Chapter four hundred and eightieth frightened night
If you went in in the last chapter, you will come out, so don’t worry.
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After talking about this, Qin Yi calmed down.
Wuxian is right, it seems that he doesn't know what he wants now.
Since he doesn't want her to get together with another beautiful boy, then he is so entangled with this and that, what will he do in the end? Let him live alone for the rest of his life?
Is this what people say?
In a practical political sense, it is true that Wuxian cannot be alone forever. Over the years, the courtiers have become furious over this matter, and everyone is really not doing this for personal gain, but for the sake of the country.
You can't blame everyone for not believing in the longevity of immortals... This illness has proved that even if you are successful in spiritual practice, there is still the possibility of being killed. And the more you become an immortal, the more messy and weird situations you may encounter. We have no idea at all.
I have no confidence, and my heart is as guilty as a rootless duckweed.
Wuxianxu is already twenty years old, is he really going to drag on like this? Someone said that he would just give up? Is that ridiculous?
Time flies, and for those who cultivate immortality, ten or twenty years pass by in a snap. If you still shrink your head and act like an ostrich this time and leave directly, you don’t know how many years it will be to see you again next time, when Wu Xian will be thirty or forty.
Okay, can you drag it on?
Either I really want to find a royal husband, or...
Qin Yi squeezed his palms tightly and felt that his palms were full of sweat.
Li Wuxian didn't urge him, and just looked at him quietly. His eyes were not the admiration and tenderness that Qin Yi was used to seeing. For the first time, he showed seriousness in front of his master. At this moment, it seemed that he was not a disciple trying to show off his cuteness to his master, nor was it a girl's heartbeat.
Jiaoqiao, it is an emperor saying, I am waiting for your answer.
After looking at each other for what seemed like a long time, but actually just for a few breaths, Qin Yi took a deep breath, suddenly bowed his head, and kissed her hard on the lips.
Li Wuxian opened his eyes and blinked twice, and the awe-inspiring expression slowly turned into watery light, and then slowly closed. The slightly stiff body leaning against the tree also slowly softened, and he no longer had any strength.
No words are needed, Master's meaning is already clear.
At least it's stamped.
If the emperor adds a seal, it will be difficult to catch up with him, and even if the world is boiling, he will not be able to take it back.
A weak compass can be permanently broken.
This kind of kiss is also different from the dream.
There is a moist and hot temperature, his breath, and a soft touch. It also reflects on myself, as if I have lost all my strength. His embrace is stronger, generous, warm, and strong, as if he has spread his wings to protect himself from the wind for so many years.
The feeling of rain is the same, here it becomes a physical manifestation.
His condescending kiss was like a conquest.
In fact, Li Wuxian also had a vague emotion of anger and disgust in his heart, just like in the previous dream when he wanted to push away his master's subconscious, but she pushed him back.
Maybe I was right as I imagined before, because I don't want to be conquered by any man, even if it just looks like that, and I don't want to. It's okay to say that I am afraid of men.
Only Master can, only Master has this qualification.
This is Master, why are you so angry... Really, didn’t you make it happen with your own efforts? Master finally agreed, so why are you so pretentious?
Li Wuxian suppressed his strange emotions and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the kiss with his master. The silent night in the palace became gentle, and even the distant sounds of eunuchs and palace maids talking to each other no longer bothered them, but became...
A catalyst for a better atmosphere between the two.
So extravagant.
Just as the two of them were getting into a good mood, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly came from far away on the outskirts of the city, accompanied by the light of a gun that shot into the sky and penetrated into the sky.
Shocked to break the intoxicating night.
The two of them separated at the same time and looked at the gun light in the distance.
"Qingjun!"
"aunt!"
Both of them had a look of shame in their eyes, but they didn't have time to say anything. Qin Yi immediately said: "Go back to the palace first to find the little ghost and An An. Don't leave them even half a step. I'll go support your aunt."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Wuxian found that she had been moved to the door of the palace. She was also a little frightened in her heart. The master's practice was so advanced. How did he achieve this magic that seemed to shift time and space?
Such a master, carrying him step by step like a mortal, walking slowly in the palace at night, that feeling...
