There is a demon who pleases you

On that day, when Xuanqing found his senior brother, the sun was just right, and the small pieces of sunlight filled the yard and shone on his hand holding the pen.The roots are like jade, the fingertips are covered with calluses, a pair of hands that the master has praised.

The plump black ink sprinkled on the white paper was unrestrained and free and easy, and the style of writing was very upright. He heard Xuanqing's footsteps and raised his head, and a cluster of flowers and leaves hanging slantingly covered the stretched eyebrows. , end is a modest gentleman.

But Xuan Qing knew that he was not a weak scholar, let alone a modest gentleman.

"The day of retreat has come, please brother go back with me."

Xuan Qing unloaded the burden on his back, cupped his hands and said.

Senior Brother put down his pen, raised his eyes to look at Xuan Qing and said, "Today is not good, it is not suitable to walk around."

Xuan Qing said: "Why choose a date to return to the division."

He shook his head and sighed: "Oh, when the days are bad, the mood is bad. When the mood is bad, the mood is even worse. If the mood is not good, if you practice forcefully, you may go crazy, so you still force Xuanqing to go back?"

"really?"

Xuan Qing has never heard such remarks since he started.

"Brother doesn't believe me, when did brother lie to you?"

He showed a sad expression, Xuanqing couldn't tell the truth from his expression, so he could only ask: "How can I make you feel better?"

"Well..." He propped his chin and said, "I don't know."

Xuan Qing frowned, was it a waste of effort to find him.

He said leisurely, "Maybe if you make me happy, I'll be in the mood."

Xuan Qing said distressedly: "I don't know how to be funny."

"Oh, that's going to be troublesome." He tapped his head, looking more distressed than Xuan Qing.

Xuanqing circled around three times, but couldn't think of a way out, all the knowledge he had learned in his life was useless.

He said: "It's better to wait until I'm free, and then we'll figure out a way slowly."

Xuan Qing swept over the pen and paper on the table, and his eyes fell on the wicker chair and scattered books beside him.

"Brother is busy?"

He nodded: "very busy."

"Should I trust you?"

"You don't have to believe it. It's just..." He tapped on the palm of his hand, "Brother will be very sad, very sad."

Xuan Qing couldn't help asking: "Brother, you really don't know how to lie to Xuan Qing?"

He let out a long sigh: "Oh, senior brother will really be sad."

After a long time, Xuan Qing heard his own voice sounding again.

"Then what should I do?"

The senior brother glanced and landed on the tree outside the courtyard: "You can see which lady's paper kite is hung on it, I'll help her take it off, maybe this will start a relationship that is unique to the world. What about you, just help me put the kite on it. Pack up your things, read those stories about the beauty of men and women, and get enlightened."

A faint fragrance wafted from a distance, and the brother stood smilingly under the flowing clouds, with the vast blue sky and green hills behind him.

At this time, a fallen flower swayed by the autumn wind slanted across the corner of his slightly raised mouth, shattering the shadows of the trees and disturbing the autumn water in the pool.

Xuan Qing suddenly woke up, the person in front of him turned into flying snow and scattered in the air.

If Xuanqing stopped him that day, if...

Xuan Qing closed his eyes, opened them again, and put his hands on the top of the floating mountain.Above, the stars of the Zhoutian River are shining brightly, and below the feet is the sea of ​​clouds, which seems to be dancing with fish and dragons.

The same place, the same scenery, completely different mood.

My heart, which has not fluctuated for hundreds of years, feels a little lonely.

"Apprentice."

"Master."

"Have you ever regretted it?"

Once upon a time, someone asked Xuanqing the same question, but Xuanqing's answer has not changed until now.

"Never."

Master's eyes fell on Xuan Qing's white hair, where the signs of the five declines of heaven and man had already appeared.

"I have had two apprentices in my life. The first apprentice is bohemian, and the second apprentice is calm and well-behaved. Both of them are geniuses in the sky. I thought there was hope for the succession of the lineage of cultivating immortals."

