After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Yin Xibai was stunned, his watery eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly opened, and he looked extremely unbelievable.

"Aqi, you've changed," he said sadly, "We were much better before."

Han Qi's face was tinged with coldness: "If I didn't miss my childhood friendship, I would have been rude to you long ago."

Yin Xibai's face turned pale, he didn't say anything more, and left in a hurry, his footsteps were somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Qingzhou joked: "He's gone."

Unexpectedly, the corner of Han Qi's lips twitched: "Do you really mind?"

Lin Qingzhou coughed lightly, and looked up at the night sky: "The moon is so round tonight."

The corners of Han Qi's lips deepened slightly: "Today is the crescent moon."

The night is as cool as water, and the cool moon is like eyebrows, hanging high in the sky.

Little stars.

It is suitable for stargazing and drinking.

The two bought a jug of wine in the wine shop, holding two wine glasses, one in front of the other, jumped up to the roof with high eaves.

Lin Qingzhou made a trick, and the lantern floated into the void for illumination.

The two sat side by side not far away and drank together.

Looking around, the lights of thousands of houses are like thousands of stars scattered in the world.

Lin Qingzhou doesn't drink well, but today he doesn't want to worry so much.

After two glasses of wine, he began to feel hot all over, and his cheeks flushed.

He lay down on the roof, looking at the sky full of stars, exhaled a mouthful of stale air, trying to drive back the drunkenness a bit.

From the side, came Han Qi's soft voice:

"Today is my birthday."

Lin Qingzhou propped her elbows on the roof, straightened up, and apologized slightly: "I didn't prepare a gift."

The voice changed slightly, and it was already full of alcohol.

Han Qi turned his head, a little surprised, he never dared to think about Lin Qingzhou's gift.

But after thinking about it, he looked happy: "No, I have already received it."

Your company is the best gift.

Lin Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat when she heard the string song, and she turned her face away in embarrassment.

He twirled the wine glass in his hand, his lips and tongue were tangled, and through the alcohol, he said, "You once mentioned that when you were young, Yin Xibai accompanied you through a difficult time..."

He was a little curious about the past of Han Qi and Yin Xibai.

Han Qi's movement of pouring the wine froze, and he didn't know what to think of, and his face became a little ugly.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou regretted talking too much, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, if it's inconvenient for you to say it, forget it."

Han Qi raised his head, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his voice was colder than the night: "Han Li and I were born of the same father, my mother passed away when I was 13..."

At the age of 13, Han Qi has not joined the Qingxu Sword Sect yet.

Lin Qingzhou was slightly stunned, and listened quietly without interrupting.

"My mother died after drinking the poison." Han Qi shook his fingers slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it very quickly.

He closed his eyes, his voice choked slightly:

"At that time, Hanli's mother was going to come in. She had been lying on the sickbed for a long time, and my father didn't care about her anymore... She gave me a prescription, saying it was a folk remedy, and asked me to get it... ..”

The words stopped, he seemed unable to continue, and drank a glass of wine with trembling fingers.

"I was afraid that the servants would not be careful enough. After grabbing the medicine, I personally boiled it for her, thinking that she would recover as soon as possible... I personally brought the medicine to her hand. Seeing that she had been hesitating, I still He kept urging her to drink it while it was hot..."

The scene that he was least willing to recall appeared in his mind, Han Qi couldn't continue, his voice trembled.

He squeezed the wine glass tightly, picked up the wine jug, and wanted to pour another glass.

The jug was snatched away by the frowning Lin Qingzhou:

"Stop drinking."

The jug was put behind Lin Qingzhou, Han Qi swayed slightly and continued to reach out to grab it, and fell on Lin Qingzhou all at once.

He seemed to be exhausted, and after falling down, he didn't want to move, buried his face in Lin Qingzhou's neck, spoke incoherently, and his voice choked:

"I really didn't know that the bowl of medicine was poisonous, I really didn't know that she would die if she drank it, I really didn't know..."

"She was poisoned to death by me, by me..."

A burst of warmth and humidity came from the neck, and Han Qi's tears seemed to flow into Lin Qingzhou's heart along the veins in the neck.

Never seen him so vulnerable and helpless, Lin Qingzhou's heart throbbed with pain.

He was a little at a loss, patted Han Qi's back lightly with his hands, whispered softly like coaxing a child, and said intermittently:

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault...it's all over, it's all over..."

Han Qi didn't say anything about the latter, so Lin Qingzhou could probably guess a little bit.

He watched his mother die in front of him, dying from the medicine he personally offered.

No matter who it is, it will leave an indelible shadow in my heart.

At that time, Yin Xibai appeared, like a ray of light suddenly appearing in the night sky, illuminating his dark days, leading him step by step out of the darkness...

Yin Xibai's company is like salvation to him.