She turned her head and saw the little ghost looking up at the sky. The ceiling seemed to be unable to hinder its cognition at all, and its eyes were solemn.
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At about the same time that Li Wuxian's dream was shattered, Li Qingjun and Yu Shang spent a night searching, searching every place the eunuch had ever visited, and finally pinpointed the biggest suspicion.
The altar built by the Wushen Sect was originally used to share the national destiny, so that they could not go wrong in the process of summoning Taotie. However, the altar was destroyed by Xiyue and Li Duanxuan, which caused the fate to backfire. Taotie's plan failed and he followed Qin Yi.
Now, he has become a dog...
This altar was later renovated by Li Wuxian, and its connection with the Wushen Sect was severed. It became an altar for ancestor worship and can be regarded as a scene in the capital.
Various investigations by the Ministry of Internal Affairs revealed that this eunuch had been to this area alone.
Why would a palace cleaning eunuch come to the royal altar for ancestor worship when he has nothing to do?
"There is the aura of magic spells like praying to gods here." Yu Shang, who is used to praying to the ancestors and the Phoenix Emperor in the clan, is very sensitive to this kind of aura: "My husband also used his spiritual thoughts to feel it before and said that there are fluctuations in magic spells here.
, but no one cared about it, after all, it is an altar for ancestor worship, and it is normal to have this kind of aura."
Techniques such as ancestral prayers belong to the same line of witchcraft. However, some of these things have become traditions, and some have been integrated into Taoist techniques. Everyone is familiar with them, but they forget that they are essentially witchcraft. At this moment, it is very difficult to connect them.
It's easy to get some associations from it.
Li Qingjun said: "We do perform ancestor sacrifices here, and there are also Qianlongguan Taoist priests who cast spells. This is true. But this is a big sacrifice ceremony held in the early spring every year. It has been several months now... If you have the skills
The remaining magic fluctuations should have dissipated long ago, so they won't be sensed by Qin Yi from afar, right?"
The two looked at each other and both thought of the reason.
Someone must have taken advantage of the cover of a similar spell here and hid in it to perform the spell.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that a witchcraft that has been practiced for a long time would have no signs. The signs are covered up in the fluctuations of everyone's usual cognition, and they don't pay attention to it.
"There must be someone hiding at the bottom of the altar!" Li Qingjun held the silver spear in his hand and stabbed it down suddenly.
With a "boom", the entire altar was overturned.
This is Li Qingjun. No one else would dare to overturn the altar of ancestor worship in Dali. Li Qingjun is too lazy to care about it. The ancestors are still making turtles in Penglai sword pavilion. What kind of sacrifices are there!
After the smoke and dust dispersed, a pit appeared at the bottom of the overturned altar. It was unfathomably deep and it looked like someone had been operating here for some time.
Li Qingjun was about to go down, but Yu Shang held her back: "Don't worry, I can force people to come up."
Li Qingjun turned to look at her. She had a really good impression of this feathered man. He was like a taciturn guard with good execution skills. His upright body and temperament were quite similar to hers.
He saw Yu Shang's wings fluttering and the surrounding air swirling around him. Li Qingjun clearly felt that there was a strange pressure on the chest, as if the air inside was being sucked away, and there was some invisible force from the outside that forced it to close.
Looking from the side, one can feel the pressure of being crushed to pieces, and it is impossible to survive.
"Whoosh!" A flash of blood rushed up from the bottom of the pit. Sure enough, someone was inside and was forced out!
Li Qingjun's silver spear was like lightning, heading straight for the bloody light.
With a muffled sound, Li Qingjun took a few steps back, his hands trembling slightly. The opponent was very strong!
She carries a small fragment given to her by Qin Yi. She has practiced hard over the years and is now a perfect martial artist. She actually suffered a loss in the collision of powers?
The other party could not be Qianyuan.
The blood light dissipated, and the opponent's figure appeared in the smoke.
A tall, tall man with a beard on his face, a naked upper body, carrying a wooden stick, and a bone chain hanging around his neck.
A typical image of an ancient wizard.
It is also the mainstream image of many people in the Wushen Sect. Feng Buli, who was killed in the first place, had this image.
The man in front of him was also an acquaintance, and Li Qingjun was even more familiar with him than Feng Buli.