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Having said that, Qin Yi calmed down instead.
Wuxian is right, now it seems that he doesn't know what he wants.
Since I don't want her to be a couple with other beautiful teenagers, then I'm entangled with this and that. What do I do in the end? Make people grow old alone
Is it human
From a practical political point of view, it is indeed impossible for Wuxian to be alone forever. After so many years, the courtiers have become angry about this matter, and everyone is really not for self-interest in this matter, but for the sake of the country.
You can't blame everyone for not believing in the longevity of immortals... This illness has proved that even if you succeed in practice, there is still the possibility of being killed. And the more immortal cultivators, the more messy and strange situations they may encounter. Everyone has no confidence at all, and they are as guilty as rootless duckweed.
Wuxian Xu is twenty years old, is it really going to drag on like this? Someone said to hit the board? Like talk
Time flies, and for immortal practitioners, ten or twenty years pass by at the fingertips. If he still shrinks his head like an ostrich this time and just leaves, I don’t know how many years we will see you next time. At that time, Wuxian will be thirty or forty, can he be dragged on
Either you really want to find a husband, or...
Qin Yi squeezed his palm tightly, feeling that his palm was full of sweat.
Li Wuxian didn't rush him, just looked at him quietly. His eyes were not the adoration and tenderness that Qin Yi was used to seeing. For the first time, he showed seriousness and awe in front of the master. At this moment, it seemed that the apprentice was not selling cuteness to the master, and it was not the girl's heartbeat. Jiaoqiao, an emperor is saying, I am waiting for an answer from you.
Seemingly looking at each other for a long time, but in reality it was just a few breaths, Qin Yi took a deep breath, suddenly bowed his head, and kissed her on the lips forcefully.
Li Wuxian opened his eyes and blinked twice, the awe-inspiring color slowly turned into water light, and then slowly closed. The slightly stiff body leaning against the tree slowly softened, and there was no longer any strength.
No words needed, Master's meaning was already clear.
At least it's stamped.
If the emperor adds the seal, then the horses will be hard to chase, and the world will not be able to recover.
Lingxu's compass can be broken forever.
This kind of kiss is also different from the dream.
There is hot and humid temperature, there is his breath, there is a soft touch. There was also a reflection in himself, as if he had lost all his strength. His embrace is stronger, generous, warm, and strong, just like the feeling of spreading his wings to shelter from the wind and rain for so many years, and it has become a tangible manifestation here.
His condescending kiss was like conquest.
In fact, Li Wuxian also had a faint feeling of anger and disgust in his heart, just like in the previous dream, he wanted to push away Master's subconscious, but she was pressed back.
Probably it was right in what I imagined before, because I didn't want to be conquered by any man like this, even if it just seemed like that feeling, I didn't want to. There's nothing wrong with being a man of fear.
Only the master can, and only the master has this qualification.
This is Master, why are you so angry... Really, didn't you make it happen by yourself? It's not easy for Master to agree, so what else is there to do
Li Wuxian suppressed his strange emotions and devoted himself to the kiss with his master. The quiet night of the palace became gentle, and even the voice of the eunuch and the palace maid in the distance became no longer disturbing, but became a The catalyst for a better atmosphere between the two.
So extravagant.
Just as the two of them were getting better, there was a sudden sound of earth-shattering explosions from the far outskirts of the city.
Shocked by the intoxicated night.
The two separated at the same time and looked at the spear in the distance.
"Qingjun!"
"aunt!"
Shame flashed in the eyes of the two of them, but it was too late to say more. Qin Yi immediately said, "Go back to the palace first and find that little ghost and An An. Don't leave them for half a step. I'll go and support your aunt."
As soon as the words were finished, Li Wuxian found that he had been transferred to the door of the palace. She was also a little horrified. Master's practice was so high. How did this technique like time and space move
Such a master, like a mortal, carrying himself step by step, walking slowly in the palace at night, that feeling...
