How many times the group portrait is spring

Drowning in the pool water brought a strong sense of suffocation, and Ning Qing's vision was also a blur of green. The light on the water surface seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and the tightening feeling around his waist made Ning Qing want to vomit. Can't breathe.

He has long lost the strength to struggle, and his extremely poor water quality is more like a lamb to be slaughtered in the absolute domain of the water monster. In this gradually blurred consciousness, it seems that someone broke the water area with a sword, and it seems that someone has crossed thousands of waters. Dangerous obstacles came to him.

The name that I was about to say was stuck in my throat, more like a flashy dream.

Are you going to die?Ning Qing couldn't help asking himself, even though he felt suffocated, he still didn't want to, didn't want to...

"I can't...can't die..." He finally... finally saw Shuhui again, how willing... how could he die...

On the eve of complete suffocation, someone grabbed his hand, and his breathing gradually slowed down surrounded by a faint light.

Those were extremely deep eyes, and when they met Ning Qing, they were only at a loss, and Yan Huai didn't know why Ning Qing fell into the water, and he jumped so decisively, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that he didn't want to He died, I don't want him to have an accident.

The moment he saw Yan Huai clearly, Ning Qing laughed and cried aloud. He squeezed Yan Huai's hand tightly, and hugged the visitor tightly, and called him: "Yan Suhui..."

This hug, 12 years later, this kiss, 12 years late.

His tears were warm, wet and salty.

Yan Huai froze, and subconsciously hugged Ning Qing without daring to let go. The red mole on his right finger burned, but his head was in unspeakable pain. Before his vision was completely dark, what he saw was Ning Qing. Smiling with tears in his eyes.

After Yan Huai jumped down with Ning Qing, the Jiao disappeared; Mo Lingyun threw Jingrong to the shore, missing the best opportunity for rescue, and when he looked again, the water surface of the pool had returned to its original calm.

If there were no rocks and demon blood on the shore to testify, I am afraid that the parties would not believe that there was a violent fight just now.

"Master...Master..." Mo Lingyun hugged Jing Rong's hand tightly, flustered and nervous, "Yan Fujun said that you can't go into the water without his permission... You are not good at water, don't act rashly... "

Mo Lingyun seemed panicked, and Jing Rong's eyes turned red, "But your uncle is underwater?!"

"I'm sorry..." Mo Lingyun's tears fell faster than Jing Rong's. He loosened Jing Rong's sleeve in a panic, and said at a loss: "It's all my fault... I shouldn't have come to Southern Border in the first place..."

Those always smiling eyes were filled with tears, Mo Lingyun lowered his head, feeling wronged and guilty, "If it wasn't for me..."

Jing Rong froze, realizing that he had spoken too harshly to Mo Lingyun just now, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Mo Lingyun's face, and said in a panic, "It's not your fault, it's because the teacher spoke too harshly... ..."

"Don't go down, okay..." Mo Lingyun looked at him redly, "Master...I'm afraid..."

Jing Rong paused, and looked away a little, "Zhelan is the junior I watched growing up, Mr. Yan Fu is here to help, he doesn't deserve to die."

"Then, then I'll go down..." Mo Lingyun was a little hesitant, "I can't be Master anyway... I don't want you to take risks..."

While the two were arguing, the blue light suddenly exploded in the pool, Jing Rong drew a little spiritual power to touch it, and was suddenly bounced several meters away, this is all right, no one can get into the water.

"This is... Lord Yan's spiritual power?" Mo Lingyun stopped crying, and looked at the blue-stained pool water in surprise.

"How could it be so powerful." Jing Rong closed his eyes, this spiritual power was dozens of times stronger than his own, how could it be something that a Golden Core cultivator could have.

At the bottom of the pool, the two surrounded by light blue spiritual power had already fallen into a coma, and a huge storm broke out in the water area centered on them, and the giant dragon that was still showing off its might was torn into pieces by the underwater storm.

Tens of miles away under the waters, the woman dressed in strange clothes had deep eyes, "What's going on, someone broke the enchantment of my monster domain, and even destroyed my Tengjiao, which has been guarding the formation for thousands of years."

"Your Majesty, this fluctuation of spiritual power is the breath of an ancient god." The servant beside her bent lower and lower, obviously affected by the coercion from afar.

"Ancient God?" The woman looked thoughtfully at the light blue streamer in the distance, "Such a tyrannical water spell, could it be the ancient water god Suhui Shuijun."

Then she was vetoed by herself again: "How is it possible, how can there be a breath of the ancient supreme god in this small realm."

"Forget it, this human world is not going to be peaceful after all." The woman glanced at the source of the spiritual power for the last time, and disappeared in place in an instant.

As for Yan Huai, who fell into a coma, the red mole he pointed at was like a sealed eye, and the blue light that was continuously spreading came from this, merging between him and Ning Qing, slowly restoring their vitality.

Yan Huai was trapped in a dream and couldn't get out of it. In the dream, he looked like he was dressed in a beautiful dress. The palace ladies who passed by knelt down and called him Su Huijun. He was waiting outside the majestic palace alone, and his eyes were clear waters with swaying cattail grass.

Someone patted him on the shoulder with a hearty smile. The clothes of that person were more luxurious than his. The black robe was outlined with golden patterns, and the high-twist hair was also tightly bound by the golden crown. Lord.

Yan Huai couldn't see his face clearly, but subconsciously felt that this person looked like Yan Zhi.

