After passing through the book, he will be a backer for the poor villain

The demons are born to be treacherous, cunning, and do many evils. Today, the world has been peaceful for 15 years, and Xuanyan is about to move in the cave of the flame prison. If things are true as I guess, one demon will have endless troubles. If there are two, the world will once again set off a bloody storm. , forever in darkness.

This disciple could not stay, Song Qiyun's eyes suddenly became sharp as ice.

After eating the dumplings, Qu Qingyuan took Hua Yinyue back to the Fourth Peak, and Liu Qianyu naturally wouldn't stay longer, as proud as a swan, as if he had been wronged by not giving him food when he came to the First Peak.

Song Qiyun put the tea cup in his hand heavily on the wooden table, and explained:

"Qingyin, you go back first, I have something to discuss with the head."

Have something to say?Chu Xi and his first reaction was the matter of the Flame Prison Cave, and their eyebrows subconsciously raised slightly. Could it be that there is something wrong with the seal again?The drunkenness just now was much clearer, and he felt a blow to the head. He looked at the person next to him and waved:

"Xuanqing, go down and rest first."

Song Qiyun was displeased with Chu Xihe's gentle tone. Even if he was a direct disciple, he would be too pampered, not to mention that he didn't know the details.

"Disciple leave!" Xuan Qing bowed in salute, but she was thinking about going to the kitchen to make sober soup, fearing that Master would have a headache tomorrow morning.

Watching the two juniors leave, Song Qiyun got up and closed the bamboo door, heaving a long sigh:

"Junior brother, do you know the detailed life experience of your disciple?"

Chu Xihe was suddenly uneasy in his heart, and he didn't show it on his face. He didn't expect Song Qiyun to be so meticulous. Could it be that he discovered something?He considered it and said:

"All the disciples of Tianqing Peak have their background records in the brochure. Isn't Xuanqing the adopted son of the Lin family?"

Song Qiyun was a little anxious, and said again: "Then do you really understand his temperament?"

"That's natural." Chu Xihe said without hesitation: "Xuanqing is kind-hearted, but his temperament is a bit withdrawn, and that is also related to what happened to him when he was a child."

Chu Xi and herself have also thought about this problem. Xuanqing and Xuanyan are different in nature. Xuanyan is an ambitious villain who loves killing and power. , Later, because of his identity as the son of the demon king, he was beaten and killed by the people all over the world, and forced to be blackened. In fact, he just wanted to live well.

Knowing this, Chu Xi spoke with confidence.

However, even if he could trust Xuanqing's pure heart and nature, what would people in this world do to such a person with a special status as a demon?

Will do my best to remove it.

"Junior brother!" Song Qiyun shook his sleeves, "Let me tell you the truth, Xuanqing's identity is very suspicious, and you also know that he was just adopted by the Lin family. A few days ago, there was a fire in the Lin family. A few days, don't you think it's suspicious? Take a step back, isn't he too cold-blooded?"

"I saw him a few days ago, and his rapid progress in cultivation was unbelievable. I suspected that he... had something to do with the Demon Race. No matter what, he couldn't stay in Tianqing Peak, let alone be a direct disciple of the master. I think he should Abolish the cultivation base, so as not to cause a big mistake in the future!"

At the beginning, Qihe's matter was never investigated clearly. After such a long time, Song Qiyun actually discovered in the depths of the back mountain that the land that was stained with blood at that time was completely barren of grass, as if it had been scorched by a raging fire. He was shocked. Blood! !Xuanyan has been trapped in the Flame Prison Cave, so the blood...

The backs of the people outside the door froze, the snowflakes fell and the cold wind pierced the bones, the hangover soup in his hand was almost cold, Xuan Qing didn't know what to think, the bones and blood of his whole body were completely cold, as if he was waiting for the final judgment .

How could he have anything to do with the demons?

Since ancient times, man and devil have been incompatible, he finally got a master, why is it like this...

"Brother, since I have accepted him as an apprentice, I will not give up on him. Demons are not unforgivable existences, and not all scholars with good morals are good people."

Song Qiyun thought that the demons were really good at deceiving people, and he really had some skills. He also admitted that Chu Xihe's words were somewhat reasonable, but...

"Junior brother, you are so confused, how can you risk the world, even if things are as you said, you must not!"

Chu Xi and Zheng Se said:

"It's a fault of not raising a good teacher. I will teach him to distinguish between good and evil, and to tell right from wrong. If one day it is like what my brother said, I will never let it go, and I will not risk the world."

If he really committed a sin, then he will bear it together.

He could hear every word and every sentence clearly, Xuan Qing felt as if his throat was stuck in his throat, his eyes were red from trying so hard, his body regained consciousness little by little, he turned around and went back to the kitchen, poured out the cold hangover soup and cooked a new one.

Fortunately, Master believes in him, and Master has hope in him.

When the hangover soup was cooked again, Song Qiyun was no longer in the bamboo house. Chu Xihe sat alone at the table thinking about life, and he didn't come back to his senses until a pair of beautiful hands appeared in front of him.

"Master, drink some hangover soup."

Chu Xihe looked at the person in front of him, and a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes. He believed that Xuanqing also believed in himself. If there were no such messy things, Xuanqing would always be living happily like this, and the incident of the Twelve Immortals in the book would not have happened. Tragedy, no...

The cold wind outside the house was mixed with snowflakes, and there was a lot of snow in the yard, and the branches of the plum blossoms were also pressed down by the snow, showing a little red in the snow.

