Luo Jinxiao wiped the water off his face, feeling panicked and complicated at the same time.
The situation just now was so strange. Where did that power come from? Luo Jinxiao looked at his hands.
And it's not just power. Why does her mind become so abnormal when she has power? Although she can remember everything and knows what she is doing, the way she does things is no longer the same as before.
Now that things have returned to normal, it feels even more unfamiliar.
As she was thinking about it, she shifted her gaze to Qu Weiyin again, shook her head and sighed, what a good opportunity, but unfortunately, it seemed that she didn't get to kiss him.
The Qiongqi beside him made a snoring sound, and Luo Jinxiao hurriedly got up to take care of it. She reached out and touched Qiongqi's round belly, and was completely relieved. It was fine, it was just too tired and was beaten back to its original form.
Spiritual power surged from Luo Jinxiao's palm to heal the animal. After it was over, he put it in his purse.
On the other side, Yan Ying finally coaxed Luo Ning to drink the spring water. She staggered to her feet, took out a scroll from her sleeve, and threw it to Luo Jinxiao.
"Here, this is what you risked your lives to get. I just opened it and there's nothing on it." Yan Ying rolled her eyes, and the action was very obvious on her dark face.
Luo Jinxiao caught the scroll steadily, looked at it for a moment, and said thank you.
Now, with the help of daylight, one can see how miserable Yan Ying is. Not only are her clothes tattered, but her face is also blackened by smoke. Standing next to her peacock, the man and the bird look like they had just had a boiler cleaned.
Yanying noticed her gaze and wrapped herself in the rag uncomfortably.
"You can make fun of me if you want. Anyway, I am homeless now. I might as well go back to the Changming Tower and transform into essence and blood to replenish the heaven and earth." Yan Ying muttered angrily.
"Do you still want to go back?" Luo Ning stood up with the help of the ground. Her petite body was swaying. Luo Jinxiao hurried forward to support her.
"Go back. If I come to see you again, I will be struck by lightning!" Luo Ning bit her lip and said, her beautiful eyes wide open.
Yan Ying's face wrinkled and she looked so sad that she didn't dare to look up.
"Okay, you have guarded for five years, so this should be your atonement. Besides, you can't stay in Changming Tower any longer. It's better to go back to Wuhui Gate and listen to the decision of the elders." Luo Jinxiao couldn't bear it and suggested.
"I think it's okay." Yanying's attitude changed quickly. She picked up the black chicken from the ground, put it on her shoulder, and couldn't help but smile. Her white teeth were very eye-catching.
As Luo Jinxiao watched, he felt a little sad.
After all, she was a young lady from a family of immortal cultivators and a child of destiny. However, because of the ignorance of the previous generation, she was implicated and fell into the mud.
Fortunately, she still looked energetic and not so fragile.
Luo Jinxiao walked back to Qu Weiyin with the scroll and handed it to her.
Qu Weiyin's fair hands pinched the scroll and shook it, then opened it. There was indeed no words on it, but Qu Weiyin nodded and said, "It is this, take it back and give it to the Sect Master."
"What is this?" Lu Fanzhi asked in surprise.
Qu Weiyin coughed lightly, and her frail body hunched over. Luo Jinxiao felt distressed and half-knelt down, offering her his shoulder for her to lean on.
Qu Weiyin paused for a moment before continuing, "This is called Mountain and River Painting. In ancient times, it was known as one of the two great evil arts, along with the Nether Formation Diagram."
"Later, those who practiced them were either devoured by the heaven and earth, or killed by humans. Only then did people realize the harm of these things, so the immortals sent people to destroy them. They said they were destroying them, but in fact they were just hiding them."
Luo Jinxiao listened attentively and asked, "Does the mountain and river painting also require killing people to practice?"
"No, but it will destroy the practitioner's mind and make him cruel and bloodthirsty. Moreover, not everyone can practice it. It requires opportunity."
"Being cruel and bloodthirsty, isn't that the same as being possessed by a demon? So it's no different from the Nether Formation Diagram." Lu Fanzhi interrupted.
Qu Weiyin's eyes were dim and she nodded slightly.
Luo Jinxiao looked at the scroll and felt a surge of worry in his heart. What did the sect leader want to do with this? Could it be that he wanted to fight against the demons
I hope that's not the case.
"Hey, when are we leaving? I want to change into clean clothes." Yan Ying shouted at the top of her voice.
"Let's go now. Let's go back to Wuhui Sect as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble." Luo Jinxiao replied, and she softened her voice and looked at Qu Weiyin. "Is it okay, Junior Master?"
Qu Weiyin's heart trembled at her question and she nodded uncomfortably.
Qu Weiyin wanted to stand up, but her throat suddenly smelled of blood. She bent down and coughed again. Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao hurriedly used his internal energy to heal her wounds.
Qu Weiyin rarely looked so weak. Usually, she would endure it no matter how tired she was. But today, she seemed to be too badly injured and had no extra energy to stay calm.
Luo Jinxiao put one hand on her shoulder and felt that she was hot all over, probably because of internal injuries.
"It's okay. It's not safe here. Let's go back to Wuhuimen first." Qu Weiyin grabbed Luo Jinxiao's wrist and used the force to stand up.
Unexpectedly, she almost fell down after taking only two steps. Fortunately, Luo Jinxiao ran a few steps and held her shoulders.
"Junior Master, don't hold on. I'll carry you." How could Luo Jinxiao bear to see her like this.
"No need." Qu Weiyin shook her head and stubbornly wanted to leave by herself. Luo Jinxiao didn't know what to do, so he just made up his mind, turned around and squatted down.
The hem of her skirt spread out on the ground, and the woman's straight and tall shoulders were placed in front of Qu Weiyin, making her feel shy.
