"Former... Qingyan Zhenjun."

Meng Qi was about to blurt out "senior" when she suddenly remembered that the other party didn't like her calling him that, so she quickly changed her words.

She didn't expect to see Yun Qingyan again so soon.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the man in white robe in front of her without blinking.

Yun Qingyan was slightly different from the last time he taught her the magic circle.

A small ebony crown tied up his hair, his eyebrows were still as perfect as a picture, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and his expression looked much gentler.

——This is not quite like the Yun Qingyan that Meng Qi saw that day.

It was more like the Yun Qingyan whom she respected and loved as her mentor in her previous life when she studied with him. He was the best and gentlest in all the three worlds in her memory.

Meng Qi's head was dizzy, and in an instant she seemed to have forgotten where she was.

She just stared blankly, looking up at Yun Qingyan.

Until the other party stretched out his hand, waved it in front of her, and said with a deep smile: "Have you seen enough?"

Meng Qi's face heated up, and she slowly turned away her eyes with some reluctance.

"Qingyan Zhenjun, are you okay?" She remembered that when the other party spoke before, she was always a little weak.

"Yes." Yun Qingyan nodded, "Thank you for your concern. It's nothing serious."

"That's good." Meng Qi lowered her eyes and watched Yun Qingyan walk forward.

She quickly followed him, walking behind him step by step.

Yun Qingyan has always liked white robes, and most white robes are very simple with no extra decoration.

Meng Qi just looked at the hem of such a neat, simple white robe without any patterns, watching it slowly swaying with the opponent's steps.

She felt very happy in her heart.

Meng Qi just followed Yun Qingyan, forgetting to ask why he suddenly appeared here.

Not to mention, ask him where he wants to take him.

Not long after they walked along the river, they crossed a bamboo bridge and turned a corner.

After walking along a not-so-high mountain for a while, Yun Qingyan stopped and stepped aside.

Meng Qi glanced at him, then stared forward, where there was a valley.

At the entrance, apricot flowers are in full bloom on the branches.

She took a deep breath, stretched out her hands to rub her eyes in disbelief, and subconsciously walked towards the valley.

The valley is not particularly open, and there are four bamboo houses in it.

The bamboo house is transparent, with windows and doors open, so you can see what's going on inside the house at a glance from the outside.

In front of the bamboo house, a medicinal field was opened along the foot of the mountain, divided into many blocks horizontally and vertically, and twenty or thirty kinds of elixirs and flowers were planted in it.

Some spiritual flowers are in full bloom. The flowers are small, delicate and cute.

Meng Qi didn't have to walk over, she could tell the names of those elixirs and flowers with her eyes closed.

This medicine field was originally opened by her, and most of it was transplanted here by her. She took good care of it and finally survived in this valley with extremely abundant spiritual energy.

That's right.

Meng Qi didn't need to check, but she could already feel that the place was rich and abundant, and it seemed that it was about to form a substantial spiritual energy.

Practicing in the valley can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Even a person like her with poor cultivation talent can practice much faster than usual.

"We..." Meng Qi murmured, her eyes sweeping over the plants and trees that she was extremely familiar with.

There are four bamboo houses, one of which is specially prepared for her to refine medicine.

That's not all. There is a spiritual spring on the back of the mountain top. The spring water is mixed with some spiritual energy, which is perfect for refining medicine.

Meng Qi has lived here on and off for almost three years.

It was here that she learned the Lihuo Formation, the Star Formation and the Four Great Formations.

It was also here that she and Yun Qingyan worked together with great interest to figure out how to embed the magic formula into the elixir, so as to make a qualitative leap in the efficacy of the elixir.

Meng Qi closed her eyes.

When I opened it again, the scenery in front of me remained unchanged.

The circles under her eyes suddenly turned red, and she blinked desperately for a while to prevent herself from losing her composure in front of Yun Qingyan.

"Zhenjun Qingyan." Meng Qi turned to look at the tall and tall Yun Qingyan, her lips trembling slightly, "We..."

"Don't like it here?" Yun Qingyan smiled slightly and walked forward first.

