After being wronged and rehabilitated

Chapter 111 Don't ask about the years

The Yuxu Sect continued to work for several months, and finally completed it before winter.

The bones of those clansmen in the secret realm were collected one by one by Song Youqiu, and buried in a tomb on the back mountain of Yuxu Sect.

Xiang Chongjing and Gu Congxu were going to Yizong to wait for Qu Weixian to leave the customs. When he saw the spiritual letter that Song Youqiu sent him back urgently, he smiled and shook his head.

Gu Congxu didn't like to go to this place of Yizong, he would cross his legs like his ancestors, and when he saw the disciples serving tea, he would threaten them with coercion.

Seeing Xiang Chongjing's smile, Gu Congxu shook his toes: "The Yuxu Sect has been built?"

"Yeah." Xiang Chongjing nodded, "I can live in it in a few days."

Gu Congxu immediately put down his raised legs, his brows were full of joy: "Okay, okay."

He had been waiting for several months to join him, wishing everyone would know that Xiang Chongjing belonged to the evil dragon.

The fact that the spiritual veins of Yunzhongzhou merged into the ground veins from the Luochuan Road shocked Kyushu. The issue that monks met and discussed for almost several months must be the spiritual veins.

Everyone couldn't believe that Yun Zhongzhou would kindly send the spirit veins down to Kyushu. After carefully probing for a long time, they finally had to admit that the upper world Yun Zhongzhou, who had not cared about the world for thousands of years, was actually helping Kyushu.

What's even more strange is that Yun Zhongzhou should not interfere with the affairs of Kyushu. After the spiritual vein descended, the Dao of Heaven did not stop it.

It wasn't until winter came that the road to Luochuan was still full of spiritual power, and the Kyushu monks finally came back to their senses.

Then there was a burst of ecstasy.

After all, it has been too many years since the Three Realms and Kyushu had no one ascended. After the extremely pure spiritual power of Yunzhongzhou was poured into Kyushu, countless monks who were stuck in the bottleneck vaguely touched a strange barrier, and went to retreat one after another.

Xiang Chongjing's cultivation base has already reached the peak of Kyushu, and in the past few months, Gu Cong has been arguing about double cultivation, and his spiritual power and state of mind have directly surpassed Ascension, becoming one of the great powers in Yunzhong Prefecture.

Although he didn't exude coercion, just sitting there with a gentle look all over his body made the Yizong disciples dare not approach him at all.

The two waited for half a day, and Qu Weixian finally left the customs.

Not seen for several months, Qu Weixian has lost a lot of weight than before, but his expression does not look so dull, his white clothes are like snow, his eyes glanced at the Xiangzhong mirror, and a soft color appeared in his eyes.

"Re-mirror, re-mirror."

Every time Qu Weixian called Xiang Chongjing, he had to call it twice, with a soft ending. If it weren't for his expressionless face, people would think he was acting like a baby.

Xiang Chongjing dialed his hair that he came in a hurry and didn't have time to straighten it out, and said with a smile, "Is it better?"

The cinnabar mole between Qu Weixian's eyebrows was burning like a drop of blood, he forced a jerky and stiff smile, and said dryly, "It's better."

Xiang Chongjing stretched out his hand to check his veins, and felt that the meridians that were mostly destroyed by the fire poison had re-flowed spiritual power, and the desolate sea of ​​consciousness also had a patter of spring rain, which would dry up and crack Moisturize the ground a little.

I believe that it won't be long before he can break through Nascent Soul.

In the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, there is a drop of water hanging in the air, which is extremely eye-catching.

Xiang Chongjing glanced at it strangely, opened his eyes after coming out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and asked, "What is that water drop?"

Qu Weixian was looking at him eagerly, but when he heard this, his whole body froze, like a child who had done something wrong and tried to hide it, he said at a loss: "Wei Xian... didn't do it on purpose, I, I don't like it anymore."

Xiang Chongjing was unclear, so: "Huh? What don't you like?"

Qu Weixian saw that Xiang Chongjing had no tendency to blame him, so he tugged on Xiang Chongjing's sleeve, and said dully: "That...is left to me by Su Cansheng, I, I don't know how to take it away, Chong Jing ,what to do?"

It was only then that Xiang Chongjing realized why the drop of water felt so familiar to him, and it was probably the spiritual power left by Su Can's voice to Qu Weixian.

He frowned slightly, and vaguely realized that the reason why Qu Weixian Lingtai and meridians were slowly repairing was related to the drop of water. After thinking carefully for a long time, he said: "If you want to keep it, then don't take it away."

Qu Weixian's pupils expanded slightly, and he repeated blankly: "Don't take it away?"

"Yes." Xiang Chongjing rubbed his head, "Your own sea of ​​consciousness is controlled by you, and you don't know how to take it away, which only shows that your subconscious still doesn't want to dispel it."

Qu Weixian didn't understand: "Huh?"

Xiang Chongjing sighed: "One day, you won't need this drop of water. Even if you don't drive it away, it will disappear automatically. Wei Xian, just let nature take its course."

For a person of Qu Weixian's temperament, forcing him to forget his true heart and change his subconscious mind is a very cruel thing.

