Xuanmen Little Ancestor

It's a pity that Luo Qinglian likes those obscene and pornographic little yellow texts, after all, they can only let a small number of people enjoy themselves in a small way.

However, the story of Ying's brothers could satisfy his desire to drink CP.

The little thing in his heart waved a small handkerchief, and shouted tearfully that his brother CP was real, so he also fed himself a big mouthful of dog food, and felt that the days were much happier and brighter.

cp is sugar, sweet to sad.

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The exchange meeting started silently like this, and all the people invited were Taoist disciples. It was the first time Luo Qinglian saw so many disciples from many sects appearing together since she came to the world.

The things on the second day were indeed better than those on the first day, at least they were already treasures refined by senior brothers and sisters in the sect who already had some knowledge, and they were better than the things that were clearly used to amuse children on the first day.

Duan Yunhe also brought Nanyan to join in the fun. Since the two of them parted ways a while ago, they went to other places to visit mountains and rivers. At this time, they were wearing couple outfits, and Duan Yunhe's face was full of happiness. It could be seen that they were It's been a pretty satisfying time.

Duan Yunhe swiftly opened a folding fan, on which were written "Young Master Shi Wushuang". That winking expression made Luo Qinglian always feel that it was a pity for her good handwriting.

Looking back for traces of Rong Jiuxiao, I saw that Rong Jiuxiao was carefully picking out something at a sachet dispensing place. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, his perfect profile in the light and shadow was particularly exciting.

This is the only way to afford son Shi Wushuang.

Luo Qinglian couldn't help feeling emotional in her heart.

Duan Yunhe's fan waving in front of Luo Qinglian's eyes, he teased him and said, "Don't look at it, you'll be out of your wits watching it, you see each other every day, your eyes are still so tired, you are afraid that others will snatch your ninth brother away ah?"

Luo Qinglian came back to her senses and didn't deny it, she said: "After all, my ninth brother is such a handsome man, it's normal for people to covet him, I must pay close attention to it." .”

Duan Yunhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Speaking of which, I really haven't seen anyone coveting your ninth brother."

Without even thinking about it, Luo Qinglian said, "That's because they are ashamed of themselves, and when they see brother Jiu, they feel unworthy and can't catch up."

Duan Yunhe smiled, closed his fan and tapped it lightly a few times, saying: "It's not necessarily because of this."

For the first time, Luo Qinglian felt that there was something in Duan Yunhe's smile, so she asked, "Then tell me, why?"

Nan Yan raised her eyes to look at Duan Yunhe, glanced around, and said, "I think the spices over there seem to be a bit particular, go and mix some."

After Nan Yan finished speaking, she walked towards Rong Jiuxiao on her own.

Surrounded by Xuanmen disciples coming and going, there are also many five or six-year-old Xiaodao who have just started, wearing festive clothes and running between the shops, laughing and giggling, sounding quite happy.

Today's items are good, the prices are fair, and there are not a few people who concentrate on picking up treasures.

The sky and the earth are vast, and the sun is just right. A breeze mixed with peach blossoms blows through the ears, blowing away the hair on the sideburns.

"One after another, I remembered some things about the past in the Dayi Dynasty." When Duan Yunhe and Luo Qinglian were together, they rarely mentioned the past.

Luo Qinglian guessed that maybe that memory was too deep and it ended in tragedy, so Duan Yunhe subconsciously avoided it.

However, in the bloody night, when Nan Yan strangled Princess Yaoguang in the phantom to death, and completely walked out of the past, Duan Yunhe also untied the knot in his heart.

Duan Yunhe said: "Your Majesty once told me about one thing. He said that there was a red thread drawn by Yuelao on his finger, but it was cut off for some reason."

Luo Qinglian was taken aback, and said, "Cut it off?"

The red thread is not necessarily tied to someone, but the red thread is closely related to the Red Luan star in the sky, and it is not just a thread in the traditional sense. If someone is born with a thick red thread and a bright color, it means that he will have good luck in this life. Exuberant, no matter whether the road of love is bumpy or not, there are always many people who have experienced it.

But if someone is born with no red thread around his fingers and no red luan, he is very likely to be a bachelor.

It's just that this red line is like fate, and it's something that no one can see.

Luo Qinglian could occasionally see the red lines on the fingers of mortals, but it took a lot of effort, but if he was a fellow, he wouldn't be able to see it.

If the red line on Rong Jiuxiao's finger was broken, he shouldn't be lucky.

Could it be that this is the reason why few people pursued him in his life?

"Before you became the national teacher, the national teacher was an old national teacher named Xingji, who served three generations of emperors." Duan Yunhe said as he walked, and when he said the emperor, he sighed: "Hey, I can't say that your majesty Bad luck, you said that in a decent cultivating dynasty, monks can live for at least one or two hundred years, and the national army of the early Dayi dynasty can even live for thousands of years before abdicating. It didn’t end well, the longest one died after five declines after only 200 years in office.”

Over there, Rong Jiuxiao had already adjusted the spices in the sachet, and was looking for Luo Qinglian's location with two star anise sachets, but was stumbled by what Nanyan said.

Duan Yunhe continued: "Xing Ji is a formidable character, he can be regarded as the last serious national teacher in the entire Dayi Dynasty."

Luo Qinglian raised her head, and just as she was about to say that she was the same, Duan Yunhe gave her a sideways look and said first, "You? Just forget about it, you are not quite a national teacher, you are just a little fairy who wants to climb the dragon bed."

Luo Qinglian refused to accept, but touched her nose, he suddenly realized that it seemed that he had indeed climbed onto the dragon bed, and was also sealed in the back seat, so he felt guilty and kept silent.

