The world's first fairy gate

After nightfall, the galaxy is endless, like a handful of silver coins sprinkled on the dark blue satin.

The buildings of Jiugong Baguan were lit with lights, and the lights rose one by one, and a long fire glowed from the ground.

Passing disciples came in groups of threes and twos, saluted and greeted Xie Qiuhan, while he walked alone, responded a few times casually, and slowly walked to an inaccessible place.

Looking up again, there is a cable bridge in front of you, the iron chains are shaking in the wind that swirls up from the valley, and the deep bottom seems to hide a fierce beast with fangs.

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback.

How did I get here.

He did know what it looked like under the chain bridge. There were no ferocious beasts, but grass and trees half the height of a man, with snakes, rats and ants crawling inside, but they didn't bite people. It is estimated that the mice in the fairy mountain are vegetarians.

He was pushed down by someone when he was ten years old, but he didn’t die, he still lived on the bottom for most of the day, watching the outer sect disciples passing by in groups on the cable bridge above, he desperately called for help, but his voice became hoarse , and no one heard.

The fear and despair are still vivid in my mind.

The last person who came to rescue him was Yun Bing.

At that time, he was young and foolish, and he never thought about it. If Yunfang was really just a painting spirit, how could he float so far from the painting and take a dying child from the hands of the King of Hell? How about grabbing it back?

This kind of supernatural ability is beyond the reach of ordinary mountain spirits and ghosts.

But to say that Yunfang is not ordinary, he is indeed powerless, suffers from headaches every day, and occasionally pretends to be sick to order him when he is in good spirits. He really doesn't look like a promising master.

During those days, the two of them really suffered a lot, Yunfang was powerless and couldn't help, not hiding clumsiness.

They suffered a lot of broken teeth and swallowed blood together, and sometimes lost their tempers with each other, but after the crowd gradually dispersed, they snuggled up in an empty hut, and they could taste each other's precious mutual affection, together With this rare affection, it continued one spring, summer, autumn and winter after another.

These years, after Xie Qiuhan entered the Immortal Pavilion, his life has been much easier, it is simply a fairyland that he never even dared to imagine.

But even so, in fact, he still sneaked down the chain bridge several times without telling Yunfang.

Every time I feel a little impetuous and anxious, I ask for guilt.

He jumped directly from the suspended iron chain bridge, without any talisman or Taoism, and used his body training skills to protect himself from falling down. Sometimes the mahogany sword on his body couldn't stand it, and he took the initiative to pop out to protect his master , and was slapped away by his dog biting Lu Dongbin's palm.

When he fell, the wind howled, and it was almost a subconscious reaction. Those years of being bullied and helpless flashed back before his eyes, and he rushed straight to his door with countless apprehensions and fears, and then he was beaten by him.

He deliberately provoked this memory, reminding himself that the present is different from the past, and he is also vigilant that the present must never be the same as the past.

In this way, he was able to suppress the impetuousness and anxiety in his heart, and continue to climb steadily.

Xie Qiuhan was unfortunate and fortunate, he was not the kind of person who dared to sink in the tenderness of affection and float in the compliments.

No matter what the outside world says, and even Yun Fang feels a little distressed to persuade him to take it easy, he gets up early and returns late every day, rain or shine, has practiced his sword moves thousands of times, and the waste paper for drawing talismans can be piled up into a hill. When you understand the problem, you can often stay up for several nights to think about it. If you don’t analyze it and don’t want to stop, your practice is almost self-abuse.

But by doing this, he didn't want to climb to the top of the fairy gate and be the number one disciple in the world.

He is just prepared for danger in times of peace.

He has never been a man of great promise, he can't compare to a monk who seeks the way, or a royal family who is in charge of the country. All he wants in his heart is a small warm and safe corner, a place that can accommodate him and those close to him.

