Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Compared to the hesitation of the people in front of the Taichu Mountain Gate, the Fuyun Palace at this time is extraordinarily peaceful.

Nan Rongqi held a sword in one hand and a basket in the other, with a piece of mud stained somewhere on his left cheek, he walked into Fuyun Palace like an old hen: "Who is used to you, what is not good to eat, just eat Do you want to eat this mouthful of Xuelihong? Do you know how big Taichu Mountain is, I dug all over the back mountain to find this small basket..."

When he looked up, his expression froze for a moment.

Flour was dumped on the table, white-flower-flowers were scattered, and pots and bowls were a mess.The two people who had agreed to knead the dough in the temple were both falling to the ground at this moment.Half of Xiao Yihe's hair was dusted with flour, as if it had fallen snow, and he was sitting straddling Xue Xuanwei's waist, with only a piece of paper between his lips.

"..." Nan Rongqi asked quietly, "Are you kneading dough on each other's body?"

Xue Xuanwei looked away, while Xiao Yihe touched his face, rubbed the flour on his face again, and said with a smile: "Accident, it's all accidents, it was the dough that popped out first."

Nan Rongqi took a deep breath: "Why didn't you say that this pot is going to jump up and hit you?" He looked at a pitted and hideous surface in the pot, and couldn't help frowning, "This is the dough you two kneaded? Haha , It really looks like it can jump up and hit people."

"Excellent, isn't it?" Xiao Yihe climbed up without a red face, fixed his eyes on the basket he was carrying, and happily went up to look at it, "Did you really dig it? Can you make a meal of dumplings with these?"

"It's okay to satisfy your gluttonous mouth." Nan Rongqi put down the basket, waved his sleeves and cast a cleansing technique. He was disgusted, and his hands copied out a handful of red cabbage in potherb that had been cleaned, and put them skillfully on the table Cut it into small pieces and mix it with the prepared rabbit meat.

After taking the dough that the two of them had ruined, he suffocated for a while, took it out, added flour and water and kneaded it again.

Xiao Yihe was in a mess, and was carried by Xue Xuanwei to the inner room to wash up briefly. After changing clothes and coming out, Nan Rongqi was wearing an apron, holding lace dumplings like a good wife and loving mother.

He stood aside and watched him making dumplings with great interest, while Xue Xuanwei chased after him with a dry and soft silk cloth to wipe the flour on his face and hands bit by bit until his cheeks turned red.

Nan Rongqi glanced at him: "You want to eat dumplings alone, how many people will serve you?"

Xiao Yihe said with a playful smile: "Good brother, I know you love me."

"..." Nan Rongqi couldn't stand his acting like a baby, so he let out a sigh.

Without the two of them making trouble, Nan Rongqi moved quickly, and within a short while, a hundred dumplings were wrapped and neatly stacked on the wooden tray, like chubby little white rabbits.

With the last dozen or so skins left, Xiao Yihe couldn't hold back, and pulled Xue Xuanwei up to learn how to pinch a few.

When he had had enough fun, it was already dark, and the cafeteria of Taichu Outer Sect sent disciples to deliver hot pot.

The dumplings were boiled in a thick broth made from chicken bones, and when they were served... they were full of ugly faces.The crystal clear ones are naturally made by Chef Nan Rong.The one who is as shapeless as I am, is Xiao Yihe's bag.

As for the ones who were directly torn and died without regret...

Xue Xuanwei didn't wait for them to laugh, and calmly took the bowl of sticky stuff with skin and stuffing in front of him.

Xiao Yihe called the disciple to stop, took two big bowls, picked out a few from Xue Xuanwei's bowl that could barely be seen, and also picked up a few from his own bunch of clowns, and used the rest to look good. Filled up the dumplings, put them in the food box and handed them to the disciple: "Excuse me, let me make an extra trip and send them to Guanhua Peak while they are hot."

The disciple responded and hurried away with the food box.

The one who delivered the hot pot was just an ordinary disciple from the outer sect, who had no ability to swing a sword and wind the wind. When he hurriedly sent the food box to Guanhua Peak, the dumplings were more or less cold.He was afraid that Chao Xizhi would blame him, so he quickly said with a low eyebrow, "it was sent by the suzerain".

Chao Xizhi heard that the food box was sent by Fuyun Palace, so she couldn't help asking: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The disciple shook his head blankly: "...No."

Chao Xizhi looked slightly disappointed, so she walked back to the inner room with the food box in her hand, handed the top layer of neat dumplings to Chao Wendao who had just woken up, and then opened the lower layer to have a look, a dozen of them were extremely ugly. The dumplings were lying on the plate unsteadily.

