After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Fortunately, nothing that frightened him happened. Seeing the group of people leave as he wished, he let out a long sigh of relief, and instantly felt that his breathing became easier.

Finally able to live a stable life.

Xue Mastiff rubbed his palms together and sighed flatteringly in his heart.

The white tiger jumped onto the Xuelang rocky cliff, squatted down beside the young man, looked at their receding backs and reminded: "Master, did you forget something?"

Knowing that he was saying that he hadn't untied the seal that suppressed Xu Qingyi's cultivation base, Su Wan raised her lips and smiled lightly: "It was intentional."

"Ok?"

Baihu looked up at him in puzzlement, his golden eyes didn't blink.

The person in the cloud seemed to look sideways, the jade string on his wrist slid to the position of the metacarpal, and the bamboo joints swayed clear and clear.

"For some reason, I always feel that something is wrong."

Averting his gaze from a distance, Su Wan lowered his head to look at the well-textured rocks under his feet. This slow attitude was obviously thoughtful.

"Master, did you mean that Lord Qingxiao invited you to meet him?"

"It's not just this. Elder He told me earlier that because of the evil intentions of the disciples under the master's seat, in order to take the shortcut of refining beasts, he betrayed the master's sect and wanted to establish his own sect. As a result, Fuyu Mountain was full of corpses and blood flowed , Many innocent people died tragically, and Nanhua Dao has plummeted since then, so Lord Qing Xiao tried his best to restore the former glory of Nanhua Dao, so as to prove that the decision made by his senior brother was wrong."

"There is still such a past? No wonder Nanhua Dao not only hates the beast refiners, but even took his anger on us."

"Because of this, he used extreme means to train his disciples, sharpened them hard on the blade, and never allowed them to have any flaws in their abilities. Who would have thought that in the end, the two disciples he carefully cultivated and was most optimistic about, one died. The soul is destroyed, and one becomes a silver dragon, this is equivalent to his many years of painstaking efforts in vain, and it is a devastating blow."

"I understand. This is why Master asked Chang Shu to find Yue Zhi first."

"I don't know what Lord Qingxiao thinks of Xu Qingyi who has become a dragon, and I don't know what he will do to Xu Qingyi." He paused for a few seconds and continued, "I once imagined that Xu Qingyi was brought by him since childhood." As a personal disciple who was brought up, he had to accept the facts even in view of his friendship for so many years, but as a persistent person like him, his reaction to Xu Qingyi's transformation into a dragon seemed a bit too flat, even Not even the slightest bit of entanglement."

"Master wants to..."

"I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in Qingxiao Lord's gourd?"

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The mountains are stacked, the peaks and forests are soaked in blue, and the sky is like a huge emerald-colored mirror covering the sky, occasionally a few white clouds dotted like smoke.

Except that the atmosphere in Fuyu Mountain is rather dull, it has not changed much from a few years ago, until the news of the return of the head master came out, the gloom was swept away, and it suddenly became alive again these few days.

"Master... You, you are finally back. You are all disciples who deserve to die. If you fail to serve Master all the time, it is useless for you to be disciples!"

Back then, a group of teenagers seemed to have grown up, and each of them became more mature and stable. However, when they saw the master they hadn't seen for many years, they cried out of breath.

"Oh, Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother, you are all crying, can you restrain yourself a little bit, and learn from Third Senior Sister and cry quietly, okay? You are so noisy to Master's ears!"

Chang Shu happily wiped tears for the reunion of the master and the apprentice, but at the same time, she couldn't stand the deafening crying of her senior brothers, and dissuaded her: Master, he likes to be clean, so how can he stand up to their devilish voices.

As she expected, the man in the white robe walked towards the courtyard of Fusheng Palace, and said coldly: "Everyone go down."

The howling stopped one after another, and several people wiped their red eyes with their sleeves, and saluted together: "The disciple will take his leave first, and come back tomorrow morning to pay respects to the master."

When going to the side hall, Changshu couldn't help but look back, it was just in time for the flowering period, the crabapple tree in the courtyard was in bloom, the buds were deep pink, and after blooming, they turned into light pink flowers, like a girl wiping the flowers. rouge on the cheeks.

The man in white robes was standing in front of the tree with his back to her, his hair band curled with blue silk fluttering in the wind, and she remembered what King Qingxiao said on the way back to Nanhua Road: "The matter of the crane hanging as a dragon, I will Just wait until you know it, and don’t let it out, so as not to cause trouble.”

So except for a few of them who know about it, is Master going to hide the matter of being a dragon from everyone for the rest of his life?

"Junior Sister, Master is back, why do you still look so sad?"

Her third senior sister saw her stop, and turned back to ask her.

"I'm not sure whether it's right or wrong to ask Master to return to the Taoist sect?"

"What are you thinking about, you little brain! Master's return is a great joy, there is no right or wrong!"

"But I always feel...forget it, maybe I'm overthinking."

Chang Shu put aside her messy thoughts, took Third Senior Sister's arm and continued walking towards the side hall.

In the square and square courtyard, Xu Qingyi was still standing in front of the crabapple tree, staring at the pink and white flowers on the branches without saying a word, the bright colors were not reflected in his eyes, leaving only an empty grayness.

The two silver bamboo knots hidden under the sleeves swayed slightly, and a scorching breath enveloped him, tightly surrounding him, and a phantom appeared out of thin air, standing in front of the crabapple tree with him: "The last time I saw It bloomed as if it had been a long time ago."