She turned her head and saw the little ghost looking up at the sky, the ceiling seemed to be unable to hinder its cognition at all, and her eyes were solemn.
…
At about the time when Li Wuxian's dream was broken, Li Qingjun and Yu Chang searched every place that the eunuch had been to after a night of searching, and finally locked in the biggest doubt.
The altar once built by Wu Shenzong was originally used for sharing the country's fortune, so that the process of summoning gluttons would not go wrong. As a result, the altar was destroyed by Xiyue and Li Duanxuan, which led to a backlash from luck.
This altar was later renovated by Li Wuxian, and the connection with Wu Shenzong has been cut off.
After various investigations by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it was revealed that the eunuch once came to this neighborhood alone.
A palace cleaning eunuch, what is he doing at the royal altar of ancestor worship when he has nothing to do
"There is an aura of magic techniques such as praying to God." Yu Chang, who used to pray to the ancestors and the Emperor Feng, was very sensitive to this kind of atmosphere: "My husband has also felt the spirit of the outside world before, saying that there are magic fluctuations here. , but everyone didn't care, after all, it is an altar for ancestor worship, and it is normal to have this kind of atmosphere."
The techniques of ancestral prayer belong to the lineage of witchcraft. It's just that some of these things have become traditional, and some have been integrated into Taoist arts, which are commonplace, but they forget that they are essentially witchcraft. At this moment, it is easy to get some associations from it.
Li Qingjun said: "We will indeed do ancestor sacrifices here, and there are also Taoist priests from Qianlongguan who cast spells. That's right. But this is a big sacrificial ceremony held in early spring every year, and it's been several months now... If there is a spell The fluctuations remain, they should have dissipated long ago, so they won't be perceived by Qin Yi from afar, right?"
The two looked at each other and thought of the reason.
Someone must have used the cover of a similar technique here, and hid in it to perform magic.
Otherwise, it is difficult to explain that a long-term practice of witchcraft will have no signs. The signs are covered up in the fluctuations of everyone's accustomed cognition, and they don't care.
"There must be someone hiding at the bottom of the altar!" Li Qingjun's silver spear was in his hand, and it suddenly fell.
"Boom", the entire altar was overturned.
This is Li Qingjun, who would not dare to overturn the altar of ancestor worship in Dali. Li Qingjun is too lazy to care so much. The ancestors are still tortoises in the Penglai sword pavilion, what sacrifices are there!
After the smoke cleared, a pothole appeared at the bottom of the overturned altar.
Li Qingjun was about to go down, and Yu Chang held her: "Don't worry, I can force people to come up."
Li Qingjun turned his head and glanced at her. She had a really good impression of this feathered man. He was like a taciturn guard with good execution. Her sturdy body and temperament were very similar to hers.
Seeing Yushang's wings fluttering, the air around him was swirling, Li Qingjun clearly felt that there was a strange pressure on the ground, as if the air inside was sucked away, and there was some invisible force outside to make it close, Looking at it from the side, you can feel the pressure of being crushed to powder, and you can't survive at all.
"Whoosh!" A smear of blood rushed up from the bottom of the pit, and there was indeed someone inside, who was forced out!
Li Qingjun's silver gun was like lightning, and he went straight to the blood.
With a muffled sound, Li Qingjun took a few steps backwards, his hands trembled slightly, the opponent was very strong!
She came with a small fragment given to her by Qin Yi. She has not been slow to practice over the years. Now she is a martial cultivator with a complete heart, and she actually suffered a loss in the collision of strength
The other party is Qianyuan.
The blood light dissipated, and the figure of the other party appeared in the smoke.
A tall man in Tibet, full of beards, red upper body, carrying a wooden staff, with a bone chain hanging around his neck.
Typical ancient wizard image.
It is also the mainstream image of many people in the Wushen Sect. Feng Bulu, who was killed at the beginning, is this image.
The person in front of him is also an acquaintance, and Li Qingjun is even more familiar with him than Feng Bulu.
The ancestor of the Western Wilderness, the Venerable Mangshan.