On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

The mountain gate of the Qingfeng Sword Sect was bustling with activity. Qingxia Peak, Zixia Peak, Haoyan Peak, Diying Peak, and Ruyi Peak, disciples from all the peaks came, colorful and full of enthusiasm.

After Fang Yuan and Qu Xiaoling greeted each other at the mountain gate, Qu Xiaoling asked, "Where is Qiwu?"

The disciples in the sect have changed one after another. They admire Fang Yuan who married the god emperor, but few people know about Mu Qiwu.

A hundred years ago, Mu Qiwu disappeared without a trace. She had neither a teacher nor a bosom friend, and even Xie Qingshu no longer looked for her, let alone others.

There was only Qu Xiaoling, who still remembered this disciple whom he valued highly.

Fang Yuan was a little moved at first, then laughed in a low voice, waiting for Xiao Qing to explain himself.

He said why no one from Donghai was invited to the wedding banquet. It turned out that he never told Qu Xiaoling that "Mu Qiwu" was him disguised as a woman.

The news in Wumu Xiaozhou was blocked, and many things could not be heard. It took a long time for the people in the door to confirm that Fang Yuan who got married in Beizhou was Fang Yuan from their sect.

Fusang, Phoenix and the like are more dense,? It's normal to be confused.

Qu Xiaoling frowned.

Xiao Qing didn't change her expression: "...Elder Qu."

Qu Xiaoling looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Qing nodded: "I am Mu Qiwu."

Qu Xiaoling: "..."

I was a watery, beautiful female disciple who suddenly turned into a big man,? This man didn't even have the slightest soft lines,? He was decisive, with a smile that was not a smile, and his identity was even more invincible as the God Emperor of Beizhou,? Ren Everyone will be dumbfounded.

Qu Xiaoling paused for a while, then let out a meaningless "ah".

Then he laughed "haha" twice, and asked the disciple next to him to rub the goose bumps on his hands.

What she thought many years ago was that Fang Yuan must not let Fang Yuan cheat on her precious disciple,? Who would have thought that the cabbage would turn out to be a bigger pig if it peeled off its skin.

Looking at it this way, the little pig Fang Yuan looked pitiful.

Perhaps it was because the teacher's prestige was still there, or maybe it was because Xiao Qing knew that Fang Yuan was present, Xiao Qing would not attack the Qingfeng Sword Sect, Qu Xiaoling's eyes could be said to be stern and swept across the man in purple clothes, focusing on his grip Take Fang Yuan's hand.

As long as the eyes are not blind, it is not difficult to see the affection flowing between the two, as well as Fang Yuan's breath that is so full that it is about to overflow.

It was the person next to him.

Taoist cultivators pay attention to purity of mind and few desires, and dual cultivation is also for cultivation, and they will use each other's breath on the way, which is rarely exposed, unless...they don't use exercises at all.

Qu Xiaoling knew something in her heart, and sighed: "Forget it, follow me to Qingxia Peak first."

Daoist Fan Yu is Fang Yuan's master and also the former head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. In terms of emotion and reason, they should all go to offer a stick of incense.

Together with the heads of previous dynasties, Fan Yu's tablet is on the top of Qingxia Peak, and Fang Yuan burns incense as a disciple, and his heart is at peace.

But amidst the smog, he suddenly remembered the shadow he saw before entering the bodhi mirror.

Is that something he imagined, or does it really exist?

No one knows.

After the incense was burnt, it was the reception banquet. As expected of the old Xiu who was used to the wind and rain, Qu Xiaoling kept her face calm and could not see any joy or anger. She asked them some things in detail, and her words were quite gentle.

Fang Yuan also relaxed and chatted with her slowly.

The lights and candles are bright, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect is obviously more imposing. A reception banquet is equivalent to when the headmaster celebrated his and Mu Qiwu's breakthrough into the teacher realm a hundred years ago, the faces of the surrounding disciples were completely unfamiliar, and they looked at him curiously and timidly. them.

Fang Yuan smiled slightly at them.

"Elder Qu, where are Junior Sister Li Xiao and the others now?"

Qu Xiaoling drank a glass of spiritual wine, and said calmly: "Li Xiao sat down decades ago, the memorial tablet was placed on Zixia Peak, and Bai Yiyi traveled to the Middle Earth. There is no news so far, but the disciple's nameplate is still on."

"The disciples who were close to you back then have almost all turned into loess."

Fang Yuan's eyes moved slightly: "Really."

He touched the rim of the cup, and his face was reflected in the cup.

He is not quite like before, more like him, not like the original owner.

Whether it is long or short, a hundred years is no more than a snap of the fingers for a big monk, but it is a wall that cannot be overcome for a small repairer.

There is no end to up and down, and no limit to left and right.

……

……

The three of them will stay in the Qingfeng Sword Sect for a long time, and stay at Fang Yuan's former bamboo building at night.

Because the head of the sect ordered before his death to leave this sea of ​​bamboo to Fang Yuan, so this place is as usual, no one else comes in.

Mo Xiaofan found a pot he was familiar with, took a cloth bag and went to the bamboo forest to dig a lot of bamboo shoots, cooked for several days, and cooked fresh and tender bamboo shoot soup for them.

The child is very sensible, Fang Yuan is very pleased, and happily ordered three meats and two vegetables. Mo Xiaofan's craftsmanship is the best of Xiao Qing's true story. When he was on the expedition before, Qingyao, a gluttonous bird, was coveted. hovering.

