After the three of them confirmed their itinerary, Qin Zichen threw Su Qingyi onto Ran Shu's lotus seat, and then flew down with his sword. Su Qingyi was embraced by Ran Shu, and said anxiously: "Qin Zichen, what are you throwing at me!!"
Qin Zichen didn't turn his head, and said calmly, "It's too heavy."
Su Qingyi: "..."
Ran Shu put her arms around Su Qingyi's waist and laughed lowly, and hurriedly said: "Not heavy, not heavy, I don't think you are heavy."
In the past, when Su Qingyi was still Ran Yan, she was 1.77 meters tall, much taller than Ran Shu who was 1.77 meters tall, so she could be easily held in her arms. But now, Su Qingyi's body is less than 1.6 meters tall, and when Ran Shu hugs her into her arms, she still feels a little petite. Ran Shu rubbed her head, as if looking at a child, and chased Qin Zichen to the ground on a lotus flower.
The three of them rested on the ground for a while, and with Ran Shu around, Qin Zichen and Su Qingyi's living standards instantly improved a lot.
As one of the local tyrants of Xingyunmen, Ran Shu took her own small courtyard with her, took it out of the Qiankun bag, turned it over to the ground, and a courtyard appeared on the ground in an instant. Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen shared a room. Ran Shu asked the captive demon spirit to boil hot water, and after helping the two of them take a hot bath, considering that Su Qingyi was still a mortal, she even cooked a table of dishes.
The previous resentment towards Ran Shu disappeared instantly in the face of the hot bath and the dishes. Su Qingyi buried her tears in the food, silently complaining that the system hindered her happy life. At this moment, the hatred of killing is not important, the most important thing is eating.
After she returned to the room after eating and drinking, her mind gradually became clear. Lying on the recliner clutching his stomach, he asked the system: "The system, what is the relationship between Ran Shu and my death?"
The system ignored her, and changed the subject: "Host, you should pay more attention to the mission objectives. If you want to attack him, you should become what he likes. Otherwise, how can you compete with the heroine? See. I'm worried..."
The sound of the system has always been a mechanical sound without ups and downs, like Google's voice, and Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing when she uttered these words. She lowered her eyes and looked at her palm, a little dazed: "I didn't even think about it. Daoist Jingyan likes me, and my task is to assist him in ascension. After he ascends, I will know the truth. As long as there are no mistakes, his ascension is just around the corner. I have waited for ten years, but I don’t mind waiting longer Wait. It’s just that I’m afraid that if I wait and wait, the enemy will die.”
"Host, don't be sad, don't be sad, 007 is here."
"I don't want to hate Ran Shu. For so many years, I have really regarded her as a sister. You told me that she and Xie Hantan jointly planned to kill me. I still can't believe it..."
"Correct the host, your death is due to the two of them, but they are not the mastermind."
"Putting the boat with the current?" Su Qingyi understood a little. The system suddenly screamed: "Don't hit, don't hit! Fuck me, I won't spoil it in the future, okay! Ahh..."
Before he finished speaking, there was no sound around him. Su Qingyi was a little surprised: "System?"
No reply.
Su Qingyi curled her lips, lay on the rocking chair and rocked, and fell asleep.
When they woke up the next day, the three of them sat on Ran Shu's lotus seat and flew to Tianjianzong.
The realm of comprehension is huge, compared to the continent where Su Qingyi lived in the past, it is more than several times larger. In the past in China, one could go from one end of the country to the other by traveling thousands of miles a day. But in the cultivation world, traveling thousands of miles a day, it still takes several days to fly from Xuantianmen to Tianjianzong.
The distance between sects and sects is like the distance between continents. Five sects are separated by five sects, which is like five Asia in a row.
Su Qingyi ate, drank, slept and slept on Ran Shu's lotus seat. She was seriously thinking about how to help Qin Zichen stay away from Ran Shu after entering the Heavenly Sword Sect. Finally, after entering the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate, Qin Zichen opened his eyes and said: " go down."
Ran Shu controlled the lotus seat and settled down. This is a small town at the foot of the Tianjianzong Mountain, guarded by the Tianjianzong. There are ordinary people coming and going, and it looks very lively. Most of the streets are inns and intermediaries that provide rental business. People with swords or children go in and out of inns and renting places.
