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As if he couldn't feel the shaking of his sleeves, Yi Qingyun ate in silence.

Although his heart has softened, his face is still very stern.

The woman in white let go of her hand, put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in the man's bowl, and said softly: "Think about love, I have been smoking for a hundred years, it is too difficult for you to make me quit all of a sudden , It has to be done step by step! I, I didn’t even think about it yesterday, I couldn’t hold it back after not touching it for a long time—”

Seeing that the other party's hand stopped, he picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl and put them into his mouth, Mo Beichen said shamelessly, "Don't be angry, you ate the ribs I gave you, I'll treat it as if you're turning over the page." .”

Yi Qingyun put down his chopsticks, looked at the woman beside him and wanted to say something.

But before she could speak, the woman in white quickly stretched out her hand and said, "Swear, swear, if I do it again, I'll—"

"I don't need to swear, it's better for the master to take care of himself." Yi Qingyun interrupted the other party's oath frankly.

His master dared to say anything, and he was really afraid of hearing something terrible from the other party's mouth.

"Shangxin, Shangxin." Mo Beichen responded repeatedly, and leaned on the wine jar unconsciously as he spoke.

Yi Qingyun glanced lightly.

Mo Beichen could only withdraw his hand resentfully, and changed the topic: "Are you going back to Tianmen Sect directly after a while?"

"I still have a place to go." Yi Qingyun shook his head.

After the two had eaten and drank enough, Mo Beichen put on a white bamboo hat, and the two left the inn.

Although he hasn't been back here for a long time, many places in Jing'an City have changed, but after all, it is a place where he has lived for more than ten years, so Yi Qingyun is naturally familiar with it.

Walking to the familiar stone road, Mo Beichen guessed where the other party was going.

It should be to visit Mrs. Yi Xiao.

Mo Beichen looked at the side face of the man beside him through the white gauze. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew that the man must be happy in his heart.

It's always comforting to be able to go home and meet people who are in your blood.

The corners of Mo Beichen's mouth rose slightly, and he was sincerely happy for Yi Qingyun, who could feel this ordinary and warm happiness.

He was very pleased.

However, just when they were about to see the familiar courtyard, Yi Qingyun stopped under his feet.

"Why don't you leave?" Mo Beichen asked softly.

Mu Tianliu: "It's nothing." Yi Qingyun was a little at a loss, and when he was approaching the door of the house, he was a little timid.

It is more timid to be close to hometown, and I dare not ask people.

"They must also miss you." The cold female voice said.

Yi Qingyun clenched his fists slightly, hummed lightly, and walked towards the small yard.

Who would have thought that before he reached the small courtyard, the courtyard door opened.

A young man actually came out of the yard.

"Yi Yao?" Yi Qingyun frowned and stopped the young man.

The young man didn't seem to expect someone to call him, turned around, and there was an obvious scar in his eyes, with a look of fear on his face, "You, who are you? Why are you here?"

"It's me, Yi Qingyun."

"Yi, Yi Qingyun?" Yi Yao boldly moved in and looked around, then took a step back: "Yi Qingyun! My God! You, are you a human or a ghost?!"

Yi Qingyun patted the other person on the shoulder, "What do you think?"

"You, aren't you dead? You're not dead?" Yi Yao's expression was a little dull, "I, I went to visit your grave a few days ago."

"Going to the grave?" Yi Qingyun frowned.

"Yeah, I even burned paper money for you, you, didn't you die in the forest on the top of the cloud?" Yi Yao murmured.

"I was rescued. I was lucky. I survived. How did you know about me?" Yi Qingyun asked.

"The news about Jing'an City is basically spread in the streets and alleys, probably except your mother who is kept in the dark..." Yi Yao paused, "After you died, you became so powerful that even the royal family of Yuzhou I even personally read the eulogy for you!"

"But the fourth prince, Ji Ruohua?"

"You know all this? Yes!"

Can't help laughing from inside the white hat.

"This, who is—?" Yi Yao glanced at the woman in white wearing a bamboo hat and approached Yi Qingyun and asked in a low voice.

"I'm Yi Qingyun's friend." A cold voice came from the bamboo hat.

"Qingyun, it's a girl. I'm jealous of your luck. Your figure is amazing." Yi Yao pulled Yi Qingyun and whispered.

