On the rooftop on a midsummer night when he was seven years old, the boy's voice suppressed his anger.
—"I can see, Xie Shiyi, I will guide you."
Now there are the messy red lines, peach blossoms, candlelight, and insect chirping.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
Xie Shiyi's grip on his wrist loosened little by little.
Yan Qing was not afraid of death and insisted on saying something more, with a smile on his face: "Xian Zun, do you know the left and the right now?"
Xie Shiyi said: "It was you who couldn't tell left from right at the beginning."
Yan Qing was not angry. They had argued about this matter for a whole year when they were seven years old. There was no point in arguing about it again now.
Yan Qing looked at Xie Shiyi's eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Wait, I'll find you a white cloth to cover your eyes."
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yan Qing then remembered that Xie Shiyi had specially opened this room for him to sleep in, and smiled, "I'm not sleepy yet."
Xie Shiyi raised his hand, touched his eyes, and said casually: "Yan Qing, you are now in the Qi Refining Stage. Tomorrow, it will be tens of millions of miles from here to Nanzezhou."
"… "
Yan Qing was grateful to him for reminding her about her cultivation all the time.
Originally, Yan Qing did not think that recovering his cultivation was an urgent matter.
He has soul threads and is familiar with all kinds of formations and spells. As long as he doesn't do anything stupid, he will have no problem running rampant throughout the Upper Heaven.
But after hearing about the nine major sects and three families from Xie Shiyi, he silently put cultivation on the agenda again.
Yan Qing sat opposite him and said casually, "Xie Shiyi, what was your cultivation level when you won the top spot in the Qingyun Conference last time?"
Xie Shiyi: "Mahayana."
Yan Qing pretended to applaud: "Not bad." He pointed at himself and curved his eyes: "Yaoyao, do you think that with my recovery speed, I can win the first place in the Qingyun Ranking this time?"
Xie Shiyi said slowly: "I don't think you can even attend the Qingyun Conference."
Yan Qing: “Haha.”
He met Xie Shiyi's somewhat dim eyes and felt a little itchy.
Xie Shiyi's facial features actually looked a bit cold and sharp, but his dark satin hair and pale skin neutralized that alienation. His eyes, which I dared not look directly at before, were now covered with a layer of mist, hiding all the murderous intent and looking at him, and I felt much closer.
Yan Qing slammed the table and said: "No, I have to find something to cover your eyes." He didn't have any other thoughts, just missed the little boy with his eyes covered with black silk.
They lived in this wing of the Ascension Pavilion for five years. Five years, compared to the long life of a monk, was insignificant, like a blink of an eye.
But the years we experience in our youth are always different from those later.
Yan Qing still remembered every blade of grass and every old item here. He stood up and said, "Everything you saw has been transformed back to the original, right?"
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing: "The place where the scissors and cloth were originally placed seemed to be next door."
He walked out, and when he opened the door, a river of stars and moons spread all over the ground.
Xie Shiyi sat at the table, his snow-white clothes swaying on the ground, quietly looking up ahead, his dark pupils blue-gray. The cold moon was like frost, and a tiny white flower was blown into the door and window by the wind, brushing against his robe and falling into his hands. Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes, his expression in the half-bright and half-dark light, it was hard to tell clearly.
Yan Qing rummaged through the drawers in the next room and found a pair of scissors and cloth.
In fact, he wanted to cut some of the shark silk from Xie Shiyi's body. These two things were extremely expensive in the world of cultivation and hard to find. But he could imagine Xie Shiyi's cold eyes.
Yan Qing curled her lips, cut a strip of white cloth with a pair of scissors, then held it in her hand and walked back.
"Immortal Venerable."
Maybe because he kept calling him "Immortal Lord" when he was acting crazy and stupid before, Yan Qing now feels that calling him by this Taoist name is quite meaningful.
Immortal Duwei didn't want to pay attention to him.
Yan Qing spoke lazily, amusing himself: "Xian Zun, please look at me. Oh, Xian Zun can't look at me now."
Yan Qing walked around and stood behind Xie Shiyi, grabbing Xie Shiyi's black hair in his hand without any psychological burden. As he wrapped the white cloth around Xie Shiyi's face.
Xie Shiyi spoke up: "What are you using?"
Yan Qing: "Cloth."
Xie Shiyi: "What kind of cloth?"
Yan Qing said: "A clean cloth will do. I advise you not to worry too much."
Xie Shiyi said in a cold tone, mockingly: "Don't you have too many things to do?"
"Oh." Yan Qing tied the white cloth into a knot without any expression.
Xie Shiyi's hair was very long and smooth, with a few strands hanging down at her temples, and her lips were tightly pursed.
Yan Qing walked forward, looked over, and said, "It's OK."
When Xie Shiyi was a child, he covered his eyes with a layer of black cloth to prevent his eyes from getting hurt again. When he grew up, he did it purely because Yan Qing had nothing to do. He originally thought that after Xie Shiyi put on a layer of white cloth, he would look sickly. Unexpectedly, after covering his dim eyes, his murderousness did not decrease but increased.
Yan Qing: "You are a good leader of the Immortal Alliance."
Xie Shiyi asked indifferently: "Is the trouble over?"
Yan Qing was very perceptive and said, "That's it. I'm going to sleep."
Yan Qing walked to the center of the room, where there was a bed with neatly-made bedding, and nothing else on it. When Xie Shiyi was a child, he slept very little. If he wasn't practicing, he would watch her and quarrel with her.
