Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

"Undress?" Yan Qing was stunned, blinked in confusion, and asked after thinking of something: "Yao Yao, why did Jie Ying take off her clothes?"

Xie Shiyi seldom explained things to others, he spoke slowly, lowered his eyes and poured some spiritual power into the cold pool, and said coldly: "Yingying is the process of monks condensing spiritual energy into the 'self'. You have reached the transformation of the gods before. For a while, the 'self' has long been fixed, and to reshape the Nascent Soul needs to be broken first and then established. The process of breaking the 'self' is very painful."

Yan Qing was quite curious: "It hurts? How much pain?"

Xie Shiyi glanced at him lightly: "It's the pain you can't bear."

This made Yan Qing laugh, and he gritted his teeth: "I can't bear it? Give me an example?" He walked through Wanguku and Shifang City in his previous life, so no one dared to say that in front of him!

Xie Shiyi joked, "Probably fell off the roof [-] times."

"..."

Yan Qing swallowed the sarcasm full of sarcasm.

Xie Shiyi used this as a metaphor, and he was speechless for a moment, unable to find words to refute.

When they first met, they probably had a bad impression of each other—he thought Xie Shiyi was just a withdrawn, indifferent, desperate lunatic.Xie Shiyi felt that he was just a waste who was afraid of suffering and pain, and had a quick temper.

That summer night when the previous suspicions were resolved, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, pulled away from the memory, and said helplessly: "Okay." He raised his hand, and the sleeves fell to reveal his thin white wrist.The moment the fingers slowly removed the crown, the hair was also scattered with black hair.A strand of black hair fell to his collarbone, and Yan Qing's skin was cold and delicate.The shallow depression is like a silent invitation, and the spring scenery is slightly rippling.

Although he knew that Xie Shiyi couldn't read, Yan Qing still murmured something when he put his fingers on the belt.

"Avoid suspicion, Immortal Venerable."

Xie Shiyi was at the back, letting out a very low and cold sneer.

Yan Qing lifted her black hair, rolled her eyes, and could imagine Xie Shiyi's expression without turning her head.

He took off his outer shirt, unbuttoned his inner garment, and stepped into the cold pool very naturally.

Although the pond in the plum forest of Yuqing Peak is called Hanchi, it is not cold at all.The water was milky white, and Yan Qing's black hair and red silk floated on it. He stirred the cold pool with his hands, and suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smile, "Yaoyao, did you come here often before?"

Xie Shiyi refused to answer this question, and said coldly: "Conceive the baby, I will watch by the side."

Yan Qing: "Oh."

He leaned his back against the edge of the pool, closed his eyes, and played with a piece of grass that he tore off casually, folding it one by one.For Yan Qing, the process of conceiving a baby was so simple that he didn't even bother to concentrate.

Xie Shiyi's cold snort full of sarcasm filled his mind.

The more Yan Qing thought about it, the angrier he became, and he ruthlessly folded the grass in his hand, thinking, why didn't he bully Xie Shiyi so well back then!

The warm pool water wraps every part of the skin, and when the spiritual power in the dantian condenses, it also generates heat.Yan Qing found some feeling, injected her spiritual consciousness, and began to conceive seriously.

The plum blossoms were like blood, falling on his hair and shoulders, and then fell into the pool, as light as a kiss.

Xie Shiyi stood quietly behind him.

Yan Qing suddenly thought.

In fact, this scene is very interesting, the role change is their reunion in Shifang City in their previous life.

Yan Qing is a legend in Shifang City.

The young city lord of Shifang City is famous for his cruelty, his appearance, his uncertain weather, and his hidden sword in his smile.Even because Yan Qing's hobbies are too weird and his words are too sinister, Shifang City, a city of villains, basically no one cares about the good-looking face of this "beautiful legend".Mentioning his name is all outrageous.

As the name suggests, the red lotus pavilion is full of red lotus.

The pavilion is built above the lotus pond, the carved beams and painted buildings are all red, the corridor has nine bends and ten bends, and the white and crystal skulls are hung, lighting the blue lights all the way.

The day of the court festival in the hundred cities of the Demon Realm.

Yan Qing bit her fan, and she bundled her hair up as she walked outside. There were a pair of graceful men and women kneeling beside the corridor.

The old eunuch next to him had the face of going to the grave for ten years, holding a dust whisk, and his face was wrinkled.The old eunuch was followed by a group of young eunuchs, all of whom were servants arranged by Huai Mingzi "with good intentions".