He naturally didn't know that the other party heard what he said clearly.

"Don't talk nonsense, she and I are not what you think."

"You're kidding me, you lonely men and widows—" Looking at that cold gaze, Yi Yao swallowed his words back.

"Qingyun, why don't you go in first, I'll wait for you outside." Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Mo Beichen said.

"That's right, Mrs. Yi misses you, go in quickly." Yi Yao also felt that what he said just now was a bit offensive, and scratched his head.

Yi Qingyun also thought that the other party's words were unintentional, and his face softened a lot, "Yi Yao, thank you for helping me take care of my mother these days."

"What's the matter, you helped me a lot when I was in Yi's house." Yi Yao was a little embarrassed, and then he pulled Yi Qingyun closer to the house.

Mo Beichen leaned against the tree outside and closed his eyes slightly. He could hear the excited voice of the woman crying with joy in the room.

Even the laughter that came from time to time at that time could be heard clearly.

It's so lively!

Mo Beichen thought that if he still had people in his family, he would also want to experience the feeling of being cared about all the time.

However, the way of heaven is ruthless, and all the way to cultivate the immortal gate is to draw a clear line with the world of mortals.

He left the house at the age of 15, and began to care about the morality of cultivating immortals, and now he has become the famous Beichen Demon Venerable.

He never went back to the small county where he was born.

He couldn't remember what it was called or where it was.

When he was homesick, it was a drop in the ocean, time flies, and he has been away from home for 200 years in a blink of an eye.

Mo Beichen was too embarrassed to go back when he was living outside in the past, but now that he has become famous, suddenly looking back, Mo Beichen has nowhere to go back.

Although his parents were very harsh on him, Mo Beichen also wanted to see them one last time.

At least let them know what a famous character their son who they looked down upon before is now.

It's really a pity.

Mo Beichen sighed endlessly, which is why he didn't want to let Yi Qingyun cut off the bond with his secular relatives.

He didn't have time to experience it, and he didn't want the youth to miss it like he did.

I was very emotional for a while.

"Master, Master." A man called him softly in a trance.

Mo Beichen slowly opened his eyes, "Why did you come out so soon? Don't you want to spend more time with your mother?"

"I told my mother that I have been taken care of by you all the way. She is very grateful to you and wants to meet you." Yi Qingyun's eyes drooped slightly.

"See me?" Mo Beichen smiled at the white hat, "Okay."

Mo Beichen followed Yi Qingyun into the not-so-big courtyard, and immediately saw the woman lying on the bed.

After just over a year of hard work, Mo Beichen could still feel that the woman seemed to be a lot haggard.

This haggardness was revealed little by little from the woman's eyebrows, temples, and skin.

"This is Qingyun's friend, come in quickly. I didn't expect to be a big girl." Mrs. Yi said enthusiastically while lying on the bed.

Mo Beichen took off the white bamboo hat out of politeness, smiled and nodded at the woman on the bed.

The room suddenly became so quiet.

"Hello, Auntie." Mo Beichen didn't know what was wrong with him, he was very calm when he came as Mo Chen.

But right now, he felt a little nervous, raising his eyes to look at Mrs. Yi Xiao's reaction.

"It's so beautiful!" Yi Yao's face turned red all of a sudden, and he looked at the woman in white with dazed eyes, and murmured.

The wet nurse also covered her mouth with her hands in surprise.

The man in black coughed lightly beside him.

"You are—" Mrs. Yi frowned slightly, and then suddenly said excitedly: "Isn't this my good daughter-in-law!"

Mo Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

How could this Mrs. Yi do it?Did you recognize him?

still--

"Mother." Yi Qingyun was taken aback for a moment, and then he knew that his mother's illness had fallen again, so he hurried over to comfort her.

"Don't take that to heart, Qingyun's mother is sometimes confused, she didn't mean to offend you on purpose." Yi Yao walked to the woman in white with a blushing face and whispered,

"It's okay, I won't take it to heart, thank you."

She smiled to herself!

Yi Yao silently turned his face aside, he just felt his face was hot.

"You are Qingyun's friend." Mo Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled, and took the initiative to chat with Yi Yao.

"Yes, my name is Yi Yao. Qing Yun and I have known each other for a long time." Yi Yao was a little nervous and stumbled when speaking.

"I seem to have seen you before." Mo Beichen thought for a while and said.

