What did he just say
Oh, come in.
No wonder Xie Shiyi called him “Junior Brother” in that tone.
Yan Qing: “…”
Just then, the noon bell of the Wangqing Sect sounded, thick and muddy, spreading across more than 300 peaks. Yan Qing felt like he was struck by lightning, his scalp was numb, and a wave of heat rushed to his head. Not wanting to stay in this suffocating place for another second, he pressed his hand on the window sill and escaped directly through the window.
The group of students left in the classroom were like stiff stone statues, not knowing what to do after the get out of class.
After Xie Shiyi came, Bu Zhi had been hiding in Yan Qing's sleeves. Now that Yan Qing brought him out, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly flapped his wings and flew to Yan Qing's shoulder, turning his eyes curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Qing asked calmly: "Is there any medicine that can make people lose their memory?"
Dezhi: "What? You're just drinking it yourself?"
Yan Qing: "No, I want to give it to Xie Shiyi."
He had never been so speechless and embarrassed in his entire life! When Yan Qing thought about facing Xie Shiyi at Yuqing Peak tonight, he felt so miserable that he wanted to bang his head on the ground!
He walked deep into the bamboo forest and bumped into a disciple from the Tianjie classroom who was leaving get out of class at the same time. Mingze saw him at a glance in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and after saying goodbye to the classmates around him, he happily came to find him.
“Brother Yan!”
When Yan Qing saw him, he looked him up and down and asked, "Daoyou Mingze? You were not injured after returning from Nanshi, right?"
Mingze shook his head like a rattle, embarrassed: "No, no, I'm not hurt. But Brother Yan, nothing happened to you after you were kidnapped by that demon, right?"
Yan Qing exhaled faintly and said, "It's okay."
Everything was fine that night, but something went wrong today.
Mingze scratched his hair awkwardly and said with a smile: "I wanted to follow you and Senior Brother Xie, but that senior from the Immortal Alliance said that I was cast into a formation by the demons and needed to return to the sect to rest early, so I left first."
Yan Qing couldn't help but look at him and smiled: "Can you explain it to me? Come to think of it, I was a burden to you that day."
Mingze: "No, no, no. If I hadn't fallen into the clutches of the devil, I wouldn't have gotten you caught." He looked at Buzhi and asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Yan, what exactly is your pet? It looks like a bat, but if you look closely, it looks more like a bird. Does it have a name?"
Yan Qing glanced at Buzhi. Buzhi suddenly perked up when he was asked his name. But he was cursed by Yan Qing and couldn't speak in front of others, which made him feel aggrieved - could his reputation as "the black bat that destroys the world" only be known by one person
Yan Qing smiled and said, "I don't know what it is. It has a name, but it's called Dezhi."
Mingze: "Ah? Unsuccessful?"
... Frustrated? Why would an owner give a pet this name
Yan Qing said meaningfully: "This name also has a history."
The origin of this is that this bat is so argumentative. Such an argumentative person must have a very hard life, so every sentence seems to be "telling about a life of frustration".
Yan Qing smiled inexplicably, but said slowly: "It's a long story, a long story."
Mingze was stunned. It was a long story? After he realized what was happening, he immediately stood in awe. He looked at Buzhi with a complicated look. His impression of Buzhi changed from "a ferocious and evil bird" to "a ferocious and evil bird with a heavy past".
His eyes were filled with deep emotion. Frustrated, unsuccessful.
Love and hate are never achieved in life.
How much of a rough, struggling and displaced life must one have to live up to such a name.
Unsuccessful: “?”
Dezhi: "Why does this person look at me in such a strange way?"
Yan Qing chuckled and said, "You must be shocked by your name."
Mingze said again: "Brother Yan, I'm going to Jingnu Peak later. Would you like to go with me?"
Yan Qing was stunned: "Quiet Wrath Peak?"
Mingze said, "Yes, my master came out of retreat a few days ago and learned about Senior Zixiao's death. He asked me to deliver something to Jingnu Peak."
Yan Qing nodded and said, Jingnu Peak, it seems that Zixiao is in the cave of Wangqing Sect.
"good."
Although Zixiao is the supreme elder, he has been alone all his life and does not accept disciples or servants, so the Jingnu Peak where he lives is the only outer peak.
There is no formation set up on Jingnu Peak, nor is it covered with frost and snow like Xie Shiyi's Yuqing Peak where birds fly.
When you walk in, the first thing you see is the long green maple forest. It is a bright spring day, and there is a thick layer of leaves.
Mingze took out a small paper crane and let it lead the way. As they walked, he said curiously, "Senior Zixiao has a hot temper and hates evil. I don't know why he planted so many green maples in front of the cave."
