At four o'clock in the world, the smoke scene of spring sun, the chrysanthemum crab in autumn, the shade of Jiamu and the top of Tianqing Mountain have nothing to do with it, since there is a record, the top of Tianqing Mountain has been covered with snow, only a few sunny days can see the tired birds returning to the nest, the white clouds come out, but unfortunately the weather is not good at the moment.

It has been two or three months since he returned to Tianqing Mountain, and the time is long enough for the world under the mountain to experience another harvest, and the habit that he has developed for a long time is troubled, Ji Yanqing woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the bell of Qiankun Peak - after returning to Tianqing, Han Cheng set up a rule of striking the bell every morning, and usually if there is a major event, he will also tell him with the bell. Whenever the bell rang, no matter what the Tianqingmen people were doing or where they were, they had to rush to the Sanqing Hall immediately - not for the morning class, but to inform Xiaoxiang of the progress of the incident.

It's just that the bell has been ringing more and more diligently, earlier and earlier.

"Master." Ji Yan was holding the lamp on the side, and it looked like he had been up for a while.

Ji Yanqing was confused, her mind was a mess, these days, there have been continuous messages among the monks, all of them are about the Xiaoxiang tragedy, but there is no good news. The atmosphere of Tianqingshan was solemn, everyone's nerves were tense, and the first two days were just a little empty, so that people had the opportunity to take out the crowded information from their minds and sort it out one by one - the investigation of the Xiaoxiang tragedy had made no progress, but it seemed that the most innocent Tianqingshan had already folded three people.

Under the pressure of high intensity for a long time, people suddenly relax, and usually feel uncomfortable, and Yan zhòng will even have a serious illness, but Ji Yanqing has no disease unless he is injured and becomes a demon, so he is drowsy for a few days, and the wonderful thing is that his disturbing heart demon has not appeared for a long time, so he rarely slept a little, and even had a dream.

The content of the dream is messy, it looks like a hodgepodge, I dreamed of everything, and I woke up with nothing left but tiredness.

"Qiankun Peak has hit the bell twice, it's time for the master to get up."

Ji Yan came over at the right time, dragged the robe in his hand, and handed it to Ji Yanqing, Ji Yanqing raised his hand and touched it, it was still warm, presumably Ji Yan warmed him up - he was always very attentive to some small things. Ji Yanqing glanced at him, didn't speak, and rubbed his palm on the robe to feel the lines on it, and then took it and put it on.

"After sleeping, Shizun's spirit still doesn't seem to have improved much."

Ji Yanqing combed her hair, Ji Yan handed over the crown, Ji Yanqing got up, Ji Yan handed over the robe, and asked such a sentence, and the rest of the time she was trying her best to play a quiet mute.

Ji Yanqing let out a 'hmm' and stood up, without explaining much. Ji Yan knew that he was tired and not in a very good mood, so he didn't ask much, and only handed over a white belt at the end - Tianqing Mountain guards filial piety, and a white linen cloth should be tied to his arm or forehead.

Ji Yanqing tied the sackcloth to his arm, and the third bell rang from Qiankun Peak in the distance-this was urging. The two of them didn't even have time to turn off the lights, they went out directly, and the cold wind outside the building was like a knife, cutting the face with snow flakes and needles, Ji Yanqing just squinted, and saw Ji Yan silently stepped forward, half of his body helped him cover most of the wind and snow.

It is impossible to say that Ji Yanqing's heart is not sour, since the night talk in the hot spring of Bailu Palace, until now, he is a little confused about what this is going.

He pulled Ji Yan to his side, casually pulled a frozen leaf from the side of the road, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Side by side, you blocked me." “

Ji Yan smiled, slowed down and stood side by side with him, different from before, unless necessary, he and Ji Yanqing always kept a distance. Ji Yanqing could feel that it was either suppression or indulging, it was just unnecessary. Although he vaguely mentioned a few words to Ji Yan that day, he didn't say anything in the end, no one knew what the other party was thinking, but one thing Ji Yanqing could be sure of, Ji Yan and him were probably like this so far.

It's not that he thinks too much, but the system values are still there. In the first stage of favorability, the throbbing value is not full, and I can't say that I like it, at most it is tempting, but it is just tempting, how long can it last?

