Sword Qi Hengqiu

Xiao Yan laughed and looked up at the sky: "It's so late? Then I won't bother you two anymore, the immortal still needs to rest well. Although you are already bigu, you don't need to sleep like ordinary people, but you are injured. , it’s better to raise more.”

Said that he was going to run away when he picked up Ah Shuang, Bu Fanshuang lazily said: "Stop."

The soles of Xiao Wei's shoes rubbed against the carpet, and he almost lost his footing when he stopped abruptly: "What else is there, boss?"

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Bu Fanshuang leaned on the soft pillow, drinking tea slowly, "I still have something to ask you."

"I'm thinking it's getting late, so I'll make room for the two of you." Xiao Wan said with a smile, "I'm so discerning. You ask, and I'll get out after asking, and take Ah Shuang to play with my pheasant .”

"..." Bu Fanshuang put down the teacup, tapped the table with his slender fingers, "You don't have to call Ah Shuang." He pondered for a moment, then continued, "Have you found out what Xuanqiu is?"

"In my collection of medical books, there is no such thing as Xuanqiu or Jiuyuan Qionghua." As soon as the medicinal materials were mentioned, Xiao Yan stopped smiling and said seriously, "But it is also possible that I recognize this thing, but it is not in the book. It’s called this name, maybe I know it but it’s not written in the book, and I need to get it to make plans. I came here to help the Lord take care of the Immortal Venerable. Before Xuanqiu arrived, I came to recuperate the Immortal Venerable’s body. The second is to see the medicinal properties of this thing on the spot. As for other information, the Dharma Guardian will handle it, and it will be over if you listen to it."

"Okay, let's go." Bu Fanshuang picked up the teacup again, and said calmly, "Hold the Nine-section Wolf well, and if you lose it, come and see me with your pheasant head."

Xiao Wei: "...my pheasant head or my pheasant's head?"

"If you don't mind, I can accept all the orders." Bu Fanshuang chuckled, "Get lost."

"That's it." Xiao Wei rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and ran away in a hurry.Ling Rangjin almost didn't laugh out loud: "It's really a treasure."

He thought for a while, then smiled and said, "If I'm with my apprentice, I'm sure I can sing a big show."

"Then I guess the apprentice's daughter-in-law will kill this vile thing with a sword." Bu Fanshuang sneered, "Do you know how the whole book is written?"

"I asked." Ling Rangjin pulled the blanket on his body and took off the mask. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. This book. Excluding Shen Wu’s grievances and hatred, it’s nothing more than the remnant of the Desolate Sect, who won the treasure and made a comeback. For some reason, he didn’t participate in the war for the first time. In the end, everyone defeated the Remnant Sect together, and you take me away. Shen Wu soared up, Feng Qiongye in the original book was ruined, and you and my whereabouts are unknown."

"I guess that treasure is Xuanqiu." Ling Rangjin continued, "It's also the Jiuyuan Qionghua I was looking for to treat the illness. The whole fate has changed. To be honest, that book doesn't have much value for reference."

"Not necessarily." Bu Fanshuang said with lowered eyes, "The world is unpredictable. Forget it, do you eat something? If you don't eat, then rest."

Ling Rangjin was a little lost in thought, so he shook his head. When Bu Fanshuang got up to leave, he suddenly woke up from his contemplation and grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"

"Blowing air." Bu Fanshuang looked back.

The wind in this desert can blow people's heads, and Mozun is really interested.Ling Rangjin let go of his hand: "Be careful and safe."

Instead, Bu Fanshuang didn't move, and asked with great interest, "What do you want me to do?"

Ling Rangjin looked up at him, weighed it in his heart for a moment, and realized that he didn't want to hide anything, so he said it openly: "I want you to rest with me."

Bu Fanshuang touched his chin: "Are you acting like a baby, or are you jealous because you came many days late?"

"I don't know." Ling Rangjin said with a smile, "It's whatever Fanshuang thinks it is. So are you going to blow some air or rest with me?"

Bu Fanshuang said: "Ah Jin never begs me, it's rare for me to ask, am I the kind of person who spoils the scenery?" After saying that, he quickly took off his coat and lowered the window.Ling Rangjin smiled, got up and lit the incense burner. The two of them were about to go to bed and rest, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Sheng Ming's gentle voice: "Brother Wen, are you asleep? I just went to borrow it." Stove, I made some supper for you, can you eat something to warm your body?"

Before Bu Fanshuang and Ling Rangjin could speak, they heard Xiao Ni's carefree voice: "What do you mean, do you think our wife can't cook supper for our young master in the middle of the night, or do you want our young master to gain weight? Besides, they are all bigu people, sometimes they come to have a few bites when they are in the mood, and they don’t need to eat at ordinary times. You gave food to our young master on eight or eight nights, and it seems that you have bad intentions. Go out and damage the reputation of our young master Liu Xiahui!"

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment: "The people in the lonely mountain are really extraordinary."