Yan Qing was silent for a while, then said softly: "Maybe it's because the green maple tree in the room symbolizes lovesickness."
Mingze: “Ah?”
Yan Qing stretched out his hand, a maple leaf fell on his palm, and said: "It also means nostalgia."
The cracked leaves were blown away from my hands by the wind.
The maple leaf is shaped like open wings, flying freely, while the green maple tree is rooted in its native land, standing tall and silent, like a quiet retention.
Yan Qing had read about his life in the Dongxu Secret Realm, so he didn't feel so unfamiliar when walking in the maple forest.
He saw many familiar places: stone tables and chairs covered with dust and dead leaves, the dilapidated three-story bluestone steps, and the corridors and side rooms that imitated old residences.
Zixiao's residence is deep in the maple forest.
Jing Ruyu knelt down in the rain, covered her face and cried, stretched out her hands helplessly, and her red nail polish fell, leaving countless traces of blood. It was also here that the girl who was never valued became the noble and unparalleled leader of the Fuhua Sect in her sister's place, step by step.
The grudges were settled, and in the final farewell, the girl in the blue skirt looked back gracefully, pretending to be an old friend in the underworld and said softly, "Brother, I forgive you."
Zixiao might have almost gone insane at that time.
Yan Qing smiled sarcastically.
Mingze did not dare to go in, so he stood in front of the door and whispered, "I heard from my fellow brothers that Elder Zixiao is a very strange person in the sect. As the supreme elder, he always carries a sword and travels around to punish evildoers. He rarely appears in front of the public."
Yan Qing: "He rarely appears in front of the public? Then how did your master get to know him?"
Mingze said: "I don't know. I only know that my master has received the kindness of Elder Zixiao."
Yan Qing said: "Since you have accepted the favor, why doesn't your master come here in person?"
Mingze was quite embarrassed: "Because later, Master and Elder Zixiao became enemies. In fact, Elder Zixiao is straightforward and has many enemies in the upper heaven."
Yan Qing smiled.
Mingze said again: "Brother Yan, do you know why this peak is called Jingnu Peak?"
Yan Qing: "Why?"
Mingze said, "I heard from my fellow brothers that this peak was originally called Guanxia Peak. It was renamed after the sect master gave this peak to Elder Zixiao after he became a disciple. Quiet Rage, Quiet Rage. This is also the sect master's admonition to Elder Zixiao."
Yan Qing said: "That's a very sensible exhortation."
What kind of person Zixiao was could be seen from the Dongxu Secret Realm. He was lonely, vicious, irritable, and easily angered. Yan Qing still remembered the first scene of the Secret Realm, when the young man in black with an injured eye and a scar running through his entire face was walking home from the countryside with a knife in his hand. The anger in his eyes almost burned his soul.
After that, blood flowed like a river. Deep in my memory, there was a vast rain. The worried look in the eyes of an old man before he died, and the crying girl who rushed over to me and called me brother.
All the things in the past have paved the way for the long green maple forest on Jingnu Peak, a hometown that I can never return to.
Mingze took out a box from his sleeve, opened it, and poured out a glass of wine.
Following the order of his master, he poured the wine on the ground as his final farewell.
Putting the wine glass on the ground, Mingze said, "Brother Yan, let's go."
Yan Qing nodded.
Mingze looked at Qingfeng Forest thoughtfully and said, "I've heard rumors before that Elder Zixiao killed his relatives to prove his truth in the human world. I learned the truth after I worshipped Jingshuangfeng. Elder Zixiao was harmed by a villain: the villain set up an illusion to confuse him, making Elder Zixiao think that his relatives died at the hands of a demon. The demon also turned into the image of his parents, waiting for him to come to his house and die."
"The elder returned home on a rainy night with a knife in hand, and killed all the demons to avenge his hatred. When he regained consciousness, he discovered that the dead were not demons, but his parents and sister."
Yan Qing already knew all this, so he didn't say anything.
Mingze scratched his head, very confused: "Brother Yan, how could he have been killed by mistake? When Elder Zixiao took action, didn't his parents call out his name? If they were blood relatives, how could they not tell the truth from the false?"
Yan Qing recalled the scene in the Dongxu Secret Realm and said quietly: "Maybe he was blinded by anger at that time."
The maple forest rustled and the maple leaves fell gently.
The leaf fell into a pair of beautiful white hands, and was shattered by the internal force. Jing Ruyu finished her practice, opened her eyes, and walked down from the sleeping pine stone on Xuanji Peak. As she walked out, a maid with a new face next to her came forward respectfully and said, "Master, the third son of the Qin family has been waiting in Xuanji Palace for a long time."