Feeling guilty, Xuan Qing said in a trembling voice, "Master."

Huize sighed: "Forget it, forget it. Good luck tricks people, so that's why."

Xuan Qing bowed his head and remained silent, thinking that he was worthy of heaven and earth, after all, he still owed his master many years of kindness.

"Back then, Baili Wenxiang secretly learned Yan'er's spells in order to seek longevity and became obsessed. The mortal body could not bear the skyrocketing mana. Yan'er sacrificed his Yuan Dan to save her." Huize said, "Now you are also Giving Yuan Dan to one person, I originally thought that your brothers and sisters have completely different temperaments, but now I find that they are surprisingly similar."

Xuan Qing said: "The cycle of cause and effect must be ended by someone."

Huize raised his right hand and twisted out the fairy formula. A stream of cool and penetrating spiritual power was continuously transmitted from his hand into Xuanqing's body. The body that had lost its primordial spirit and was on the verge of exhaustion was revitalized again. Xuanqing's legs softened and he knelt down. on the ground.

"It's fate that can't be avoided, it's calamity that can't be avoided. Go, don't follow in the footsteps of your senior brother."

After Hui Ze said the last sentence, he clasped his hands together, his eyes were slightly closed, and his figure turned into a mist and dispersed.

"Master!"

Xuan Qing shouted loudly, but there was only a slight echo, and there was no clear flow.

The universe is vast, the world is boundless, and you are alone, why do you want to live?

Yijian Jinghong was born because of the painstaking efforts of his seniors, so they look similar and have the same life expectancy.Every time he lived to the age of his brother's death, he would die, forget, and then reincarnate, and be reborn again and again.

Stunning and talented, but he never even had his own name.

The senior brother wanted to use his death in exchange for the release of his sweetheart, but at the same time, two people were trapped.

Since the senior brother can't do it, it's up to Xuan Qing to end this century-old fate.

Xuanqing killed the devil's fetus in Yijian Jinghong's body with one sword, and then used his own Yuan Dan to extend his life, this is the best way Xuanqing could think of.

I thought about it thousands of times in my heart, and when I looked back, there was a person standing tall, with snow on his shoulders and blue frost in his hair.

"who are you?"

"Xuanqing."

"who am I?"

"People call you the one-shot."

He frowned slightly: "Personal name?"

Xuan Qing said: "You are an unknown guest in the Jianghu."

He said: "If you have entered the rivers and lakes, how can you be unknown."

Xuan Qing thought: "If you insist on having a name, how about I give you one."

He raised his chin slightly: "What's your name?"

Xuan Qing laughed: "A sword strikes the dragon."

He frowned even tighter: "You amuse me."

Xuan Qing shook his head and said: "No, the previous one is the image that the world has of you, and the second one is the impression you give the world."

He said, "Is there any difference?"

"Probably...not at all."

His robe trembled, and he turned and left.

Xuan Qing shouted from behind: "Hey, are you angry?"

He stopped and said sideways: "Tell me to startle me with a sword."

"Shocking with one sword."

"What's the matter."

"Have you ever heard someone say that a name with four characters is more powerful?"

"boring."

The snow was falling, and the sword raised his foot again, and his back, which was as tall as a green pine, sank into the white world.

Xuan Qing thought, maybe he was never alone.

At the foot of Luofu Mountain, follow the moss-stained stone steps and turn down into a small village, and a wooden house is built behind the lush bamboo fence.

Xuan Qing walked into the dense fragrance under the moonlight.

"You came."

"The cool breeze welcomes you, and the music of the piano welcomes you. There is no reason not to come." Xuanqing said, "My friend has been waiting for a long time."

Xue Lan's hand playing the piano paused, and lightly slapped it on the table, and a glass of thin wine immediately fell into Xuan Qing's hands.

Xuan Qing drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, my friend, for recovering his skills."