Ugly is ugly, or two completely different kinds of ugliness.

He froze for a moment, then understood something.

"Master...?" Chao Wendao called him, "Why are your eyes red?"

Zhao Xizhi came back to her senses, lowered her head and blinked: "It's okay, the cold wind is blowing my eyes."

He took out the plate of ugly dumplings and took one into his mouth. Although it was a bit cold, it was the first time in his life that he ate dumplings made by his two apprentices.

After being together for twenty years, he has never had a meal with the two children, and even because of his prejudice against Xue Xuanwei, he has never tried to find out what month he was born in and what he likes to eat.Chao Xizhi swallowed a mouthful of the dumpling wrapper, which was not considered soft, and choked up for a while and said, "...I might really not be a good master."

Chao Wendao didn't know, so he just thought that Master might be blaming himself for his injury, he gently took Chao Xizhi's shoulder from behind, and comforted him: "Master is the best in the world in Wen Dao's heart." Master."

Chao Xizhi finished eating a plate of dumplings in silence. He raised his head and asked, "Wen Dao, can you please send Lingque to report to Fuyun Peak? I want... to see your Sect Master Xue."

Zhao Wendao nodded, for some reason, he felt that today's master seemed to be extra polite to him, and the title of suzerain was also very strange.

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When the sparrow fluttered and disappeared above the hot pot, Xue Xuanwei's face was very ugly. He poured a bowl of hot soup in front of Xiao Yihe, and said lightly: "I have nothing to say to him."

Xiao Yihe held the bowl and breathed out the heat: "Maybe he has some unworldly secrets that he wants to teach you?"

Xue Xuanwei: "I don't need it."

Xiao Yihe blinked expectantly: "I need it."

Xue Xuan frowned slightly and looked at him.

"Okay." Xiao Yihe was holding a bowl of hot soup, looking at the thin egg flowers floating like clouds on the surface of the soup, "I know, 70 years...no matter what he wants to say, it's already too late."

Yeah, it's too late.

Xue Xuanwei is no longer that young man who swung his sword day and night until his hands were blistered with blood, just to get a word or two of praise from his master, and he will no longer be saddened by others' cold treatment.

He has passed the age of yearning for approval from others.

Xiao Yihe took a sip of the soup, sucked in a slippery egg flower, turned his head and put this unpleasant episode behind him, and sighed contentedly: "One more bowl!"

"..."

——In the end, Xue Xuanwei still went.It's not that I really have any concerns with that person to talk about, it's just to make an end to the master-student relationship that has long existed in name only.

As soon as Xue Xuanwei left, Nan Rongqi put down his chopsticks, stared at Xiao Yihe and said, "Okay, he has already left. You deliberately pushed him away, do you have something to say to me?"

Xiao Yihe bit a dumpling: "How do you say this? I just want them to meet each other. Although 70 years is too late, it's better than nothing. Although our little brother doesn't say it, he still has it in his heart." Care."

"Pull it down." Nan Rongqi sneered, "You specially sent dumplings to your master, and you even picked him to make them. It's so ugly, who can't recognize it? Your master, although you don't understand, you understand Those ghost ideas, as long as he has the heart, he will soon understand."

Nan Rongqi put his arms around: "Let me listen, what are you going to do, you dare not ask Xuanwei to hear?"

"I'm going to Sword God Mountain tomorrow."

Nan Rongqi: "Huh? Tomorrow?"

Xiao Yihe nodded: "'Xiao Liang' is my inner demon, and all my unwillingness and resentment towards this world. He was born on the cliff of testing swords, and should end there."

"So?" Nan Rongqi was puzzled, "He has one body and one soul with you. It is precisely because he can't kill you that he uses Taoism to force you to kill yourself, so that he can reap the benefits of a fisherman and directly take your soul—— How can you touch him?"

Xiao Yihe sneered: "He has hatred and resentment in his heart, and naturally he also has fear and shrinking - he can't kill me, just because he doesn't dare to kill me. He doesn't dare, but it doesn't mean I don't dare."

"..." Nan Rongqi suddenly realized, "Are you going to be with him—"

Xiao Yihe stuffed a dumpling into his mouth: "Noisy, shut up."

This dumpling blocked his mouth and his heart, Nan Rongqi swallowed it whole, and looked at Xiao Yihe in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Xiao Yihe was very calm, every bite was delicious, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, unbuttoned his clothes in front of Nan Rongqi, and rolled up his waist before he could cover his eyes clothes, revealing a piece of tender skin on the flanks.

