Zhu He

Dong Qinghe opened his eyes, the bed beside him was already empty, his tentacles felt cool, he thought the master had left for a while.Clothes got out of bed and opened the door, the sky was dim, and there was a figure in the yard swinging a long whip, dancing around, that jumping figure was like a golden-red butterfly, hazy and beautiful in the morning light.

Dong Qinghe leaned against the wall silently and admired it for a long time, until two white lights flew towards him, breaking the quiet and beautiful atmosphere and his focused eyes.

Dong Qinghe tilted his head slightly to avoid it, and the white light hit the door rail beside his face.

"It's a pity that it's just about to bloom..." Dong Qinghe glanced at the two hosta flowers that were deeply embedded in the wooden door, and then looked at Chang Jiaci, sighed with a smile, but didn't know what to say It has to be a flower or a person.

Chang Jiaci, who was in the distance, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard his light tone, and immediately glanced at Dong Qinghe with a stern face: "Looking at the wall and listening to the wall quietly, what a gentleman."

Dong Qinghe was still smiling, walked over with a step up, opened his hands generously to him, and wrapped his arms around the person in front of him: "Floating clouds and dew, and the first dawn of the fragrance, I'm just afraid of disturbing the people who just woke up. It's just a view..."

As Dong Qinghe said, he lowered his head and kissed Chang Jiaci's lips.

Chang Jiaci let him kiss softly, the whole person nestled into his arms, and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, seeing that the tenderness was about to be dyed in the autumn garden color, Dong Qinghe suddenly stretched out his hand He grabbed the claw that was trying to attack on the back of his neck.

Dong Qinghe raised his head, looked at Chang Jiaci, who was blushing, and shook his head helplessly: "What are you doing? Are you afraid that I will take your whip?"

Chang Jiaci asked lightly: "Didn't you plan to do that?" The thing was snatched from Wanyao Palace by himself, so he didn't believe that Dong Qinghe could let him take it back as his own so safely.

Dong Qinghe admitted: "I really wanted to return it to the original owner."

Seeing Chang Jiaci's face turned cold, Dong Qinghe said again.

"But... I also tried to summon the other party many times, but I still... didn't get a response."

"Hmph, are you talking about those two ghost messengers?" Chang Jiaci said bluntly, "They probably won't come."

"Why?"

Chang Jiaci paused, then shook his head: "I don't know... Oh, maybe you think I'm too pitiful, so you give this thing to me?" After speaking, he also felt that the reason was very credible, and he couldn't help showing his complacency smile.

This smile was seen by Dong Qinghe but felt unpleasant.

"What nonsense, what kind of charity is this... Sigh, that's all, if you really like it, you can use it for now." Anyway, I was watching him here every day, and Chang Jiaci also promised not to be impulsive again, at worst next time When the two ghost messengers came to the door, they exchanged it with other treasures and Chang Jiaci.

Just as he was talking, he saw Qingyi coming here with a porcelain pot and standing in front of Dong Qinghe.

Dong Qinghe was puzzled: "What is this?"

But Chang Jiaci broke out of his arms and walked over happily, saying: "This is rock sugar osmanthus porridge. I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I drank this stuff many years ago. I suddenly missed it so much that I got a big fuss." Made a bowl early."

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the pot, but frowned, and looked at Qingyi.

"Why does it look like this?" It was dusty and had a burnt smell.

Qingyi said unhappily: "How do I know, I survived according to your wishes, you must have remembered something wrong."

"I've been drinking for more than ten years, will I remember wrongly?" Chang Jiaci said in a deep voice.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Dong Qinghe squeezed the space between his eyebrows and said, "If it burns out, cook the pot again."

"No!" Chang Jiaci vetoed it, and carried the pot into the house, "It's been boiled for almost two hours, it's not worthwhile to just throw it away."

He put the pot on the table, spread out two bowls, and took a spoon to serve the porridge.

"I'm going to drink it," he said while looking at Dong Qinghe, "it's not necessarily more terrifying than that gut-piercing poison!"

Dong Qinghe seldom hesitated: "Elder Yun Canzi will come to the door in a while." It means that he has no time to enjoy delicious food...

Chang Jiaci raised his eyebrows: "Really, then poison me to death and let me go to hell alone."

"You might as well give this porridge to Master Yan Wang. After he drank it, he should be merciful and send you back." Qingyi on the side couldn't help but said.

Seeing that the fight was about to start again, Dong Qinghe couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally waved Qingyi back helplessly, and sat down at the table by himself.