He strolled into the bamboo house on the far left, which was where he used to live.

"Meng Qi." Yun Qingyan's voice was gentle, "You have worked hard these days, go and have a rest."

After he finished speaking, he entered the door, brushed his long sleeves, and closed the door.

"Yes." Meng Qi responded in a low voice, then reluctantly glanced at the closed door, then obediently turned around and walked towards the bamboo house next to her.

All the furniture in that room was made of large green bamboo.

Although it was simple, in Meng Qi's eyes it was extremely warm.

She sat in a daze on the bamboo bed. Even the bedding on the bed was the same as before.

Meng Qi looked around and saw that the furnishings in the room had not changed.

She had the illusion that she was having a big dream. When she woke up, she found that she was not dead and that Yun Qingyan would come back in three months as promised.

They still live here, carefree and like gods.

Meng Qi lowered her head slightly and reached out to touch the quilt on the bed.

The soft and clean quilt looks so real even to the touch.

She always felt that she had forgotten something, but all she could think of was Yun Qingyan in white robe and smiling.

"I have been really tired these past few days." Meng Qi murmured, "Let's rest for a while."

She took off her shoes and lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over her body, and slowly closed her eyes.

Meng Qi quickly fell asleep.

In her storage bag and in the animal house, the little white tiger had its eyes open.

In his blue eyes, the light and shadow of the Big Dipper flashed past, and he stretched out a small paw and pressed it on the ground.

"Meng Qi." Little White Tiger suddenly spoke and called in a deep voice.

The sound was as sweet as the sound of a cave flute, and not at all like the sound that a cute little white tiger would make.

"Meng Qi." He spoke again.

The girl in green robe was sleeping soundly on the bed, still unaware of anything.

"Huh." The little white tiger snorted softly, and the light in his eyes flashed again.

He stretched out his claws, white light flashed from the tip of his claws, and in a blink of an eye, Yun Qingyan appeared in the Tiandi Bookstore.

"Oh?" In the Tiandi Bookstore, the old man, the owner of the bookstore, was leaning lazily on a pile of soft cushions, holding a bamboo slip in his hand.

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes to look at Yun Qingyan and chuckled: "Mr. Meng didn't come today, but you came first. Tell me, what's the matter?"

The old man stood up and moved his body as he spoke: "The ugly talk is leading the charge. Your uncle is already very old, and his old bones can no longer withstand the torment like last time. Do you think he is all like you young people? In a minute

Across thousands of miles...it almost broke me apart."

"Aren't you happy that she came to chat with you?" Yun Qingyan snorted and walked up.

Without even noticing how he moved, he reached the twelfth floor of Tiandi Bookstore in one step.

It is already very high here, and there are very few letters on the twelfth floor.

The bookshelf is no different from the other floors. It is tall and broad, but the bamboo slips placed on it are sparse, sometimes they are in a row, or they are simply empty.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Qingyan had already passed several rows of bookshelves.

The old man had also followed him, stood beside him and glanced at him: "What are you looking for?"

"Illusion formation." Yun Qingyan said casually and threw the two bamboo slips back on the bookshelf.

"Eh?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "There are magic circles in this world that you don't know about?"

Yun Qingyan continued to walk forward and said: "I don't know many of the magic circles that were lost in the three thousand worlds tens of thousands of years ago."

"What?" The old man smiled, "The little girl is trapped inside?"

Yun Qingyan remained silent.

The old man persisted and continued to ask: "Are you at your wits' end? Can't you wake her up?"

Yun Qingyan: "..."

"This is really interesting." The old man shook his head with a smile and walked forward, "What happened to the little girl? It's rare for you to be so anxious."

"She met me in that illusion array...or in other words, a man who looked exactly like me." Yun Qingyan said: "Obviously there was a big difference, but she looked like she had lost her soul, and for some reason she could tell the difference.

Not coming out.”

As he spoke, he threw back another bamboo slip.

The old man glanced back at him and said slowly: "Although I don't know what kind of illusory formation it is, but all methods are available. The easiest way to break the illusory formation is for the person who enters the formation to be able to detect what is wrong with the illusion.