"Your Majesty said that Xingji calculated it for him." Duan Yunhe said with a sigh, "Master Xingji said that His Majesty is here to repay the love debt he owed in his previous life, and it will take him a lifetime Repay, this broken red thread can grow, that is his doom, and it is also his life."

Luo Qinglian frowned, and said: "Is that old man reliable? I haven't heard of the red thread before. If it breaks, it will be broken. The big deal is that the red luan star will not light up. Why is the repayment related to the debt? "

Duan Yunhe shrugged, expressing that he did not understand either.

"I didn't have you at that time." Duan Yunhe said leisurely, "I'm still young, so I don't know much about it. All I know is that Your Majesty has no wife in this life, and I have pitied him for a while."

Luo Qinglian looked at Duan Yunhe, and said: "That's not right, in the end, you don't have a wife, and my ninth brother still married a wife."

Duan Yunhe was poked in the heart, he touched his heart, and said patiently: "It's useless for you to poke me. In the end, you two are different and have a good death? The broken red line doesn't just mean that you can't get a wife. It’s about not being born in the same quilt, or dying in the same hole.”

Luo Qinglian was stunned for a moment: "..."

He and Rong Jiuxiao did not see each other again in the last life. Even if it was the body he stole, he didn't know where it was buried in the corner, and the body of Dayan Shenghuang had already been stolen to the bottom of Huangquan by him. The method is sealed up, and no one can see it.

It is so uncomfortable to cut off the red line.

Luo Qinglian was a little suffocated, and a little flustered, and said: "Old Duan, the last life has passed, the red thread should grow well, right?"

Duan Yunhe and his eyebrows did not have the previous jokes, but a pair of sword eyebrows slightly frowned, and said with a little worry: "Master Xingji said that the red thread is a gift from heaven to human beings, just like the body, hair, skin, and parents. The same, it is quite rare and precious, and it should be cherished. Your Majesty told me when he was drunk at that time, the national teacher said that his red thread was completely broken, and it seemed to be broken by himself. I have the strength to fight, but if I break it myself..."

Speaking of this, Duan Yunhe didn't say any more.

Luo Qinglian understood.

He is a person who came from the great world, even though he has already forgotten those things in the great world in the long years, those laws of heaven, and the distinction between the six realms of superiority and inferiority have been engraved in his bones. He dare not forget.

Whoever dares to bury what is a gift from God will not be able to get it even after reincarnation.

He forgot where he had heard of or seen, there was a demon clan, originally with two horns on its head, it looked quite beautiful.

But one year, the patriarch of the demon tribe did not know what to do. He believed the words of liking that person, cut off one of his horns with a knife, and gave it to him as a token of love, asking him to refine it into a comb. .

Since then, the newly born little demon cubs have offended Heavenly Dao because of the behavior of the patriarch, and they can no longer give birth to a second horn. horned beast.

The way of heaven is ruthless, and it has always been cruel to those who disobey it.

If you don't want the horn I gave you, then pull it out, there is no room for negotiation.

Luo Qinglian felt a little sad.

He didn't know that this kind of thing happened, just before he went to Rong Jiuxiao's side.

No one in the world can see Rong Jiuxiao's red line.

With his cultivation base at this level, he is already at the top of the vast world, even his master Tianshui cannot see through his fate, let alone a broken red thread.

Luo Qinglian was a little apprehensive, and asked further: "Then if this life is still a broken red thread, wouldn't I... be a widow again?"

Duan Yunhe opened his mouth, and he waited for a long time, but he did not expect such a result.

Luo Qinglian thought of the scene of him carrying Rong Jiuxiao's body back to the bottom of the Yellow Spring, and felt even more sad. He heard the little widow go to the grave a few days ago, and he didn't feel anything in his heart. In a few days, I will have to sing about the little widow going to the grave.

"I'm alive and well, so you're going to curse me to death?" Rong Jiuxiao walked over at some point, and stood behind Luo Qinglian, holding two small red star anise sachets in his hands.

There are tassels hanging under the sachet, which looks delicate and small, and the lotus flowers on it are embroidered stitch by stitch, so the price is not cheap.

Luo Qinglian's mouth was flattened, and her eyes were about to turn red.

Seeing his sad appearance, Rong Jiuxiao suddenly softened his heart, pulled Luo Qinglian over and said, "Who are you listening to nonsense again? Old Duan's mouth is the best at fooling people, he has to weigh everything he says Weigh."

Duan Yunhe, who was inexplicably lying on the gun, was a little wronged, he didn't always run the train with his mouth full, did he?

Nan Yan glanced at Duan Yunhe, and said, "That's what I told you before, that your red thread was broken."

Rong Jiuxiao understood it, and said lightly: "The red thread is broken, it's not that the lifeline is broken, why are you crying?"

Luo Qinglian was sobbing, but when she heard this, she choked up and couldn't help coughing crazily.

Rong Jiuxiao took him into his arms, and whispered coaxingly in his ear: "Don't worry, even if your life is cut off, I can make you happy."

"..."

Luo Qinglian really couldn't hold it back any longer, she burst out laughing, pushed Rong Jiuxiao and said, "Brother Jiu, when did you become so dishonest? You are the one who comforts people like this!"

Putting these words before, even if he was killed, he would not believe that Rong Jiuxiao could say it.

Duan Yunhe also had an expression that he had seen for a long time.

Is this the same Rong Jiuxiao who always had an indifferent face when he listened to a yellow accent?

Duan Yunhe looked at Rong Jiuxiao who said such things in a serious and understatement, he could only secretly feel that the world is going down and people's hearts are not old.