Speaking of which, she hadn't appeared for a long time. After Xiao Qing's explanation, Fang Yuan found out about Mo Xiaofan's love debt.

A bird, a fox, and a vicious dog at the same time.

In Fang Yuan's mind, they naturally have no distinction between high and low, they just think of species, which is a bit funny.

It is said that when he and Xiao Qing got married, the two girls both came to Beizhou, shy and shy, wanted to visit him, but Xiao Qing stopped them.

Even Mo Xiaofan couldn't get in for the honeymoon.

After staying for a few days, Mo Xiaofan found a bell ball that he used to play with when he was young, but he didn't take it away because it got stuck under the bed.

Fang Yuan washed the ball with a dust-cleaning formula, and played with him in the small yard for a while.

Such a big dog, it is very happy to hold a small ball.

The light of late autumn falls on the courtyard, there is no sound, the dust is flying, only the small ball is jingling and jingling, hitting the side of the bamboo chair, distorting Xiao Qing's pile of calligraphy and painting.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and he looked deeply at Mo Xiaofan who was baring his teeth at him.

"Bold."

So Mo Xiaofan was picked up by the tail and cleaned up.

"Aw—" the vicious dog roared, then landed on its four paws, with a bald patch of hair on it, and quickly hid behind Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan rubbed him well and kissed him big.

Five days later, it was a make-up wedding banquet.

This time the wedding banquet did not invite too many people, only in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, Fang Yuan and Xiao Qing wore the usual red wedding dresses and gave many gifts to the disciples.

Although the old man has left, but in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, it can be regarded as a gathering together.

In the warm autumn, among the blooming chrysanthemums and grasses, Fang Yuan and Xiao Qing held the incense, and made a disciple salute to Qu Xiaoling.

Qu Xiaoling's eyes were rare and gentle: "Get up." After a pause, she said: "Thank you for supporting the Qingfeng Sword Sect all these years. These disciples have grown up to the present day thanks to your reputation."

As the sect goes up one level, the competition will only become more and more fierce. The Shangqing Xianzong is far away in the middle land, and cannot block all the open and dark arrows for them.

Especially the Qingfeng Sword Sect, whose own strength is not enough and relies on genius disciples to rise to the top, is even more targeted.

Qu Xiaoling gave Fang Yuan and Xiao Qing a red thread, which she wove by herself, and placed it in front of the head tablet to enshrine for a long time, and she also gained a lot of aura.

Originally, she wanted Fang Yuan and "Mu Qiwu" to split the red thread into two and put it on for the sweetheart, but now that they are a couple, the extra one is given to Mo Xiaofan.

Like other great monks, Qu Xiaoling also had a faint premonition.

These two people should not stay in this world for a long time. Since they left, they will never come back, so they should bring something meaningful.

Perhaps thousands or ten thousand years later, when Qingxia Peak fell and the Bamboo Sea dried up, these two red threads carrying their blessings and the friendship between teachers and teachers were still there, and the Qingfeng Sword Sect would exist forever.

Qu Xiaoling propped her forehead, looked at the lively scene below, and slowly smiled.

After the wedding banquet, Fang Yuan finished his bath and stood by the window to watch the moon.

Before Xiao Qing came out, he closed his eyes and listened to the rustling movement of the bamboo sea, his heart was at peace for a moment.

But suddenly, someone put a light coat on him from behind, his bare hands were slender, and his breath was blue.

Let his heart skip a beat.

Fang Yuan turned his head and saw a beautiful woman, dressed as a young woman, with her long hair rolled up, revealing her slender and fair neck.

She was wearing a water-red wedding dress, the emeralds around her ears were clear and transparent, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and smiling, and she had a cool color.

Unlimited elegance, familiar face.

But Xiao Qing's figure has matured a lot after all, even if her bones have shrunk, she is still "bigger" than the previous Mu Qiwu, just like the girls in the past who grew up and got married.

So the mask on his face was also adjusted accordingly, becoming bright and attractive. Qiu Shui cut his pupils and hugged him gently from behind.

The little bird depends on the person.

Fang Yuan's cheeks turned red suddenly, and he dodged a little: "Don't do this, I'm scared."

"Mu Qiwu" giggled, with a gentle look on his face, and a woman's hoarse voice: "Brother, I miss you."

Fang Yuan was looking elsewhere, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but look at her.

"She" was still looking at him, brushing away his messy forehead hair.

"Eldest brother, tonight is our wedding night, don't you want to." Mu Qiwu lowered his head and kissed him gently.Fang Yuan was a little dazed and let her kiss him.

Since the day when Xiao Qing lifted the veil in the cruelest way, Fang Yuan has not deliberately thought of Mu Qiwu for a long time.

The old dream of his youth, although beautiful, was like a joke.

Slowly, Mu Qiwu, like the Qingfeng Sword Sect, hid in the corner of his memory, covered with dust.

After being silent for a while, Fang Yuan turned around, hugged her, and said softly, "Senior brother misses you too."

The bright moon rose to the tip of the tree, and the clear moon tide passed through the window sill and shone on the two wooden combs that were next to each other.

The last knot in Fang Yuan's heart suddenly dissipated, and tears could not help but flow down Mu Qiwu's neck.

But the bride didn't laugh at him, she gently put on the bridegroom the big red flower that appeared in his dream, beaming and funny.

Then she picked him up and carried him to the bed.

The two looked at each other, "Mu Qiwu" smiled slowly, pulled away the skirt belt, bit it in his mouth, then stretched out his hand, and untied the bed curtain casually.

"Her" long hair fell down and fell on him.

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