As the day dawned, there was a sound of missing people from the mountain. Chenji Mountain was noisy all night, the carnival of the Demon Dao on the Hall of No Evil and the fire of Xiyue Peak spread throughout the rivers and lakes before dawn, and in front of the mountain gate, the absurdity and madness that belonged to both of them were unknown.
Mo Qing hung the only small silver mirror tied to his life experience around Lu Zhaoyao's neck. She fell asleep, unconscious.
In fact, he was worried, how should he face the sober Lu Zhaoyao? If she recalled these events tonight, what would she do with him? Keep him, or... expel him
If the former, it should be the best he expected, if the latter...
Watching Sima Rong bring someone to find Lu Zhaoyao, and then take away the sleepy her. Mo Qing had to hide in his large black robe as usual, stepped aside, and watched them leave quietly.
The days that followed were as difficult as waiting for a sentence, but Mo Qing did not expect that after Lu Zhaoyao had fallen asleep for half a month, when he woke up, he had forgotten the madness half a month ago.
She is not pretending, because it was from that time that Mo Qing knew that the mirror he had brought on his body since he was a child could actually spy on people's hearts.
He found Lu Zhaoyao's heart, she really didn't remember anything, how to revel in the Hall of No Evil, how to burn Xiyue Peak, how to descend the mountain, how to spend a ridiculous night with him. She forgot to clean up.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible to talk about how to deal with Mo Qing.
He could not laugh or cry.
He has been restless for so many days, but for Lu Zhaoyao, it is a dream... not as good.
However, what can be done, this is Lu Zhaoyao. He likes the road swagger.
However, after this matter, the looking glass that was given to Lu Zhaoyao made him a little worried. He knew that the mirror should not stay on Lu Zhaoyao's neck all the time, because even if he was sitting in front of the mountain gate guarding the formation, he could occasionally hear her sighing in the Hall of No Evil: "Hey, Yuan Jie's words are too old to say. It's too much. Find an excuse to spend him another day. Don't come back to the meeting. Why is Sima Rong talking about my drinking again? It's so annoying. Let Seventeen sew his mouth with Yuan Jie. Hey, Seventeen seems to have grown her breasts recently, it's time to give her the whole bellyband..."
Facing the whistling killing formation like this, he smiled inadvertently.
He should have brought that mirror back, because Lu Zhao definitely didn't like his mind being spied on.
But what should he say
Sect master, give me back the token of love I gave you. He could not explain this, nor could he speak. And... Every day I can hear Lu Zhaoyao's voice, for Mo Qing, who is guarding the mountain gate, it's really...
So funny.
It was like a gift from God, allowing him to have such a close contact with Lu Zhaoyao. He sat in front of the mountain gate and looked into the distance, but his heart was quiet, secretive, like a voyeur, full of guilt but control. He kept looking into the heart of the person he couldn't touch or touch.
It made him addicted and made him more and more unable to extricate himself.
He is so ostentatious, so no matter what her thoughts and thoughts are, he feels so cute. It was so cute that he wanted to hug her and kiss her all the time. If he could, he would take all the beauty she wanted and give it to her.
As long as she is happy.
But when Lu Zhaoyao brought Qin Qianxian back to Chenji Mountain, Mo Qing found out that he couldn't tolerate everything she liked.
He was angry for this, but after just a moment of anger, he suddenly woke up, he was not qualified to be angry.
He and Lu Zhaoyao were not only separated by tens of thousands of long steps on Chenji Mountain, she was the moon in the sky, and she did not belong to anyone, let alone him. He stood on the long steps in front of the mountain gate, looking far into the distance, the wind, fire, thunder and lightning were full of murderous aura in front of him, but the swaggering voice in his mind was calmer than ever before.
She is looking at Qin Qianxian at this time, she is thinking, how can anyone in the world be so beautiful
Mo Qing lowered his head, and the black robe covered his face.
He looked at the back of his hand, which was covered in black lines, and smiled coldly. Look, how ugly he is.
