Regardless of whether Yuan is the master of fighting or not, he still goes to the house to unveil the tiles. These words are a true portrayal of Yan Ci.
The practitioners outside the mountain all regard him as a typical example of itchy skin and itchy bones. After tea and dinner, they often laugh at this guy who always stirs up troubles and likes to bring trouble on himself.
But the most talked-about thing is that Yan Ci used the body of a beggar to tear off Xuanyuan Feng's gorgeous robe, causing him to return home in disgrace.
On Dengxia Peak, the punishment did not cause the slightest ripple. Even though the demon king was beaten to death and would have died if Qing Ming hadn't repaired his muscles and bones, no one was talking about it privately.
Yan Ci's reputation in the eyes of casual cultivators is unmatched by anyone.
When Xuanyuan Chi returned to Fang City to return the things he had taken and compensated with Qingling Jade, some flatterers praised the Xuanyuan family for being worthy of their status as the Lord of Beidou.
More people said that Yan Ci bullied the strong but not the weak, and was a true hero with integrity and magnanimity. The cultivators were grateful and gave Tongchenyuan a lot of favor.
Du Ruozhou has always been free and easy, but at this time, he is entangled in Yan Ci taking responsibility for the crime and feeling guilty for helping him escape.
Yu Lu said: "The master of the garden is busy with everything, how can he have time to pay attention to the accomplices? If you are really guilty, I am willing to give you a few whips."
Du Ruozhou suddenly lost his face and retorted: "I am the mastermind, ordinary people are not qualified to fight."
Yu Lu said disdainfully: "You are still complacent about trying to get some bitter consequences."
The sky is twilight, and walking forward through the bamboo forest is Qingming's residence. It is not suitable to make loud noises. Just as Yu Lü was about to speak out and ask for permission, he suddenly saw Qu Yuyi half-closing the courtyard door, turning around and walking towards him, asking from a distance: "Where are you going, senior brother?"
Yu Lu said: "I heard that Master Qingming wanted to return, so I came here to see him off."
Qu Yuyi said sweetly: "You two are a step late, my uncle already set off last night."
Yu Lu felt disappointed when he heard this. Du Ruozhou looked into the courtyard several times and couldn't help but sigh.
A few days later, the Xuanji Mountain Range gradually became deserted. Each sect sent its disciples back according to the order, but the elites who were one against ten were not among them.
Watching Yuan Muyun lead the army slowly away, Du Ruozhou felt an inseparable feeling of parting in his heart.
Yu Lu pretended to be relaxed and said: "Sentimental people are the most vulnerable to injury, why bother?"
Qu Yuyi was in a trance and said quietly: "Half a year is too far away. I hope we can be caught off guard when we meet again."
Susha Qingying's eyes also contained the sadness of separation, and she gently held Qu Yuyi's arm and remained silent.
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Yan Ci's body was stiff, but his mouth was extremely soft. He chattered non-stop from morning to night, as if he was getting worse when he was idle.
Han Bing didn't hear Yuzi because Yan Ci looked like Yuzi.
In order to help Yan Ci recover as soon as possible, Qing Ming wrapped his body in white cloth, leaving only his mouth and nose to breathe.
Han Bing was puzzled and asked why he was wrapped like a rice dumpling since his head was not injured.
Qing Ming said with a smile that this would make her look more beautiful and her head would not look obtrusive.
The longer they get along, the more Qing Ming restrains the upright and serious look of Master Yan, showing a lively and fun side, and the relationship between master and apprentice gradually moves closer to that of both teacher and friend.
Over time, Yan Ci became accustomed to it, and his words no longer showed a sense of restraint.
Han Bing once heard that the burial method of embalming spices and wrapping the body with antiseptic spices was popular in the far west. The deceased was wrapped in white cloth and shriveled with age, but his soul remained, so he laughed at Yan Ci about this.
Yan Ci has an average appearance and rarely cares about his image. It seems that as long as he can speak, he can pretend not to see it even if the sky falls.
As the saying goes, the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten. This guy has been pretending since he was able to breathe on his own. Sometimes he asked Han Bing and sometimes asked Qing Ming, saying that it was because the garden owner lacked new tricks and came up with this method of punishment. Only caning.