"The Heavenly Sword Sect recruits disciples once a year, and many of them stay at the foot of the Heavenly Sword Sect to facilitate the recruitment."
Seemingly afraid that Su Qingyi would not know the reason for the grand occasion here, Ran Shu patiently introduced it. Su Qingyi nodded casually, staring at Qin Zichen in front of her, wondering why he stopped here. She always had some bad premonitions, as if things would not go so smoothly.
Sure enough, Qin Zichen took her to a real estate agency and said directly, "I want to buy a yard."
"Master Immortal, please take a seat." Seeing Qin Zichen's demeanor, the salesperson immediately greeted him with a smile. With a wave of his hand, many houses appeared in the sky. Those houses seemed to really exist in the sky, rotating slowly for people to choose from. The salesman lowered his hands respectfully and said with a smile, "How many people do you plan to buy?"
"Alone, you need to be safe, with good lighting, a large yard, a large room, and close to the main road. It is best to be close to mountains and rivers."
"Er..." The salesperson hesitated for a moment: "The request of the immortal teacher is not easy to find. We have a house like this here, but the price..."
With that said, the salesman pointed enough fingers, and a small courtyard appeared in front of Qin Zichen. The salesperson turned the house and enlarged the surrounding area so that people could clearly see the surrounding environment. As expected, it was surrounded by mountains and rivers, not far from the main road. There were no houses in the surrounding area, and there was plenty of light. Qin Zichen didn't say much, but nodded, "How much?"
The salesperson raised two fingers: "One hundred mid-grade crystals."
One low-grade spar is equal to about 1,000 RMB, one hundred low-grade spar is equal to one middle-grade spar, and one thousand middle-grade spar is equal to one high-grade spar
One hundred mid-grade crystals, that is, ten million, is not a small amount in the cultivation world. Su Qingyi stayed aside and dared not speak, and saw Qin Zichen without raising his brows and said, "This is the one."
After finishing speaking, he took out a small bag from the purse, poured out a hundred of them, and took the keys with the salesperson, and walked out with Su Qingyi.
Along the way, he bought some clothes and furniture, all of which were reported to the place where he just bought the house. Su Qingyi became more and more uneasy, and Ran Shu bumped into her, curiously asked: "Is Senior Jingyan your sweetheart?"
"Why do you say that?" Su Qingyi was taken aback, and Ran Shu pointed to the things Qin Zichen was picking out and said, "Look, he bought things for young women, and he bought all the clothes, jewelry, rouge, and gouache... It's not my sweetheart." Are you so concerned?"
"Let me make a bet with you." Su Qingyi had a bad idea: "He just has such a personality, and he didn't buy it for his sweetheart."
After shopping all morning, Qin Zichen finally stopped his shopping trip and took the two women to the newly bought house. When they arrived, there were already a bunch of people moving goods respectfully by the side of the house. Qin Zichen turned around. Turning around, handing the key into Su Qingyi's hand, he said seriously: "Miss Su, Heavenly Sword Sect will be recruiting more disciples in two months, I hope Miss Su's entry will go smoothly. I have placed Miss Su under my care, and I have repaid my life-saving grace. This is my farewell."
After finishing speaking, Qin Zichen turned around and left. Su Qingyi grabbed his sleeve and almost cried, "Master Daoist, is your life only worth a house?"
"Maybe... it's not worth a house?" Qin Zichen seemed to be thinking seriously, and Su Qingyi looked serious: "No, Daoist, you can't see yourself clearly like this, you are at least worthy of the number of disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Do you want it?" Considering taking on an apprentice?"
"You want me to take you in as an apprentice?" Qin Zichen finally understood what Su Qingyi meant. He looked Su Qingyi up and down, shook his head, and said, "The aptitude is too poor, so I won't accept you."
"Master..."
"Girl, listen to my advice," Qin Zichen turned to look at her, and said earnestly, "Don't learn the sword, turn left and run three thousand miles to the Xingyunmen. You have a better future if you learn the talisman array."