Nan Rongqi peeked through his fingers and saw a spell pattern faintly flowing around his waist, he was surprised: "What is this?"

Xiao Yihe said: "Soul contract. In essence, I am no longer a real person, but a puppet of the remnant soul who survived by absorbing Xuanwei's life. He is now in his prime, so naturally he has no worries, but what if he is seriously injured? ?Once his spirit is not enough to support my request...he will easily get backlash, and I will be blown away, bang!"

With a bang, Nan Rongqi knocked off the silver chopsticks in his hand, and opened his eyes wide: "You, you..."

Xiao Yihe picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a ball in the hot pot: "If you don't want me to die faster, don't tell him."

Paji, the arm shook violently, and a good ball fell on the table and rolled a few times.Xiao Yihe looked down at the hand that was suddenly clenched on his wrist, and then followed the hand up to see Nan Rongqi's slightly pale face.

Xiao Yihe laughed: "It's okay, when I was in danger, I was able to take my master's head. Now that I am a mere demon, what can I do?"

"Can this be the same!" Nan Rongqi said angrily, "You are going to kill Yama Zai Arhat today, I am not worried, but you are going to..." He suddenly thought of something, and he had a flash of inspiration, "There will be no accidents!" I mentioned a secret technique to me before, which can seal your consciousness in my soul, and you will use my body to live in the future. Yihe, don't take risks."

This technique is similar to Shen Jing's Theory of Recalling Spirits back then, but...Xiao Yihe frowned: "I snatch your body to live, what is the difference between me and the demon who tried to snatch my soul?"

Nan Rongqi said anxiously: "How can this be the same? He is robbing, I am voluntary!"

"Nan Rongqi." Xiao Yihe interrupted him, "You are voluntary, but is Nan Rongke willing, is your Taoist Ye Qiao willing? Are thousands of disciples under your sect willing?" He sighed, "Are you willing?" I am good enough, even far better than you to Nan Rongke. Nan Rongqi, my death 70 years ago is the inevitable cause and effect of various choices. Even if I do it all over again, I can only choose this way, I No regrets, and neither can you."

"Ah Qi, you don't owe me anything, don't indulge me too much."

"..." Nan Rongqi froze all of a sudden, he slumped on the chair, a little annoyed and a little frustrated, "Then what are you talking to me? You go to die, it won't be many years before you die, We just forgot about you. When Xue Xuanwei got married and had a lively joint registration ceremony, I suddenly remembered that there was someone like you, so I asked Ke'er to kowtow to Uncle Xiao on the grave. I don’t even bring you wedding wine and snacks, and let you squat in the underworld to drink cold water from the underworld!”

Xiao Yihe couldn't help laughing: "You really have the heart to let me drink cold water?"

Nan Rongqi ignored him and turned his head away.

Xiao Yihe moved the stool and chased after him to sit down: "I don't want to eat dim sum, I want to eat the drunken chicken from Qianjinlou."

Nan Rongqi turned around again.

"So angry?" Xiao Yihe stretched out his hand to scratch him funny, but Nan Rongqi kept a straight face and said nothing.He tilted his head and asked, "Really don't look at me? Forget it! The next time you see me, it will be 50 years later."

"Oh, fifty..." Nan Rongqi paused, then turned his head, "What fifty years?"

Xiao Yihe smiled with his chin on his hands: "It means literally. I've done the math, set up the gate of life in advance, and when the two of us die, use the life-saving power of the gate of life to forcibly search for my soul, and there will be There is a chance of life. It’s just that I am a disabled body, and my soul has been broken once. If I want to wake up again this time, I’m afraid it will take at least 50 years.”

Hope rose again in Nan Rongqi's eyes, and the light came back: "We have been here for 70 years, just 50 years!"

Xiao Yihe said: "I still need something to rely on. Something that can carry my soul and infiltrate my blood."

Nan Rongqi was silent for a while, then suddenly he took out a small jade statue from his spiritual pouch, dressed in white clothes, with a jade flute on his arm, his face was exquisitely carved so that it was [-]% similar to his appearance in life.He placed the jade statue on the table under Xiao Yihe's shocked eyes: "Come on!"

Xiao Yihe didn't even have time to ask him why he brought his own jade statue: "...what are you here for?"

Nan Rongqi frowned and said: "Bloodletting! Don't be disgusted, this is carved by a teacher in Jiangnan according to your portrait. It is your favorite one. I have been putting it in the ancestral hall for incense. I’m alive, so I took it down. Let me tell you, the jade statue is good. When the time comes, ask Xue Xuanwei to place you in the Great Hall of Taichu, and the disciples will offer incense to you when they come and go. Maybe it can wake you up a few years earlier. -"

"Wait." Xiao Yihe raised his hand to interrupt him, "You put me in your ancestral hall? With whom, your father?"

