Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Qiu Gaojie stepped slowly into the room. At this time, the room was pitch black, and the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard.

With a wave of Qiu Gaojie's hand, the candles on the side lit up, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.

He quickly glanced around and saw no one

He clasped his hands tightly, held his breath, and slowly patrolled the room.

Standing beside the tall bookcase, Qiu Gaojie stopped, raised his hand, and lightly touched a mark on it.

He closed his eyes lightly and stood in the middle of the room.

After a while, he opened his eyes, walked to the small box on the table, opened the box, looked at the small porcelain bottle inside, picked up a porcelain bottle, and looked at the obvious traces of opening on it.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and casually threw the small porcelain bottle back into the box, and the porcelain bottle made a loud sound when it collided.

Qiu Gaojie walked to a wall, stretched out a hand, and lightly touched the picture scroll hanging on the wall. He saw a faint light emanating from his finger, and with the light, the pattern on the scroll under his hand gradually faded away. From a picture of a landscape pastoral to a man in white with black hair, handsome appearance, fairy and gentle.

Qiu Gaojie caressed the face of the man in the painting, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a happy smile.

*****

Outside the house, it was already late at night, the bright moon hung high in the night, and the leaves in the courtyard whirled with the wind, bringing silence to the room.

On the blue brick roof, there were faint figures of two people.

Nangong Zui lay on the roof, looked at the courtyard below warily, stroked his chest with a happy face, and sighed: "Oh! It's so dangerous, so dangerous. Why did Master come back all of a sudden? Fortunately, there is your little one." Paper figurines, otherwise we would have confessed here."

Hearing Nangong Zui's praise, the two little paper figurines on Fusu's shoulders jumped up and down happily, raising their heads triumphantly.

Fusu ignored one person and two papers, he looked under the room with a serious expression.

If he read correctly, Gao Jie's eyes were full of killing intent just now.

Even after coming to the Holy Spirit Continent for more than [-] years, he still didn't understand their thinking.

Is it desire?Love it or hate it, tend to them to go to great lengths to do these things.

But how can desire be filled one day?

"Go, go."

Fusu looked at Nangong and said in a drunken voice.

Nangong Zui nodded, and the two jumped off the roof and disappeared into the night.

Fusu put the little paper man bouncing on his shoulder into the palm of his hand.

The two little paper figurines bounced and waved their hands. He smiled and flipped his fingers, and the two little paper figurines lost their lives in an instant.

Seeing Fusu put away the little paper figurine, Nangong Zui was bored and drunk: "In the end, nothing was found. A good night was wasted."

Fusu looked at him amusedly, and said helplessly, "Then how do you think you found it?"

Nangong Zui said with a smile when he heard the words: "For example, the poison-drug was discovered, and then some weapons and similar things were found. If nothing is found like this, isn't it a waste of work?"

Fusu yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said softly: "Go ahead and play, I'll go back first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked in the direction of Bieyuan.

"I'll sleep in one day." Nangong Zui looked at Fusu's back and complained angrily.

He looked at the dark surroundings, and the evening wind blew in, bringing a chill.

"Cough...I'm not afraid of anything!"

Nangong Zui spoke loudly, then looked around warily, and walked forward slowly.

It was already late at this time, except for the mosquitoes and the wind, there was no other movement. Nangong Zuiti walked slowly, and the sound of footsteps was particularly loud in the dark night.

Suddenly, a figure came faintly in front of him. He had long hair fluttering and his clothes fluttered with the wind. From a distance, he looked like a ghost climbing up from hell.

Nangong Zui watched the figure in front of him freeze in place, not daring to move.

He took a step back in fear, and when he was about to run away, the figure opposite suddenly spoke.

She said "It's you"

Nangong Zui was taken aback when he heard the voice coming from beside his ear.

I saw a woman slowly coming out of the night. She was dressed in a white crimson gauze shirt, and there was an aura between her brows that was different from that of ordinary women, but there was indifference in her beautiful eyes. Noble and inviolable.

Impressively, it is the fairy girl who sat next to Daoist Sanxing this morning, Shen Miyun of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Shen Miyun looked at Nangong Zui with shock in his indifferent eyes.

Nangong froze in place drunk, he looked at Shen Miyun, his usually lively face was very sad at this moment.

"Didn't you swear to never show up again? Why..."