The two women wanted to ignore it, but they couldn't resist him asking eight times for a long time. Qing Ming was very impatient and said frankly that if Luo Wangshu really punished him, it would be enough for him to die eight hundred times.
Yan Ci didn't say anything, but she was dissatisfied in her heart, thinking to herself that this really didn't feel like punishment, it was simply murder!
After two days of escaping toward the southwest, Qing Ming turned around at the foot of the mountain and changed his route to the east.
At dusk the next day, when he returned to the pass of Zixia Mountain, Yan Ci was full of doubts, but he was very knowledgeable and did not ask rashly.
When I returned to the old place, I felt extremely complicated. I had not been away for a long time, but the cemetery was already full of greenery.
Qing Ming paid three respects from afar, and then took Yan Ci and Han Bing to live on the Unnamed Island. It seemed that he planned to wait for Yan Ci to recover from his injuries and go to sea.
During the night, Qingming delivered Kongming Qi twice to help him heal his injuries. When he visited him early the next morning, he was full of energy and his condition gradually became normal. As expected, caning was just like playing house, and apart from being embarrassing, it was not worth mentioning.
Yan Ci took the elixir and medicine by herself. After adjusting her breath, it was already noon.
Qing Ming memorized the sea map in his mind and took the lead in flying toward the northeast with his sword, looking for islands to rest every thousand miles. There are obstacles all over the sea, and you must always keep your mana full to deal with sudden dangers.
The morning sun rose and fell, and Qing Ming traveled on the vast sea for five consecutive days. Qing Ming didn't want to hide his destination, but Yan Ci didn't take the initiative to ask, and she didn't bother to mention it.
Han Bing was not very curious and kept following him obediently. But seeing Yan Ci follow leisurely, he couldn't help but secretly feel strange and wanted to see how long this guy would hold back before asking.
Yan Ci had a bad temper, not a change of gender. In fact, this guy had already been itching and couldn't bear it, so he deliberately held back and didn't ask, just to see how long Qing Ming would hold it in before speaking.
The schedule was unhurried. Whenever he encountered a sea monster that appeared alone, Qing Ming would kill the monster and get the pill.
Using animal elixirs to refine medicine is only as effective as the long-lasting spiritual grasses and spiritual trees. If the beasts in the sea had not twisted ropes into a ball, I am afraid that this place would be another treasure house of cultivation except in the wilderness.
Day after day, when I open my eyes, I see green waves everywhere. The three of them are like stray birds, abandoned between the vast sea and sky, smelling the fishy smell brought by the sea breeze, which is no fun at all.
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The setting sun is rimmed with gold, the small island is dyed with layers of halo-yellow color, and the magnificent sunset chases the setting sun and slowly flows, creating a warm and leisurely scenery.
The dream elf sat alone on the beach, amusing himself by digging in the sand pit, while the unicorn beast rarely let out, and was busy splashing in the water.
Chifeng and Qingluan were hiding in the shade of the trees and talking about love as usual, looking like glue all day long.
On this island isolated from the hustle and bustle, warmth spreads, and Yan Ci walks with Han Bing on the seaside.
The evening breeze was gentle and smooth, ruffling the sea surface, playing with the emotions in my heart, and dancing with the ice-like silky black hair. The tips of her hair brushed against Yan Ci's cheeks, and a faint fragrance lingered in her nose. Inhaled into her lungs, it settled into strands of happiness and sweetness.
Yan Ci tried to have the courage to gently hold Han Bing's hand, as if he was holding it with tenderness, and the smooth and cool skin sweetened his soul.
Han Bing has only been awake for less than a month. During this time, everything is complicated and he is busy running around at all times. At this time, he occasionally has free time to enjoy the scenery, which is like a dream.
When she touched the warmth in Yan Ci's palm, a brief blank suddenly appeared in her mind, and her heart beat fiercely, beating cheerful notes.
Han Bing was immersed in a sweet and slightly panic situation. The strangeness of her first love made her feel happy and unforgettable for a long time.
Staring at each other, the air is filled with the heat of a dead tree resurrecting in spring. Their love for each other is timeless and renewed. At this time, any unwavering promise seems too false.