Nan Rongqi scolded: "You think so beautiful! My father is in the main hall of the ancestral hall, and you are in the side hall!"

Xiao Yihe didn't believe it: "You put me alone in the side hall? Then whose incense can I get?"

"Don't push yourself too hard, I can think of giving you a statue because of the sake of the two of us playing fools, and you still want to hang out with my father to eat and drink?"

"What you said, why is it called Ceng, can the matter of incense be called Ceng?"

"..." Nan Rongqi was so angry that he sucked in a breath of cold air, as if he had returned to the youthful days when the two bickered and hurt each other in an instant, and said indiscriminately, "When you die, I will definitely make you a big one, Gold-plated and silver-plated! Put you in the center of our martial arts arena, and let the disciples kowtow to you every day!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly fell silent, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that..."

When he looked up and saw Xiao Yihe's smiling eyes propped up by the table, he realized that he was teasing himself.

Seeing that he was finally not so tense, Xiao Yihe said: "Thank you, and thank you to our father... But the jade statue is useless."

Nan Rongqi said, "Then what do you want?"

Xiao Yihe said: "My own blood can nourish my soul, not Song Yao's."

"You have been dead for 70 years, and your body has been dismantled long ago. Where can I get it for you—ah." Nan Rongqi suddenly sighed, "It really is..." He looked at Xiao Yihe, "Your sword ear."

Xiao Yihe nodded: "But I'm not the only one who needs Jiansui. Xiao Liang is just a heart demon, not even a remnant soul. If he wants to be a human being, my soul and blood essence are also indispensable. I guess, At this time, he has already summoned the army of corpses to go to Chasing Moon Villa... Where did you put Jiansui?"

"...I'm in my bedroom." Nan Rongqi stood up in a huff, "I'll tell you sooner!"

Xiao Yihe grabbed him: "Let Wushuang and Xuanwei go with you. Chasing Moon Villa is heavily guarded, not those small Taoist sects that he said would be destroyed before. If he really wants to grab Jiansui, there will definitely not be only corpses." Li Gui, it is very likely..."

"Maybe what?"

Xiao Yihe paused, really unwilling to entertain such conjectures: "It's nothing, no matter what comes tomorrow, you must not be merciful. Make a quick decision, take Jian Sui, and wait for me on the ruins of the Bixiao Temple on the Sword God Mountain. remember?"

Nan Rongqi nodded, and wanted to rush back to Chasing Moon Villa, but he couldn't help but look back at him as soon as he left: "Is it really possible, don't lie to me."

Xiao Yihe said inexplicably: "The breakfast of Jianzong in the early days is quite delicious."

Nan Rongqi was puzzled at such a critical moment, why he suddenly brought up the breakfast of Taichu Jianzong.

Xiao Yihe laughed easily: "After this battle, I'm going to come back for breakfast!"

"..." Nan Rongqi couldn't keep up with his train of thought, and was almost angry again, but he swallowed the sarcastic words as soon as they reached his lips. He walked a few steps silently, and turned around suddenly when he reached the outside of the hall Strutting back, he hugged Xiao Yihe into his arms.

Xiao Yihe was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he vaguely heard a soft sniffling sound on his shoulder, and patted him on the back lightly: "Ah Qi."

Nan Rongqi slapped harder, making Xiao Yihe's whole chest humming: "Xuanwei and I prepared hot pots, dumplings, and drunk chicken pure brew. It doesn't matter if it's 50 years, 70 years or 100 years. We've been waiting for you...we've been waiting for you."

Xiao Yihe smiled and said, "Okay."

Nan Rongqi: "We must come back."

Xiao Yihe: "Yes."

Nan Rongqi hugged him again, turned his head three times at a step, reluctantly left the hall, walked to the wide place, gritted his teeth secretly, threw his sword up, and walked away against the wind.

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At the same time, Xue Xuanwei was not happy.

He was not good at talking, and the master was even quieter. The two of them had nothing to talk about, and it was just adding to the embarrassment when they sat together again after so many years.

Zhao Wendao came in with some tea, and saw the two sitting upright, one on the other, and hadn't spoken a word for a long time. He felt strange and took the lead to break the weird atmosphere.

"Master, suzerain, please drink tea."

Chao Xizhi turned her head and saw the food box, and managed to find something to talk about: "The dumplings are delicious, thank you."

