Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Xuan Moxiao has already collapsed.

He concealed his sadness in front of Ye Qingyi, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, it's spring, everything is full of vitality, Uncle Shi is getting better soon."

getting better?

is it?

Ye Qingyi smiled and said nothing, he could barely feel his own existence, what is the end is approaching, it should be this feeling.

He can still recognize Xuan Moxiao today, but what about tomorrow?What about the day after tomorrow?What if he closes his eyes once, and he can't open them again?

Ye Qingyi was extremely sad, but he didn't dare to show it, because he knew that Xuan Moxiao must be hurt a hundred times more than him.

After a while, two palace servants stepped into the bedroom, and put two bowls of elixir emitting a faint green light on the table. Xuan Moxiao picked up the elixir without saying a word, and looked at Ye Qingyi with eyes full of hope. : "Uncle, drink some medicine, drink it, and feel better."

Ye Qingyi remained silent.

He knew that when he was in a coma, Xuan Moxiao searched him for many elixir, and the huge cultivation world, demon world and demon world were almost emptied by Xuan Moxiao, but his body was powerless, no matter how much he drank What is the use of panacea?

With this effort, it is better to do something meaningful while he is still awake.

Then he gently pushed away the elixir and said, "Xiao'er, this medicine is very bitter, I don't want to drink it anymore."

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback for a moment, panic overflowed from his eyes.

Ye Qingyi knew that he would be afraid if he didn't take the medicine Xuan Moxiao, because his tone was all dependent on these elixir.

"Uncle Master..."

"Xiao'er." Ye Qingyi interrupted Xuan Moxiao, before he said, "I'll drink when I come back, wait until I come back."

"Come back?" Xuan Moxiao threw away the medicine bowl and grabbed Ye Qingyi's hand, "Uncle, where are you going?"

Seeing that he was frightened, his face immediately turned pale.Ye Qingyi caressed Fuxuan Moxiao's cheek affectionately, and said in a low voice: "Don't you want me to cover you with red clouds? I think the weather is just right today, why don't you put on red clouds for you to see?" Bar."

Xuan Moxiao trembled all over.

"Uncle!" Tears welled up in his eyes, he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself, "Uncle, you are really, really willing..."

"Go." Ye Qingyi already thought very clearly, after all, he was about to die, so there was nothing else he couldn't figure out.

He likes Xuan Moxiao, although he doesn't know when he fell in love with him, but he really likes Xuan Moxiao. It doesn't matter if outsiders say they are incest, or say that he committed himself to the devil, and he can say whatever he likes. Why should he care.

Since Xuan Moxiao wanted him to wear a wedding dress, he would help him fulfill his wish.

Besides, he is willing.

Otherwise, he really would have left with a lot of regret.

"Go." Ye Qingyi touched Xuan Moxiao's face, and closed his eyes wearily, "While I'm still awake, while I still know who you are, while I can still be with you, go... "

Xuan Moxiao fell into Ye Qingyi's arms, crying into tears.

That big red wedding gown is really very luxurious.

Ye Qingyi had never dressed up so brightly in his life. In order to match this wedding gown with colorful treasures and embroidered golden phoenix, he pulled himself together and personally painted a peony flower on his forehead.

When he was fully dressed and appeared in front of Xuan Moxiao holding the hand of the palace servant, Xuan Moxiao was so shocked that he couldn't speak a word.

"Does it look good?" Ye Qingyi asked with a smile.

"It's beautiful." Xuan Moxiao said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Shi is peerless and unparalleled in the world."

Ye Qingyi accepted Xuan Moxiao's compliment with a smile.

"Take me to the cemetery." He said, "I want to show Junior Brother Du, and I want your mother to see too."

Xuan Moxiao's eyes flashed: "Okay."

Inside the cemetery, the sun was shining, it was warm and pleasant, and there was no gloomy feeling at all.

Ye Qingyi first came to the tomb of Du Zhong's clothes, offered a glass of sake to Du Zhong, and said calmly and relaxedly: "Junior Brother Du, I'm here to see you, I don't need to say much, you understand what I'm doing? Don't worry about me, because I'm really happy now, free and happy."

Xuan Moxiao creaked and clenched his bloody fists, and helped Ye Qingyi walk towards the tomb where Xiaozhi and Xi Muyao were buried together.

Although there are no bones of Xi Muyao in the mausoleum, their cultivators have always regarded their talisman as a part of themselves. Ye Qingyi toasted the two of them as usual, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to say it When he got up, he stared at the tall tombstone in a daze.

After all, it was his in-laws lying here.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyi wanted to laugh a little.

"Uncle Shi, sit down and rest." Xuan Moxiao helped Ye Qingyi sit on the futon, took a glass of sake like Ye Qingyi, and knelt down in front of the graves of Xiaozhi and Xi Muyao.

He looked at his parents lying in the mausoleum, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with sadness and said: "Father, mother, my son is married today, and he married Ye Qing, the son of the Ye family in Jiangzhou and the master of Yushu Peak in Yuqiong Mountain." The son knows that his actions are against the laws of nature and human relations, but the son sincerely likes Master Ye, and he will not marry unless he is in this life. He is with me, and he is dead..."

Xuan Moxiao didn't continue talking, choked up a bit, picked up the wine and drank it down in one gulp.

Ye Qingyi looked at Xuan Moxiao Yinhong's back in a daze.

He felt that the boy had turned into a pool of blood in front of him.