Qin Qianxian was released the next day, Lu Zhaoyao asked An Luowei to escort him down the mountain gate, the formation in front of the mountain gate went out, and a wide road was made for him.
Mo Qing saw him in the corner, plain clothes and plain clothes, his expression was indifferent, as if nothing in the world would remain in his heart, just one glance, Mo Qing knew why Lu Zhaoyao admired him.
And when Qin Qianxian left, he didn't look at anyone, only one side glanced at Mo Qing. Many years later, when Mo Qing thought of Qin Qianxian's glance, he seemed to have a feeling. Perhaps at that time, Qin Qianxian discovered his extraordinaryness. But after returning to the mountain, he was born with a demon, and he no longer had time to take care of things outside himself.
After that, Chenji Mountain was as usual, and Mo Qing was still guarding the mountain gate, carefully prying into Lu Zhaoyao's heart.
This is a secret that belongs to him alone, just like the night with Lu Zhaoyao, only he knows it. At that time, Mo Qing only said that he was a demon cultivator with a low level of cultivation, and his lifespan was destined to be shorter than that of many demon cultivators. When his fate is due, he will take all these secrets into the grave, without even telling Lu Zhaoyao.
It was an unexpected surprise, but he didn't expect that one day in the future, Lu Zhaoyao would leave his life first.
The news of Wan Junjian's birth came.
At the right time, Sima Rong was engrossed in his relationship with Yuezhu.
Sima Rong has many friends in Wanlumen, and he has a very close relationship with Lu Zhaoyao, but he only mentioned Yuezhu to Mo Qing. From the moment he knew that Yuezhu was a member of the Nanyue Sect, Mo Qing was in his heart. He became suspicious of this woman, but seeing Sima Rong's eyes full of love, Mo Qing could only remind him not to be too addicted.
But Mo Qing was the one who was the least qualified to persuade Sima Rong.
In fact, Yuezhu, as he suspected, was the spy of the Nanyue Sect who came to assassinate Sima Rong. However, Yuezhu was also moved by Sima Rong. She refused to kill Sima Rong and was forcibly tied by the Nanyue Sect. went back.
When Lu Zhaoyao went to Jianzhong with the power of Wanlumen, Sima Rong was going to Nanyue to teach and save people.
Mo Qing was worried about Lu Zhaoyao, so he left the mountain gate and followed the disciples to Jianzhong.
Outside the sword tomb, everyone obeyed Lu Zhaoyao's orders to resist the disciples of other sects outside the sword tomb. He took advantage of the chaos and used the mirror to look into Lu Zhaoyao's heart, avoiding the place she was concerned about. Secretly followed her into the sword mound.
Immortal Gate's ambush suddenly came. But their attention was on Lu Zhaoyao. Mo Qing knew that his cultivation was low. When Lu Zhaoyao was fighting with them, he hid quietly. He saw that Lu Zhaoyao was seriously injured and was forced to hide in secret. in the cracks of the rock, he knew what to do.
He should go out, help Lu Zhaoyao to lure away those people in the fairy sect, give her as much time as possible, let her win the Wanjun sword she dreams of, and then she can continue her journey.
For Mo Qing, this life was picked up by Lu Zhaoyao, and it can be used for her when it is most useful, and there is nothing to give up. It was just that he suddenly wanted to let Lu Zhaoyao see him at the last moment, he wanted Lu Zhaoyao to know that he had existed in her life, even if it was only for a moment.
It can be regarded as... It is an account of him to himself.
He appeared in front of Lu Zhaoyao. After she took precaution, her eyes lit up for a moment: "Mo Qing." She called out his name.
Just like that day at the foot of Chenji Mountain, before the formation, she lay on his chest and softly called his name. Mo Qing's heart softened in an instant, sour and astringent, astringent and painful.
She stared at him with bright eyes: "Do you like me?"
She asked these words suddenly, Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, but soon heard her voice from the mirror. Lu Zhaoyao is usually a big heart, but in fact he is a very smart person. She can read people's hearts, so she Can see through his thoughts in his actions.