The hangover soup in the bowl is steaming. It is made with orange peel, nutmeg, lotus seeds, and sweet-scented osmanthus. It has a faint fragrance.

"You have a heart."

Chu Xihe took a sip of the drink, feeling a rush of heat in his chest. He got up and stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the snow-covered sky and the peaceful Tianqing Peak.

Dressed in white clothes fluttering in the wind, Xuan Qing stood behind her, looking at Chu Xihe's profile and sighing:

"Master, there is so much snow." Ling'an didn't have it before, even if there was, he was hungry and cold at that time, and he was afraid that he would freeze to death in the cold night.

Chu Xi pondered for a moment and said, "Xuanqing, it's not easy to see right and wrong in this world. If you are destined to be rough and rough, some bad things will inevitably happen to you, are you afraid?"

Xuan Qing's body trembled slightly, he looked at Chu Xi with a firm tone:

"As long as Master is by my side, I will not be afraid."

Hearing this, Chu Xihe had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know how long he could stay in this world. He came here for no reason, and would he disappear suddenly one day.

"...If the teacher is gone one day, you have to insist on doing what you think is right, so that you have a clear conscience. There is no absolute good or evil in this world. It's all your own choice, understand?"

Xuan Qing's heart suddenly tightened, and there was a lot of pain.

He said: "No, no matter where the master goes, the disciples will find you."

Chu Xihe just took it as a joke, if he returned to the original world, how would he find it.

It was cold at night, and Xuanqing was only wearing black single clothes. Chu Xihe untied his white cloak, tied it on for him, and said:

"Wear thicker, don't catch a cold in the cold weather, go back and rest earlier."

Xuan Qing pinched the cloak on her body, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"It's cold, why don't you stay here and warm the bed for Master."

After speaking, Xuan Qing didn't dare to move at all, and her heart raised her throat, for fear of disturbing the tenderness at this moment.

These days Xuanqing stayed in the bamboo house, the two slept in the same bed, Chu Xihe was used to it, his body was cold since childhood, it was nice to have such a heater.

Xuan Qing lived in the bamboo house like this. Chu Xihe often had cold hands and feet in the middle of the night, so Xuan Qing used his hands to warm him up, and sometimes even covered his feet in his arms. At first he politely refused, and slowly Get used to it slowly.

Bamboo house is rarely disturbed by anyone. Since Xuanqing broke through the golden core, his cultivation level seems to have broken through the bottleneck, and he has gradually increased. Chu Xihe gradually has nothing to teach. Put it on top of the chicken soup for instilling the soul.

Two or three years passed in a blink of an eye, and it was another winter.

Xuan Qing has a strong comprehension ability, and he only needs a few hours to understand many mental methods. In the past few years, he has studied the secret methods of ancient books in Tianqing Peak.

Xuanqing became more and more powerful, and Song Qiyun became more and more worried. Fortunately, nothing happened in the world in the past few years. Xuanqing has been staying at the first peak, and there is nothing unusual. Slowly, Song Qiyun also began to doubt him. Is it a mistake.

Song Qiyun used to take care of most of Tianqing Peak's affairs, but now many things are assigned to Xie Qingyin and Xuan Qing, one handles the affairs of the mountain and the other handles Tianqing Peak's affairs. Live the life of a paradise.

Xuanqing is already approaching. In the year of the dancing elephant, she has grown a lot taller, her figure is extremely tall, and her appearance has become more and more outstanding. She has not encountered those hardships and ups and downs. Although Xuanqing's temperament is still indifferent, it is a little less. Very gloomy and hostile.

"Did you play chess well? I won again..." Chu Xihe ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, and looked at the person opposite him complainingly.

Xuan Qing looked at him and showed a smile: "Master is very good at chess, this disciple is willing to bow down!"

Chu Xihe was almost dazzled by that brilliant smile. For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable. He snorted softly: "You should hone your chess skills."

"These chess-playing methods of the master have never been seen before by the disciples. I am afraid that I will bother the master to discuss with me."

Uh... Chu Xihe forgot, he has been too leisurely in the past two years, and the later his cultivation base is, the harder it is to break through, and he doesn't force it. He usually teaches Xuanqing how to play backgammon, flying chess, etc. to relieve boredom, no, These gameplays do not exist here.

He put away the chess pieces, glanced at him and frowned: "What's wrong with your neck?"

Xuan Qing blinked, touched it with his hand only to find a piece of skin on the back of his neck, he didn't know how to do it.

Chu Xihe got up and strode behind Xuan Qing, wanting to check the wound, but Xuan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help falling back a step, Chu Xihe pulled him back with quick eyesight and quick hands, and in an instant, the warm touch came from both sides. Xuan Qing's eyes narrowed, and Yu's face blushed.

"But after sitting for too long, your legs are numb?"

Xuan Qing hesitantly responded.

Chu Xihe didn't notice his abnormality, took out a white medicine bottle, and carefully put the medicine powder on the wound.

"Thank you, Master..."

Chu Xi looked at the disciple in front of him with drooping eyes, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his head. At some point, Xuan Qing was almost as tall as him. He thought about it and started to do it. The two were so close, Chu Xihe was afraid that the medicine powder just now would be rubbed off, so he stretched out his hand to straighten the skirt of Xuanqing's back neck.

The warm breath fell on Xuanqing's ears, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. He froze and didn't dare to fight. He wanted to reach out and hug the person behind him, but he was afraid that Chu Xihe would be angry. Zun's feelings have already crossed the boundary line, the past few years of getting along day and night, the past few years...

The charming atmosphere was interrupted not long after.

"Disciple Xie Qingyin greets the master!"