Xu Qingyi couldn't help shaking his head, remembering the first time he used Yanghuo to suppress the cold poison for him, he finally remembered that this flower had been planted in his yard for too long, and was surrounded by the cold air all over his body year after year. It thought it was growing in the winter season, so it didn't bloom until that night when the sun dispelled the chill and the east wind was blowing, it didn't see that spring was coming.

"Even it's waiting for you."

The branches and leaves trembled by the wind, passing through the phantom in front of my eyes, this shadow bent its eyes and smiled instead.

Looking at the indistinct faces of the people around him, Xu Qingyi remained silent, but regret suddenly appeared in his heart. He regretted using Yanghuo to cure the cold poison, and also regretted that he had deceived himself, made malicious speculations about him time and time again, and even regretted not being able to be with him. He discovers his identity just in time when he comes to save him.

He would rather be entangled in the cold and poisonous, dying of pain, at least he can have this pitiful bond with him, instead of being like this, as soon as this person let go, he would immediately fall into the chaotic night and be caught The pain tore apart forcibly, dragged the broken body, struggled to get up, and returned to him deliberately.

One person and one shadow stood side by side quietly, against the background of flowers and trees, it was like a painting with uniform red and green dots.

The two mountains stand facing each other. Between the peaks is a main hall with red walls and tiles. In front of the long steps is a three-legged copper furnace tripod with gilt taotie pattern. A wisp of white smoke floated up from the furnace, blowing past thousands of disciples standing neatly on the stage.

There is no wind at this moment, the copper bell in Chilong's mouth rang, and a ray of golden skylight shone from the shadow of the clouds in front of the temple. The person wearing the crown of silver beads and the moon came slowly from the golden light, and the snow-white robe was light and elegant, and his body was like glass. , It seems to come with thousands of miles of mist.

The little Taoist priests on the stage were full of joyful smiles, and hurriedly bowed their hands and knelt down: "The disciples of Nanhua Taoist welcome the return of the master!"

Its sound pierces the ears and echoes endlessly in Fuyu Mountain.

Among other things, this group of little Taoist priests on Nanhua Road really liked Xu Qingyi.

Su Wan sent a strand of Yuanshen in the jade string, firstly to find out Qingxiao Zunjun's uncharacteristic style of handling things, and secondly to see Nanhuadao's attitude towards Xu Qingyi's return.

Seeing the grand scene now, he didn't have to worry about it.

But one thing is that these people still don't know about Xu Qingyi's current status as Zhenlin. Lord Qingxiao didn't let their few insiders reveal this. Naturally, he has his considerations, besides, Xu Qingyi can hide even a cold poison It has not been discovered for hundreds of years, so it must not be difficult to conceal the fact that he is Zhenlin.

He looked at the dull-looking person on the high platform of Tangting Peak again, and couldn't help but sigh that this guy really looks like a fairy, which always reminded him of the phrase "the fairy looks white and the snow is covered with green clouds, the moon is light and the spring is thick and the meaning is not evil."

All day he was with him, hidden in the silver bamboo knots he wore around his wrists.

Perhaps because of his return to Nanhua Road, Xu Qingyi became what he remembered. He treated everyone with a tepid attitude. After dealing with daily affairs, he would sit in the study and read scriptures, occasionally mentioning notes. She is very well-behaved, and there is no trace of her previous madness.

Lord Qingxiao did what he said, and when he returned to the Taoist sect, he kept silent about his being a dragon, and what he told him was still to write off the past, live and live, and live up to everyone's expectations, so he was worthy of being the head of the sect.

This person looked very young, but when he left Fusheng Hall, his back suddenly looked weather-beaten.

Su Wan felt emotional for a moment, and suddenly felt that the ultimate destination of the joys and sorrows in this life was nothing but finding a way out.

There is still no human habitation in Yanyan Peak, and the Changzhao Hall is located in the cool grass and trees, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

Revisiting the old place, pushing open the two gates, the first thing to enter is the green bamboo corridor.

I thought the owner of the hall was gone, and the place was full of dust, but unexpectedly, the hall was cleaned extremely clean, even the tea set on the stone table was the same as the day he left.

Feeling suspiciously approaching footsteps, Su Wan was hidden among the green bamboos.

Then the person holding the jade flute stepped into the gate of the palace, his handsome face remained unchanged, but the softness all over his body faded a little, and his whole person became resolute and sharp.

Seeing this, his expression moved slightly, and he thought that his seventh junior brother was no longer the gentle rabbit who always helped the elders and senior brothers to fight.

The man walked to the stone table, poured a cup of tea into the cup with familiar movements, and said in a warm voice: "By the way, I have some good news for you. Eldest brother is finally back."

After finishing speaking, he looked back at the wide-open palace door. The two lanterns hanging in front of the door were shaking, and he said in a trance: "It would be great if you could come back."

After saying this, he seemed to feel a little ridiculous again, so he grinned, poured the tea on the ground, and then entered the hall and lit the ever-burning lamp in front of the hall that was about to go out.

When the wind blows, the bamboo shadows dance on the wall tiles.

The person who lit the lamp turned his head, and at first he saw a phantom standing alone among the bamboo shadows. When the light of the long-burning lamp came, the phantom became clear, and he was looking at him with his arms folded and smiling.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he also bent his eyebrows, and then his eyes became foggy, and the water droplets were stained with fire, and fell into the soil.

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感谢在2022-09-1204:28:23-2022-09-1423:40:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Lu Qingshan 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Canghai laughs 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：鹿青善74瓶；浊酒47瓶；醉江溺亡10瓶；夜行鸟4瓶；讲文明树新风3瓶；

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