Taoist enchanting [cultivation]

There was a cool breeze blowing in the Dongming Palace, Qin Shi squatted on the roof, looking at the star-like lights in the ordinary disciple's room below.

He felt a little cold.

Qinghong's words still echoed in his ears.He held his pulse door with a dazed expression.

He suddenly didn't know where to go.

When he was a general, he knew that he would die one day, but because of his humble family background and estranged relatives, he was extraordinarily brave in every battle, regardless of his life.

Now that he has half of Xuan Yan's cultivation base, his lifespan has become endless.He was already ready to slowly plan for the future, but he was poured a basin of cold water.

If there is an emergency for Xuanyan, what is the use of his life?

The voice echoed obsessively in his ears.Qin Shi rubbed his ears, trying to erase the sound.

"Qin Daochang, the head of the sect has sent his disciples to bring clothes."

Two disciples came over with clothes in their hands. They were two thick cloaks, but they couldn't tell what kind of material they were made of.It is thought that Qinghong saw him in a daze in the nearby Yinyuan Palace, so he specially sent someone to bring him here.

Qin Shi didn't hear it at the beginning, and the disciple shouted several times with all his strength, and then he suddenly floated down.

It really floated down, his steps were weaker than ordinary disciples who had no foundation.The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them asked cautiously, "Daoist Qin, you..."

They originally wanted to persuade him to sit with the head of the sect, maybe the tricky and vicious Qinghong could make Qin Shi wake up.However, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

Qin Shi changed from Xuanyan's entourage to the general at the foot of the mountain, and then to the Taoist priest they had to treat well... His status changed too quickly, and they were a little at a loss.

Qin Shi waved his hands erratically, turned around and wanted to go back to his room to rest, but Xuan Yan's voice came from behind him:

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the elder like a mouse seeing a cat, the disciples all jumped up, bowed silently and ran away.Qin Shi stared blankly at him for a while, then realized that Xuanyan had returned to Dongming Palace, and under all kinds of thoughts, he said inexplicably:

"What are you doing back here?"

Xuan Yan frowned calmly, then slowly revealed a sword.

The sword is very clear, and under the pale moonlight, there is a faint blue cold light like water waves.At this time, the sword body was lying in Xuan Yan's hands, as if he was holding a blue moon.

Qin Shi was born in the army, and when he saw the blue color, he immediately frowned subconsciously and said, "This color is unlucky."

The extremely poisonous things in the mortal world, and the things he had only seen a few times to seal their throats when they saw blood, were all of this color.

Xuan Yan said indifferently: "There is nothing auspicious or unlucky, the weapon used to kill Xuan Lin, why should it be so beautiful."

He paused, and the topic quickly changed back.

"It's you, what were you doing just now?"

I miss you.

Qin Shi's face was not thick enough to speak directly, so he simply shut his mouth and stared at him without saying a word.

Xuan Yan looked at him, seeing that he didn't intend to speak, nor did he intend to force him, so he put away his sword and walked inside.Qin Shi became angry from embarrassment, opened his mouth and said:

"The moon is so beautiful tonight."

After speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the face.

A good rough man, how come he is like a literati in Yujing who recites poems and plays with the moon, talking nonsense when he sees the moon.

But no matter what, no matter how regretful he was, after a stick of incense, Xuan Yan sat with him on the roof with two jars of wine.

The Elder's Dongming Palace is in the northeast corner of Xuantian Mountain. Although it is separated by a deep mountain stream, the terrain is only a little lower than the head's Yinyuan Palace. Therefore, when sitting on the roof, you can see the stars and candles in the sky. No wonder Qin Shi looked away before.

"When was the last time we sat and drank like this?"

Xuan Yan asked a question out of the blue, but Qin Shi didn't think about it, but the scene of the two of them in the Shenwu Camp suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was also in the middle of the night, and the two lunatics went mad at Xueyue.

Suddenly a world away.

Xuan Yan patted open a jug of wine and handed it to him, and took another jug ​​himself, but held it in his hand and refused to drink.Qin Shi raised his head and took a big gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at him strangely: "Why don't you drink?"

