Nan Rongqi turned back in shock, only to see Xiao Yihe let out a long breath, fell into Xue Xuanwei's arms, and closed his eyes drowsily.
Even though he had several wounds on his body and was extremely tired, subconsciously, he was still maintaining the operation of several rounds of the Spirit Extinguishing Formation. Xue Xuan frowned slightly, and raised his finger to touch his forehead, forcing him to fall into a deep sleep.
"They are not worth your effort." He said, "Go to sleep."
Xiao Yihe's tense arms suddenly went limp, and the brilliance of the Extinguishing Spirit Formation flickered, and then quickly dimmed. Those corpses imprisoned in the mountain forest were unrestrained, like bees coming out of their nests, rushing in all directions.
At the same time, countless auras of spiritual light came from all directions, and one after another, the message spirit flowers smashed on everyone's heads and faces. All the disciples who stayed behind in various sects sent flying letters, and a large number of corpses poured out from all over the Dao, asking for help. All members of the Wanfa Association returned to the sect to help.
The eyes of Guixu between the sky and the sky are still lingering with blood, while the Xiaojia people on the ground are shouting loudly, "Father's debt is paid by son".
It seems that the disaster of annihilation 70 years ago is really repeated.
Xue Xuanwei picked up Xiao Yihe who was sleeping, turned around, but was forced to stop by several sword blades.
The elders of the various sect masters blocked his way. They looked at Xiao Yihe with guarded and confused eyes. In a scuffle, people were not people, ghosts were not ghosts, and the most suspicious one was this young man.
Just now everyone saw the fight between him and the phantom. The two swordsmanship was delightful, but some people recognized that it was the legacy of "Tianji swordsmanship".
"Step aside."
The patriarchs hesitated for a moment, but still stood still: "Sect Master Xue, now that a catastrophe is imminent, you should work together with us in the beginning—this person possesses supernatural powers, his identity is unknown and very suspicious, and he has a lot to do with that devil! Sect Master Xue handed him over to the Taoist sect to take care of him."
"Take care together?" Xue Xuanwei's eyes sank, "Should we take care of them together, or destroy them together?"
"What is the meaning of Sect Master Xue's words, you and I are both thinking about the Taoist sect..."
Xu Shi Xiao Yihe was disturbed by the noise of the crowd, he turned his head and buried himself in, Xue Xuanwei suppressed his heartbeat immediately, and protected the two clusters of spiritual energy around his ears, like a pair of big soft palms covering his ears.
Then he turned around and handed him to Nan Rongqi. Nan Rongqi took it with a dazed expression on his face, and was about to ask where he was going to take him, when suddenly a sword glowed in front of him—"Inch heart is not ignorant" A sword blasted away the crowd, and it flew back to Xue Xuanwei's hands with a clang and howl.
All the patriarchs and elders are considered to have heads and faces. At this time, half of the robes and trousers below the knees were cut off by the sword light, and everyone bent over and grabbed the hem of the broken trousers with red faces: "Xue, Xue Xuanwei! You—"
Nan Rongqi was dumbfounded, and then his hands were empty: "Hey? Hey!"
Before the person in his arms was warm, Xue Xuanwei stretched out his hand to take the person back. Hearing Xiao Yihe's slightly heavy breathing, he couldn't help but lighten his tone: "What does Taoism have to do with me, I only ask for him."
He threw his long sword and was about to climb up, when suddenly a voice came from behind: "Xuanwei!"
Xue Xuan turned his head slightly, and saw Chao Xizhi who was rushing up the mountain. He was alone, and there was no figure of Chao Wendao behind him. It may be that he had suffered a lot on the way, his cuffs were stained at the corner, and his hair was messy.
Chao Xizhi still had a gentle and soft appearance. He ran up panting, stumbled twice on the stone steps, and walked in front of Xue Xuanwei, looked at him anxiously, then moved his eyes down to his arms The pale boy's face.
At that moment, he seemed to be holding his breath a little bit.
He had just recovered from a serious injury, and traveled thousands of miles to Qingjingzong, and Chao Wendao regarded him as his father and teacher, and it was impossible for him to leave his side for no reason. Corpse Luanwu, how did he come up?
Xue Xuanwei suddenly realized something, and asked in a deep voice, "Who did you meet on the road, and what did you know?"