Pure love is a good medicine, a bouquet of flowers, which can cure decadence, silence sorrow, and is the source of spiritual recovery. It is simple and elegant, but evaporates with deep warmth, and has the magic power that will last forever.
Vigorous love is different. When the passion subsides and the freshness is gone, it often deteriorates when it is pursued in vain, and often withers in suspicion and suspicion.
When Qing Ming returned from inspecting the terrain and saw this scene from a distance, his heart was filled with joy. She hoped that Yan Ci could firmly grasp this hard-won happiness and never let the beautiful marriage slip away quietly.
As night fell, the moonlight was as cool as water, and Yan Ci made no secret of her love for Han Bing. He admired her smile across the bonfire. It was a feeling of sitting face to face and still missing you.
Han Bing was extremely shy, and the redness at the base of her ears persisted.
At the age when love is just beginning, love is filled with an unforgettable viscosity.
Qing Ming felt envious and said in a reproachful tone: "You bastard, you are not afraid of losing sight of the beauty!"
Yan Ci held her cheek and mumbled, "I'm afraid I'll wake up if I don't look at it."
Han Bing's heart felt like it had fallen into a honey pot, so sweet that it made her sick.
Qing Ming casually raised a Wanli telegraph talisman with dim light and its lifespan was about to end, and said, "I didn't mean to spoil the scenery. I received a message saying that Xuanyuan Yi ordered people to find Pingsha Yan, and he will come to propose marriage in the next few days."
Yan Ci immediately spat out fragrance and cursed: "It's really hateful to be so evil-minded!"
Han Bing couldn't help but change the subject and said, "I heard the song of the Pingsha wild goose. The sound is as sweet as fairy music. It may be strange and quiet, or mellow and elegant, or it may be upright and comfortable. It is an extremely rare species of wild goose. "
Qing Ming Zhen nodded and said: "In the past, there was an ancient sage who was good at playing the piano. He occasionally saw a flock of wild geese gathering in a calm and flat sandy land. They cheered together, rose and fell, and looked graceful. Then they reorganized the sound of the flock of wild geese. Compiled the guqin song "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand". The style of the music is ups and downs, the artistic conception is changeable, and the charm is natural. The wild geese on the flat sand are extremely rare in the world, and the Xuanyuan family can find a pair of live geese in just a few days, which shows its ability."
Yan Ci suddenly said: "It is said that the master of the garden has always been unafraid of power, and this time he has another agenda to please the Xuanyuan family."
Qing Ming's pink face was slightly angry, and she said seductively: "The master of the garden is clean and upright, and he never gives in to please others."
Yan Ci observed the words and asked, "The Xuanyuan clan persuaded the master to defect in his physical form. It is impossible that the master of the garden does not bear grudges. Could it be that he is pretending to show kindness and wants to return the favor secretly?"
Qing Ming said coldly: "Since you have guessed the cause, why should you invite a severe beating?"
Yan Ci said with a cheeky expression, "The fake show still needs to be done for real. This disciple is afraid that if things go too smoothly, Mr. Xuanyuan will back down."
Qing Ming scolded: "In my opinion, this beating is not unfair at all. You refuted the face of the garden master in public, and you want to take credit afterwards! If the ancient ape emperor hadn't been here to protect you, how could I have spared you so easily?"
Yan Ci said sarcastically: "Even if he is guilty, the disciple is still made of flesh and blood, and the two hundred whips are real and not easy to bear. What's more, the master once used the Jijiang method, saying that he was not seeking Xuanyuan Feng's bad luck. Is there no reward after the matter is over?"
Qing Ming laughed angrily and said, "You bad guy, you just bargain for a small thing. You obviously haven't had enough whips."
The matter was exposed, and Han Bingxuan was heartbroken. Even though she had long suspected the garden owner's consent to the marriage proposal, she never expected that Yan Ci's trouble was premeditated.
What is puzzling is that Luo Wangshu has no intention of getting married, so he can just refuse it outright.
Instead of walking across the bridge, she had to wade across the water. Was it unnecessary for her to go around in circles? Or are you still afraid of the Xuanyuan family?
Yan Ci also failed to figure out Luo Wangshu's true intention. If the Xuanyuan family pretended to be confused and insisted on marrying Han Bing, this would undoubtedly be a trap for themselves.
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