"You, it's too cold to find a fairy lover." The man laughed at him.

Yan Huairu didn't answer what he thought, and then listened to the man continue to say: "We are the most beautiful man in the six realms, why is it you, the ruthless and heartless Wangchuan Shuijun, I don't know if I will hurt you!" How many fairy hearts."

Talking a lot, it's like a banquet when you are alone with him.Yan Huai frowned, and stretched out his hand to brush away the thick clouds, as if he couldn't find his way back, and he couldn't find his way back either.

The man in the huaguan and deep clothes behind him seemed to sigh: "It's Rongxie, when will he be enlightened?"

God Rongxie?When the picture changed, the clear water in the pool was still there, but his clothes were stained with blood, and someone was lying beside him, weeping and complaining: "I would like to swear with three drops of blood from my heart that I will spend my whole life cultivating and protecting his primordial spirit from dying." .”

That drop of blood dripped on his finger, and it became an eternal red mole, a spot of cinnabar on his heart, which would last for thousands of years.

It is the imprint of life after life. It is a certain person who sacrificed three drops of his heart and blood to spend his whole life cultivating, just hoping to meet again one day in thousands of years.

Are these his memories, or is he peeping at other people's memories?Yan Huai couldn't tell the difference, and couldn't open his eyes. When the brilliance around them slowly disappeared, Jiao's Yaodan fell to Yan Huai's side, supporting them to float to the surface of the water.

It was Mo Lingyun who went into the water to pick up the two of them. His clothes and hair were thoroughly wet. He held the jiaozhu and looked at the unconscious Yan Huai again, the smile was missing from his eyes.

"Beware of catching a cold." Jing Rong made a trick and dried the three people who were soaked. Although he didn't know what happened underwater, since the jiaozhu was in Yan Huai's hands, the giant jiao must be dead.

"Master, let's go back to the village first. The lord and uncle also need medical treatment." Mo Lingyun took the lead in lifting Yan Huai who was heavier, and the man's loose hair brushed against his neck, making him extremely cold. Literally.

Mo Lingyun put the person down again, brushed Yan Huai's loose hair, tied it up with his spare hair rope, and carried Yan Huai on his back again, "Master, you carry the uncle, and I carry the Fujun. "

Jing Rong and the others hurried back to the village where the high priest was with Yan Huai and Ning Qing. The high priest was making medicine, and he was surprised to see them come back with jiaozhu.

Two Gu doctors checked the pulses of Yan Huai and Ning Qing, both of them were unharmed, Ning Qing only needed half a day to wake up, but Yan Huai.

"His Gu poison has relapsed."

Ghost doctor No. 1 has Gu on his body, it's outrageous, but this is said by the Gu doctor who is the most proficient in Gu, so they can't believe it.

"Doctors don't heal themselves. What's more, ghost doctors and Gu doctors are not in the same line. It's so strange for him to be infected by Gu." The high priest looked indifferent. The invasion body is not something that can be treated by any random Gu, but this is not any random Gu on Yan Huai either.

"Wow, what kind of Gu is this? It's so powerful." Mo Lingyun was quite curious. He always thought that the No. 1 ghost doctor was super invincible in medicine and could not withstand any poison. Medicine poured.

"Love Gu is a Gu that my Gu clan has been extinct for many years." The high priest glanced at Yan Huai, "But it's also strange, love Gu is twin-born Gu, one of the people who suffers from the Gu is Lord Yan, and the other... ..."

"It's me." Ning Qing didn't know when he woke up, his face was not very good, and he sat up on the edge of the bed.

"How come, there is no trace of Gu on your body..."

"If I don't want to forget, what can the love gu do to me?" Ning Qing seemed to smile.

This love Gu, called Qing, its function is not to be entwined with love, but to forget the past, and the mother and child Gu will never see each other again, otherwise it will be the end of both death.

That year, the master asked him if he wanted to swallow the love gu and continue to be his Xuantian sect disciple, or die together with Suhui.

In fact, the master didn't give him a chance to choose at all. This Gu was forced into him, and the weak breath around Suhui reminded him that Suhui was about to die.

He pretended to be an idiot, and the master and the disciples who guarded him took it seriously, sent him back to Chunlan Hall to recuperate, and secretly approved the execution of the demon species Suhui.

Ning Qing almost coughed up half of the poison before he completely cleared the poison. While pretending to be stupid, he secretly let the person out.

The rain in the dense forest in the eastern border was really cold, but it was not as pale as the man coughing up blood in his arms. Ning Qing hugged Su Hui and his eyes were red. Yan Huai fed all the life-saving pills he had accumulated over the years.

The two teenagers became weaker and thinner under the wind and rain, and Huihui couldn't wake up. Ning Qing hugged the person and cried until he passed out, "Peak Master Qingxuan said... fighting poison with poison will have miraculous effects, Huihui... Suhui... You are blessed with great destiny...you will be fine, right..."

Even though Ning Qing was reluctant to give up in every possible way, he could only let him go and go back to Xuantianzong alone. His soul lamp is there. As long as he is alive, the sect will definitely find him. How could it be possible to let him go back to be tortured if he stole Suhui out.

He placed backtracking in the dense forest of the eastern region, which is an area where righteous people would never set foot.

The author has something to say: This actually has a prequel of the past life, including the past life of the four main characters. (?..?.`) The pretty boys think I should wait until the full text is finished and write the prequel as a side story, or open another book now It's better slowly, the prequel is quite long, and the emotional line is the main one