Tibetan thoughts

Xue Jifeng seemed to be very familiar with Correspondence City. Ling Qing and Yan Yunlie followed him to an inn called Fulai. After they sat down, Xue Jifeng didn't order any dishes, so he asked Xiao Er to bring him a pound of burning knife first.

After the food and wine were served, Xue Jifeng hugged the wine jar and patted the mud, poured himself a large bowl, and handed it to Ling Qing, but Ling Qing waved him down, but Ling Qing had already left Xue Jifeng in his heart. impression.

After eating and drinking, Xue Jifeng told them what happened here.

Xue Jifeng was born uninhibited and liked to wander around. He heard that the Liao Kingdom was plotting to commit another crime. He happened to be in Jizhou. With a chivalrous spirit, he wanted to go to Yongzhou to see if there was anything he could do.

When he was about to leave, suddenly a group of people called Tianjuejiao came to Jizhou, and they used their force to oppress the people here.

Xue Jifeng saw Yan Yunlie's real face on Wuhuan Mountain, and after seeing the person who claimed to be the leader of Tianjue Sect, he became suspicious, temporarily put aside his plan to leave Yongzhou, and stood still to see what these people were up to.

"Then has Big Brother Xue met Eastern Zhou Wang Dongli Muyun and his subordinates here?" Hearing this, Ling Qing interrupted him and asked.

Xue Jifeng put one foot on the stool, held the wine jar in his arms, and touched his chin, "I haven't met the king of Eastern Zhou, but those people seem to have ambushed someone before, and when I arrived, I only saw a fight." Traces of ... and picked up this."

Xue Jifeng took out a bunch of indigo-colored silk tassels from his bosom, and above the silk tassels was a hollowed-out silver totem, which was a three-legged blue bird.

Ling Qing took the tassel knot and flipped through it, and murmured softly, "This is something that the guards of the Eastern Zhou Palace would wear..." Then he raised his head, "Where did you find their ambush?"

Xue Jifeng thought for a while, "It's quite a long way out of the city, I'm afraid we will soon reach Yongzhou..."

Ling Qing glanced sideways at Yan Yunlie, Yan Yunlie only nodded slightly, it seemed that both of them wanted to go together, maybe Dongli Muyun was attacked by this group of people and lost his whereabouts.

"Then Ling Qing, why are you here?"

Ling Qing secretly screened it in her heart, dividing what can be said and what cannot be said, but Xue Jifeng saw that he hesitated and said, "If it is inconvenient to say, that's okay."

"No." Ling Qing immediately vetoed, "I received news from the Eastern Zhou Palace earlier, saying that the Eastern Zhou Wang Dongli Muyun and his subordinates lost their news at the junction of Jiyongzhou and Yongzhou. I came here for this matter. ...And we have been attacked along the way, and those who attacked us seem to be the same group as the people who pretended to be Tianjiao that we saw today."

Speaking of this, Ling Qing fell silent. Some words are not suitable to say in front of Xue Jifeng, who is drinking heavily and eating a lot of meat. Even if he knows that he has a bright and unruly personality, and they fought against the enemy together before, it can only be regarded as the first acquaintance after all.

After that, several people drank and ate in silence. Yan Yunlie was the first to leave his seat, and only said "I'm full, eat slowly" and went upstairs alone. An excuse to go back to the room first.

With Xue Jifeng present, Ling Qing and Yan Yunlie each requested a room, but after Ling Qing opened the door of his own room, he was not surprised to see Yan Yunlie sitting at the table, seemingly thinking about something.

Ling Qing closed the door and walked over, put Taishang Wangqing on the table, "Have you thought of anything?"

Yan Yunlie shook his head, "The only thing I can think of now is someone pretending to be my Heavenly Jue Sect, making your brother Dongli lose his whereabouts, and even attacking the two of us along the way, trying to put us to death."

Ling Qing sat down at the table, "Do you think... Brother Dongli is alive or dead now?"

Yan Yunlie didn't answer his question, but instead stretched out his hand, his palm pressed against Ling Qing's cheek, and his thumb rubbed back and forth on the red mark where the dark needle had injured him.