He can always remember that when he was at home, he was wrapped in glory and wealth. Once this layer of shell was removed, he would be a weak and bully caterpillar. Wealth is equated with a mirage, he is like this now, but he is afraid that those days will happen again.

He knew that his way of cultivation was very dangerous. No one had ever practiced the so-called way of sentient beings. The golden elixir and Nascent Soul he condensed along the way were unheard of.

A few years ago, he came back from Yongzhou and made a pact with the Fox King. After waking up from a coma for several days, not only his life was saved, but also he could no longer detect the location of Chi You Jindan.

Yun Fang coaxed him that it was the Fox King who helped solve it, and he didn't have to worry about it in the future, and he would never use blood as medicine to trick him into taking it.

Xie Qiuhan didn't believe a word, and didn't refute a word, just gritted his teeth silently, and pressed the matter to his heart.

This matter turned into a sharp sword hanging over his head, and he was always alert. He knew that there must be something strange in the dark, and he also knew that there must be obstacles waiting for him. At this time, he could only hold the sword in his hand tightly.

When nothing comes, he must sharpen his sword all the time, tighten the strings in his heart at any time, and face the unknown with a gesture of drawing his sword.

Otherwise, when the storm comes, his sword becomes an embroidery needle, how can he stand up to Yun Fang's hard work?

Facing the suspension bridge, Xie Qiuhan stood silently for a long time.

The breeze is blowing, a bit cool.

The awkwardness in his heart dissipated, and he still felt a little funny.

In the past, he suffered like that without any grievances, but now Yunfang just wants to add an apprentice, why is he jealous?Could it be possible to drive him away after adding an apprentice?

He knew he was just digging into a dead end again.

He kept an unspoken affection in his heart, the more he saved, the easier it was to think of a dead end, and it wasn't the first time he did this in these years.

He guards his own affection, whether it is sweet or sour, it is all his own experience, and he cannot vent his anger on others, let alone Yun Bing.

In the final analysis, it is his own confusion and obsession.His Sagittarius, everything is very good.

As the night was dark, Xie Qiuhan returned to the Immortal Pavilion.

The eaves of the Tiangong were all lit with lights, and the light leaked to the ground, casting long shadows. In the silence and deepness, the Immortal Pavilion stood upright against the peak.

Xie Qiuhan went up with his sword, but he came out of the attic in one breath, but he hadn't landed yet, and was still in mid-air.

He listened intently in the pavilion, it was very quiet except for a long and rhythmic breathing sound, the attic was completely dark, it seemed that the people inside had fallen asleep.

Yunfang hadn't been sleeping well recently, Xie Qiuhan didn't want to wake him up, so he deliberately made light movements, and landed directly on the platform for picking up stars, with a light tap of his toes, as if a leaf fell to the ground without any movement.

He raised his hand and wiped the plaque of Jiangshan Immortal with his sleeve, then stepped on the edge to borrow strength, jumped to the window sill of the next room with a flexible jump, and breathed a sigh of relief.

... Go back to your room like a thief.

Xie Qiuhan himself didn't think it was an exaggeration at all, he still pushed open the window lightly, and then was taken aback.

A candle was lit on the table, and it was extremely faint. When he came in, he created a breeze, which happened to cast his own shadow on the person at the other end.

Yun Fang fell asleep on the table, and there seemed to be a painting in front of him.

His head was resting on his left arm, revealing his side face, the eyebrows, the nose, the tip of the mandible were connected in a line, and there was a shimmer.

Xie Qiuhan held his breath, not daring to disturb him, looking at him timidly and greedily like a thief stealing incense and jade.

He simply used all his cultivation and all his body skills to hide his aura in the air, so that Yun Fang would not be aware of it - and he didn't know why he did this.

After a while, he licked his lips and looked away, trying to find something to divert his attention.

At this moment, he looked at the painting and couldn't help but took two steps forward.

The painting is new, and the brush strokes are actually a little rough. The strokes depict a limp child with big eyes and a round body. There are two chubby little things beside him. The fox who still lives in Zixiao Mountain.