The old eunuch squeezed his throat and said sharply: "Young City Master, your seven souls and six souls are unstable. According to this old slave, double cultivation is the fastest way to fix your soul. These people are selected by the old slave from various places in Shifang City. All the people who come up are good-looking, good-looking, and good-looking people. Take a look, are you satisfied?"

Yan Qing casually pinned a strand of black hair behind her ear, and took down the folding fan from her mouth.The red robe brushed across the corridor made of wooden boards, and finally stopped slightly, and his eyes fell on a young man in white.

Sensing his gaze, the young man straightened his kneeling posture, raised his head slowly, and smiled at him.

"Young City Master." A cowardly and sweet voice.Pure and lovely face.Petite, not full of a grip body.

The plain white is even more pitiful.

Yan Qing blinked, and asked curiously, "Because you're coming to see me soon, so you put on sackcloth and mourning for yourself in advance?"

juvenile:"……"

The old eunuch: "..." He began to rub the whisk.

Yan Qing continued to walk forward. This time, she was a charming girl with heavy make-up, her clothes were half-covered, and she was full of affection. She seemed to be brewing emotions and smiled at him.

Yan Qing took a deep breath first, pointed at her with a fan to stop in advance, and tried to persuade her: "Don't laugh, girl, you must not laugh. Do you know what the corridor of my red lotus pavilion is made of? Red sandalwood Wood, a piece of gold. The makeup on your face will fall off when you smile, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to wipe it off."

girl:"……"

The old eunuch Fuchen rubbed harder.

Yan Qing walking through the red lotus pavilion is really the same as the emperor and the concubine.He is also a very fussy, bitter, and difficult emperor.

"Look at this aunt crying. Seventh eunuch, you can't just rob people's daughters. What if there is a three-year-old child in the family. You really lack virtue."

The girl pretending to be weeping: "..."

A young man played hard to get in front of him, and when he saw him, he cried and clamored to jump into the pool, swearing to the death, with a pure and steadfast face: "Let me go back! I won't obey you!"

Seeing this, Yan Qing looked back at the old eunuch.The old eunuch held his head high, as if it was none of my business.

Yan Qing curled his lips slightly, and said meaningfully: "Eunuch Qi, how can you say that people are so magical and contradictory, that they can think too much when they have no brains at the same time."

"..." The old eunuch frowned again when he was accusing Sang and scolding Huai.

Yan Qing was still restless when he arrived at the door.A black toad jumped from the lotus pond to his feet and croaked twice.Following his "emperor's choice of concubine", the group of people who had been tortured all the way held their breath and concentrated in an instant.

Yan Qing lowered his head, stared at the toad thoughtfully for a few seconds, then opened the folding fan, covered his face with a smile, and twisted his peachy eyes: "I said Qi Gonggong, you are too polite, why don't you give it to me?" Come to me."

The seventh father-in-law...

Eunuch Qi was so angry that his eyes turned white and he fainted!

But fortunately, he can stay by Yan Qing's side for so many years, so he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He quickly swallowed his heart's blood, followed behind with a whisk, his eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake, and he said softly: "The old slave is just curious. The old ones, the pure ones, the old ones, the young ones, males and females. These old slaves have found thousands of types. The young master is not satisfied. In the whole world, who can fall into the eyes of the young master? Woolen cloth?"

Yan Qing was dressed in red, with black hair and snow skin, which made him look flirtatious, and corrected him, "Eunuch Qi's words are a sign of appearance. Are rare beauties in this world? Rare ones are fate!"

Seventh Eunuch dared to be angry and dare not speak: "Fate? This old slave would like to hear the details."

Yan Qing lazily argued with him: "The matter of marriage is arranged by the heavens. Then, the fate naturally has to come from the sky."

"My predestined person should walk the path I walked, and be arranged by God."

"Here, she should have been born in the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Cave—a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, a barrier of green mist, walking towards me on bones."

Seventh Eunuch: "..." Come and take your life!

The Demon Realm is located in the third layer of the Nine Heavens, filled with dark and ghostly energy.The Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave is the tomb of the wicked for thousands of years, and whoever can come out of it alive is an idle generation.

Shifang City is the main city of Demon Realm.The so-called Baicheng Dynasty Festival is just a process for a group of people who have no rules to kill and establish power.

When Yan Qing was walking on the street, the crowd dispersed like a tide.Thanks to the old eunuch next to him, when the entire Shifang City heard that he was going to travel, everyone painted their faces red, white and white, and dressed in red, green, and green, for fear that their "excellent beauty" would be raped by licentious people. The young city lord took a fancy to it, and then took him back to the red lotus pavilion.

