The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

The white-robed man pondered for a moment, with a look of shame on his face.

"He asked me to go to Qianfangjie City to find a woman, saying that she just gave birth to two children last night, a boy and a girl, both of whom are my own flesh and blood. He asked me to take them to Mingwu Mountain to take care of them. My boy needs to practice swords in this life, and he can keep him safe for the rest of his life by practicing swords. After saying this, the senior expert left, but he returned shortly after he left, and added another sentence, saying that the boy only If you can practice sword, but you can't learn qin, if you learn qin, it will be a disaster for one party, and the whole cultivation world will definitely suffer from it."

"So you actually believed it?" He Yanchu thought it was extremely absurd, looking at the familiar father in front of him, he also felt a little strange. "How does he know what will happen in the future?"

The white-robed man said: "I don't believe that he has such a skill to see the sky, so he asked this question. The senior expert just waved his hand lightly on my forehead. I, I will I saw..."

His throat rolled up and down, "I saw what will happen in the future. There is no distinction between immortals and demons, the mortal world is in turmoil, bones are exposed in the wild, and blood is floating on the oars. It is simply another catastrophe from a dream a thousand years ago."

He Juangui clenched his fists tightly, with a pained and mocking look on his face. "So that's why you haven't allowed me to practice the piano all these years? If you want to kill the grass and roots, you can kill me directly, and you don't have to worry about me becoming the big devil who will cause trouble in the future." , has brought great trouble to the cultivation world! It's ridiculous. You don't believe your own son who grew up with you, but you believe a casual sentence from a person who came out of nowhere."

"That's my savior, don't talk nonsense!" The white-robed man was furious, and then fell down again. "I shouldn't be angry with you. What do you know? I went to Qianfang Realm City the next day to look for it, and I found your mother. I met her by the Lushui River when I went down the mountain a year ago. I fell in love with each other, and later Shimen was in a hurry, but I had no choice but to leave, and then I searched and never found her. But I didn't expect that she was pregnant..."

He Juangui smiled sadly, and stood up holding the dark long piano.

"This piano is left by my mother. I have to play it. You don't have to worry that I will cause trouble in the cultivation world. Today, I will make an oath here with my heart. Then I can only go to the golden core, and I can’t go any further. If I violate the oath, I will fall into the abyss of demons, my bones will be broken, and I will only be with dirty monsters, and I will not live forever.”

The heart demon vowed, a purple thunder fell from the clear sky, and exploded.

"Guier, why are you bothering?" The white-robed man smiled wryly, "I never thought... I thought of making you like this."

"I'm leaving, sister. You can bury mother's body under the willow forest in the back mountain." He Juangui calmed down at this moment, there was no sadness on his face, only numbness.

"Although I am a disciple of Mingwu Mountain, I have nothing to do with you in this life." He said coldly to the white-robed man.

Lu Qingbandit shuddered all over, and felt a cold murderous aura from this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, just like that He Juangui who crushed his heart mercilessly in the drunk prison that night.

A burst of purple smoke rose, Lu Qing bandit moved slightly, and his five senses gradually returned to his body.

Tonight's dream tracing is over.

He opened his eyes, and the stubborn face of the onion-like young man overlapped with the person in front of him again.Lu Qingbandit stared at He Juangui who was still asleep for a while, then leaned over and kissed his chest.Before the lips left, the back of the head was pinned down, and a hoarse voice came from above with the vibration of the chest, "What are you doing?"

Lu Qing bandit stuck out his tongue and licked it, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of cunning.

"It just... hurts you."

The strength of the hand holding the back of his head increased suddenly, and Lu Qingban turned his face away to avoid it, leaning against his chest and grinning sullenly.

"Are you so fierce? Did you become so fierce when you grew up, or did you become so fierce since you were young..." He stopped talking, and the unfinished words disappeared in the sound of sticky lips and tongue.

He Juangui endured it for a while, but finally couldn't take it any longer, pressed the man on the bed and rubbed his lips together, the two kissed for a while, and it was inevitable that the gun would go off, and there was another cloud and rain, the cloud harvested the rain, and the two With deep affection, Lu Qingbandit lay on He Juangui's lap on his back and asked him, "Why don't you play the piano these days?"

He Juangui's eyes sank, "Why, do you want to hear it?"

Lu Qingbandit turned over, the bells on his ankles jingled, and his long hair fell loosely, falling to the crook of his legs.

He spoke softly. "I heard someone say, 'I don't want to play the Luanqin, but lovesickness.' All these years, I've been unconscious like a dead person. Don't you often play the piano to me, heartbroken, with tears in your eyes?"

"Never." He Juangui said.

"Look, you can lie too."

Lu Qing bandit leaned up and put his arms around his neck and kissed his eyes, and the soft tip of his tongue brushed his slender eyelashes like frost and snow, as if catching a crystal snowflake.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, maybe they look even better when you cry. Have you ever cried? I don't think I've seen you cry before."

He Juangui straightened his back, blinked his eyes lightly, let him kiss, and only put his arms around his waist.

"Tell me, have you ever cried for me in these 300 years?"

The tip of the red tongue slipped into the eye socket, and touched the cold eyeball inside like his master through a thin film.

He Juan returned to his body and shook, couldn't help but shed a tear from his eyes, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Of course his body is cold. In the past 300 years, his heart and body have never been warm.But the person in his arms was so hot that his whole body was about to melt, but he still refused to let go.

Bandit Lu Qing licked away the tear, showing a bit of complacency on his face.

"Look, you can cry too. Your tears are shed for me. You can only cry for me in the future, and you are not allowed to be sad for others. Your tears from now on will be mine alone. "

He Juangui leaned against his forehead, blinked, tears flowed down his face, wet his cheeks, and said softly:

"it is good."

"It's so pitiful." Lu Qing bandit patted his face and laughed, "Hey, be nice to me. You are such a good-looking person, how can I be willing to let you cry?"

After He Juan returned and left, the system clicked his tongue.

"What you said just now is really scum."

"Your words don't make sense." Lu Qingbandi held the green seedling in the new purple glass water purification pot in front of him, teasing its leaves. "Obviously he imprisoned me here, and I am the poor canary."

He hugged the flower pot and bit a bright red fruit, then lay back on the bed. "I always feel that this matter is not as simple as I thought. I thought that as long as I figured out what happened 300 years ago, everything would be clear. But the dream tracing last night not only failed to figure out what happened What's going on, there are more doubts."

"It seems that we have to go back to the dream again." He came to a conclusion.

That night, after He Juangui fell asleep again, he used the dream tracing skill just like the first night.

Dream tracing three times, is to be able to see the three things that have the deepest impact on people.The previous first turn was back to when He Juangui was 13 years old, his mother had just passed away, and he had severed his relationship with his biological father.I don't know what the second turn will be?

The lavender smoke rose up, Lu Qing bandit's eyes flashed, and he fell into a dream again.

Outside the window, there are black tiles and white walls, small bridges and flowing water, and Hsinchu is soaked in water vapor, swaying into a cloud of hazy smoke in the drizzle. A peach blossom in the courtyard is just beginning to spit out its pistils, and one branch goes out of the wall.

Lu Qing bandit felt mixed feelings for a moment, with mixed feelings.

He didn't expect that this second round of dream tracing would be their first encounter.

The author has something to say: Happy Zongzi Festival~/Come on for the college entrance examination~