She knew the longing in his heart, longing for her to remember him. But because Lu Zhaoyao was such a big-hearted person, to Lu Zhaoyao at that time, he was just her disciple and her pawn, so she could also stare at him with a smile after seeing through his desire: " You like me, you definitely don't want me to die here, right?"
She wants to use him.
Mo Qing lowered his eyes and stared at the small silver mirror in front of her chest. Even at this time, he still thought that she was cute and trembling. Even if she wanted to play with his life.
"This silver mirror will be used as a token for you. If you can keep me safe from here today, I will hold you in the devil's world and look down on the heroes in the future."
Well, she started to draw cakes for him.
After peeking at her thoughts for so many years, Mo Qing can actually figure out her thoughts without the help of a small silver mirror.
"You don't need to give me anything." He pressed Lu Zhaoyao's hand to take off the small silver mirror, "You can keep it, just keep it well."
Lu Zhaoyao doesn't need to know where this little silver mirror came from, or what this silver mirror means to him, she doesn't need to know anything, because of these things, he only needs to carry it himself.
As for Lu Zhaoyao, he just needs to continue to live his life, look at this little silver mirror occasionally, and think that there was a person like him in the world.
For him, this is enough to comfort those secret feelings that have been hidden for many years.
Lu Zhaoyao looked at him and smiled, trying to make her own expression look friendly: "You can help me lure those Immortal Sect disciples away, okay?"
How could it be bad? Seeing her smiling face at her, Mo Qing finally couldn't hold back her inner emotions. She raised her hand and stroked the intoxicating dimples on her cheeks, as if she had drank three thousand cups. , made him a little dazed: "Sect Master, I can put everything down for you, as long as you are well."
Perhaps this was the most blatant love story he could say to Lu Zhaoyao.
But Lu Zhaoyao didn't think so, she was disdainful, she was thinking, he could let go of everything, but because he had nothing.
Her thoughts brought him back to his senses.
Yes, apart from this life, he has nothing to give to Lu Zhaoyao.
She was the one who picked it up and should have died for her.
Mo Qing took his sword and walked out. He tried his best to lure the remaining Immortal Sect disciples, but the situation was not optimistic. He knew that even if he took his life here today, Wei Mo's skill would not be able to keep the road safe. After leaving, his only hope was in the sword mound.
He fought and retreated, finally retreated to the side of the sword mound, desperately climbed to the sword mound, his hamstring was torn off, he didn't have time to cry out in pain, he held the Wanjun sword that broke out of the ground, and his hands were full of blood. As soon as the hilt of the sword was lifted, the countless breaths were like sharp knives, which made him feel almost Ling Chi pain, the pain seemed to tear his soul, so that he could no longer hold back and fight for his last life, he shouted, completely. Pull the Wan Jun Sword out of the sword mound.
at once!
The devilish energy in the sword tomb oscillated out, carrying the power of destroying the ancients and destroying the earth, purging thousands of miles, and countless Xianmen people didn't even have time to cry out in this violent atmosphere, and they quietly melted. for ashes.
Mo Qing firmly held the Wanjun Sword, intending to prevent the riot when it was reborn.
Can't let it go any more, the swagger is still...
With a "Boom", the sword mound collapsed, and the huge stone buried the entire sword mound. However, when all the falling stones touched the force field around the Wanjun Sword, they instantly turned into rubbish centimeters.
The roar of the earth continued for a long time, and finally it slowly quieted down.
Holding the Wanjun Sword, Mo Qing stood up from the sword mound. He turned around and saw a mess. Only the collapsed gravel remained in the sword mound. Not sure who is who.
A huge fear spread all over Mo Qing's body instantly. The fear was like a maggot in the tarsus, digging through every inch of his bones, and finally jumping up on his heavenly cover, making his whole brain buzz.
He supported the Wanjun Sword, the world-famous ancient demon sword had already recognized its master, but at this time he was just holding it like a crutch, supporting his swaying body and letting him move forward.
