The spring thoughts are wandering, and the sun is rising three poles.
Qi Yan woke up and found himself lying on the bed in the study.
Turning his peripheral vision slightly, he noticed Wen Yuyin looking at him complicatedly, saying nothing for a long time...
"Senior~"
Qi Yan was a little embarrassed. He wanted to apologize deeply for what happened last night, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to remain silent.
At this time, the morning sun rises through the gap in the window, and its brilliance flows, reflecting on Wen Yuyin's cold face, like a fairy descending from heaven, stained with a bit of fireworks from the world of mortals...
"do I look good?"
"Um?"
Qi Yan's expression was slightly stunned, even if his brain circuit had not turned around, after reacting, he wondered: "Why do you ask like this, senior?"
"Am I good-looking?" Wen Yuyin asked again with an indifferent expression.
"nice."
Qi Yan asked sincerely, with a firm attitude and no joking at all: "Prettier than the fairies in the sky!"
"Glib tongue~"
Wen Yuyin raised the corners of his mouth, pinched Qi Yan's cheek, and asked tenderly: "How many fairies like me have you seen before?"
"..."
This kind of question is comparable to giving a proposition, just like when Qi Yan was in his previous life, his girlfriend asked her mother how difficult it would be to save her first if she fell into the water at the same time.
And "seen" and "played with", in their consciousness, the two meanings are absolutely the same.
However, Qi Yan would not be fooled. After his thoughts changed, he leaned into Wen Yuyin's heart without hesitation and replied tenderly: "One, only one senior is enough in this life!"
When Wen Yuyin saw his answer, a smile spread across his face, and then he said with a teasing smile: "What? Are you still called senior now?"
"..."
Qi Yan reacted immediately, raised his forehead slightly, their eyes met, the love was deep, and they were intoxicated: "Sister Wen~"
As he said that, he didn't forget to come forward and sniff.
The fragrance is like orchid…
Then he felt the spring of spring again, raising and lowering his hands, causing the person next to the pillow to gasp.
When the Spring Festival was over, Wen Yuyin had already begged for mercy, letting the fragrant sweat mixed with rouge flow on his body...
...
After three or four months in a row.
Qi Yan and the two have become accustomed to this relationship.
In the study room at this moment.
Qi Yan, as usual, stood with his hands clasped in front of his chest and taught Wen Yuyin how to draw symbols...
The latter stood in front of the table attentively like a student, and then drew the talisman behind the entrance with a pen on the yellow paper.
Occasionally when the drawing fails, Qi Yan will come forward to comfort him, then gently place his hands on the other person's hands, and teach him step by step...
Wen Yuyin was no longer surprised by this, but he naturally enjoyed Qi Yan's caress.
"My good sister, are you drawing talismans or ghostly drawing talismans?"
"..."
Criticism belongs to criticism, praise belongs to praise, Qi Yan’s teaching is unique, it uses both, kindness and prestige are combined, and it is also a matter of painstaking efforts.
I don’t know whether it was Qi Yan’s earnest teachings or Wen Yuyin’s intoxication in the tenderness of the affectionate land. After that, her painting skills finally ushered in a breakthrough...
The trend of the pen can already be controlled from light to heavy, from urgent to slow, reaching the state of free movement.
Qi Yan nodded with satisfaction.
And this time, it is almost more than a year.
In the early morning of that day, Qi Yan took out the yellow paper and the two began to try to draw the distraction talisman.
"Sister Wen, this time you must unite your mind and heart during this drawing, and do not stop thinking, otherwise the bad talisman will be small, and your spiritual consciousness will be counterattacked..."
"Um."
Wen Yuyin nodded solemnly.
As early as the beginning of his studies, Qi Yan introduced to Wen Yuyin how to draw excessive talismans. In addition to maintaining control over the output of pen power and spiritual power during the drawing process, he also needed to separate his own spiritual consciousness, and then use it again. One can imagine the difficulty of integrating it into the talisman paper and sealing it.
Even though I have drawn it hundreds of times before, this is the first time I have drawn it in a very detailed way, so I must not be careless.