Thinking about it this way, he is actually a little subtlely unhappy.

However, his unhappiness is very peculiar, just like the twenty-eight girl Huaichun, there is no reason, like a flower or a non-flower, you can sigh for a while, and it is not very decent to say it, so you have to spread your anger elsewhere.

It just so happened that at this time, there was a fragrance that was very inopportune and penetrated into his nose, which was a little sweet in the shallowness, and it was even more peculiar when it could not be dispersed in a cloud of snow. In the past, this smell of perfume must also be used as a flirtatious artifact, so Ji Yanqing was even more unhappy.

What kind of sister to tease?,I haven't seen a sister who asked me to flirt since I came here.,Said the protagonist of the good!

So Ji Yanqing sniffed, and with his sense of smell that was more intelligent than a dog, he found the source - a flower that was about to bloom on the edge of the stone stack.

Can it still bloom in this icy and snowy place? Ji Yanqing snorted coldly in her heart.

Ji Yan also noticed it, and said casually: "It's rare that this flower can be born here, I don't know what it will look like after it blooms." ”

Ji Yanqing glanced at him, a little sour: "This flower tastes very sweet, it doesn't look good now, and it's useless to look good." It's better to pick it back and see what kind of variety it is, and it will grow longer after the wind and snow subside. “

This sound a little wrong, Ji Yan looked at Ji Yanqing suspiciously, but Ji Yanqing didn't look at him, walked up and picked the flower, and then the person who said that he wanted to study it sniffed and threw it away. Before the innocent and pitiful little white flower could grow and let people see the whole picture, it was shattered by Gangfeng's □□.

"What the hell, it's good to hear it from afar, it's so close."

He wrinkled his nose in disgust, not looking like a joke: "I will pluck this flower when I see it in the future." ”

Ji Yan felt that Ji Yanqing was probably not very happy, but from beginning to end, he didn't understand too much what his magical master was doing, and when he saw Ji Yanqing pulling his legs, he thought he was going to leave himself and go first, but he didn't expect that after the person took a step, he learned to be the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law, and he shrank when he landed in one step, and then he walked away, and looked back at him from time to time. After several times, Ji Yan finally understood something in his heart, rushed forward, and said: "The bell has struck the fourth time, presumably the situation is urgent, let's go quickly." “

Ji Yanqing's handicapped-like movements became normal, and she kicked her nose and began to take Qiao: "If you hadn't complimented you on the beautiful flowers, would I have stopped and looked?" It's a plaything, and it's better to have this time—"

"It's better to copy the scriptures a few more times." Ji Yan is kind and fluent, and he has a very tacit understanding. In fact, with the recovery of his skills, copying scriptures is indeed nothing to him, but Ji Yanqing still likes to talk about this, and he is willing to take it, and over time, this seems to have become a meaningful code between the two.

Whenever Ji Yanqing didn't know where to make Ji Yan unhappy, Ji Yan didn't know if his master was coming again for a few days a month, but as soon as this sentence came out, each other knew that it was okay.

Ji Yanqing chuckled lightly, stepped on the stone stack, from here you can just see the ladder leading from the bottom of the mountain to Qiankun Peak, starting from the middle of the mountain, countless people are rushing up - that is the outer disciple, this situation is extraordinary, it is not only the inner door that has been summoned. Each of them held a lamp, which was as bright as a bean, and the lampshade suddenly expanded several times, exuding a soft halo, like an endless river that guides the souls of the dead to their hometowns.

Although everyone understands in their hearts, entering the ghost domain and destroying the Inner Dan is no longer a soul scattered, but a waste of ashes.

Where did the ashes and smoke come from, and where did the souls return to their homeland?

It's a bit cold.

Ji Yanqing shuddered, and was immediately seen by the sharp-eyed Ji Yan, he looked like he wanted to stretch out his hand, but he was a little hesitant, just like that, Ji Yanqing had already grabbed his hand naturally, pinched his palm, and muttered indistinctly: "Why are your hands colder than me......"

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to move for a while, all his perceptions were concentrated on his hand, and in an instant, it seemed that even the lines of the person's fingertips could be touched.

What does he mean?