"..." Chao Xizhi paused, the phantom that fell from the sky flashed in his mind, he looked at Xiao Yihe's face and stretched out his hand, there was a look in his eyes that Xue Xuanwei was very familiar with, "Xuanwei, I, I Can I see him..."
Xue Xuanwei suddenly turned cold, took a step back suddenly, tried his best to hold down the ready-to-strike sword in his hand, stared at Chao Xizhi, and said coldly: "Who are you now?"
Chao Xizhi was silent for a long time, the loss in the corner of his eyes flashed, he opened his mouth with difficulty: "I... I don't know... I seem to remember something, did I do a lot of wrong things before?"
He really didn't know that during the days when he was recovering from his injuries, he always dreamed of some scenes intermittently. Although it is not true, every time he wakes up, he feels a tingling pain in his heart. He is confused and wants to ask for an answer.
When he was feeling confused, the answer came unexpectedly——
After decades of working for Chao Xizhi, someone suddenly told him that he was separated from the world by a sea of blood, and he also bears a deep hatred with Xue Xuanwei.
"Chao Xizhi." Xue Xuanwei woke him up abruptly, and Chao Xizhi looked up in panic, seeing his deep eyes. A faint golden glow fell, forming two rings of curses that restricted spiritual power on Chao Xizhi's wrists, "Go back to the Sword Sect in the early days, and don't leave the Flower Viewing Hall without my permission."
"Nan Rongqi!" he shouted, "escort Xizhi back to the mountain."
"Ah? I..." Nan Rongqi was summoned inexplicably, and Xue Xuan gave him a serious look, so he had no choice but to respond, "Oh."
Chao Xizhi followed closely: "Xuan Wei!"
"It's a pity." Xue Xuanwei closed his eyes suddenly, and interrupted him, "No matter what someone told you, but you and I have been in love for decades, I don't want to treat you as that person. So when Yihe woke up Before making a decision, it's best for you and me to see each other... I don't want to hurt you, so please don't embarrass me."
Chao Xizhi opened his mouth, knowing that everything is hard to change, so he could only swallow silently: "...OK."
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At the same time, on a mountaintop a hundred miles away from Qing Jingzong, under a lush giant tree, hung a swing made of twisted vines.
A shadow of Daisy sits quietly on the swing, overlooking the mountains and green waves in the distance. An exquisite puppet in snow clothes stood on his knees, dancing and dancing, and was singing to the climax, it suddenly stopped and looked towards the edge of the dense forest.
The man in black also turned his head, seeing the shadow of the tree shake, and a phantom walked out.
The little puppet hides in the cuff of Dai Yi.
Xu Ying grabbed it and shook it twice in front of his eyes: "Obviously I enlightened you, why do you look like a mouse every time you see me? What's so good about him, you are so close to him, Both of you are puppets I made."
"A big puppet," Xu Ying threw it up and grabbed it again, "a small puppet."
The little puppet kicked around, and was busy covering his head so that it would not be thrown out. A pair of agate eyes reflected the sparkling light, and cried to the man in black for help.
"Xiao Liang, you scared it." The man in dai shook his hands and rescued it from the phantom. The puppet immediately scrambled into his chest, only showing half of his trembling eyes, not much. Yes, even the eye is hidden.
Xiao Liang sneered: "It's just a little puppet for the big puppet's company, what does it know about being afraid?"
Ning Wuzhi looked at him for a while, his eyes stopped at his waist where a hole had been broken, and asked indifferently: "Why didn't you kill him and take his soul back. You are so troublesome, be careful not to waste your previous efforts."
Xiao Liang picked up a small jade flute that was left on the swing by the puppet, it was only as long as a finger, he held it in his palm and played with it for a while: "I can't kill him, but he will still die." He turned his head in amazement, "Ning Wuzhi, you are so far away, but you know it well. Who made the microphone for you?"
Ning Wuzhi raised his hand to caress the front of his chest, the puppet inside trembled even more.
Xiao Liang said: "No wonder they sang and danced just now, they were so frightened when they saw me, they must have choreographed me behind the scenes - what's the matter, is this play good?"
Ning Wuzhi blinked calmly, unable to comment.
Xiao Liang sneered, and threw the little jade flute in his hands over: "That's right, I asked you what you do, but you are just a puppet I made for my cultivation."
