xiao's heart moved slightly.

Meng Xueli: "I am not only for Ji Xiao, but also for myself."

Regardless of life or demon life, sometimes, even your closest friends don't understand your mind.Que Xianming thought he was bewitched by love, and left angrily.

However, Jixiao's existence is more like a kind of faith to him.Prove that what he can't do, someone can do.

How painful is it to be betrayed?How painful is it to reshape your body?How hard is it to be reincarnated?

Jixiao is a long night, in the precariousness of wind and rain, there is no spark between heaven and earth.

"I'm just not convinced." Meng Xueli said to herself, "My Taoist companion has been indomitable all his life, but he died for no reason. Why?!"

Ji Xiao calmly said: "Life and death are up to fate. The way you choose, you will have the courage to face the ending." Die once is uncomfortable, happiness and misfortune depend on each other, and there are gains and losses.

Meng Xueli turned her head and stared straight at Xiao Tingyun, with a trembling voice, she said word by word: "I don't believe there is no black and white in this world, and there is no reason. If there is really no reason, I will ask the reason for Ji Xiao!"

Ji Xiao saw strong emotions surging in his flushed eyes.

Blessed to the soul in a flash, he seemed to understand something.

Ji Xiao asked softly: "Do you really not like Ji Xiao?"

Meng Xueli's mind was in a mess, Jixiao's death, the past events in the demon world, and Peacock leaving in anger, he couldn't breathe under the weight of everything.

He suddenly stood up, broke down and shouted: "Who says I don't like him! Why do we say that we are not worthy, even if he is the moon in the sky and I am slush on the ground, I still dare to like him, is it against the law?!

Meng Xueli panted violently, and it felt better to speak out the truth, but before she could calm down, a shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes.It was Xiao Tingyun who stood up and blocked his light.

Meng Xueli was slightly taken aback.

When Xiao Tingyun faced him, he always had a smile in his eyes, gentle and tolerant.In front of others, although he is reticent, he is also patient and polite.

It was the first time he saw Xiao Tingyun's expressionless face, his brows and eyes were covered with frost, and his breath was like mountains and deep valleys.

This feeling is both familiar and strange.Meng Xueli was a little confused: "You, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Tingyun doesn't want to fight, does he?

The wind howled in the wilderness, and Meng Xueli was about to retreat, but Ji Xiao held her in her arms with a strong posture.

Ji Xiao leaned over slightly, their foreheads touched, their breaths intertwined.

He said, "Trust me."

In the next instant, Meng Xueli's sea of ​​consciousness was filled with waves.

Ji Xiao separated a ray of consciousness and reached the deepest part of Meng Xueli's sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Xueli was stunned.

The setting sun, the sound of the wind, the wild flowers, the entire secret place, everything quickly moved away from him, and everything disappeared.

Practitioners have a vast number of Dharma doors, people can seize their homes and rebuild, demons can be reincarnated as humans, and their appearance can change thousands of times, only the soul remains the same forever.

That wisp of divine consciousness floated gently in his sea of ​​consciousness, but was afraid of disturbing him, like a vast sea constricting itself, turning into a gurgling stream in spring.It turned out to be Ji Xiao's breath.

Meng Xueli's mind was shaken, and there was a huge wave in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He heard, saw, touched, and felt Ji Xiao.

Right here, right now.