This childhood friendship is really deep, enough to be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Lin Qingzhou suddenly felt a little pantothenic.

He looked down, and Han Qi had maintained his face buried in his neck for a long, long time...

Lin Qingzhou's patted hands gradually became sore, and her legs pressed by Han Qi were a little numb.

He gently pushed the culprit in his arms: "Han Qi?"

For a long time no one moved.

Lin Qingzhou slightly pushed Han Qi away, only to see that Han Qi's eyes were tightly closed, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

Lin Qingzhou reached out to pat Han Qi's face, trying to wake him up, but stopped half way through.

Forget it, let him sleep.

Because today is his birthday.

It's definitely not because I feel sorry for him.

......

However, this guy is really too heavy.

With great difficulty, Lin Qingzhou carried Han Qi on her back, jumped and fell from the roof to the ground.

He staggered a few steps before he stabilized, wondering if this guy grew up eating weights.

Under the weird eyes of the innkeeper, Lin Qingzhou asked for a room, and walked up the stairs step by step panting with Han Qi who was sleeping soundly on her back.

Walking into the room, he gently placed the person on his back on the bed, and took off his shoes and socks.

Bending down to tuck up the quilt for Han Qi, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

With a tight wrist, he was pulled and fell into the quilt.

Before he could react, the world spun for a while, and he was pinned down on the bed by Han Qi.

Han Qi didn't know if he was awake or drunk.

His eyes looked over without blinking, deep and dark, with a hint of blur.

The light in the eyes is too bright, better than the stars in the night sky outside the window.

Lin Qingzhou held her breath slightly, her throat rolled, and she didn't dare to move.

Han Qi's face was in front of his eyes, gradually enlarged.

Lin Qingzhou's eyes didn't blink, and her heart beat so fast that it was about to jump into her throat.

The slightly drunk smell of alcohol rushed from Han Qi's mouth to his face.

In the breath, there is Han Qi's hot and scorching breath.

Maybe it's because the eyes are too bright, maybe it's because of the hot breath.

Suddenly, she was gradually shrouded in the shadow of Han Qi, Lin Qingzhou didn't resist, her eyelids trembled and slowly closed.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly.

He seemed to have waited for a long time, and a tactile sensation came to his lips.

Not soft.

Lin Qingzhou was slightly surprised, opened his eyes, and looked down.

A slender white finger stroked his lips lightly, tracing the shape of his lips carefully, with gentle movements.

Like slow motion frames frame by frame.

Looking along his fingers, Han Qi's blurred eyes lingered on his face lingeringly.

Lin Qingzhou's heartbeat no longer looks like her own.

Afterwards, Han Qi slowly retracted his fingers, and gently pressed his lips against his own.

Fascinated.

This is more emotional than direct contact.

The blood in Lin Qingzhou's body seemed to rush into his head in an instant.

His ears were burning, his cheeks were heating up, and there was only a blank in his mind.

In the intertwining of voices and breaths, someone's breathing became slightly heavier.

Somewhere at the nerve endings, the real and accurate feeling of strange touch was clearly transmitted to Lin Qingzhou's brain.

Lin Qingzhou's mind exploded, his heart panicked, and he was in chaos for a while.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and used his palm as a blade, and slashed hard at the back of Han Qi's neck.

Immediately, a black shadow loomed like a mountain.

Han Qi fell down and fell on top of him.

Lin Qingzhou gasped in pain in a low voice, and gasped.

The mouth was about to be sunken by Han Qi's forehead.

Helping Han Qi to lie down and covering him with the quilt, Lin Qingzhou was a little tired, so she lay down directly beside him.

Looking at the top of the tent, recalling what Han Qi said just now, Lin Qingzhou's thoughts drifted to the plot of the original book.

In the original book, Han Qi Xinyue Yin Xibai, apart from childhood friendship, also because of a key event.

The time point of the plot of the original book is not long after the trial of the fairy sword.

When Han Qi and the original owner went down the mountain together to eliminate demons, they accidentally fell into the evil tricks of the monsters. The vicious curse spells in his body made him unconscious and his life was hanging by a thread.

The original owner risked his life, fought with his life, and finally killed the monster.

With the inner alchemy of the monster, he returned to the place where Han Qi was temporarily resting, scarred and lingering.

On the way, he happened to meet Yin Xibai.

He told Yin Xibai how to treat Han Qi's injuries, and finally passed out in peace.

Yin Xibai immediately asked for help from his fellow seniors, and sent the fainted original owner back to the Qingxu Sword Sect to heal his injuries.

Han Qi opened his eyes and woke up, only to see Yin Xibai who was gentle and meticulous in healing his wounds, but the original owner who accompanied him to eliminate demons was nowhere to be seen.

Regarding the original owner, Yin Xibai didn't mention a word, only said that the monster has been eliminated.

