who has seen the wind

At dusk, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was full of red clouds, and the town was covered with a gentle halo.

"Second Senior Brother, you smell so good."

"...What kind of fragrance?"

"The scent of flowers and herbs."

Xie Wei's eyes were dark for a while, and his mind was in chaos, as if he had just had a dream.The dialogue seemed familiar, yet strange.

Xie Wei's vision gradually cleared up, and he saw a 16-year-old boy in white clothes.That young man has a handsome appearance, his eyes are like ink dots, his lips are like red cherry, his hair is extremely black and his complexion is extremely white, like a piece of natural rough jade that captivates people's hearts and souls.

Xie Wei was overjoyed: "Aji, you are back."

Xia Ji kept silent, lowered his eyes, and stroked the white jade pendant on his neck with his long and white fingers.

Xia Ji was unusually silent.

Xie Wei hadn't noticed anything unusual, so she took two steps forward, wanting to probe Xia Ji's forehead to see if he had a fever.Xie Wei didn't understand why she did this, but subconsciously felt that it should be so.

Before Xie Wei's hand touched the young man's forehead, the young man took two steps back and pressed his back against the blue-gray wall.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, his dark eyes contained fear, alertness and indifference, then he lowered his head very quickly, holding the jade pendant with trembling fingers.

Xie Wei frowned, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter?" In the impression that Xia Ji was bright and unruly, the smile at the corners of his brows and eyes made everything pale, and more importantly... Xia Ji had never looked at himself like this.

Xia Ji huddled in the corner of the wall, pressed his forehead against the peeling wall, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, put the jade pendant on his lips, and cried out softly, "Help me..."

Xie Wei became more and more confused, so she approached Xia Ji worriedly, wanting to hug Xia Ji into her arms and comfort her with a warm voice.

Xia Ji's trembling pupils reflected the hand slowly stretching out from the wall, as if he saw a black bat skimming across the extremely cold abyss, holding his head and screaming, "Help me!"

Before Xie Wei's hand fell on Xia Ji's shoulder, it was opened by a sharp sword force.

Xie Wei looked at Jiang Qingye who came from Tafeng in amazement, and had many questions in his heart: Why is Xia Ji afraid of himself?Why did Jiang Qingye look at him with such sharp eyes?And... where did Xia Ji go during that time, and why did she turn into a three-year-old child when she came back?

"Ah Ji, don't be afraid, the elder brother is here." Jiang Qingye comforted Xia Ji softly, and took Xia Ji into his arms.

Xia Ji was like a lost child who finally found his dear one, hugged Jiang Qingye's waist tightly, buried his face in Jiang Qingye's shoulder, and cried softly: "Help me."

From the beginning to the end, Xia Ji only said one word: Help me.

Jiang Qingye spoke softly to comfort him, and patted Xia Ji's back lightly, Xia Ji gradually stopped trembling with fear.

Xie Wei said: "Eldest brother..."

Jiang Qingye raised his head, the gentle look just now was gone, his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was gloomy.Taking into account Xia Ji's presence, Jiang Qingye didn't explode on the spot, and said slowly, "Go back to the mountain first."

Xianchen Pavilion has been rebuilt, but Xia Ji refused to take a step.Jiang Qingye had no choice but to place Xia Ji in his own residence.

Seeing Xia Ji falling asleep with his soft pillow in his arms, Jiang Qingye got up, glanced at Xie Wei, and said, "Go out and talk."

The two brothers stood in front of a sea of ​​flowers.

Jiang Qingye's Jingchu Pavilion is also full of flowers, but because they are rarely taken care of, the flowers are a bit weak and slender, and the grass grows a bit ferocious and irritable.

"They are all planted by Xia Ji." Jiang Qingye held up the delicate flower bones, "The flowers are blooming brilliantly, and in the sea of ​​flowers, my heart will not be so lonely. When Mrs. Xia passed away, Xia Ji was 12 years old. A 12-year-old child , all alone, alone, how should I spend the rest of my long life?"

Xie Wei listened silently to the past that Xia Ji never mentioned.

"The rest of my life is too long, Xia Ji died on the way."

Xie Wei couldn't help asking: "What's going on?"

Jiang Qingye's eyes were deep, and he couldn't see sorrow and joy clearly, "Immortal Wendao broke Xia Ji's soul. When Xia Ji died, the world was celebrating Yuheng, the number one immortal in the world."

Xie Wei is hard to say for a long time.

"Master received Mr. Yuheng's instruction: 'Be kind to my son.' Master and I ran around looking for Mr. Yuheng's child in the world, but what we found was a lifeless corpse."

"The 12-year-old child was lying quietly on the Wanzang Mound, wrapped in a tattered white cloth."

"Not even a coffin."

"Master sighed and said, bury it."

"I looked at the little child who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and felt a little uneasy in my heart that had been silent for decades. Burying such a small child in the loess that has never seen the sun will make me feel uneasy."