"See Young City Lord."

"See Young City Lord."

The crowd knelt all the way along the street.

Whether it is a burly man or an old man, they are all dressed in "colorful" and "colorful".

Yan Qing took a deep breath, passed among thousands of flowers, covered her eyes with a folding fan, and couldn't bear to look directly.

The gates of Shifang City are not easily opened, and this day is also the case.The city lords of the rest of the city stood at the gate, hiding in the black fog that had been shrouded in the Demon Realm all year round, with gloomy expressions, all waiting for Yan Qing to climb up the gate and pour wine on the ground.

It is said that the wine was poured on the ground, but the wine glass is actually filled with blood, which was the brains and blood of the city lord of the black city who trespassed on Shifang City last time.

That man's head is still hanging in front of the gate of Shifang City.It is deterrence and intimidation.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time."

Yan Qing said everything with a smile, lazy and gentle.

But when this figure appeared at the top of the city, everyone below still held their breath, restrained their eyes, and remained silent.

Yan Qing's pale hands rested on the wall, and the soul silk hanging from his wrist.Zhinu silk is an ancient artifact, dazzlingly gorgeous, elegant and magnificent.But everyone under the city gate knows how terrifying it is when it pierces people's eyes into the sea of ​​consciousness and cuts apart the soul.

Yan Qing looked down thoughtfully, and then asked, "Why does it seem that there are fewer people, huh? The Lord of Chicheng didn't come?"

The old eunuch said quietly beside him: "Return to the young city lord, the Chicheng city lord went to Wangui Cave a few days ago."

Yan Qing smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "It's strange that he actually went to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. I thought he was going to Shifang City to take revenge."

The old eunuch smiled subtly: "No, the young city lord was joking."

Yan Qing said: "Where are the wine glasses?" The old eunuch clapped his hands and ordered three glasses of wine filled with blood to be brought up.

The cup is made of jasper lamp, the wall of the cup is transparent, the liquid in the cup is wobbly, and a slight evil light seeps out.

Yan Qing is used to finding people unhappy, so he lazily said: "Why is there a lot of blood loss. Seventh eunuch, you didn't sneak a drink while I wasn't prepared."

Eunuch Qi hehe said: "Where did the old slave have the courage? The Young City Lord remembered it wrong." He hated him to death: If you were unprepared, you would have died thousands of times already.

Yan Qing picked up the first glass of wine, took a step forward and stood on top of the wall, and smiled.Rolling up his sleeves, he poured the cups of blood from the city.

The blood formed a long line, dripping intermittently on the ground.

Yan Qing said with a smile: "The city lord is in retreat, and I will preside over this court sacrifice."

"If you ask me, it's strange that the lord of the Black City died. There are so many ways to visit Shifang City, why do you choose such an extreme one? Others don't know about this, and they think we are such an inhospitable city."

The city lords below the city: "..."

After Yan Qing finished speaking, he said slowly: "It's a pity to hear that the Lord of Chicheng and the Lord of Heicheng are brothers."

His tone was very light, the ending sound scattered like light smoke, and he smiled slightly.

"The last journey of the brothers seeing each other off, unexpectedly failed to catch up."

After the second glass of wine was poured, he lightly released his fingers, and the jasper cup fell to the ground in an instant, smashing into pieces with a "bang".

"Yan Qing!"

This shattering sound was accompanied by a suppressed and desperate roar.

The barrier fog whistled, and the evil spirits screamed.As the main city of Shifang City, the most critical geographical location is that it is opposite to Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave——

There is no sun in the Demon Realm, and the daytime is blue, with dark clouds and chaos.Yan Qing seemed to have never heard of it, and calmly picked up the third jasper cup. The red clothes were like blood, and the wrists were like frost, the only beauty in the world.

"Yanqing!" The voice came from the city lord of the Demon Realm Chicheng, full of hatred and fear, but now there was a little more trembling, and everyone even heard a hint of despair asking for help.

Yan Qing was also stunned.With eyes that were always smiling but actually extremely cold, he quietly looked over from the top of the city tower.

The Demon Realm is perennially gloomy, shrouded in fog, shrouded in barriers, shrouded in an inseparable night.The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts is the source of evil. Yan Qing walked out of it and knew what it looked like inside. It was a mountain of white bones, a river of stinking blood, and black flowers blooming everywhere that fed on human flesh.Now, he was standing on the wall of Shifang City, watching someone crawl out from there.