"Naturally, I will accompany you..." Dongmen Master said softly, but the action of scooping up the porridge was a bit heavy.

Chang Jiaci stared at him, and suddenly said: "This porridge should really be delicious. It has a faint fragrance of osmanthus, and the rice grains are soft and smooth. It is sweet and delicious with rock sugar, making it unforgettable..." But he didn't expect to be I burned myself out.

Dong Qinghe touched the nostalgia in his eyes, and covered Chang Jiaci's hand.

"Do it next time, I will work with you, and we will definitely do it well."

Chang Jiaci shook his head: "It takes too much time, time is so precious, it might be gone in a blink of an eye..."

Listening to Chang Jiaci's murmur, Dong Qinghe felt a little heavy for some reason, just as he was about to say more, that Qingyi went away and came back again.

Seeing Chang Jiaci glaring at him, Qingyi said with a clear conscience: "Master, Elder Zhelong is here."

As a result, before Dong Qinghe could open his mouth, Chang Jiaci said, "Please hurry up, it's just for the elder to taste this porridge."

另两位：“……”

After a while, Zhelong entered the door, yelling in a loud voice to report to Dong Qinghe about Yanmen, but when he saw Chang Jiaci sitting at the table, he stopped talking immediately.I don't know if it was Dong Qinghe's order, or Zhe Long was already afraid of Chang Jiaci, seeing him with his eyes was no different from seeing Youzhen, it was all on guard.

Chang Jiaci was serving the porridge calmly, feeling that the eyes falling on him were not angry, and he stood up after filling a bowl full.

"Okay, I won't bother you to talk about the business, but it's rare that I have put so much thought into it, everyone should support it, this is the best spiritual valley in the Ministry of Water, how distressed it is to lose those disciples. "As he said, he picked up the pot again, "By the way, let the stupid fish and the unlucky ghost also taste it..."

Walking to the door and turning back, his tone was indescribably gentle: "Elder Zhelong, drink while it's hot."

Dong Qinghe: "..."

Zhe Long on the other end looked at the other end, then this end, and finally at the strange ball in the bowl, before Dong Qinghe could speak, he scooped up a big spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Dong Qinghe: "..."

Zhelong pursed his lips: "...why is it delicious?!"

Dong Qinghe: "..."

……

After hearing that Zhe Longbing had finished his affairs, Dong Qinghe rushed to Xiaju Palace, where Yun Canzi was already waiting.

"Master of the East Gate." Yun Canzi got up and greeted him.

"Master Yun, please don't be polite... Presumably the real Wuyang told you yesterday, right? Can the antidote for those formations be controlled?" Dong Qinghe broke through the prisoner spirit formation, and the 33rd floor of the magic formation was full of people. All kinds of poisons, if it wasn't for Dong Qinghe's golden light body protection, he must have died many times, and he can avoid it. If the other monks want to go to Yanmen to crusade together at that time, how will they deal with it? One person in Xueli was still not enough, so Zhiqishan, who was proficient in pill medicine and medicine, was needed to help break the poison in the array.

Yun Canzi nodded: "Some can be controlled, but some still need more refinement. Why don't the sect master explain the situation in detail to me, so I can have more ways to deal with it."

"it is good……"

The two discussed for a long time about the Prison Spirit Formation, and Yun Canzi had to be amazed by Moxiu's ruthless but exquisite poison technique, and decided that he must put in all his efforts after returning, and that he would give Yanmen's poison to him no matter what. Solve it.

Dong Qinghe thanked the other party, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly asked: "Master Yun... I have something to ask, I don't know if it is presumptuous."

Yun Canzi hurriedly said, "Where is the master of the east gate, as long as you want to know, Yun will definitely know everything and talk about it."

"It's about Jiu Ning Palace. I heard that Palace Master Hua came looking for you a while ago?" Dong Qinghe was a little ashamed when he mentioned this, "Does she want to ask you for help to destroy the soldiers' souls? It’s something he sent, but it’s just that...can you ask the master to wait for a while before implementing it, just wait until the Yanmen incident is settled?” After everything stabilized, he thought of a way to bestow something on Chang Jia Take back.

Unexpectedly, after Yun Canzi heard this, he said: "This... the master of the East Gate doesn't have to worry, Palace Master Hua did find Yun to break the soul of the soldiers, but you also know that this array needs the birth date of the new master. In order to attract talents, but Yunmou asked the Queen Flower Palace Master but changed his mind, so... this matter did not come to fruition."

"Palace Master Hua changed her mind? Why?" Dong Qinghe was surprised.