Ning Wuzhi took Xiao Xiao, pinched a section and put it into the skirt, the puppet inside happily held it with both hands, and quickly pulled it in. He looked at Xiao Liang again, his tone was calm: "You are injured, do you want to come back?"
"Are you worried about me?"
Xiao Liang looked up at him, no trace of struggle and resistance could be found in Ning Wuzhi's eyes, and naturally there was no longer the warmth he once had.
He seemed to be recalling something, and a look of constriction rose in his eyes: "You are very obedient now, unlike before, you would rather die than surrender, and you can still say something with a raised eyebrow if you have broken a few fingers... If it weren't for you This body is very suitable for my self-cultivation, I just want to break your hands and feet, hang you up and drain your blood, and see if you can continue to discuss with me with this mouth!"
Ning Wuzhi didn't feel much about the broken limbs he said, on the contrary, he was very interested in another word he mentioned.
"Dao?" Ning Wuzhi didn't understand.
He was no longer the original Ning Wuzhi, but a puppet made by a secret method that could speak and dance when his body was about to die. The original consciousness has long since dissipated, and now it is just a temporary body of Xiao Liang, occasionally talking to him to relieve boredom, essentially no different from the little puppet in his arms.
He asked, "What is the Tao?"
"road--"
In the next moment, Ning Wuzhi's pupils suddenly dilated, and after a while they recondensed.
Then he reached into his arms and lifted the trembling puppet upside down again. Seeing him back in Ning Wuzhi's body, the little puppet didn't dare to make a fuss and pretended to be dead without the amulet.
He put the little puppet into a fairy-like posture, and the calm and indifferent face on his face turned sharp and narrow: "How can there be Tao in this world? If there is no way - I am the Tao."
The puppet was tall and erect, stiff and motionless.
Xiao Liang, who returned to Ning Wuzhi's body, poked it hard and saw that it was crumbling: "Aren't you able to talk to him and have something to talk about? Why don't you have a word with me? Talk, if you don't talk, just talk to me. Throw you into the fire pit and burn it as firewood."
Xiao Ou didn't know what to say, he wanted to cry but had no tears, he hoped that Ning Wuzhi would come back, and Xiao Liang would go away quickly.
Seeing that he really grabbed a handful of dead grass and lit a pile of flames, he picked it up by the back and set it on the scorching flames. The little puppet's toes were hot, and she jumped up in fright, and grabbed Xiao Liang's forearm with all four limbs, crying: "You are the Tao, you are the Tao! Don't throw me in..."
Only then was Xiao Liang satisfied, and put it back into the lapel of his shirt, and patted it through the clothes: "Okay, good boy."
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On the other side, Xiao Yihe was carried all the way back to the Sword Sect of Absolute Beginning.
Beneath him was a soft, thick bed.
Even though Xue Xuanwei has a lot of money, he practiced quietly all the year round, rarely slept in bed, and didn't care about showing his identity. But it doesn't prevent the disciples from insisting on building a high hall and a wide bed for him - if other suzerains have it, he will naturally have it.
The curtains in the back room of Fuyun Hall were heavy, and the cloud couch that could sleep three people was not crowded, and the shapeless Xiao Yihe slept on it like a narrow bed.
An hour ago, Xue Xuanwei lost his spiritual power for him once, put him upright and covered him with a quilt, and left the inner hall to discuss matters with everyone; when he came back an hour later, the quilt had already slipped to the ground, and the people underneath were even worse. It's head to tail upside down, messed up.
Xue Xuan sighed slightly, and put the jade bowl in his hand on the small table beside the couch.
There was already a bowl of sweet water on the table, and the charm was attached to it to keep it warm, just in case he would wake up thirsty halfway, and he was not around, so he could touch the water bowl within reach, without having to get out of bed and run around.
It's a pity that this bowl of sweet water has been changed back and forth dozens of times, with more than a dozen different flavors, but it is always smooth and stable without being passive.
Xiao Yihe didn't sleep well at all, every time he came back he always saw him sleeping in different positions, but he just refused to open his eyes.
"After sleeping for three days, brother should wake up, right?" Xue Xuan took out a small knife in his sleeve, cut a line between his wrists, and when warm blood gushed out, he passed it to Xiao Yihe's lips, "Open your mouth. "
Xiao Yihe turned around and turned to the inside.
