Zhijun Xiangu

观思

Ciyan Zhenren is almost as famous as the "Four Immortals" in the world of comprehension, and he is also the only one in the "Three Sacred Lands of Cultivation" who has not yet become a fairy. He has been famous in the world for almost 200 years, and his appearance is not as old as Yulin Xuanlei is average, able to maintain his face in a certain age group, so now he has the appearance of a middle-aged man.

Seeing Situ's serious appearance, Ci Yan couldn't help but smiled helplessly: "Little Situ, I've said it all. Strictly speaking, your seniority is higher than this seat. The etiquette is for outsiders to see. In your own home , why are you still so serious?"

Yun Qingyue, who was supposed to be considered an "outsider", suddenly felt a little complicated, she scratched her face involuntarily, and said, "The speech is real..."

Ci Yan turned around and smiled at him: "Yes, it's fine if you do this, there's no need to be too polite—Young Master Yun, right? This Guansi Pool was moved by senior Yu Lin from Kunlun Mountain when the Hengqing Sect was established. , it was born for thousands of years to collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its function is just like what I just said, but there are also disadvantages, mortals cannot use it, and it will sink to the bottom when entering the center of the pool..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yun Qingyue's brows slightly frowned, and immediately said with empathy: "But no matter what, it's still a pool. When you don't use it when you are idle, it is just a waste."

If Guan Sichi had his own wisdom, his head would be full of black lines at this moment, Yun Qingyue came back to her senses, and responded casually: "Really."

He didn't know how to tell Zhenren Ciyan that he wasn't thinking about this - just now when he heard "Yu Lin moved over", for a moment he wanted to steal the entire pool.

...Steal back to the palace.

Suddenly, the corners of Ci Yan's eyes twitched, his face turned bitter, and the next moment, there were bursts of shouts from outside: "Master! Where are you?! We just finished half of today's affairs, where did you go?! Master?!"

As the voice turned from far to near, the words became more and more flustered. He looked around and hurriedly said to Situ: "It's over, you know that Senior Brother Hao is here, go out and help the head lead him away, the head doesn't want to go back now .”

Situ was taken aback: "...Huh?"

Then he was pushed out mercilessly by his words.

Unexpectedly, Situ reacted quite quickly. Although he was stuttering, he still managed to take Zhihao away, and reminded Yun Qingyue of Shili—the head disciples are not usually tired, and they have to work part-time.

There were only two people left, he said: "The words are true, but do you have something to say?"

Ci Yan nodded: "Ah, the little girls were very excited before, and I am very curious. Now I see a real person—Mr. Yun is indeed Yushu Linfeng."

"... The real person praised it absurdly." Yun Qingyue was even more puzzled.

"I don't think so. After all, apart from the sword spirit disciples and a few other half-immortals, Yijian Pavilion has never left anyone to live in it. It has been like this for hundreds of years." Looking at Yun Qingyue, looking at Yun Qingyue, "You are the first one."

Yun Qingyue's heart suddenly missed a beat.

The breeze blew across the Guansi Pond, causing two ripples.

Ci Yan looked at Yun Qingyue who was in a daze, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who shared the blood of Yun Qingyue and stood here with him.

He has been regretting it for nearly 200 years—if he had been stronger and more decisive at that time, and stopped the junior who was determined to return to his dying country instead of being defeated by him, everything would have been different.

At least they don't even know how he died in the end.

"Bloodline is really a magical thing," he thought to himself, "it can make two people who have been separated for a long time with completely different appearances be inexplicably similar."

……

When Yun Qingyue received the medicine, she immediately glared at Xing Hui—this brat promised not to tell Yu Lin when he was in Xiangyang, but he leaked it later!

Xing Hui covered his mouth: "I didn't tell the master that this is the medicine I took myself."

Helping Yu Lin lie, he hugged the little fox tightly, fearing that Yun Qingyue would make a face and be carried away.

Yun Qingyue looked at him for a long time, doubtful, folded her arms and said: "It's fine if you don't take him away, you have to promise me something."

Early the next morning, Yu Lin stared at the exquisite hand stove on the table in his bedroom, feeling at a loss for the first time.

Think about how the entire Yijiange can do such a thing, except for Yun Qingyue, there is no one else, look at the workmanship and the ability to not disturb him, Xinghui must have participated.

Yu Lin summoned Xing Hui, and looked at Xing Hui with calm eyes that had almost the same effect as "Yun Qingyue's glare".

Xinghui looked at the roof and looked out of the window, and finally fixed his eyes on his toes, but refused to look at his master, he hesitated for a long time, and then said: "That's...not what I said..."

Because of some things in the past, Yu Lin's hands and feet were still cold even when Jiu Xia was facing the sun - no wonder everyone else felt that Yu Lin was cold, he really couldn't warm up.

But apart from Xing Hui, neither of the two apprentices knew about it, so how did Yun Qingyue know?

Then only he himself understands.

For a powerhouse of Yu Lin's level, cold hands and feet didn't seem to matter, but Yu Lin just hesitated for a moment, then picked up the hand stove.

Warmth at the touch.

The inside of the hand stove is full of complicated runes carved by the real person of Ciyan himself, which vividly turned this exquisite hand stove into a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

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Lin asked, "Where is Yun Qingyue?"

Xinghui: "I was still asleep just now."

"what happened?"

"He came back from the mountain last night with a strange expression on his face. I don't know if it's because he ran too far in one day."