Ji Yan looked down at Ji Yanqing and didn't see anything wrong, so he tentatively held his hand, Ji Yanqing paused, but didn't shake it off, which made Ji Yan let go of the snack and firmly held Ji Yanqing.

"The wind is strong, and it blows cold."

Ji Yanqing didn't speak, both of them hid their hands under the wide sleeves, and from a distance, it looked like the two had tied their sleeves together.

Ji Yan's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Ji Yanqing with some surprise—just now, Ji Yanqing shook his hand back. Although the movement was very slight, Ji Yan still felt it.

Ji Yanqing coughed in a hurry, raised her head uncomfortably, and said, "Since it's cold, it's better to get warm and walk together." ”

After speaking, he walked forward, Ji Yan was caught off guard and was pulled forward by him, only then did he come back to his senses, and the corners of his mouth stumbled and finally showed a smile, which gradually spread to the corners of his eyes: "The wind is strong in the mountains, Shizun is slower." ”

"It's still slow, shall we rush to the gate?"

The two of them stood side by side, their hands hidden under the sleeves of their robes with countless small movements, and walked to the Sanqing Hall in the night and the snow.

The Sanqing Hall has long been arranged into a mourning hall, at the beginning of this arrangement was not very smooth, a group of monks even have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, but they are very unfamiliar with the death and life of mortals, even the high platform incense candles in front of the case, ordinary melons and fruits are only made under the mention of the outer disciples. It is convenient to pour the lantern, find two porcelain bowls, pour half a bowl of lamp oil, twist a few corduroy grass and insert it in, and paste a charm under the bowl, but Su Yao is not, she has always been very obedient, the bear child stage seems to have been cut off by the waist on her, never too proportionate, this time it is like eating a scale, I have to use the most ordinary bowl and sesame oil, carrying the hairpin with the flower satin in my arms, and every once in a while I go to pick a wick - just like an ordinary person.

Everyone in Tianqingshan is wearing linen and filial piety, and she has to abide by the rules for a year, but she is really kneeling in the Sanqing Hall alone, and she has followed the whole process according to the rules of etiquette.

When Ji Yanqing entered the main hall, she happened to see Su Yao kneeling, she didn't seem to smile again in a few months, and the white filial piety cloth tied on her forehead looked more vivid than her.

Ji Yanqing almost couldn't bear to call her for a while.

But the people gradually arrived, Han Cheng had the letter in his hand, and a few birds passing on the letter on his shoulder hurriedly entered, and everyone got up consciously, waiting for Han Cheng's routine announcement.

It is also strange to say that the biggest victim of this incident, in addition to Xiao Xiangzi, who was not spared by all the doors, the other is Tianqing, but on the contrary, Tianqing has been isolated from the world, and even the progress of the outside world can only be known by relying on these letters.

Some of the letters that were not available were hurriedly swept away by Han Cheng, and in the end, only one was left in white clothes.

The name You Baiyi sounds like a reliable guarantee, but for no reason, most people's hearts are relieved, and they almost superstitious think that the situation must improve-except for Ji Yanqing and Ji Yan.

"There will be no good news." Ji Yanqing thought, "It's only going to get worse." ”

Sure enough, following the failure of the families in Jiangnan to solve the case at the beginning of June, and the bad things for the monks like headless flies in early July, even Beichen Fan did not move, the latter one sounds like good news, but it is also the biggest hidden danger. You Baiyi also thought so, and he no longer hid it, and said it directly in the letter.

This doesn't sound like a big deal, from another point of view, Beichenfan's lack of movement is the biggest good news, but Ji Yanqing understands in her heart that it's more than that.

Han Cheng paused, and finally announced the second half of the news - the Li family, the Fang family, the Bai family, and the Su family in Jiangnan were wiped out at the same time, and the corpses and the house were turned into charcoal, and not even a single tree was left.

Everyone was frightened, and some of them were slow to react after realizing it - this was not a revenge against everyone, but against the entire cultivation world.

Ji Yanqing looked up, and saw that Han Cheng seemed to be very tired, and his face was a little indescribably awkward, and suddenly his heart that was still thinking viciously just now that he was 'better to leave it alone' suddenly sank.

Is Han Cheng younger?