Abandoned Immortals

Although Yu Lianxin verbally said that she would go to Dongming with Dong Mingle, in fact, she found an excuse to leave alone as soon as she left the piano building.

Dong Mingle didn't continue to pester her, and after watching her go away, he followed his attendants back to Dong Ming's.

The next few days were relatively calm, Yu Lian didn't go anywhere, she would sit in the tea house every day, the shopkeeper knew her, seeing that Que Qingyun had brought her here, he took good care of her.

But for half a month, she didn't see Que Qingyun once.

Not long after, new news came out:

The patriarch of the Dongming clan delegated power and officially established the identity of Dongmingle's successor.

Dongming was happy to get Shangfang's sword, and began to rectify the Shenzhu faction, and the dark threads buried in the Dongming clan were activated one after another.

In just a few days, the internal affairs of the Dongming Clan were in dire straits.

The Shenzhu faction fell down, many of them collapsed, and many of them were grasped by Dong Mingle with definite evidence that was harmful to the Dongming clan. They obtained inspection orders from the patriarch, and key figures fell one after another, causing countless deaths and injuries.

These people didn't even know where the many masters behind Dong Mingle came from.

During the three years when Dong Mingle disappeared and recuperated, the advantage they thought they had created was shattered like a bubble in an instant.

There were people coming and going in the teahouse, Yu Lian was wearing a bamboo hat, sitting in an inconspicuous corner, with her eyelids half drooped, watching all directions and listening to all directions, and within a short while she had a general idea of ​​the turbulent situation in the Dongming clan.

In terms of means and city government, no one in the Dongming clan can match it.

The civil strife in the Dongming family has subsided, and this is the last time Yu Lianxin comes to the tea house to drink tea.

After today, she will set off to head west to Dao Yanzong to find the spiritual heir of the Wuxiang God Trace Realm, and ask what happened 20 years ago, and how Que Qingyun came back from the dead.

She put down the teacup, and suddenly heard whispers in the tea house hall.

Then he felt something, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Que Qingyun, dressed in white, coming from outside the hall, meeting the shopkeeper, and walking towards the stairs naturally.

When stepping on the wooden steps, the fairy in white suddenly turned his eyes sideways, and his gaze crossed the hall, colliding with the person sitting in the corner.

Yu Lian immediately clenched the teacup tightly in her heart, and her palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat unconsciously.

But immediately, Que Qingyun withdrew his gaze and went upstairs steadily.

The raised heart slowly fell, but the chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and the feeling of dull pain lingered for a long time.

After sitting for a while, the tea in the cup had cooled down, and Yu Lian let out a deep breath, stood up while supporting the table, and stepped up the wooden steps to the previous elegant room.

She stood in front of the door curtain, paused for a while, and finally knocked on the door frame pretending to be calm and casual.

The people in the room seemed to have expected her to come, so they said shallowly: "Please come in."

The tone is flat and without waves.

Yu Lian opened the door curtain heartily, and her gaze fell on the man in white beside the table.

The furnishings in the house are still the same, she lifted her face, walked slowly into the hall, her eyebrows curved beautifully, and said with a smile: "Just now I saw Sister Fairy downstairs, remembering that the agreement a few days ago has not been fulfilled, so I came here to disturb you."

Que Qingyun raised his eyes, his gaze only stayed on her face for a moment, and then he lowered it soon.

With a dull expression, she took a sip of tea slowly, opened her thin and shallow lips, and expressed her welcome with precious words: "Sit."

I don't know if it was Yu Lian's illusion, but she felt that Que Qingyun was extraordinarily cold today.

Yu Lian didn't mind her attitude, so she sat down carelessly across from her, picked up the teapot familiarly, opened an upside-down teacup, and filled herself with tea soup.

She moved her nose, smiled with her eyes slightly bent, and picked up a topic at random: "This tea is very fragrant. It doesn't smell like the Ziyou Spring produced by Dongming, but it seems to come from the southwest of Central Earth."

When Que Qingyun heard the words, he seemed to be surprised, but also a little bit interested, so he put down the teacup, and asked her with a smile: "Miss Yu actually has research on tea?"

"I can't talk about research." Yu Lian was very humble, "However, ten years ago, I didn't have a physical body. When I traveled between heaven and earth with a soul body, I went to the southwest and smelled similar tea."

There is no physical body yet, and he travels in the world with his soul.

Que Qingyun frowned slightly, and relaxed after a while.

The five fingers holding the cup unconsciously tightened until the knuckles turned white, and then she raised her eyes, and her tone of voice was two points more imperceptible than before: "Girl Yu has an amazing memory, and she can tell the source of the tea just by smelling it. "

"This is indeed a specialty of the Yanquan area in Yuzhou, Southwest China. It's called Ziyan."

Que Qingyun seldom uttered so many words in a single sentence. Yu Lian looked at her carefully, raised his glass at the same time, took a sip from the tea cup, and then answered: "So it's Ziyan, a famous product of Yanquan Mountain."

After a short pause, she continued to follow the words: "My teacher also likes to drink tea. If I pass by Yanquan next time, I will collect a few catties for my teacher. When I find her in the future, I will brew it for her."

The eyes of the person sitting opposite him slightly swelled, and he replied: "It must be a pleasure to have Master remembered so much by you."