He searched among the rubble and stumps: "Zhaoyao." He called these two words empty, Wan Jun Jian destroyed everything, and he didn't even hear an echo.
"Swagger..."
He didn't know where she was, but only vaguely felt that she seemed to be standing here just now, so he knelt down, digging stones with his hands, kept digging down, looking down, searching for a whole day, Yuan Jie led the dark Luo Wei found it and saw that the Wan Jun Sword was discarded by Mo Qing in the pile of rocks, and Mo Qing, who had removed the black pattern seal, was still digging rocks like crazy.
Before he could ask any questions, Yuan Jie led An Luowei and his disciples to search for three days and three nights in the sword tomb. He almost emptied the gravel on the sword tomb. Finally, at the bottom, he found a blood-stained little boy. Silver mirror.
Mo Qing looked at the silver mirror without saying a word.
Yuan Jie, who was next to him, finally gave up looking for Lu Zhaoyao's body. He ordered people to fetch the Wanjun Sword and bring it back to Wanlumen, but suddenly found that Wanjun Sword had recognized its master, and the master was Mo Qing.
Yuan Jie was furious and asked Mo Qing why he wanted to hurt Lu Zhaoyao on the spot.
Mo Qing only looked at the small silver mirror and remained silent.
He was listening carefully, but in any case, no matter how carefully he listened carefully, he couldn't hear the voice from the silver mirror.
The woman with the silver mirror is gone.
Yuan Jie asked him why he wanted to kill Lu Zhaoyao, but Mo Qing was speechless. When Yuan Jie raised his green steel rod in anger, he didn't resist, and it didn't matter if he died here. He cherished it in his heart, and he wanted to give all the people he wanted to protect, but in the end he died because of him.
He should have accompanies this life.
He be damned.
But Wan Junjian saved him.
When Yuan Jie was about to smash his head with a stick, the Wan Jun sword came horizontally, blocked Yuan Jie, floated in front of Mo Qing, and stunned everyone around him.
How ridiculous, Wan Jun Jian is protecting him. When he no longer needed any protection and had no fear, Wan Jun Jian actually protected him. If it was just now, I could protect Zhao Yao like this...
He was brought back to Wanlumen by Yuan Jie. Yuan Jie advocated that he should be pushed onto the corpse whip and beheaded to avenge the sect master. However, after returning from Nanyue Sect, Sima Rong, who had a broken leg, protected him. Sima Rong said that Lu Zhaoyao had once ordered the sect master, whoever killed her could become the sect master.
Sima Rong defied the public opinion and pushed him to the position of Wanlu Sect Master.
In fact, Mo Qing didn't want to cooperate. He accidentally heard Sima Rong coax Seventeen.
Since the death of Da Lu Zhaoyao, the seventeenth cried so hard that he wiped his eyes out with tears. Behind him, he heard seventeen hoarse questions to Sima Rong: "He killed the sect master, why do you still protect him as the sect master? You are also a traitor, and you are also unfaithful to the sect master!"
But Sima Rong said: "If something happened to Zhao Yao, I know that he will be sadder than everyone else, I know he didn't mean it, and now, the people who can take over the Wanlu Sect and support the sect established by Zhao Yao, in addition to Li Chenlan, who took the Wan Jun Sword, has no one else. Don't cry, I know there are undead grass overseas, you can help Zhao Yao find it, and wait for you to pick the grass back..."
Seventeen was deceived, and Mo Qing also understood the reason why Sima Rong insisted on making him the sect master.
For many years, he has seen through the secrets in his heart, and also knows his feelings for Lu Zhaoyao. Therefore, in order to live up to the Wanlu Sect, which Lu Zhaoyao had worked so hard to build, he gave him the position of Sect Master.
"Zhou Yao's unfulfilled dream, go ahead and complete it for her."
Sima Rong said this, Mo Qing held the Wan Jun Sword and could no longer refuse.
His life was picked up by Lu Zhaoyao. If he couldn't die for Lu Zhaoyao, he would guard the things she left in this world until he was exhausted.