If you don’t attack, you will destroy yourself.”

"Yeah." Yun Qingyan nodded.

The old man is an elder of his own clan. Each person's talent is limited, and the final power that the magic circle can exert may be different.

But he is in charge of the library of the Celestial Demon White Tiger Clan on the Heaven and Earth Tree, and his understanding of the magic circle is definitely not inferior to that of Yun Qingyan.

"So, Xiaoyou Meng, is trapped in an illusion and doesn't want to wake up?" the old man said, laughing.

"...Yes." Yun Qingyan threw back another bamboo slip, "That person obviously didn't say or do anything, and Meng Qi is very obedient."

"You care?" The old man suddenly turned around, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Yun Qingyan with a smile.

"She is still in the big competition barrier in the apricot forest. I don't know when she will be able to come out." Yun Qingyan did not answer the question directly, but said: "We can't be trapped in it forever."

He paused and then said: "That Xinglin was their senior medical practitioner tens of thousands of years ago..."

Speaking of the word "senior", Yun Qingyan grinded his teeth slightly again, and then continued: "...the one passed down from generation to generation, supporting the entire apricot forest, is indeed a very powerful magic circle, magnificent and majestic.

Even tens of thousands of years ago, the person who could set up such a large magic circle must have been the most powerful person at that time."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and thought seriously for a moment: "Medical cultivator..."

"The person who set up the magic circle may not be a medical practitioner. But the apricot forest can echo with the medical path, and its power will not diminish for tens of thousands of years."

"This is very strong." The old man nodded slowly.

A sudden thought occurred in his heart: "It can echo the heavenly way of medical cultivation, and the medical practitioners use it as a barrier for the competition... Isn't it used to test the medical cultivation?"

"Yes." Yun Qingyan said.

"Then..." the old man narrowed his eyes, "What I know is that tens of thousands of years ago, medical practice was very important, but it was also very focused. Then this illusory formation may be a test of Meng Xiaoyou's sincerity in medicine."

"It was me that Meng Qi saw there." Yun Qingyan repeated.

"Oh." The old man glanced at him, "Maybe you are a stumbling block in Meng Xiaoyou's pursuit of medical cultivation."

Yun Qingyan: "..."

"You should not interfere at will." The old man added: "If you say so, I am reminded of a kind of phantom formation, but it was indeed lost tens of thousands of years ago."

"Um?"

"It is said that the reason why the illusory formation is extremely difficult to crack is because what the person who enters the formation sees is the real thing that will happen in the future. It is also the thing that is buried deepest, most impressive and most anticipated in her heart. If that is the case

As for the phantom formation, we can only rely on Meng Xiaoyou to figure it out on his own."

"And since Meng Xiaoyou is a medical practitioner, the test of her own holy land is connected to the medical path, what are you worried about?" The old man said: "If she is really extremely talented and can pass the test of her own path, she will be of endless use in the future. You

Don't ruin other people's good things."

Yun Qingyan: "..."

"Go on, go on." The old man waved his hand, "What you do as a demon king is getting more and more outrageous. Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are not as decisive as Meng Xiaoyou."

"Monster...hehe." Yun Qingyan raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a black iron-like token in his hand, and he was playing with it casually: "The Demon King's Order is about to reappear, and many ambitious heavenly demons in the demon world are eagerly waiting for the demon world to change hands."

Old man: "..."

"The Falling Star Sea can't last much longer." Yun Qingyan said again.

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the old man to ask any more questions, he disappeared into the Tiandi Bookstore in a flash.

The old man did not leave immediately.

He was standing behind the railing on the twelfth floor, overlooking the Tiandi Bookstore.

After a while, his figure gradually disappeared, and his muttering seemed to be left in the wind: "The old man is about to die, why bother worrying about such a thing? Let's go and play chess with that old man..."

In Xinglin, in the Dabi barrier, Ji Wujiong sat cross-legged on the ground.

Under him was a black cliff.

The cliffs are dangerous, the surrounding cliffs are ferocious, and they are surrounded by a black sea that looks extremely weird.