Shen Miyun looked at Nangong Zui, and her thoughts went back to that day a few years ago, water vapor gradually appeared in her eyes, and an incongruous fragility appeared on her pretty face.

Nangong Zui lowered his head, looking at the blooming flowers on the side of the road.

"I didn't want to go find him"

Nangong Zui looked at Shen Miyun, and he spoke softly.

He won't go to him.

Whether it was before or now, he never thought of looking for him.

With tears in her eyes, Shen Miyun walked in front of him with a chuckle, the night wind blew and her clothes fluttered, bringing melancholy all over her body.

Nangong Zui tightly held hands on both sides. In his memory, Shen Miyun had always been arrogant and indifferent, but for that person, for him, he showed such a fragile expression.

"I won't find him"

He looked at Shen Miyun and said softly, and then walked forward without hesitation like many years ago.

Shen Miyun stood where he was, the evening wind blew in, and the blue hair fluttered, adding to the chill.

After a long time, she gently raised her hand to catch the leaves falling from the tree.

"Ah...."

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Qi Fan slowly walked back to the yard, looking at the dark window, feeling a little puzzled.

Is it not over yet?

He walked to the door and gently opened it and walked in. At this time, there was no light in the room and it was pitch black, but a figure could be seen sitting at the table by the moonlight.The man's back was straight, and his soft hair was tied behind him with a hairpin.He sat quietly, as if blending into this bleak night.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly raised his head and cast his eyes. The eyes of the two met, and neither of them stood there quietly.

Qi Fan didn't close the door after he came in. At this moment, the chill hit him, and he coughed softly, breaking the silence in the room.

"Cough cough..."

Qi Fan coughed and touched his neck, choking on the saliva.

At this moment, a pair of cold hands gently touched his forehead.

Qi Fan looked suspiciously at Wei Jie who suddenly stepped forward, and then raised his eyes to look at the hand on his forehead, a little puzzled.

What are you doing?

"that..."

He looked at Wei Jie and asked softly.

Wei Jie looked down at him, his eyes were even deeper in the dark night, and there was a faint illusion of affection.

Qi Fan looked a little awkward, he took a light step back and left Wei Jie's palm.

"not sick"

Wei Jie looked at him and said suddenly.

Qi Fan stood there helplessly upon hearing the words, did he seem to get sick so easily?

"I'm fine"

Qi Fan smiled at Wei Jie, looked at the room, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you going to light the lamp?"

Wei Jie was taken aback for a moment, then walked to the oil lamp and lit it.

Qi Fan smiled gratefully at him, and then he walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. Just as he was about to drink, a servant's voice came from outside the door.

"Master Xian, the hot water you asked for is here."

Qi Fan looked at Wei Jie suspiciously: "Do you want to take a bath?"

Wei Jie ignored him, he opened the door and let the servants bring in the bathtub.

Qi Fan pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, and looked at their movements with his head propped up.

The servant put the bathtub into the screen and left respectfully.

Wei Jie walked up to him and looked down at him.

Qi Fan: ...

"bath"

Wei Jie looked at him and said without changing his expression.

Qi Fan was taken aback, pointed at himself suspiciously, then looked at Wei Jie, and tentatively said, "..Me?"

Wei Jie looked at him a little bit.

Qi Fan glanced at himself, glared at Wei Jie angrily, and walked behind the screen.

Well, you Wei Dajie, you still think I'm dirty? !

Qi Fan took off his clothes and walked into the bathtub, feeling the warm water and sighed comfortably, let alone, it was quite comfortable.

He raised his hand to remove the forehead guard, revealing the bloodstains between his foreheads.

Nangong Zui gave him medicine, and his appearance completely changed, but this bloodstain could not be covered up, as if reminding him all the time that this was a thesis.

Fusu stretched his body comfortably, and soaked his whole body in the hot water.

There was a little smoke in front of his eyes, Fusu leaned against the wall of the barrel, feeling drowsy, he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The sound of light footsteps came from the ear, and Fusu moved her body dissatisfied and continued to fall asleep.

Standing in front of the bathtub, Wei Jie secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person sleeping soundly in front of him. When his gaze fell on his fair body, he froze in place, at a loss what to do.

Fusu opened his eyes sleepily, and suddenly saw a person standing in front of him.

The man stood in front of him, looking at his...top of his head with a pair of cold eyes?

The expression on his face was as if someone owed him money, full of hatred and bitterness.

"Friend Daoist Wei?"

