Asked The Red Dust

Three days later, Ninghun Dancheng became full, and Danxiang was full of room.

The red hearth is turned on automatically, and a purple elixir floats out slowly. The purple qi is full of light. Even from afar, you can feel the joy of the soul.

Three copies of the materials available for alchemy destroyed two copies, with a third success rate. Qin Yi leaned to the side and collapsed, looking at the fairy elixir in the sky, he was both relieved and somewhat afraid.

He doesn't understand the thing of probability. In theory, there is a 50% success rate, and three copies of the material can always be one. But in fact, when you have finished the first two materials, and the last one is left, the first two parts do not exist. This failure is a complete failure.

At the time of alchemy, I did not think about these things, and I continued to practice in one breath. Think about it afterwards if it fails?

If you want to find suitable medicinal materials and refinish it, then you do n’t know the Year of the Monkey and the Moon. The demon blood black lotus is a very unexpected thing. It has been hiding on the body for almost a year.

Elixir floated towards the mace by the wall, and then floated on the top of the rod. Purple gas sprinkled gently and enveloped the body. The elixir gradually fell and gradually merged with the mace. The scene is a little dreamy.

"Qin Yi ..." tassel whispered: "I absorb the soul, I can only wake up after a long sleep, it won't take long, but there is no certain number ... You are without me, and I use my brains, but Don't be pitted. "

Qin Yi was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while.

He hadn't thought about it before, after it was refined, he would enter a state where he could not communicate with tassel for a short time ... This was originally nothing, that is, to sleep for a while, and soon I could see a cute stick spirit in front ... But for Qin Yi, it really felt like there was an empty space in my heart.

When I went to the palace to meet Qingjun's father, I felt uncomfortable all morning without a stick. How many days do I have to leave this time?

But he also knows that there can be no such "tassel dependency", and he ultimately depends on himself.

In fact, most of his actions at the recent stage are his own choices. Except for "I want me to ask" when something is needed, the tassel rarely intervenes to influence his way of thinking. Both sides have known for a long time, one day tassels re-condensed the body-even do not wait for the condensed body, as long as the Yangshen can travel freely from the body, it is impossible to stay together with Qin Yi.

Sooner or later he must get used to days without tassels.

The more the tassel recovers, the closer it gets to that day.

Now that this short sleep is a preview, you must get used to it.

Ziguang gradually became silent, and the tassel disappeared. Qin Yi picked up the mace, gently breathed, and turned to go out.

At this time, the mace can still be held in the hand, but there is no tassel to communicate ... The one who lives with him is never a mace, but the soul hidden in the rod.

The first minute without tassels ... but I didn't have the feeling of being empty, but I was a little absent-minded.

I don't have much thought in practice.

Rather than losing tassel communication, it is a sense of loneliness.

Earlier I relied on tassels and said that it was to learn the Tao. It was really better to say that I was a partner who lived together, because it could fill my lonely feeling of being alone. Tassel is the only person who knows that his origin is not in this world. In this sense, only tassel can let him find nostalgia.

A ... passer in a different world.

Foreigners and strangers, especially when they are lonely, will especially miss Qingjun. It ’s not this moment, it ’s happened before, but he would n’t show it in front of tassels, it would seem that he did n’t get out of the dust.

After all, it was his first woman, and the only one who was truly a "girlfriend." When I am lonely, I naturally miss it.

Usually there is nowhere to go, there are no moments of thought, but when a certain loneliness comes, there will be a wave of thoughts. He would really like to know what Li Qingjun is doing now, whether he still bears such a heavy burden on his shoulders, is it difficult for a treacherous minister to live with her, and helping a little one-year-old doll to govern the country ...

That night's lingering will often pass through the mind at night, Qin Yi knows that he is not a lover, he can not forget, that is the first love.

To put it bluntly, he said goodbye to Nanli Xundao, and it also meant that he could protect her.

Not to leave her.

At this time, there was no tassel, no Qingjun, no Minghe, and now the practice is now, when I look back suddenly, I am alone.

Qin Yi shook his head and suddenly smiled.

After leaving the cave, he climbed to the top of his peak and found that it was dusk. Ascending the sky and looking at the vast mountains in the drizzle of the setting sun can make you feel more relaxed.

He sat on the edge of the cliff, took out the jade flute, and played a song gently.

There is no formula, just a manifestation of mood, a casual expression, blowing and blowing to make a tune and become a brand-new tune.

Xianjia's skills are such that a person who did not understand music before January suddenly becomes a musician.

"Speaking of passing guests, in fact, you are a very emotional person." Ju Yunxiu's voice came from behind.

Qin Yidi suddenly stopped, said lightly: "Sister Sister not sleeping today?"

"I just woke up, I heard the voice of love, and my heart felt. I don't care if my ancestors can really have people who speak with joy." Ju Yunxiu sat beside him, looking at him with curiosity: "Who is this farewell What about? "

Qin Yi knew that the meaning of the tune could not be concealed from Ju Yunxiu, who was really knowledgeable and could only say: "Think of friends who are separated for a short time, but also lovers of the old country."

"Do you have a lover?" Ju Yunxiu automatically ignored his friends and grabbed the point: "Why not be a buddy and always be by your side?"

Qin Yi looked at Yuanshan dreamily: "She has her responsibilities, which is more important than Tao."

"What about you? Why not stay with her?"

"I also have my responsibilities." Qin Yi said: "When I seek success, I will go back."

"Even a hundred years later ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She's already gray-haired?" Ju Yunxiu sighed: "How can you be like a fairy couple, a century-old river and lake."

Qin Yi was silent for a moment and slowly said: "I don't need a century."

Ju Yunxiu looked at him curiously for a while, and suddenly smiled: "It's really fast. For more than a month, when I first entered Qin Xin and reached the 4th floor of Qin Xin, I couldn't feel a sense of vainity.

Qin Yidao said: "It is the way of the sister, and my practice is so fast."

Ju Yunxiu nodded and said, "I only passed on your flute skills, but not on warfare. Today, exactly at this point, I pass on some of your tunes to fight."

Qin Yi suddenly said, "Speaking hand in hand."

Ju Yunxiu's fingers stopped and looked at him with a smile: "Do you really want to provoke me?"

Qin Yi hadn't answered yet, and she laughed herself again: "Well, but a lonely person."

Qin Yiqi said: "It seems that you know very well."

Ju Yunxiu smiled and did not answer.

Lianbi is willing to come with loneliness, but the same people.

Ju Yunxiu's hand turned over, and suddenly a lyre string appeared in his hand: "I play, you listen, wait until you learn, you and I are together, OK?"

Qin Yi said with a smile: "Are you sure I can know your voice? I hope the farewell is too high ..."

Ju Yunxiu smiled slightly: "If you want me to handle it, this is the first threshold. See if you can do it."

The sound of the piano rose, the birds hovered, and the harmony sounded, and the mountains and the water reverberated in the sunset.

I don't know when there was a whistle of flute in the sound of the piano, just like the mountain wind suddenly added to the flowing water, and there were falling flowers and floating water, slowly drifting away.

The dwarf pine at the edge of the cave turned into a breeze and bright moon, looking up at the top of the mountain, and whispered in a low voice: "The real piano meets each other, the confidant is hard to find."

This literati samurai, even the big boy is Wen Qing.