After paying homage to his parents, Xuan Moxiao walked to Ye Qingyi's side with a full face and let him lean on him. Xu Shi made up his mind to pay attention. Xuan Moxiao seemed much calmer, cloudy and covered with red silk There was finally a gleam of clarity in his eyes, he hugged Ye Qingyi tightly, and asked with a faint smile: "Uncle, is it warm in the sun?"

"Well, it's very warm." Ye Qingyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high above his head, but unfortunately, he couldn't feel the sun shining on his body at all.

He was clearly attached to Xuan Moxiao's heart, but he couldn't even hear Xuan Moxiao's heartbeat.

He was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and said coquettishly: "Xiao'er, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, can you play the flute for me?"

Xuan Moxiao trembled, and at the end, he replied in a voice like a mosquito: "Okay."

He summoned the jade flute that Ye Qingyi had given him, put it under his lips, and played it in a low voice.

The flute sounded, and Ye Qingyi finally closed her eyes with peace of mind.

The sound of the flute was deep and melodious, Ye Qingyi fell asleep after listening to it, Xuan Mo flute played the flute woodenly, until the sun went down, until the sky was full of stars, until the sun rose in the east, and a new day came again.

He played continuously for a whole day, but unfortunately, those who listened to the flute never woke up again.

But it doesn't matter, there were times like this in the past, as long as he kept blowing, kept blowing, Ye Qingyi who heard the sound of the flute would come back, open his eyes, and play the flute to him.

The melancholy sound of the flute echoed over the Demon Palace for a full seven days. During the seven days, the spring and March quickly turned into cold winter, and all the creatures that approached the Demon Palace were frozen into ice. Everyone said that the Demon Lord in the Demon Palace had died. crazy.

On the eighth day, Ye Qingyi still couldn't wake up.

Su Mengsheng, who was covered in frost and snow, went all the way to the magic palace, looking at Ye Qingyi and Xuan Moxiao who were cuddling together and wearing red wedding dresses, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

The entire world of self-cultivation has been eaten away by wind and snow, but the cemetery is warm like spring. He can even see Ye Qingyi's slender eyelashes shrouded in the sun. His Junior Brother Ye is still so beautiful, as beautiful as a jade carving, without any traces. Angry jade carving.

"Naughty animal..." Su Mengsheng trembled, "You, what did you do to your Master Ye?"

Xuan Moxiao was still blowing the flute, but there was no reaction.

"Naughty animal, I'm asking you something!" Su Mengsheng flashed out his sword, and was about to break through the barrier to break in. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of him, stopped him and said, "Ye Qingyi is dead, died of illness Yes, he is with him, don't go in and disturb him."

"What did you say? Junior Brother Ye...Junior Brother Ye is dead?" Su Mengsheng couldn't even hold the sword in his hand steadily, and he stared at Su Yin fiercely, "Get out of here quickly! Believe it or not, I will strike with a sword about you!"

Su Yin was unmoved, and stood straight in front of Su Mengsheng, not afraid of this man who had seriously injured herself: "If you want to chop, chop, if you want, chop, whatever you want, do you think I am afraid of you?"

He gouged out Su Mengsheng's eyes, stepped forward and said: "Anyway, this cultivation world will soon be ours, my long-cherished wish is over, and I will die without regret, Su Mengsheng, the feeling of being powerless, isn't it good?"

Su Mengsheng glared angrily at the little fox in front of her

"The world of comprehension is yours? Oh, let's dream!" He pushed Su Yin away, split the barrier, and flew in front of Xuan Moxiao and Ye Qingyi.

He opened his mouth to scold, but the moment he saw Xuan Moxiao's face clearly, he couldn't swear.

Xuan Moxiao's eyes and mouth were full of blood, and the ink-colored long flute and slender jade hands were covered with blood, which was so red that it surpassed Ye Qingyi's luxurious wedding robe.

Su Mengsheng panicked all of a sudden, pointing at Xuan Moxiao, he stuttered and asked: "You, you, what's wrong with you?"

Xuan Moxiao didn't even look at Su Mengsheng, and still played the flute expressionlessly.

Su Mengsheng's heart twitched, feeling that something was broken: "Speak, speak!"

He held down Xuan Moxiao's hand, forcing him to stop playing the flute: "Xuan Moxiao! I'm asking you something, you talk!"

Xuan Moxiao slowly raised his dry well-like eyes, and stared at Su Mengsheng blankly: "Master, don't stop me, Master Uncle is still waiting for my flute sound, he used to wake up listening to my flute sound, Same this time."

As he spoke, he gently pushed Su Mengsheng's hand away, changed a song, and started playing again.

Su Mengsheng looked at his former lover, Ye Qingyi, who was both a good friend and a fellow student, and who was once on the top of his heart, his eyes were red with sadness.

He didn't need to do anything, there were only two hearts beating in front of him, Ye Qing... was really dead.

He is dead, not to mention him, even Daoist Cang Qi can't save him!

How could this be?How could this be? !

If he had known this earlier, why would he need to go to the rescue to rescue him!

The mournful sound of the flute echoed in his ears, and Su Mengsheng, who blamed herself, finally collapsed, knocked the flute from Xuan Moxiao's hand, pressed his shoulder firmly and said: "Stop playing! He is already dead !Dead!! Even if you die, he won’t be able to hear you, and you won’t be able to come back!!”

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Hurt it first, just get it down