Inside the pavilion in the bamboo forest, Qu Xianming played cards with Feiyu, Chichu and Mirage.
Whether in the human world or in the demon world, playing cards is the most unpleasant entertainment. It is necessary to chat and brag while playing to help develop friendship.
Que Xianming skillfully shuffled the cards, lowered his voice and asked, "You guys have been walking along the way, do you see anything? When did those two get together?" He tilted his head and gestured towards the bamboo building with his eyes.
Fei Yu replied casually: "It's been a long time. Don't you know?"
Que Xianming's heart of gossip suddenly rose: "Did Miner ever say whether he likes Ji Xiao or Xiao Tingyun? Like the old one or the young one?"
The same question, he also asked Meng Xueli himself in the secret realm of Vast Sea, but was chased and beaten by Meng Xueli.
Chi Chu's ten fingers were like enclave tags, and he wondered, "Old and young, is there any difference?"
Que Xianming didn't react: "What do you mean?"
When Chi Chu saw that he really didn't understand, he patted his sleeves, threw out a stack of words, and stabbed the cover with a finger: ""Clouds and Snows, Fengyuelu," this is him, "Half-Life Peach Blossoms", this is also He, "Human Ghost One Sword Love", this is still him... These are all him! What else have you seen? Take it out and share it!"
Fei Yu said leisurely: "The strongest in the world, strong is strong in the ever-changing identity, the story is not the same, are you convinced?"
Que Xianming got up suddenly, he was too flustered, his sleeves swept the jade card on the table, and splashed all over the floor: "Don't be kidding!"
Chi Chu: "Who is joking with you?"
Que Xianming: "I'm the last one to know?!"
Feiyu showed sympathy: "Yes, just you."
Chi Chu urged: "This is a big secret. You are the best friend of the King of Snow Mountain, so keep it a secret."
Que Xianming was stunned, feeling that the world was so magical. Ji Xiao is not dead? He also sneaked into Changchun Peak of Cold Mountain, planning to kidnap Meng Xueli to run away
The mirage picked up the jade card on the ground, and lightly tugged at Qu Xianming's sleeve: "So this game should be counted as my win."
He has no money in his pocket, and every time he loses a game, he will be pinched in the face by the other three demons. Que Xianming said that this is called "paying your debts with your face".
Que Xianming calmed down and smiled, "You win. But I don't have any money either."
After speaking, he took advantage of the mirage's hand and touched his cheek: "This is the end."
Mirage wants to cry but has no tears: "I won't fight anymore."
The game ended, and the three demons yawned. Wei Que Xianming didn't sleep all night, and the next morning, she couldn't help but went to find Meng Xueli to ask what happened.
The morning light is dim. Meng Xueli sat in front of the mirror, her soft blue silk scattered like a waterfall. Ji Xiao held it in her hands and combed it to the end.
When Qu Xianming visited, he saw this scene. The light golden morning sun shrouded them, Meng Xueli's black hair was like a satin glimmer, and the two of them stood and sat, one cold and one warm, and the gods and goddesses were in perfect harmony.
After Meng Xueli reshaped his body, the biggest change was his hair color, which changed from brilliant silver to pitch black. Que Xianming had always been unpleasant to the eye before, but at this moment, for the first time, he felt that this person was not bad.
He couldn't help twitching his lips.
Friends become human beings and have a marriage relationship, which is not bad.
"A Que, you're here." Meng Xueli smiled at the mirror as if expecting the peacock to come.
Ji Xiao tied a hairband for him, put down the wooden comb, and smiled at him in the mirror.
Que Xianming responded, still looking at Ji Xiao to himself. This person is still indifferent, but the state is completely different from last night. If I have to describe it, it is like grilling fish and eating fish by the river all night, packing up in the morning and then leaving - full of food and drink, refreshed.
Que Xianming raised his eyebrows, wondering what method Meng Xueli had used to coax the invincible Sword Sovereign into obedience
"I'm talking with A Que about the demon clan. I'm going to call a big demon for a meeting today. It's not convenient for you to show up." Meng Xueli stretched out his hand from his wide sleeve, hooked Ji Xiao's little finger, and shook it gently.
Ji Xiao nodded slightly to show his understanding, and he also had other things to do: "I'll go to the sky to see."
Meng Xueli: "How careful you are."
Bird Xianming was speechless. How to say go to the sky is like going to the sky, just like saying that you have to eat and drink water.
Seeing Ji Xiao go out, he involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his body and slumped on the chair: "Hey, aren't you two Taoist companions? Is there any inconvenience?"