Qi Fan looked at Wei Jie, and his voice was soft after waking up, as if he was acting like a baby.

Wei Jie glanced at him, and then...

ran out like hell...

Qi Fan looked at the screen and felt dumbfounded.

After packing up, he put on his clothes again and went out, with his wet hair draped behind his back.

Wei Jie sat upright on the chair, and saw that he straightened his back when he came out, and his sitting posture was more standard.

Fusu secretly laughed, it's not bad, it's very defensive.

He touched his wet hair, and was about to dry it by himself when Wei Jie suddenly came up.

He stood in front of Qi Fan, looked at his hair, thought for a while, and put his hands on his hair.

Qi Fan felt a burst of warmth, and his hair dried after a while, and it was draped softly behind his back.

Wei Jie withdrew his hand, and secretly cast a glance at Qi Fan. After seeing the smile on Qi Fan's face, he froze for a moment, his ears turning red slowly.

"guard.."

Qi Fan looked at Wei Jie, and when he was about to speak, Wei Jie suddenly walked out the door without saying a word.

Qi Fan looked suspiciously, was taken aback when he saw his red ears, and then laughed out loud.

When Fusu sat at the table and was about to pour a cup of tea, he saw that the cup of tea he poured before was still there, but the tea was still steaming hot after such a long time.

Fusu held the tea in his hand and took a sip, the warm tea made his whole body warm.

Looking at the tea in front of him and recalling Wei Jie's appearance when he left, Fusu couldn't help laughing.

How can he let go of him like this...

Fusu drank the whole cup of tea, but Wei Jie was still nowhere to be seen. He was not in a hurry and sat in his seat.

Thinking of what he received when he and Liancheng went to the auction, Fusu took it out of the treasure bag.

In front of me is a small long box, the box is exquisitely crafted, with many peach blossoms carved on it, the flowers are lifelike, if it is not for a skilled master, it will not be able to make such exquisiteness.

Thinking of the master that the boy said earlier, Fusu secretly wondered, is this another side mission?

He slowly opened the wooden box, only to see a white jade fan lying inside, with a red tassel hanging on the fan.

Fusu froze for a moment, he picked up the fan, and a familiar feeling came from the depths of his mind.

He slowly opened the fan, revealing two crooked characters written on the fan:

'Fusu'

This fan is obviously the heirloom of the Xiang family, the head of the three major families in the past --- Yuxiao fan.

Fusu looked at the fan in front of him, his expression sank.

The Yuxiao fan was burned down in the fire ten years ago.

Together with the 180 five members of the Xiang family, they disappeared into this world.

Fusu flapped the Yuxiao fan familiarly, he was quite curious now, the so-called master.

A person who knows everything always makes people have inexplicable expectations, doesn't he?

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When Wei Jie returned to the room, the room was silent, and the flickering candles looked extraordinarily lonely.

He walked softly to the bed and looked at Qi Fan who was sleeping soundly. After a while, he turned around and walked to the table to sit down.

When he turned around, Qi Fan on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He looked sideways at the person sitting on the chair, and said softly, "Come here."

Wei Jie was taken aback, and looked back at him.

Qi Fan smiled at him, pointed to the wide bed, and said softly: "The bed is big, come up and sleep."

Wei Jie looked at him and said awkwardly, "I don't need to sleep."

Qi Fan looked at his ears that were slowly turning red, and was amused in his heart.

I haven't seen anything on your Wei Jie, so why be ashamed.

"come over"

He looked at Wei Jie and said without a doubt.

Wei Jie sat stiffly on the spot, and walked to the bed with hands and feet after a while.

Qi Fan stepped inside, leaving half of the space open.

Wei Jie paused for a while before slowly lying down with his clothes on.

Qi Fan raised his hand and lightly waved to turn off the light, and then lay down beside him.

Although the bed is not small, it is inevitable that two big men will have some physical contact when sleeping together. Qi Fan can easily feel Wei Jie's stiff limbs. He turned his body sideways and quietly looked at the person in front of him in the dark.

Neither of them spoke, and the room was silent.

Wei Jie's cramped breathing sounded from beside him, and the corners of Fusu's mouth slightly raised, with tenderness in his eyes, he said softly:

"Good night"

After a long time, until the sound of Fusu's steady breathing came from beside him, Wei Jie turned his head slightly, looked at his sleeping face, and said softly:

"Um"

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