It is said to be a sea, but in fact there is no water in it at all.

The rich demonic energy was as thick as water and filled the entire sea area.

The demonic energy was rolling crazily, and from time to time there was a scream like a ghost. The smell of blood filled the air.

The three scars on Ji Wujiong's right face became more clear and terrifying here.

He always sat cross-legged, motionless, with his eyes closed tightly, and seemed not to be affected by the environment here at all.

Where is Meng Qi?

This is Ji Wujiong's only worry.

Has she encountered the same situation? The Falling Star Sea in the Demon Realm is still dangerous and terrifying above the Falling Star Sea in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Can she, a foundation-building cultivator, break out safely?

Ji Wujiong suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and slowly drew out his pitch black narrow knife.

Meng Qi had never seen where Ji Wujiong drew the narrow knife from before.

If she were here now, she would see the other party's hands tightly clasped on her chest.

The pitch-black narrow knife was drawn out bit by bit from the position of his heart.

The amethyst Bagua Pan also appeared beside him in an instant.

Ji Wujiong's eyes were filled with blood. He held the narrow black knife and walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step.

"You remember things very well."

But Meng Qi's side was filled with beautiful scenery and warmth.

Sunlight shines through the windows into the bamboo house.

This is the bamboo house used by Meng Qi to make alchemy. Half of it is an alchemy room, and the other half has a bamboo table. It is a simple study room.

She was sitting in front of the bamboo table with a piece of rice paper in front of her.

Yun Qingyan was sitting opposite her. After he said that, he looked at the row of small characters Meng Qi wrote on the rice paper: "What is this?"

"Cang Ming San's elixir recipe." Meng Qi said.

"Oh?" Yun Qingyan asked with great interest: "Just now you said that the magic formula can be sealed into the elixir, so that the efficacy of the medicine can be greatly improved."

"Yes." Meng Qi nodded and looked at the other party with her wonderful eyes.

Before she knew it, she had been living here for almost a month.

Everything really seems to be back to the past. She gets up early every day and practices.

Both Meng Qi and Yun Qingyan can actually go without eating for a long time.

But she still cooks porridge and side dishes every day. Although the style is simple, they are all Yun Qingyan's favorite food.

In the afternoon, the two of them will go to this alchemy room together.

Either Yun Qingyan teaches Meng Qi the magic formation, or the two of them discuss the elixir method.

Meng Qi learned the new Lihuo Formation that day. Time was tight at the time, so she memorized it in one go.

He also took it out and asked Yun Qingyan for advice again.

The other party was naturally the same as before, telling everything he knew and saying everything.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed like this.

Meng Qi from the medicine field also went to take care of it every day. When he came, the blooming spiritual flowers had withered, and some had even grown fruit.

She still felt that time passed too fast, just like the years she spent with Yun Qingyan in her previous life, it always seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the two of them were sitting face to face. Meng Qi wrote the last word and said: "Zhenjun Qingyan, the properties of Cangming Powder are overbearing. After taking it, the spiritual sea is damaged and the spiritual energy cannot be used within three days. I don't know the Cangming Powder,

But you can use Beiming Jue or something that can heal injuries in the spiritual sea, such as..."

Meng Qi tilted her head slightly and said seriously: "Is a magic formula like the Nine Returns Yang Jue sealed in Cangming Powder?"

"This idea is quite interesting." Yun Qingyan smiled slightly.

Meng Qi smiled sheepishly.

Yun Qingyan has always been very kind. No matter how innocent her thoughts are, he has never laughed at her. Instead, he will discuss them with her with great interest.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Yun Qingyan, who seemed to be smiling more than before after their reunion.

Meng Qi's cheeks were slightly blushing, and she whispered: "Sealing the magic formula into the elixir was originally just a whim of mine. No one stipulated that the magic formula must have the same effect before it can be sealed into the corresponding elixir, so..."

"Don't move." Yun Qingyan suddenly said.

"Huh?" Meng Qi was startled for a moment, then subconsciously raised her head to look at the other person.