The Lord of Chicheng had one hand broken, and his hair was disheveled, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing after him.He prostrated himself on the ground and moved tremblingly, blood trailing all the way under his body. "Yanqing—!" He raised his head, his voice hoarse, but there was a light in his eyes asking for help.

But this last roar ended in a hand as cold as ice jade.

A pale, slender hand stretched out from the black mist, pinching his neck involuntarily.

Suddenly, the last light in Chicheng City Lord's eyes faded, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he fell slowly to the ground.

Everyone inside and outside Shifang City was stunned, and Yan Qing didn't speak.

All eyes were on the person who walked out of the cave of ten thousand ghosts.

Everything in the Demon Realm is related to blood and darkness, but that person has nothing to do with it at first glance.

Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, and he walked forward, stepping over the body of the city lord of Chicheng, stepping over the bones everywhere, the snow clothes were still cold and flawless.Her black hair is like a waterfall, her figure is tall and elegant, like a bamboo in snow.Walking in hell is also like walking in a garden.

From the moment he strangled the city lord of Chicheng, everyone could feel the coercion of his cultivation—the peak of the transformation stage.

Looking at the entire Demon Realm... Only Yan Qing and Huai Mingzi are qualified to fight.

The old eunuch turned pale with fright: "Young City Lord! This person is not kind! Shall we inform the City Lord?"

Yan Qing played with the wine cup in his hand, looked down, his expression was in the shadow of the city wall.He said, "No."

The old eunuch: "What? Young City Lord! Where are you going—"

The city lords from all sides were shocked and cursed angrily.

"Who are you?!"

"Whoever trespasses on the city of ten directions will be killed without mercy!"

However, the moment the gate of Shifang City opened, everyone was stunned.

"The gates of the ten directions city are open?"

"Young City Lord!"

"Yanqing..."

There were still broken cups and dripping blood on the ground, and the two dark city gates slowly opened, and in the changing light and shadow, Yan Qing's figure appeared at the end.He seldom goes out of the city gate, either knocking skulls on the red lotus pavilion to play, or killing people with soul threads on the city wall, his red clothes curled up like ghosts.

The only time I stood at the gate of Shifang City was to welcome uninvited guests.

The old eunuch ran down in a hurry, startled and annoyed, and said sharply, "Young City Master! What are you doing opening the city gate!" No one knew what the killing god in snow clothes was doing.Now that Huai Mingzi is in seclusion, with that person's cultivation at the peak of his transformation stage, if he really wants to die, none of them will be able to please him.He hated it in his heart and at the same time thought darkly, it would be best for Yan Qing to fight this person, and both sides would suffer, and let him reap the benefits of the fisherman.

In fact, many people think like him.They saw Yan Qing coming out, but none of them followed.Many people were awed by Yan Qing's cultivation and coveted his identity.Yan Qing is willing to be the first bird, and they are happy to see it succeed.

Yan Qing was actually tense during that time.

The city lord of Heicheng suddenly backstabbed, like the beginning of everything. The old man Huai Mingzi became more and more wary of him, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Surrounded by an old eunuch with ulterior motives, the red lotus pavilion is full of so-called beauties who seem to be in various poses but are actually full of murderous intent.

With a playful and playful attitude, he looked at everyone indifferently.But today, all the smiles on his face disappeared.

Yan Qing's robe was swept to the ground, and the red thread on her wrist was wrapped around her fingers.

The wind blows the wilderness, and the caves of ghosts are full of desolate bones.

Xie Shiyi Bugui's sword was still dripping with blood, he walked out of the chaos and darkness, his white clothes were clear, when he raised his eyes, it was like snow falling into a lake.

By coincidence, Yan Qing thought in his mind: I really don't know how Wangqingzong, a famous family in Shangzhongtian, raised him with such a murderous body.

Everyone was waiting for Yan Qing to make a move.Or wait for the unexpected guest to strike first.But the two slowly approached, and neither of them spoke.

In front of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave, there are many bones, just like the night when the land of gods fell apart.

An encounter without warning.

Separation without farewell.

So much so that when they meet again, it seems that they don't know their identity.

Yan Qing was drinking three glasses of wine at the top of the city, and when he saw Xie Shiyi, his thoughts wandered, and he thought of a long time ago.Xie Shiyi doesn't like drinking, and hates Lihua Niang the most.Yan Qing originally had no interest in wine, but because of this, he forcibly regarded pear blossom brewing as his life pursuit - anyway, Xie Shiyi was happy when he was deflated.

