The day before returning home, Yan Tingshen came to see Qiong Yi. In addition to condolences for her injury, the two of them also talked about other things.
"Qiong Yi, why did Mo Yungu send someone to kill you?"
Qiong Yi thought: "I didn't understand this either. Sheng Jin said that this person is probably afraid of my strength and is afraid that I will become a trouble in the future, but I always feel that this reason is a bit far-fetched."
Yan Ting folded his arms deeply and thought, then shook his head: "Maybe this is really the case."
Of course, Qiong Yi would not be so blindly confident that she thought she was that strong. She tried to connect this senseless assassination with the soldiers who wanted to kidnap her in Qingfeng Town last time, and to solve the confusion. , but no matter how you think about it, you are confused. After all, killing by force and kidnapping are completely contradictory positions.
Just as she was thinking about it, Yan Tingshen said again: "We have defeated Xirong this time. I heard from people that the thank-you gift from Sect Master Xie Cong cannot be sent to the other four clans and the casual cultivators until the palace of other clans has been cleaned up again."
"Sect Leader Xie is becoming more generous now? It's clear that the war situation has turned around soon, but he is still secretly making things difficult for others." Qiong Yi said with a sigh, while arranging the documents on the table.
Yan Ting laughed deeply and handed over the scroll in his hand: "Qiong Yi, among the Jianghu sects, most of the sects who expressed their feelings to the five clans were from the lower sects. Some of them were not even strong enough to be included in the 'Ten Sects'. The top three sects did not show any expression. .”
Taking the scroll he handed over, Qiong Yi replied: "As expected, those three sects have a great foundation. They have always maintained a non-intrusive attitude with the five tribes. If the situation is stable, they will definitely choose to watch."
"Well, so I didn't ask those small sects to send people to support me. I just collected the magic weapons and elixirs and asked the sect master to express my gratitude as an ancient clan." Yan Tingshen said calmly: "The small sects and small sects only need this. .”
Unfolding the scroll, Qiong Yi thought it was a document she had not seen before, but what came into view was a list of names: "This is it?" When she took a closer look, her hand holding the scroll began to tremble. She took a deep breath and closed it. Rolling up the noodles, he solemnly thanked Yan Ting: "Thank you, Brother Yan. I will take them home."
The names on this scroll are the disciples of the Guangyang clan who died in the Western War.
It was a fellow disciple of Qiong who was also buried here.
"No need to thank me." Yan Ting smiled deeply, showing some compassion. After a long time, he said: "Qiong Yi, the simple formation you developed is very strange. Can I borrow the original formation drawings to take a look?"
"Of course." Qiong Yi put the scroll away, dug out the original drawings from the stack of papers, and handed them over: "Here."
"Can I borrow these?"
"Okay, Brother Yan, why are you so polite to me?"
Yan Ting smiled deeply and cupped his hands: "If you miss me and Su Ye in the future, remember to call Xuan Yuan and come to Yize for a drink."
*
Soon after, Qiong Yi and his fellow disciples set out to return home.
On the way, Yang Xiaosi and Lu Li stayed with her, repeatedly asking her about her absence and awakening, and how one person could fight three hundred fake cultivators alone, which almost became a folk legend. Qiong Yi was on the verge of death at that time, and her memory was unclear. She couldn't tell many details, so she could only answer vaguely.
Along the way, Lu Xu came to greet him from time to time, but Qiong also deliberately avoided it. She remembered the way Lu Xu was kind and kind when she was confused. She felt that he was very close to him at that time, and she would only feel embarrassed when she woke up.
Before returning to the sect, Xie Yangyu wanted to give her a pair of gold and jade bracelets, one large and one small, separated by color, one for a man and one for a woman. It looked like a congratulation to himself and Sheng Xuanyuan. Qiong did not accept the gift and refused with a smile. The last thing she took away were the large bouquets of flowers picked for her by the villagers in the small village behind Lishan Mountain.
The flowers were colorful and numerous, and Qiong couldn't bear to let them wither, so she asked Yang Xiaosi to use wood magic to extend the flowering period of the flowers longer, long enough for them to return to the clan.