Xie Qiuhan cautiously lowered his head, tilted his head, and looked at the part of the painting that was blocked by Yunfang: the painting style changed drastically, it was no longer a round villain, but a fairy with fluttering clothes, and it was himself .

Xie Qiuhan couldn't help but laugh, this person is really stinky, other people can be chubby, but he wants to save face and look the best.

He stared at the painting again and again, and knew that it was Yunfang's painting that came to apologize to him.

Yun Fang believed that he was good at calligraphy and painting, and he would definitely send them to him if he found good ones. When he got upset, he would send some pawns, ancient books, etc. to make amends.

...Actually, Xie Qiuhan was born in his twentieth year, and he hadn't yet developed such an old-fashioned hobby.

In retrospect, it should be the overjoyed expression he showed when he received the painting for the first time that started Yunfang's misunderstanding.

To be honest, he didn't need any expensive calligraphy and painting at all, Yun Fang just picked grass from the side of the road... He would also like the grass that was more beautiful.

The reason why he has left such an impression on purpose is because he likes to see Yunfang every time he pays attention to these things and specially asks for him. So it was never corrected.

Today Yunfang must have seen that he was unhappy, so he came to give the painting again.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't help but secretly laughed under the cover of night, as if he had obtained the whole world by himself.

He approached more cautiously, and unconsciously moved his gaze from the painting to Yunfang's face.

This is a face that you will never get tired of after seeing it thousands of times. The eyelashes are like phoenix feathers, and the jade muscles are shining. He leans against the table with his head leaning on his arm, revealing a part of his arm, which is whiter than snow.

Xie Qiuhan didn't dare to breathe, he stretched out a hand and touched the back of his hand lightly.

As soon as it touched, Yun Bing's fingers slightly curled up.

Xie Qiuhan was shocked all over, hurriedly withdrew his hands, and carried them behind his back.

He held his breath and waited quietly for a moment—Yunfang didn't wake up, nor did he notice it.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

I really don't know whether my turtle's breathing skills are too good, or Yun Fang treats him too reassuringly, without any precautions.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiuhan smiled wryly again.

People treat him well, treating him as a confidant, a brother, wholeheartedly, without a little bit of life, but he has an affair in his heart, and wants to harm human relations, he is really a white-eyed wolf.

But if you say that he is a flower thief who wants to steal incense and jade, and an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, he is actually not.

He never had frivolous and intimidating fantasies about this person, and occasionally his thoughts missed the target at night, and he had some unrealistic dreams, and when he woke up the next day, he would use the Tao Te Ching to make himself a criminal who had redeemed his crimes.

——Then, from time to time, I continued to have dreams that couldn't make it to the stage.

On the one hand, he was ashamed, and on the other hand, he could never control the overflowing affection.

Xie Qiuhan stared at Yunfang, looked again and again, stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air for a long time, and finally landed on his temple.

With extremely gentle movements, she tucked back a strand of hair that blocked her eyes behind her ears.

His fairy seat is so beautiful.

With such admiration, Xie Qiuhan boldly lowered his head, moved very lightly, and pressed his fingertips on his lips, as if he was kissing a strand of his hair with this movement.

Pious and happy.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't help laughing, he had stolen such a good night today, he probably tasted it alone for a long time, and was secretly happy for a long time.

... Aftertaste for a year should be enough.

Then next year, the year after, and every year, she can always touch him quietly, and watch him unscrupulously when he doesn't know.

With such a happy harvest, Xie Qiuhan turned around and left the room as soon as he saw it.

He almost tripped over the threshold, stumbled to hold on to the door, shook his head, thinking that he might not be saved.

The stars are shining, blinking, peeking at the joys and sorrows of the world.

In the Immortal Pavilion, Xianzuo opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

After a while, he heard the sound of the child running out to practice his sword, with a complicated and bewildered look on his face.