The east was white, and the three of them took a Ruyi flying boat, went straight into the clouds, and threw themselves into the mountains of Liantao v.om

Bian Ci learned at the beginning, and the control of the Ruyi flying boat was a little disgusting, and the speed was far inferior to the flying sword, but fortunately, the flying boat was stable and comfortable, similar to the cloud car, and avoided the suffering of the wind. Wei Qiqi didn't urge her, and looked at the scenery under the clouds, mountains, rivers, towns, farmland, floating lights, and passing clouds.

The Ruyi Flying Boat was driven by Zhenyuan, and it flew thousands of miles in one go, and Bian Ci descended to the clouds and rested for a while.

Walking and walking, the population gradually thickened, the three of them came to a town, along the way to see some people coming and going, Wei Qiqi held Bian Ya's little hand, Bian Ci walked beside him, like a couple with a young girl, the man is tall, the woman is handsome, the small beauty embryo, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the people passing by can't help but pay attention.

At dusk, they stepped into a neat inn and had some wine and dinner. Coincidentally, this inn is also called "Dongxing", the business is not small, the street is a restaurant, the inside is a guest room, Wei 17 guessed, the "Dongxing" in Xinyang Town is mostly Xibei goods, because this "Dongxing" has a pair of couplets in front of the door, "East regardless of the west regardless of the wine pipe, the rise and fall of the drink." ”

The words are good, the silver hook iron painting, the connection is good, appropriate and secure.

Xiao Er led the three of them up to the second floor, and Wei Qiqi asked for a private seat by the window on the street, ordered a few exquisite side dishes, and a pot of good wine.

After a while, Xiao Er served the wine and food, Wei Qiqi and Bian Ci talked about some relaxed and comfortable topics, Bian Ya buried her head in eating vegetables, stuffed her cheeks bulging, and she was pitiful.

Bian Ci touched her sister's hair and smiled: "Eat slowly, don't rush ......"

Bian Ya's eyes and bones rolled straight, like two pills of black mercury in white mercury, chewed for a while, the speed gradually slowed down, she lowered her head and was silent, and suddenly "hehe" sneered, which made people feel creepy.

Wei Qiqi inquired with his eyes, and Bian Ci sighed: "Here we go again...... It's already much better......" She brushed her girl's drooping hair behind her ears, only to see her eyes roll, a weird smile on her face, and her teeth clucking.

"Is the soul damaged?" Wei Qiqi casually performed the "Requiem Technique", put his palm on her forehead, and gently wiped it, Bian Ya stayed for a moment, her body slowly softened, and she fell asleep on the table.

Bian Ci was surprised and delighted, and muttered, "This is ...... What spell?"

"Requiem, it's not a profound spell. ”

"It's contained in the Soul Trick, I've also practiced it, and I've never been so spiritual!"

"Drama people change, and each one is subtly different. ”

Bian Ci bit the tip of the chopsticks, stared at him intently, and begged, "Senior brother teach me!"

"Actually, the reason is very simple, let me tell you a story - once upon a time, there was a man who was very good at archery, and boasted of his skills. One day, he was practicing archery on the school grounds, and he happened to be seen by an old man who sold oil......"

Bian Ci timidly raised his hand.

"Uh, what do you want to say?" Wei Qiqi couldn't help but want to laugh, Bian Ci's behavior was like a primary school student asking to speak in class, with rules and regulations, and he stopped talking.

Bian Ci said: "It's the story of the oil seller, 'only familiar with it', right?"

"So you've heard this story!"

"When I was a child, I heard my dad talk about it. ”

Wei Qiqi coughed, "It's good to hear it, I won't repeat it again." In fact, there is no trick to requiem, practice him tens of thousands of times, and naturally practice makes perfect. ”

"Senior brother has really practiced tens of thousands of times?" Bian Ci was skeptical.

"Tens of thousands of times, thousands of times, it's not like you. "Back then, Wei Qiqi used the "Aiki Finger Xuanjing" to refine the demon pill and practice the Xiaoyue Gong, and the excess true yuan could not be vented, so he practiced the soul dementorship, soul searching technique, and requiem technique, I don't know how many times he repeated it, and he did it by hand, and he was extremely familiar.

I've heard the story, I understand the truth, a spell that is not too difficult, it really has to be repeated thousands of times, but few people can do it. Bian Ci sighed secretly in her heart, knowing that requiem surgery could appease the damaged soul, no matter how much effort and hardship she took, she was willing, but it was too late now.

"It's too late...... she muttered, reaching for the flask, pouring a glass of wine to her lips and drinking it down.

"With me, there's no need to worry about it. Wei Qiqi poured her full wine and raised his glass.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Bian Ci's eyes were red, slightly drunk, and said, "Senior Brother Wei, thank you very much." It's just that I haven't been able to figure it out, you were born in Kunlun, I was born in Taiyi, sword cultivation and Xuanxiu are incompatible, why do you want to help me and help my sister?"

“...... In fact, the reason is very simple, there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason, I help you two sisters, I am greedy for your beauty!" Wei Qiqi put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said vaguely, "What you want to hear, is this the reason?"

Bian Ci had her mouth half-open, the tip of her tongue against her teeth, and she couldn't speak for a while. After a long silence, she smiled reluctantly, her voice trembling, "Is it true?"

Wei Qiqi stretched out his hand and touched her cheek, and said, "Hehe!" got up and left the private seat, asked the shopkeeper for two upper rooms, and went to rest.

The bed was sturdy, with a thin mat and a slight cool breeze from the window. He closed his eyes and lay down for more than half an hour, when he suddenly felt that the heat was gone, the climate was cool, and there was a faint noise of people on the street, and a poor sour was shouting: "Cool!

Wei Qiqi curled the corners of his mouth, and the smile suddenly froze on his face, high in the sky of the extreme north, the crack was connected to the upper realm, and the qi of the fire continued to pour into this realm, the weather was hot every day, and it turned cool overnight, what did it mean?

The bunch of guys out there, damn it, can't be "quenching", right?

While he was thinking, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the house, and a man crept into the room, quietly lay down beside him, reached out and hugged his arm, and sighed contentedly. The moonlight shone on this small body, Wei Qiqi only didn't know, listening to her peaceful breathing, the worry was far away, and his heart was like water.

When the sky falls, when the quilt is covered, worry about what he does! Burn his eyebrows, and look at the present, burn the eyebrows, and look at the present!

The night was deep, the voices of people were far away, everything was silent, the chill outside the window gradually appeared, and after a while, the west wind whimpered, and it began to rain.

Bian Ya curled up in her sleep and stuck to Wei Qiqi's side, Wei Qiqi covered her with a thin blanket, looked at the figure that had been standing outside the house for a long time, and hummed in a low voice: "The courtyard of the third watch is silent, and I see Shuxing Duhe Han from time to time. When will the west wind come? ”

A low, slightly hoarse voice, in the stillness of the night, gripping and thrilling. Listening to the sound of light rain for a while, through the thin door panel, Bian Ci wrapped the single clothes on his body tightly, thinking about his thoughts in a daze.

Unconsciously, many years have passed, she and her sister have relied on each other for their lives, and they have come to this day, and now, she no longer needs herself, maybe staying by the side of that ill-intentioned man, safer, happier, and happier.

When will the west wind come, I am afraid that the passing years will change secretly.