"You fought like that just now, is your body okay?"

Yan Yunlie didn't pay attention when he saw that he had already rushed out. Although he chased after him immediately, he was separated by those subordinates holding crescent knives. As a result, he was injured under his nose. How distressed.

"Although they look alike, their martial arts methods are wrong. You have to trust me."

Ling Qing smiled lightly, "You say that, but it makes me feel like you are guilty of something."

"I just hope there will be no misunderstanding between the two of us at this time."

Those people don't know their intentions, they don't know their intentions, he knows what happened along the way, Ling Qing can make his own judgments, but there is a sense of uneasiness that gradually grows and fades in his heart, and he always feels that those things before are all a ring With one ring fastened, he began to worry that his side might not be approaching the truth, but stepping toward some kind of trap step by step...

"Ling Qing, I think you can go back to Tianjue Mountain or Wanyue Mountain Villa first, and leave the rest to me."

"Why?" Ling Qing was a little puzzled, then followed Yan Yunlie's gaze to look at his abdomen, seemed to understand Yan Yunlie's intentions, and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

Ling Qing signaled Yan Yunlie to be quiet, got up and walked over to open the door a crack.

"Ling Qing, would you like to learn some tricks with me?" Xue Jifeng stood outside the door.

Although the previous fight wasn't too intense, Ling Qing already felt his internal energy rushing around in his body. When he saw Yan Yunlie in his room, he thought it was just time for him to help recuperate. There was no way to tell Xue Jifeng the truth, so he could only think in his stomach how to reject him.

Seeing Ling Qing's displeasure, Xue Jifeng hurriedly said, "Ling Qing, you don't have to force it, I, I want to practice swords as soon as I get drunk, and then I think of the reputation of Moon Sword in the world , I just want to have a closer look..." Xue Jifeng scratched his head and explained, probably aware of his recklessness and felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Xue Jifeng was about to turn around after finishing speaking, Ling Qing called out to him, "It's okay if you only have a few sparring sessions." After saying that, he went back to the room to get Gui Menglai.

Yan Yunlie naturally heard their conversation and wanted to say something, but Ling Qing waved his hand to stop him, and pointed to the window, signaling him not to let Xue Jifeng see him when he went back to his room through the window.

So the Yanda leader's face became stinky again, and he couldn't help being annoyed, why is Xue Jifeng so accurate every time he picks?He chose the moment when he and Ling Qing were talking.He opened the window and crawled out sullenly, making it seem like he was having an affair.

Ling Qing took Gui Meng and walked out, Xue Jifeng poked his head and took a look inside.

"I heard voices in your room just now, I thought you and Master Yan were discussing something."

Ling Qing smiled and shook her head, "You probably heard wrong."

The two went downstairs to the atrium of the inn together.

"Look, Ling Qing, you seem to have known Sect Master Yan for a long time. In my impression, the people of Tianjue Sect have always behaved irrationally, perversely and weirdly, and the whereabouts of the Sect Leaders of all dynasties are also erratic. It's an unpredictable feeling that I was colluding with a traitor like Huo Xian before..."

Ling Qing's body shook, he tightened his hand holding the sword, and interrupted Xue Jifeng's words.

"Which is right and which is wrong, if you don't see it with your own eyes, who can say for sure? Tianjue Sect members are extroverted and frank. Although they act perversely, they also understand righteousness. Dongli Muyun and I were able to kill Huo Xian. In the end, it still depends on the help of Master Yan... It's not that I protect Tianjuejiao, but Tianjuejiao has been misunderstood too much by the world."

When he said these words, Ling Qing couldn't feel his chest throbbing, and the pain and pain silently stirred the deepest wound.

Outsiders didn't know about it, but how could he not understand?

It was Yan Yunlie who pushed Tianjuejiao to such a situation of being reviled by others, and he himself had something to do with it...

When the two arrived at the atrium, Ling Qing made a request to Guimeng, "The main thing is to learn from each other, so let's go as far as we can."