Han Qi's affection for Yin Xibai soared, and when he returned to the sect, he became even more disgusted with the original owner who abandoned him because he was greedy for life and afraid of death...

Thinking of this, Lin Qingzhou felt a lot of emotion.

A butterfly flapping its wings lightly is a storm.

Those bloody plots, after Lin Qingzhou passed through the book, did not happen again because of his slight changes.

For the original owner, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

Looking around, Han Qi's brows and eyes are peacefully asleep.

Even though he knew that none of those things happened, a fire came out of nowhere, and he punched the innocent Han Qi mercilessly in the stomach.

Han Qi in his sleep let out a muffled snort, then fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Qingzhou, who was relieved, gradually fell asleep.

......

The next morning.

Lin Qingzhou woke up with her eyes open, and in her blurry vision was a black skirt embroidered with dark patterns of silver thread.

His heart skipped a beat, his vision instantly became clear, and when he looked up, he saw a white and clean chin with sharp lines.

What's worse, he gradually realized that he was lying in Han Qi's arms with his pillow on Han Qi's arm.

He hurriedly moved back, exerting too much force, and accidentally fell out of bed in embarrassment.

The sound awakened Han Qi, and he gently opened his eyelids, his deep eyes were still blurred with sleepiness:

"Did you hit me last night?"

Lin Qingzhou got up, patted off the dust on her body, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked as if nothing happened: "It's nothing."

Han Qi, however, touched the back of his neck which was aching, with a doubtful look on his face.

Looking at him, he seemed to have forgotten everything about last night.

Whether it's an embarrassing and fragile cry, or an ambiguous and lingering kiss.

Lin Qingzhou felt a little lost in a rare mood.

Suddenly, Han Qi spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse after drinking: "Do you really hate me that much?"

Lin Qingzhou pursed her lips slightly and shook her head.

After hesitating for a few moments, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and hinted at Han Qi: "I...I like to be alone."

Han Qi's complexion changed suddenly, and his sharp lips were stretched into a straight line.

But I heard Lin Qingzhou slowly say: "He looks ordinary, even a little ugly, but he has a high level of cultivation. He has shared adversity with me, experienced life and death together, and did not hesitate to take risks for me..."

These words have been clearly stated, Lin Qingzhou did not dare to look directly at Han Qi, and at the end, her voice gradually lowered.

Lin Qingzhou turned around and looked out the window: "But now he has disappeared, in fact, I miss him very much...I want to stay with him forever..."

His sleeves were slightly wet with sweat.

Heart beating like a drum, he waited quietly for Han Qi to admit that Qi Han was him.

At this end, Han Qi was stunned suddenly, his stern face softened, and unspeakable ecstasy occupied every corner of his heart.

His eyes, as dark as the night, shone with a bright light, and he couldn't restrain his joy.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he opened his mouth to speak, when he suddenly thought that if Lin Qingzhou knew that he used the shape-changing technique to deceive him, Lin Qingzhou might feel disgusted with him again.

In the waterside pavilion, the scene of Lin Qingzhou eating Mingyuecao and uttering the truth still lingers in his mind.

The joyful expression on his face was like a blooming epiphyllum, and gradually faded away, leaving only a slight aftertaste of leisure.

After waiting for a while, Lin Qingzhou felt a little nervous when he didn't hear a single word from Han Qi.

Could it be that he didn't hear it and mistook it for someone else?

Indoors, there was a silence that could be heard falling needles.

Suddenly, a pale yellow light flew into the room from the window, and when it got close to Han Qi, it turned into a piece of paper and landed in front of his eyes.

Someone passed a talisman to Han Qi, and it was an urgent talisman.

Han Qi picked up the talisman, glanced over it hastily, with a stern expression: "Something happened to the Qingxu Sword Sect."

Lin Qingzhou's expression froze, and those romantic thoughts disappeared in an instant.

The talisman was passed down by Cui Ruru.

In front of the Qiushui Pavilion in Baopu Peak, an extremely narrow, bottomless crack appeared on the ground this morning.

The elders of the Zongmen cast the spell, and instead of closing the cracks on the ground, the cracks became wider.

As time went by, Lingxiao Peak, Qingyun Peak and other places gradually looked exactly the same.

A series of cracks of unknown origin, like mouths full of blood wanting to choose someone.

After hearing what Han Qi said, Lin Qingzhou's hands and feet felt cold.

The plot of the original book, the Earth Fissure, came two years ahead of schedule.

Today, the only thing that can be called a major event in the cultivation world is the re-emergence of the three poisonous swords.

The ground fissure was originally a disaster from the heavens, but now it is suddenly ahead of schedule, I'm afraid it has something to do with it.

Han Qi made a formula to force all the drunkenness back, and wanted to set off to return to the Qingxu Sword Sect.

Lin Qingzhou hesitated for a few moments, and said decisively: "I will go back with you."

