Chapter 850

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 be paired with other beautiful boys, then he is entangled in this and that, what should he do in the end? Leave people alone forever?

Is it human?

From a practical political point of view, it is indeed impossible for Wuxian to be alone forever. After so many years, the courtiers have turned against Yingtian because of this matter, and everyone is really not doing it for personal gain, but for the sake of the country.

You can't blame everyone for not believing in the longevity of immortals... The illness this time has proved that even if you are successful in cultivation, there is still the possibility of being killed. And the more immortal cultivators, the more messy and weird situations they may encounter. Everyone has no confidence at all, and their hearts are as guilty as rootless duckweed.

Wuxian is already twenty years old, is it really going to drag on like this? Some people say just hit the board? Is it plausible?

Time flies, and for a cultivator of immortality, ten or twenty years pass by in a blink of an eye. If I still shrink my head like an ostrich this time and leave directly, I don’t know how many years we will see each other next time, Wuxian will be thirty or forty at that time, can it be delayed?

Either you really want to find a prince, or you...

Qin Yi squeezed his palm tightly, feeling that his palm was full of sweat.

Li Wuxian didn't urge him, just looked at him quietly, his eyes were not the admiration and gentleness that Qin Yi was used to, and it was the first time that he showed seriousness in front of the master. Jiaoqiao, it's an emperor saying, I'm waiting for your answer.

Seemingly looking at each other for a long time, but actually only counting 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, the awe-inspiring look slowly turned into a watery light, and then slowly closed. The slightly stiff body leaning against the tree also gradually softened, without any more strength.

No need for words, Master's meaning is already clear.

At least it's stamped.

If the emperor adds a seal, it will be difficult for a four-horse horse to chase, and the world will not be able to recover when it is boiling.

Lingxu's compass can be broken forever.

This kind of kiss is also different from the dream.

There is hot and humid temperature, his breath, and soft touch. There is also a reflection in my body, as if I have lost all my strength. His embrace is stronger, thicker, warmer, and firmer, just like the feeling of spreading his wings to protect him from the wind and rain for so many years, it has become a real embodiment here.

His condescending kiss was like a conquest.

In fact, Li Wuxian also had a faint feeling of anger and disgust in his heart, just like the subconscious that wanted to push away the master in the previous dream, but she pushed it back.

Probably because I imagined it right before, because I don't want to be conquered by any man, even if it just looks like that, I don't want to. There's nothing wrong with saying it's malephobic.

Only the master can, only the master has this qualification.

This is Master, why are you so angry... Really, didn't you do it all by yourself? After all, the master agreed, so why pretend?

Li Wuxian suppressed his strange emotions, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the kiss with the master. This quiet palace night became gentle, and even the voices of eunuchs and maids talking to each other in the distance became no longer disturbing, but became The catalyst for a better atmosphere between the two.

So extravagant.

When the two of them were getting better, suddenly there was an earth-shattering explosion sound from the outskirts of the city, accompanied by the sky-shooting gun, piercing the sky.

Startled the intoxicated night.

The two separated at the same time, looking at the gun light in the distance.

"Mr. Qing!"

There was a flash of shame in the eyes of both of them, but it was too late to say anything, Qin Yi immediately said: "You go back to the palace first, go to the little ghost and An An, don't leave them half a step away, I will support Qing Jun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wuxian found that he was transferred to the door of the bedroom. She was also a little horrified in her heart, the master's practice is so high, how did this magic technique like time and space teleportation work?

Such a master, carrying himself 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 full of solemnity.

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At about the time when Li Wuxian's dream was shattered, Li Qingjun and Yushang searched all night, searching every place the eunuch had been to, and finally locked on the biggest doubt.

The altar built by the Wushenzong was originally used to share the fate of the country, so that they would not go wrong in the process of summoning Taotie. In the end, the altar was destroyed by Xiyue and Li Duanxuan, which caused the backlash of luck, and the gluttonous plot fell short. Instead, he ran away with Qin Yi and became a dog...

This altar was later repaired by Li Wuxian, and the connection with the Wushen Sect has been severed. It has become an altar for ancestor worship, and it can be regarded as a scene in the capital.

After various investigations by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it was found that the eunuch had been here alone.

A palace cleaning eunuch, why come to the royal altar for ancestor worship?

"Here is the aura of praying to the gods." Yu Chang, who is used to praying to the ancestors and the Phoenix Emperor in the family, is very sensitive to this aura: "My husband also used his spiritual thoughts to feel it before, saying that there are fluctuations in spells here. , but everyone didn't care, after all, it is an altar for ancestor worship, and it is normal to have this kind of aura."

Ancestral prayer-like spells belong to the same lineage of witchcraft. It's just that some of these things have become traditions, and some have been integrated into Taoist techniques. Everyone is familiar with it, but they forget that it is essentially witchcraft. Once contacted at this moment, it is easy to get some associations from it.

Li Qingjun said: "We will indeed do ancestor sacrifices here, and there are also Taoist priests of Qianlong who cast spells, that's right. But this is a big sacrifice ceremony held in the early spring every year, and it has been several months now... If there is a technique The remaining dharma fluctuations should have dissipated long ago, so they wouldn't be perceived by Qin Yi from afar, right?"

The two looked at each other and thought of the reason.

Someone must have taken advantage of the cover of a similar technique to hide inside and cast spells.

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain that a witchcraft that has been practiced for a long time will have no signs. The signs are covered up in the fluctuations that everyone is accustomed to, so they don't care.

"Someone must be hiding at the bottom of the altar!" Li Qingjun stabbed down suddenly with his silver spear in his hand.

With a bang, the entire altar was overturned.

This is Li Qingjun, who wouldn't dare to overthrow Dali's altar of worshiping ancestors if someone else came, Li Qingjun didn't bother to care so much, the ancestors were still making tortoises in the Penglai Jiange, what kind of sacrifices are they offering!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a pothole appeared at the bottom of the overturned altar. It was deep and unfathomable, and it seemed that it had been operating here for a while.

Li Qingjun was about to go down, Yu Chang held her back: "Don't worry, I can force someone to come up."

Li Qingjun turned his head and glanced at her. She had a really good impression of this Yuren, like a taciturn guard with good execution ability. The straight body and temperament are quite similar to her.

Seeing the wings of the feather clothes fluttering, and the surrounding air rolled up, Li Qingjun clearly felt a strange coercion inside the crypt, as if the inner air was sucked away, and some invisible force from the outside forced it to close. Looking from the side, you can feel the pressure of being crushed into powder, and you can't survive at all.

"Whoosh!" A smear of blood rushed straight up from the bottom of the pit, and there was indeed someone inside, who was forced out!

Li Qingjun's silver spear was like lightning, and went straight to the blood.

With a muffled sound, Li Qingjun stepped back a few steps, his hands were trembling slightly, the opponent was very strong!

She carried a small fragment given by Qin Yi on her body. She has not been slow to practice these years, and now she is a martial artist who has fully returned to her heart. She actually suffered a disadvantage in the collision of strength?

The other party could be Qian Yuan.

The blood light dissipated, and the opponent's figure appeared in the smoke.

A tall man with a curly beard and a naked upper body, carrying a wooden staff 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 at the beginning, is this image.

This person in front of him was also an acquaintance, and Li Qingjun was even more familiar with him than Feng Buli.

The ancestor of Xihuang, the venerable mangshan.