"Senior brother, be obedient." Xue Xuanwei folded his shoulders and turned him back, leaned down and stared deeply at his sleeping face, his gaze stayed for a while, until the blood on his wrist fell heavily, following Xiao Yihe's closed door overflowing lips.
He rubbed it with his thumb, rubbing away a smear of redness.
This soft-soft and gorgeous pierced the bottom of his eyes, his fingers trembled and slid out, accidentally drew the scarlet color out of the border, and smeared it on the corners of his mouth and cheeks like rouge. Xue Xuanwei breathed heavily, sucked the wound on his wrist, then bowed his head, and half-feeded and half-kissed a mouthful of blood into his mouth.
The breaths of the two intertwined, their lips and teeth blended together, Xiao Yihe's throat rolled up and down, swallowing instinctively.
It was originally intended to cross the blood, but later it completely deviated from the original intention. A flexible and warm tongue pierced in, hooking and provoking wantonly. Xiao Yihe raised his neck slightly, involuntarily pursuing happiness.
It may be that his innocent and voluptuous demeanor stimulated Xue Xuanwei again, he raised his finger to caress the red mole on Xiao Yihe's earlobe, while his subordinates were playing with each other, they kissed more urgently.
He changed from tenderness to a turbulent storm, forcing Xiao Yihe to be out of breath in his sleep, wanting to escape, but he was grabbed by the back of the head with a palm, and forcefully led into more brutal desires.
The chest was slightly cold, and the layers of collars were easily peeled off.
However, Xue Xuanwei moved the kiss-kiss-to the ear, held the ear a little and bit it lightly: "Senior brother..."
The hot blood rushed to his head, Xiao Yihe's limbs were weak, his breathing was trembling, as if he was drowning in the vast ocean, he couldn't breathe, the huge waves were tossing, he became more and more swollen in the stimulation of the swaying, he really couldn't stand it like this Liao, took a sharp breath, and opened his eyes.
After panting a few times, he regained his focus from his absence, felt the corners of his lips swell, and saw that his clothes were opened wide, so he shifted his gaze and settled on the person who was leaning on him, opened his mouth, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "... ...what are you doing?"
Xue Xuan looked at him condescendingly: "Brother, are you awake?"
Xiao Yihe closed his hot eyes: "No!"
Xue Xuanwei lowered his head and fed another mouthful of blood into it. After rubbing his lips and tongue for a while, Xiao Yihe's throat was forced to swallow continuously. His lips and tongue were so numb that he didn't feel like himself. Seeing that Xue Xuanwei was coming again, he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his chest: "Shut up, wake up!"
A chuckle came from next to his ear, Xue Xuan slightly pecked and kissed his cheeks twice, then turned over and sat up, brushed off the wound on his wrist, and he was the upright, elegant and cold Sect Master Xue who held his own body again, just like the general just now The hooligan he played with was not him.
Xue Xuanwei brought a bowl of sweet water, Xiao Yihe started to drink it, and it took a long time to come back to his senses: "Where is this?"
Xue Xuan wiped the corner of his mouth slightly: "Fuyun Palace."
Xiao Yihe nodded, and was sat up by Xue Xuanwei's shoulders. He leaned on the soft pillow and looked around, seeing that the inner hall was dim: "Why are the windows and doors closed? It's too stuffy, please open it. I didn't have a good time when I came last time." Take a look at where you live."
Xue Xuanwei had no choice but to open a side window for him, Xiao Yihe looked out - when he first climbed Fuyun Peak, the top of the mountain was still full of greenery, but now it is a bit bleak, with fine snowflakes flying and sweeping away. Entering the hall, it landed on Xiao Yihe's shoulders.
In the distance, there was still a smear of blood red floating in the sky, and the eyes of Lunguixu had grown several times in size in a few days.
He asked, "What day is it today? What's the situation outside?"
Xue Xuan was slightly taken aback.
Xiao Yihe smiled: "Don't pretend, I know, didn't he say that you are limited to seven days to think about it. He and I... are the same, always keep what they say, and once the seven days come, he will definitely turn the world upside down—— So good junior brother, what day is today?"
Xue Xuan was silent for a moment, then answered him: "The fourth day."
"Hmm." Xiao Yihe pondered for a while, "Where is Chao Xizhi, I want to see him."