On the second day, the peak of Hangong Peak, which had been warm for a few days, cooled again, and it snowed heavily.

Lan Qing sat alone in the pavilion, with a pot of tea on the stone table, but two cups full of tea.

Lan Qing rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and the cold touch spread to his heart.

A gentle and deep voice seemed to sound in his ears again: "Qing'er, why don't you have my share of tea? Is it to blame me for not accompanying you? Next time you pour two cups, and when the tea is cold, I will come." ”

I suddenly felt sour in my heart.

The tea was always cold, but the man couldn't come back.

Picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The courtyard is snow-white, and the light blue slender back looks even more lonely, as if it can melt into the world in the next second.

When Jing Ci came in, he saw such a scene.

He walked into the pavilion by himself, patted the snow on his body, and sat opposite Lan Qing. I know that she sometimes has the habit of pouring two cups of tea, so it is not surprising to see the cup in front of her.

"Master, watching the snow is all about warming a jar of wine. How can anyone watch the snow and drink iced tea like you?"

Lan Qing put down the cup in his hand expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely light, and said, "The supreme realm of watching snow is not to experience the cold?"

Jing Ci had nothing to say, cocked his legs, and after brewing for a long time, he said with some playfulness: "Shizun has been in this world for hundreds of years, and there is no one who pleases you?"

After speaking, Jing Ci couldn't help but silently curse Hua Qing in his heart, and he didn't know if what he said was true or false.

Speaking of going back to last night, Jing Ci and Hua Qing chatted for a long time, and they still didn't talk about how to slow down the onset of potentiavirus.

Just when Jing Ci was upset, Hua Qing suddenly thought of a solution.

As if he was mysteriously afraid of being heard, he leaned in and said, "I think of a method that might work!"

"If you want to say it, say it quickly. ”

"Don't worry, listen to me first, my grandfather told me. It was a long time ago, there was a ...... Ming Ran Immortal Master, gifted, saw that his cultivation was about to reach the Mahayana, but he accidentally fell for the villain's ...... What kind of poison, oops, I can't remember clearly, anyway, this poison is also an insolvable one, no weaker than the poison of a hundred flowers. ”

Jing Ci raised his eyebrows, how could he feel like a villain according to him?

"And then?"

"According to my grandfather, the Ming Ran Immortal Master used a method to suppress this poison by seventy percent! Although he still didn't solve it in the end, at least he survived, and he lived to the end of his life with a full house of children and grandchildren. It's just that after being buried, the body was completely black. Heck, it's all after death, and no one cares what happens to the corpse. ”

Jing Ci groaned and nodded slightly.

In fact, in a sense, this method seems to be exactly what he wants.

At least Lan Qing can survive, and he doesn't have to be scratched by the eroded bones of the Hundred Flowers Poison, no matter how good he looks.

"What's the solution?"

Hua Qing hooked the corners of her mouth and spit out two words: "Double cultivation." ”

“！！！”

Jing sat up straight, his brows furrowed, and he seriously suspected that he had misheard.

Hua Qing seemed to know what he was thinking, so she patiently explained: "You heard it right, it's double cultivation." ”

"This method is only suitable for cultivators with high cultivation, and it is a small probability that it will happen. That Ming Ran Immortal Master was about to reach the Mahayana period, and it took twenty or thirty little girls to suppress the toxicity by seventy percent. Your Master's Words...... After all, it's Dzogchen, and I guess one should be enough. ”

Jing Ci's dark eyes seemed to be able to condense ice, staring at Hua Qing, and said, "Are you crazy or am I crazy?" Do you know who that is? Let her do this thing, is it possible?"

"I know, I just told you that I remembered it out of the blue. Ming Ran's Immortal Master and my grandfather only told him this method, and this method was included in our voodoo sect exercises! ”

Jing Ci didn't speak, but the words of refusal were written on his face.

Hua Qing said with a smile: "Actually, you can ask your master if there is anyone you like? If there is, this matter will be much more convenient, you can arrest him, needless to say, everything can be done! And your master will not blame you." ”

Jing Ci was so annoyed that for no reason an evil fire surged into his heart, and his voice was like quenching ice.

"Okay, I see, you can go! What are you doing to stay overnight? Voodoo Gate has been too idle lately, isn't it?"

"Hey, yes, yes, what a conscienceless. Let's go, let's think about it for yourself!"

After saying that, Hua Qing left.

Sitting alone in the room, thinking about the possibility of this matter.

After thinking about it all night, I didn't have a clue, so I decided to come over to explore the wind.

So there was the question he had just said......

Lan Qing put down the cup expressionlessly, he didn't expect him to ask like this.

He spat out a word: "Yes." ”

Hearing this unexpected answer, Jing Ci didn't have a trace of happiness, how did he feel more angry?

Coughed lightly twice and said, "Who?"

"Do what?"

"I just want to know who can make my cold, noble, and peerless master happy. ”

Although Jing Ci was talking nonsense with his eyes open, it was not complete, and he really wanted to know what kind of person he was.

“...... He's dead. ”

Lan Qing's eyes looked at Jing Ci, with an imperceptible loss in his eyes.

It was true that he was dead, but he was reincarnated......

is in front of him, but he is commensurate with master and apprentice......

Jing Ci didn't know what was going on, and he was relieved.

I suddenly remembered a sentence I said to her when I was in the Lost Forest: "You never know the pain of losing a loved one......"

It seems that she has experienced it. That can still kill Wen Yun ruthlessly in front of him!

The corners of Jing Ci's mouth raised a wicked smile, and said: "Dead? Master can mourn, this kind of feeling of the death of a beloved person can be understood best, especially when he dies in front of himself." What do you say?"

Lan Qing retracted his gaze, ignoring the pinprick pain in his heart, hummed lightly, picked up the tea and took a sip.

After knowing the answer he wanted to know, Jing Ci didn't want to stay longer, so he took the iced tea in front of him and drank it all.

"The master watched the snow slowly, and the apprentice didn't stay long, and he had something to do, so he left. ”

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Lan Qing's reaction, and walked away.

Lan Qing closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows.

Jing Ci suddenly came over and asked such a question, I am afraid that there will be some ideas later.

That's it, let him go.

After living for a long time, even the slightest thought is going to be extinguished, so what are you doing in the world?

——

After descending the peak, Jing Ci went directly back to the house.

Sitting at the table, after thinking for a long time, I still took out a blank piece of paper. Pick up a few words and seal it in an envelope.

Walked to the window and blew a whistle. A gray spirit bird flew over and stood on the window.

Jing Ci put the envelope into a small bag on its back, patted its little head, and said in a quiet tone: "Thousand Dead Mountain, Mu Gui." ”

The spirit bird chirped twice, turned around and flew out.

After watching it fly away, Jing Ci's gaze became complicated.

Mu Gui is a good candidate, he can't treat her badly, this is the greatest tolerance he can give her.