Qu Weixian frowned and fell into deep thought.

He was not smart at all, and he couldn't understand Xiang Chongjing's words at all, so he could only slowly use his not very bright head to try to understand each word.

Xiang Chongjing sighed heavily again, seeing him muttering and repeating his words in a low voice, a little unbearable, he coaxed him softly: "Wei Xian, let's not talk about this for now, are you free these days, do you want to go Will Yuxuzong play with me?"

As expected, Qu Weixian was led off topic: "Where is Yuxuzong?"

Xiang Chongjing: "The former site of the Three Poisons Secret Realm, that is my residence, do you want to go?"

Qu Weixian thought about the matter of going to Yizong carefully, and found that the entire Kyushu and the Three Realms were in charge of Linjiangfeng's Master Yi, and the elders left by his father to deal with the big and small affairs of going to Yizong. Outside of being a wallflower, she doesn't seem to have much to do.

Qu Weixian nodded: "Okay."

Gu Congxu, who was silently listening, turned green.

Knowing his dissatisfaction, Xiang Chongjing turned around and blinked at him with a smile at the end of his eyes.

He opened his lips and said silently, "Look at the lamp."

Gu Congxu, who was keen to enter Xiang Chongjing, know the sea and watch the lights, repeatedly confirming the depth of Xiang Chongjing's love for him, was immediately coaxed by the two words.

The three returned to Yuxuzong from Linglong Pagoda.

In the few months of Jianyu Xuzong, Xiang Chongjing handed over all matters to Song Youqiu, except for coming over once when he came down from Yunzhong Prefecture, he never came once during the rest of the time.

The Three Poisons Secret Realm, which was originally full of ruins and dead trees, landed on the ground, and was stretched against the mountains of the original sect. The dead trees were uprooted and replaced with countless spiritual trees in the Three Realms.

Xiang Chongjing was slightly taken aback when he saw the lush greenery from a distance.

When you get close, you can see the stone plaque made by two people standing at the gate of the thousand-year-old sect. On it are three characters written by Xiang Chongjing himself.

——Yuxuzong, the falling seal on the side looks like a black dragon.

Song Youqiu not only made the coffin well, but also the layout of the building was unique. Xiang Chongjing walked all the way in, saw the familiar layout, and even felt that thousands of years hadn't passed in the world.

He seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, when he was young, he passed back and forth in the huge sect, surrounded by fallen leaves and maple red, and the cold autumn wind.

The quiet path leads all the way to the unknown mountain, high-rise buildings are inlaid on the high mountain wall, pavilions and verandas are hidden among the jungle vines.

Xiang Chongjing walked over in a daze, and it took him a long time to regain his senses, and turned to look.

Gu Congxu was watching with relish following behind him, and raised his eyebrows at the gaze of the prime minister, "Is this your sect from thousands of years ago?"

Xiang Chongjing nodded: "En."

It's almost [-]% similar. How did Song Youqiu's brain grow? It can be done based on a few rough drawings.

Qu Weixian was attracted by a flower, and was squatting on the ground and staring blankly.

Gu Congxu pointed to the Linglong Market not far away: "Is that where we live?"

Xiang Chongjing looked in the direction he pointed, caught a glimpse of the same Linglong Xu as back then, and his eyes were a little lost.

Gu Congxu couldn't see Xiang Chongjing's nostalgic and sad look at all, so he turned into a dragon shape and rolled his waist, leading him quickly into the built Linglong Market.

A gust of wind blew, Qu Weixian's hair was tousled, and it took him a long time to turn his head to look blankly.

There were still people in the place just now, but now there is nothing.

Gu Congxu brought the mirror to Linglong Market, and saw the medicine garden pavilion and the quiet high-rise building in the courtyard, and turned into a human figure with the waist of the mirror clasped. He looked around with satisfaction, nodded and said: "I am very happy here." like."

The more Xiang Chongjing looked at it, the more strange he felt, even if Song Youqiu was smart, he wouldn't know about the medicine garden in his yard.

At this moment, a peacock flew over from not far away, and landed on Xiang Chongjing's finger, bouncing and chirping twice.

It was only then that Xiang Chongjing came to his senses: "You and Song Youqiu built Yuxuzong together?"

The little peacock nodded vigorously.

Xiang Chongjing sighed and touched its small head. The peacock was flattered, and stood shyly on Xiang Chongjing's finger, and opened his screen jerky, trying to please the owner.

It's just that the screen was only halfway open, and Gu Congxu, who vaguely knew that it was a courtship, looked cold and stern, grabbed the peacock's unbearably fat body, and threw it out angrily.

The peacock gave a mournful "chirp" and disappeared outside the wall.

Gu Congxu hugged Xiang Chongjing, rested his chin on his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't like you talking to others."

The corners of Xiang Chongjing's lips curved slightly, stroking the back of Gu Congxu's head, and suggested with a smile: "Then lock me up so that no one can see me?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Congxu became even more unhappy when he heard this: "I don't want to lock you up, you don't like it."

Xiang Chongjing couldn't help laughing: "Who said I don't like it?"