"If it's Miss Su who comes to Xingyunmen, I will definitely recommend it." Ran Shu chuckled at the side, Su Qingyi shook her head sadly and angrily: "No, I refuse! I must enter Tianjianzong!"
"Okay." Qin Zichen nodded and said, "Goodbye." After that, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the sky. Su Qingyi wanted to cry but looked at Ran Shu who was wearing a curtain and shaking her body, and struggled: "Senior Ran Shu, can you help me open a back door? You must know who and who is in the Heavenly Sword Sect, how about you help me?" Shall I accommodate?"
"Miss Su, the back door of the Heavenly Sword Sect, not to mention me, even if our sect master comes, I probably won't be able to open it. Sword cultivation is the way to cultivate the mind," she sighed, and patted Su Qingyi's hand, reassuring Said: "If you can't even pass the threshold, Miss Su, why don't you really think about it and come to my Nebula Gate to try?"
But... But I don't want to learn swords.
Su Qingyi cried out inwardly, all of her have practiced the Talisman of the Mahayana stage, so she's learning Mao's sword perfectly!
Seeing that Su Qingyi didn't speak, Ran Shu helped her, who was downcast, to open the door. After directing the people to clean and arrange the house, she finally said: "I have sent Senior Jingyan back to Xingyun Gate safely, and I will go back soon. Miss Su, There will be a period later."
Su Qingyi nodded, sighed, and waved: "Go, go, let me soothe my wounded heart alone."
Ran Shu laughed softly, and a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes: "Miss Su's temperament is really similar to my senior sister's."
Su Qingyi's heart skipped a beat, and she forced her composure on her face, "Who is your senior sister?"
"Miss Su is only now drawing Qi into her body, so she probably doesn't know much about cultivators, even if you tell me."
There was a bit of bitterness in Ran Shu's voice, and she said in a low voice: "However, Senior Sister is indeed an excellent, excellent person."
Su Qingyi didn't speak, Ran Shu's words disturbed her heart, she looked at the woman in the green shirt who was leaving with a curtain in front of her, and she really wanted to ask a question.
If she is really the best and the best person in your heart, why did you kill her again
If you really miss her so much, why would you betray her again
But she couldn't ask any questions, she could only lower her eyes and pretend to be disappointed. When the people walked away, she let out a sudden breath and fell down on the rocking chair in the courtyard.
Qin Zichen's aesthetics is very good, the room layout is clean and simple, the yard is not too big or small, with a grape trellis and a small fish pond. The rocking chair is right next to the fish pond, and you can see the green leaves on the grape trellis.
This kind of courtyard happened to be what Su Qingyi yearned for.
In her previous life, she lived a miserable life without a penny, and housing prices in first-tier cities were soaring. Not to mention such a yard, she had a hard time buying even an apartment. At that time, she told Qin Zichen that when she has money, she must buy a courtyard house with grape trellises in it, dig a small fish pond, raise a bunch of Mekong fish, and grill fish to eat grapes when she is free.
The house must have good lighting, and the sunlight can shine into every room. Each room needs to be decorated in different colors and styles...
These words have been separated for many years. It has been so long that she has forgotten it herself, and she has never thought about it in Xingyun Gate. Now looking at this small courtyard and seeing all the household items seem to have restored the words of the past, she couldn't help being in a daze for a moment.
The sun slanted down and fell in the courtyard. For a moment, it seemed that Yin and Yang met, and time broke through. Su Qingyi couldn't help but lift up her finger, like a green onion, golden fingertips emerged, and wrote that person's name stroke by stroke in the air.
She recited the spell of "calling spirits", with Qin Zichen's name written on it. However, after reading the entire "Calling the Spirit", there was no one in the air.
The soul may not be able to break through the space, so if there is no miracle, she will probably never see him again in this lifetime.
Just like her parents, relatives and friends, it is difficult for her to meet again.
In fifty-two years, she has never missed her. However, in this small courtyard, under the setting sun, for the first time, Su Qingyi's thoughts surged like tides.
Qin Zichen.
She resented this disappointing self a little.
—I miss you a little.