Yu Lin frowned slightly: "...No."

The final situation did not seem to be as serious as what Xinghui said. After all, the two found Yun Qingyue in a remote square. Lanyue Jun, who was so versatile and attracted a group of children including Situ Zhifan, was so versatile. They are teaching them to weave grass butterflies.

The children in the fairy gate spend their days practicing swordsmanship, they have nothing to do, they are so bored that they are growing mushrooms.

"Fortunately, this is Mount Hua. If it were Mount Taibai, I would have to be carried down." Yun Qingyue said to Yu Lin.

People who are afraid of heights really can't afford to hurt.

"But it's also good, maybe Yulin won't see the real reason why I'm not right." Lanyue Jun was weaving grasshoppers, thinking a little uneasy.

Yu Lin looked at the corners of his clothes that were soaked in snow: "Go out when it's snowing... remember to bring an umbrella."

……

The little fox nimbly ran up to the shelf, trying to push the rectangular box down, Xing Hui was shocked, Yun Qingyue quickly grabbed the little fox back.

"Little ancestor, this is not for you to play with." Xing Hui carefully carried the box down, "This is a very important thing for the master, who is older than me!"

Yun Qingyue put the little fox on her shoulder, and asked with interest: "What is it?"

Xing Hui dodged Yun Qingyue's hand: "Answer me honestly first, does that medicine work? Don't lie, tell me... what color is this?"

Xinghui pointed at Situ's hairband, Yun Qingyue glanced twice: "It's blue."

"He lied to you," Xinghui just wanted to show joy, and Zhifan, who had been silently practicing drawing talismans with his senior brother, pierced Yun Qingyue mercilessly against the faint bluish marks on his face, "I found out before that Now, the only color he can recognize is turquoise."

Xing Hui was stunned, suddenly his hand was empty, and Yun Qingyue touched the box in his hand. He said righteously: "Anyway, I will give it to me, and I will give it to me whether I ask or not." Opening the box, he glanced at it. past.

"Paper umbrella?"

The box is made of the most anti-corrosion "Shuishui sandalwood", and it emits a faint blue light when touched. I don't know if Yulin personally arranged several layers of curse seals, but the inside is placed on the silk cloth tightly. It looks like the most common oil-paper umbrella. There are only a few strokes on the white background of the umbrella surface, and two bamboos are drawn casually, but I heard Xinghui talk about the age of this umbrella...

Yun Qingyue caressed the surface of the umbrella with her slender fingers, and the image of Yu Lin holding an umbrella 500 years ago involuntarily appeared in her mind.

He took out the umbrella and opened it, and couldn't help but whispered in a gentle and visible tone: "...It's very beautiful."

Yu Lin, who declared that he had already settled down in his room, suddenly opened his eyes—a dignified half-immortal, who almost lost his breath.

……

The little fox ran around in the Yijiange all day long, always finding things that could hardly be remembered when the stars came back, this day it took a roll of bamboo slips that it did not know where it found, and burrowed back to Yunqingyue The room in the room is arched like a treasure, and the mouth can still make a clear "chi chi chi" sound when something is in its mouth.

Yun Qingyue put down the box containing the paper umbrella, and said helplessly, "Okay, I know the little yellow chicken, um, what is this?"

He picked up the bamboo slips, and was pushed open after a quick knock on the door. When Xing Hui came in and saw the little fox and the bamboo slips were there, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were running away with your mouth in your mouth, you were scared to death." me."

Yun Qingyue looked at the bamboo slips for a few times, but found nothing special, so she asked Xing Hui: "What is this?"

Xinghui: "Bamboo slips." His tone was still contemptuous, as if to say "You don't even know this?".

When Yun Qingyue gritted her teeth and almost threw the bamboo slips back to Xinghui's head, Xinghui said again: "It was left by Master Yuan Hang, but even the master couldn't open it, so he had to leave it like this for so many years."

Yun Qingyue hastily withdrew the hand that almost threw the bamboo slips out.

Yuan Hang, the head of Tianyin Palace, one of the three holy places in the original comprehension world, passed away 500 years ago. The half-immortal, who had supported himself for 500 years in the period when the most talented people in the cultivation world was withered, acted in a way so absurd that only unofficial history dared to record it.

But Yun Qingyue only cares about one thing, he is Yu Lin's master.

The tie that tied the bamboo slips was loosened by the little fox just now, Yun Qingyue retracted her hand to wipe off the drool on the bamboo slips, but the bamboo slips suddenly fell apart!

Yun Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and Xinghui quickly poked his head over to stare at the bamboo slips in surprise. However, there was not even a single word on it, but he still asked Yun Qingyue unwillingly: "How is it? Can you see anything?" ?!"

Yun Qingyue was silent for a while, then replied: "No."

"What's going on here?" Xing Hui scratched his hair in confusion, "No, I have to ask the master!"

Xing Hui's hurried footsteps gradually drifted away, Yun Qingyue stretched out her hand to scratch the little fox's ear, and said softly: "You are obedient, you have been looking in this direction but you have not made a sound, you must be able to see it too ..."

"Although I don't know what you are talking to, I guess it is a very rare spiritual pet. It is really strange. The spiritual pet can listen to ordinary people. It must be very obedient."

Yun Qingyue raised her eyes, and looked at the phantom figure sitting cross-legged not far in front of him: "The most strange thing, isn't this bamboo slip opened by me, a mortal, that actually contains the 'soul' of Yuanhang real person?"