"Okay!" Xue Jifeng threw away the scabbard, jumped up with a long cry, "Ling Qing, then I won't be polite." Shua Shua stabbed over.

Ling Qing didn't make a move right away, holding Gui Meng's hand behind his back, he never made a sword move, and swayed his body left and right to avoid the sword move.

"Ling Qing, we can't practice swords with you like this." Xue Jifeng took the long sword in his hand, and walked like a tiger, his swordsmanship was as bold as his temperament.

Ling Qing was not avoiding or not responding, he had never seen Liu Cang's swordsmanship before, so he stood still for a few rounds just to observe Xue Jifeng's swordsmanship, but found that his swordsmanship was simple, with strong internal strength, relying solely on arm strength and this A broad-edged epee can dance vigorously.

Keng!

Gui Meng held Xue Jifeng's long sword, and the corners of Ling Qing's mouth curved slightly, "Please give me your advice." With a turn of his wrist and a turn of his body, he pulled Gui Meng out of its sheath, and a silver light streaked across the sword as thin as a cicada's wing the cold glow.

Xue Jifeng stabbed with his sword, the sound of the long sword was like a dragon's chant, Ling Qing's figure was light, he turned around, leaned back, the long sword slashed across his chest, turned sideways, Gui Meng flipped the sword flower from bottom to top straight Stabbing in the past, being blocked by Xue Jifeng's horizontal sword, Ling Qing tilted his body, floated a foot away, stepped on the tree with his feet, turned around with his strength, and Qing Guimeng stabbed Xue Jifeng.

One's swordsmanship was simple and vigorous, and the other's swordsmanship was light and dexterous. The sword energy swept down the branches and leaves, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky. When the swords clashed and clanged in the courtyard, the figures of the two moved away suddenly.

Ling Qing was repeatedly blocked by Xue Jifeng's brute force, and was almost cornered. He thought that he really underestimated Xue Jifeng, but he didn't expect that a small sect that was not well-known in the Jianghu could have such a person. good swordsmanship.

With a look in his eyes, Ling Qing became serious, using his internal force to shake away the long sword that was sticking to Gui Meng, he jumped up, pointed the tip of the sword at the stone table in the courtyard, the tip of the sword picked up the snow on the table, and chopped The scattered crystals brushed past Xue Jifeng's ears.

The two of them staggered, Ling Qing turned back, Gui Meng turned in the air, the bright silver sword light was dazzling, and before Xue Jifeng had time to react, he stabbed back.

Seeing this, Xue Jifeng didn't panic, and fell to the ground, but his arms swept across with the sword, the two swords collided, and there was a "clang", Ling Qing felt numb from the shock.

It's been a long time since he met such an opponent, and Ling Qing didn't feel his interest, but when he raised his sword again, he suddenly felt a burst of blood rushing through his chest, and then Xue Jifeng's voice sounded next to his ears.

"Looks like Ling Qing, you have known Master Yan for a long time."

Ling Qing paused, and Xue Jifeng found an opening. Seeing the oncoming sword light, Ling Qing almost instinctively raised his hand to block it with Gui Meng.

"In my impression, the people of Tianjue Sect have always behaved irrationally, perversely and weirdly, and the whereabouts of the leaders of the past dynasties are also erratic, and they don't show their faces in the world very much. They always give people a sense of mystery. Colluded together..."

The sound of the sword qi sweeping seemed to be gradually inaudible, Ling Qing could only feel the uncontrolled qi and blood running around, he wanted to control it, but at the same time he had to deal with Xue Jifeng's offensive, but from time to time, some past events appeared in front of him. The picture is bloody, tragic, unbearable...

Don't think about it!Calm down!

Ling Qing warned herself secretly, but a double image appeared in front of her eyes. Xue Jifeng in front of her turned into Dongli Muyun for a while, Huo Xian for a while, and Yan Yunlie who was covered in blood again.

Ling Qing's breathing became more and more heavy, and his sword moves became disorganized, and he almost recklessly swept the sword at anything in front of him.