Yun Qingyan stretched out his hand and stretched out his long fingers towards Meng Qi, but when he was about to touch her forehead, he suddenly stopped.

He seemed to sigh softly: "There is ink on my forehead."

"Huh? Oh, oh." Meng Qi nodded repeatedly, and stretched out her hand to quickly wipe her forehead with some embarrassment.

"A little to the left." Yun Qingyan motioned her to the left.

"Here?" Meng Qi wiped to the left as instructed.

Yun Qingyan seemed to sigh again and pointed forward.

His fingertips were warm and his nails were neatly trimmed. The slightly warm fingertips gently brushed the left corner of Meng Qi's forehead: "Here."

His fingers closed at the touch of a finger, without the slightest hint of teasing.

Meng Qi's face suddenly turned red. She quickly stretched out her hand to wipe away the ink marks on her forehead. She was secretly angry in her heart. Why was she so careless and embarrassed in front of Yun Qingyan again?

She sat in front of the bamboo table with her hands down, not knowing what to say for a long time.

However, the place on the forehead where his fingertips had just touched seemed to have a small flame left there, and it was still a little hot.

In the bamboo house, it was extremely quiet for a while.

Neither Meng Qi nor Yun Qingyan spoke first, and the fragrance of medicine drifted in. Only the sound of cracking medicinal materials could be heard from time to time in the alchemy furnace behind her.

"Qing, Qingyan Zhenjun." After a long silence, Meng Qi murmured again: "I just..."

"Meng Qi." Yun Qingyan suddenly asked: "Are you unhappy because of this?"

"Huh?" Meng Qi didn't understand. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

The young man in white robe seemed to sigh again.

Then he raised his hand and reached for Meng Qi's forehead again.

The slightly warm fingertips, far warmer than the sunlight shining into the room, fell gently on Meng Qi's forehead.

"Would you not like it?" Yun Qingyan asked.

Meng Qi seemed to be half frozen, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she stared at Yun Qingyan.

The slightly warm fingertips on the forehead.

The other person has a cool and light woody fragrance.

As long as she raised her eyes, she could see Yun Qingyan's wide sleeves hanging in front of her eyes.

Where Meng Qi's breathing could be heard, the other party's slender, perfect hand was right where she could reach out and touch it.

"I..." Meng Qi murmured, her heart filled with colors and confusion.

Not happy?

Of course not!

To her, Yun Qingyan is like a god, a mountain she looks up to that is out of reach.

As long as she could follow the other person's footsteps and not be held back by the other party, she would be content.

If her services were occasionally needed, Meng Qi would definitely be very happy.

So why can't you be happy?

Meng Qi was so happy to be able to see each other like this day and night and return to the past that she thought she could never go back to.

"Why are you crying?" Yun Qingyan murmured.

His fingers slid down Meng Qi's forehead, and finally gently brushed her eyelashes.

The girl's long and thick eyelashes were moistened with tears, and her eyes, which were always bright and clear, also had crystal tears.

Yun Qingyan wiped away Meng Qi's tears with his fingers: "Tell me, why are you crying?"

"Because..." Meng Qi looked at him, tears falling down her cheeks.

She didn't even remember how long it had been since she shed tears.

Meng Qi suddenly stretched out her hand and wiped away her tears.

Her eyes were still red, and she still looked at the other person, and said slowly word by word: "Because I am about to wake up from my sweet dream, so I cried."

Yun Qingyan suddenly changed color.

Meng Qi raised her eyes and looked around.

The sound of "click, click, click" came from I don't know where it started.

The entire bamboo house began to turn into huge pieces.

Those fragments did not fall, but were simply annihilated in the air.

Bamboo house, bamboo table, alchemy furnace, sunshine...and then "Yun Qingyan" sitting opposite Meng Qi.

He still looked a little weird, as if he was trying hard to smile, but his smile became distorted.

"you……"

Meng Qi stood up and wiped the tears from her face.

"Although I didn't win the favor of that senior, I had the opportunity to become his disciple. But my senior treated me like a teacher and a father, and he is the person I respect the most in the world. He..."