Han Qi's face was surprised, and after a daze, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Okay."

......

The two returned to Fuyu Mountain with their swords.

Walking side by side on Ling Xiao Peak, they saw cracks on the ground, like scars.

It won't be long, not only the Qingxu Sword Sect, but also other sects without exception, cracks will appear on the ground.

Then, wisps of devilish energy will overflow from these cracks in an endless stream.

In the future, the fierce ghosts sealed in Jiuyou will rush out of the cracks like locusts crossing the border, causing disasters in the world.

When a calamity comes from heaven, everything in the world cannot escape this catastrophe.

Going deep into the Nine Netherworld and casting spells on the Youdu Terrace to repair the ground fissure can solve this catastrophe.

However, those who repair the cracks in the ground will be trapped and cannot get out until they are swallowed by thousands of ghosts.

In the plot of the original book, the original owner died there.

The breeze is gentle, and the leaves of Ruomu are rustling.

Walking under the tree with Han Qi, Lin Qingzhou's wispy blue hairband was curled up slightly, just like his ups and downs at the moment.

The matter is of great importance, and Lin Qingzhou didn't hide anything.

He calmly told Han Qi about the disasters he could foresee and the solutions to them.

Han Qi frowned deeply when he heard the words. He didn't doubt the authenticity of Lin Qingzhou's words, and began to think carefully whether there were other more suitable ways.

The two walked side by side all the way, and they walked into the bamboo forest of Ling Xiaofeng without realizing it.

Han Qi, who had been meditating all this time, suddenly stood in front of Lin Qingzhou, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

"Go back to Chengwuyouxin first, I have something for you later."

Han Qi's behavior was abrupt, just before Lin Qingzhou's eyes blurred, there seemed to be something not far away.

He was surprised in his heart: "What are you blocking?"

While speaking, he twisted his steps and went straight around Han Qi.

In the mist, at the place where the bamboo is humming, the slender green bamboo leaves fall leisurely, covering a small tomb.

Although the tomb is small, there is a wooden monument, and the letter "I love Lin Qingzhou" is written.

Lin Qingzhou, who was a few meters away, was stunned for a moment: "This... is my tomb."

Han Qi stood behind him: "Yes."

After he faked his death, he left without leaving a body. He never thought that someone would take care of his funeral.

Looking at that small tomb, it was a bit funny, he couldn't help laughing, but when he thought about it, Han Qi, who erected his tomb, must have been heartbroken at that time.

His heart was suddenly sour and soft.

Han Qi walked to his side with a face as heavy as water, flipped his wrist, and a palm wind swept across him.

The tomb suddenly exploded, sending mud and sand flying in all directions, raising a cloud of dust and smoke.

A long sword rose slowly in the flying dust and flew into Han Qi's hand.

Han Qi: "Your sword."

Lin Qingzhou was overjoyed, took the sword from Han Qi, looked left and right.

It was really his Snow Song Sword.

Originally thought that his real name sword had disappeared, but he did not expect to find it again.

Lin Qingzhou smiled, looked straight at Han Qi, and said sincerely:

"Thank you."

Looking at his smiling face, Han Qi couldn't help curling the corners of his lips slightly.

The bamboo forest is secluded, and the mist is misty.

The two looked at each other with unknowing affection in their eyes.

Suddenly, an exclamation broke the quiet and beautiful atmosphere——

"Sect Master, the disciple has something to report!"

A young monk with a strange face hurriedly walked to Han Qi from outside the bamboo forest.

His breath was slightly flustered, and he saluted: "Sect Master, Lishan Palace was attacked by Yutianzong at night. Except for the disciples who reported to the outside world, the whole family was slaughtered, and no one survived."

"According to disciple Chuanxin, Yu Tianzong has said that the next target is Qingxu Jianzong."

Han Qi's face darkened, and his expression was serious: "Okay."

The monk from Lishan Palace was seriously injured and was sent to Guangwei Daoist for treatment with only his last breath left.

Han Qi and Lin Qingzhou went straight to Guangwei Daoist's place.

I saw Yin Xibai lying on the sickbed, his face was pale, his clothes were stained with blood, he seemed to have suffered a serious internal injury.

Daoist Guangwei sat on the side, closed his eyes and concentrating, making a formula between his fingers, slowly delivering spiritual power to heal his injuries.

Lin Qingzhou and Han Qi looked at each other, walked out of the room without speaking.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the ground, which suppressed the clouds, and the whole Lingxiao Peak seemed to tremble for a moment.

The sound came from the mountain gate of Ling Xiaofeng, as if the mountain gate collapsed suddenly.

Han Qi frowned deeply: "It's really fast."

The author has something to say: Hey, I was locked to change the article, and I didn't write anything...

Not much nonsense, the ending is hehehehe

In addition, perhaps, there is no original owner at all...

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