The demon race was hit hard by this and was in urgent need of recuperation. At this juncture, I am afraid that the other two worlds will invade again, which will make things worse. The demon king and the swordsman were married, and the demons had some scruples, and they dared not use one against the other, and the three worlds were able to maintain peace. The brainy demon clan knows that this is beneficial to the demon world.
Meng Xueli didn't answer, made a cup of tea, pushed it to Que Xianming's hand, and released his sense of consciousness to make sure Ji Xiao was far away before he asked, "Where did you get that Jinghong Mirror? "
Que Xianming's smile disappeared: "It's a long story, and it started from the fact that you and I parted ways in the secret realm of the vast sea..."
Immediately drink tea to moisten his mouth, and tell his own experience. It can be said that being trapped in a golden cage by Hu Si is too fat to be fed, so I don’t mention it if I can’t fly.
Meng Xueli clapped the table: "There's no reason! You have no grievances and no grudges, why should he bully you? Just because you're my friend? I've endured him for a long time!"
Que Xianming sighed, "He's Miao Yuan."
"What little circle?"
Que Xianming said anxiously: "Hu Xiaoyuan, don't you remember? What I did when I was young."
"You..." Meng Xueli was speechless, her mood was extremely complicated, why did Hu Xiaoyuan become Hu Si, why? !
But he didn't know Que Xianming felt the same way: why did Xiao Tingyun become Ji Xiao, and why? !
Meng Xueli asked, "And then? You stole his precious mirror and came to the demon world to seek revenge on Lingshan?"
Que Xianming sighed again: "I'm trapped in a golden cage by chains, how can I escape? He let me come. Lingshan sent him an invitation to the Ten Thousand Demons Conference. He sent Chun Shui and Qiu Guang with a treasure mirror and carried me by the way. , no, I mean carrying a cage to the meeting."
Meng Xueli said in a deep voice, "It's not by the way, he had long predicted that you would steal the treasure mirror."
The two complex and huge formations in Fengyue City cannot be completed by Lingshan alone. Who is instructing him
"You said that he did all this?!" Que Xianming got up, saw Meng Xueli nod, and rushed out immediately.
"What!" Meng Xueli squeezed Qu Xianming's shoulder.
"I'll go to the world and make it clear to him! Ask him what he wants to do."
The bird first thought clearly, the big deal is to be locked up again. Besides, Chunshui and Qiuguang treated him well. He stole the treasure mirror and left without saying goodbye, which made the two women sad and worried.
"Wait. A demon is coming." Meng Xueli stopped Qu Xianming, and Chi Chu's voice just sounded outside the door: "Your Majesty, the blood vine demon asks to see you."
Meng Xueli cleared his throat: "Pass him in."
Que Xianming took a deep breath, calmed down and sorted out the instrument, and went to open the door with a reserved attitude.
Outside the door, Chi Chu and Que Xianming are as serious as they can be, and they are dedicated to supporting Meng Xueli's demon king scene.
The blood vine demon saluted cautiously, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "The thing that the king ordered yesterday has been done by his subordinates."
He is the palace director of Lingshan, and he is conscious of his embarrassment.
The blood vine demon presented the book: "Please take a look at the king."
Que Xianming was a little surprised. Yesterday, they were busy rescuing the injured demon, cleaning up the rubble, relocating the wounded, and burying the corpses. The city was in chaos. Meng Xueli has no skills, yet still has the energy to rectify the old department of Lingshan
He heard the blood vine demon again: "This is only a rough number. The demon kings in different places have different appearances. The servants brought into the city cannot be counted, but the maximum is no more than a thousand, and the least is no more than a hundred, so it is counted as five hundred."
Que Xianming realized that he had made a mistake, Meng Xueli sent this demon to count casualties in the battle.
Meng Xueli flipped through the book at a glance, and said calmly, "You did a good job, let's go."
The blood vine demon respectfully thanked him, and Chi Chu closed the door and led him back. There are only broken walls and ruins in the Demon King's Palace, and the remote Zhuli Pavilion has not been affected, and temporarily serves as the new king's palace. If any big demon has something to report, he will come here to meet the King of Snow Mountain, and Chi Chu will pass the word and lead the way.
Meng Xueli became the demon king again, although the situation forced him to put the duck on the shelves, but since he did it, the burden of responsibility rested on his shoulders.
How many residents were in the inner city of Fengyue City, how many invitations were issued by the Ten Thousand Demons Conference, and how many demons were invited into the inner city... No demon knew these numbers better than the palace chief Xue Teng. It is said that he could draw out vine branches and transcribe more than ten invitations at the same time. Looking at how many monsters survived today, we will know the number of casualties the night before.