If he remembered correctly, when he first met Yi Qingyun, it seemed that Yi Yao was by his side.

"Ah—" Yi Yao's heart rose to his throat, and he didn't know how to respond.

I seem to have seen you before?

What does this mean?

Yi Yao dared to swear that he had never met the other party. If he had seen such a person, how could he have no impression?

He thought about it for a while, so it sounded like a scene in a drama where a young man hits up a girl he likes, just like the common one, "Where have I met this sister?"

Could it be——

Does the other party have a good impression of him?

Yi Yao's face turned red all of a sudden, and he felt that he should take on the responsibility of being a man.

At least, at least he should take the initiative to ask this fairy-like girl's name.

Yi Yao took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a fierce argument.

"You unfilial son, you don't recognize the daughter-in-law you married the year before last, how could I have such a bastard son like you! When your father comes back, I will let him punish you!" Mrs. Yi pointed at Yi Qingyun The nose severely reproached.

"Mother." Yi Qingyun's face was full of helplessness.

The relationship between him and Master is already very delicate, and his mother is still stirring up the water.

Mrs. Yi suddenly covered her head violently.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Head hurts again?" The man in the black robe showed anxiety.

Mrs. Yi lowered her head, but pushed the man in black clothes out with her hands, and said weakly: "Go, I want my daughter-in-law, you go!"

"Mother! Don't be so willful." Yi Qingyun only felt a little embarrassed.

"Auntie, why don't you feel comfortable talking to me?" At this moment, the cold female voice remembered, Yi Qingyun raised his head, and at some point, the woman in white patted him on the shoulder, walked to the bed and sat down.

"Headache." The woman murmured, covering her head.

"Qingyun, go and cut the grass in the cloud into a small piece, soak it in water, soak it for a stick of incense, put it in a pottery pot, boil it and then fry it slowly, don't close the lid, it will lose the medicinal properties." The woman in white said methodically. He ordered, while placing the woman's head on his lap, a few white jade-like fingers lightly pressed the acupuncture points on the woman's head.

Yi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the woman in white to understand medicine.

"What's the matter, do you understand?" Mo Beichen asked, still standing in a daze when he saw someone.

"No, I'll go right away." Yi Qingyun was in a trance for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he hurried to the next kitchen.

With a thoughtful face on his face, he took out the cloud grass from the storage ring, cut a piece according to what the other party said, and soaked it in the well water that was brought up.

After an incense stick, he followed the order to add water to the clay pot, and silently decocted the medicine.

Then someone patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around and it was Yi Yao.

"Are you really not related to that fairy?" Yi Yao's expression was a little serious.

"It's not that kind of relationship." Yi Qingyun was a little annoyed, and turned around to look at the raging fire.

"Don't lie to me." Yi Yao squatted down next to the man in black.

The man in Xuanyi didn't speak.

"If you really have no idea, I won't be polite."

"What do you want to do?" Yi Qingyun frowned and asked.

"Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart." Yi Yao muttered and read the poem.

"No." Yi Qingyun said directly.

"Why? My fair lady, a gentleman is so good. She is unmarried, and I am unmarried, so why can't it work?" Yi Yao picked up a piece of firewood on the ground and threw it into the fire.

Yi Qingyun opened his mouth, he wanted to say that the master is over 200 years old, there is too much age difference between you and him, and he also wanted to say that the master has a high level of cultivation, there is a big difference between him and her.

But in the end he didn't say anything.

None of these seem to be insurmountable gaps.

So what if you are over 200 years old, there are many in the world of cultivating immortals.

So what if there is a big gap in cultivation, you just have to work hard to catch up.

It seems that nothing is wrong.

Yi Yao saw that Yi Qingyun didn't speak, and only thought that the other party was persuaded by him. He looked at the jumping fire, and his face slowly blushed.

"Fairy is very good-looking, prettier than all the girls I've ever seen, and I don't think there is anyone prettier than her." The boy showed a silly smile.

"It's just your appearance, you shouldn't be so superficial." Yi Qingyun said sullenly.

"Why is it superficial? The fairy has a very kind heart. You see, she not only saved you, but also is so kind to Mrs. Yi Xiao, and she is so knowledgeable and has a nice voice." Yi Yao began to count the white clothes little by little. The fairy is so good, her face became more and more red, "If I can marry her, I will definitely not let her do anything, and offer her up like a Bodhisattva."