Xue Jifeng saw that he looked like a sign of madness, his offensive was fierce and murderous, and wanted to stop, but Ling Qing didn't listen to him at all.

Suddenly Xue Jifeng stumbled and fell to the ground. When he turned around, he saw Ling Qing red-eyed and stabbing with a sword.

"Ling Qing! Click as far as you can! Click as far as you can!"

Ling Qing came back to his senses suddenly, and saw that his sword was only an inch away from Xue Jifeng's chest, and flicked his wrist to stagger it, but still cut the clothes on Xue Jifeng's shoulders.

"Click to..." Xue Jifeng mentioned his throat in one breath, and finally Ling Qing came to his senses, the sword "ding" passed his shoulder and pierced into the bluestone slab on the ground, and he spit out this breath, "So far .”

Ling Qing froze there, her hand trembling slightly, and then slowly let go of the hand holding the sword after a while.

As soon as he stood up straight, he felt that the blood rushing through his veins brought blood to his throat, and his abdomen also felt a dull pain.Ling Qing became flustered for a moment, the first thing he thought of was the child in his belly, and then his mood became unstable. Just when he couldn't suppress his blood, and a warm mouthful rushed up through his throat, several important points on his body were suddenly pressed. live.

Ling Qing felt that all the strength in his body was suddenly taken away, and his body slid down softly. When he lost consciousness, Yan Yunlie's sullen face caught his eyes.

"It's too messy!" Yan Yun said angrily. After wrapping his arms around Ling Qing's slid body to support him, he ignored Xue Jifeng who was still sitting on the ground and hugged Ling Qing who had passed out. Go upstairs to their room.

An incense for calming the nerves was lit in the room, and the brazier was burning very vigorously.

Yan Yunlie put Ling Qing's baggage on the table, found a few porcelain vases inside, opened them one by one and smelled them, and finally kept two in his hands and walked back to the bedside.

Ling Qing was lying on the bed, frowning deeply, with a painful expression on his face.

Yan Yunlie sat down next to the bed, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Ling Qing, "Ling Qing? Ling Qing?"

But Ling Qing didn't respond, but frowned even tighter, and groaned a few times in pain.

Yan Yunlie sighed, helped him up and let him lean on himself, then poured the pills in the two porcelain bottles into his palm, one for anti-abortion and one for strengthening the foundation, and handed them to his lips together , caught it with the tips of the teeth, then pinched Ling Qing's chin to make him lift his head, and stuck it on himself, with four lips touching, pushed the pill into his mouth with his tongue, and pushed it on his back with one hand to help him swallow .

Seeing that Ling Qing hadn't woken up, Yan Yunlie was full of pity, and at the same time, his chest hurt with anger, thinking that when he woke up, he must scold him, knowing that his body is different now, but he always It is without self-awareness.If I hadn't appeared in time, I don't know what would have happened.

Fortunately, when he was on Tianjue Mountain, he often accompanied Ling Qing to practice swords, and he knew all his sword moves by heart. Whenever Ling Qing's sword steps were chaotic, he would notice it.

Looking down at the person in his arms, his fingers gently traced along his handsome cheeks, brushing the strands of hair that were scattered around his temples behind his ears one by one, his anger was replaced by heartache, Yan Yunlie held his hand It slid down and lightly attached to his abdomen. The place that was originally flat and firm now became soft and slightly protruded outwards, but there was no way to feel the pulsation underneath.

"Ling Qing..." Yan Yunlie hugged him a little tighter, rubbing his face against his, "Do you want me to play a little song for you and the baby?" The words were full of tenderness and sweet petting drown.

knock knock!

The door was knocked again, Yan Yunlie looked at the door, put Ling Qing down, and went to open the door, but when he saw Xue Jifeng standing outside the door, he closed the door.

"Hey, wait!" Xue Jifeng hurriedly blocked the door to prevent him from closing it, and passed the things in his hand, "I'm here to return this to Ling Qing."

Yan Yunlie saw that Xue Jifeng was holding Guimeng in his hand, and his heart was all on Ling Qing just now, and he didn't bother to take his sword back with him.