After returning to Guangyang, Qiong also sent the scroll written by Yan Tingshen to his master. The bones of those fellow disciples who died in the war were hard to find, so Lu Bin ordered that a tomb be erected for them on the low hill of Baishiya.
On that day, Qiong Yi wore a plain white dress, and together with her eight brothers and sisters, she placed the flowers given by the villagers in front of the tombstone one by one. Sprinkled on her skirt, everyone was silent. After bowing, she left the cemetery with her senior brothers.
Lu Yuhao walked in the front and turned around to rub the heads of his junior brothers and sisters one by one. Lu Xu thought he was sensational and walked away first. Yang Xiaosi was choked up by Lu Yuhao's actions. Qiong Yi was pushed down by his senior brother and just kept silent. He looked at his toes and said nothing.
She thought of the brutality of the battle before she rushed to the pass, of her fellow disciples who had watched helplessly die, and even more of the blood of the people she had killed with her own hands.
Now, everything is over.
When Zhu Yunluo walked into the gate of Lu Family Mansion, she finally saw Qiong Yi. She couldn't help but be stopped by the maid next to her, and rushed towards her to hug her. Qiong Yi was startled by Zhu Yunluo. Before she could react, Zhu Yunluo thought she was really crazy and hugged her and cried bitterly. Qiong Yi patted her back and coaxed: "Aluo, okay La, I'm fine, I'm back, Western Xinjiang is peaceful, and there will be no more wars in the future."
Zhu Yunluo let go of her, looked at her carefully with tearful eyes, and said angrily: "You, you scared me to death! Oh, it's okay, as long as it's okay..."
Lu Li, who was standing on one side, comforted her: "Sister Zhu, senior sister, she has really recovered and has made great achievements. If you don't let her go, it will be too late and she will have to be praised by her master at the same time. Got scolded.”
Qiong also waved to the disciples who were lined up in a row: "Why don't you leave first? My sister can stay with me as long as she wants. Master will definitely not be anxious to see me at such a short time. He is very generous."
Zhu Yunluo laughed at her and wiped away tears: "Well, I won't delay your meeting with the sect leader." After that, she bowed to everyone and left.
People under Lu Bin's sect rarely get together to have meals together. Usually, one disciple is practicing or another is in retreat. Today is a rare occasion to see everyone together. Qiong also looked at everyone at the table. The senior brother was picking up vegetables for his parents and younger sister, several junior brothers were grabbing meat in secret, and Xiaosi was picking at the spicy food. She was in a daze. It seemed that days like this, There are not many times in the past or in the future life.
After taking a nap, Lu Bin talked about the war with his disciples. He praised his eldest son for his steady consulship and his remarkable use of troops during the war. He praised his eldest daughter Lu Lanshan for eliminating rogue bandits everywhere, and praised Lu Xu and his third and fourth disciples for not fearing the strong. The enemy, and then praised Qiong for his bravery and strategy, leading the team to the west to destroy Gu City, and the siege in the Lishan Mountain, which was almost a turning point in Xirong's fighting intentions.
He praised his disciples all over, and finally said to them, even if you don't have these achievements, it would be good if you come back safely.
*
A few days later, the hall leader Nangong Li took the initiative to look for Qiong Yi and said that he saw her homemade formation in front of the pass and was very interested in it. Qiong Yi's eyes lit up: "That's right! Hall Master, you also think that my simple formation Is it useful?"
Nangong Li nodded coldly and said, hoping to borrow the formation drawings to observe.
Qiong Yi said: "But the drawings have been borrowed first, and you, the hall master, are a little late."
"Who borrowed it?"
"My friend, who is now a guest of the Su family, said that this type of formation was very interesting, so when we withdrew the camp and returned home, I let him take it all."
Nangong Li's eyes twitched: "Lu Xiyan, do you really not regard other people as outsiders?"
"The hall master didn't try his best to teach me, and he didn't accept me as his disciple. That's why I should treat you as an outsider."
Nangong Li was so angry that he just said: "Ask him to return it as soon as possible." After flinging his sleeves and walking away, Qiong Yi curled his lips and thought: This guy's temper is really bad.