"It's only [-]%."

"Enough."

Xue Lan's eyes finally fell on Xuan Qing's face: "You and I have known each other for a year."

"The white horse is too short, with a flick of a finger."

Xue Lan lowered his eyes, and the light moonlight shone on his side face, creating a hazy halo.

"I think it's quick."

Xuan Qing nodded: "For fifty years of life, it is indeed not short."

Xue Lan said: "I finally understand Baili Wenxiang's feelings to some extent. Your time is too long and our time is too short. I am afraid that I will be forgotten and I am afraid that I will not forget it. The only way to find a constant companion is eternal life."

Xuan Qing shook his head and said, "It's just stupid."

Xue Lan stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, and said slowly, "Even if it's a dream, I always want to make it longer."

Seeing this, Xuan Qing couldn't help asking: "Friend?"

"It's nothing."

Xue Lan smiled at Xuan Qing.

"Have you heard about Miss Yan?"

Xuan Qing subconsciously wanted to avoid talking about her: "I just came out of retreat, and I have never inquired about other people's affairs."

The smile on Xue Lan's face grew bigger and bigger, as if she had finally grasped Xuan Qing's handle and wanted to make good use of it.

"Miss Yan has been looking for you for half a year. Her master couldn't stand it anymore and arranged a marriage forcibly."

"This..." Xuan Qing hesitated.

"Do you know who the other party is?"

Xuan Qing raised his wine glass to hide his thoughts: "Who?"

"Xiao, Hong, Yun."

He spoke in a straight and correct manner, and paused every word, Xuan Qing was surprised, and took a sip of sweet wine to moisten his throat.

"Oh? How did they get together?"

"Xiao Hongyun has managed the Wushuang Palace well, and is returning to the Central Plains martial arts. Yao Wang already has some friendship with the old palace master, so he is willing to help." Xue Lan took out a letter, "It's just that Yan The girl is really loyal and wrote a suicide note to me."

"A suicide note?"

Xuan Qing choked on a sip of wine and coughed again and again.

"Yes," Xue Lan looked at Xuan Qing leisurely, "Want to see it?"

Xuan Qing thumped his chest and said: "Since it is written for you, how can I read it?"

Xue Lan said to Xuan Qing with great interest: "Forget it, the blood splashed three feet on Miss Yan's wedding day has nothing to do with you."

Xuan Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Xue, stop making fun of me."

Xue Lan finally had enough of laughing, took out a greeting card from her sleeve and put it on the table, saying: "Three days later, in the Wushuang Palace, Miss Yan is waiting for you to snatch the marriage."

He opened the folding fan to cover the corners of his mouth, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

"Miss Yan said that if you don't go, she will kill herself. Good girls don't marry second husbands. The word has been passed on, and you can figure out the rest."

Xuan Qing put down his wine glass and said, "I thought it was a wedding wine for a reunion, but it turned out to be a bitter wine for a farewell."

"Are you ready to go?"

"It's okay not to go."

Xue Lan glanced out the window: "Will the people outside be with me too?"

Xuan Qing followed his line of sight and caught a corner of the white robe: "He won't let me take care of him now."

Xue Lan said with a smile: "So, this is my chance."

Xuan Qing didn't understand why, Xue Lan just smiled and said nothing.

Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of trees, sword energy was surging, and Xue Lan's folding fan slammed on her hand.

"This small house of mine cannot contain the jealousy of the Juggernaut."

With Juntian's sword strike, the roof suddenly flew up, and the star Langyue was visible when he raised his head.

Xuan Qing said: "Brother Xue likes to joke, it's a disadvantage."

"It's a big loss, and the hut that was built with great difficulty is destroyed again." Xue Lan stood up, "I have no home to return to and can only go out with Brother Xuan, alas, loss, loss."

Xuan Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, raised the jug and drank another cup, toasting him to re-enter the rivers and lakes.

Respect Qingfengmingyue.

Respect confidant and friend.