"In the end, Master and I worked together to recall Xia Ji's fragmented souls, and we barely put them together."

"Xia Ji, who only has seven percent of his soul, woke up, opened a pair of black eyes, and smiled brightly at the world."

"At that time, I made up my mind that as long as I am still alive, Xia Ji will not be allowed to die again."

"I'm good at divination, and against the punishment of heaven, I made a fortune teller for Xia Ji. Junior brother, guess what I got?"

Xie Wei thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't guess."

With a bitter smile on Jiang Qingye's lips, he shook his head helplessly, and said, "I've counted on Xia Ji, and you are my destiny."

Xie Wei was taken aback.

"And the role you play in Xia Ji's life is fate. As long as there is you, Xia Ji will be in deep danger again and again."

Xie Wei was silent, and said in a low voice: "So you gave Chu Lingyu a spiritual sword, and told him to pick up the sword and cut off the fate."

When she was 13 years old, in her dream, the first person Chu Lingyu met...was Jiang Qingye.It's just a pity that Chu Lingyu was bewildered by the second person, completely forgot Jiang Qingye's entrustment, and took away nine points of Xie Wei's luck with the spirit sword.

Jiang Qingye said: "That's right. It's a pity that not only failed to cut off the fate between you that time, but I also suffered heaven's punishment because of my delusional attempt to change my fate. I tried my best to destroy the opportunity for you to meet, who knows, in the end it was Master himself. Brought you back to Xingzhipai."

"On the day Master accepted you as an apprentice, Xia Ji called your senior brother, thinking that you were unique. It can be seen that the fate of evil is so deep that with my meager strength, it is impossible to turn the world around."

"Due to the lack of three parts of the soul, Xia Ji has been unable to grow up, and has maintained a 12-year-old appearance. But after he met you, he gradually grew up. Do you know why?"

Xie Wei hesitated: "Fire Cheng?"

The Fire Clarity Technique is a kind of fire-attribute mental method, which can burn other people's inner alchemy when practiced to a certain level.And Xie Wei's practice is only because he is afraid of the cold in winter, and the Huocheng Technique can dispel the severe cold.

Every winter, Xie Wei practiced the Huo Cheng technique. At that time, Xia Ji especially liked to stick to Xie Wei's body, and couldn't tear it off.

Xia Ji's soul is extremely easy to be damaged, so he cultivated in the Yanlong Realm for 300 years to make the broken souls fuse with each other more closely.

And the fire ignited by the Fire Clarity Technique was taken from the Flame Dragon Realm.

Therefore, Xie Wei thinks that because he practiced the Huo Cheng technique, and Xia Ji often clings to him, Xia Ji's soul became more and more stable, and he was able to grow up like a normal child.

Jiang Qingye said: "I used to think that it was because of the Fire Clarity Technique. After Xia Ji became a three-year-old child, I hugged him to practice the Fire Clarity Technique, but Xia Ji didn't show any signs of growing up."

Xie Wei was a little unbelievable, "Aren't you afraid of damage to your spiritual roots when you use ice spiritual roots to practice the fire clarification technique?" The most taboo thing about cultivation is that the attributes of the spiritual roots conflict with the attributes of the exercises. Could it be that Jiang Qingye doesn't know this? ?

"It's the only way I can."

"I've been practicing Huocheng Technique for so many years, come to me..." Xie Wei suddenly couldn't continue, Jiang Qingye didn't even want to see Xia Ji by himself, let alone practice with Xia Ji?

"Later, I guessed that there must be something on your body, which is closely related to Xia Ji's soul, and could lead him to grow up again and again."

"……what?"

"I don't know yet. Xia Ji is back, and I feel at ease." Jiang Qingye lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his light purple pupils were covered by fine eyelashes, looking at Fengya for no reason.

Xie Wei was silent, and said: "From now on, can I see Xia Ji again?"

Jiang Qingye replied: "No. Otherwise, I will ask the master to expel you from the sect."

Xie Wei: "After being expelled from the division, can I see Xia Ji again?"

Jiang Qingye paused every word: "No. Never."

Xie Wei suppressed the roiling anger in his heart, and said: "I respect you as an elder brother, so I asked you. You are senior brother Xia Ji, protect him, and I am also senior brother Xia Ji, so will I harm him?"

"Xie Wei, do you deserve the word 'senior brother' too?" Jiang Qingye said coldly, "Don't think I don't know what a shameful dream you had!"

Xie Wei suddenly remembered that scene - under the moonlight, on the grass, two entangled bodies.

Xie Wei couldn't help but took two steps back, her face flushed red with shame.

He longed to have Xia Ji, and also longed to be owned by Xia Ji.

So I had a dream, a lecherous dream that I thought about every day and dreamed about at night.

Jiang Qingye gradually stepped into the night.

Xie Wei looked at the slender figure, and said eagerly: "You haven't told me why Xia Ji turned into a child."

"Extremely cold abyss." After Jiang Qingye said the four words, he disappeared.