*
Time and months flow by.
The pass of Xijiang was repaired and stabilized, and the guard towers and imperial guards used to control the border at that time are also used today. Qiong also heard that some of the casual cultivators who had volunteered to come to the front line had their work done, while others chose to stay at the guard station, receive salaries from the five clans, and practice to make a living.
At the same time, the five major clans began to recruit disciples from outside the sect. Other clans located in the high mountains may have less influence, but the Lu family's mansion is located at the foot of the White Rock Cliff, in Taipa City, so the city is getting more and more lively day by day. There are children from rich families who are sent here through connections to seek immortality in Buddhism, ordinary people who come to seek apprenticeships and find a way out, and countless poor people who come to make a living.
The outer gate is lively and the inner gate is quiet. Qiong Yi likes to join in the fun. In her spare time from practicing Qinggong, she often sits on a tree and watches the new students in the outer sect having fun. After being discovered by the elder in charge, she is asked to teach swordsmanship to the new disciples. Qiong Yi is a good-natured person with a soft temper, but despite repeated requests from others, she goes to demonstrate basic sword skills in front of young disciples, or attends the selection examination as an examiner. In the battle assessment, her sword was precise and sharp, defeating the newcomers. The elder stood in front of Qiong Yi and introduced in a boastful tone: This is your inner sect sister, Lu Xiyan, the direct disciple of the sect master. From now on, if you practice diligently, you will one day be able to practice swordsmanship to her level.
Unsurprisingly, Qiong also became the talk of the freshmen outside the sect after dinner, from her bizarre and humble life as a servant, to her happy marriage contract with Young Master Sheng, to her adventures with her friends in the world to seize the divine sword. The anecdote, finally talking about her strategies and achievements during the war, was passed down from person to person and talked about with great enthusiasm, attracting everyone's admiration and admiration. It was not only spread outside the country, but even in Taipa City, and "Lu Xiyan" became a legend for a while. A remarkable person.
Even when Zhu Yunluo was working in the mansion, she would be respected as "Senior Sister Xiyan's sister" and would do things for her. Zhu Yunluo was afraid that she was not the one to do the work, and her wages would be deducted. Qiong would also be dumbfounded if the elders asked her again. He was teaching swordsmanship to the new students in the outer sect, but refused to go even after saying anything.
*
The end of the year, winter time.
The ghost aura in the battlefield in Western Xinjiang was finally cleared away. Sheng Xuanyuan led his disciples back to Luoyao, but he took a detour to see Qiong Yi just as he had come.
After Qiong Yi heard the news that a member of the Sheng family had returned, she left the house to see him. Sheng Xuanyuan went to the Lu family house, and Qiong also ran to the city gate, but missed. A resident showed them the way. They had just finished pointing the way for Sheng Xuanyuan a while ago, and Qiong Yi ran to this street not long after. The two were supposed to meet at noon, but they ended up circling Taipa City several times until At dusk, Sheng Xuanyuan relied on the guidance of his soul to catch Zhui Feng Qingying, who was running around, and held her in his arms.
The sun was setting in the west, the north wind was howling, and the sky was covered with orange-red glow on the clouds. There were withered branches in the distance. On the stone pavement in the street, the two of them hugged each other tighter and tighter. They couldn't express their longing for each other in their hearts.
Sheng Xuanyuan steadied his breathing and held her cold hand: "Qiong Yi, I'm going back to Luoyao."
She said: "Yeah."
Then he said: "I will miss you, Sheng Kyung."
Sheng Xuanyuan held her hand and raised her little finger: "Do you still remember the promise you made to me? The one who can do anything."
"I remember." Qiong Yi pursed her lips, obviously reluctant to give up, but her eyes were full of smiles: "There is only one thing left. So, what do you want me to do for you in this matter?"
"I want you to wait for me."
The winter wind rolled up his hair, which was as black as ink satin. His face was turned away from the setting sun, and his eyes were gleaming. Qiong Yi felt that he was the most dazzling thing here. He said, "Wait until I take you away."
