Under the lights, it is the beauty of the world, Hua Qing'er patted her red cheeks, so that the temperature on her face dropped as soon as possible.

Qiu Chiyu deliberately avoided his gaze, and seemed to be still haunted by Qingya's behavior in his dream.

Fate makes us meet, and there is no longer an if.

"Actually, you ......"

Qingya was about to say something, but Qiu Chiyu interrupted him as if he had already predicted.

"We can't predict the future, and who knows if you and I are in another world? Therefore, the person in front of you, don't let go of her hand, or you will never find her again. ”

The soft light in Qiu Chiyu's eyes reflected Hua Qing'er's figure, and there were some words that everyone knew in their hearts, and they were only suitable for putting in their hearts.

For a moment, no one spoke again, and it seemed that the air around them had also fallen into a brief condensation.

Under the atrium of Qixia Mansion, the night is as cool as water, and the shadows of bamboo and cypress are swaying slightly like aquatic plants. The moonlight entered the window, and the silver light spread a corner of the house, and a light gauze snow-covered coat was casually thrown on the ground, shining with a soft light under the moon.

There was no fire jumping in the house, and the moonlight shining in from the window was like flowing water, drawn by an unknown force, and meandered in all directions.

Qingya pushed open the half-hidden door, took off her shoes and socks outside the door, and tried to lighten her steps as much as possible not to disturb the people in the house.

After walking a few steps, Qingya saw a pair of moon-white boots scattered on the ground, golden-blue embroidery threads forming flowing clouds and birds, and a pair of stockings made of snow silk were lying lazily on the boots, looking like their owners had taken off their shoes and socks at will after entering the house.

The moonlight danced in the night, surrounding her in a delicate way, and the fairy who came from the Moon Palace was quietly lying in front of the table at the moment, holding a pen and leaving a little ink mark on the paper in front of her.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Liu Bailu never looked up, still taking care of himself painting.

"Awake? Why don't you stay with them a little longer, you won't be kicked out. ”

After approaching, Qingya knelt in front of Liu Bailu, and at this moment she untied her hairband, and the soft green silk spread out a little scattered behind her.

"I didn't see any trace of the master in my dream, and I didn't see him when I woke up, so I found him."

"Poof, how come you are the same as a child, you weren't like this when you first apprenticed, it's over, I seem to have mistaken people's children and taught you to be a waste wood that can't live without me."

Only Qingya knows that her master has the most interesting soul in the world, and the lonely years in the mountains have not consumed a trace of her humanity.

"You must be disgusted by them, right, at least Qiu Chiyu will definitely settle accounts with you, she is such a proud person, but she is driven by you in her dreams, it's strange that she is not angry."

"Indeed, when she woke up, she pinned me to the ground and said......"

"What else are you talking about?"

Liu Bailu put down the paintbrush in his hand, his eyes were full of excitement and expectation.

She also said that I had committed a crime, and that I dared to ride on her, and that she should have ridden me if I wanted to ride. And then she actually rode on top of me and shook me to pieces. ”

Well, it seems that it is really as I said, the Yan Longmu of Wanlongling will be the one who shakes the light sooner or later.

"What about you, do you like yourself in your dreams, or your current self?"

She stood up, moved lightly, and walked in front of Qingya, only then did Qingya find that Liu Bailu's waist-length hair had fallen to her ankles, and the moonlight around her flowed down the long hair and fell into Qingya's palm.

She slowly picked up the drawing paper on the table, the ink that had not yet dried made the colors particularly bright, the painting of the world in the distant mountains, outside a pond with lotus flowers, under an old school, a man was sitting on the ground, and around her was surrounded by the beauty of the world.

Some people are dressed in green, like green lotus contaminated with sunshine and rain in the early morning, some people are red like fire, like roses blooming in the middle, some people are like goddesses above the sky, some people are like elves in the depths of the jungle, and the scene in the painting is the scene in the dream of Qingya.

"Since the beginning of summer, you went down the mountain, but in this short period of half a year, I don't know how many times you wandered between life and death, and I asked you on the day I gave you the needle, don't come, okay,

Today I ask you again, would you like to take them to live outside the world and enjoy a leisurely time for hundreds of years, or continue to walk on this endless path of cultivating immortals.

Now there is no trace of immortals in the world, and no one can become immortals anymore, rather than wandering aimlessly in crisis, it is better to have a leisurely life, isn't it? ”

She stood in front of Qingya, caressing the top of Qingya's head, when the immortals stroked my top, knotted hair and received immortality, although the vast immortal road has no end, but in my eyes, it is engraved the goal of a lifetime.

Qingya didn't answer, but went to the front of the case and continued to paint on the unfinished scroll.

"The people in the world who seek immortals and ask questions are like carp crossing the river, and a few people can get it, besides, without the master's leisure, it can't be regarded as leisure."

In the painting, the clouds on the rooftop and the steps down, the white-clothed immortal man fluttered down to the dust, although the painting skills of Qingya were really average, but Liu Bailu still recognized himself at a glance.

"The Master gave me a dream, but I put myself outside the dream, which is not perfect. Although Shizun stood in front of me, I knew that the distance between me and Shizun was even farther than the distance between the two ends of the galaxy. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm here, no matter where you are in the future, as long as you turn around, the master will be behind you."

Liu Bailu took another half step forward, she put her hands on the back of Qingya's head, let him lean lightly on her body, Qingya's forehead was tightly attached to Liu Bailu's waist, if Yuehua also has fragrance, it must be full of beauty in front of Qingya at this moment.

"After a long time, Qiu Xian asked that in the end it was just a dream, thousands of years later, will you regret the decision you made when you were young?"

Liu Bailu asked Qingya again, her voice seemed to come from the distant primeval world, dominating the impermanence of the fate of all beings.

"For thousands of years, the disciple has no regrets."

A burst of thunder bloomed under the clear night sky, but in just a few breaths, thick thunderclouds swirled and converged in the sky above Chang'an City.

For a time, the black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the thunder light contained the majesty of heavenly punishment in the clouds, which would come to the world at any time.

And in the center of the thundercloud, a thunderbolt that was thinner than a hair shot out first, firmly locking on the figure of Qingya in Qixia Mansion.

As if sensing the coercion from the sky, a small golden sword was reflected at the center of Qingya's eyebrows, and a sword light went up against the current and went straight to the sky, colliding with the falling thunder light in mid-air, and the two forces shattered into small powers and scattered in all directions, like starlight, disappearing into the night.

Under Liu Bailu's thoughts, the picture scroll in front of the case flew in front of Qingya, and the flowing clouds on the rooftop in the painting condensed into a whirlpool-like halo, and the realm of virtual reality in the dream was opened again.

"Hurry into the painting, after tonight, no one in the world will be able to control your destiny."

The trip to the borderless realm, Qingya got the essence of luck stored in the treasure of the summer solstice, and the cultivation has already come to the top of the foundation, and tonight Liu Bailu borrowed the mirage of the emperor to paint into a dream, giving Qingya a chance to choose again.

And Qing Ya's answer was the same as she expected, this apprentice of her had never wavered in his determination to cultivate, and she could more or less feel that Qing Ya had a trace of inexplicable feelings for herself.

But she didn't think too much about it, he was just like a fledgling before taking off, it was normal for him to have attachment to himself, and when he flew above the nine heavens in the future, he would find that these emotions of his youth were too small, so let the emotions that belonged to the teenager grow freely.

Fang Caiqingya's answer resonated with the laws of the world, and the first thunder tribulation on Qingya's cultivation path also arrived.