At the end-of-class banquet at the Ascension Pavilion, fellow students gathered to exchange cups and cups. Xie Shiyi, as the number one in the Pavilion, was forced to accept many toasts with the "help" of Yan Qing.At the end of the drink, he ran back to the room with a cold face, and sat in front of the window with a blank expression to calm down.Yan Qing suppressed a smile: "No, it won't work." Xie Shiyi couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you sick?" Yan Qing said triumphantly: "I'm sorry, I can't pour a thousand cups, so I thought you were too." Thank you Shiyi pursed her lips, too lazy to talk to him.

The people outside were drunk and crazy, began to cry about parting, and began to howl about their ambitions.The bell on the eaves rang softly, and Yan Qing blinked curiously and said, "Xie Shiyi, have you thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?" , sneered: "People who are strangers to you."

Yan Qing was not angry either, and applauded him: "Okay, the hero sees the same thing." He intentionally angered him: "Yaoyao, I recently learned a new spell, and I must show you it. Otherwise, in the future If you are a stranger, you will have no chance."

Xie Shiyi's already cold face became even colder when he heard the word "Yaoyao".

Yan Qing deliberately said: "Yaoyao, close your eyes."

"Yaoyao, I can control some wind now."

He yelled at each other with a bad taste, making Xie Shiyi's face, which had been a little rosy from the alcohol, return to a cold white color.The confusion in his eyes dissipated, revealing the look of looking at a fool.

Not wanting to talk to him, he just crawled on the table and closed his eyes to sleep.How could Yan Qing let him get what he wanted, she just stretched out her hand, manipulated the wind outside, and touched his face to prevent him from falling asleep.

"Don't sleep! Yaoyao!"

"Thank you Shiyi!"

Yan Qing actually wanted to manipulate the wind to open his eyes.But at the beginning, Yuqi always had accidents, so the wind accidentally pulled the apricot blossoms outside, and the leaves, petals, and water drops smashed Xie Shiyi's face in an instant.

Xie Shiyi: "..."

Yan Qing: "..."

Before he lost his temper, Yan Qing apologized in a good manner: "I'm sorry! Xie Shiyi! I'll clean it up for you right now, and you go back to sleep!" God knows if this lunatic will harm himself to make him suffer!

Xie Shiyi took a deep and shallow breath, chose to close his eyes and ignore him, and his thin lips were drawn into a line.So the bitter Yan Qing could only manipulate the wind to remove the petals and leaves from his face.He didn't dare to make any more mistakes, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate on cleaning the dew on his eyelashes and the flowers on his eyebrows.One stroke at a time, in the end it was as if borrowing the wind to draw his eyebrows and straighten his temples.

When fingers touch lips.Xie Shiyi suddenly opened his eyes, as if drunk, his eyes were burning, his face was red, he gritted his teeth and said, "Have you played enough?"

In fact, Yan Qing subconsciously wanted to say "it seems not yet".But it's not good for either of them to completely piss each other off.Therefore, Yan Qing, as a lonely ghost in another world, could only say: "Enough is enough." But he was upset, and he wanted to say: "Good night Yaoyao."

Yaoyao: "..."

Yaoyao sulked and couldn't sleep all night.

"Young City Lord, be careful!"

When the Bugui sword was dispatched.

Xie Shiyi's wide sleeves were rolled up, and when he raised his eyes, his dark eyes seemed to be full of flying snow, and he looked at Yan Qing as if he was a complete stranger.

When Yan Qing was rarely distracted, he quietly looked up at the sword intent and stood still.

For a moment in Shifang City, everyone was happy and everyone was worried——

Xi Yanqing is dead.

You Yanqing is dead.

Xi's strength is unfathomable, even Yan Qing can be killed by the sword.

You worry that this man's strength is unfathomable, even Yan Qing can be killed by the sword.

Xie Shiyi's cultivation is the ruthless way, cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, so the sword intent is also extremely cold.When it brushed against the ear, it was like a long, lonely wind nine days away, rolling snow particles against the skin.

Yan Qing thought the sword would pierce his body.

Unexpectedly, the moment Xie Shiyi approached, the sword of Bugui shattered like an ice crystal.

At the same time, he put one hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, and moved forward, approaching his body in an extremely intimate and dangerous posture.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it was Xie Shiyi who fell behind when the two confronted each other.

Xie Shiyi walked out from the cave of thousands of ghosts in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his breath was still deep and cold, and the snow enveloped him, surrounding him.

With her lips pressed against his ear, she said softly, "Take me back, Yan Qing."