"That's it~"
Qi Yan stood aside and reminded: "Sister Wen, let's start drawing."
He didn't dare to be careless. In this case, Wen Yuyin still needed to be by his side to guide him.
Secondly, if there is an accident, you can respond quickly.
At this moment, Wen Yuyin held his breath and concentrated, and there was silence in the room.
After placing the first stroke, the traces on the talisman paper gradually revealed a faint aura.
When it comes to the next force line, the aura follows Wen Yuyin's brushstrokes and flows with it, as flexible and vivid as the flow of blood.
'The aura is so strong, it deserves to be a high-end talisman, but I wonder if Sister Wen can continue to bless it? '
Looking at the sweat on Wen Yuyin's forehead, Qi Yan was also secretly frightened.
Halfway through the drawing, Wen Yuyin's brows suddenly became more and more furrowed, and his writing power gradually became vague and unstable.
"Sister Wen, don't stop thinking!"
The aura on Qi Yanguan's paper was greatly reduced, and the flow seemed to be blocked, so he suddenly reminded him.
Wen Yuyin reacted immediately and gradually thickened his writing force. At the final stage, he began to separate his spiritual consciousness.
This is also the most critical time. If the separated consciousness cannot be sealed, the consciousness will be quickly withdrawn from the detached state, and then attack the original owner, causing backlash.
Qi Yan was afraid that the situation would change and stared intently in front of him.
When the spiritual consciousness is slowly injected into the yellow paper in an invisible state, the flowing aura suddenly appears in the blue light, and gradually rises along the drawn handwriting.
As a late-stage foundation-building monk, Wen Yuyin has already developed his spiritual consciousness and can use his spiritual consciousness to perceive things around him.
However, Qingxia Mountain mainly focuses on the Immortal Art Sword Technique, supplemented by body training, and the Spiritual Consciousness Technique is even more rare. As Wen Yuyin's inner disciple, the techniques he studied are naturally lacking in his inheritance.
This keeps Wen Yuyin's perception and control within the range of a normal monk.
Faced with the current situation, which required a very high level of control ability from the divine consciousness, Wen Yuyin gradually felt that he was unable to do what he wanted, and there seemed to be signs of backlash.
"Sister Wen, if you hold on, you will succeed soon." Qi Yan stood aside and said anxiously.
At this time, the traces on the yellow paper appeared with green light, which was more obvious than before, which made Qi Yan overly surprised.
However, it passed quickly, and the original green charm was dimmed in an instant.
"Sister Wen~"
Qi Yan suddenly felt bad. What he was most worried about had happened.
So just before Wen Yuyin was about to faint, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up.
Just for a moment, the moment Qi Yan touched Wen Yuyin's skin, he suddenly felt that his soul was being continuously pulled away by a force.
Looking around, he found that Wen Yuyin's pen was still resting on the last stroke of the rune.
'Oops, now Barbie is buttoned...'
Countless fragments of his life flashed through Qi Yan's mind. He remembered running under the sunset that day in his previous life. That was his lost youth...
There is also the warmth that I experienced as a child in this life, the pain and hardship that I experienced after my parents were gone...
Including the joy of living and dreaming in the spring boudoir, Mama Yu, Chun'er, Jin'er, Li Lirong... and Sister Wen Yuyin and Wen in front of her.
He really wanted to commemorate it...but he was unwilling to do so.
It took a lot of effort for me to trigger the magical effect of the golden finger. Now, before I had a chance to experience it a few times, I met misfortune and died mysteriously.
What a twist of fate!
Before Qi Yan could say a few words of emotion, the pain of separation made him faint again.
Wen Yuyin, who was about to faint, managed to withstand the backlash of his consciousness after being saved by Qi Yan's life.
In the end, the magic rune was completed, and the flowing aura shone brightly again under the fusion of blue light.
The weak Wen Yuyin crawled away from Qi Yan and hurriedly leaned forward to check the situation.
But seeing Qi Yan's pale face, she regretted it, and hurriedly took out the healing pills and stuffed them into Qi Yan's mouth.
She couldn't imagine how much guilt she would bear if the other party died, and how she would face his late mother...