"I thought of some ways to deal with Xuan Lin."

This is the topic that the two of them are most unwilling to face now. Qin Shi couldn't tell whether he felt guilty or heartbroken. He just heard him say: "I said before that I have my own way, and I didn't coax Qinghong to play. To clean up Xuanlin , to commemorate my brothers who died unjustly, even if they only have a cultivation base of more than 200 years, I have full confidence."

Qin Shi was overjoyed, and was about to ask him, but his eyes suddenly blurred.

Is it an illusion?

He opened his mouth, but felt his whole body was limp, unable to use any strength, even the hand holding the wine jar seemed boneless, and gradually let go of the wine jar, allowing its bones to roll out of the eaves, smashed to pieces on the ground, and the wine flowed freely .

Qin Shi fell beside him like mud, but his eyes were wide open, as if aware of his plan, trying to stop him.The Qingjun Xuanyan's outline is blurred, one becomes two, two becomes four.

He finally passed out.

Xuan Yan looked down at the wine jar he was carrying, and threw it with his hands, smashing it into pieces, and then waved his hands to signal the guard disciples who heard the sound to step back.

He picked up the cloak that Qin Shi had thrown aside casually, and gently wrapped it around Qin Shi's body.

——Just now, he and Qing Hong were discussing matters in Yinyuan Palace, and when they turned around, they saw Qin Shi who was in a daze on the roof.Qing Hong understood, and asked his disciples to prepare a cloak and bring it to him.

He hugged Qin Shi, because he lost more than 200 years of cultivation in a short period of time, and his arms were a little limp.But he still sent Qin Shi back to the house indifferently.

The moon was dim.

All the windows were carefully closed, Xuan Yan sat on the edge of the bed, and kissed him peacefully on the neck.

"Nice dream."

Half an hour later, Qinghong Xuanyan and his junior sister among the swordsmiths quietly appeared near Pulan.

The moonlight in the Gobi Desert splashed recklessly, Qinghong still had a playful smile, but he was no longer as unscrupulous as before.

The brother of the swordsmith was ordered by Qinghong to lurk near the shallow lake with a group of guard disciples to guard the treasure left by the ancestor Zhenyang.Xuanyan's new sword was cast from the Tianwai black iron he discovered before, Qinghong also went down to see it himself, and was very interested in the remaining treasures.

"The patriarch must have hidden a lot of treasures at the bottom of the lake, and he sent his disciples down to dig, maybe they can find more good things." Qing Hong rubbed his fists, caught a glimpse of everyone's strange expressions, and finally remembered the business, "Uncle, do you really want to find something good?" Do that?"

Xuanyan's expression was flat, "If you can find other ways, it won't be in vain for my hard work."

Qing Hong's expression became more and more serious.

"However, so many golden elixirs..."

With Xuanyan's reminder, the disciples had already searched in the water and found three golden pills left by Patriarch Zhenyang.It took a lot of effort to escort the golden elixir, Qinghong asked the disciples to keep quiet and only set up a tight siege around the lake to prevent anyone from stealing the golden elixir.

After the Tianwai Xuantie was lifted, the treasures exposed underneath were only the tip of the iceberg, and the golden elixir that could rapidly improve one's cultivation was just one of them.However, time was running out, and Qinghong had no intention of continuing to dig, so he asked Xuanyan again.

"Master Uncle, you entered the realm quickly when you replied, one is because you have broken through before, the other is because the black iron dagger is hidden next to your body, and the third is because Qin Shi accidentally opened up your meridians. This kind of great luck is very difficult to come by. The second time, let alone the golden elixir of the patriarch?"

Xuanyan threw a look of why there is no need to talk nonsense, Qinghong immediately shut up, and then silently glanced in the direction of Xuantian Mountain.

He is definitely not the one who most wishes Xuanyan to be safe and sound.People with such expectations are still lying on Xuantian Mountain.

Qing Hong ordered his disciples to send the swordsmith brothers and sisters back to the sect first, and then took out the Tai Chi gold seal.

"……let's start."