Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 37 36. Emotional Entanglements

"But having said that, Ye Changliu, if you call Yinzui Shizu, then your master is..." Mo Shanglian elongated her voice, lazily.

"Family Teacher Qinglan."

"Qing Lan?" Mo Shanglian raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Qing Lan was originally called Xie Xilan, and after his reincarnation, he was called Ying Liulan, and Ah Ling gave him the name: Qinglan." Feng Que explained.

Mo Shanglian was stunned, "I didn't expect the Youth Exhibition to accept disciples." Then she touched her chin and said, "Ah Ling, have you made an agreement with Qingmo and brother?"

Listening to drunk doubts.

Mo Shanglian explained: "Qingmo's disciple's name is Qingshi Qingxuan, brother's disciple's name is Qingmiao, your disciple's name is Qinglan. If others don't know the words and only hear the name, they will definitely think that they are from the same sect. "

Lingyinzui explained: "Coincidence. Qingmo is because there is Qing in his name. When Liuchen first saw Qingmiao, Qingmiao was in despair. He thought that Qinglan would be killed by someone he called 'Uncle' after his father. Yes, Liuchen took the "lightness" and asked him to handle it gently and forget about those sorrows. I was because when I found Qinglan, he was floating on the blue lake. The color, so it is Qinglan."

After hearing this, Mo Shanglian slackened her waist, "Is that so..." He lazily said, "Then you guys talk about it. Remember to call me tomorrow. I'll go to bed."

Ye Changliu watched him leave, feeling a little puzzled: Do cultivators still need to sleep?

"busy?"

"Well, Master asked me to see Master Qing Miao..."

Lingyin's drunken fingers moved slightly, and then said: "Go to find a river called Wenqing. In the middle of the night, at the stone tablet upstream."

Ye Changliu wrote it down, then turned around and left.

Stay here, feel yourself shining!

Then there was a long silence.

"Ah Ling, what do you think?"

"What about you?"

"Do you think it will appear?"

Drunk listening to the sound and nodding.

"Then tonight, we will wait and see."

The corners of Tingyinzui's mouth twitched a little.

sunset.

A group of people stood in front of Shiliu Pavilion, silent.

On the top floor of the attic, Ying Liumiao draws with a brush.

The Taoist looked at the attic and saw that it was randomly cut wood and the plaque made of gnashing and regretful words on it, and remained silent.Soon, he raised his hand, pushed open the door, and walked in.

tick-

Raindrops splash down.

Sword intent flashed across the Taoist body.

In the attic, Ying Liumiao paused, and the ink color ran through the entire paper fan.He hastily threw down the paper fan, hurried to the window, and pushed the wooden window open.There was a "squeak" from the wooden window, and he leaned on the window sill and looked down.

The drizzle, in the rain, is the nine gates he built up bit by bit.The scenery of Shuixian Valley is picturesque.

Biting his lip, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or other emotions. The complex emotions intertwined into a big net, wrapped him layer by layer, airtight, and made him extremely dull.

For some reason, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment the voice fell, a guilty voice came from behind, with the coldness tempered by the family's ruin and death when he was young: "You are like this, you don't want to see me?"

Ying Liumiao turned around quickly, and her wide sleeves spread out in the air.Mingming wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he couldn't speak at all when the words came to his lips.He looked at the man almost greedily, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, "Why are you here?" He heard his own voice asking coldly.

The young man standing at the stairs and by the door lowered his eyes, holding his sword in silence.

Realizing that his tone was a bit aggressive, the man in green clothes bowed his head regretfully, but couldn't say a word of apology.Ying Liumiao took a few deep breaths to calm down her ups and downs, waved her sleeves, and tidied up the slightly messy attic with spiritual power.He knelt in front of the desk, took out tea leaves from one side, and poured water from a pot on the other side to cook the tea.

Qing Shi stepped up, knelt down opposite him, and retracted the long sword.

While the tea smoke was curling up, Ying Liumiao pushed the tea in front of Qingshi, "Qingshi... Fellow Daoist, how can my nine sects hinder Jiuchuzong?"

Qing Shi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally remained silent.

But the heart is like being pierced by thousands of sharp weapons, and then slowly turned over.

Ying Liumiao drank the tea, and the bitter taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, from the root of the tongue to the throat, from the throat to the heart, and finally from the heart to the whole body.

Bitter, very bitter.

"Friends of the Qing Dynasty, please do not send me far away."

Ying Liumiao, who left these words, walked resolutely, so he didn't see Qingshi's struggling expression, and he didn't hear a soft, almost inaudible murmur to hold back: "Liu Miao... don't go."

Qing Shi picked up the tea and sipped it lightly, his eyes were empty.

Bitter and sweet, with a faint fragrance of plum blossom.

It is his favorite tea, and it is also his favorite, the snow water that falls on the plum blossoms.

Liu Miao...

"Patriarch, are you really sure you don't want to fight with Jiuchuzong?" Suddenly someone knocked on the downstairs door and asked.

Qing Shi lowered his eyes and looked calm.

Chong Shu felt something was wrong, so he used the privilege of the head of the sect to project his image into the attic.As soon as the picture came out, he froze.

Who is that young man in the attic of the Patriarch?

Qing Shi sipped his tea one sip at a time, his movements graceful and calm.

Chong Shu: "..." This Taoist looks familiar.

Soon, Qing Shi put down the teacup, raised his eyes, and looked at Chong Shu.