Mo Qing took back the Wanjun sword, the seal of the demon king was broken, he found the power he should have, and the black lines all over his body disappeared. He saw his intact face in the mirror, he didn't know Whether he looks good or not, but whether he looks good or not, Lu Zhaoyao is already dead, no matter how good he looks, it doesn't matter.
Except for Lu Zhaoyao, everyone's eyes are insignificant to him.
He began to deal with Wanlumen, and began to learn how to use Wanjun Sword to adapt to his own strength.
If he speaks out, within three months, the Nanyue Sect will be slaughtered.
After three months, he broke into the southwest alone, washed the Nanyue Sect with blood, and became a battle for him on the top of the rivers and lakes. The world called him cruel and even more ostentatious, but only he knew that when he dyed his hands Bloody, standing on the top of Nanyue Mountain where corpses are everywhere.
The emptiness in my heart is even worse than this desolate Shura field.
In this world, there is no Lu Zhaoyao, what is the difference between him and the corpse crawling on the ground.
At the right time, the moon is cool, and the wind is like a knife.
No matter how long it was, looking back, it was still a shocking wound.
Mo Qing turned his head and saw that in Sima Rong's yard, Lu Zhaoyao and Li Mingshu were chasing happily, and Lin Mingge was already thinking about putting back the wood on the hands of the little round-faced wooden man.
His eyes couldn't help but soften slightly, he didn't want to recall the past, because all the past is not as beautiful as the present.
But also because of occasional recollection, just a little bit is enough to make him cherish his current life more.
Sima Rong rested under the tree for a while, but finally came out of Mo Qing's words. He asked two more questions: "Is Yuezhu still here?"
"It was there before, nothing happened, and it should be there, but she can't see it either."
Hearing this, Sima Rong lowered his head like a bitter smile, but inadvertently brought a three-point sweetness: "The moon pearl is very crazy."
Just in time, the wind swept Sima Rong's hair. Mo Qing looked at Lu Zhaoyao in the distance and said softly, "She is talking to you."
Sima Rong nodded: "I heard." He looked down at his fingers, his eyes trembled slightly, "She told me that she was very happy."
Knowing where the soul of that person is, you will start to guess the meaning of not having a gust of wind around you. Mo Qing used to be like this, and now Sima Rong is the same. Not sad, but... a different kind of consolation.
As long as she knew that she was here, the desert-like life suddenly became a little more interesting.
"Hey! Li Chenlan!" Lu Zhaoyao finally caught Li Mingshu, who was running around, "Your son is too naughty, I can't control it anymore, so I threw it for you?"
Li Chenlan smiled when he heard the words: "Throw it away, we will have another one in the future."
I'm really fortunate that today, he and him can still have a future.
The author has something to say: I finally made up the second part of the story.
At this point, the online serialization of "Swagger" is all over, and there will be two more exclusive publications in the book edition ~ about 10,000-20,000 words.
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Extras: Seventeen · One World Fate 1
"Because you are Qin Qianxian."
After Qin Qianxian's soaring ascension, Shi Qi was depressed for a long time, Zhi Yan said that she probably fell in love with her eldest uncle.
"Yeah." Seventeen admitted, "I like him. He saved me before, and later saved my housekeeper. He helped me a lot. Of course I like him."
After Zhi Yan heard the words, she was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, patted Seventeen on the shoulder, said nothing else, and continued to do her own business.
Zhi Yan thought to herself, in fact, there is no need to explain it to Seventeen. Anyway, now that Qin Qianxian has soared, and went to another world that no one else in the world has ever known before, even if Seventeen figured out her feelings for Qin Qianxian, it would be of no use.
It's better to let her live her own life simply and confusedly. It may not be long before she can forget Qin Qianxian.
... At that time, Zhi Yan thought so, but she made a mistake. Seventeen is not only simple and confused, but her biggest characteristic is persistence.
So after Qin Qianxian left, her gloomy mood never eased.