"How long have you known her?"

Gumbling--

The water boiled, and the lid of the clay pot shook unsteadily.

Yi Qingyun picked up the clay pot and made the fire of the fire smaller.

"There is a beauty that you never forget when you see it. In this drama, don't talented people and beautiful women often match each other at a glance?"

Yi Qingyun's eyes drooped slightly, liking someone is not as simple as looking at each other.

"By the way, do you know? In fact, I think the fairy may also treat me—" Yi Yao's expression was a little shy.

The man in black clothes stopped and glanced at him.

"Don't believe me! Just now, Fairy took the initiative to talk to me in the room, and she said she seemed to have seen me before. How can this be possible? Hehe. Qingyun, do you think Fairy and I have previous lives? Fate in this life! Otherwise, how could she say that I look familiar?" Yi Yao couldn't help but smile happily after thinking about it.

Yi Qingyun listened silently at the side, with an indifferent expression, he took a porcelain bowl, opened the clay pot, and scooped out a bowl.

Holding it up with one hand, he was ready to leave.

"Qingyun, Qingyun, wait, I still have something to ask." However, Yi Yao did not give up and followed behind the man.

"Can you tell me the fairy's name, I really want to know, please." Yi Yao said a little embarrassed.

"I don't know." The hand holding the medicine bowl exerted a little force.

"Why are you so mean, how could you not know." Yi Yao was a little anxious, he thought Yi Qingyun would not help him.

"I said, I don't know." Yi Qingyun paused, "If you want to, then ask yourself."

After speaking, he was about to go back to the house.

"Auntie, you should get up first. Qingyun has brought the medicine. You drink the medicine, and after you sleep again, the pain will be gone." The woman in white raised her eyes and smiled at Yi Qingyun, and then turned to Yi Qingyun gently said the little lady.

Yi Qingyun looked into those smiling eyes, then looked away, he came to the bed and helped Mrs. Yi up.

Even though Mrs. Yi was drinking the medicine, she held Mo Beichen's hand and refused to let go.

It wasn't until the medicine of Yun Zhongcao took effect and Mrs. Yi Xiao was arranged properly that Mo Beichen left the house with the white bamboo hat.

"Master, please trouble me today." The man in black said softly beside him.

This scene is really familiar.

Mo Beichen couldn't help but smiled, "Don't worry about small things."

Yi Yao also came out, looking at the unstained white shadow with spring in his eyes along the way.

It wasn't until they were sent to the inn that Yi Yao left reluctantly, and said that he would come to find them when he was free tomorrow.

"Is your friend enthusiastic?" Mo Beichen smiled and said, "You grew up together?"

Yi Qingyun hummed lightly.

Mo Beichen yawned and felt a little tired again.

"Master, why do you always feel sleepy these past two days?" Yi Qingyun asked after getting up to make the bed.

"I don't know." Mo Beichen's eyes darkened, and he said casually, "I'm just sleepy."

He didn't want to think about what happened next, but he knew it like a mirror in his heart.

He might not last long with his own appearance.

Without this appearance, when the time comes, I will start to approach the other party again.

Everything has to start all over again.

For such a cold and unapproachable person, it took him so long to warm up this person's heart a little bit.

It was hard for him to be different from others in the other party's heart.

Waiting for him to change his appearance——

The thought of those eyes looking at him was filled with ice-coldness.

Master Mozun's nose was a little sour.

Then unconsciously, my eyes couldn't help turning a little red.

Mo Beichen was really hopeless.

"I'm going to bed." The woman in white whispered, and got into bed by herself.

The quilt was pulled up and covered the face together.

"Well, the disciple is meditating next to me." Yi Qingyun nodded, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw the woman buried her head in the quilt.

Sleeping like a child is also the same.

"Master, don't cover your head with the quilt, it's not good." Yi Qingyun walked to the side of the bed and said.

"Don't worry about it."

The voice coming from the quilt was a little strange.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Yi Qingyun asked with some concern.

"There is nothing, you go to meditate." Mo Beichen listened to the man's concern through the quilt, but felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

The more Yi Qingyun heard it, the more he felt that something was wrong, the master must be hiding something from him.

Thinking of what the other party did in Sikong City alone, he became even more worried.

Could it be another injury on the body?