Gu Congxu said sullenly: "You don't like others restraining you."

Xiang Chongjing said faintly: "Which dragon is it that always loves to bind me with black mist?"

Gu Congxu: "..."

Gu Congxu said angrily: "Can it be the same?! I said it was that kind of restraint, where did you think?"

He finally had a chance to talk about Xiang Chongjing once, and immediately seized the opportunity, scolding: "Sex!"

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xiang Zhongjing smiled on the surface: "Do you want to lock me up?"

Gu Congxu: "It doesn't matter."

Xiang Chongjing also lost his temper, and put his hand directly into his arms, the golden bell on his wrist rang, and the dragon scale emitted a beautiful light.

"You close it for me, and I will stay here."

Gu Congxu looked at his wrist, and it took him a long time to realize the meaning of Xiang Chongjing's move.

Xiang Chongjing is afraid of the dark and loves lamps, but he can not light lamps in front of the dragon;

Xiang Chongjing hates restraint the most, but he is willing to give all his freedom to the evil dragon.

The strongest love in this world is only special for one person.

Gu Congxu stared blankly at Xiang Chongjing's bright and beautiful face, and after a while suddenly murmured, "I want to see the lamp."

Xiang Chongjing was still shaking his wrist, but he didn't realize it for a while: "Huh?"

Gu Congxu stretched out his hand and tapped Xiang Chongjing's eyebrows: "Light."

Xiang Chongjing had no choice but to open the sea of ​​consciousness and let Gu Congxu intrude in.

The lanterns in the sky have been like a day for decades, because of the entry of the evil dragon, they are slightly floating and crowded in the air, and the cloud pattern lamps and curved pattern lamps are shining.

The brightest is the dragon-patterned lantern surrounding the evil dragon.

That light was like a warm sun, warmly illuminating the entire cold sea of ​​consciousness.

Gu Congxu looked at the lamp contentedly, and when he came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, he coughed and said, "Let's go, let me show you something."

As he spoke, he dragged the mirror and ran to Linglongxu's bedroom.

During this period of time, Xiang Chongjing has been haunted by Gu Congxu for dual cultivation, soul-soul intercourse or dragon form, no matter which one is too much for Xiang Chongjing, and sometimes he is afraid of Gu Congxu's unlimited demands.

Xiang Chongjing had a conditioned reflex to the bed, and when Gu Congxu dragged him into the bed curtain in the inner room, a charming scene of a dragon entangled on his body instinctively appeared in his mind.

Xiang Chongjing's ears were red, but he had a good time after all, and he never rejected Gu Congxu's request, so he was fully prepared to follow Gu Congxu into the bed curtain.

Peacock didn't quite remember what Xiang Chongjing's bed looked like, so Song Youqiu brought a bed that he was used to sleeping on from Endless Building.

Gu Congxu pulled down the innermost curtain of the bed, and in the darkness, excitedly called Xiang Chongjing's name.

Xiang Chongjing let out a "hmm", and took the initiative to undo the girdle around his waist with his fingers, lest Gu Congxu's excitement would gnaw his clothes.

Just as he untied it, he saw a light slowly lighting up in the dark bed.

Xiang Chongjing's fingers froze and he looked around in astonishment.

Gu Congxu was holding the dragon-patterned lantern that he made by himself with great interest, and inside it was a thousand-year-old mermaid candle, which was burning brightly, illuminating everything around him like a warm spring sun.

Gu Congxu had been tinkering with this lamp for several months, probably to surprise Xiang Chongjing, and always secretly did it behind his back, but Xiang Chongjing accidentally discovered it a few times.

Every time he saw Gu Congxu hiding nervously, Xiang Chongjing had no choice but to act as if he didn't know.

Gu Congxu said happily: "Look, I made it myself, and I have been busy for several months!"

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xiang Chongjing slightly lowered his finger, expressionless: "Oh."

Gu Congxu was still saying: "How about I just hang this lamp on the bed, it must be bright enough for you to be satisfied."

Phase Mirror: "..."

After showing off, Gu Congxu started looking for a place to hang the lamp.

Xiang Chongjing's clothes were disheveled, and he looked at him with a half-smile.

He was still sullen in his heart, but when he saw the dragon hanging here and there like a child, and finally found a good place to hang the lamp, he really couldn't hold back a muffled laugh.

Gu Congxu finally hung up the lamp, smiled at him, and said, "Okay."

Xiang Chongjing slightly raised his head to look at the crooked and not very delicate dragon pattern lamp, and praised: "It's very beautiful."

He has walked in the world for too many years and collected countless lamps, but never has a single lamp made him feel so happy from the bottom of his heart.

The light was too warm, Gu Congxu rolled on the bed for a while, lay on Xiang Chongjing's lap, was stroked by Xiang Chongjing on the head, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Xiang Chongjing looked down at his sleeping face, gently lifted the curtain of the bed, and looked out from the window sill.

In the courtyard of Linglongxu is the tall and graceful spirit tree, and when the autumn wind blows, white catkins fill the sky, flying over the entire Yuxu sect one after another.

The white catkins enter the clouds, regardless of the years.

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