In the end, Lu Zhaoyao, who was still immersed in happiness, went back to the mountain to see it, and said casually: "If you are so looking forward to seeing him again, then try to cultivate immortals, strive for ascension, and go to the sky to find him to play with."
Seventeen for real.
Since then, he has traveled the world with Lu Zhaoyao. Seventeen is really simple and persistent. From the day he said that he would work hard to cultivate immortals, he abandoned his gloomy mood and cultivated immortals from morning to night.
But unfortunately, her physique is like this, no matter how hard she works, her cultivation level is not even comparable to the results achieved by low-level demon cultivation.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with her. She had hope in her heart. Although her cultivation base was small, she had a long life!
Cultivating and practicing day by day, even if there is only a little bit of accumulation in a day, it is still a hope!
With the expectation of soaring, the simple-minded Seventeen feels that he is very fulfilled and satisfied every day.
Before going to bed at night, she always pursed her lips and smiled. Today has passed, and today has made a little progress. She seems to be one step closer to the unreachable Qin Qianxian in the sky. Whenever this time, when she was about to fall asleep, she seemed to see that in the vast void, as if someone was chuckling in her ear.
And when she was practicing hard, Lu Zhaoyao's love life with Mo Qing and his wife also went a step further - Lu Zhaoyao was pregnant with a baby. Until the tenth month of pregnancy, Mo Qing counted that the child was born in these few days, so he asked Seventeen to go to the nearest town to find a delivery person.
After the seventeenth, she was encountering two low-level demon cultivators who were struggling to stabilize her mother-in-law's family. She stepped forward and was about to beat them up, but then she thought about it, she had been cultivating immortals in the small courtyard for so long, and Lu Zhaoyao and Mo Qing usually both She didn't do it with her, and Seventeen knew in her heart that in terms of cultivation, it was very difficult for her to catch up with the two of them in the past few years, so she didn't bother to discuss.
Now I see two low-level magic cultivators, just to try it out. She planned to fight the two of them with magic power, but Seventeen never thought that under the careful teaching of Lu Zhaoyao for so many years, when she fought with the two of them purely with magic power, she had never fought these two. A joint siege of a low-level magician!
The mana barrier she condensed was easily shattered, and the mana of the opponent's magic cultivator penetrated into her body. Of course, the opponent's microscopic mana did not cause any damage to her at all.
But that was enough to hurt her self-esteem.
After trying so hard for so many years, but... is there still no effect? Even two low-level magic cultivators can't beat them. It's easier said than done...
No matter how long she lives, I'm afraid it won't work.
Seventeen felt extremely lost. The two low-level demon cultivators didn't understand her loss, so they mocked and ridiculed her wantonly, and they even tried to do something to her.
Seventeen raised her eyes, and murderous intent flashed in her black eyes. She didn't use any more power, and directly followed the previous method. She raised her hand and tore them apart. became lumps of meat on the ground. She kicked away the corpse on the ground and walked to the terrified Wen Po's family: "My master is going to have a baby, you go and deliver the baby."
Granny Wen hurriedly responded, and trembling all the way, she followed Seventeen back to the yard.
When they got to the courtyard, Mo Qing saw Seventeen who was covered in blood. She didn't say anything. She only asked her to go to the backyard to wash herself up, and then brought her mother in to see Lu Zhaoyao.
A basin of cold water was poured over her head. At this time, it was the cold winter. She raised her head and sighed. The heat of her body flew out like the spirit of her body, fluttering around and flying into the sky.
She probably will never see Qin Qianxian in her life.
Seventeen thought so.
After Li Mingge was born, several times, Seventeen hid behind the door and watched Mo Qing tease Li Mingge. The father and daughter didn't pay attention to the aura that the seventeenth would not be able to cultivate even after ten years or decades.
She finally had to admit that she probably didn't have the talent for immortal cultivation.
There are so many people in the world who are cultivating immortals, but there are only a few who have really soared.
This was the first time Seventeen felt lost for his physique. Maybe the world is like this, there are always some things that she is destined to be unable to do.
