Qingjiu followed his master and brother to the master's door, followed by Wan Hanxiu and Yao Ze.
Flying with a sword is just a common thing for Yi Hong, and the speed is very fast. If it were not for the concern of a child like Yao Ze, he would probably be able to reach Yi Hong in half an hour.
an hour later
Qingjiu looked at the scene at the foot of the mountain, feeling sad in his heart and sour in his eyes.
Yihong is located between the seven mountain ranges in the east of Tianlan Kingdom. Each mountain range is different, but the only thing in common is that it is steep enough.
At this time, they came with swords and stood on the top of a peak in the middle. This peak was called 'Qianren', and the Yihong Sect was located here.
There are clouds and mist on the peak, and the mountain path is winding and winding, like a rainbow floating down from the clouds. When Qingjiu and the others look down, they feel that they are descending to nowhere, as if they are floating in the mountains.
"I've only heard of Yihong, but I've never had the chance to enter. I didn't expect it to come in this way."
Behind him, Wan Hanxiu changed his world-weary and deep voice, and now his voice was filled with a little sigh. Qingjiu turned around and saw his bright eyes.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, you were not like this before.
Zi Ximing was still so gentle, and gently reminded Wan Hanxiu and Yao Ze.
"Notice."
As Zi Ximing finished speaking, he saw Si Xun and Tu Yuan in front of him. The swords under their feet suddenly disappeared, and their figures also dropped rapidly.
Behind them, Wan Hanxiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his eyes full of suspicion.
"Stop looking and let's go."
Qingjiu Yujian circled around Wan Hanxiu. After saying something, she tiptoed and Qiang Ming disappeared. Qingjiu's figure also quickly disappeared from Wan Hanxiu's sight.
Wan Hanxiu looked up at the sky and chose to go down with his sword smoothly.
No one told him that everyone in Yihong's sect was so out-of-the-box that they would jump to the sword in order to save time.
half an hour later
Qingjiu led Wan Hanxiu and looked at him with disgust:
"Are you stupid? If I ask you to jump, why are you traveling around?"
[Is this because I was waiting in Jiqing and forgot about Jiqing? 】
[He looked smart at first, but now he looks like a fool. 】
Wan Hanxiu didn't speak, but his feet were trembling a little.
After hearing Qingjiu's words, his face turned a little ugly.
You didn't say that you wouldn't go to Yihong at all if you didn't do it that way.
Thinking that he had been flying above Yi Hong for half an hour with his sword, but finally entered Yi Hong because his spiritual power was exhausted and his sword fell.
Thinking that although he finally used his spiritual power to control the speed of his descent, he still staggered and fell in front of Qingjiu who was about to go back to the room, he regretted it to death.
The most irritating thing was that Qingjiu looked at him with a sick expression on his face.
Wan Hanxiu put away his aggrieved emotions and said to Qingjiu in a low voice again:
"I'm tired."
He didn't want to deal with Qingjiu anymore, it was too embarrassing.
Qingjiu looked at Wan Hanxiu up and down, and finally curled his lips, "If you don't see anyone from your master's sect today, you can rest first. Come with me to meet the elders of the sect tomorrow."
Qingjiu later explained to Wan Hanxiu in disgust, then put him in front of a house and left in another direction.
After Qingjiu left for a while and opened a door, a pair of eyes behind her looked at her back and shook her head gently.
Qingjiu opened the door and looked at everything familiar in the room. Qingjiu's eyes were dazzled for a moment.
This is Nan'er's room.
The faint scent of sandalwood fills the tip of Qingjiu's nose, which is the familiar smell of Qingjiu.
Dots of sunlight shine through the hollow carved windows. Not far away is a soft wooden bed, decorated with exquisite carvings. A brocade quilt is folded neatly aside.
Turning sideways, a guqin stood in the corner. The guqin exuded aura and was very beautiful, but there were black handwriting on the clean and beautiful surface.
Qingjiu walked over and raised his hand to touch the mark, with strange emotions in his eyes.
Above it was Nan'er's name, written by Qingjiu when he first learned to write. It could have been erased, but the second senior brother did not dislike it and was very happy.
Qingjiu stopped and walked around the room, finally walked to the window, sat on the soft couch nearby, and looked up at a pot of withered blue star flowers placed on the window edge.
"No one has taken care of it for a long time."
Qingjiu looked at the withered plants and murmured softly.
She lay down slowly. There was a sapphire pillow on the soft couch, covered with soft silkworm ice mat, and stacked with jade belts and quilts.
Qingjiu leaned against the softness behind him, smelling the sandalwood in the air, and soon felt his eyelids feel heavy.
She didn't see a faint red light flashing on the guqin behind her, slowly flying towards the sake, and then entering the center of her eyebrows.
in dream
Qingjiu stood in the endless white snow, and the biting cold made her shiver.
"Tsk, it's just a dream. Why don't you be so exaggerated?"
Qingjiu rubbed his arms and muttered.
Of course she knew that she was in a dream. People with their level of cultivation generally seldom dreamed. If they did, something would definitely go wrong.
Qingjiu frowned and looked around, only to feel a force pulling her towards the west.
Just like this, Qingjiu walked in the snow, and soon came to a place. Standing there, she felt a warm wind blowing on her face from the endless snow.
There was something strange in Qingjiu's heart. If she remembered correctly, she had mentioned this strange scene to her second senior brother.
Because that's his hometown.
Southern region?
With doubts in his heart, Qingjiu crossed the barrier.
"boom."
The moment Qingjiu stepped through the barrier, she felt like she had run into a warm embrace.
A familiar breath instantly came between his breaths.
She looked up in confusion, "Second...senior brother?"
When Qingjiu saw that person, he felt like he had just seen white snow. The person in front of him seemed to be the most beautiful color in the world.
He is dressed in purple and has a handsome appearance. His starry eyes were somewhat cold, and his whole body was filled with an indifference that was repulsive and thousands of miles away. His black hair poured down like flowing clouds, scattered around his waist, and seemed a bit scattered.
But when he lowered his eyes to look at Qingjiu, his cold eyes were exceptionally warm.
"Jiu'er, long time no see."
Familiar sounds, familiar movements.
He seemed to be standing here, waiting for a long time, just for the person he wanted to see!
Nan'er raised his hand and flicked Qingjiu's forehead gently.
Looking at the person in front of him, he stretched out his hand and hugged the person tightly.
Being able to see her now means that Jiu'er has returned to the sect and everything is safe.
"Second senior brother, you have entered my dream." Qingjiu buried his head in Nan'er's arms and said in a muffled voice.
"Yes, I miss Jiu'er. Jiu'er has finally returned to the master's door. The second senior brother is very happy."
Nan'er placed his chin on Qingjiu's head and said softly.
Qingjiu didn't struggle or move, she was still buried in his arms and asked.
"Second senior brother is not going back to his school?"
Nan'er didn't answer but slowly let her go, "Second senior brother will take you to visit the Southern Territory."
He held Qingjiu's hand and pulled her slowly towards a prosperous place.
Qingjiu looked at his back from behind, his eyes narrowed, showing other emotions.
Tsk tsk tsk, tickets, I want tickets. Today there is limited free and flash sale, Habaobao.