Meng Qi spoke carefully, her voice rare and sharp: "I would never do such a thing."

The sound of "click, click, click" continued, and the "Yun Qingyan" in front of her also turned into countless pieces.

Meng Qi looked at this scene indifferently, her eyes were still slightly red, but her eyes were neither sad nor happy.

In the storage bag, the little white tiger's eyes finally lit up.

He was very happy that Meng Qi saw through the flower formation faster than he thought.

But when the other party's words reached his ears, they made him dumbfounded.

Behind his back, he still calls out "senpai" happily, and is "like a teacher and a father"...

Compared with Ji Wujiong and the others, does he seem so young?

Not even her senior, but her senior, the master she wanted to worship with all her heart.

Tsk——

I don’t know how someone treated me when I first met.

If she knew in the future...

The little white tiger turned over, put his paws under his chin, changed his posture, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"Meng Qi!" Before the illusion array in front of him completely dissipated, Meng Qi suddenly heard a somewhat urgent call.

"Ji Wujiong?" She quickly turned around and looked towards the place where the voice came from.

Not far behind her, on a steep cliff, Ji Wujiong was leaning on a boulder on the cliff, half-sitting there.

He looked like he must have been injured. In addition to the three scars on the right side of his face, there were also several more wounds on the left side of his face.

The black robe on his body was torn in several places, and his hair looked a little messy.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Qi hurriedly walked towards him.

"Don't..." Ji Wujiong took a heavy breath and stopped her, "Don't come over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of spiritual energy suddenly descended and surrounded Meng Qi's entire body.

The aura was so abundant, a bit like the medicinal aura when she advanced to the fourth level of medical skills, that it actually seemed like substance. It surrounded her like this, and Ji Wujiong couldn't even see Meng Qi's figure clearly.

"No way..." He looked at her and murmured to himself, "I'm here to fight to the death, could she..."

Before Ji Wujiong could finish his thoughts, the spiritual energy was already spinning rapidly.

Meng Qi felt excruciating pain while inside, as her whole body seemed to be pricked with countless small needles and knives.

A large amount of spiritual energy quickly poured into the spiritual sea that had been silent for a long time.

Although those spiritual energies are mighty and majestic, they are not overbearing at all.

After rushing into her spiritual sea, the entire spiritual sea soon became much larger than before.

Could it be...

Meng Qi struggled to stand firm, but she heard a soft voice in her head: "Kid, relax."

She was startled for a moment. Although she didn't know who the strange voice was, there was a voice in her heart telling her that this voice would not lie to her.

Meng Qi obediently relaxed her body slowly.

The spiritual sea is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more spiritual energy is gathered in it.

This time, even Meng Qi felt it.

In the spiritual sea, the gathered spiritual energy gradually gathered together to form a huge white ball of light.

There is more and more spiritual energy in the light ball, but the light ball is getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, the light suddenly became stronger, and the ball of light finally turned into a small silver-white ball, suspended above the spiritual sea.

Wisps of spiritual energy flowed out from the silver-white ball and slowly poured into the spiritual sea below.

The originally empty spiritual sea, which was more than ten times larger than before, began to be gradually filled with spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy surrounding Meng Qi has been completely absorbed by her.

She also came back to her senses and stepped on the ground with her feet.

Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, and then reached into her spiritual sea again with some disbelief.

Looking at the vast spiritual sea and the small silver-white ball that seems to be endlessly alive.

She couldn't help but let out her breath slowly——

Did you succeed in forming the elixir now?

Meng Qi raised her eyes and looked at Ji Wujiong in front of her in disbelief.

"Finally, it's time to stop being a dragster." Ji Wujiong snorted, "Congratulations, Meng Qi."

The author has something to say: Meng Qi: Master, can I do it?

Yun · Like a teacher, like a father · Qingyan: Although I am very pleased that Xiao Meng Qi saw through the fake so quickly, why am I even more heartbroken?

It’s seven thousand words. I should have more tomorrow because it’s a relatively complete plot.

Hee hee hee, you know whether the capable little Meng Qi deserves everyone's watering and watering^_^

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