When she said this, the drooping long eyelashes concealed the melancholy deep in her pupils, and in Yu Lian's eyes, she still looked calm and indifferent.

Yu Lian let out a "huh" in her heart, her eyes closely followed Que Qingyun's, but she couldn't see any clues from it.

A long, long time ago, she could not discern Que Qingyun's thoughts. If this person deliberately concealed something, he would pretend to be perfect in front of her.

Dong Mingle's speculation revived her heart, but Que Qingyun's calmness and indifference, like a basin of cold water, woke her up.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

The important thing is that she was sure that the woman in front of her who called herself Ye Qingyun was her master.

No matter the reason for forgetting her, Que Qingyun is still Que Qingyun, she will not admit the wrong person, and she will never be willing to be the forgotten one.

Que Qingyun was silent, and suddenly heard a chuckle from Yu Lian's heart.

Then I saw that person picked up the teapot, brewed a bowl of hot tea, and slowly poured the bright and clear tea soup into her bowl.

She raised her eyes to look at Yu Lianxin, who smiled, poured tea, and nodded to her: "Please use it."

Que Qingyun suddenly didn't know how to respond, her hands retracted into her sleeves, her five fingers curled up, her nails dug into her palms, and the slight tingling crushed the confusion, so she replied softly: "Thank you."

Yuxi filled herself with tea again, put down the teapot casually, and asked Que Qingyun, "Sister Fairy, have you heard of the Tinglan Sect?"

"I've heard something." Que Qingyun lowered his eyebrows, quietly watching the rising and falling tea soup, his voice was gentle, and it sounded a little gentle, "Before the natural disaster, there were ten immortal sects in the world, and Tinglan ranked last."

She sighed: "It's a pity that after the natural disaster, the world is full of devastation, the top ten immortal sects have fallen apart, and the Tinglan sect has disappeared."

Those elders and disciples died or were injured in the disaster, and then they were displaced and scattered in the world.

Decades later, the mountain gate of Tinglan Sect has long been ruined, and even the stone tablet in front of the mountain has been broken in two, and the word "Tinglan" has been annihilated in the world.

The general trend is the general trend, there is nothing to be sad and melancholy, but when they came out of Tinglan, they never thought about saying goodbye forever, and they never went back.

The two sentences that Que Qingyun answered her are well known to the world, so it is not surprising.

Yu Lian leaned her elbows on the table, held her face up, and her eyes showed a look of remembrance: "I was born without father and mother, I grew up in Tinglan Sect, and I lived with my master since I was a child. "

Seemingly only sharing her past with others, Yu Lian's voice is very soft, not caring whether such an act of opening up her heart is unusual or not.

Que Qingyun couldn't help staring at her.

"I told Sister Fairy before that Master is the most important person to me." Yu Lian tilted her head and looked at the half-open wooden window, just as a curled and yellowed leaf flew by in the wind and landed on the on the ground.

"Master took me to practice, taught me to follow my own heart, not to succumb to sinister people's hearts and pedantic etiquette, and told me to face my inner likes and dislikes honestly, and also picked up my original aspirations that I had lost several times over the years."

Whether the other party is willing to listen or not, she said a lot in one breath. It might be difficult for her to be so frank in front of the master, but with the misty window in between, everything will be logical.

"Because of my selfishness and obsession, I made a lot of mistakes at the beginning. Now that I think about it, I feel ashamed and regretful." Yu Lian leaned down on the low table, tilted her head and looked at Que Qingyun from bottom to top.

A beam of light just came in through the window and fell on the neat shoulders of the man in white. The shadows overlapped, clean and bright.

"If there is a chance, I hope to say these words to Master personally, and ask her to forgive me for being selfish and willful."

Her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but want to cry when she thought of the blood talisman Que Qingyun engraved behind her at the end when the thunder clouds rolled.

In fact, she is not a person who loves to cry. She has experienced ups and downs, ups and downs in her life, and she dare not say that she has seen through the world of mortals. At least her mood is quite different from the past.

But no matter how she grows up and how she feels, whenever she thinks of Master, it still touches the deepest and softest part of her heart.

She stared into Que Qingyun's eyes, as if she wanted to look into another person's heart through that window.

But those eyes were quiet and silent, rolling like a whirlpool, bottomless.

Que Qingyun met her gaze and did not avoid it. After a long time, Fang said in a comforting tone: "If you have a heart, you will live up to it. You two, master and apprentice, will meet again one day."

The corners of Yu Lian's lips curled up, and she smiled slightly at her, her tone suddenly became brisk again: "Then I will borrow a good word from Sister Fairy."

After finishing speaking, she swept away her lonely and depressed attitude before, giggled and said: "If I see Master, I must introduce Sister Fairy to Master, otherwise, you will not know how much you look alike."

Que Qingyun tugged at the corner of his lips, and responded warmly: "Really?"

"It's not just the appearance." Yu Lian wrinkled her nose and exaggerated her expression, "Even the tone of speech is exactly the same, it's almost carved out of the same mold."

"You said that, I'm also a little curious."

Que Qingyun's eyes sparkled softly, and his voice was soft and shallow.

At this moment, there was a tacit understanding, and there was an answer ready to come out.

But it can't, and it doesn't need to be broken.

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