Yan Yunlie took Gui Meng with a cold face, without thanking him, he still wanted to close the door, and was still stuck by Xue Jifeng.

"Ling Qing...is he okay?" Xue Jifeng showed a worried expression.

"The inner breath is scattered, the mood is unstable, and it's all right now." Yan's face was a little colder than the icy sky outside, and the anger that had been suppressed rose again after seeing Xue Jifeng.

Knowing that Xue Jifeng can't be completely blamed, but if he hadn't invited Ling Qing to practice swords and learn from each other, there would be no accident. As for why Ling Qing suddenly showed signs of madness, we can only ask Ling Qing after he wakes up.

Yan Yunlie didn't make a sound, but put on an expression of chasing people, Xue Jifeng was sensible, and obediently took back the hand that was stuck on the door, so the leader of Yan University immediately closed the door very shamelessly, but there was still a gap left. At that time, Xue Jifeng blocked him with his sword.

Through the fist-wide crack of the door, Yan Yunlie saw Xue Jifeng's face approaching, his expression seemed to be a little different from before, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was somewhat inexplicable.

"Master Yan, do you also believe that those members of the Tianjue sect are fake?"

"What do you want to say?" Yan Yunlie pinched the door panel and creaked.

Xue Jifeng didn't answer him, but slowly retracted the long sword against the door, and the door closed with a creak.

Yan Yunlie stood facing the door for a long time before turning around and returning to the bed.

Ling Qing felt dizzy in his head, and the images of the past still flashed in his mind from time to time. If it wasn't for Xue Jifeng's words, he would not have thought of these things for a while...

The right shoulder that was once pierced by Gui Meng, and the left hand that was abruptly broken by himself were both in pain. Ruan Suxue had already healed him at that time, but why did he feel like he was being burned by the flames now?

If some things are not remembered, they will slowly become silent in the bottom of my heart, and once they are recalled, they will be unstoppable, like the sludge stirred up from the bottom of the river, turning up again and again, muddying the clearness on the surface.

That Yan Yunlie, who was determined to go his own way to the point of being cruel, almost destroyed him, those pains, those insults and tortures engraved on his body, when he thought about it again at this moment, the chill permeated his whole body, Ling Qing couldn't help shrinking his body, trembling slightly .

don't...don't...

"Ling Qing? Ling Qing!"

Ling Qing opened his eyes, seeing the nervousness on Yan Yunlie's face.

"Ling Qing, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Yunlie reached out to help him, but Ling Qing avoided him, and he looked at him puzzled.

Ling Qing lay there, gasping for a few breaths, and finally came to his senses, the eyes looking at Yan Yunlie also changed from confusion to clarity.This time Yan Yunlie reached out to help him, and he didn't dodge him again.

Ling Qing was helped to sit up, took the tea from Yan Yunlie, held it in both hands but didn't drink it, freed a hand for a while to touch her stomach.

Yan Yunlie sat down by the bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "Now you know how to worry?"

Ling Qing raised his head to look at Yan Yunlie, his pale lips moved, and only murmured "I", looking a little at a loss.

Yan Yunlie originally planned to wait for him to wake up and give him a good meal, but seeing him like this, he naturally couldn't bear it, so he stroked his back with his hand to express comfort.

"Okay, fortunately, I found out what was wrong with you in time. Practice your sword well, how could you almost get mad, what did that brat named Xue do to you?"

Ling Qing shook his head, "No, I just suddenly remembered..." The latter words came to his lips and swallowed back.

Yan Yunlie did not press on.

The two were silent for a while, and Yan Yunlie suddenly said, "Ling Qing, there is a demon in your heart."

Ling Qing was startled, "Magic barrier?"

"Greedy for profit, obsessed with delusions, all living beings can become demons..."

Ling Qing thought for a while, and moved the hand that was on her stomach to her heart.

It's not like he didn't have a heart trapped by demonic obstacles. When the child died, he was deeply entangled with regret and obsession, so that he was in a trance and couldn't get out.