Then I refused to say it for the sake of face.

"Offended, Master." Yi Qingyun thought for a while and said.

Before Mo Beichen could react, he felt sad in the quilt by himself, venting the sudden emotion that his love poison brought him.

Wow--

The quilt was lifted.

Before Mo Beichen had time to calm down his unstable emotions, he was still looking at the other party with red eyes and a mournful face.

Yi Qingyun was also taken aback for a moment, he did not expect to see such a scene.

The woman in white was curled up on the bed with tears in the corners of her eyes, her pale face was slightly flushed, and she looked very cute.

Yi Qingyun's heart couldn't help but ache.

"Why -" Yi Qingyun didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, the white figure jumped directly on his body and hugged his neck tightly.

Yi Qingyun didn't know what happened, and he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only pat the woman in white on the back lightly, again and again.

Mo Beichen's emotions that he had finally endured surged up again.

Feeling the other party's silent comfort, the woman in white couldn't help it even more, and he hugged her tightly.

He could even feel the intense heartbeat of the other party.

The pure yang body is very warm, he likes it very much.

He was reluctant.

The two hugged each other quietly, other than that there was only a wordless sigh.

Knowing that the other party had lost his voice, Yi Qingyun let go of the woman in white and helped her lie down on the bed.

He didn't know why the other party's emotions lost control for no reason today.

He looked at the pale face, and gently wiped away the other's wet tears with his fingertips.

A not-so-good premonition slowly enveloped Yi Qingyun's heart.

When Mo Beichen woke up rubbing his eyes, Yi Qingyun was no longer at the inn.

Looking at the message left by the other party, Mo Beichen only felt his head swell.

Yi Qingyun went to the Tianmen sect first.

Mo Beichen patted his neck, feeling a little sore.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the mattress on the bed, and the extremely embarrassing scene from last night suddenly appeared again.

Covering his eyes with white jade hands, he sat down and poured himself a glass of water.

After taking two sips, Mo Beichen was a little annoyed, and put the quilt on the table.

The devilish energy gathered around him.

Shapeshifting, but in the blink of an eye, the woman in white appeared on the Mozun Hall.

"Master Mozun, you are back." A feigned woman came out of the shadows, she did not open her mouth but made a sound from her abdomen.

"Yeah." Mo Beichen nodded, "Where's Qinglong?"

"He's by the Yuyin River." Xuanwu closed his eyes and said.

The disturbances in the entire Mozun Palace could not be hidden from this woman's eyes.

"Let him come to see me, by the way, where is Murong Qingran?" Mo Beichen asked casually.

"Murong Qing should still be in the guest room." Xuan Wu replied.

"Well, go down." Mo Beichen waved his hand and sat at his desk.

Xuanwu nodded slightly, then disappeared into the shadows.

Not long after, a beautiful bearded man carrying a basket came to the Mozun hall panting.

"Master Mozun, you are back." Qinglong stood still and saluted.

"Well, what are you doing at Yuyin River?" Mo Beichen lowered his head and examined the files on the table.

"Collect some water from the Yuyin River." Qinglong's voice suddenly became quieter.

Her clear eyes lifted up, "The water is so dark and so heavy, what are you doing with it?"

"It's used to test the medicinal properties of the spirit grass." Qinglong swallowed and said.

Mo Beichen looked away and asked, "Have you prepared the antidote for love poison?"

"Not yet. This subordinate has tried two methods, but they have not made any progress. Where did your lord meet that snake man?" Qinglong was a little puzzled.

"In an abandoned underground prison." Mo Beichen took up a pen and began to write on the document.

"Underground prison? It's strange. It seems that someone raised them underground, but most of the snake people are accompanied by male and female, so how could there be only one." Qinglong couldn't figure it out more and more, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

"The antidote, you can figure it out. These official texts have already been reviewed, so you can do it." The woman in white slowly got up.

"Yes." Qinglong lowered his head and put away the papers on the table.

Although Mo Beichen had thousands of reluctances in his heart, he finally pushed open the door of the guest room.

The man sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and the sun shone on him, as if he was about to take flight at any moment.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man opened his eyes, "Beichen."

Mo Beichen didn't answer, he dragged the chair next to him and sat directly opposite Murong Qingran.

"Is the injury better?"

Faced with the other party's sudden concern, Murong Qing was flattered, "It's almost over."

