Xiao Qinghuan

Yan Qing had a long dream.

Kunlun in the dream is as usual, with thousands of years of snow, and it is even more white in winter.Most of the birds and beasts in the mountains were also missing, and there was no sound in the whole mountain except for the sound of falling snow.

Yan Qing was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and was climbing up the steps halfway up the mountain.

A carp was tossing and turning in the bamboo basket, its tail fin slapped the wall of the basket fiercely, the splashed water fell on the back of Yan Qing's neck, and it condensed into frost in a short while.

I don't know if it's because of the mountain's topography, or as folk rumors say, Kunlun Mountain has its own miracles.In short, since Yan Qing can remember, the cold pool in the middle of the mountain will never freeze even in the deep winter, and even the medicinal herbs on the side of the Tan have never withered, and the fish can still sleep peacefully at the bottom of the Tan under countless winters , as if this corner of the land has long been completely isolated from time.

However, he grew up in the mountains since he was a child, so he is no stranger to it.

Today is his birthday, Lu Feng said that he wanted to cook by himself, so he sent him to catch a fish and go back to drink.

There is no time in the mountain, and the long stone steps bend and spread to the depths of the mountain, so long that it is impossible to see the way.In the vast snow, the cyan stone steps are hidden among the fine pine forests, stepping up step by step, it really means climbing the steps to find immortals.

Yan Qing has a weak temper, and he doesn't like to use lightness kung fu very much, but today he always feels that his feet are light, as if he can't step on the ground.

An afterimage rushed up from the cliff beside him, and the long cry of a crane resounded through the forest. Yan Qing paused, knowing that it was Lu Feng who was urging him.

But when he climbed the mountain, he found that Lu Feng was not at home.

The Kunlun lineage is not as people imagined. It needs to live on the top of Kunlun in a high-rise building, and it has to be beyond the reach of others to show a little bit of difference.I just took a piece of gentle land in the mountains, built a few wooden houses sporadically for my feet, and built a bamboo building to store books.

It's just that they lined up outside with Qimen Dunjia, so that those who have been searching for immortals and Taoism for so many years have returned without success.

If he knew that he was in a dream, he would have realized something was wrong at this time.

However, the scene in the dream was too familiar, Yan Qing didn't think about it for a while, and just put down his things when he saw it, ready to go out to find Lu Feng.

Kunlun Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, but there are only a few places Lu Feng can go to. Yan Qing closed the door, took the sword from the wall, and went to the sword training platform.

Halfway through the journey, snow began to fall again in the midair.

Lu Feng was sitting in the pavilion by the cliff, playing chess against himself.

In front of him is a mess, the black and white are fighting in full swing, and it has become a confrontation.Lu Feng was holding a white ball, frowning slightly, thinking about what to do next.

"Qing'er." Seeing him coming, Lu Feng threw the chess piece into the box: "Come."

Yan Qing saluted Lu Feng, then sat across from him, took the chess box containing the white chess by himself, looked at the situation carefully, and then made a prudent move.

Lu Feng twirled the chess piece, but his mind didn't seem to be above that: "What experience do you have when you go down the mountain this time?"

downhill?Yan Qing thought blankly, since he can remember, he has been on Kunlun, practicing sword every day, and he has never gone down the mountain.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Feng asked again: "Have you met anyone?"

A white crane flew up from the cliff and landed on Lu Feng's hand.Bai He was alive, standing quietly and docilely aside, his eyes were moist and gentle, and his dark pupils were crystal clear, reflecting his appearance.Yan Qing was in a daze, and the word "Wei Zeng" rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it.

"It seems that you didn't have any adventures when you went this time." Lu Feng sighed, and said with regret: "In that case, it's better to go back to the mountain and wait for the opportunity in the future. It just so happens that you are not here, and I am a little deserted by myself."

Seeing that Yan Qing couldn't say anything, Lu Feng raised his hand and threw the chess pieces into the chess box as an admission of defeat: "I can't do anything with this chess, let's go, let's go back, today is your birthday, go back and serve you a bowl of noodles. "

Yan Qing suddenly felt that he had forgotten something, he vaguely remembered the general outline, but he couldn't touch the edge no matter what.

This matter seemed to be of some importance to him, he thought for a while and still had no idea, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Lu Feng had already walked a few steps away, seeing that he hadn't followed, he turned around and called him, "Qing'er."

Yan Qing subconsciously responded, and stood up to follow Lu Feng's footsteps, but heard a jingling sound beside her, as if something had knocked on the stone bench.

Yan Qing looked down, only to find a jade pendant hanging around his waist.

He froze for a moment.Kunlun's jade pendant was hanging on Lu Feng's waist. Apart from a sword, when did he have this object.

Seeing this, Lu Feng suddenly smiled: "I said you are restless today, so it turns out that you still have appointments you haven't attended."

Yan Qing finally felt something was wrong: "No, Master, what—"

Before he could catch up with Lu Feng, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.Yan Qing turned her head, and saw the delicate-eyed young man standing behind him, holding his hand firmly, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

"Ah Qing, don't you remember my birthday?"

The young man's voice was very low, but it hit his chest like a drum. The uneasy feeling just now dissipated suddenly. Yan Qing only felt his whole body sink, and his whole body trembled. Falling down, everything in the foreground was scattered.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he felt a splitting headache, his limbs were heavy, and he didn't even have the strength to move half a bit.

Yan Qing's voice was dry and hoarse, and his eyelids were heavy. Before he could try to move, he felt his lips soften, and something stuck to them.

Something warm and soft pressed against his lips gently, Yan Qing was in a daze, but the other party moved suddenly. **Pried open his lips and teeth nimbly, followed by a mouthful of concoction mixed with something.

The bitterness made the root of his tongue numb, and it was mixed with an unpalatable fishy smell, Yan Qing frowned slightly, his throat choked uncontrollably, almost choking himself.

The other party seemed to be aware of his discomfort, and raised his chin before he felt nauseated, and then gave him another sip of water.

The clear water dilutes the nauseating bitter smell, leaving only a hint of sweet herbal fragrance.

Yan Qing felt that the aroma was somewhat familiar, it was the smell of Baiziren.

There was a slight sound in the ear, followed by a sigh that was close at hand.

——It's Jiang Xiaohan.

He wanted to say something to Jiang Xiaohan, but he couldn't beat the drowsiness surging from his limbs, so he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside.

Yan Qing was no longer as uncomfortable as before, but her eyelids were still heavy, and it took a lot of effort to pull herself out of that drowsy state.

The night was dark, but there was still a faint light in the room, as if there was a candle light at the end of the bed.Yan Qing fell into a coma these few days, her eyes had not seen light for a long time, she was almost stung by the candlelight and shed tears, she lowered her eyes and waited for a long time before she could see the situation clearly.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the mist in front of his eyes, only to realize that his left hand was being firmly held. Jiang Xiaohan half sat and half leaned on the two-foot-long footrest under the bed, with a black robe casually draped over his body. Fell asleep next to his bed.

The author says:

Thank you Ziqi, the fish food you hate the most in summer~ Thank you very much~