"It's going to be a mess with so many people watching." Qu Weiyin held her chest and whispered.
Luo Jinxiao turned his head to look at her and suddenly smiled: "What's the matter? Could it be that Junior Master is shy?"
Her smile is still like the warm spring sunshine, with a deep smile.
"Nonsense." Qu Weiyin scolded, but her face secretly turned red.
"If Junior Master Uncle doesn't let me carry you, I will hold you in my arms like I did just now. Apart from other things, I have gained a lot of strength in the past five years." Luo Jinxiao grinned.
Qu Weiyin glanced at Lu Fanzhi who was happily watching the show, bit her lip hard, then bent over and lay on Luo Jinxiao's back: "Wait until my injury is healed, and then see how I deal with you."
Luo Jinxiao stood up easily and suddenly turned around: "When Junior Master's injury is healed, you can deal with me however you want."
Her breath sprayed as she spoke, and Qu Weiyin's cheeks suddenly felt hot and she turned her head to look to the side.
The group then set off, flying quickly on their swords back to Wuhui Gate and away from Changmi. The biting cold finally subsided, and the normal warm spring breeze enveloped them, bringing warmth and warmth.
Qu Weiyin wrapped her arms around Luo Jinxiao's neck and secretly thought that this was the second time Luo Jinxiao carried her on his back. It seemed that everything had changed, and yet nothing had changed.
"What on earth happened to you just now?" Qu Weiyin asked.
Luo Jinxiao thought for a moment and answered, "I don't know where the power just now came from, but I seemed to hear someone whispering something in my ear. It was a woman, very old."
"Are your own thoughts still there?" Qu Weiyin asked.
"Of course I am, but my thoughts suddenly become strange, and my behavior is also strange, but I am still me." Luo Jinxiao said slowly, trying to choose the right words.
Qu Weiyin nodded lightly. She was tired and put her chin on Luo Jinxiao's shoulder.
The small chin had almost no weight, but it suddenly gave Luo Jinxiao goosebumps.
"It's you," she said in an almost inaudible voice.
Luo Jinxiao smiled. When she heard Qu Weiyin say this, colorful bubbles suddenly popped up in her heart and burst one by one sweetly.
"Are you scared?" Luo Jinxiao became more and more demanding.
She thought Qu Weiyin would scold her, but unexpectedly, Qu Weiyin just hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "I'm afraid you are not you, I'm very scared."
When Luo Jinxiao heard this, he felt as if his heart had been punched by someone and felt a dull pain.
Changmi was still some distance away from Wuhuimen, so the group stopped and walked for two days and two nights before they finally flew back to the territory of Wuhuimen. The scenery under their feet gradually became familiar, and occasionally they passed by rich towns, and it was a peaceful scene.
It was late at night when they arrived, so they did not disturb the sect master and the elders. They sneaked back to their rooms and fell asleep. Luo Jinxiao carried Qu Weiyin on her back and returned to Hanyun Pavilion on the cliff.
Nothing in Hanyun Pavilion has changed, exactly the same as it was five years ago. Luo Jinxiao saw it and sighed in his heart.
Qu Weiyin's life was extremely boring. Even the vase in which she had placed the hibiscus flowers was meticulously placed in the same position, but the flowers inside had long since dried up and withered.
"You can let it go now." Qu Weiyin said lightly behind her.
Luo Jinxiao agreed with a smile. When he put her on the bed, he was still a little reluctant and deliberately slowed down his movements.
She wanted to help Qu Weiyin lie down, but she was gently pushed away.
"Aren't you tired?" Qu Weiyin asked.
"Not tired." Although Luo Jinxiao had been suffering from back pain for a long time, she still smiled. She stretched out her hand and used her spiritual power to test it, then shook her head, "Little Master, why haven't you gotten better after so long? I have to talk to the Sect Master and ask her for help."
As soon as she straightened up, Qu Weiyin grabbed her sleeve.
"No, it's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Qu Weiyin refused.
"No, it has been delayed for so many days. If we don't treat it thoroughly, what if a chronic disease is left?" Luo Jinxiao said firmly.
"I said no." Qu Weiyin frowned, her phoenix eyes were open, her pupils trembling slightly, reflecting the flickering candlelight.
"No, listen to me today." Luo Jinxiao wanted to tease her, but also was really worried, so he stepped back and was about to leave.
Qu Weiyin got anxious and got out of bed. Luo Jinxiao was afraid that she would fall, so he stopped suddenly. The two of them bumped into each other suddenly, and Luo Jinxiao's lips brushed against Qu Weiyin's smooth nose.
Qu Weiyin turned away quickly, her nose burning, not knowing where to look, and scolded, "Why are you so disobedient? My words are no longer effective now, are they?"
Luo Jinxiao pursed her lips, was stunned, and didn't say anything.
From her perspective, although Qu Weiyin looked pale, she was still as beautiful as a goddess, with red lips, white teeth, and enchanting eyes, making even the jealous swallows and the ashamed orioles.
Qu Weiyin realized that her tone was too aggressive just now, and thought that Luo Jinxiao was angry, so she suppressed her thoughts and temper and said, "It's not too late to look for him tomorrow. Besides, I know the condition of my body. It's just that I was injured by the evil spirit again. I will be fine after recuperation. I have already troubled the sect master once, and I don't want to trouble others all the time."
Seeing that Luo Jinxiao was still silent, she brushed her pearly teeth across her soft lips and said softly, "Jinxiao, be obedient. I'm so tired."
When she said this, her dignity and coldness were gone, replaced by a hint of anger and coquettishness.
Luo Jinxiao had never seen Qu Weiyin like this before. Her head suddenly buzzed with excitement. She almost forgot where she was, let alone asking someone to heal her wounds.
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