He originally thought that the other party would directly face him with swords when they met this time.

"I don't have that much time, and I have a few doubts that I need to answer."

"Naturally, I know everything about Beichen's problems." Murong Qingran showed a trace of bitterness.

"Why do you always target Yi Qingyun?"

"Because he, he will harm you."

"It's nonsense." Mo Beichen said with his eyes slightly closed, "Not to mention whether he has such thoughts, even if there is, what can he do to me?"

"Bei Chen, Master always told you not to be conceited, don't you remember?" Murong Qingran said with a sigh.

"Don't put that face in front of me, it won't move me." Mo Beichen's eyes were full of indifference.

"If you weren't conceited, how could you have stumbled in Sikong City?"

"If you said that the matter of Sikong City was not written by you, I would not believe it." Mo Beichen took out the cigarette stick and shook it lightly in his hand.

Murong Qingran had a slight helplessness on her face, "I just lured you back from there, at most it was just adding fuel to the flames, other things are arranged by heaven."

"If it's as you said, how could you know what's going to happen next? It doesn't make sense, you're lying." Mo Beichen stood up and looked down at that beautiful face.

"Beichen, there are some things in this world that cannot be judged by common sense alone. Do you know the source book?"

"Source book?" Mo Beichen frowned.

"Yuan Shu is the book of the origin of everything in the world. My lord, my name is Yuan Shu, and I can answer any question in the world." Murong Qingran murmured.

"How can there be omniscience in this world?"

"Oh, I didn't believe it at first either. Until I actually read that book." Murong Qingran's gaze became deep, "I seem to have fallen into a boundless river."

Mo Beichen couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

"I can't describe the feeling, but I can tell you what I saw." Murong Qingran slowly straightened up, and his hand touched Mo Beichen's face, "I saw you trapped in a palace , was tortured to death.”

"I can only watch and I can't do anything. I can only watch you being humiliated and trampled, falling from nobility to the dust, but I can't do anything." The man's body trembled, and his voice changed. Got to choke. "It's those two people who killed you, that pair of adulterers!"

"What are you talking about?" Mo Beichen murmured looking at Murong Qingran.

He saw hatred and jealousy in Murong Qingran's eyes?

He had never seen this kind of Murong Qingran with strong distorted emotions.

"One is that Huo Lian'er that I killed, and the other is that Yi Qingyun!" Murong Qingran said almost gnashing her teeth.

"Huo Lian'er is easy to deal with, but that Yi Qingyun, I can't completely kill him no matter what."

bang—

Murong Qing was pinned down firmly on the bed.

"Murong Qingran, don't think that the old man's life-saving talisman deity can't touch you." Mo Beichen's hand pinched the opponent's neck.

"He wants to harm you, he wants to kill you, he wants to humiliate you, why do you still protect him!" Murong Qingran's eyes were bloodshot, "And I——you don't even look at me, it's obviously us You met me first, you obviously liked me first! Just because of that kind of poison, can you ignore us all before!"

With a tyrannical force, Mo Beichen's pupils shrank, and his heart was startled.

The world was spinning, and Murong Qingran had already pinned him down.

Damn!

Because of his body, Mo Beichen was suppressed by the other party for a while.

"How do you know about love poison?" Mo Beichen asked with narrowed eyes.

Murong Qingran's emotions were a little out of control, he had long since lost the appearance of a great disciple of the Nine Layer Immortal Sect, and he grabbed the hand that suddenly attacked him.

"What did you say from Qinglong Tao?"

The other party's chest was heaving, and Murong Qing was still in a state of excitement. Naturally, Mo Beichen would not provoke the other party when he was under the control of others.

His current cultivation is no match for the opponent.

The only way to advance is to retreat.

"Okay, it's easy for you to calculate the account of the past. Yes! The deity has liked you before, but you didn't accept it at the time. Are you complaining about the deity now?" Mo Beichen looked into the bloodshot eyes lightly Gotta say.

"I, I don't blame you, I just regret it." The man murmured.

"What do you regret?" Mo Beichen asked following the other party's words.

"I regret a lot, but I can't make it up." The man lowered his head, "Then you don't want me anymore."

"I didn't want you." The person below said slowly.

"Really—really?" There was some hesitation in the bloody eyes.

"Really, brother Qingran." Mo Beichen said lightly.