On the way from the back mountain to the Xuanji Palace, the palace maids and guards knelt in a row in the corridor, bowed deeply, and dared not speak out.
Jing Ruyu asked the maid, "How long has Qin Changxi been here?"
The maid didn't dare to address the Third Master Qin by name, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, I've been here for a few hours."
Xuanji Hall is the main hall of Fuhua Sect, which is used for meetings and no outsiders are allowed to enter. The maid waited respectfully outside the door. When Jing Ruyu walked in, Qin Changxi did not sit down, but raised his head and looked at the plaque above Xuanji Hall. Xuanji Hall was named "Xuanji" and was decorated with the most luxurious things in the world. The plaque was particularly attentive. The word "Xuanji" was written by the previous sect master himself, which contained the vast meaning of the divine period. The surrounding was decorated with colored glaze to look like the Big Dipper Star River, and the Xuanji Jade Balance was shining.
Qin Changxi was wearing a silver mask and a red robe. When he saw you coming in, he pretended to bow and said, "Greetings, Sect Master."
Jing Ruyu smiled: "There's no need to be polite between you and me." She said calmly: "I wonder if Master Qin was looking at you just now?"
Qin Changxi smiled, holding the folding fan, and said, "I'm looking at the beads under the door plaque."
Jing Ruyu raised her eyebrows: "Beads?"
Qin Changxi: "Yes, this bead looks ordinary, but it contains a myriad of things. I think it should be a glass jade bead?"
Jing Ruyu smiled without changing her expression and said, "Mr. Qin San has good taste."
Qin Changxi and Jing Ruyu didn't communicate much, and their relationship was not close. He also knew that the current leader of Fuhua Sect didn't have a very good patience. After a smile, he got straight to the point: "Actually, I came here today to ask the leader, where did Fuhua Sect arrange the venue for the Qingyun Conference this time?"
Her red lips were slightly raised, as if she was smiling, and she was full of joking: "Mr. Qin, you are asking me about Qingyun?"
Although the Qingyun Conference was a grand event held once every hundred years, it was only "grand" in the eyes of the sect disciples and the world's independent cultivators. A sect recruiting a few new disciples would not be taken seriously by the elders, let alone the sect master.
For people of their status, the Qingyun Conference was like a child's play. The Qingyun Ranking that everyone talked about was just a symbol of young people's desire to show off. In the Qingyun Conference, the only thing that Jing Ruyu cared about was the gathering of the Nine Sects and Three Gates on this matter.
Jing Ruyu said nonchalantly: "I handed the Qingyun Society over to Elder Cangqing of my sect. I don't know the details."
Qin Changxi smiled meaningfully and said, "I advise the Sect Master to arrange it personally this time."
Jing Ruyu said: "Hmm? What do you mean?"
Qin Changxi asked, "Have you met Xie Ying, Sect Master?"
When Jing Ruyu heard the name, her face instantly turned cold. She stared at him with a frosty tone, "Yes. What do you think of Xie Ying's story of breaking through the Ruthless Dao in Shifang City a hundred years ago? I want to see if he—"
Qin Changxi: "Look, he is still at the peak of his powers, right?"
Jing Ruyu remained silent.
Qin Changxi touched the hollow plum blossom on the folding fan with his fingers: "Did Xie Ying tell you?"
Jing Ruyu sneered repeatedly: "He asked me to guess what he did during his one hundred years of seclusion."
Qin Changxi smiled at him and tried to comfort him: "Master, you are angry. It is not so easy to destroy the Dao and rebuild it. He actually dared to destroy the ruthless Dao. There must be a serious injury in his Dantian. He will be more restrained in his actions after a hundred years."
Jing Ruyu continued to sneer: "Restrain yourself? After coming out of seclusion, you killed six people from the Qin, Xiao, and Yin families. Is this what you call restraint?"
Qin Changxi did not answer directly, but smiled and said, "Master Jing, Xie Ying is not in Xiaoyu Palace now."
Jing Ruyu was slightly stunned: "Not in Xiaoyu Palace?"
Qin Changxi nodded: "Yes, the last time Sect Master Yin and I went to see him, we didn't see the real person at all, only a hummingbird perched there - Xie Ying is now in the Wangqing Sect."
Jing Ruyu raised her eyebrows.
After Xie Ying entered the Xiaoyu Palace, he rarely appeared in Nanzezhou. The snowstorm was heavy in the Demon Slayer Formation. Every time they paid a visit, they could only see the hand holding the pen from afar. He wrote down his name with a red pen, deciding life and death.
"What is he doing in Wangqing Sect?"
Qin Changxi smiled: "I heard from Liuguang Sect that Xie Ying has a new Taoist partner."