During this time, when she fell asleep, there was no smile at the corner of her mouth, and the laughter in the ethereal space seemed to turn into a shallow sigh.
Seventeen felt that she was going to give up cultivating immortals. She no longer meditated or read books on immortality, but at such a time, one night, she had a dream, and the scene in the dream was so real that she dared not dare. Believe.
She seemed to have walked into a bamboo forest with misty white mist. In the forest, there were people sitting quietly in white clothes, playing chess with herself.
That person was none other than Qin Qianxian, whom she longed to meet again.
She laughed. "Living Bodhisattva." She called him like this, but after calling him, she became depressed again, "I can't cultivate immortals, so I must be dreaming. I can only see you in my dreams."
She sat cross-legged on the futon at the other end of the chess game and quietly looked at Qin Qianxian, who was looking down at the chess game. A catastrophe." The tone was familiar, as if they were sitting and chatting together yesterday.
Seventeen asked him: "Hey, you've only ascended for a few years, and you're about to endure calamities in the lower realm? Didn't the book say that immortals go through calamities once in a hundred thousand years? You are beautiful, and you have experienced more calamities than others. How many times?"
Zhizi's hand paused slightly, Qin Qianxian finally raised his head and looked at Seventeen, his eyebrows and eyes were naturally indifferent, but there was a slight smile in the corners of his eyes, and there was only Seventeen in his black eyes, he said: " I still have some unfulfilled thoughts.”
"Oh." Seventeen nodded in agreement, she didn't quite understand what Qin Qianxian had in mind, but, "Don't be afraid." She patted her chest and assured, "I can't see you in the sky, and when you get down, I will When I come to you, I will protect you and never let others bully you."
Qin Qianxian fell down, with a slight smile: "It's time for seventeen."
"It's okay, I like you, I will help you."
Qin Qianxian finally burst out laughing: "It's still so straightforward."
And Seventeen has changed her mind, she looked at Qin Qianxian's chessboard: "Are you playing chess with yourself?"
"Yeah." He restrained his smile and dropped another black spot.
Seventeen watched for a while: "Heizi is going to win."
"Yes." Qin Qianxian nodded and seemed to sigh a little, "I wanted Bai Zi to win."
Seventeen is puzzled: "You play chess with yourself and want Bai Zi to win, how can you still lose?"
Qin Qianxian was silent for a moment: "It's no match for God's will."
Following his words, Seventeen slowly woke up. When he woke up, it was almost noon. She excitedly went to Lu Zhaoyao, saying that she dreamed of Qin Qianxian, he was going to the lower realm, and she was going to find him.
Lu Zhaoyao didn't stop her, and Seventeen set out on the road again with hope. But in the vast world, it is not easy to find someone. Who is Qin Qianxian, where will he be born, and what will he look like? He didn't even know if he was male or female.
The only thing Seventeen knows is that Qin Qianxian used to be a person who has ascended, so even if he is a calamity in the lower realm, he will definitely be extraordinary when he is born. Seventeen searched the world alone for some time, and later felt that it was really impossible to find it by herself, so she returned to Chenji Mountain, and Tuo Zhiyan helped her find people.
In the vast world, looking for a child born with extraordinary.
In the past ten years, I have heard countless legends and found countless children, whether true or false, three of which were robbed by Seventeen himself, but when he grabbed it back, he intuitively told Seventeen that they were with Qin. Qianxian is nothing like it. So she let everyone go.
Later, when she heard the legend of the Crown Prince of Northern Qi, she didn't believe it at the beginning of the 17th. After hearing so many false rumors and legends, she actually had some doubts about these things, her own dream, and whether there was a calamity in the lower realm. this thing.
But even if she doubts, she still wants to go. What can she do? She can't cultivate immortality or ascend. If she can't find Qin Qianxian in the lower realm, then she really won't have a chance to see him again in this life.
She had to try anyway.
