The four men I've been slag have all come to the door

Sometimes, in the morning, Bei Qingru would go to Sun Moon Lake above the snow peak to meditate.

The cold water in that pool was formed by the melting of snow water on Tianyi Peak.Snow water flows down the peak, and some places form waterfalls, and the water of the waterfalls flows into the cold pool.

Under the Sun Moon Lake, sometimes Bei Qingru would meditate for several days.

The waterfall poured down, and he sat in the middle of the cold pool in white clothes, surrounded by mist, with three thousand black hair hanging down, everything was like a dream, and he was not a person in the world.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the Buddha seal between his brows appeared faintly from time to time.

He has no sword in his hand, no sword in his heart.

But as he sat there, his whole body was a peerless sword with a cold light.

In the shimmering light of the cold pool, his white clothes seemed to be stained with the coolness of the pool water. The water light reflected on his face, his brows were cold, and his skin seemed to have some cold light.

And the majestic and sharp sword energy in his whole body caused Jiang Zinian to tremble involuntarily.

No one in the world dares to compete with that majestic sword energy that looks down on the world.

It is very rare for Jiang Zinian to see Bei Qing like a sword.

Although he is a swordsman, he has never seen him carrying a sword.

Jiang Zinian knew it, because he didn't need any sharp blades or famous swords, he himself was the best sword in the world.

This time, in Sun Moon Lake, it took him three days to realize the Tao.

Jiang Zinian played all the little forests beside him, and when he came back, seeing that he was still meditating, Jiang Zinian simply lay down on the side.

It was tired from playing, so it lay down and fell asleep.

When it woke up, it was already morning.

At this moment, I saw that Bei Qingru's white clothes were covered with water droplets, his clothes were slightly soaked.

Some ink hairs hang down on the surface of the pool, and blossoming green lotuses bloom on the surface of the pool.

Hantan, Qinglian.

The man in white clothes and black hair sat in the middle of the cold pool, his eyebrows were exquisite, his demeanor was refined, and his appearance was flawless, jade-clean and ice-clear.

Suddenly, he slightly opened his eyes.

The water droplets suspended around suddenly fell down.

His black hair was a little wet.

He got up, and at that moment, a little dust-like light shone around him.

Under that white spot of light, he seemed to be a fairy who came from someone's dream.

His eyelashes were stained with a little water, and there was a little cold glimmer.

Perhaps, he was usually solemn and stern, but this time his clothes were slightly soaked, which made him a little more inexplicably tender.

He walked over the cold pool.

Step by step for a lifetime of lotus.

A few strands of hair stuck to the side of the ear.

His hair is also slightly damp.

That kind of cold and lingering appearance made people unable to move their eyes away.

Jiang Zinian suddenly remembered that he had seduced this person here before.

It is also above the cold pool here.

While he was cultivating, he put his hand on his shoulder from behind.

At that time, he, the master, was really cold.

The cold feeling was as if he had touched a piece of ice.

At that time, his master paused, then opened his eyes and looked at him.

There was some frost and snow on his eyelashes, and his whole body exuded a cold aura of restraint.

Jiang Zinian could only bite the bullet and continue.

So, he stretched out his hand again and hugged him gently from behind.

He pressed himself gently against his back, and he smelled the very faint fragrance of lotus on his body.

The clear and cold fragrance lingered in his nostrils.

That was probably the first time that he was so close to his master.

When he hugged him, he felt a bit of stunned, but at that time Bei Qingru hadn't realized what he was going to do.

He may have thought in his heart that this was just him being coquettish to him.

And then, he pulled him into this cold pool.

Bei Qingru was actually pulled off the stage by him.

He fell into the pool, and his clothes were all wet.

In the pool, Jiang Zinian was lying on top of him, and the hair of the two of them was smothered, and they overlapped together.

Bei Qingru looked at him, at that time, in the light of the water, his face was still cold, but because his clothes were completely wet, that appearance was a tenderness that Jiang Zinian had never seen before.

Not waiting for Bei Qingru's reaction.

He lowered his head and licked his ear.

At that time, Bei Qingru's face was still ascetic and cold, but there seemed to be a little shimmering light reflected in the eyelashes.

At that moment, he noticed a crack in Bei Qingru's complexion, but the coldness in his eyes that was as deep as a cold pool made people dare not look directly at him.

Immediately afterwards, Bei Qingru pushed him away, with such force that Jiang Zinian couldn't resist.

Jiang Zi Nian fell into the water, while Bei Qingru stood up, looking at him with a cold and stern gaze that Jiang Zi Nian had never seen before.

Then he said two words to him with a cold face.

Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors is a great treason.

This time, Bei Qingru's current appearance reminded Jiang Zinian of that past.

Bei Qingru had already walked to his side, seeing it lying on the ground, she picked it up.

A little bit of clear light almost condensed on his fingertips.

He hugged it in his arms, Jiang Zinian could almost feel the water vapor on his body.

His white jade-like earlobes were hidden behind his black hair, showing a little bit from time to time.

Jiang Zinian couldn't help but blushed, luckily he was just a puppy this time, so he couldn't tell when he blushed.

How disrespectful.

He quickly suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind, and he couldn't help but recited a few passages of Qingxin Mantra in his heart.

But Bei Qingru doesn't know what Jiang Zinian is thinking now.

Wherever he goes these days, the little dog follows him.

It was wounded, and in order to prevent it from running away while he was practicing, he placed restrictions around it.

Now when he wakes up and sees it lying there waiting for him, Bei Qingru can't help but feel how cute it is.

After the two returned to the residence together, they saw that Jian Qi was already waiting for them there.

Jian Qi waited for a long time before seeing Bei Qingru walking over with a puppy in his arms.

Bei Qingru hugged the snow-colored puppy, the coldness between his brows and eyes seemed to dissipate a bit.

Jian Qi couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

These days, when he comes here, he always sees Bei Qingru with this little dog by his side.

Senior brother is cold and lonely here, if there is a puppy to accompany him, it will probably be better...

He thought of what he wanted to tell Bei Qingru today, and he couldn't help but sighed slightly.

After seeing Jian Qi, Bei Qingru put down the puppy in her arms.

He and Jian Qi entered the room, seeming to have something to talk about.

Jiang Zinian only vaguely listened to it from outside.

"These days, the ever-burning lamp you left in the hall suddenly reacted."

Bei Qingru couldn't help but slightly paused the hand that was making tea for him, and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Jian Qi lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look into his eyes.

He took a small jade box from his pocket.

"We followed the instructions of the ever-burning light to that place..."

"Found a fragment of his soul."

Jian Qi opened the jade box, and there were pieces of translucent jade in the box.

The fragment floated quietly in the jade box, as clear as tulle, as if it would dissipate with a light touch.

The soul is complete.

If the soul is incomplete, it cannot enter reincarnation.

No wonder...for so many years, they couldn't find him....

With a broken soul, he couldn't enter reincarnation, so he could only wander in the world, but after hundreds of years...

No wandering soul can wander the world for hundreds of years...

"Brother..."

"he died."

A snap.

The teacup in Bei Qingru's hand fell to the ground and broke.