Night Talk Hundred Stories

Qinghe and Hei Yao walked along the road pointed by Yan Luo for a while, but the road was cut off suddenly, and there was only a cliff in front of him, Qinghe was shocked, took Hei Yao's hand and walked over, looking along the high cliff, but Seeing a big river with black waves surging under the cliff, the bank of the river is a piece of green grass leaves, but it is the river of forgetfulness when Qinghe comes.

Qinghe blinked his eyes, and felt that the water of the Wangchuan River was faintly glowing, his heart moved, and he turned to look at Hei Yao: "Let's jump down?"

The young man just looked at him indifferently, without answering.

Qinghe was not annoyed, she turned her head and thought for a while, then said: "Let's go."

Hei Yao obediently was led by him, and the two jumped off the cliff together.

The momentary feeling of weightlessness made Qinghe grasp Hei Yao's hand subconsciously, and closed his eyes involuntarily, just waiting to fall into the seemingly icy cold river water.

However, there was no icy river water at all, and Qinghe felt as if she had stepped on the ground in the blink of an eye.He opened his eyes involuntarily, only then did he realize that he was already at the inn when he came.

Still holding the young man's dry and warm palm in his hand, his peaceful eyes fell on Hei Yao's sharp eyebrows, with some relief in his eyes: "I finally dragged you back..."

Hei Yao's expression was finally no longer so indifferent, he frowned slightly, with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes, he suddenly lowered his head to touch Qinghe's forehead: "Are you...happy?"

At this moment, Hei Yao is like a babbling child, he speaks intermittently, and seems to think for a long time every time he says a word, but Qinghe is very happy to see that he is no longer as emotionless as a puppet, and only frowned and said : "Well, very happy!"

Hei Yao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, when there was a light knock on the door, he said calmly, "You don't need to come in."

But the person outside the door didn't seem to have heard of it, he just pushed the door open and came in, looked up and saw two people hugging each other tightly, and said: "You really brought him back."

Qing He didn't know why he came here, but he also knew that he and Hei Yao were not his opponents, so he said with some anxiety, "What are you here for?"

The person who came was Pixiu, he didn't bring Pozhen by his side at the moment, he pointed to Qinghe's hand, "I'll take back my things."

Qinghe immediately remembered the imprint of the peach blossom in his hand, his ears turned slightly red, and he forgot about it, "That piece of jade... somehow got imprinted on my palm."

As he spoke, he broke away from Hei Yao's arm slightly, walked up to Pixiu, stretched out his right hand, and spread his palm flat in front of him: "Look."

On the young man's white and tender palm was a vivid peach blossom, which was in full bloom, showing a bit of enchanting style in his life, Pai Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the young man standing aside, stretched out his index finger slightly He tapped his temple, and said solemnly: "It looks like it can only be cut off with a knife."

Qinghe was taken aback by his serious look, but this thing didn't belong to him in the first place, so he only pursed his lips at this moment, and slightly turned his head away: "Yes."

Pixiu looked at the young man in front of him who was obviously a little scared but still pretended to be calm, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the nails on the five fingers of his right hand grew a lot in an instant, looking very sharp: "Then I will do it."

While speaking, he raised his hand to cut Qinghe's palm, but Qinghe's hand was quickly pulled away. When the two looked at it, they saw Hei Yao looked at Pixiu with a cold face, and then hugged Qinghe tightly. In his arms, only half of his face was exposed.

Qinghe naturally wouldn't break away again, just raised his head to look at Hei Yao, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened: "Hei Yao, it's okay."

"..." Hei Yao frowned, but remained silent, but his arms tightened a bit.

The three of them were in a stalemate for a moment, Pixiu suddenly withdrew his sharp claws, and his hands turned into ordinary people again, his expression has softened a lot, although he still looks very indifferent, but Qinghe always feels that he is laughing of.

Pixiu slightly shook his head, "Forget it, I won't tease you."

Qinghe poked his head out of Hei Yao's arms to look at him, a little puzzled, who are you kidding?

Perhaps because of being watched by Qinghe's clear and bright eyes, Pixiu felt a little uncomfortable, he covered his mouth with his hands, coughed lightly, and said: "This ruby ​​melted into your palm because it sucked your blood... ..." After a pause, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Do you know why I said this jade can lead you to find him?"

Seeing Qinghe shaking his head, Pixiu was not surprised, "This jade has sealed the last trace of his consciousness."

In the battle that day, Pixiu finally forcibly poured his ten thousand years of spiritual power into the body of Hei Lang, who was out of control. He found the last sliver of clear consciousness of Hei Lang when he found his altar, and sealed the runaway spiritual power in his body. There were actually two strands of spiritual power fighting in the black wolf's body, and they were forced to suppress immediately, which made the black wolf invincible, so that he was hooked by impermanence.

Then, Pixiu poured that trace of spiritual consciousness into the red jade, and when Qinghe entered the underworld, this trace of spiritual consciousness would lead Qinghe to where the black wolf was.

Qing He's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at Hei Yao with a hostile expression, the corner of his mouth became more and more curved: "Then... can you give it back to him?"

Pixiu nodded: "His consciousness, what do I want to do?"

Qinghe immediately stretched out his hand to him very happily: "Then cut it off!"

Seeing the joyful look on the face of the child who was still a little scared a moment ago, Pai Yao asked: "Are you not afraid anymore?"

"Not afraid!"

Pixiu pursed his lips, "If I really made a move, I'm afraid your Hei Yao will come up and bite me to death again."

Facing Hei Yao's already faintly angry face, Qinghe shrinks his neck, and suddenly turns his head to look at Pixiu: "Are you kidding me?"

Pixiu really showed a smile this time, and the look in his eyes was even brighter: "You saw it?" He said, covering his hand with Shangqing and his outstretched right hand, and silently recited a few verses , and saw a burst of red light shining in the palm of Qinghe, and a stream of silver light suddenly burst out from the red light, and immediately sank into the eyebrows of Hei Yao who was holding Qinghe tightly.

As the silver light entered between his brows, Hei Yao closed his eyes all of a sudden, his body swayed slightly, his arms holding Qing He were slightly loosened, his footsteps were stilted, as if he was about to fall due to exhaustion.

Qinghe hurriedly hugged him, but Hei Yao was still holding his left hand tightly with one hand, unable to break free, so it took a lot of effort to drag the dazed Hei Yao to the side of the bed, and then pushed him down on the bed, looking at the young man. With her eyes closed tightly, she glanced back at Pixiu, and Pixiu shook her head, "No problem."

He slowly opened his palm, and saw a piece of red jade lying quietly on it, Qinghe lowered his head to look at his palm again, it was as white as before, and the imprint of the peach blossom was gone.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and finally gave it back to him.On the other side, Pixiu looked at the young man who was still holding the young man's left hand tightly even though he fell into a coma, and he looked very relieved. Qing He looked at him and felt a little weird, as if those old demons came to him when he was in the mountains before. look at him.

Just thinking about it again, Pixiu is a fierce beast that was born according to the way of heaven at the beginning of the world, isn't it their elder... Then he lowered his eyebrows and said: "Thank you, Master Pixiu."

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