On the twelfth birthday of the Northern Qi Crown Prince, the Northern Qi Emperor gave a feast to the world, and ordered the Crown Prince to go to the Sutian Pagoda to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth during the day. In front of the Sutian Pagoda is the most spacious and straight avenue in the kingdom of Northern Qi, which leads directly to the imperial palace and is the place for the royal sacrifice.
On the Sutian Pagoda, there is a spire that seems to reach the sky. Seventeen stands on the spire, quietly watching the crown prince, who is supported by a group of immortals, sitting in the majestic and solemn sedan chair. , come slowly.
The face of the man in the sedan chair was covered, and Seventeen could not see him. But among the escorting immortals who were about to reach the Sutian Pagoda, someone found her.
Someone even knew her: "It's the East Mountain Lord! The East Mountain Lord of Wanlu Sect!"
"Road Seventeen, it's Lu Seventeen!"
Everyone panicked.
They didn't know what she was here for, layer upon layer to protect the sedan chair.
The people in the sedan chair, hearing the commotion, opened the curtains, stuck their heads slightly, and looked up. A glance from afar is enough to make Seventeen confirm that yes, it's him, and it's Qin Qianxian.
The appearance is different, there is a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, and the facial features have not fully grown, but Seventeen knows that this kind of person with indifferent eyebrows and eyes is the only one she knows.
The scorching sun was on top of the Sutian Tower, and the seventeenth general saw the crown prince clearly, but the crown prince below could not see her. He saw a black figure standing in the dazzling brilliance, the outline of a woman, but that aura was not like all the women in the palace that he had known since childhood.
She smelled of blood and evil, but she was so clean and transparent.
"Prince, be careful." The attendant beside him was reminding him. Suddenly, a black shadow descended from the sky like a falcon. stood in front of him.
The space in the sedan chair is small and there are decorations blocking it. People outside are afraid that Seventeen will hold the crown prince hostage, so they don't dare to act rashly, and...
Even if they act rashly, for the former East Mountain Master, the immortals present are not enough to watch together.
Seventeen stood in front of him, raised his hand, and rudely, directly poked the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows with his fingers: "Qin Qianxian, you are born, so I can find it."
The crown prince was poked and looked at the man in front of him in a daze.
Her tone was very familiar, and even... made him miss him a bit.
But why he felt so familiar and nostalgic, he couldn't tell.
He has heard of Wanlu Sect. It is a demon sect on the rivers and lakes, but in recent years, it has become no different from the Xiuxian Sect, but its behavior is a little extreme and weird. Dongshan Master, he also knew that the four mountain masters under the master Lu Zhaoyao of Wanlu Sect in the past were more famous than the prime ministers and generals in any country.
But the rivers and lakes are all over the world, and it has nothing to do with the mundane world. Why did she want to find him, and why did she call him... Qin Qianxian
"You're looking for the wrong person. I'm the Prince of Northern Qi, Xu Zhao." He was still sitting in the seat he was supposed to be sitting in, with no trace of confusion in his heart. Although he is young, his stoic demeanor is still somewhat similar to Qin Qianxian despite being absolutely suppressed.
Seventeen looked at him for a while: "It's you, that's right." After that, there were immortal cultivators outside who recited a spell. They planned to trap Seventeen here, and there were guards around him, all with sharp spears. Point to seventeen.
Seventeen glanced at it: "It's hard to talk here, I'll take you away."
"Wait… "
Seventeen was in a hurry when he was doing business. As soon as the words fell, he hugged Xu Zhao by the waist, and immediately put it on his shoulders. Xu Zhao immediately stopped moving on her shoulders.
Seeing this, the guards outside and the people from Xianmen tried to stop them with great force. Seventeen directly kicked the side door of the sedan chair. Like a bandit, he carried Xu Zhao and jumped, jumping ten feet high. . When the people of Northern Qi saw this, they all exclaimed loudly. The emperor and empress in the palace were also alarmed, and ran out of the distant palace hall to look at the sky and shout.
The immortals sacrificed all kinds of magic weapons to stop Seventeen. Seventeen grabbed a flying sword and threw it back, only to see that the sword turned into a boomerang.