Bu Fanshuang, on the other hand, smiled with unknown meaning, Ling Rangjin's hair stood on end when he saw it, and Xiao Niu slapped him down angrily, then turned around and left.Xiao Yan yelled loudly: "In the future, if you see someone has a Taoist couple, don't go up, why bother? You like to be small, and our son hasn't wanted to take a male concubine yet."

Bu Fanshuang raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and hit something on the window sill, Xiao Wei who was outside jumped up in fright and shut her mouth.

"Where did you learn these words?" Bu Fanshuang said, "Even I think it's a little too much, what's his name, madam, he's not a woman."

"What's that called?" Xiao Bi asked, "Lang Jun?"

"Lang Jun is your name?" Bu Fanshuang said, "Honestly, sir."

Xiao Bi agreed, and whispered before leaving: "Remember what I told you, you can't have intercourse."

This time Ling Rangjin heard it clearly, and looked up in surprise: "So you are not going to have a hair dryer, but are you going to rest in another room?"

"What if there is an accident?" Bu Fanshuang waved off the lamp casually, "But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there will be no accidents. Go to sleep."

Speaking of them lying down together, Ling Rangjin just lay down, and his hand happened to touch Bu Fanshuang's wrist, Bu Fanshuang frowned slightly, raised his arms to wrap her in his arms: "Your fingers are really cold, are they cold?"

"Some." Ling Rangjin was not shy, and slept in his arms with peace of mind.

"Are you injured and afraid of the cold and still live on Kunlun?" Bu Fanshuang asked in his ear, but Ling Rangjin had already fallen asleep and did not respond.

Ling Rangjin didn't know how long he had slept, when he suddenly saw a twilight, he walked over and saw a Zen temple, in which was his buddhist friend.Ling Rangjin smiled, walked into the temple with his clothes on, and stepped on the moss with his bare feet: "Why do I always dream about you recently?"

"Amitabha." The master clasped his hands together, "You are not dreaming of me, you are only dreaming of yourself, but you feel that talking to yourself is too boring, so you just use the face of a poor monk to pretend."

"It's true." Ling Rangjin sat down, "If it was really you in the dream, there would definitely be no wine on this table. Then what do I want to say to me?"

The master frowned and lowered his eyes, and twirled the giant clam beads with his fingers: "Ling Rangjin, just watch."

As soon as the master's words fell, the Buddhist temple suddenly blew a new wind, blowing up the ground with white snow.Large flakes of snow continued to fall from the sky, accumulating a yard in no time.

"This is a question about the wind and snow." The master lowered his eyes and said, "The situation in the world will change, the wind will suddenly rise, and the mountains will be blocked by heavy snow. It is an ominous sign. Have you ever thought about how to deal with it?"

Ling Rangjin said calmly: "Think it over."

"Really think it over?" The master looked at him awe-inspiringly, "Your place is just a secular book, and you are just a supporting role in it. Your life and destiny are controlled by others with a pen, don't you feel afraid? Don't you?" Feel creepy?"

"Borrowing an idea from your Buddhist school, three thousand worlds. Your world and mine are books, how do you know that the world of the writer is not another book? It is useless to think too much, it is better to do it right now. If the stories in the book are the harbingers of destiny, then Now that my fate has changed, I don’t have to worry about the future, I just walked out on my own.”

The master nodded, the scenery in the courtyard changed again, the wind and snow disappeared, flowers bloomed all over the place, a bright moon hung in the sky coldly, and the moonlight lingered on Ling Rangjin's face.

"This is the question of Huayue." The master said, "Your wounds are not healed, are you an external demon or an inner demon?"

Ling Rangjin shut his mouth suddenly.

"The thoughts you bear, is it a debt of love or a calamity of love?"

Ling Rangjin said slowly: "Neither of them."

He paused and said with a smile, "It's love."

"The thought you hold, is it a delusion or a desire?"

Ling Rangjin was still smiling. He looked into the master's eyes and said clearly: "It's a delusion, it's an obsession."

With a wave of the master's hand, the Buddhist temple disappeared, with the boundless blue sea in front of his eyes and rugged mountains and rocks under his feet.The master pointed to the Cang Beach with the finger of the Buddhist beads. Ling Rangjin raised his eyes and saw that his phantom had died under Bu Fanshuang's sword.When the illusion dies, it turns into foam.Then a wave came and the phantom changed, this time it was Bu Fanshuang who was killed by himself.

The waves bring five different illusions, except for the illusion of one person dying, the remaining three are, both losers, forget each other, and love each other.

"Since you fall in love with him, these are the five possible consequences. Can you guarantee that you choose the right ending?"

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment, and finally said with a smile: "No, but love is deeply rooted, and there is no turning back."

The master sighed, the mountains and seas suddenly disappeared, and Ling Rangjin's dream returned to darkness.

"Idiot." Ling Rangjin heard his own voice say, "You have a lot of desire for him, but he said he would kill you."

"So what?" Ling Rangjin asked back.

His own voice stopped, and finally he said helplessly: "It's really nothing to do, then just let go and do it."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Rangjin woke up in a daze. His fingers rested on Bu Fanshuang's chest. Bu Fanshuang's name was cold, but his heart was hot. Ling Rangjin wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't move his finger away after all. .