"It's rotten." Xue Xuanwei said, "And I didn't ask someone to give it to me."

"..." Chao Xizhi was silent for a while, then bit the bullet and continued to talk, "Did Yihe eat too?"

Xue Xuan gave a slight "hmm".

The two fell silent again. Chao Xizhi looked at the two shackles and curse patterns on his wrist, and tried his best to search for things to talk to him in his mind, but found that the two had been masters and apprentices for many years, and they were like strangers. A memorable thing.

If there are one or two things that are related, it is also because Xiao Yihe's figure is mixed in them.

"then you……"

Xue Xuanwei couldn't listen anymore, seeing his faltering attitude, it wasn't that he really had something to say.

He really regretted why he came here, no matter those years in Sword God Mountain or the following years, he had nothing to reminisce about with this person.He suddenly figured out the essence of this meeting, so he stood up abruptly to leave.

Chao Xizhi also stood up: "Xuan Wei!"

Xue Xuan closed his eyes slightly: "Don't force yourself, there is nothing to say between you and me. Even if we sit together today, it's just a forced arrangement by senior brother."

Chao Xizhi was stunned for a long time, because she really didn't know how to get along with this apprentice.Surprised that Xue Xuanwei had already seen through that this meeting was just a cover, he was accused of being speechless: "...I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize to me, and I don't expect anything from you."

...With no expectations, naturally no extravagant expectations, there is no need to talk about guilt or indebtedness.

The two of them endured the embarrassment and sat face to face for a while, drinking a pot of tea from hot to cold, and sat outside until the snow stopped, and the silver moon lightly spilled into the railing like a hook.Xue Xuanwei estimated that the time was almost up, and finally put down the empty teacup.

This time Chao Xizhi didn't stop him, but said: "I will return Chao Xizhi to you as soon as possible."

Xue Xuan took a slight look at the curse pattern on his wrist, he is like a mortal right now, and it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch in Taichu Mountain, so I don't worry that he will make trouble again.So he hummed lightly.After walking a few steps, Chao Xizhi suddenly caught up again: "Xuan Wei, apologize to Yi He for me... If I can do it all over again, I will definitely learn to be a good master."

"There is nothing to start over." Xue Xuan said coldly.

Chao Xizhi clenched her palms tightly and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes."

... The old warmth, no matter what remedies are made, will never go back.

Xue Xuanwei left Guanhua Peak and walked back to Fuyun Hall covered in frost and dew instead of using his sword.The hall was already quiet, only a dim candle lamp was left, lightly illuminating the window casement.He thought of cottages in the world, and every family was like this at night.

A small lamp, waiting to return.

He felt a little hot in his heart, fearing that his senior brother would be in a hurry, he couldn't help stepping up his pace.When he got to the door, he suddenly remembered that he had left him behind, and couldn't help feeling a little displeased, and stood outside the threshold and didn't go in for a long time.

After lingering for a while, he took a deep breath before putting his hand on the crack of the door——

Suddenly the door opened wide from the inside, and a body in light soft obscene clothes jumped up, Xue Xuanwei instinctively hugged him and hugged him to his chest.As soon as the palms touched his back, he felt that his body was slightly cold, and couldn't help worrying: "Why is the wind blowing? Nan Rongqi is gone?"

Xiao Yihe's long hair was spread out, and there was no unnecessary decoration on his whole body. He had a pure and pure body: "Waiting for you! You have been away for a long time."

He seemed to have been bathed, and there was a faint scent of incense in his hair. Xue Xuanwei walked in with him in his arms, and he rubbed him restlessly on his body, feeling a little distracted.Xue Xuan suppressed his emotions slightly, put him on the couch, pulled over the thick brocade quilt to cover him, and when he was about to get up, his wrists were suddenly grabbed.

Xiao Yihe took his hand and poked under the quilt, his cheeks were flushed by the candlelight, he whispered: "Look, it has been waiting for you anxiously, it has been clamoring to find you..."

"..." Xue Xuan held his breath slightly, and brushed the corner of his eyes with his other hand, "Senior brother."

Perhaps it was because of the sudden return of spiritual power, the spiritual energy was full and there was nowhere to dispose of it, a red cloud immediately floated up as soon as Xiao Yihe touched it, he endured his embarrassment, and turned his eyes around: "Do you want to see it?"

Xue Xuanwei didn't speak, what answered him was the soft touch gently on the corner of his mouth, an old friend who was as hot as his waist.

Xiao Yihe extinguished the candle with a flick of his finger, and lifted the corner of the quilt to wrap him inward.

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