Yun Canzi: "She said... her birth horoscope is not suitable for outsiders to tell, so I asked Yun for a prescription and that's all."

"Fang Zi? Is it the prescription for detoxifying the black crow array?" Dong Qinghe asked.

Yun Canzi shook his head: "It's a prescription for drug addiction."

Drugged?

Dong Qinghe frowned, and was thinking about something when he heard Yun Canzi say something to himself.

"Strange, I didn't expect the master of the east gate to be interested in him."

and also?

Dong Qinghe stopped in his tracks: "What does Master Yun mean by this? Could it be that someone has asked about this before?"

"That's right, just now." Yun Canzi said.

Dong Qinghe's heart tightened, and he seemed to ask: "Who?"

Yun Canzi: "It's that disciple of yours... Well, Brother Chang, I happened to meet him before you came, and he asked the same thing as you, but when I said that, he hurried away gone."

"Where did he... go?" Dong Qinghe asked in a deep voice with a suddenly serious face.

"This... I don't know, it looks like the south."

As soon as Yun Canzi finished speaking, Dong Qinghe's figure had disappeared from the spot.

……

The master of the east gate rushed south all the way, and the scenes he might see kept appearing in his mind along the way, blood on the ground?Thousands of dead bodies?This kind of conjecture even disrupted Dong Qinghe's usual calmness, and made him feel uneasy like fear.

Don't be like this... Jiaci, don't be like this...

You wait for me, wait for me...

Dong Qinghe kept calling in his heart, but when he rushed to Jiuning Palace, the scene there still made him startled.

No bodies, no casualties.

The disciples in the sect still communicate with each other in a peaceful and peaceful state.

He turned around and landed outside the main hall in the palace. The disciples in the palace saw a bluish blue streamer approaching, and they were about to be on guard and shouted for guards, but they didn't expect that the person they saw was Dong Qinghe , Immediately received the fear.

"Dong, Dong... Sect Master?"

The maid was pleasantly surprised, she turned her head and hurried into the room to report, Hua Jiandong came out after a while.

"Oh, what kind of wind is blowing today, so that the master of Dongmen came here so suddenly." Her tone was cold, but she looked at the emotion in Dong Qinghe's eyes with an unconcealable brilliance. After taking that chaotic poison, Dong Qinghe never set foot here for her again. Didn't expect to come here today? !

Dong Qinghe glanced around and felt it for a while, but after not finding the familiar aura nearby, he stepped forward and said, "I have something to say to the Palace Master."

Hua Jiandong was taken aback for a moment, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, he took a step back, and raised his hand to the side hall.

"Okay, East Gate Master, please."

Leading the people to the hall, Hua Jiandong wanted to ask the maid to make tea again, but was stopped by Dong Qinghe unexpectedly.

Dong Qinghe's eyes were deep and straight to the point: "Master Hua, why did you do this?"

Hua Jiandong showed doubts: "What?"

Dong Qinghe stared at her firmly: "You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know," Hua Jiandong shook his head with a look of disappointment and innocence, "Could it be that the master of the East Gate came here to play charades with me? Or is he going to impose some trumped-up charges on Jiandong's head?"

Dong Qinghe was silent for a moment: "Although the Japanese disciples that I placed in the elder concubine's side courtyard of Jiuning Palace are not top-notch masters, all of them have extraordinary cultivation bases. At least they can't block the demon cultivators from Zhushi Island. The problem, but on that day, Elder Yusi died outside the palace for no reason, and my Japanese disciples came back and reported that they were inexplicably groggy and unconscious at that time, and when they woke up again, Elder Yusi had disappeared... ..."

Dong Qinghe thought they were drugged by Mie Yao, but...

Hua Jiandong's pupils flashed: "So... the master of the sect suspects that someone is acting as a hindrance, captivating the disciples of your Japanese department, and then deliberately borrowing a knife to kill someone? Is the master of the sect suspecting me? It's ridiculous! Why did I want to kill the elders in my palace? ?!"

Dong Qinghe looked at her disappointedly: "You know..."

"Dong Qinghe! You must have heard that demon cultivator's nonsense again. You are obsessed with him. In vain, I thought you were a little clear-headed and knew who was sincere to you, but you turned around and framed me?!" Hua Jiandong hoarse , pear blossoms bring rain.

Dong Qinghe looked at the many disciples by the eye door who heard the commotion but dared not enter, Hua Jiandong's expression changed with just one sentence.

"I've seen Yun Canzi...and Chang Jiaci too."