"How?" Que Xianming asked.
"In one night, 30,000 died and 60,000 were seriously injured. This Ten Thousand Demons Conference was even worse than our 'Battle of the Plains'." Meng Xueli sighed with a heavy heart.
The King of Snow Mountain once fought for the unification of the demon world. Every time he went to a place, he first proposed a one-on-one battle with the local demon king, and the other party could choose ten demon generals under his account to help out. Therefore, despite years of fighting, the demon soldiers under his command did not suffer many casualties, and the number of little demons who took refuge in him was increasing day by day.
Until the demon kings who opposed him united to form a huge coalition, a demon suggested: "That mink is from the snow-capped mountains. I am afraid that he is best at fighting in high mountains and glaciers, but not good at fighting on open plains. We may fight on the plains, or there is a chance of winning."
This battle on the plains lasted for seven days and seven nights. The King of Snow Mountain won the final victory and officially established the status of the demon king. At that time, the King of Snow Mountain said: "Within ten years of the demon world, it is not appropriate to start a large-scale war again."
Unexpectedly, Lingshan rebelled and slaughtered the old part of Xueshan; the Ten Thousand Demons Conference was launched twice, and the situation changed overnight. The situation was even worse than the battle of the plains.
Qiao Xianming thought of this, and he was very concerned. He saw with his own eyes that countless little demons died in pain, and they didn't even know why. They came to Fengyue City from all directions, with good expectations, indulging in the fragrance of flowers and wine, wanting to witness the Yaozu to glory, and sincerely believe in the beautiful future described by Lingshan...
Lingshan brought this terrible disaster, but Lingshan was already dead. Ashes vanished, no bones left.
Que Xianming gritted his teeth and said, "How can Xiao Yuan help Zhou to abuse him?!"
"It's not helping Zhou to abuse, it's pushing the boat along the river." Meng Xueli said earnestly, "A Que, listen to me, he's not your Xiao Yuan anymore."
"No." Que Xianming slumped and sat down, as if all his strength had been taken away, "If you don't let me go to him and ask him clearly, what else can I do?"
Meng Xueli took a deep look at Que Xianming: "No matter what his purpose is, the disaster of the demon clan has become a reality. Even if you ask him, what can you ask? You can't kill him."
"Yes." Que Xianming was stinged by these words, and said astringently: "I just hate that I can't kill him."
Meng Xueli whispered, "Maybe I can."
Que Xianming was startled, and his heart was numb: "You, do you want to kill Hu Si?"
Meng Xueli raised one index finger and made a "shush" gesture: "Don't say it. This matter will not happen overnight, I need to wait for my Dao Companion to recover my identity, wait for me to use the powerful demon power in my body for my own use, and wait for the situation in the demon world. Stability... We think long term."
Meng Xueli only went to Yunyu with Ji Xiao last night, and this morning she was fresh and she planned to kill his senior brother. It sounded absurd, even a little cold-hearted.
When it comes to the grudge between Meng Xueli and Hu Si, it can be said that they have been grumbling for a long time.
He suspected that Hu Si was involved in Ji Xiao's death, although he had no evidence, and Ji Xiao himself seemed unwilling to find out. If there is only one thing, he can let Ji Xiao make a choice and respect the Dao Companion's decision.
However, Fengyue City's assistance to Lingshan's layout will involve the lives of tens of thousands of demon clan, and Meng Xueli can no longer tolerate it!
He loves Ji Xiao very much. If necessary, he is even willing to give his life in exchange for Ji Xiao's life.
Just like the choice he made in the Demon Palace Great Array. Although he had the intention to sacrifice himself and save the demon clan, there was only time for one sentence in the end. The "last words" he wanted to say the most was not what would happen to the human race, the demon race, or the three realms, but that he would be a Taoist partner with Ji Xiao in the next life. .
However, this fiery, deep love could not eliminate his dangerous thoughts.
He wants to kill Hu Si. Even if Ji Xiao was angry and painful when he found out, even if they couldn't go back to the past.
Que Xianming was still in shock: "Have you made up your mind?"
"In terms of deductions, I can't count him. I can only kill him!" Meng Xueli stretched out his hand: "It's the two of us again, will you help me?"
Qu Xianming looked into his eyes. Meng Xueli changed from a monster to a human, his pupil color changed, but his eyes were firm again.