"Beichen." The man's brows were suddenly gentle, he let go of his hand, and slowly kissed the other person's forehead with some tentativeness.

The opponent did not resist.

He seemed to be kissing the god in his heart, starting from his forehead, from top to bottom, carefully, not daring to have any blasphemous thoughts.

It should have been like this, but Mo Beichen's actions broke the strings in his mind.

He didn't expect that there would be such a day that the person under him would take the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him back.

"Beichen, Beichen..." He was lost in it, murmuring.

Just when he was about to lean on the other's lips, Murong Qingran suddenly tilted her head, fell on the bed, and lost consciousness.

At some point, a thin gash appeared on the back of Murong Qingran's neck.

Murong Qing who fell on the bed soon turned into a little bit of starlight.

And Mo Beichen, who was lying on the bed, also turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"How cunning! Did you take the opportunity to escape?"

The real Mo Beichen came out from behind the curtain with an unclear expression.

Yi Qingyun felt a little unreal when he came to the diffuse Tianmen Mountain.

He took the previous token with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but he didn't expect to enter it smoothly without being stopped by the disciples outside.

At the same time, no one recognized his identity.

Not being recognized, Yi Qingyun felt relieved a lot, he didn't forget how he accidentally fell into the sky.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be returning to this day's sect.

Returning to Tianmen Party is really dangerous for Yi Qingyun.

But he came back anyway, back to the secluded and remote mountain.

He walked through the rustling bamboo forest and the throbbing lake, and all the memories slowly emerged in his mind along the way.

This unremarkable peak in Tianmen Sect is really special to Yi Qingyun.

Too many of his first emotions are buried here.

Every step he took, it was as if he opened a precious box, which contained the precious past between him and the world.

As he got closer to that courtyard, Yi Qingyun's heart beat faster and faster.

He faintly saw a familiar figure standing in the yard.

"Mochen." Yi Qingyun almost blurted out.

The young man stopped sweeping the floor and turned around.

Yi Qingyun's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

That figure was not Mo Chen.

Why is there someone else in this courtyard.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the man asked in a deep voice,

The sweeping boy was taken aback by the terrifying scarred face, and his voice trembled a little, "The young one is Mr. Li's close servant, are you looking for my son for something?"

"Master Li?"

"Yes, my son has only been sent by Tianmen in the past few days, and he is the Li family in Yong'an City." The servant said tremblingly.

"Then what about the original people here?" Yi Qingyun asked.

"So? I heard that the disciple who lived here seemed to have had an accident, so—"

"Then what about the disciple's servant?"

"This, this little one doesn't know, who cares about the whereabouts of a little servant?"

A murderous aura suddenly came out, and the boy's forehead was covered with fine sweat.

He seemed to say something wrong.

"This, today, the servants of the Tianmen sect are either serving others, or they are being sent home. If you really want to know, why don't you check with the person in charge. Fortunately, fortunately, you will know."

It wasn't until the stern man left that the trembling boy managed to recover.

After lunch, Li Guanshi soaked the white silver needles from the bottom of the pot for himself, and enjoyed the rare tranquility in the afternoon.

At this time, the disciples hadn't finished class yet, and no one came to bother him to do business, so he had time to rest and rest.

The warm sun was shining on the body, making people faintly drowsy.

So Li Guanshi slightly closed his eyes.

Suddenly a dark shadow covered his warm light, Li Guanshi only thought it was some ignorant boy, so he waved his hand.

"If something happens, I will come back again, and I will go as I go."

Who would have thought that this short-sighted boy would still block his sunlight.

"Don't understand? I'll let you come later." Li Guanshi was angry, he suddenly opened those cloudy eyes and raised his head.

He suddenly lost his voice.

"I'm looking for someone." The man said in a deep voice.

"Who are you looking for?" Li Guanshi swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Look for a servant, his name is Mo Chen."

"This, this is only the inner disciples of the Tianmen Sect can investigate people, you—" Li Guanshi dared not say any more.

This man who was full of murderous aura was obviously not a disciple of Tianmen Sect.

Guanshi Li has met a lot of disciples. Even though they are all talented and capable, they all look like fairy boys.

There is absolutely no such thing as a Rakshasa.

This kind of person looks like he has wandered between life and death many times.

Just when Li Guanshi was thinking about things, a