After a day and night of tossing and turning, Yan Qing was a little tired. He turned over and lay on the bed, yawning. The moment his head touched the pillow, Yan Qing felt sleepiness surge towards him like a tide, and his eyelids were fighting.
The subtle chirping of insects and the faint sound of bells outside became the best lullaby.
Yan Qing had never had a good night's sleep, whether in his previous life or in his rebirth. Now, with Xie Shiyi by his side and Tianxia watching over him, he probably subconsciously relaxed his vigilance against danger.
When they were seven years old, although they stumbled a lot, they finally learned how to fly swords and successfully enrolled in Dengxian Pavilion.
Then when I arrived at Dengxian Pavilion, I immediately faced the second problem: poverty.
He was so poor that he only had one spirit stone and could not make ends meet.
Yu Yanqing decided to take a gamble.
There is a casino in the city called Qingzhuang Casino, where the chips gradually increase from the outside to the inside. Xie Shiyi made his own arrangements, and was completely dragged over by him. He gave his body to Yan Qing and watched coldly from beginning to end.
Yan Qing was doing very well outside and soon made a fortune. He became ambitious and rushed inside, but ended up not being in harmony with the feng shui there.
After three games, he was left with only his capital, so he could only sneak back to the outside field with a piece of spiritual lime.
Yan Qing gritted his teeth: "I don't believe this."
Yan Qing, who didn't believe in evil, went to the casino again and again that day. He made money outside and lost money inside.
When Yang Luoshan had to return to Dengxian Pavilion, Yan Qing accepted his fate and sighed before making a little money outside and then stopped.
The sky was filled with fiery clouds, and the clouds were crimson.
Yan Qing looked at the sky and said, "Xie Shiyi, we seem to be late. What should we say if we are to be arrested by the steward?"
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Tell the truth."
Yan Qing was shocked: "Ah? Tell the truth. We have been hanging out in the casino all day today. If we tell the truth, won't we be scolded?"
Xie Shiyi laughed sarcastically: "Aren't we robbing the poor and helping the rich today?"
Yan Qing said "oh" and nodded.
He thought Xie Shiyi was planning to make up a good story of robbing the rich to help the poor to fool the steward.
But the next second Yan Qing reacted and almost wanted to strangle Xie Shiyi to death.
Bullshit, robbing the poor to help the rich!
Dengxian Pavilion is a famous institution of higher learning.
Xie Shiyi began to show his talent among them, and the Xie family finally began to pay attention to him, sending him spiritual stones and treasures continuously.
Although they were no longer short of money, Xie Shiyi still maintained the things in the room and did not move anything.
Bed boards, wooden tables, chairs, and even rusty bells.
Yan Qing and Xie Shiyi’s cultivation and learning are almost synchronized, because most of the time, he has to take the lead when encountering danger.
And, the most important reason…
When they were seven years old, they were still very wary of each other, thinking that the other was too strong and would kill them directly.
The next morning, when Yan Qing came to the room, Xie Shiyi was no longer in the room. It was dawn outside, and the morning glow was crimson.
Bu Dezhi was still sleeping soundly, so Yan Qing just picked it up and took it away.
Bu Zhi drooped his ears and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why are you calling me 'sama'?"
Yan Qing said: "I'll take you to see the world."
Frustrated, he died of laughter on the spot: "Damn, you thought—"
Yan Qing said: "Let's go to Wang Zong."
The "boast" that followed was swallowed back before he could even utter it out loud. His red eyes almost popped out of his head: "Forget, forget, forget your sect?"
Yan Qing said: "Yeah."
The cage formation opened, and the icy blue light that enveloped the Huichun Sect dissipated. Almost at the moment the formation was cancelled, Chengying led the Liuguang Sect and his group away, not wanting to stay for a moment.
Yan Qing politely accepted the warmth and kindness from the clan leader and his father.
The sect master was beaming with joy: "Yan Qing, there is no need to miss the Huichun Sect. We will meet again at the Qingyun Conference! Practice well. Uncle Master is waiting to see your name on the Qingyun List."
Huai Xu was worried: "Qingqing, you must be careful when you go to Nanzezhou alone."
Yan Qing smiled and nodded. After Ah Hua and Ah Hu thanked him, and Congming gave him tearful blessings, Yan Qing twisted the red string between his fingers, turned around, and looked towards Tian Zhengxin, who was in the upper heaven.
His eyes gradually became darker.
The upper heaven, the nine major sects.
Ever since Tianshu knew that Xie Ying was going to go back to Wangxiang Sect with them, he almost jumped up and down with excitement. His old bones couldn't close their mouths: "Du Wei is going back to the sect? Oh, this is great, this is great!"
Heng Bai was also overwhelmed by this good news.
Senior Brother Xie is going back to the sect? !
If this matter gets out, I'm afraid the whole Nanze Province will be shocked.
The name Xie Ying was like a legend in Wang Xuan Sect. The young man was simple-minded and admired the strong. What he saw was not the power in Xie Ying's hands, but his amazing talent and his number one status on the Qingyun Ranking.
The chief disciple of Wang Sect, as clear as the wind and bright as the moon, is famous throughout the world.
In the world of cultivation, Xie Ying has disappeared from everyone's sight for a long time.
Even if he hadn't been in seclusion for a hundred years, the Xiaoyu Palace where he had lived for a long time would still be in the midst of thousands of flying snows, in the deep and cold Demon-Slaying Formation. It would be difficult for anyone other than a Mahayana cultivator to pass through. Except for the nine major sect masters and the three major family heads, the Xiaoyu Palace refused any outsiders to visit.