What he practiced was Qinghong school's inner strength mental method, and the Taoist internal classics that pay attention to the cultivation of xinxing. If there is a demonic obstacle in his heart, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Just as he was thinking of this, he heard Yan Yunlie comforting him gently, "Everyone has demons, the more you care about them, the easier it is to be swallowed up."

This statement made Ling Qing tilt his head and look at Yan Yunlie with doubts on his face, probably because he didn't expect Yan Yunlie, who often made some unreasonable and childish actions, would suddenly say such a Zen-like expression. words come.

"Yan Yunlie..." Ling Qing's eyes fell on his heart, and he poked his finger there, "Then your place... is there any magic?"

Yan Yunlie raised his hand to hold him, without any hesitation, "Yes."

"What should I do?"

"... Believe it." Yan Yunlie held Ling Qing's hand, let his fingertips stick to his heart, drew a circle there, and then tapped in the middle of the circle, "If this is not confusing, then no matter how powerful Even demonic barriers cannot invade..."

Believe?

Ling Qing was stunned for a while, Yan Yunlie let go of his hand and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, "Are you hungry? I'll ask Xiao Er to get something to eat." Then he got up and walked out.

Ling Qing kept looking at Yan Yunlie until the door was closed, then looked away, lowered his head, the tea in the cup shook out circles of ripples, blurring his own figure reflected in the teacup.

Ling Qing's internal injuries were not serious, and she was almost ready to go to the ground after lying down for two days.

Although Yan Yunlie always looked stinky in front of Xue Jifeng, Ling Qing was still very happy to make friends with such a straightforward and unrestrained person like Xue Jifeng.

In the evening, Xue Jifeng invited Ling Qing to go to the market for a walk, so as to stretch his muscles and bones, but the stinky-faced Yanda Hierarch followed him uninvited.

Walking in the market, the Hu traffickers recognized Ling Qing and the others as the chivalrous men who stood up for them that day, and gratefully stuffed things from the stall into their hands. Ling Qing refused to take it, but Xue Jifeng didn't. You're welcome, those people will accept whatever they give.

"Hu people are different from us Central Plains people. If you don't accept them, they will think that you look down on them. If you accept them, they will be happy just to accept their thanks." Xue Jifeng explained with a lot of things in his arms.

"You know Hu people well?" Ling Qing expressed curiosity.

"No, it's just that I have traveled a lot from east to west, from north to south, so I know more about the customs and human relationships in various places." Xue Jifeng said, picked a fruit from the pile of things in his arms and threw it to Ling Qing, "This is so sweet. .”

Then he picked one and handed it to his mouth and took a bite. Then Xue Jifeng realized something, touched another one with the fruit in his mouth and handed it to Yan Yunlie, but the leader of Yan University just turned away his face to express his disdain. He lowered his eyebrows, and retracted his hand awkwardly to continue nibbling on his fruit.

When the three of them walked back after shopping in the market, the crowds on the street had dispersed a lot. An old man pulling a cart came towards him. When they brushed against them, Ling Qing saw that his cart was full of Vegetables and some beef and mutton.

"It's probably going to be sold tomorrow morning." Xue Jifeng said from the side, probably because he saw Ling Qing staring at the car.

"Brother Xue, where are those people's lairs? Have you checked?" Ling Qing stopped and asked.

Most of the edible things Xue Jifeng was holding in his arms had already entered his stomach. Hearing Ling Qing ask him, he was gnawing on the last fruit in his hand and spat out the peel, "I tried to find theirs. It’s the old nest, but it followed around and circled around, and finally confused itself.”

Ling Qing looked at Yan Yunlie, "Yan Yunlie, do you still remember that when they attacked us, the "Fulan" you placed around didn't work, could it be like you, they set up all around? What kind of array, you must have something like "Guiding the way" to find it?"

Yan Yunlie thought for a while, "It's possible, Ling Qing, what did you think of?"

Ling Qing turned around and looked at the back of the old man pulling a cart of vegetables, "Even if you are really a member of the Demon Cult, can you not eat or drink like a god?"

In a word, it seems to wake up the dreamer.