Inexplicably, Que Xianming remembered a long time ago, when there was no Ji Xiao, no Hu Si, or even Lingshan, and there were no thousands of demon soldiers and generals.
Only the two of them together.
Laughing together, fighting and fighting together, giving each other back.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp high-five, and Que Xianming held his hand tightly: "Of course. I will help you."
***
In the early autumn of the world, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the forest is deep and the grass is lush.
Hanshan is in the north and Mingyue Lake is in the south. Thousands of miles apart, facing each other in the distance, the mountains and rivers are far away.
There are still more than a few months before the "Autumn Water Decoction Ceremony", but the Hanshan disciples who participated in the conference have already set off.
I haven't been down the mountain for a long time, I don't know the beautiful scenery outside the mountain.
The team was led by the Chongbi Peak Master, and the young disciples did not wear sect robes, but only dressed in ordinary clothes; they did not use flying instruments, but only used light body techniques to climb mountains and mountains, like a group of swordsmen who traveled far away with swords in their hands.
Passing by the market to rest, often listening to others talking about how Hanshan is, the disciples are very interested, but they don't care much. When the road was uneven, he drew his sword to help, stopped and walked, and only walked out of the north for half a month.
The further south you go, the more rivers there are, the more people change the waterway, and the closer to the boundary of Mingyue Lake, the air is humid, the aura is rich, and the landscape is more beautiful.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait are continuous, and the water waves are vast for thousands of miles. Flocks of white birds flutter their wings, rising and falling among the green mountains and clear waters.
The boat swayed, looking at the mist and the twilight. It is a completely different scenery from Lonely High and Cold Mountain.
As for the crack in the sky, monks and mortals are gradually getting used to it. Anyway, it's there, it doesn't hurt or itches, but it can be seen as a strange landscape.
The weather is cooler, and the moon's shadow is getting round. The Hanshan disciples began to meet other cultivators on their way.
Most of the people who came by boat were poor and scattered cultivators and small sects, who were reluctant to sit, or could not afford flying instruments.
The Sanctuary Alliance is not the poorest, but they still owe money to Qian Yuzhi, and it is not easy to be extravagant, so they also take the boat.
Standing on the bow of the boat, Yu Qishu looked at the scenery, and saw a familiar figure on the other boat not far away—the girl in the alley of Hanmen City, who seemed to be named Qingdai.
Three encounters, it's still fate. Yu Qishu waved his hand happily.
Before Qingdai agreed, the expressions of the three or four scattered cultivators around her suddenly changed:
"I'm going! Look, it's that kid again! Why didn't he wear the Hanshan Taoist robe?"
"What's going on with his cultivation, isn't he growing too fast? The last time I saw him in the alley, it was clearly not like this!"
"Call him over, let's try him!"
Qingdai warned in a low voice: "Be careful, don't cause trouble before the conference."
A loose cultivator shouted loudly: "Do you also go to the meeting? Where do you come from?"
Yu Qishu replied, "North."
"That's a long way. It's not easy to come here. Come and have a grilled fish and two drinks from the small bar."
The Hanshan disciple here heard it and said to Yu Qishu, "Senior Brother Yu, be careful, the origin of those scattered cultivators is unknown."
"It's alright, there is a fellow Daoist I know."
Yu Qishu did not suspect that he was there, so he lifted his breath and jumped up. Between the two take-offs and landings, he swept out more than twenty feet, and floated lightly on the other party's boat. The bow did not sway.
The waters are rich in spiritual energy, and the fish is also fat and delicious. After roasting, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the aroma wafts in the wind.
Several masters of the Loose Cultivation Alliance tried different tricks to try Yu Qishu's cultivation, but they were both shocked and suspicious. But Yu Qishu really came to eat fish, so she wiped her mouth and left.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I can't repay you, this is for you." Yu Qi patted her sleeves and took out a few hypericum flowers, "A little hometown specialty."
The scattered cultivators were holding peach blossom branches, stunned and at a loss.
Since the split of Hanshan, Meng Xueli's identity has become a mystery, and the sales of peach blossoms in Changchun Peak have declined slightly. Qian Zhenren bought brocade clothes and precious swords for Yu Qishu, so that he could bring the goods at this conference, and he specially explained to him that as long as he made friends or who he liked, he would send a Changchun peach blossom to help hypericum flowers. advertise.
So when the Hanshan Sword Sect arrived at Mingyue Lake, before the conference started, Yu Qishu became famous first.
— "Meng Xueli's second disciple, that handsome swordsman who gave peach blossoms to everyone."
All the way to the autumn water road, the romantic name is thin.