While Su Qingyi was thinking about Qin Zichen, on the other side, not long after Ran Shu left the Heavenly Sword Sect, she saw a young man in a straight black robe, a white fox cloak on his shoulders, and a jade crown on his head, standing quietly in front of him. Light and shadow mottled down from the dense forest, falling on his handsome eyebrows. Hearing her footsteps, his peach-blossom eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and he looked over with all kinds of charms.
"Master..." Ran Shu stopped, a little surprised, Xie Hantan smiled: "Hantan saw that my uncle hadn't returned for a few days, so I went to Siguo Cliff of Xuantian Gate to meet my uncle."
Hearing Xie Hantan's words, Ran Shu clenched her fists secretly: "I'm afraid that it's fake to come to pick me up, the sect leader's poison can't be suppressed, it's true that I urgently need the spiritual fruit."
Xie Hantan smiled without saying a word, Ran Shu couldn't help but blushed from his smile, turned her head away, spurned herself for being worthless, and said: "At that time, Jingyan was at the bottom of the cliff, I was afraid that he would find out that you were looking for spiritual fruit. I know you don't trust me, and you will definitely follow me, so I led Jingyan out of the cliff, the spiritual fruit... you got it, right?"
"Thanks to my uncle, Hantan is fine now. But," Xie Hantan said with a cold light in his eyes, "Hantan wanted to ask my uncle, besides Jing Yan, was there anyone else at the bottom of the cliff?"
Hearing the question, Ran Shu couldn't help being a little surprised. Xie Hantan took out a piece of cloth written in blood from his bosom, and there were only a few scattered marks on it. Xie Hantan held it and walked up to Ran Shu. Crazy, with a trembling voice: "Uncle Shi, Master is back."
"Impossible!" Ran Shu said decisively, and took a step back in horror: "You and I summoned the spirit because Zeng recalled her, and she has long since lost her soul..."
"She's back!" Xie Hantan roared angrily, "I prepared a body for her, and I summoned spirits every day for two years...Master must be afraid of disappointing my affection...so she's back...you see," Xie Hantan rubbed gently Picking up the strip of cloth, he said in a hoarse voice: "Who would write such a talisman except Master... You didn't see that the cave was full of formations laid down by Master. In this world, no one except Master could lay down such a formation." Exquisite array."
"Master Uncle," Xie Hantan raised his head, begging in his eyes, "Who is it?"
Ran Shu didn't speak, she looked at the cloth strip in Xie Hantan's hand in shock.
She is very familiar with the lines on it. Every talisman cultivator's talisman seal is different, and ordinary people can't recognize it, but as a first-class talisman repairer, she can certainly tell who wrote this talisman seal.
But she couldn't say it, dared not say it. She opened her mouth, her heart sank bit by bit.
After a while, she finally calmed down, raised her head to meet Xie Hantan's gaze, and said coldly, "There is no one else."
As soon as the words were finished, Xie Hantan's fan touched Ran Shu's neck, and said coldly, "You lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you. I hope that my senior sister will come back to life more than anyone else, but Hantan, she is dead. Two years ago, you and I saw her being hacked into pieces, and my soul was shattered. We can't deceive ourselves."
"She has been hiding in hiding for ten years. If you search around the cultivation world for these ten years, you may find traces of her hiding. You don't know how many disciples she has accepted, and you don't know how many talisman seals she has given to you. other people."
"Han Tan," Ran Shu quietly looked at the trembling young man holding a fan in front of her, and said solemnly, "You are now the head of the Xingyun Sect, with great plans and great achievements in mind, and you shouldn't be held back by this kind of affection."
Xie Hantan didn't speak, he looked at Ran Shu, for a long time, he closed his eyes, retracted his fan, and put the cloth strip on his chest carefully. He said coldly: "Uncle Master has traveled enough, remember to go back to the sect."
After speaking, he disappeared in place. Ran Shu breathed a sigh of relief and fell back against the tree.
Su Qingyi's daytime smile appeared in front of her eyes, and she clenched the golden whip in her hand.
Senior Sister, I will let you live. Since he was born as a waste material with five spiritual roots, he should be a waste material for the rest of his life.
Ran Yan, I hope you never come back.