Extremely awe-inspiring, the suppressed sword intent flowed in his eyes.

Chong Shudeng took a deep breath and raised his voice, almost breaking the tune: "Qingshi Xianjun?!!"

Qingshi Xianjun, who has restrained his sword intent, is so quiet?No—why did the celestial emperor appear in the attic of the patriarch in the Qing Dynasty!Where is the Patriarch? !

Chong Shu suddenly felt a little tired.

"...Shicai, what do you say?"

"The Patriarch asked me to make friends with Jiuchu..." Chong Shu nags.

I go!The patriarch has such a powerful aura, how did you become a Taoist partner with him?And fell out with him!

The admiration that surged from Chongshu's heart made him talk endlessly about his admiration for his ancestor.

Hearing this, Qing Shi suddenly smiled.

Chong Shu was stunned.

Patriarch, I seem to understand...it's really bewitching!

The moonlight is leisurely.

Qing Shi resumed his usual expressionless face.

"He's not in now."

Chong Shu froze and turned off the projector.After being stunned for a quarter of an hour, he suddenly dropped the jade bi in his hand.

He is so stupid!

Should he start preparing for the merger of the Nine Gates into the Ninth Beginning?Should he find a Taoist companion?

Pick up a pen and draw on the paper fan.

One stroke at a time, the ink marks running through the paper fan are skillfully utilized.

After finishing the painting, Qingshi put the paper fan on the case, and then tidied up everything.

"Liu Miao, today I'm here to send back what your master left you."

Ying Liumiao, who was looking at the boy in white in front of him, froze slightly.

"The matter about Ying Fei...I can only say that she deserved what she deserved."

"Clear time!"

In the Qing Dynasty, the jade slips were taken out of the sleeves and placed on the case.

"Qingshi, why didn't you explain it to me?"

On the high pavilion, Qing Shi brushed over the scroll on the wall: "It's not necessary."

Yingliu Miao laughed back in anger: "It's not necessary, it's not necessary! ——I've been waiting tens of thousands of years for your explanation, and you're just going to give me this explanation?"

"It's better to have no explanation at all!"

"No?"

"Qingshi, how can I distrust you after our friendship for many years?! But why didn't you tell me clearly!"

Qing Shi caressed the picture scroll: "I know."

—I know you trust me.

Ying Liumiao was extremely angry: "Qingshi, you get out of the nine doors!"

There was silence over there, and soon there was a rustling of clothes.

Hearing the voice, Ying Liumiao's legs softened, and she knelt down deeply with her forehead on her hands.

"Master..." Tears welled up from the eyes of this immortal who had been in charge of the Nine Sects for tens of thousands of years, as if meeting a child who had no intention of telling an elder.

The young man in white waved his sleeves, lifted him up with an invisible force, knelt down on the grass, and said softly, "Liu Miao, why didn't you tell me when you were complaining?"

"……Yes."

"I don't know why he feels that the friendship of nearly a thousand years is not as good as the trust of a junior who is only a few months old." Ying Liumiao said, his voice low.

"I'm trapped in love, but I don't know it." The young man sighed.

"Liu Miao, do you still remember what I told you?"

Seeing Ying Liumiao's suspicious gaze, the young man frowned, but still closed his eyes, "Your temper is too exaggerated, you would rather bend than bend."

"That's good, but in terms of love, this will hurt you..." The young man spoke in a gentle voice, just like an elder.

"Don't let resentment... blind your eyes." Word by word to persuade.

The boy's figure shattered in an instant.

Ying Liumiao looked at the place where he disappeared with a sad expression.

"Master...disciple..."

"Do what you want to do, Qingmo still owes me a favor." The voice came with a slight smile.

"Qingmo...I'll help you."

"Disciple... thank you, Master."

Sitting on the stele, Ying Liumiao rested her chin and looked at the moonlight.

The young man in golden clothes carried light and heavy swords on his back, and his long hair was tied high into a ponytail.

He bowed respectfully in front of the stele: "Disciple Ye Changliu, I have met my uncle."

Ying Liumiao's eyes paused, and she asked repeatedly: "Master?"

Ye Changliu said: "My teacher Qinglan."

Ying Liumiao finally looked at Ye Changliu seriously: "Get up." Then he asked with a slight sigh: "Is brother okay?"

Ye Changliu took out a letter and handed it over, "Master asked the disciple to bring this letter to Master Uncle."

After taking the letter, Ying Liumiao opened it and read it quickly, "Do you have anything else to do?"

After hesitating for a while, Ye Changliu asked, "Master, do you know, did Master accept any disciples in the Qing Dynasty?"

Ying Liumiao's smile froze.

Ye Changliu suddenly got a red name in front of his eyes as a warning.

Ye Changliu: "..."

Ying Liumiao smiled slightly, "Did brother tell you?"

Ye Changliu was puzzled.

"Qingshi and I are Taoist couples."

Ye Changliu: "..."

Ying Liumiao continued: "And I fell out with him."

Ye Changliu suddenly retreated.

Ying Liumiao said: "Do you know why elder brother asked you to call you Uncle Qingshi?"

Ye Changliu: "..." Uncle, please spare me!

"That's all." Ying Liumiao waved his hand suddenly, "You go. If you don't go, I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself and hurt you by mistake."

Ye Changliu suddenly understood the significance of his master's teaching him to conquer mountains and rivers!