Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Even Fang Yanchu never thought that he could wake up in such a situation:

Lu Jingqiao chased and killed a black panther running around with a sword in his hand, with an earthly wooden pen dipped in ink in its mouth; Zhiqing and a yellow sparrow exchanged glances; A soul was dying; the little black cat in their house vomited faintly, cursing Ji Qianshan for not being human while vomiting.

What about Ji Qianshan?

Ji Qianshan was boiling a cup of milk tea. Thick fresh milk and mellow tea leaves were mixed on a small fire and boiled carefully until the whole room was filled with the fragrance of milk and tea.The fragrance is like a beauty who can breathe, and it is swallowed and exhaled between breaths, like waves layer upon layer, layer upon layer, stacked thickly and full.

"Qianshan..." Fang Yanchu said softly.

"Master!" Ji Qianshan threw down the spoon stirring the milk tea all at once, and with a "ding dong", the handle of the spoon touched the edge of the pot.He rushed up to support Fang Yanchu's body, pressed against his forehead, and looked deeply into Fang Yanchu's eyes, "Master, how do you feel?"

"Yeah." Fang Yanchu smiled, although his face was still pale and weak, but there was a gentle light in his eyes, "Thank you for your hard work."

He paused, the scent of tea was all over his body, and his jade-like skin was covered under the black cloak. The strange lines on the skin flashed, and then slowly assembled into a swimming dragon. Beads are coiled by his side.With Ji Qianshan's familiar look in his eyes: "—I'm back, long time no see."

"..." As if he was too shocked, Ji Qianshan shrank his pupils and stood up subconsciously, holding the hem of his trousers tightly with both hands, like a nervous little sparrow, he asked in disbelief, "Master, is it you?" ?"

"It's only 1000 years," he smiled. "Don't you know Master?"

Ji Qianshan looked at Fang Yanchu blankly, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and his eyes gradually focused on him before he felt the truth.He pinched Fang Yanchu's cloak, he pinched it so hard that the material almost wrinkled.He wanted to hug Fang Yanchu, but he couldn't muster up the courage to reach out, as if a piece of hard ice had been stuffed in his throat, he opened his mouth a few times but couldn't utter a word.

At that moment, the Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map seemed to envelop him, making his numerous voices into silence, and Lingyun Temple became a corner of his distant memory.

"More, more than 1000 years..." He held Fang Yanchu's shoulder and cried loudly, "Master, more than 1000 years..."

More than one 1000 years.

Ji Qianshan closed his eyes, and the hot liquid ran across his cheeks.He lowered his head, hugged Fang Yanchu with all his strength, and kissed tremblingly on his cloak.

Bearing the fate of Fang Yanchu's death on his back, he kept re-opening the world line with his own life.

He kept breaking into this world like a mortal playing a game, and kept chasing the footsteps of Fang Yanchu's demise. It has been the thousandth, 210th, eighth, 1000th year when he faced this situation alone.

"I thought I would have to wait a long, long time..."

Ji Qianshan suppressed his voice, he was almost numb in the 210 eight cycles of reincarnation.Routinely reborn from the sea of ​​blood, looking for various ways to get close to Fang Yanchu, dying in an unknown place and reborn in the sea of ​​blood.He almost thought: what good is there in this world?Why am I still here?

But every time he thinks of the ending of Fang Yanchu's inevitable death, he will feel heartbroken, and can't help but pull the world line back to the original point again.

He couldn't explain why, love rarely belonged to language, it grew in Ji Qianshan's heart.It grew in the tens of thousands of years that Ji Qianshan would never forget, in every smile Fang Yanchu threw at him, and it grew in the corners of this world like luxuriant weeds.

Fang Yanchu never asked him to wait for anything, only this, but he didn't come after waiting for so long.

"I won't wait any longer." Ji Qianshan patted Fang Yanchu's back, and waved to Huang Yinger who was on the beam with his other hand: "Huang Yinger, come here.—Forget about Xiaolu and Zhou, Just call it Little Deer."

"Chirp—"

The oriole gave a happy cry, and there was no lack of childishness in the voice.Huang Yinger's IQ is not high, but her intuition is very strong.She seemed to have turned herself into the oriole from 1000 years ago, and she still accompanied Fang Yanchu and Qianshan with her immature voice.

"Master, Master," Ji Qianshan changed from crying to sobbing, and grabbed Fang Yanchu's hand and urged, "Don't let that leopard in."

"Okay." Ji Qianshan agreed, and just about to tell Huang Yinger, Huang Yinger rushed out like a cloud-piercing arrow.Huang Ying'er was condescending, and had seen Ji Qianshan stop crying in the middle of the journey, her eyes were rolling around, and she knew that she was not thinking of anything good, so she didn't even listen, and flew out directly.Anyway, Master Saint is the easiest to please, and taking care of Master Saint is equivalent to taking care of Ji Qianshan.

After a while, Lu Jingqiao rushed over from the outside, grabbed Fang Yanchu's hand and knelt down with a "plop", kowtowed, and complained while kowtow: "Little uncle, you are awake!!! You are not I know, you scared the disciples to death!"

What apprentice?Fang Yanchu is just such a genuine apprentice here, didn't you notice?

Although Lu Jingqiao worshiped Xuantian Jun as his master in name for the past 1000 years, Xuantian Jun had passed away 1 years earlier. His magic skills and skills were all taught by Fang Yanchu, and he had long regarded Fang Yanchu as his real master in his heart. Master looked at it.Blunting "Tuter" actually didn't think much about it, and didn't want to correct it at all.

Until he got kicked by Ji Qianshan, looking at Ji Qianshan's fierce eyes, and howling without tears, Lu Jingqiao decided that a good man would not suffer the immediate loss, and turned himself over with the next sentence.

"Uncle Master!" Lu Jingqiao would not cry like Ji Qianshan in a real way, nor would he shed tears secretly, so he could only crawl at Fang Yanchu's feet and point to the black panther outside to complain, "I saw it when I came in that day. There is blood all over the ground, that black panther is right beside you, he must be the murderer who hurt you."

Before the accused Black Panther could speak, Ji Qianshan turned around and said sharply, "You are talking nonsense!"

"I didn't!" Lu Jingqiao insisted, he knows the current affairs, but he will not back down when it comes to the personal safety of the little uncle, "If you don't believe me, call that black panther over, now there is blood on his paws Well, there is also blood on the teeth."

"..." Ji Qianshan gritted his teeth, turned to look at Fang Yanchu again, his pitiful eyes filled with tears, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I guarantee that the leopard will not hurt you, but I also don't want you to summon that black panther. Master~"

It's useless to act like a baby, the black panther has already followed Lu Jingqiao in.This black panther was born extremely beautiful, without any variegation under the sun, and the light reflected on the streamlined body, showing almost colorful colors.The long tail dragged slowly behind it, and the soft paw pads fell on the ground without a sound.The black panther leaned forward, rubbed its head against Fang Yanchu's hand, and said softly: "Meow~"

Meow?

Meow? ? ?

Ji Qianshan's eyes widened, and he looked at the black panther in disbelief.It's fine if others don't know, but Ji Qianshan knows it all in his heart.This black panther is the same as the little black cat in their Lingyun Palace, it is formed by the condensation of evil spirit, and his own inner demon possesses it.

He can talk! ! !

And even if the black panther has not yet melted and can't speak now, it can't be called "meow"!Otherwise, what is the difference between a black panther and a black cat?

As if he didn't see Ji Qianshan, the black panther elegantly stretched out his front paw to rest on Fang Yanchu's knee, stretched his neck and rubbed Fang Yanchu's hand with the hair on the side of his neck, and continued to "meow" without restraint while rubbing Meow meow".

Ji Qianshan understood almost instantly that the problem was not with the panther, but with the soul possessed by the panther.

That was his demon.

Acting coquettishly and being cute is Ji Qianshan's strong point, so he can easily handle his inner demons, not to mention, why did his inner demons arise?In one thousand 210 eight reincarnations, he can see his inner demon every time, and it is always the same as it was 1000 years ago.

The demon in the mirror was covered in blood, leaning against the mirror, covering his chest and laughing bleakly, there was a trace of mockery in the smile.He is the demon, and the demon is him. The demon laughing at him is also laughing at himself. The demon asked Ji Qianshan: "Do you also think that you are ugly a thousand years ago?"

How ugly is it?

Isn't it just sealing the saint's memory, so that the catastrophe comes?Wan Jian pierced his heart, and countless swords turned into human figures and rushed to devour and bite his body, while You Longjian, as the ancestor of Wan Jian, was always sleeping beside the unconscious Fang Yanchu.

Fang Yanchu didn't hurt him because of the calling of heaven, but he didn't stand up to protect him either.Ji Qianshan, who pierced his heart with thousands of swords, stood in front of the unconscious Fang Yanchu, fearing that the blood he vomited would stain his body, so he coughed the blood up beside him repeatedly, not daring to shed tears easily.

He clearly realized that after today, there would be no more Ji Qianshan's master Fang Yanchu, and there would be only Long Youjun in the world.

He will spend endless 1000 years in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, condensing his soul and body from the sea of ​​blood, and then crawling out of the sea of ​​blood to find what he personally sealed here 1000 years ago.

How can you easily give it up to others?

Ji Qianshan rolled his eyes, and skillfully shook Fang Yanchu's hand, avoiding the approach from the black panther.Putting on a friendly smile, he stretched out his arms to embrace the black panther: "Master, this black panther is quite close to you." Gently stroking the leopard's ears, his smile gradually deepened, and he said, "Look at this black panther. Can't even speak, that's what happens to creatures without intelligence, it's not as good as a little black cat with psychic abilities."

Feeling the tightness of the leopard's muscles under his hand, he subconsciously exerted force on his hand, and whispered to the black panther's ear: "Don't you like to pretend? Let you pretend enough."

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Ji trembled: hum, compare green tea with me.